"Senza tentazioni, senza onore."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and -- you?
What: Squalo decided not to let his bandmates one-up him and went to have his own "seasonal" performance. For fun. Or so they say. He's got Empathic Influence now, so... have fun getting just a little bit too into those songs and enjoy all those new, excellent and healthy emotions that you're suddenly feeling!
When: Feb 13th
Where: "The Variable", alternative music club in Vista City
Warnings: ...Squalo. Aka: profanity, violence, public indecency, drug use, will add as necessary.


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Comments

[sharktrash]

[ How the fuck is he doing that. Squalo could swear the stool just went right through a part of him. Could be the coke, though. ]

[ He'll just grab him by the lapels to be sure. ]

And why the hell should I do something like that?

[ What's in it for him. ]

[avidita]

[Probably the coke, because look, Squalo! You're absolutely holding something physical here, even if the tall motherfucker doesn't seem too bothered as he grins.]

Well, I figured you had a bit more pride and wouldn't want to surrender your title to me so soon without a little fight.

[sharktrash]

[ Damn it. Maybe he should consider quitting... ]

I'M NOT SURRENDERING ANYTHING, LEAST OF ALL TO YOU!!!

[avidita]

[Ow, fuck, goddammit Squalo why couldn't Pride fuck up your vocal chords as much as they've fucked up your combat skills? The grimace on the illusionay Yamamoto mimics the one on Mammon's true face, and he digs out his ear.]

Ow. Then meet up with me later!

[sharktrash]

[ Probably because they're making money from it. Those high-pitched screams in MANTICORE's material? All his. Why they didn't at least mute it a little is anyone's guess though. Maybe it's immune to magic. ]

[ He glares at the guy for a few moments longer, then finally lets go. ]

Fine. When and where?

[avidita]

[..You know, fair enough, Mammon can't judge things from the perspective of making cash.]

["Yamamoto" straightens up and laughs.]

I like the Gold's Gym downtown! You can email me sometime whenever your bigshot schedule is next clear~.

[sharktrash]

[ See. ]

[ Squalo still glares at "him" a bit and holds out a hand. Hope you had more than one slip of paper with an email because he destroyed the previous one whoops. ]

[avidita]

[No, but they do have a notebook, a real one that their illusion scrawls out the email on again. Handing it over, he gives a wink and a wave.]

See you later~!

[And off "Yamamoto" disappears. This is all they needed to accomplish.]

[sharktrash]

[ He'll tuck it safely into a pocket... and probably forget it for a while. Or until things get... interesting. ]