Post by Metal Sickle on Apr 14, 2019 20:13:43 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| How did it all come to this. Such randomness engulfing his every move as he stood before a large crowd in the underground dance club. The Changeling stood before a massive disco set up. A massive assortment of mixers, controllers, turntables, the works. Everything seemed to flow into the Changeling at once. His genes BEGGING to start singing and to put on a show. He was even wearing a bell-bottomed tuxedo suit, pearl white with gold trim. The power was calling him dearly... But how the hell did he even manage to get here? Five hours ago West City Slums Sickle was wandering through the poorer district of West City while singing to himself, kicking about cans and other debris when he overheard some rustling amongst the trashcans and garbage. At first, Sickle would have simply passed the rummaging and ignore it ever happened, as he always prided himself in a sense of superiority over the gutter filth, but when a young human male jumped him and held a knife to his chunky Changeling neck, he couldn't help but laugh at the audacity of a fool. He was weak, frail, clearly subpar in his combative skills, and needing a bath badly, but before he could even think to snap the puny neck of this insubordinate monkey, he felt the pressure against his neck and back disappear. The arms and hands of the assailant missing and sounds of muffled screaming behind him. Turning to see what was wrong, he witnessed two men and a woman, human, wearing seemingly out of date clothing. They were clean and refined, smelling of nice roses and... Oregano? Whatever it was, it left Sickle dazed for a second, looking for his assailant. That was when he saw the last woman of the ground, behind the other three people, strangling the dirty male unconscious and dumping his still living body into the dumpster nearby. Sickle was unsure as to why he was just saved right now by his protectors, for all he was aware he was just their next target, yet he knew very well he could dominate them. They were mere humans, powers ranking below even the most docile of Changelings, so it was nothing to him, but the part that stuck with him was when the girl without a stranglehold lept forth her hand for a shake. Something Sickle did not expect from this gaggle of meat bags. "Hello! It's nice to meet you. I am Mary J. These two are Ginger and Almon, and she is Anise. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We are part of the Deep Green Senzu Beans, up and coming band." The lady would say, as her three accomplices in the back replicated a pose from what Sickle recognized as an overachieved ancient television show. They were all upbeat and vibrant, but Sickle was still extremely confused... "Uh, yes. Though I am still confused as to why you just choked that... person out over there. What do you want from me?" He would ask realistically. His mouth contorting into a smirk, as his arms went into a crossing. "As you can clearly tell, you're not exactly giving the best first impression. The dark and forboding alleyway, the attempted murder of a random dude, the 'totally-not-odd' clothing choices... If I were a betting man I would guess you want something from me and you were trying to catch my eye." he would finish, letting them gather their thoughts and continue on with their plan of action. "Ah, I'm sorry. You're right, we were trying to catch your attention. Allow me to explain our situation." Mary would start to apologize with. "See, we have been following you for a few blocks. You wandered past our underground festival and your singing was just too great to not talk to you. We just had to find you." she continued, starting to sound slightly less creepy as she paraded around Sickle's egotism. She was no stranger to charismatic speaking, that was sure, but she worked hard to try and sell this to the Changeling before her. Sickle was flattered, but wanted to know more before he would continue on with them in any way, shape, or form. "We are looking for someone with a voice such as yours. You're gifted, even if you don't know it, and we just love your voice. You don't have to join, but we wanted to know if you'll at least give us the chance to recruit you." she would finish her convincing against Sickle. Despite his normal feelings about humans and other monkey species, he had to admit, they did make good music. If this group was any good, it would a disservice to his heritage and family to deny them the ability to grow in popularity. He was also looking to truly get into the family business of music. His fascination with all things musical started at a young age, and he would regret it for the rest of his life if he did not take the chance when it was handed to him on a silver platter. Oddly enough, exactly the way Changelings loved things being given to them. "I will accept your offer, should you provide ample evidence of you being as good as you claim to be. I am rather curious to hear your musical interpretation. I come from a family of singers and artists, so do not expect an amateur rating." Sickle made his rules to them, watching as the troupe begun to write on notepads as he detailed his beliefs. They were awestruck when he mentioned his family history with the arts. They must not have expected a species known for violence and domination to enjoy the finer things in life. "I will be critical, I will judge, and I will make necessary changes should something prove inefficient. Understood?" "Understood!" They would say, shaking his hand rapidly, guiding him back through the disgusting and horrid alleyway back to the underground passageway to their studio. |
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