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 a
nd 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:
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Mood music and visuals: here► Journal navigation: here
Contact Player:►
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► AIM: morphinedementia
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[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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[ 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.
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But, this?]
Hm. Seems you're talented in more ways than one!
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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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I can't wait to see the rest of them. ♥
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[ 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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It's as fantastic as it looks. You're quite the master barista!
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[ 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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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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[ Music is like booze that way. ]
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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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Never tried the former. Might as well make it a bit of a challenge.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niVLasaDPAQ
I know a number thats fantastic for a cellist accompaniment. You game?
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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.
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I'll hold you to that, Squalo, [he said, teasing, and casually sauntered over to the piano in the back corner of the lounge.
Sliding into the seat, he tested how well it was tuned with a few simple chords-- and deftly moved into a sassy little ditty that hadn't been heard regularly on the radio for decades.
It was a beat that was felt in the gut and zinged like electricity through the instrument.
Then, to his own surprise, he began to sing along.]
She cuts you once, she cuts you twice
But still you believe~
The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood
BUt you don't have strength to leave~
[It was clear that vocals weren't his talent, but the fact that he was having fun was evident in his smile and the timbre of his voice.]
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[ Yeah, it's obvious he's not a vocalist, but his voice is pretty nice, he thinks. You can tell when someone enjoys what they're doing, what is the case now. Despite feeling a certain set of words tapping at the back of his mind, Squalo stays quiet for now, instead coiling an intricate little melody around the main chords the other man is playing, almost like ivy climbing on a fence. ]
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This was a talent that few could match.]
Then she says she wants forgiveness
It's such a clever masquerade
She's so good with her sti-let-to ~
You don't even see the blade~~
You don't see the blade~
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[ Few if any. He wasn't called a cello genius for nothing -- but, ah, most people might not know it. He had a different name back then. ]
[ He tries to join in, as if forgetting he doesn't know the words -- but they just come out anyway, his voice just a bit lower, quieter than usual, as if ringing from somewhere deep within. ]
It's cutting in, freezing solid
Hundred moons go full
Back so fascinating, and I'll take it all in
Anger makes you beautiful.
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You can laugh, you can scream
Your voice cuts through the night
They can try to escape,
But the look on your faces,
Freezes their footsteps at the sight.
[The words bloomed like flowers on the vine. Unexpected, unbidden, but still fitting in with the song. Their origins were unknown-- but, Koumei would have it no other way.]
fuck rhyming that last line. also sry mei this is totally about someone else
[ His voice starts gaining more of that usual rasp quality, but remains below the sound of instruments, as if he doesn't want anyone further than the piano to hear it. The melody on the cello starts rising really high and then dropping, almost like an ocean pulse, still expertly wrapping around the piano parts. ]
Is it hate, is it affection
I won't let it go again.
You can be the end of me
I don't really mind the pain.
Take me down, your stars in my eyes
My life is for you,
It's how I want to go.
Keep the rage flowing on
And I'll love every second.
THAT IS A-OKAY
Koumei continues the song where Squalo left off, his warm baritone ringing with unusual clarity for the normally self-effacing pianist.]
--I can't even ask for more
We've been lost, not to be found
'Cause we've already pledged our life.
It's something bigger
And something grander,
Than all this foolish strife.
And when they say they have the answer
while telling us to look away~
there's no doubt we've always known the truth--
We've just got to show them the way~
Show them the way~~
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[ He's making those last few bars worth it. ]
[ And once the final chords ring, he has to just sit there for a moment and get back into himself, head lowered, while the few other visitors are giving them a standing ovation. ]
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You've surpassed my expectations. That was fantastic!
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You've confirmed mine.
[ Is he saying that his bar was that high, or that he didn't impress all that much? Who knows, he's a giant asshole. Judging from how he leans closer with lewd expression, though, it might be the former, or at least it would be reasonable to tell yourself that. ]
I think I'm up for that private demonstration after all.
[ He runs a hand over the other man's braid as he says it, then steps back, almost teasingly, and makes sure to set his instrument down properly the way he found it. ]
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And I think I'd be up for that challenge. Shall we?
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oops. Warning: NSFW Content ahead.
gross
Hey, gotta warn the kiddies stalking us ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
tru
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ftb? not ftb? let's have a go at it and never tell anyone? idk
FTB -- I'm horrible at writing out what happens after this part.
ALRIGHT THEN