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Post by Narcissa King on Jun 14, 2020 12:16:44 GMT -4
She was there early, it was maybe because Kabuchiko wasn't far from where she had set up the whole organisation of her plans of today. God, she was tired, she was tired of the whiny comments of some of the villains in that chat. You sure they were villains because really. She rolled her shoulders, ordered a drink and went to sit on the table that mostly was where Sunaho sat. The informant was sure that the dust devils by now realized who she was and so on. She moved her shoulders again, she had not even used them but apparently the tension of today had been horrible. Wait until the last things were going through, she would not mind sharing it with her friend but it definitely depended on how her day had been. She had seen Sunaho's last comment, this drink wasn't to talk business, but that's what Narcissa considered as nice, something else, not always business talk, like their first meeting. Just having a drink. She got the fruity orange looking cocktail on her table, gave a subtle thanks and took it and immediately took a sip with the straw.
She leaned back with her head, eyes closed though her ears sharp. She was dressed in the same outfit that she wore all day. Her white mask in her bag but not wearing it, no need with Sunaho. Her hair in a ponytail, her bangs swiftly moved away from her eyes and a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up over her elbows, and a light pink sort of pants. Her white shoes were still white which was a miracle if you considered her whole day but than again, Narcissa didn't make her hands dirty, exactly like she told Antonio. She wondered for some time if she should ask for a partnership with the dust devils' leader but then again she had not spoken to Sunaho too often, it was always a business deal, surely that's how Narcissa worked. You could not trust people, so simple was it, which made her open her eyes and stare at the ceiling. Painful idea. The words still repeating over and over again in her mind from time to time, mostly right before she went to sleep. What the hell did that mean for Antonio and what did it mean to her. Right now she sighed, moved forward, leaned on her hand and took another sip of the drink. Let Sunaho come soon so she can be distracted.
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7 Posts
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25 Years
Female
"Splashzone"
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Post by Splashzone on Jun 14, 2020 23:23:40 GMT -4
Ornella, beyond the backstage in one of the ratty, strobe-lit dressing rooms of the club she'd be working at the past few nights, was well underway with her usual make-up regimen. Finely applied black lipstick, enough blusher under her vacant eye socket to mask the horrific scarring beneath as best she could, and a thick rim of eyeliner and semi-sparkling eyeshadow for the other. She replaced her glass eye, usually painted the same colour as the other, with one that was just a blank, white pearl hidden below her bangs. She was performing for villains, Quirked folk who were sometimes much more monstrous than a tiny American girl with big hands and no legs. There was going to be no hiding in a place like this. Soon, it came to dressing up in the way she always did; a dress covered in opened eyes, a little red belt around her skinny waist to add to the colour palette, and a black ribbon tied in pretty knots that she was surprised she could tie at all. She longed for the day she could just wear a pair of red heels or some tights with ladders in them, but for now she'd make do with the newest prosthetic legs she'd had bought for her by some fancy person in a mask. They were at least more elegant than those hideous metal-and-plastic deals that looked like they'd be ripped off a shop mannequin. With her outfit perfected and her make-up game on point as per, she began to recite lyrics into the mirror. With ten minutes left to burn before showtime, she started to pace across the room on her running blades, getting used to the rhythm of walking in them and singing her set of songs under her breath.
Finally, it was time for her set, and she quite happily walked through the back halls of the club along with a bodyguard who was likely there to keep anyone working on behalf of the owners in-line. She was hardly a good villain, and not one who'd cause trouble for anyone outside of those so-called heroes dotted around the country, but she understood well enough. She even tried to start up a conversation, but couldn't get much of a word in as she was led to the side of the stage. From there, she could see the backing band setting up their instruments, exchanging pleasantries before the performance was due to start. Being only a modest sized venue, it was quiet but active enough for her. She took a breath, and after what seemed a lifetime, finally wandered onto the stage.
