"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

[wickedlyable]

You know me. Incredibly invested in your emotional health and all. [ Or she just enjoys making people uncomfortable. Yeah, that's more likely. ]

He's bad for you? What, does his dick not work? [ What do you mean, emotional feelings?? ] Just hit it and move on.

[sharktrash]

Vooi, I should start paying you at this rate. [ Well fuck you, too. He'll remember this! ]

[ ................a long pause. ]

Who knows. I hear drugs don't help -- THAT'S NOT THE POINT!! [ The point is that he's unsure of his ability to stop. Moving on might not be an option at this point. But like hell he's going to admit something so girly ass pathetic, not to her of all people. Instead he bares his teeth in an almost mock grin. ] Well, I've tried before [ not entirely a lie ] and I'm pretty sure my fucking grandchildren will be feeling the beating he gave me.

[wickedlyable]

[ She laughs briefly, rolling her eyes. ] Yeah, definitely pay me. That's what I'm here for. Friendly ear or some shit.

[ That being said, she does actually listen to what he's saying. These things are just... very obvious to her. ] Still don't think you fucked anything up. Just keep doing whatever that was - [ punctuated with a gesture at the stage ] - and shoot him down if he tries for sex. Problem solved.

[sharktrash]

Gross. [ Probably referring to the word 'friendly'. For some reason he feels like he doesn't do that shit right now, even though he... technically has friends. ]

Yeah, that's... more or less the plan. [ He scowls. ] Think there's another point to doing that? [ You know, besides getting the D. ] Because I don't see it. [ And therefore he's not sure why she thinks he should keep doing it. ]

[wickedlyable]

Why does there have to be a point to it? As long as you enjoyed it... [ She trails off and gives him a pointed look. It kind of looked like you did, Squalo. Just saying. ] Live life, or whatever. [ She's so good at this motivational advice thing. ]

[sharktrash]

... [ That rings more true than he cares to admit. This attitude. In this line of work, you never know if you'll see tomorrow. So make today worth it. He's not sure where those thoughts are coming from, but... ]

[ Have a grin, Jo. ]

You know, that's a fucking great idea. Welcome to the hedonist hell. If something gets your adrenaline going, it's worth doing, yeah?

[wickedlyable]

[ She rolls her eyes at that, but fondly. Maybe. ] I don't know about hedonism. [ Lately, the idea has been less and less appealing. ] There are worse things you could want to do. That's all I'm saying.

[sharktrash]

[ He grins and motions at the nearest lackey-esque person to bring them some drinks. ] Name a few. I'm curious now.

[wickedlyable]

You could want to actually hurt people instead of just messing around. [ And there goes the lightness of the mood from before. ] Without a good reason for it.

[sharktrash]

[ RIP lightness of the mood. You will be missed. His grin fades somewhat, but not completely. It's funny how she'd bring this up after all those... things he's been seeing. Of himself fighting. That sensation of utter delight at victory, despite having no recollection of the other person having ever wronged him -- ]

...yeah. About that.

[ "I think I've killed people for a living" is such a shitty conversation starter. The corner of his mouth twitches as he tries to lighten it up again. ]

Is "fun" a good reason?

[wickedlyable]

[ Good lord. Johanna gratefully accepts her drink from the returning waiter, taking a long sip and settling her thoughts before replying. ] I don't know. Not as good a reason as revenge, but I'm not one to talk.

At least, I don't think I am.

[sharktrash]

Oh? What've you been up to? Fighting crime at night? [ His voice momentarily lowers to a hiss; ] Seeing things in your head?

[wickedlyable]

[ She hesitates when he whispers that to her, weighing the options in her head - but it doesn't take long for her to decide to tell him the truth. ] I'm assuming I'm not the only one fucked in the head around here.

What have you seen?

[sharktrash]

[ What's the point to keep secrets anymore, right? At least he has a pretty obvious fucking thing he can't deny. A fake-ass hand. If his employers see it, he's fucked, and there's no lies he could tell to cover it up. ]

[ Might as well trust fellow musicians, since apparently that shit's been happening to everyone. Well, at least ones he likes. ]

I killed a man with a sword. [ As shocking as it had felt at first, he's... sounding pretty emotionless now. ] And I'm supposed to be dead.

[wickedlyable]

[ Jesus, are they all murderers around here? Johanna shifts in her seat, swinging her legs down from the table and leaning on her knees. ] I've killed more than one person. I've used different weapons, though axes seem to be my specialty.

Don't think I've died yet, though I have no clue why.

[sharktrash]

[ LOOKS LIKE. He eyes her for a moment. ] I can believe that. [ Ahaha. He's pretty sure he's done in more than one person, but so far only that one memory is clear enough for him to draw conclusions, so... let's leave that part for now. ]

[ He almost looks amused as he adds; ]

That's the thing, isn't it? If you're good enough to kill all the others, you tend to survive.

[wickedlyable]

Yeah, I guess. [ She takes another sip, frowning a little into her drink. ] It's just- weird. Like... you should feel something when you kill someone, right? But there was nothing.

Maybe that means I'm even more fucked up.

[sharktrash]

Depends on the person. [ He shrugs. ] What, not even pride? That does sound fucked up. Not that I'm judging.

[wickedlyable]

You're telling me. It's more like... checking some shit off a to-do-list. Like, got that out of the way. [ Johanna bites her lip, shaking her head. ] I don't get it. I was in a bunch of weird places too in those visions too. But I've never left this place in my life.

[sharktrash]

Maybe it was just a boring one.

[ He shrugs a bit and frowns, watching her. The hell is he supposed to say? It's been more and more clear they're not just dreams. Not after he woke up with a fucking prosthetic arm. ]

...not in this life. Or maybe it's some very elaborate collective madness. [ He side-eyes some party goers that had wandered a bit too close to the table. ] Maybe we should talk somewhere more private.

[ Surprisingly, he's not making a sex suggestion right now. ]

[wickedlyable]

[ She makes a noncommittal sound at his words, tilting her head from one side to another. ] Well, I did try to kill you, so madness sounds about right.

[ What he says when he goes on makes her smirk, though. ] Somewhere private? Even after that tabloid? That's forward of you. [ She laughs shortly, getting to her feet and setting her glass down on the table. ] Lead the way. It's not like I could possibly give a shit about my reputation getting any worse.

[sharktrash]

[ He snorts and gets up as well. The sound booth backstage seems empty, so he'll probably head there. As if he cares about tabloids. Much. ]

Keep this up and I might actually give you the time of your life instead of comparing fucking notes.

[wickedlyable]

Cause I'd definitely rather talk about killing people than have sex. [ She rolls her eyes as she follows, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket as she glances around warily. ]

So, what's so secret that we need the extra privacy for it?

[sharktrash]

What, are you telling me you wouldn't?

[ He's probably teasing. But she does sort of give out a vibe that says she'd break all limbs of whoever tried to touch her that way. Maybe he's mistaken. ]

Should've gone here from the start. There's no big secret, but... [ Frowning. ] As much as I'd love to write it all off on madness, it can't be. There's multiple people -- seeing, or imagining things. I'd dare to claim it's affecting most of the label newcomers, actually. Whatever this shit is it's gotta be bigger than you or me.

[wickedlyable]

Hey, you don't know me. [ Except he's not wrong at all and sex is becoming more and more gross to her as the days go on. just wait until you find out why, babe. ]

And here I thought we were special. [ She crosses her arms over her chest, raising her chin. ] So what do people think it is? Some sort of mass hallucination? Are we all tripping on drugs? [ The possibilities are ~endless~. ]