Chaz
Rising Soul
PL: 20,054; IS(x3); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Lvl 1 Guard(5k PL), Heavy Weights (1/4th PL), Knuckle Blades; Zeni: 2,329
Tag: @ibexe
Posts: 82 
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Post by Chaz on Sept 24, 2015 0:24:49 GMT
“Chaz-kun, this food is rubbish. Why would you even take us here?” “Are you kidding me?! This is a god's meal!” The self proclaimed delicious duo sat inside a rundown tavern, enjoying a well deserved meal after having traveled for three days non-stop. Well, one of them was enjoying their meal, at least. Chaz was stuffing his face whole, downing a considerable amount of foods. There were several plates and bowls stacked idly by him on the counter, each one of them littered with the leftover remnants of Chaz’s previous meals. Ibexe on the other hand had not even finished his first and only plate. To put it lightly, he was not enjoying his meal. “You can’t NOT love this! It’s basic, hardy grub. Like, nothing beats this. I could sit at home all day and eat this kind of stuff.” Ibby turned on his stool, glaring right at his partner. He was giving him that sarcastic ‘Really?’ look. “That’s a cold, hard, lie. We tried it before, remember? I ran to the store every day to grab your food because you wanted to ‘settle down’. You couldn’t sit still! You continuously wanted to leave, and nearly broke out several times. You may be able to fool other people, but not me. I know you too well, Chaz-kun.”
“Tsch! Whatever, this food is awesome. I guess I do like trying other foods though.. Who says we can’t have this and try other foods? Best of both worlds!” Chaz tapped his fingers against the counter, stacking another empty bowl amongst the others. “Another round, please!” Ibby shook his furry little head, stuffing his little paws in his vest pockets. “You better hope we have enough money for this, and the concert. We won’t have any money for tickets if you keep on inhaling everything these people have. “ Chaz waved it off, silver utensils in hand. He softly banged them against the counter, literally counting the seconds until his meal arrived. “We’ll have plenty of cash! Remember, dad left us with a ton of money. I mean, we might have to run back to a city or town to get some, but we got some. Trust me, Ibby.” “You see, Chaz-kun? That’s the problem. I get worried sick every time you say ‘Trust me, Ibby.’ Your crazy plans are really stressful. Last time, we have to capture dinosaurs and open a small carnival type deal, letting all the kids ride on some. You rode on them most of the time, so we didn’t even make that much money!”
“Pshh.. C’mon, that spiny dinosaur was fun! You saw the way he was doing backflips and stuff! I miss Chester… He was cool. With me, at least. He didn’t like you all that well, hahahaha!”
Ibby returned to staring blankly at his plate. Chaz glanced at his brother, taking in the disappointment. He pat his feline-brethren on his tiny little back, flashing a canine-induced smile. “Look, we’re gonna be alright. We’ll get through this, Ibby. We’ve gotten through worse! Hey, I can get you some fiiiishh..? You know that always cheers you up! Fiiiiiish!”
Ibby’s ears twitched at the sound of ‘fish’. Fish were his absolute favorite things to eat. He wasn’t as picky as Chaz. He didn’t have to eat at least ONE new thing every meal when he ate. One thing he knew he would consume and love for the rest of his life was fish. His shoulders rose as his entire body began to perk up. “That’s muh boy… Waiter! Waiter! Some fish, please! Deep-fried, minimal salt and pepper! Thanks! Oh, and spritz a little lemon juice on there too if you wouldn’t mind!”
As Chaz continued scarfing down his meals, Ibby softly nibbling on his fish, he caught notice of a poster plastered to the wall beside them. He kicked his feet against the counter, scooting the stool backwards. Wood legs sliding across a rough wooden floor was not a good combination. It screeched out, alerting everyone in the bar. Though, by now, they were already kind of used to Chaz’s rowdy-ness. “Oi… Ibby, isn’t this the band playing at the concert..?” Ibby shook his head, too focused on his plate of fish to actually notice. There were three individuals on the poster. A small, red cat standing upright, a spiky-blond male, and a pale guy with crimson hair coming down in braids over his shoulders, draping across his chest. “Hey.. That looks alot like us and… I can’t put my finger on who this guy is.. but I think I’ve seen him before!”
