Krike grinned. "Okay, never mind..." He said of the bet. He rolled the dye in his left hand. Maybe such a bet would be really unwise, but he had confidence in himself and the skills that he was taught to him by his teacher. Blues was something he liked to play in the comfort of solitude and the easiest way to get his point across. He was once told, "If you can play Blues, then Rock 'n' Roll would be no problem to you at all." Grunting softly as he got up to his feet, he rolled his head and cracked his neck. "Might as well put this on now." He said, rubbing one shoulder with his free hand. "Can you tell me where the can is?" He was almost eager to leave the apartment to take in his usual dose of night-clubbing.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>d i s f i g u r a t i o n</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Musa shrugged again when he said to nevermind the bet and the ttwo sat in a semi-uncomfortable, at least for her, silence. When he inquired as to the whereabouts of the bathroom she turned and pointed to a hallway behind them. <span style='color:red'>"Just down that way, third door on the left and go through the bedroom, it's sort of off to the right,"</span> she said. She had ripped out the master bathroom as soon as her lease had been moved out and she officially owned the apartment and converted it into a miniature version of her studio in the Black Market, outfitted with all the amenities one could possibly want for a sterile tattoo and piercing parlor.</div></td></tr></table></div>
Krike processed the information in his head. Whenever something like 'down the hall, down another hall and then another, can't miss it' sort of thing went through it, his mind would melt. What Musa just said nearly had the same effect, minus all the halls and the 'can't miss it'. He nodded. "Alright, time to try this dye out." He said and went on his way down the hall. To his surprise, he quickly found it. He peered into the mirror and began dabbing on the dye with his fingers. It took him no more than three minutes to completely cover his face with an even coat that matched the 'mask' he was born with. He didn't even look like who he really was. Smiling, he exited the bathroom and went back down the hall. "Well, how do I look?" He said, spanning his arms as if to show off a new style of clothing.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>d i s f i g u r a t i o n</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">While Krike was applying the dye, Musa went back into the kitchen and rooted around for something to eat, eventually settling on a healthy sized piece of pumpkin pie. She was sitting at the counter when he came out and made a production of showing off the dye. She covered her mouth and laughed. <span style='color:red'>"Wonderful, but why do you use the dye? No offense or anything, but you're more attractive without it.</span> she said, eating another fork-full of pie. <span style='color:red'>"Can I interest you in something to eat? Whole bunch of stuff in the fridge, nothing in cans unfortunately so if you're into that, you're out of luck,"</span> she said, pausing for a moment. <span style='color:red'>"But you've probably got somewhere to go, yeah? Busy life of the rich and famous?</span></div></td></tr></table></div>
Savage chuckled. "Thanks and all, but I just got to go out and get some fresh air some of the times. I kinda get a lack when I'm crowded." Solely referring to the fact that some 'dragons swarm at he sight of him, it was always best for him to blend in with the crowd by dyeing his face. "I'll stay for a little bit if you got some good sweets, but otherwise, I think I really should be going out. You're welcome to follow as long as you don't draw any attention to me." Krike shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "Just going to go clubbing, staying sober, and having one sleepless night for the forth time in a row before leaving Ajita on a video trip near the Uhia Desert. Heh... Psycho manager." Krike never really liked the desert. He had once gotten close to the Tmu desert that nearly gotten bitten by one of the deadly snakes that lived there. It was a pretty close call, thanks to a pair of pants he rarely wore at all that was forced upon him because of the heat, the fangs of the snake were only a hair away from his shin.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>d i s f i g u r a t i o n</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">From her seat Musa pointed at the fridge with her fork. <span style='color:red'>"Well, you're open to anything that's in the fridge or freezer, I made the pie yesterday, the cinnamon rolls this morning, and there should be ice cream in the freezer, I think it's coffee flavored. Also next to the fridge in that jar, are sugar cookies,"</span> she said, smirking a bit, she'd always had a bit of a weakness for sweets, and it had only seemed to get worse after she went through the withdrawal. <span style='color:red'>"Busy schedule, at least you're staying sober, can imagine the desert would be a pretty scary place if you're hungover, or still high,"</span> she said knowingly, having gone into the desert while on drugs, to go get more drugs, she knew for a fact the desert was definitely not a friendly place to be indisposed in. <span style='color:red'>"Which club?"