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[element_wizard]

[Quietly playing a guitar-like instrument.]

Comments

[free_r_kevin]

You're good at that! *Slightly worrying grin.*

[element_wizard]

[He's seen more worrying grins. That's nothing.]

I should hope so, I've been playing long enough.

[free_r_kevin]

What's that thing called?

[element_wizard]

A rulette. It's from my home.

[free_r_kevin]

*He thinks about this for a moment.* StrexCorp has a music division, you know!

[element_wizard]

Do they? [He plucks a few notes] Well, I'm not interested in making a career out of this.

[free_r_kevin]

What is your career, then?

[element_wizard]

Cosmic layabout and slacker.

[free_r_kevin]

That has to stop, you know. StrexCorp won't allow it, and StrexCorp is very insistent about that sort of thing . . .

[element_wizard]

It's a good thing I'm not apart of StrexCorp.

[free_r_kevin]

Yet. StrexCorp is always happy to expend!

And, you know, happy in general. Happiness is, after all, mandatory.

[element_wizard]

Nah. I'm not much for being part of organizations. I tend to cause too much chaos and disruption in them. And then get kicked out.

[free_r_kevin]

I think we had people like that once. We don't anymore.

[element_wizard]

That's too bad. They're fun.

[free_r_kevin]

But at least they helped us decorate, right?

[element_wizard]

[Alec cocks his head to the side, rather like a bird as he intently studies Kevin.]

[free_r_kevin]

*Kevin has black voids where his eyes should be, stitching across his forehead, clothes splattered with blood, and something mysterious moving under his shirt.

*His grin is huge, forced and full of fangs.*

[smugfox]

Try another song. A louder one.

[element_wizard]

[He looks up from his strumming and gives the other 'man' a bit of a grin.] Any suggestions?

[smugfox]

Oh, I wouldn't know about that. I tend to just open my mouth and wait until someone shuts me up.

[element_wizard]

How do they usually shut you up?

[Though he starts going through Scarburough Fair... louder.]

[smugfox]

It varies widely. But I do not have the nicest singing voice, admittedly, at least to most ears.

[element_wizard]

[Meanwhile Alec just doesn't exist. He looks like he's there but the edges around him are wrong, like a badly fit peg in a hole and its more the mind insisting he's there because something is saying he's there.

He still has a bland pleasant smile on his face.]

I'm sure they did.

[A few discordant notes are plucked from the instrument that linger in the air.]

Which is good for StrexCorp, I'm assuming.

[element_wizard]

Neither do I.

Which is why I play and not sing.

[smugfox]

I can do that. I have the claws for it. Nails.