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 24, 2015 1:13:39 GMT
(Thread PL: 50,318, as per latest grading. Though it hasn't been added yet. Heavy Weights on. Weighted PL: 12,579)
The Eastern Lands. Why had Raisu come this way again? He had no real reason, aside from that little bubble of excitement that formed inside him whenever he flew. It was still a feeling he loved, and he suspected he always would. These past days had been all about flight for him. Ever since he's mastered the art, it was all he could think of. Raisu was like a child with a new toy.
He could go wherever the wind took him, and so he did. Raisu had always been a wanderer at heart, and this took things to another level. Never before had he known such unfettered freedom to move as he pleased and when he willed it. It was as if a whole new set of doors had opened up.
But there was still something to be said for walking. Call him nostalgic, but Raisu still rather enjoyed his landbound travels. So, when his stomach growled, he descended just outside of a small eastern town. Surely they'd have some place to eat.
As Raisu touched down on the ground, he felt something, something like scratching at the inside of his mind. Squinting, he focused, shifting through his own mind. Ki signatures? And familiar ones, too. Just inside the town. Where had he felt these before?
He shook his head. No matter, he'd find out soon enough. Ki signatures were a dime a dozen these days. Walking through town, he drew ever nearer to the source: two ki signatures inside a broken down tavern. Not the best looking place, but good enough.
He strode inside,swiveling his head back and forth, looking for the source of the energy. And there, Raisu spotted them. Two boys, a blond and a catfolk. Ah, so that was it. Raisu's mind snapped back to his home, the South Capitol. Or, more specifically, the destruction of his home. They'd been the ones to rush inside the burning city, trying to save folks. Raisu briefly remembered the red haired Saiyan he'd thought because of them. How was he doing? Still alive? Raisu had spared him, but would others be so kind?
No need to bother them, he decided. Likely, they wouldn't remember him. It had been chaos in the city, and they'd barely spoken. Raisu was just good with faces. Rarely did he forget one. Not a bad skill for a wanderer to have.
Raisu crossed the way, signaling to the barman as he did.
"What will it be, son?" Asked the barman.
"Something simple, cheap. Meat, preferably." He answered, shooting the tender a grin.
The barman nodded, and set off to relay this to his cooks. Raisu sighed, and leaned forward on his elbows, just trying to focus past the hunger.
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Chaz
Rising Soul
PL: 20,054; IS(x3); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Lvl 1 Guard(5k PL), Heavy Weights (1/4th PL), Knuckle Blades; Zeni: 2,329
Tag: @ibexe
Posts: 82
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Post by Chaz on Sept 24, 2015 2:20:02 GMT
With a bowl of BBQ-chicken flavored ramen in hand, slurping up the noodles to no end in between his lips, Chaz studied the picture. He studied it the best anyone who has never studied before studied. Ibby continued on with his little meal, munching away at the copious amounts of fish on his plate. Lying on the wooden counter beside his plate were the bare skeletons of the fish. After consuming the meat clean off the bones, he stacked them neatly on top of each other. This was in great contrast to his partner Chaz’s pile. Strewn bowls, stacked one way and then stacked another into a gigantic, intimidating tower of dirty bowls and plates, threatening to spill onto the floor below at a moment's notice. “I swear I have seen this hair before.. It’s so unique! It’s just like.. bam it’s there! Right in your face!” Not even paying attention to ki signatures, Chaz had absolutely no idea that the person he was trying to remember waltzed into the very same tavern they were in.
Ibby halted his nipping, his big round eyes averting their unfaltering gaze from his scrumptious food. They darted over to look at the red-haired man who sat down only a few seats from Ibby himself. He squinted, trying to make out the red braids that caressed the man's chest. Then it hit him. That was the guy who saved Chaz and Ibby back during their battle at South City. He was the one Chaz fought alongside of, defending their home city against the impending Saiyans. Ibby placed his fish down upon the table, jumping up from his stool to the counter. His little feet jostled along the crooked, jarring countertop. He sat himself down next to Raisu on the counter, holding an already half-eaten piece of fish in his tiny paws.
Awkwardly studying him, he finally spoke out. “Hey, aren’t you the guy who helped us back in the South Capitol? I think I remember you. You battled the strong, skinny Saiyan. I really have to thank you. You saved our bee-hinds. Chaz-kun might be a little too prideful right now to admit it, but you saved us. What are you doing here, anyways? This place is like, half-destroyed.” Chaz continued looking at the poster, scooping up bowl after bowl from the counter as the bartender kept dishing them out. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of the thing.
