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Post by discordion on Oct 26, 2012 21:54:54 GMT -5
The bar doors burst open, a thick white fog pumping into the bar from a fog machine just outside, obscuring the view.
Something ran in, a shiny chrome and copper blur. It was, in fact, a boombox on spindly robotic legs which settled into a corner and sat down, a spindly metal arm reaching up to push the play button, and swing jazz blared into the room.
On cue, as the words to song began, a muscular feline figure in a black suit with pinstripes in gold, and with matching wingtip shoes and fedora came shuffling into the room, tiger-striped, leonine tail swinging to the beat, dancing up toward the bar and proceeding to pull of some fantastic swing dancing and aerials to the beat, grinning as he danced, baring stained yellow fangs. Behind him, a spindlier figure of the same height came tapdancing into the room, clad in a black sequin tuxedo, a matching sequined top hat in one white glove and a sequined cane in the other, his own thick, tufted tail also swinging to the beat. As the doors swung shut behind him, he flipped the top hat onto his head and grinned at the bar patrons. "Hey party people," Discordion called out as his doppelganger continued to dance. "You guys ready to dance?" As if on cue, the boombot reached up with a thin metal arm and turned up the volume.
Malthas shuffled over to the one other familiar figure in the room and winked at her, snapping his fingers to the beat. "Care to dance, Mally?"
The shark's grin only widened at Cricket's comment, shrugging coyly. She did feel some sympathy for the vampire's own alterations being against her will, Sydonia knew that would have been horrible-- but would probably have grown into them over time. She scoffed at the next question. shaking her head with a somewhat sombre look. "Unfortunately no, no weapons. My teeth are hard enough to crush bone, though. Tail sure comes in handy sometimes too." With that, she twitched her tail with the slight whirring sound kicking up again.
Had she been aware of Cricket's intentions, Syd would not likely object. She was up for causing a bit of trouble here and there. Her gaze wandered back to Mally as she spoke with Cricket, watching as she ordered another drink and looked around the room. She supposed the panther woman would be more accustomed to.. more people around judging by her appearance and the way she presented herself.
Unfortunately, Sydonia's internal monologue was cut short as a large ruckus entered the bar. The music wasn't exactly to her taste, nor was the loud sounds. A scowl came over her face as she sat back and watched the strange pair. She couldn't swag to this.
The shark stood from her spot, tail clicking wildly as it thrashed from side to side, displaying her clear irritation. She did not want to dance-- at least not to this. Her moods were like switches, and could turn into a fiery inferno of rage with a push of a button. She was a shark, after all. Her green eyes glared at the device controlling the hideous (swag-less) sounds for a moment or two before she found herself stalking over to it. She ignored the two strangers, and both her new found friends for the moment as her pupils grew wide, standing in front of the boombox.. and then attempting to sink her teeth straight into it, the metal denting and tearing under her jaws.
She didn't much care whether she broke it or damaged it enough for it to be turned off. One did not disturb a shark if they were not ready to deal with the hot-headed consequences.
In the same instant that Syd had risen to deal with the unneeded noise, Cricket rose and took hold of her chair. Not quite in that stage of pregnant that any kind of lifting was out of the picture and also not so hefty yet that she'd show such readily, she lifted it easily (and safely) before making to beat Malthas over the head with it. She didn't know this stranger and certainly wouldn't handle him hitting on her panther friend.
Provided she hit him, she'd stand triumphantly over his fallen body all dominance with a pinch of mood swing, waiting to see if the cretin would stand up to challenge her a second time. If he danced away, she'd pursue him with the chair, swinging it aggressively, just waiting for the moment she'd hit home.
Either way, the maniacal red-head bore a smirk of satisfaction, either at her victory or the manner in which he fled her.
KARKAT: I GOT A LAB FULL OF HUMANS, A MOUTH FULL OF YELLING, AND A TORTURED PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE FULL OF TOTALLY HYSTERICAL EMOTIONS AND UNAIRED GRIEVANCES AT PRACTICALLY EVERYBODY.
The panther woman had turned back towards the other two when nothing in the room caught her eye or interested her in the slightest. The only sort of entertainment was at their little table in the form of talk and shared experiences.
Mally gave a little sigh and took another drink, but what enjoyment she would have for the taste was interrupted as the bar door swung open and fog began to curl into the room. The lady sat up straighter and eyed what followed, unsure if she should be glad that there was now some sweet jazz music playing to break the dull silence, or apprehensive that it was Malthas who'd brought all of the noise with him. Annoyance was visible on her face, but a small amused smile played at the edges of her lips as he approached and offered her a dance.
"Well.." The suited lady started, but didn't get to answer as Cricket rose to swing a chair right at Malthas, around the same time the music was cut short as her new shark friend decided to take a nice big bite out of the boombox. There was a slight raise of the eyebrows as Mally stood and put her hat back on, with her drink in her other hand, as she decided to sidle around Malthas and Cricket to watch for the moment.
The radiobot positively freaked out when the shark creature approached with obvious ill intent, and made to flee. Alas, it was too late, and as it made to turn, the shark's jaws came crashing down upon the doomed machine. Metal teeth tore into circuits and clockwork with the high-pitched screeching of metal on metal, accompanied by the fading static-y screams of the boombot as he died in a crumpled heap of sparking electronics.
Disco dropped the dancing cane and stared at the carnage with dismay, jaw hanging open. "Th-that took me a WEEK to build," he exclaimed, long noodly limbs flailing about and gesturing emphatically. "Do you know how hard it is to build one of those." Malthas simply turned and grinned, stained yellow fangs bared as he watched the destruction, fangs parting to laugh raucously at Discordion's antics, a muscular arm flashing out to rather roughly pat his doppelganger on the back, almost knocking the poor skinny madman over.
Disco went to turn around and remark with "Hey, not so rough," but his chance was cut off when a chair exploded into so many splinters across Malthas's back, sending the massive, muscly figure sprawling to the floor on his stomach, more out of surprise than pain. Disco, however, decided it would be best to try to avoid conflict and get the fuck out of there, long limbs beating against the floor as he ran toward the bar, vaulting over the top and ducking out of sight. There was a series of clicks and clanks as he... Did SOMETHING back there out of sight.
His muscly double laughed out loud and spun around and leapt from the floor, a huge fist aimed for his attacker's face, a punch that was designed more to retaliate than to cause any actual harm. "Fuck yes, I love a good bar brawl," he shouted as Disco bounced back up from behind the bar, taking a slightly crouched battle stance on the countertop, wielding a weird sort of huge mallet made of brass, copper, and chrome parts painted in cartoonishly bright shades, with various diodes and coils and other steampunk trappings. It arced with a strange dark energy that swirled in a sort of dark rainbow of colors. He let out his own maniacal laugh and swung downwards, smashing the bar beneath him to splinters for no apparent reason, executing a double flip with the momentum of the swing and landing feet-first onto the bar floor. He grinned ear-to-ear, flashing his pearly pointies, and raised his gizmo-mallet high above his head, charging headlong into the shark's direction with a high-pitched ululating war cry.