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[onehundredbeers]

[It doesn't take long for Nathan to figure out his new powers. I mean, it's Nathan. He has thoughts like "man I totally want x or y" often. And you know, bam, it suddenly happened. So after realising that, he focuses for a moment.

And manifests a double headed battle axe. He's going to end up with so many battle axes eventually. He smirks and looks over at Toki.]

Did you see that? I totally, uh. Made... an axe appear. From nothing. [A beat.] Yeah.

Where dids that comes from? I wants to does that too! I wants a mountains! Um, a mountains of... I dunno, a mountains whats you can skiis on or somethings.

[BAM. A mountain with its own ski lift appears, though in a place that doesn't squish anything that was there previously. Toki stares. He's just realized he got godlike fucking powers too and Skwisgaar has nothing. NOTHING. He could have all the ladies in the world that he wanted. He could be the fastest and bestest guitar player there ever was.

He could be lead guitar...

He hiccups a little out of crazy excitement.] Nathans! Looks at that! We can dos aaanythings!

[Nathan stares agape for a moment at the sudden fucking mountain that's there. It wasn't there a minute ago. Toki just made a mountain from nothing. He made a mountain from nothing, that totally beats the fuck out of an axe.

A smile plays at the corner of his mouth.

Can do anything, huh?

Blood begins to rise up from the floor. It drips from any nearby wall, any object, as if everything was filled with it and it just began to ooze from every pore.

Yes. They can.]

Motherfucker.

[He's a bit short of words for now, but he's certain Toki has enough words for the both of them while he collects himself. It's not every day you wake up able to do this, you know?]

((Just for everyone's reference? That blood. Everywhere. Not just Nathan's vicinity. EVERYWHERE. Also why is this getting posted at midnight? ...Because. And because I have to leave in the morning baw. BUT. I'll be here until I go and Saffy'll be here 4ev, and she'll update on anything the boys, uh. Continue to do.))

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[grampasguitars]

[He takes in the sight of THINGS BLEEDING with a growing sense of childish excitement.]

We ams gods! Gods of metals! I mean, we ams real popular but we can'ts like makes a giant Slurpee machines outs of nowheres. We would has to go out an' gets it, but now we don't even has to do that!

[An excitement that slowly gives way to... something darker. He stares at Nathan.]

I wants to be lead guitars. [Fuck ant hill guitars. HE WANTS SOMETHING HE CAN REALLY STAND ON.] I wants a guitars thats ams full of space! [He reaches out and summons a see-through Flying V. Indeed, there is space inside of it. But it also just might be see through and all those stars and stuff is just the Astral Plane.]

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan picks up on that darkness, but he's patient.]

Toki, we've been over this before. You can't be lead guitar. Skwisgaar isn't dead yet. And is still in the band.

[He flings the axe away with little care.]

And you know that's like, one of the band laws. Skwisgaar is lead guitar until, you know, he's not.

[grampasguitars]

[... Madness? Now he's just disappointment and the resentment usually directed at Skwisgaar. If Nathan wasn't here to reel him in, things would be very bad indeed.]

Welp... I don' sees any Skwisgaar. He can't comes to space an' be a gods with us. He ams reals lame sometimes. Maybe we should kicks him out, you know. Gets someone who ams a reals pal, someone who cans be a god. But nots betters than us.

[onehundredbeers]

We're not kicking him out of the band.

[Nathan decides, clearly, he must look the part, and manifests a suit of armor on himself because armor is cool.]

I mean, okay, say we did get rid of him and you were lead guitar. Who the fuck would play rhythm? Where are we going to find somebody as good as either you or Skwisgaar, huh? Can't do it.

[grampasguitars]

Not even fors like, a week?

[Wow, some nice t9 you got there, Nathan.]

I dunno... Maybes ones of the guys from Thunderhorse can comes in. Before we brokes them up, I mean.

[Nathan has a good point though. :|a]

[onehundredbeers]

[He is sporting the WWF belt buckles of Wrath, man.]

No. I don't like those guys. I'm sorry, Toki, but it's not going to work. [He pauses.] I thought you got back together with them anyway. You know, after they did their whole Serpents and Containers shit.

[grampasguitars]

I did gets them backs together an' you know, they ams not bads guys. Not as cool as us maybe, but not bads guys...

[Whine whine whine.]

... Fine. I will accepts this but only because you ams my pals, Nathans. I ams concerns about whats could happen ifs I ams not here to watches you.

[onehundredbeers]

Hey, I said we wouldn't kill them until after we died. That's totally giving them like, the 'I don't like you but I'll tolerate you' stamp of approval.