“Chaz-kun wanted to come see some concert they were holding nearby. Apparently it’s some type of event to support people who lost friends and family during the battles in the cities. Some type of charity event, like that. “ Ibby cleaned the bone, calmly placing it on the counter below. His long, feline-like tongue slithered between his lips, cleaning the crumbs that had stuck in his fur.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 24, 2015 12:08:29 GMT
A presence sat down beside him as Raisu waited. Raisu didn't even need to open his eyes or turn his head to know who it was. The ki signature gave it away. It was one of the men he'd met in South Capitol. The presence smelled of fish. Seafood. Raisu was decidedly indifferent towards sea food, despite growing up in the southern world. Some people, though, were crazy about it.
The presence began to speak. So, they remembered him from the South Capitol. Yes, he had battled the smaller Saiyan. He remembered that fight well. The Saiyan had been strong, but not strong enough. The weights certainly had been a handicap in his foe's favor. But in the end, it didn't make a difference. Raisu had grown since than. Not so much in size, but in power? He'd grown a lot. Raisu finally turned to face the presence: the catfolk.
But what was he doing here? Well, eating. That was the easy answer.
"Just eating. The world's a small place, I guess. And don't worry about it. I just tried to help. People gotta look out for each other these days."
The catfolk continued speaking, something about a concert. A charity event for those who lost there homes?
"Oh, that sounds nice."
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Chaz
Rising Soul
PL: 20,054; IS(x3); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Lvl 1 Guard(5k PL), Heavy Weights (1/4th PL), Knuckle Blades; Zeni: 2,329
Tag: @ibexe
Posts: 82
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Post by Chaz on Sept 24, 2015 16:27:10 GMT
Ibby’s little feline lips curled into a smile when Raisu had remembered them. He attempted to munch away at the fish he thought was in his hands, only to bite his little furry fingers. Ibby completely lost himself when he was eating fish. It was as if he had no sense of anything that was going on around him, besides talking to people. He thought he still had fish in his hands, which prompted him to chomp down. “Ouch!” Ibby softly rubbed his paws, looking back to Raisu. He was here to just grab some food? Why here? This place was clearly a piece of junk, even on the inside. While the food WAS good, it definitely didn’t look appealing. It looked as if the establishment would fall apart at any given moment. Nonetheless, people still ate there. Musty, grubby people, though. Your typical hardcore men with mohawks and tattoos lining their bodies.
“Yea, it is gonna be nice. We might actually be able to go see it if Chaz-kun would stop spending all of our money on food!”
This was what caught Chaz’s attention. With an empty bowl in hand, he threw it upwards, aiming straight for the stack that nearly reached the roof. The bowl landed, spinning furiously within another, almost toppling over onto the floor below. Chaz paid absolutely no attention to it, though.
He figured it would land correctly anyways, and if it didn’t, he pay for the plates and bowls and such. It wasn’t too much of a biggy for him. He was always that type of guy. Just rolling with the punches, and if he didn’t like the way the punches were being thrown, he’d throw wreck havoc back. When his icy blue eyes fell upon Raisu, he jumped into the air, screaming for joy.
“OOIIIII! You’re him! You’re the guy who helped me out back in South City!” Chaz raced towards Ibby and Raisu, jumping onto the counter to sit next to his feline-brother. He pointed towards the poster, bouncing up and down. Each time he came down onto the counter, it bellowed out, releasing frightening creaks. “There is a guy who looks just like you on the poster, dude! For real, he’s got your hair and everything! The other two are just a bunch of doofs. But, are you in that band?! You’re in that band and never told us?! That’s like, our favorite band! If it weren’t for us trying to hunt down Ruby’s Salvation almost twenty-four seven, we’d catch every single one of your guys’ concerts.”
As Chaz rambled on, another man entered the bar. He only stuck his body halfway in, peeking his head around the corner. He was dressed rather nicely, as well. An elaborate suit and sunglasses, dress shoes. All of the jazz that you would see a big-wig in a city wearing. His hair was greased sideways across his head, held down by some type of weird headset. The headset possessed an arm that caressed his jaw line, running down to hover near his lips. With one hand, he was holding the door open. In the other grasped a clipboard with a plethora of different papers. He spoke with a very odd, almost foreign accent. “What the hell are you three doing? You’re on in ten minutes! You guys need to get back to the stage and get dressed! We have two-thousand PLUS people out there waiting to see you perform. We’re pushed for time!”
