interstellar5555 | Thistle and Weeds

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Thistle and Weeds

Who: Cosmic Indulgence, Junkyard Carnival, their friends, and YOU
What: Things have changed in recent weeks, personally and professionally. People need to meet. Things need to be discussed
When: Latter part of March
Where: All around Vista City
Warnings: Carnies, Squalo, etc. Things get wild with these guys.

[Insert your prompts as needed, folks. This is a catch-all for everyone to react!]

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[Lets up but punches Sabo hard in the forehead.] I know.

[He doesn't even know how he knows. And he only barely cares enough to think about it.]

You don't have a choice. I'm not offering to be your friend. I'm going to make you get friends, because I'm not about to feel sorry for my rival. Meet your deadlines later. [He almost offered to help... but fuck that. He doesn't want to so you're on your own. Make some friends to help duh.]

No one's above anyone else, especially not for blood or some shit. [He doesn't know why that's so important. It just suddenly is. Like the worst kind of metallic bloody taste in his mouth, all bile and rage, but still important.] And it sounds like you better meet more of the common man so you can realize that, Knockoff.

I know that. [he rubs his forehead. That hurt.] No one's above anyone else. Even the rich. Maybe especially the rich. [he smirks a bit] I meet plenty of the common man...

[... no wait. Shit... the smirk fades and he rubs a hand over his face, letting it rest there]

... I meet plenty of people. But friends are not something I'm interested in. I'll meet my deadlines when I want to regardless of you being in the way or not.

Besides, haven't you ever heard the saying you can lead an ass to water but you can't make him drink?

[rueful smile at this]

[Punches again.]

Then I'll hold him underwater until he drowns.

[This is why Ace doesn't have pets.]

Then that would solve the friend problem, wouldn't it?

[geeze that's dark. But not surprising. And he's not entirely sure if it's true. Unless... Unless what? He dismisses the thought]

In this case, water is the being surrounded by lots of annoying people until you have no choice but to kill us all or learn to survive.

Your choice.

[Ace can get darker. Luckily he hasn't, but he's clearly not far off.]

[you have no idea Sabo's capacity to tune out what he doesn't want to pay attention to. In a way he almost feels sorry for this guy.]

I'll pass. I've survived on my own for quite a while now.

[and what's more he makes his own choices. It's the only thing he has to hold on to, really]

No shit. You must have to be able to just ignore the idea of having friends that easily. [Eyeroll.] But it's hella annoying, boring, completely un-rock-and-roll and kind of a lot worse than leaving pyro-idiots to starve. So try it.

[Holds up three fingers.] Three times out with me to places and a genuine effort to make at least one friend. That'll get rid of me.

I'm not rock'n'roll. I'm... [well not punk either if he'll be honest] whatever... [he waves a hand]

And no. Like I said, do what you want-- but I'm going to be who I am regardless. I'm not some kid who needs handholding. I know what I'm doing.

[sort of. More or less. Not really but he also knew what he wasn't going to do and what he couldn't afford to do]

Yes, yes, you're a Knock-off. I know.

[Tugs Sabo's cheeks.] I don't think you get it yet. You interrupted what I was doing and stopped me. You stood out there for hours. Not only do you have no life, but if you think this is annoying, then guess what cheap-shirt, retribution is a bitch.

I was going to thank your friends for putting up with an asshole like you and try to figure out if they had any connections to the law or something I should be worried about. But this is even sadder.

[there was that knockoff thing again. And excuse him, Sabo's shirts were not cheap. He liked good clothing, not some shabby knock-- some shabby hand me downs. But whatever.

The reasoning for Ace to want him to have friends doesn't make any sense-- or it does in an exceedingly round about way and just trying to follow the guy's logic on this is making him dizzy so he stops trying.]

Yes, alright. I'm a sad friendless knock off. Congratulations. You win. [he applauds slowly, though still biting back the retort that his clothes were well-made. Because it wasn't important. Even though they were, damnit all]

Now get lost.

No. Pay attention moron! The point is for you to stop being a pathetic knock-off moron who gets in people's ways!

The point is I'm going to do what I want. [have two middle fingers] So go to hell.

Well that's slightly more metal at least.

But still bland.

I'm thinking something black for a top at least.

[ :| ]

[Sabo rolls his eyes]

I didn't do it to impress you. I'm not metal either, by the way.

[he holds up his hands]

I know, just a knock off.

But are we done here? Can we be done? Should I bribe you? Buy you another bowl of ramen? Don't think I can afford to get you a life though you really need one.