From there, it was easy to wait out the movement of a drum kit and briefly discuss the set she was going to sing, tapping the microphone with one of her oversized fingers. This microphone was padded out with tape and foam, big enough for her to handle with her plate-sized hands, and for a moment she calmed herself, right as the introduction to the song kicked in. She was swept up into the rhythm, swaying slowly as the music gave way. And when it was time to sing, by god she started off strong. The lyrics didn't really matter, it was a generic love song. But, she delivered it with her husky singing voice, ensuring every single word leaving her mouth oozed with passion. She barely moved, but she didn't have to. Her voice carried across the room as if reaching across the void to reach out for hearts to melt. Hopefully, she'd draw the audience she desired.
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30 Years
Masculine
"Blackout"
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Post by Kozue Ito on Jun 17, 2020 8:31:35 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
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SO! A man walks in a bar and he says to the bar keep Ya got any grapes?---naaaaah....that wouldn't make a good ice breaker in such a seedy place he found himself waltzing through the doors of. These folks weren't exactly what he'd call capable of having much of a funny bone if at all! Plus, so many folks were obsessed with this Ishtar person, what was the deal anywho? Eh, he wasn't out to impress anyone at the moment...but what if he should? Idly flipping a coin, catching it and flippin' it again...he pondered how folks would react if he just turned of the lights or some such nonsense.
Either they wouldn't care or flip a shit on some wild level he was not prepared to deal with. As fun as it would have been to see how that would turn out, folks were out for blood more than usual right now. Hell, wouldn't surprise him if some of the villainous community had shrines to Ishtar, their Goddess of Victory. Yeeeeaaaah, getting used in some weird ritual by some whack job? No thanks, that's a hard pass from this guy!
Besides, he wasn't in the ahem proper attire to go around stirring the shit pot. Right now, he'd been dressed casually considering he finished up work near by in some place that struggled to get themselves reliable workers. It all worked out more or less and was stable enough for now...but it wouldn't be if he blew his damn cover like a total idiot! Holding onto the coin while trying to figure out how the hell to break the monotonous pattern, his pace slowly came to a stop and nearly walked into a freaking table. Man, he needed to get his head back in the game!
Sliding the coin back into his pocket and resting one hand upon the table, looming over it as though he was some spooky thug. The way he was dressed, looking like some sort of purple edition mobster wasn't making him look to approachable. Tilting his head to look toward the woman with his hat lightly shading those bright blue eyes, a seemingly sinister grin crossed his lips...but the moment he tapped the table a couple of times and warmed up immediately. "Yikes! Hey! Sorry 'bout that, miss! Got lost in my thoughts, ya prolly know how that goes some days, am I right?!"
Standing upright with a wink, he reached up to fix his hat real quick but looked a bit surprised and turned his head toward the sound of someone....singing? It was almost like being lured in by a siren at sea! Except he hated the friggin' ocean and any large bodies of water, so he liked to hope it was easy enough to dodge a folklore level bullet! His quick couple of blinks were rather odd compared to most folks, especially with his eyes being like a pair of bright circles at the moment. Looking back to the woman who was originally minding her own business with the company of an orange cocktail, he lightly tapped the table a couple times with his finger in thought.
Idly patting at the air until he grabbed a chair, he parked himself right down while staring off at the stage. This place wasn't exactly some stellar joint by far, but the talent it brought out right now? Damn, this place felt more high end than it looked. "Woah...that chick's got some sweet pipes..." The way those words slipped past his lips in a daze to his impromptu bar buddy. This singer was even managing to rock those prosthetic legs too with the way she carried herself!
Though admittedly, he was a little wary about how she could wreck him like nothing with those watery hands of hers if the soulful singer's quirk was tied to it as he'd suspected. But you know what the crazy thing is? That didn't stop him from straight up admiring the way her voice carried its way through the joint!
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26 Years
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Post by Maya on Oct 12, 2020 13:33:30 GMT -4
Narcissa had 50 EXP and gained 4 EXP
Splashzone had 50 EXP and gained 5 EXP
Kozue had 193 EXP and gained 6 EXP
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