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DISPLAYING SUBJECT: SUPERBIA SQUALO Label: PRIDE RECORDS Band: MÄNTICORE Instrument: CELLO (+backing screams) Fame Lvl: 2 (Power 1 + Fortune 1) Current MP: 15 Short Description: ► 182cm 75kg, 22 y/o, twig, really long  white hair. Left-handed. ► He was considered a musical prodigy as a teenager and is sometimes called a cello genius (but he can still lose a play-off, so no worries). ► Loud, arrogant, violent and really not what you'd expect of the resident "classical" musician. He loves telling everyone how much better his band is than theirs, being obnoxious, and getting as much attention as possible. He also knows no shame or decency and is genuinely full of shit and actually you should probably check out his opt-out post. Regains So Far: ► white hair (5) ► Rain Flames (15; low intensity) ► prosthetic hand, fully functional (15) ► scars and tattoos (5) ► assassin skills & combat (30) ► Rain Flames (+15=30; moderate) ► Varia Ring of Rain (30) Regained Memories So Far: ► promising not to cut his hair ► failure at the Cradle Affair & ICE ► bacon & steak & getting facewalled ► getting (more or less) killed by Jager ► losing Rain battle + eaten by a shark ► Xanxus throwing shit at his head ► cutting his hand off and killing Tyr ► the Varia (looks & mannerisms) ► being the Requiem of Rain ► being drawn to Xanxus ► Xanxus' fire and his devotion to him ► being part of a "demonic" group ► "Squalo" being his real name ► Alo and Rain Flames ► working together with Xanxus ► killing people ► being mafia Resources: ► AC link: here ► Threadtracker: here ► CR chart: here ► Application: here ► Mood music and visuals: here ► Journal navigation: here Contact Player: ► jigglyballs ► PM this journal ► AIM: morphinedementia IC CONTACT ► PHONE: 1-555-613-2936 ► TEXT: 1-555-613-2936 ► EMAIL: s.squalo@priderecords.prc ► TWITTER: @betterthanyou ► FACEBOOK: Superbia Squalo ► YOUTUBE: prideshark ► BLOG: manticoreofficial.tumblr.com

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(( sequel to this ))


[ So at least three days hopefully, because he'll be out like a light until then. ]


Got it. Hope you've got plenty to spend.


[ What a gentleman. ]

[ But, sure enough, he'll be at the agreed place on the agreed time. Maybe like three minutes earlier, actually. Punctuality is no joke, even if he's technically a rock star. He's also a goddamn professional. ]

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Don't worry. Remember where we work.

[And, with a laugh, Koumei signed off.

He was already waiting when Squalo arrived, his hair tied back in a sloppy braid and clad in a rather loud hoodie. He was sipping on something hot while he waited. The small stage in the back of the lounge was unoccupied for the moment....although there was a piano and a cello conspicuously waiting in the wings.]

It's good seeing you again, [Koumei said in greeting, a sly smile on his face.

It really was. Koumei was glad that he wasn't just running on a rush of hormones and lust (although they both were major factors in this affair).]

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[ Meanwhile Squalo doesn't look too different from when they met last time, though he's dropped his full-leather getup in favor of simple printed red shirt, black jeans and short black leather jacket. ]

[ He's not intimidated by that slyness either. Amused, more like, even if his gaze might look slightly calculating for a moment. ]

You too. [ cheerfully. ] Nice sweater. [ It's hard to say if he's dissing it or making conversation. Probably dissing it. ]

Almost thought you'd forgotten.

[ More like, he probably forgot you exist, Koumei, or he would've texted you himself, but there's no reason to point that out. ]

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[Koumei chuckled into his cup.]

As if I could forget about someone as talented as you!

[More teasing-- but it was the truth. Squalo's skill with the cello was something he had only dreamed of attaining as a school boy. He never did have the talent for the stringss-- he was just fortunate that his fingers could dance along a piano's keys.]

Come over here and take a seat. It's cold out tonight.

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[ If Squalo's ego was a dick, that praise would go right to it. He's pleased. He's so pleased it's ridiculous. You'd think he's a cat that just shanked the bird and got its chin scratched. ]

[ Smirking widely, he takes a seat next to Koumei, mostly all turned toward him, and rests an arm over the backrest, almost touching the man's shoulders. (I assumed it's got couch-like seats if it's a 'lounge', but feel free to assume he's resting an elbow on the counter if it's a bar. Yanno, looking comfortable.) ]

I was hoping someone'd help me warm up.

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Warm up in what way?

[Koumei leaned back into the cushions, resting his head against the man's arm in a casual, comfortable gesture.]

We've got multiple options tonight.

cw: gross

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[ What a coquette. Would it hurt you not to verbally beat around the bush for once? But fine. Squalo can play this game for a little while. ]

And I've got time.

[ He cants his own head a little to the side, his smirk now getting more toothy, holding eye contact. ]

Start off with drinks... then I'd love to see your fingers at work. [ He gestures with his free hand lively as he talks, in a characteristic Italian South-Europa manner, and subtly points at the piano with that last proposition. ] If I'm impressed, I might ask for a private demonstration after that.

cw: also known as not so subtle double entendres

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[It's only coquettish to those who have no manners-- and Koumei, though a part of Pride, was a gentleman regardless of the circumstances.

