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interstellar55552016-02-08 10:02 pm
sharktrash) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-08 10:02 pm
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"La varietà piace."
Who: Luci and Squalo. And you?
What: Lucifer and Lucifer walk into a bar...
When: Feb 5th-ish
Where: some unfortunate bar-like establishment in Vista City
Warnings: shamelessness, violence, Carnies, Squalo, the usual.
[ So, they agreed to go have a "quality bitch night". Then shit happened. Then shit was mostly dealt with, as much as possible at least, and obviously that means it's time for a perfectly respectable outing! Which apparently includes outfits like these, drinks, drugs, not banging, and leaving the place in ruins. ]
[ All in due time, though. It'll start off tame enough. Well, if a pair of mostly dressed rockstars making suggestive poses at/on the bar counter counts as "tame". Nobody's allowed too close, though, and the accompanying security's been instructed accordingly. It's a watch-not-touch sort of deal. Well, unless you like getting your bones broken, in which case everything's an option. ]
[ At some point they might take over the stage. Maybe even duet, though for the most part Squalo seems happier with the instruments and providing the occasional growls and screams. You should feel lucky if you happen across this performance; it's what live strives to be. Breathing, pulsing, genuine music. ]
[ Later they can be found drinking at the bar, or slipping away and returning in suspiciously improved spirits. At some point, things will start flying, breaking, and setting on fire. You know, just good fun. ]
(( OOC: feel free to happen across them at whatever point of time! please specify who you want to interact with in the subject line (though the other might threadjack at some point if allowed), you can have them both or one at a time etc etc. ))
What: Lucifer and Lucifer walk into a bar...
When: Feb 5th-ish
Where: some unfortunate bar-like establishment in Vista City
Warnings: shamelessness, violence, Carnies, Squalo, the usual.
[ So, they agreed to go have a "quality bitch night". Then shit happened. Then shit was mostly dealt with, as much as possible at least, and obviously that means it's time for a perfectly respectable outing! Which apparently includes outfits like these, drinks, drugs, not banging, and leaving the place in ruins. ]
[ All in due time, though. It'll start off tame enough. Well, if a pair of mostly dressed rockstars making suggestive poses at/on the bar counter counts as "tame". Nobody's allowed too close, though, and the accompanying security's been instructed accordingly. It's a watch-not-touch sort of deal. Well, unless you like getting your bones broken, in which case everything's an option. ]
[ At some point they might take over the stage. Maybe even duet, though for the most part Squalo seems happier with the instruments and providing the occasional growls and screams. You should feel lucky if you happen across this performance; it's what live strives to be. Breathing, pulsing, genuine music. ]
[ Later they can be found drinking at the bar, or slipping away and returning in suspiciously improved spirits. At some point, things will start flying, breaking, and setting on fire. You know, just good fun. ]
(( OOC: feel free to happen across them at whatever point of time! please specify who you want to interact with in the subject line (though the other might threadjack at some point if allowed), you can have them both or one at a time etc etc. ))
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[She wasn't always named Lucifer, after all.]
Alright. You ready for this? [She asks, picking one of the ropes about mid-stage and creating a loop in it.]
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[ He grins at her, and... does his best to follow her example. He never really bothered with choreography or theatrical effects onstage, so this is pretty new, but hey, how hard can it be? ]
Fucking born ready.
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[And that's all she says on the subject for the moment. She signals to the stage hands and they start lowering them down. No one really looks at first, until Luci starts singing-- improvising the words of all things.]
I only want to say if there is a way
Take this cup away from me
For I don't want to taste its poison
Feel it burn me, I have changed
I'm not as sure as when we started
[In a way, it means more than just the story in the ancient book. It's how she felt when she saw Lesedi looking at her from the desk. Informing her that the future was about to be very rocky indeed.]
[But she'd agreed to it. Nothing could have stopped the path she'd gone down months ago.]
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[ He grins back at her. Holding on the rope with one hand, he holds up one side of his coat with another, making it look like some kind of a demonic leather wing. When the floor's close enough, he jumps off, quite gracefully, and holds a hand up for Luci. ]
[ Two can play this game, though he'll probably roll off whatever versions of the song he's heard rather than the myth itself. His knowledge is a bit lacking to improvise from it, even if those legends are more alive in Italia than elsewhere in the world these days. ]
[ His voice sounds firm, actually clearer than usual -- instead of growls, he'll incorporate long, high-pitched, echoing screams instead. ]
Then I was inspired now I'm sad and tired
Listen, surely, -- IIIIIAAAAAHIIIII've exceeded expectations
Tried for three years, seems like thirty
Could you ask as much from any other man?
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[She takes Squalo's offered hand and jumps down onto the stage, landing flawlessly in her heels and soaking in his voice. Amazing, he can sing like he wants the words to be heard.]
[Luci grabs the strap of the harness/jacket/thing Squalo is wearing and pulls him in close. There is stunned and elated screaming-- ships are sailing, apparently, while Luci lets Squalo feel the force of her voice up close and personal.]