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 24, 2015 19:33:18 GMT
And then the blond boy approached him. He was loud, very loud. But at least he remembered Raisu. It was nice to be remembered. It was also surprising. Raisu thought back to the beating the boy took. It had been quite the bruising. He'd nearly lost his life too, but that sudden release of energy had turned the tide. It had been quite shocking. It was as if his ki had exploded.
But this was a different time. Now the boy was in his face, talking about a band. Apparently a member looked like Raisu. He raised an eyebrow to this. Did he ever get confused for a girl, like Raisu did? Not that it mattered in the moment.
"Sorry, I don't do music. Just bar songs and whatever is on the radio."
Misunderstandings were fine. They happened. At least he wasn't being confused for a killer. But damn, he just wanted his food. It would be coming soon, Raisu's stomach growling in anticipation.
And then the whole world went mad. A man shouting. They were on in ten minutes? What the Hell did he mean? And then his empty stomach sank. No, this couldn't be reality. Had this clown really confused them for his band? This didn't happen in real life.
"Excuse me sir, " said Raisu, "I think you're confused."
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Chaz
Rising Soul
PL: 20,054; IS(x3); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Lvl 1 Guard(5k PL), Heavy Weights (1/4th PL), Knuckle Blades; Zeni: 2,329
Tag: @ibexe
Posts: 82
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Post by Chaz on Sept 24, 2015 20:51:05 GMT
“You guys are kidding, right?” The man put his hands on his hips, giving the trio a look of disappointment. He pushed the door open further, allowing two very bulky, burly men dressed from head to toe in fashionable suits to enter. Their eyes were blackened out by pure jet black shades. They held their arms out towards the door, seemingly acting as escorts or bodyguards of some sort. Chaz and Ibby looked back and forth between the guards, the man at the door, and Raisu. What the hell was going on? Sure, they looked a LITTLE similar to the guys in the band, but were these people really stupid enough to mistake them? This was it, though. A once in a lifetime chance. Did Chaz and Ibby know how to play instruments? Hell no. But this was a way to get into the concert for free without having to buy tickets. They might even get paid for the gig! Ibby shook his little head, holding his paws out.
“Listen, we’re really not the people you-”
“Yes we are!” Chaz jumped in front of the two, holding his arms out horizontally to his body. He put on a very awkward and fake grin, trying his best to seem like the real deal. He leaned back, parting his lips very slightly in order to whisper to Raisu and Ibby. “Look, we can get into this thing for free. This is our only chance!”
Ibby was dumbfounded. He had no idea that Chaz would pull a stunt like this. Oh Kami, who was he kidding? Chaz always pulled stunts like this! If Ibby hadn’t been around him for so long, he would think the blond human was crazy. And he was. But that was just his type of personality. That’s who Chaz was, and Ibby was in no position to change that. He loved the way his brother was. But this stunt was out of control. Not only were they about to illegally impersonate celebrities, but Ibby was stage fright. If the guy in the door was telling the truth, there were more than two-thousand people waiting to watch this band play. They were going to take over for him. This was beyond his comfort zone.
“Chaz-kun, we can’t do this… Seriously, we could get arr-” “I’ll get you some fish! Lots and lots of Fish! Buddy,” Chaz turned his head towards Raisu, hoping that he would take the bait and join in. “I’ll buy you whatever you want!” Before Chaz could continue on with his bargain towards Raisu, the men in suits lightly grabbed his shoulder and guided him to the door. He also grabbed ahold of Ibby, moving him right alongside Chaz. The second man had gone for Raisu. Not in a way to hurt him, but just calmly escort him out of the building. “This is really happening, this is really happening! I can’t believe this! Guys, we’re about to become rockstars! I’ve always wanted to learn how to play an instrument!”
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 24, 2015 21:07:17 GMT
The man was insistent, though. Kidding? Not at all. Raisu didn't play music. He'd only ever touched an instrument in class, and even then it had just been a recorder. Raisu had no special talent in the musical arts. He was more of a breaker than a maker. A listener not a player.
But the man had other ideas. A trio of well built entered the room, obviously meant to escort them. Raisu sighed. This is not what he expected.
