G2 Performance 1: The Legendary Recoil [MN]

Lukas straightened his overcoat as he walked through the bustling streets of Tokyo. It was something he loved about the City, no matter the time of day it always felt alive. A stark contrast to Bergen, a city that lived and died with the passage of the Sun. Lukas wasn't out on Business tonight, hence the casual dress, after spending the vast majority of the day working on getting his Bar Mjølner ready for it's opening he felt he deserved a night out at another. Hard work developed a strong thirst, even more so for the hulking Norwegian. Unfortunately he was still trying to wrangle up a decent specialist to handle his tap lines otherwise he'd like still be there himself, drinking alone. The more Lukas thought about it the more he realized it was probably for the best. If he drank alone he knew well enough where the night would end up.

He'd heard talk on the town that another somewhat popular bar was hosting a musical event tonight. Whilst that certainly wasn't out of place for most venues, the style of it sounded somewhat more interesting. It seemed to be open to anyone who wanted to perform, something Lukas wouldn't mind seeing. Nominating oneself and simply standing up on a stage in front of a room full of people was challenge enough for some, an act Lukas could respect. To put the spotlight on yourself and perform on top of it? That was something he was looking forward to seeing. Following directions he had been given, Lukas found the venue easily enough.

The entrance itself was unassuming enough, but the distinctive yet simple sign above the door confirmed it for him, the Four Corners. Lukas' ear twitched, easily picking up on the dampened noise emanating from within. From the sound of it the performance were already underway and as he'd rather not miss any more, Lukas pushed open the door. Immediately his nose was assaulted with all the pleasant smells that he associated with such establishments. Beer, Spirits and glorious Pub Meals. Sure the food you found in most Bars and Pubs wasn't up to the standards of the fancy restaurants that loved to champion themselves as masters of the culinary arts, but to Lukas' mind it was at least REAL food. Not some jumped up nonsense styled like a perfumed model to look nice and cost an arm and a leg, but food that served it's only true purpose, just tasting good.

Lukas had to duck slightly to enter, his stature certainly out of the ordinary for most Japanese architecture. The Four Corners was a charming place he had to admit. It reminded him of a few English Pubs he'd been a frequent patron of years before. People milled about going from their tables to the bar and back, usually laden with drinks. Lukas' first port of call was always going to be bar, he was more than a little eager to a drink. Carefully pushing his way through the other patrons, something his height and frame always seemed to aid with, Lukas stood at the bar waiting to be served, his eyes darting around the room. It was a bad habit he had picked up in recent times, always scoping out a room despite knowing he didn't need to. He supposed it wasn't the worst, or strangest habit one could have.

"Largest serving of whatever beer you'd recommend please, and I'll take a double serve of tonight's special." he said to the bar-staff as they came around to him. On his initial scan of the room he'd spotted an empty booth on the back wall facing the stage and indicated towards it.

"Over at the booth." he explained, pulling out a little more money than necessary and handing it over to the bar-staff in exchange for a large pitcher of alcohol. His prize in hand, Lukas waded through the crowd once more to the booth he'd claimed. He had almost reached it when he spotted an obviously inebriated young man and his friends, all in a similar state of mind. They were obviously making for the same booth as Lukas, and he was having none of that. A few longer than necessary strides got him to the table, standing tall in front of the small group. He looked down at them and slowly lowered his pitcher and glass onto the table without breaking eye contact with them.

Though drunk, they weren't entirely stupid, they could tell what Lukas was doing and one went to call him out, if his quickly reddening face and scrunched up features was anything to go off. Lukas cut him off though, baring his large teeth, more fangs, and letting a low rumble of a growl escape his mouth.

"I think you boys have had enough tonight, don't you think." he said, his tone deep and menacing. For a moment it seemed that they would challenge him, but it appeared at least one of their number had a head on their shoulders. He grabbed his angered friend, whispering into his ear before dragging both he and his other friends away. With a triumphant smirk Lukas took off his coat and moved into the semi-circular booth, spreading himself out so as to get well and truly comfortable.

Lukas had a few minutes to sit back and soak in the atmosphere of the Four Corners, as well as half a pitcher of beer, before his attention was drawn to the vacant stage. A woman in a stunning red dress sauntered into view, making her way up onto the stage demanding the rooms attention. She cut an exotic figure, obviously a Mutate, as she sported a total of four arms. The vivid scar on her face visible behind her ginger hair that bobbed and swayed with her. It was obvious she had experience in showmanship, getting a loud round of applause from the Patrons as she began to introduce the first of the second group of Performers.

As she walked from the stage, she was replaced by a rather strange sight. A boy was making his way to the stage but it looked as if his lower half was moving independently from the rest of his body. His steps were almost robotic but the….panic? That was evident on his face, or maybe it was nervousness. Lukas’ answer came soon after. The boy hadn’t been standing in front of the microphone, flute in one hand and his other in a full cast, before he seemed to shake on the spot for a moment before doubling over and vomiting right there on the stage.

It was a sight that Lukas might have laughed at, other patrons certainly did amongst a few cries of disgust, but he was paying too much attention to the boys face. It was almost concerning to watch the range of emotions that fluttered across his features in the space of a few seconds. In mere moments a new person stood on that stage, more man than boy. His features had hardened in determination. He reached into his clothes and brought out a disturbingly blank black mask before turning around and donning it. All trace of nervousness was gone from his posture and he spoke a concerning, if short, monologue.

The New Prime Star of Villainy. The LEGENDARY RECOIL.

With those few words Lukas’ entire demeanour changed. They were words spoken in a somewhat childish nature, but there was a steel behind them. This….Recoil meant every word he said.

Before Lukas could continue that train of thought, the self proclaimed villain began his performance. A traditionally styled piece of Japanese music that almost served to set Lukas at ease. Sure he enjoyed a wide variety of music, most of it loud, brash and hard, but there was something he always found calming about such, in comparison, simple music. It seemed to have more Soul than most music today. The entirety of the Bar had quieted during the performance, enjoying the skill on display. What impressed Lukas most was that Recoil was managing to play such a brilliant tune with only one fully functional arm.

The song finished almost as quickly as it began though it’s impact was still felt. For a brief moment after Recoil lowered the flute from his lips, there was a silence that permeated the Four Corners. It was broken however by slow, yet loud clapping from a booth on the back wall. Broken from the silence by Lukas the rest of the patrons also joined in and soon a loud applause that swept around the room.

Lukas smiled as he sat back and rested in his seat once more, draining his glass and sighing. The boy certainly had skill with his chosen instrument.

“Recoil eh? Well, I certainly hope your name doesn’t come up again for the wrong reasons.” he thought to himself. Impatiently tapping his index finger against the wooden table, a long claw now visible in place of his fingernail. He was getting hungry.

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