But if I die
See the saga through
And do the things you ask of me
Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me
Nail me to their tree
I'd want to know
I'd want to know my God--
...this could be a tabloid or at least a youtube video too tbh
[ And yes. Comes with having a strong voice, probably. Even if most of the time it sounds like he needs to clear his throat. ]
[ His grin grows wider as he's pulled in. He rests a finger under her chin, as if about to tip it up and kiss her, but no. He lets her sing, the vibrations of her voice ringing through him and the whole stage like magic. The audience, no doubt, is going crazy. ]
I'd want to see
I'd want to see my God --
Why I should die
Would I be more noticed
Than I ever was before?
Would the things I've said and done
Matter any more?
[ He takes Luci's hand, looking her in the eyes. As if she's the Lord he's singing to. Look at that, Jesus has dokis for Lucifer. ]
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord
I'd have to see
I'd have to see my Lord
If I die what will be my reward?
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord
[ And then he backs away from her, turning more toward the crowd, and takes a deep breath. Some more seasoned audience members are sticking their fingers in their ears, aware of what this means. An extra special scream, ringing through everything and everyone as if it was transmitted with the max volume of a sound system. He's not even shrieking into a microphone this time, and yet it's deafening, even the glasses and bottles rattle in the bar at the other end of the club. ]
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyy -- why should I die?
Oh, why should I die --?
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[But she does let him go so he can scream towards the audience, and she can wrap her arms around him from behind like she's already got a hold on him. The screams of the crowd, Squalo rattling the glass, Luci has no idea that the moment has overwhelmed her to the point where her eyes have turned red again. She pushes Squalo down to his knees so she can sing over him, a sudden feeling of time running out overwhelming her.]
['Within two years, you will be dead.']
['Within two years, you will be dead.']
['Within two years, you will be dead.']
Can you show me now that I would not be killed in vain?
Show me just a little of your omnipresent brain
Show me there's a reason for your wanting me to die
You're far too keen on where and how and not so hot on why
[Just hear me, just look at me, a flash in the pan that sears the eyes and brain. A night you won't forget, a voice you won't forget--]
Alright I'll die!
Just, just watch me die
See how, see how I die
See how I die!
[Luci almost collapses onto Squalo, suddenly feeling shaky and drained, but she catches herself, both hand on his shoulders. The first few lines are almost too quiet to hear.]
Then I was inspired, now I'm sad and tired
After all I've tried for two years
Back in ninety...
[...that wasn't part of the story, was it?]
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[ And what happens next... it might not get him as strongly as the audience, but he feels it alright. The way her voice sounds, pretty much like an orgasm to be honest. The audience is almost hysterical. Someone faints. He can't help but find it absolutely amazing. ]
[ He'll grab her hand again when he feels her weight on him grow heavier, helping to steady her. He joins her, his own voice quiet, gentle, almost like a whisper compared to that glass-shattering screech earlier. ]
Why then am I scared to finish what I started--
What you started, I didn't start it
Lord thy will is hard
But you hold every card
[ His voice grows louder again. He expects Lucifer to join him in unison, in which case he'll let her lead. If not, he'll just finish it so they can get out of there. She probably needs a break. His hand clenches hers harder. ]
I will drink your cup of poison
Nail me to your cross and break me
Bleed me, beat me --
[ Whether he's addressing her or someone else, those words ring extra genuine, as if he's begging someone to torture him. The last words come out slow, as if each take huge amounts of will to say aloud, what no doubt is how the guy in the fairytale must've been feeling at that point. ]
Kill me, take me now ...
Before I - change - my - mind
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I will drink your cup of poison
Nail me to your cross and break me
Bleed me, beat me --
Kill me, take me now ...
Before I - change - my - mind!
[She belts the words into Squalo's eyes, holding onto him and resuming her manic grin. Luci starts dragging him to the front of the stage, fans waiting.]
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[It's pushing 'Jesus' into the crowd below to crowdsurf. Because that's the kind of 'sacrifice' she imagines will really thrill the crowd. She scans the crowd for a section of strong-looking people, then grins at them and conveys through looks that she's going to give Squalo over to them.]
You ready to ride some waves?
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Hell no, but I'm gonna do it anyway!
[ He sounds excited. And he probably has no idea what he's doing but hey. ]
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[Nothing like that Squalo, not while she's not feeling up to joining in at least. Luci shoves Squalo off the stage and onto the waiting hands of the fans. They all catch him and start moving him around the crowd, all thrilled to just be in the moment with the two of them. And it all feels right to Luci. This is right. This is what she does, and this is what she'll always do.]
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[ There he goes. He sort of expects to crash through into the floor -- but no. Hands catch him and pass him over, and it's an experience. Oh, sure, someone will probably cop a feel or two but he's not stingy about it. He just fucking laughs and throws his arms out to the sides. How about a final accent for the show, then? ]
My lord, into your hands I commit my spirit!!
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[Luci just grins and watches him while people around the front of the stage reach for her. She kneels down and starts paying service to them. Their adoring public-- she loves them so.]
wrap?