The two young men argued back and forth, one obviously wanting to go through with it. The blond even went as far as to offer him whatever he wanted from the menu. Amusing, really. An image popped into his mind, playing out like a cartoon: Raisu shouting 'Screw this, screw that, screw all of y'all' and busting through the ceiling through flight. It would certainly be one of his better exits.
A man came for him, intending to take him. Raisu shook his head. Damn, he thought, why can nothing ever go according to plan? He just wanted to get a bite to eat.
But this was the opportunity of a lifetime. The promise of shenanigans was rather tempting, he had to admit. To Hell with it, he thought.
He stood and nodded.
"Alright, let's go. You're right. We have a show to perform."
He'd let it ride. He always had an escape if need be.
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Chaz
Rising Soul
PL: 20,054; IS(x3); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Lvl 1 Guard(5k PL), Heavy Weights (1/4th PL), Knuckle Blades; Zeni: 2,329
Tag: @ibexe
Posts: 82
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Post by Chaz on Sept 24, 2015 22:48:44 GMT
The trio was being escorted outside of the bar, guided to three vehicles parked on the dirt road. The three built men opened the door, waiting for them to enter. “A car? Just for us?! Oh my goodness! This is soooo epic!” Despite agreeing to the entire thing, Ibby was still skeptical. At a moment's notice, the real people could arrive. The real stars. They’d be found out, and then be thrown in jail. While jail was an easy thing for someone like Chaz and Raisu to bust out of, seeing as they could destroy metal bars with their bare hands, it wasn’t like Chaz and Ibby wanted to be on the run from the law. And with the vibe they were receiving from Raisu himself, he didn’t seem like the renegade type. While Chaz was a wild type, he was a good guy at heart. Running from the law would be cool for a short while, it would get old. Constantly having to come up with new identities in order to escape police. Hell, it could even get bad enough to warrant help from the BBA. Chaz and Ibby had heard things about those guys. They weren’t an organization to mess with.
The car came to a sudden stop. The entire vehicle shook from the thunderous roars and cheers emitting from the crowd. It was so loud that it felt as if the entire two-thousand plus people were right outside of their car. Their door opened, the the noise became deafening. It was like sirens going off right inside of your eardrums. The Delicious duo exited the car, looking around. A long line of muscular men in suits barricaded their car from the mass crowd. The good thing about the crowd? They were almost all female. All of them holding up posters, bobbleheads, t-shirts plastered to their chests. All of the merchandise was of the trio. “Holy crap.” “Holy crap!” The duo said with their surprised expressions almost simultaneously.
It was intense. All of these girls clawing and scrambling just to get at them. Flashes erupted all over the crowd as people had their cameras out, trying their best to get a picture. A lot of words and phrases were being jumbled about across the large mass, but the one that was said the most was ‘WE LOVE YOU!’ They were stuck in this now. There was absolutely no way of getting out of it now. Chaz decided right then and there that he was going to make the best of it. The three men from before, the ones who had retrieved them from the bar in the first place, led them down a silky red carpet. A red carpet. Chaz and Ibby nearly lost it there. They were on a red carpet! They took very quick glances at eachother, then back to Raisu. Females nearly jumped over the line of men in order to touch them. Some were waving pens and paper in their faces, asking for autographs.
Chaz flipped his color up, running his hand through his hair, striking dramatic, flexing poses for the women and cameras. “Oooh.. yeaaaah! You like that? How about this?! Oooo, and that! Oooh yeaaah!” Ibby walked closer to Raisu, keeping his distance from Chaz. “This is why I can’t ever let him become famous.” As Chaz flexed along, he was abruptly tackled by a group of mauling girls, each of them fighting over a chance to touch him. “OH MY KAMI! Fmfmmfmggghh!” His words were cut off by the sudden attack of lips smacking him in the face. Each of the girls were battering him with kisses. Gigantic pairs of breasts were also shoved in his face during this little scuffle. To put it lightly, Chaz was in Heaven.
The females were pulled off, one of the hefty men lifting Chaz up by his arms. Blood trickled down his upper lip. Kiss marks lined his face and neck. His heart-shaped eyes bulged out in front of him. “I jus-.. Fwahgmhmm.. Wha-.. Aheheheheheee..” Ibby unsheathed his tiny little claws, digging them into Chaz’s pant leg. He began dragging an infatuated Chaz alongside him and Raisu. “Get your ass in gear, Chaz-kun! You got us into this mess, and now we have to perform! We can’t do it without you.”
