☆INTERLUDE: ARE YOU INSANE LIKE ME?

[interstellarnpcs]

Who: Predator and Xanxus
What: Predator issues their grievances after Xanxus burns their trailer during the festival.
When: Late night on the 28th.
Where: Presumably Pride HQ.
Warnings: Fairly intense violence, all the way up to potential torture/maiming.

The days following Xanxus's act of arson are mysteriously silent. Predator attends their shows as normal, and the burned wreckage of their trailer is hauled off the next day. Xanxus, oddly enough, doesn't hear anything about it from his manager or from any of the victims. Maybe they just didn't see it was him? Gotten off scot free.

It isn't until days later, in the night, that they strike - just after he's had the time to settle down and feel satisfied with his little stunt. The next time he's alone on the night of the 28th, somewhere in the Pride HQ, he will suddenly find himself cut down by a horrible sound - a sound that shakes him as if it's a physical force, the sound of a shrill violin.

After only a few notes it will bring him to his knees, panic induced nausea rising in his gut and bringing him to the edge of throwing up.

Comments

[variaboss]

Fuck! Fucking hell! It's like a bad trip and a hangover all in one. The hell did that come from? He can barely get his hands over his ears when his knees hit the ground. It feels like he's getting kicked in the junk by a fucking elephant. One hand leaves his ears to steady himself on the ground.

Shit...Whatever this is...it's not good. He needs to get up. Before something happens. Before...he doesn't know what, but there is no way in fucking hell he's going to stay on his knees. He's mother-fucking Xanxus, bassist for Junkyard Carnival.

It's through sheer force of stupidity and stubbornness that he tries to stand. He probably won't even make it all the way back up but he'll be fucked if he's not going to give it his best shot.