[ All is well within the MÄNTICORE trailer. If by well you mean that nobody needs to use the bathroom, because it has been occupied way longer than anyone could reasonably need to take a tinkle. What is he doing in there? Brushing his teeth? Snorting coke? Checking himself out in the mirror? All guesses are as good as any... ]
-- B
[ Just like some of the others seem to let loose when on stage, Squalo looks a little different when he's performing. More serious and focused, that is, though he still manages to headbang while forcing out low, gravely, metal melodies you probably didn't expect a cello could make. Often he lets it stay in the background as a secondary, eerie bass backup, but occasionally there are higher notes. At some point, when there's a piece without vocals, there's even a play-off between him and the lead guitarist; he flawlessly mimics the solo phrase by phrase, as if the two instruments are having a conversation. Admiring him yet? ]
[ Feel free to wait for him when the band goes offstage and tell him how much you loved it. Seriously. Don't hold back. ]
-- B+
[ So, you're in the crowd and looking at him... and he might actually look up long enough to notice that. Are you relatively hot and not like twelve? Because in that case, there's every chance that he's going to shamelessly keep eye contact and casually tongue the cello's neck while still flawlessly playing his part. ]
-- B++
[ Backstage and free food! Were you going to grab that last fish cake? Because this dude will tear it out of your hand if he has to. ]
Oh hell no!
-- C
[ And when he's not performing, he's everywhere, loud and intense. Checking out some other bands' stuff and merch one moment, giving out autographs another, chugging vodka whatever alcohol he can get his hands on with a few dedicated fans or even other musicians next. If there's anything going on, chances are you'll find him there. ]
-- C+
[ He'll also gladly teach anyone MÄNTICORE's (technically, Squalo's and Genos's, apparently) patented version of "Spin the Bottle". Which is using a full bottle of alcohol, the stronger the better, and the person it lands on having to drink the whole thing without throwing up or passing out, otherwise they lose. Last one standing wins. Fun, right? ]
-- C++
[ But wait, haven't you seen him running around the night before? And then performing during the day, rinse and repeat? How many days has it been? Has he been sleeping at all? If anything, he only looks even more manic today. ]
[ Is he trying to start a fight? Set the equipment on fire? Running away when you suggest sitting down for a bit while screaming 'YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE'? This can't possibly be only the black espresso's fault. Maybe it's a cause for concern? ]
-- D
[ And it's right there in the middle of everything, maybe in the crowd, maybe at a bar, maybe in the final rehearsal before climbing to the stage -- something hits him, like a flash of lightning with sounds and churning images. ]
[ 'Before that plan is realized, I'm not gonna cut my hair. That's a wish I've made, and now I'm making it a promise to you. Hey, you should--' ]
[ He can't make out a face, a name, a reason - the only other thing he remembers next to those words is a presence. Dangerous, passionate to the point of burning... and an ache in his left wrist. And then it's all gone. ]
[ For the first time in... probably ever, Squalo falls quiet. Just sitting there, spaced out, absently twirling a strand of his long white hair around his fingers. ]
[ It's important. But why? More importantly, what kind of a fucking oath is that?! ]
Superbia Squalo // MÄNTICORE // cello // Pride Records // OTA
[ All is well within the MÄNTICORE trailer. If by well you mean that nobody needs to use the bathroom, because it has been occupied way longer than anyone could reasonably need to take a tinkle. What is he doing in there? Brushing his teeth? Snorting coke? Checking himself out in the mirror? All guesses are as good as any... ]
-- B
[ Just like some of the others seem to let loose when on stage, Squalo looks a little different when he's performing. More serious and focused, that is, though he still manages to headbang while forcing out low, gravely, metal melodies you probably didn't expect a cello could make. Often he lets it stay in the background as a secondary, eerie bass backup, but occasionally there are higher notes. At some point, when there's a piece without vocals, there's even a play-off between him and the lead guitarist; he flawlessly mimics the solo phrase by phrase, as if the two instruments are having a conversation. Admiring him yet? ]
[ Feel free to wait for him when the band goes offstage and tell him how much you loved it. Seriously. Don't hold back. ]
-- B+
[ So, you're in the crowd and looking at him... and he might actually look up long enough to notice that. Are you relatively hot and not like twelve? Because in that case, there's every chance that he's going to shamelessly keep eye contact and casually tongue the cello's neck while still flawlessly playing his part. ]
-- B++
[ Backstage and free food! Were you going to grab that last fish cake? Because this dude will tear it out of your hand if he has to. ]
Oh hell no!
-- C
[ And when he's not performing, he's everywhere, loud and intense. Checking out some other bands' stuff and merch one moment, giving out autographs another, chugging
vodkawhatever alcohol he can get his hands on with a few dedicated fans or even other musicians next. If there's anything going on, chances are you'll find him there. ]-- C+
[ He'll also gladly teach anyone MÄNTICORE's (technically, Squalo's and Genos's, apparently) patented version of "Spin the Bottle". Which is using a full bottle of alcohol, the stronger the better, and the person it lands on having to drink the whole thing without throwing up or passing out, otherwise they lose. Last one standing wins. Fun, right? ]
-- C++
[ But wait, haven't you seen him running around the night before? And then performing during the day, rinse and repeat? How many days has it been? Has he been sleeping at all? If anything, he only looks even more manic today. ]
[ Is he trying to start a fight? Set the equipment on fire? Running away when you suggest sitting down for a bit while screaming 'YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE'? This can't possibly be only the black espresso's fault. Maybe it's a cause for concern? ]
-- D
[ And it's right there in the middle of everything, maybe in the crowd, maybe at a bar, maybe in the final rehearsal before climbing to the stage -- something hits him, like a flash of lightning with sounds and churning images. ]
[ 'Before that plan is realized, I'm not gonna cut my hair. That's a wish I've made, and now I'm making it a promise to you. Hey, you should--' ]
[ He can't make out a face, a name, a reason - the only other thing he remembers next to those words is a presence. Dangerous, passionate to the point of burning... and an ache in his left wrist. And then it's all gone. ]
[ For the first time in... probably ever, Squalo falls quiet. Just sitting there, spaced out, absently twirling a strand of his long white hair around his fingers. ]
[ It's important. But why? More importantly, what kind of a fucking oath is that?! ]