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 24, 2015 23:10:09 GMT
The men ushered them out of the tavern. In stark constrast to the rundown tavern were three cards waiting for them. Raisu raised an eyebrow and smirked. Not bag, he thought. So this is how famous musicians lived. Markedly nicer than what he was used too. Not that he'd give up the road life for it, but he could enjoy for an hour or two. Raisu enterained the thought of what would happen if the real band showed up in the moment. A chuckle escaped his lips. He could see it now. A very late band busting onto the scene while the confused manager and entourage looked between them confused. Raisu would give a little wave before bursting into the air like a rocket and away from the scene.
He sat in the car a time, humming to himself as it drove along. The interior was air conditioned, a luxury he sorely missed these days. Briefly, Raisu lamented the fact he'd soon be without it again. Beads of sweat almost began to form preemptively. But he'd do without. He had done so already for more than a year now. Going back to days of air conditioning and simple daily life would invalidate all he'd accomplished and lived through this past year.
The car came to a stop, and he was quickly whisked from it, plunging him onto a walkway. There was a noise, a roar of a crowd like a mighty dinosaur. Raisu's head snapped side to side: a crowd, a large one. Mostly women. Raisu's face turned a light shade of pink, not unlike his jacket. He'd not expected this. Awkwardly, he smiled and waved to the ground, as 'his' fans tried to claw at his clothing. What a rude awakening they'd be in for in a few minutes. A twing of guilt formed in his mind. He was about to disappoint all these people at the zenith of their excitement. Perhaps he should have reconsidered, but it was too late now. He'd atone somewhere, sometime else. He had no choice.
But at least Chaz seemed to be enjoying himself. Good, thought Raisu, at least one of us is ejoying themselves. It must be like a dream for him. Hopefully it would stay one and not become a nightmare.
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Chaz
Rising Soul
PL: 20,054; IS(x3); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Lvl 1 Guard(5k PL), Heavy Weights (1/4th PL), Knuckle Blades; Zeni: 2,329
Tag: @ibexe
Posts: 82
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Post by Chaz on Sept 25, 2015 17:06:37 GMT
Chaz and Ibby continued walking down the red carpet. Chaz was taking in all the excitement from the women and throwing it right back at them with poses and smiles and thumbs up. Even Ibby was getting a little into it as well. He waved, smiled, even flickered his tail at the crowd a couple of times. All the while, people were taking flash photography of them. THIS was the life of a rockstar. And it was freakin’ awesome. Obviously the traveling in a car might be old, having to sit in a bus or car of some type for hours and hours on end as they journeyed to their next destination. But, nothing topped the adrenaline rush of stepping out of that car. Hearing the crowd roar your name. Having them claw and fight just to get to you. Just to touch you ONCE. Then with what happened to Chaz moment prior? With all of those women kissing you and the.. the br-..breasts?! It truly was a dream come true.
As they were approaching the steel steps that lead up and into the backstage area, a girl managed to break through the crowd and security guards. She swiftly and tightly gripped Chaz by his bicep, pulling him backwards. She wasn’t like any of the other girls, though. Her hair was a mess. She had dark black circles around her eyes, indicating to a lack of sleep. Her clothes were torn and raggety. Her skin was littered with splotches of dirt and blood. Streams of tears ran down her eyes. She was looking straight into Chaz’s eyes, sobbing like a newborn baby. At that moment, time almost froze. It felt as if her and Chaz were the only ones right there at that time. No bellowing crowd, no Ibby, no Raisu. Just him and her. “Pl-pl.. pl-please don’t go in there..! You have to leave here, now! Please!” She viciously tugged on Chaz’s arm, trying to pull him away from the stage. Chaz managed to pull his arm free, immediately looking back to Ibby and Raisu for confirmation. Ibby wasn’t even paying attention. When Chaz turned his head back to get a glimpse of the girl.. she was gone. It was like it never even happened. He took a glance down at his arm and some oddly colored yellow powder had been left over on his black sleeve.
Chaz shook his head and continued on towards the backstage. Maybe the crowd was getting to him? All the hype, all of the adrenaline. It was making him see things. He just brushed the dust off of his sleeve and continued on. Something wasn’t right about this place, though. Chaz has never seen anything like that before. Why now?