[He crosses his arms clankily. Clank clank.]

I mean, I'm pretty sure the like, three other tribute bands out there are going to be killed while we're dying, sooooooo...

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[The Master watches this display as he makes his way over, leaving footprints in the blood as he comes closer to them. He isn't disturbed by it in the least.]

Redecorating, are we? [grins]

[grampasguitars]

[Toki doesn't know you, but that doesn't matter. He's feeling pretty awesome aside from NOT BEING LEAD GUITARIST.]

Yeah, we ams redecorating. An' it's free! Last times renmaovayskshons costs too much but nots anymores. It's totally metals, havin's bloods everywheres.

[punkblaze]

[Blood. Blood absolutely everywhere. The second he sees it, Eithan freezes, eyes wide. He's barely even got the presence of mind to remember to breathe.

Goddess. It's like everything he bottled away is pooling around him along with the thick, sticky, red liquid. There's no escaping it, either - wherever he turns to look, there it is, flooding every inch of the Plane. Nothing's left sacred.

He closes his eyes tightly, clenches both fists at his sides, and grits his teeth just so he won't fucking scream. And this is how Eithan freaks out: trying to keep it in, but he's essentially just dynamite waiting to blow.]

[best-served-hot.livejournal.com]

[That is fine. They can bond over destruction.]

What else do you plan to do with the place? [He is interested to see what he is capable of.]

[collector]

[We all know that Irving Braxiatel is not one to be deterred by sudden skilifts or unhealthy fondness for pooling blood. Or indeed by his friends becoming suddenly god-like in their abilities.]

Must I really attribute the mess to you, boys?

[Space Charles is still Space Charles, kids.]

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan is wearing his armor by now. He's going to wear it forever now.]

Fuck yeah we are, motherfucker! Blood makes everything cooler. If shit sucks, you know. Throw blood and meat on it. Bam. Instantly tolerable.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan just stares for a minute. Oh hey it's that guy he told to make his staff into a pointy stick! Nathan stomps over, a loud clanky dude in black armor.]

Hey, man. Loosen up. You look like a fucking slight breeze'll snap you in two, you're that fucking stiff.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan grins at Brax.]

You can attribute it to me. Unless you're counting the mountain. But, uh, the mountain isn't really 'a mess'. It's a fucking mountain. Those... are kind of only messy if there's an avalanche or a rockslide and, uh, it looks pretty much in one piece.

YOU ARE BACK!!!

[collector]

I don't doubt you could create an avalanche if you were so inclined.

YES.

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah, but I'm not going to fuck with Toki's mountain. Toki's already doing his fucking powermad freak act, so, you know. Just don't fuck with the mountain. Don't even look at it. Just. You know. Pretend it's not there.

[collector]

[Braxiatel frowns slightly.] Should I be wary? [Didn't he hear something about Florida...]

[onehundredbeers]

Probably. I mean, I'll be keeping an eye on him. And, you know, he likes you. So I don't think he's going to order you to leap out a skyscraper window for his amusement.

[collector]

[Braxiatel sort of... pinches the bridge of his nose.] I see. I think, if I had god-like powers at the moment, I would be inclined to use it to get more drinks. [You kids.]

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan inclines his pal by waving his hand. Whatever Brax wants pretty much appears. You'll have to catch it, though, Brax.]

Oh, hey. Hey. I'm gonna see something. You know how you get all 'oh Nathan I hallucinate in your presence off and on and see you with red eyes because I'm that much of an alcoholic'?

[He closes his eyes and reopens them. Of course, now they're pure red and glowing.]

Yeah, this time you aren't fucking hallucinating due to being drunk off your ass. I'm totally doing this on purpose. I think. I mean, I can't fucking see my eyes so, uh, maybe nothing's happening. BUT IF IT IS. This time. It's actually happening.

[collector]

[Braxiatel catches with SKILL and GRACE. Though he does raise his eyebrows at the Glowing Red Eyes. (And ignores the comment about his drunkenness.)]

Yes, it is actually happening. Rather impressive that your vision isn't impaired.

[onehundredbeers]

Oh no, it totally isn't! It isn't even like in movies, where if this happened, everything would be shades of red or black. So, uh, movies were wrong about that sort of thing.

[punkblaze]

[He starts when Nathan clangs his way over, but relaxes just a bit when he sees who it is. Still, the presence of all this blood keeps him from calming down completely.]

H-Hey, man. Uh. Y-Yeah. It's just... [He can't help it - he looks down at it. As pale as Eithan usually is? Yeah, now it's a little bit worse.] This, uh... I don't know what the fuck happened.