Sacretio: Generic Tavern Scene!

[CCC]

"Hey!" yells Dave's voice from under the stairs. "Those guys are from Thrashhead, they could probably play better than anyone with one hand tied behind their backs!"

Having finished healing the poor patron's face (and ducked under the next beer stein), Dave stepped out from under the stairs again, the shadows clinging to him like spiderwebs and only reluctantly sliding off under the assault of the light. He clasps his hands nervously, and is clearly ready to flinch away from any more thrown missiles.

"Mr. Killthrust, sir, I'm very sorry about the name. It was... just... the only poster I have of you... well... it doesn't say Killthrust, sir. It's got names for all the band members, but... I'm sorry, sir."

[Skitzophrenik]

Killthrust looks at the vampire unsteadily. He is pretty hammered at this moment.

"Ooooh. Old school. Word."

He fist bumps the vampire.

"Tell whoever is in charge of this place to put some better music on, guy."

Killthrust has another drink. At this point, nobody can say where he keeps getting them.

[CCC]

"Yes sir, um, sir, where is the rest of Thrashhead, sir? You'd be the best music that could go on, right?" says Dave, still nervous.

[Skitzophrenik]

"Bruce is there."

Killthrust gestures at Bruce.

"We're it, man. Bruce is, as he puts it, Thrashhead. We're hiring?"

Killthrust says this like he's heard it several times since the fiasco that left the group in tatters, and while he doesn't believe it, if Bruce says it, it must be true. Bruce is, after all, Theashhead.

[CCC]

"Wasn't there this elf girl as well?" asks Dave, confused. "And a drummer... they're both on the poster I've got?" After the fiasco with Justin/Killthrust, he's evidently decided it better not to use the names that had been printed on his poster.

[FreakyBoy]

"Elves are lame, brother," Bruce interjects, clomping over towards the bar. "And Sven kept show-boating too much. I kicked them out." He slings an arm around Dave's shoulders. "Tell me, skinny guy: you drum?"

[CCC]

"Um, I don't know." says Dave, a bit off-balance. "I've never tried. I can do dark magic."

[FreakyBoy]

Bruce steps back. "Is that like, raise-the-dead, haunt-your-ex kind of dark magic, or like can't-sleep-shadows-will-eat-me kind of dark magic?"

He adds as an aside to Killthrust, "Either way, that's pretty metal."

[Skitzophrenik]

Killthrust nods.

"Definitely."

He throws up the horns, but casually. Ya know.

[CCC]

"Er, neither. As in manipulate-darkness dark magic. As in, freeze stuff or hide stuff in shadows or make Dark into a kind of armour or... that kind of thing."

[FreakyBoy]

Bruce motions at the shadows in a nearby place with shadows. "Like, could you make those shadows drag that guy," he points at one of the dwarves on stage, "off somewhere unpleasant?"

[CCC]

"Um... I might be able to make them drag him somewhere that's not too far." says Dave. "What sort of unpleasant place did you have in mind?"

[Skitzophrenik]

"You've got a pretty lame imagination for a fan, guy."

Killthrust picks up another drink and drinks it. He wings it backwards over his shoulder and it explodes against the wall just next to the drummer's head.

[FreakyBoy]

Bruce thinks a bit. "Could you .. make them look like a dragon? Like, all looming over me ready to devour the crowd while I growl on about Ragnarok?"

[weatherwax]

"Oooh, that would be kickin' 'lil Vampie what'syourname," Elaine says, sipping on her sweet drink. "Better than listening to this dreck. OY! You're giving my lutes a bad name!" she calls to the front lutist. "One repeated chord doesn't make a song, Frederick!"

She shakes her head.

"I told him not to join that group," she mutters.