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[draugrr]

CHARACTERS: Meridian Fennel & Millions Knives
DATE: right here right now
WARNINGS: violence to pianos
SUMMARY: you can't take this guy anywhere




[He'd tried. He really had. He'd dressed the part and everything, come prepared to play the appropriate role. Maybe he thought he could handle it because it was in the game, but that was naive, having already experienced the strength of the simulation. Of taste and sound and touch.

To Meridian's credit, perhaps, it doesn't immediately go to shit. He engages in some polite conversation. He has a drink. Though he cuts an imposing figure, easily towering over the majority of the guests, he's smoothed out his low rasp into a lilting rumble, almost alluring. He's danced these steps before, albeit not of his own will.

But the illusion shatters when one curious guest just can't get over his ears. Meridian tries to deflect: they're sensitive, it's improper, and sir, I would really prefer you let this go, but the man's boorish. He doesn't take 'no' for an answer.

And so, as the man stretches out his fingers towards the delicate tufts of fur at the base of Meridian's ears, Meridian grabs his wrist. The man cries out, the crowd starts to turn. Meridian scowls as he hurls the man onto the nearest surface.

It happens to be the lid of the piano.

Someone happens to be playing it.

Meridian pins the man down as he stares at the piano player, defiantly, his claws splayed over the offending guest's throat. Sorry, not sorry.]

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[chlorokyll]

[ By this point Knives is settled into the party as best he can be. With the help of another he's dressed to the nines, though his gloves have been removed and set aside as his fingers glide across the keys of the grand piano. The piano in the house offline is nothing quite this high-quality and so Knives is making the best of this moment, putting his all into the music to the point that everything else fades out of his mind.

Hibiki had been here for a time, accompanying him with cello playing or vocals, but she wandered off at some point, leaving him to his own devices.

He is somewhere in the midst of the third movement of Moonlight Sonata when the body of some unknown man slams onto the top of the piano, causing the song to abruptly end with a series of discordant notes. Knives is on his feet in less than a second, the piano bench shoved out behind him, though it only takes him a second or two to process what's just happened.

He locks eyes with the perpetrator, a man with ears like the one who called herself an elf and wielded an axe, except this one has a good foot on him in height and also has violence written into every inch of his body.

Takes one to know one.

Knives expresses no concern for the man who's currently got a set of claws dangling near his throat, more interested in the predator himself. He scowls, arms crossing tight over his chest. ]

You had to do this here? I was in the middle of something.

[ And to be honest? He's killed for less. ]