Post by Striker on Aug 4, 2022 0:37:34 GMT -5
The night had cascaded over the grand city with its deep blue twilight. The many lights flickered to life around the megalopolis, including the one leading right into today's venue; Darbie's Intergalactic. For Lux, it was one of the more well-known foreign food spots for the experimental side of Konats. And one of Striker's favorite places to perform at. Not only because it had great 'steak burgers' and drinks, but because it housed a very well-known secret in its massive sprawling basement. A large stadium, fit for performers of both song and fight. There was a large fighting pit and makeshift mosh when the crowd really got riled up.
Highly illegal, and her band, the aptly named 'Dead Presidents', wouldn't have it any other way, to be frank.
It consisted of herself, a small fauxbian lead singer with a backup guitar. The main lead guitarist and tertiary vocalist in Tulip, a muscular Konatsian woman with a radical glam metal rocker 80s hairstyle. Zachyn led drums in the back as some Crocodilian alien race none of them were too sure about. Nobody was rude or brave enough to ever ask him. And finally, there was their backup singer and synth Ocari. A feminine presenting Namekian. She looks like someone who probably shopped more at a hot topic than Striker did. Many dark colors bounced off each other to compliment the reds and greens on her skin.
The band was getting anxious waiting for the warmup act to get started and play through a set before introducing them as the main course for the night. Keeping off stage and watching pit fights form a leaderboard to kick off the night. The crowd was gently pouring in through the secret entrance above the more standard restaurant and bar the place had. Many loud guests, a lot fans of hers. Some newer faces that only heard of the attraction from friends. Others are only here for a good rumble. After what seemed like hours, the small green furball let out a small groan and set her equipment down for the rest of them to collect.
"I'm going to get a closer look at the dweebs wanting to fight to entertain myself. I'll be up to play when we get called."
"Oh, huh... Yeah, whatever."
Tulip just takes Striker's guitar and shrugs, being the only vocal one to say anything. And even then it's with the nonchalant of a near nihilist. Polarizing stuff. So, what exactly was catching her eyes this night that was so different from the rest?
A prize pit. For the special occasion, what with the tournament happening over in the older capital. Lux was feeling a little lonely it would seem, and so the fighter gallery was expanded compared to the usual regulars there. The small tenrec had to shove past people twice her height nearly to get to the pits. Eyeing the coordinator and anyone signing up for something that really stood out to her. Why?
Maybe she wanted a warm-up fight before performing.
Thread PL: 20,000
WC: 510
Highly illegal, and her band, the aptly named 'Dead Presidents', wouldn't have it any other way, to be frank.
It consisted of herself, a small fauxbian lead singer with a backup guitar. The main lead guitarist and tertiary vocalist in Tulip, a muscular Konatsian woman with a radical glam metal rocker 80s hairstyle. Zachyn led drums in the back as some Crocodilian alien race none of them were too sure about. Nobody was rude or brave enough to ever ask him. And finally, there was their backup singer and synth Ocari. A feminine presenting Namekian. She looks like someone who probably shopped more at a hot topic than Striker did. Many dark colors bounced off each other to compliment the reds and greens on her skin.
The band was getting anxious waiting for the warmup act to get started and play through a set before introducing them as the main course for the night. Keeping off stage and watching pit fights form a leaderboard to kick off the night. The crowd was gently pouring in through the secret entrance above the more standard restaurant and bar the place had. Many loud guests, a lot fans of hers. Some newer faces that only heard of the attraction from friends. Others are only here for a good rumble. After what seemed like hours, the small green furball let out a small groan and set her equipment down for the rest of them to collect.
"I'm going to get a closer look at the dweebs wanting to fight to entertain myself. I'll be up to play when we get called."
"Oh, huh... Yeah, whatever."
Tulip just takes Striker's guitar and shrugs, being the only vocal one to say anything. And even then it's with the nonchalant of a near nihilist. Polarizing stuff. So, what exactly was catching her eyes this night that was so different from the rest?
A prize pit. For the special occasion, what with the tournament happening over in the older capital. Lux was feeling a little lonely it would seem, and so the fighter gallery was expanded compared to the usual regulars there. The small tenrec had to shove past people twice her height nearly to get to the pits. Eyeing the coordinator and anyone signing up for something that really stood out to her. Why?
Maybe she wanted a warm-up fight before performing.
Thread PL: 20,000
WC: 510