“Chaz-kun, are you ok? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Haha, fame gettin’ to your head? Ya’ see, I told you! I told him, didn’t I?” The little red feline looked back up to Raisu for back up. Chaz waved his hand, trying to throw Ibby off. He didn’t know what the hell just happened, and he didn’t want to talk about it either. “Let-Let’s just get inside…” When Chaz reached the door, he turned back, only to see the same girl standing alone on the red carpet. She was facing their direction. She was just standing there, watching them. Chaz slowly shut the door, staring out the small, square glass window in the door. She didn’t move a muscle.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 25, 2015 17:28:58 GMT
Raisu continued down the carpet, trying his best to ignore those who grabbed at him and called out to him. The attention wasn't meant for him, but rather someone who looked like him. It might be cold of him, but in the long run it was better not to give these people false joy. Personally, he'd be crushed if he found out that someone who was only posing as his idol had given him the time of day. No, it wasn't for him. Even some small, greedy part of Raisu was enjoying the attention.
As they approached the steps, Chaz stopped behind them, as if being held. Raisu sighed and looked back at him. Was he getting cold feet? Raisu wouldn't allow that. This had been his idea after all. If they'd come this far, they were seeing it through. Raisu gestured with his hands, egging him on. But something was wrong. Chaz looked odd, almost shellshocked. A frown broke over Raisu's face. What was wrong now? It didn't look like stage fright, not at all. Something about this place seemed off now, as if there was almost another presence. Stay sharp, he told himself.
As Chaz entered the door, Raisu stepped closer to him, a question ready.
"What's wrong?"
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Chaz
Rising Soul
PL: 20,054; IS(x3); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Lvl 1 Guard(5k PL), Heavy Weights (1/4th PL), Knuckle Blades; Zeni: 2,329
Tag: @ibexe
Posts: 82
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Post by Chaz on Sept 25, 2015 19:18:51 GMT
Chaz pressed his hands tightly against the door handle, pushing against it. He had no idea what the hell was going on. Right now, he just felt a sense of danger. Like Ibby, Raisu and himself were in danger. Obviously, whatever this thing was, it was some type of incorporeal, yet entirely tangible being. It’s like it was there, but not there at the same time. It could appear and disappear in the blink of an eye, evidenced by when Chaz turned back to look at his two buddies and then looked back, she was gone. Again. Chaz brushed his hands over his eyes. He rubbed them instantly, hoping that when he opened them again, the girl would be there. He wanted Raisu and Ibby to see her, so that he could make out that he wasn’t insane. That he wasn’t “Just seeing things”. He turned his head back to Raisu, who was obviously concerned with him. His face was entirely pale white, his eyes more pale than they should be.
“I-I.. I’m alright. Let’s just go do this…!”
They had a concert to perform. He couldn’t keep his mind glued to whatever the hell that was. Maybe the attention did get to his head a little bit, and caused him to hallucinate? Or it could’ve been something in the food he ate at that bar. That’s probably what it was! The same manager-looking fellow from the bar approached them, holding one finger against the headset clasped tightly to his cranium. “You guys are on in three. You need to get back to the makeup room and them out on stage ASAP. We managed to put-off the show for you, so let’s hurry this up.”
Makeup? Oh hell no. Chaz loved all of this. He loved the girls, the adrenaline, everything about it. But putting makeup on him? That was NOT happening. Makeup was for women and women only, at least in his mind. He didn’t care what the hell the circumstances were, makeup did not go on his face ever. If he ever really looked that bad, which he never would, he would just wear a mask. No makeup, ever. Chaz shook his head violently, holding his hands out. “Hell no! No makeup! That’s for chicks, bro! Not me!” The manager shot him a peculiar look, then gestured to the other two. “Fine. You two, come along.” Ibby glanced around before following the man. He was waiting for Raisu to come along, as well. “Don’t get yourself into any trouble, Chaz-kun…”
Chaz approached the curtain, pulling it back ever so slightly with two fingers. The crowd was jumping up and down, screaming their names in chant-like fashions. They were ready for the band to come out. A little bit of guilt washed over him. It closed around his chest, tightening his lungs up. He may have looked like the real deal, but he was far from it. If anyone ever found out, they’d be thrown in jail. They’d get booed off the stage. Chaz has seen TV Shows where bands were booed off stage. People threw their food, their drinks, even their own shoes at them. He was hoping, praying even, that things went smoothly. Hell, this was a chance of a life-time, wasn’t it?
