VIDEO 🎸 UN: METALHEAD69

[bardbarous]

[ The world around Tuck and Billie is dark, gloomy, and full of dust. The bar they are in, Colonel Dan's, has seen better days. Tables have been overturned, something's been in here making a mess despite the magic that was imbued into the door. Guess it didn't hold. ]

So, who wants to help Billie n' me clean out our bar? That we, ah, never used.

[ Tuck does his best to make it sound like the most riveting fucking thing a person could volunteer for. ]

We'll pay you in... uh...

[ He looks down at Billie who is currently out of camera view. Hard to put both a two foot child in the same frame with a seven foot man. ]

Friendship? Oh, booze!

Either, or. Whichever turns out to be of equal or lesser value.

[ From the dark, something falls off the bar counter and breaks. Then skittering claws scuttle across the floor. ]

There's someone else in here.

... ..... So, who wants to help Billie n' me chase a mystery creature out of our bar? Ehhh? Could be fun—Oh fuuuck! It touched my leg!

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[noniad]

[ Ortus does not brighten so much as he becomes less entirely gloomy, a minor lifting of fog as he nods. He clears his throat in preparation, lifting his chin to lengthen his throat, and then, in a not half bad mezzo-soprano, says: ]

Oh, sir monster - what awful fangs, what wretched claws! Whatever brings such a handsome beast as you to a place like this?

[bardbarous]

[ It's like being taken away to a fairytale of wonder and whimsy. ]

... Do you do theater work?

[noniad]

[ Ortus ducks his head and blushes profusely, absurdly grateful for the obfuscation of his face paint. ]

I have not. [ Imagine - him, on stage, in a drama! ] Is that - a voice one would use, for theater?