No. You need to get a life anyway. I mean, yeah I realize I'm sitting here in your apartment and I don't even know your name, so I need a life too, but we're starting with you, because at least my head isn't so far up my own ass that I think I don't need friends.

[he sighs and puts his hands behind his head. There's only so many times he can tell a guy no in one evening. So maybe if he closes his eyes and disengages, the guy will get bored and leave]

[Yeah. No.]

[Also... do you really want to leave Ace to get into trouble on his own?]

[Because next step is introducing himself and meeting your bandmates to get them to help him kidnap you :|]

[Hi, this is Ace. He is a crazy person. #Yolo #Fuckeverything]

[BUT HEY IF YOU AREN'T NOTICING....]

[He'll just go get started on part B of the plan, no worries.]

Cosmic Indulgence:

[So the first step after leaving Sabo alone, physically that is, not forever, is meeting all of Sabo's bandmates. Because CLEARLY SOMEONE needs to apologize to them for the noise, the ruckus, the insanity, and putting up with the cantankerous asshole of a "musician."]

[So literally everyone in Cosmic Indulgence is getting a polite knock at their door and an introduction from Mr. Topless & orange cowboy hat himself. Because this is a Tuesday.]

[For anyone who doesn't respond, they get a polite message slid under their door reading:]

"Plan to kidnap blondie and make him pretend to be less of a loser. 7 pm, wear clubbing clothes. Sorry for the imposition of his presence in your life."

[It isn't signed, and "blondie" isn't the best description. Oh well, if you're curious, mystery note writer is almost certain to explain himself at that time. Although he could also be completely ignored as a random prank. Whichever.]

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Junkyard Carnival

No like I seriously need some help. I don't want to go away to prison for life, and I've never had my self control wear this thin. But it's okay, I have a plan.

[It's not okay. NOT AT ALL OKAY. Ace wants to kidnap the most annoying person we all know and ~~hate~~ ~~love~~ love to hate. And why? WHY IN GOD'S NAME YOU MIGHT ASK?]

[To torture him.]

[No really.]

[NO REALLY.]

[But at least it's a legal form of torture. He wants to force Sabo to go clubbing or drinking, or out in some sort of social way to make friends. Because at least friends have an automatic social obligation to keep him from getting killed. And Ace isn't kidding, he really wants to kill him. He just hasn't because he knows he'd regret it. Having a conscience and awareness of consequences is terrible guys.]

[So who's with him now that you've heard this idiotic idea of a "plan"?]

[Good luck with that. Sabo opens his eyes, watching Ace leave and then flopping back arms spread.

It wasn't the same.

He should have expected it even if he didn't understand it.

Well, that's fine. He has work to do. He gets up, gets his guitar, jacks in the headphones and starts to play.]

[ "The likes" wow excuse you. EYEROLL. ]

The hair's the least offensive thing here. Floral patterns and a cowboy hat? Seriously? And don't get me fucking started on the glasses --

[ SHIT IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY ]

[At that question, Garnet fixes Koumei with a stare. Not even words. Her expression said it all.

She saw what happened to people who fought. What would happen.]

[And Koumei had seen Xanxus, bloodied and beaten by something that he wouldn't talk about. He had seen Terry fiercly rattled into silence. He had heard things from the one man who could help him piece together the answers to his questions...a man who was no longer in this city, who had been spirited away to parts unknown.]

...You are aware that this is war. Aren't you, Garnet?

[The words were quiet, muffled by the straw in his milkshake that he was currently trying to suck down in an effort to maintain his sanity.]

And some of us are already dead; there's nothing left for us to fear.

Edited 2016-03-17 16:09 (UTC)

[BE GLAD HE HASN'T TRIED A STUPID GOATEE!!!]

...I don't see anything wrong with this, [he said mildly, looking down at his shirt. It was a perfectly normal shirt, in his opinion.]

[ idk he could probably pull it off. :0 no mustache though please those always look dumb. ]

There's nothing wrong with it by itself. All of this [ emphasizing hand gesture ] just doesn't go together.

Like -- I don't know. If you put some salt into your coffee. There's nothing wrong with it, yeah? But what you get is shit.

I see.

[Koumei reached up to tangle a hand uneasily in his messy braid, looking appropriately chagrinned over being caught.]

I was just trying to avoid recognition. Garnet's fans have been getting a little crazy lately.

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How the bands got brought together... maybe =\ // OTA

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