Holding eye contact as well, Koumei didn't bother trying to hide the playful mischief that lit his eyes.]

Drinks we can always do; we'll just need to see what comes after.

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[ Squalo technically knows of manners. It's pretty much mandatory in a rich home and the academy. He prefers not to have them, though. He's left it behind along with his name. It's much more fun being the savage beast that he is in his kokoro of kokoros heart. ]

[ He looks fucking smug now. ]

How mysterious. I might end up with high expectations, you know.

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[Smug? Oh-- that's good. Seeing the talented men and women of the world thirst for something greater was always a beautiful thing. It made Koumei's heart as an artist burn with a drive, a passion to be something greater.

He smiled, quietly accepting the challenge that had been laid bare before him.]

Is that a bad thing? Why don't we go raise the bar ourselves?

[A slight nod toward the piano-- was Squalo ready to go?]

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[ He brushes his fingers over Koumei's braid a few times and grins. Now you're talking. ]

Drinks first, Red. [ He'll be taking his arm back now, thanks. And getting up to head for the bar. Yeah he might have a reputation for guzzling alcohol like water but actually he sort of feels like getting a tiny coffee right now. It was getting cold outside and he didn't feel like putting cold limbs on anyone, or an instrument. ] Want anything?

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Something hot...

[He smirked as he stood to join Squalo. Fingers lingered on the smooth leather of his jacket's sleeves, admiring the sleek texture and the firmness of the muscles it hid.]

Then again, I don't think the menu has anything hot enough to rival present company.

[Teasing? Definitely.]

One of those sweet coffees will have to do for now until we can get ourselves warmed up.

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[ He's a bit ripped for a nerdy musician, it's true. Then again, it's all still sleek and honed, like steel ropes, and doesn't give his form much volume. ]

[ Keep stroking his ego, too. ]

If it was on menu, nobody could afford it.

[ And here you are, so feel special. He thinks for a moment, then waves the bartender off and slips behind the counter. ]

Let me.

[ Ever tried a real cappuccino/latte/panna? Because he's making one. Whichever is the sweetest. ]

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[Intrigued, Koumei scooted into one of the barstools across from Squalo and leaned on the counter, resting his chin on his hands so he could watch Squalo work. Given the man's accent, he suspected that the cellist was from somewhere in Europa, but he wasn't one to make assumptions without a firm base.

But, this?]

Hm. Seems you're talented in more ways than one!

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[ Squalo smirks at him over the counter as he mixes up cream. ]

You'll be happy to know my list of talents is quite extensive.

[ He's pretty fast with it, too. Not quite at the speeds of an experienced barrista, of course, since he only does it at home, but it's going along pretty nice. He sniffs a few brands of coffee before settling on one he likes, and goes to retrieve cinnamon and chocolate. ]

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[The smells of whatever lovely concoction Squalo was whipping together were enough to tempt the Greats of Rock and Roll to raise from the dead. Koumei hummed blissfully, thoroughly enjoying this little prelude to the actual show.]

I can't wait to see the rest of them. ♥

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[ It's pretty lovely. And soon enough Koumei will be presented with a steaming mug of creamy coffee with cinnamon and chocolate sprinkles on top of the foam all of which will smell fucking godlike. ]

[ His own coffee seems to be a black espresso, though. ]

[ He comes back to the other side and takes a seat at the bar next to him, arching a brow at the other man with a smirk. Go on, try it. Tell him how much you love it. ]

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[Koumei took a sip, inhaling the heavenly scent of it and delighting in the creamy, cinnamony goodness of the drink. Smiling like a satisfied cat, Koumei glanced up at Squalo.]

It's as fantastic as it looks. You're quite the master barista!

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Just like us, then.

[ Yeah sorry he can't just compliment your looks without appreciating himself as well. At least he tried? But he smirks smugly anyway as he starts at his coffee. ]

[ The lounge may be half-empty, but there's still a few people around. Just as well; a performance is better with an audience. Later, though... hopefully there are some private quarters upstairs or they might need to violate a janitor's closet. ]

Got anything in mind for concerto?

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[The lounge was in the historic part of the city; most of these establishments were built in refurbished historic townhomes, and there often were the remnants of the housing space on the upper levels. Koumei was confident that they would be able to have their privacy one way or another-- if their performance reached that point.]

I don't know....we could go for the classics, something festive, or something a little saucy. What are you in the mood for?

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I'm a fucking metal cellist. What do you think? [ He grins in an amused manner. ] Could start with something lighter and see where it goes from there.

[ Music is like booze that way. ]

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[Koumei chuckled at that declaration.]

All right then. Are we talking Billy Joel style soft or Van Halen style soft?

[Because, clearly, there was a very distinct difference.]

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[ He considers for a moment, eyebrows rising. ]

Never tried the former. Might as well make it a bit of a challenge.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niVLasaDPAQ

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[His smile grew a little more mischievous at those words.]

I know a number thats fantastic for a cellist accompaniment. You game?

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[ He downs the rest of his coffee and grins. ]

I can match anything. [ He sounds perfectly sure about it -- and hey, he did recently prove it right in that impromptu performance with Lucifer on top of the trailer roof. ] Start and I'll follow.