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Sept 25, 2015 20:43:35 GMT
Chaz insisted he was just seeing things. Fair enough, thought Raisu. Everyone reacted to stress in different ways. Perhaps Chaz's way was hallucination. Not the best way to react, but who was Raisu to judge? Raisu was half tempted to ask just what he was seeing, but he'd let it slide for now. No point in pressing him further, especially when time was so scarce and feelings were high.
In a moment, the same man from the tavern was on them. It was time for make up? Raisu grit his teeth. He wasn't fond of that idea, not a bit. Not that the idea of make-up inherently bothered him, it was more so the idea of someone else touching all over his face. It sent shivers down his spine. But for now, he had to keep his cool and his cover. Or at least try to do a better job than Chaz.
He sighed, and resigned himself to his fate.
"Alright, but let's make it quick."
Haste, in this case, would not make waste. And besides, he was almost kind of eager to see what might happen once he takes to the stage. How would people react once they realized they were frauds? Not that Raisu wouldn't milk it for all it was worth. He felt bad, but not that bad. This was just another story to tell later.
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Chaz
Rising Soul
PL: 20,054; IS(x3); Items: One-Use Spacepod, Lvl 1 Guard(5k PL), Heavy Weights (1/4th PL), Knuckle Blades; Zeni: 2,329
Tag: @ibexe
Posts: 82
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Post by Chaz on Sept 25, 2015 22:53:31 GMT
The other two were hurried off to the makeup and dress room. Chaz was left alone backstage. Save for all of the interns and technical guys hustling around to make sure everything was running smoothly. It was extremely quiet. Too quiet. Everyone seemed to be awkwardly quiet. Chaz silently walked around the establishment, peeking around every corner. As much as Chaz wanted to believe there was, nothing was weird about this place. Aside from the silence, everything was kinda normal. People were doing their jobs, the crowd outside was waiting, constantly cheering the band’s names. The person Ibby was supposed to be ‘portraying’ seemed to get the most, or well, loudest cheers out of the trio.
As Chaz turned down a hallway, he could make out a figure in the distance, hiding in the shadows. There was a blown out bulb in the light above, so it constantly flickered. When the light glinted for just a moment, Chaz saw the girl. The girl from earlier. The raggedy, torn up female. Jeez, it was absolutely terrifying. Why was she here again? What did she want? Did she want to hurt Chaz? No, that couldn’t be it. She didn’t try to harm him earlier when she was actually able to get her hands on him. Earlier when she talked in her raspy, smoke-induced voice, it was like a warning. Like she didn’t even want him to come in here in the first place. Chaz froze on the spot, he didn’t know what the hell to do. If his balls hadn’t dropped yet, they were about to. He mustered up all the courage he could and took a step forward, calling out.
“Hey! What the hell do you want?” He continued forward. The girl was dead silent. She just stood there, staring. She didn’t move, she didn’t speak. The only things that moved were her eyes. They were fixed directly on Chaz. Each time he moved, they moved. As Chaz got closer and closer, her head began to jolt around uncontrollably. Her neck moved in ways that would make you think it was snapped in two. No normal human should have been able to move their neck like that, but she did. It was like she was some type of projection. One second her head was near her armpit, then in the blink of an eye, it was cocked to the other side. Chills ran down the young human’s spine, causing him to shake straight down to his bones. “Ar-.. Wh-.. What are you..?”
“Hey! Who’re you talking to? Get back up to the curtain! You’re live in two!” Chaz nearly jumped out of his boots. When he turned his head around, he saw the director. The guy who was overseeing everyone. The one from before. “N-Nothing.. I.. I’ll be there soon.” Chaz was hoping that when he turned around, she wasn’t there. He was right. She vanished, again. Something wasn’t right, and he planned on getting to the bottom of it.
In the dressing room.
“Haha! This is so cool, isn’t it?” Ibby kicked his furry little feet as he sat in one of those fancy shmancy director-like chairs that celebrities always used. Women were lightly dotting his face with a small sponge-like object. He was being treated like a king. “You have to admit, this is so awesome.” The red feline directed his question to Raisu.
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