</span> she asked after a few minutes of thinking, she didn't really like large amounts of people in close proximity to one another, but some clubs were alright, and some in the area, particularly the one closest to the flat, (was it Perspective or Pakagseym? she didn't know anymore) made her uncomfortable.</div></td></tr></table></div>
Krike made a gradual beeline for the jar at the mention of sugar cookies. "I'll just help myself to a cookie or two... Or three." He said before laying his hands on the jar. He plucked four cookies from the jar, and, one-by-one, vanished into his mouth. "Yeah, can't play right when I'm drunk. Did it once when I tried to cover some song and it came out totally different. Crowd loved it, supposedly as my band-mates tell me, but I couldn't remember what I played. So I don't drink at all now, staying clean." He leaned on a wall and wolfed down another cookie. "I came up with the idea that the desert hates me. I nearly got bit by a snake once and I have the bite mark in my pants to prove it!" He lifted his leg to his chest and grabbed the end of his pant leg to show two holes in it.. "See?" He lowered his leg back down to the ground. He ate another cookie. "I got a few friends down by a club only five block from here. I get free drinks for being a pal and a regular"
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>d i s f i g u r a t i o n</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Musa smiled as Krike went straight for the cookies, she'd have pinned him for a chips and beer sort. She nodded when he told the story of the time he couldn't play. <span style='color:red'>"Heh, yeah, had a bit of... an experience, i guess... when I was in my late teens, early twenties, don't touch anything mind or mood altering anymore,"</span> she said, frowning slightly, but the expressions quickly passed as she laughed at Krike's show of the marks left in his pant leg from being bitten. <span style='color:red'>"haha, so it's really alright if i tag along, wouldn't want to be a drag or anything,"</span> she said, brushing past him in the narrow corridor that made up the kitchen on her way to the sink so she could wash the plate and put it back.</div></td></tr></table></div>
Krike grabbed another suger cookie from the jar and stuffed it in his mouth. "These are good." He mumbled with his mouth full. He swallowed them and exhaled. "Lived the 'free' life, eh? I never really had time for that myself, nor did I really have much cash before my deal." He took a quick peek into the cookie jar to see how many were left to eat. To his surprise, there were less than ten left by his count, compared to the dozen or so he ate. "You don't have to come if you don't want to. It would be fun if you did come." He shrugged. "I passed out the last time I went alone. It's a bit hazy to recall, but I don't like waking up around noon with a headache and no one around."
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>d i s f i g u r a t i o n</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Musa gave a small 'snrk' noise when he mentioned waking up at noon with no one around. She scooted past him once more and started down the hall. <span style='color:red'>"I'm just going to change, then we can go, yeah?"</span> she said, walking into her room. She stood in front of the closet and looked at her options, she kept her ragged jeans but changed her shirt for something black and low-backed that showed off the tattoo. She quickly threw her hair up in a messy bun and shoved some earrings in then reappeared in the main room. <span style='color:red'>"All set,"</span> she said, sticking her tongue out at him and winking.</div></td></tr></table></div>
Krike nodded when she said she would go change. When she left the room, he paced about a bit, stole another two sugar cookies, and sat on the couch. After five seconds, at most, he got back up and got another cookie. When she came back into the room, he was licking the sides of his lips for any remains of the cookies. He took a good look at her. From his point of view, he saw her inked flesh along her back. "Nice tat you got there." He said casually. He walked towards the door and stopped. "The place is called 'Cooper's'. Ever been there?" He asked.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>d i s f i g u r a t i o n</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">Musa smirked as Krike tried to get rid of the last remnants of sugar cookie that were around his mouth, then walked ahead of him to grab her key and some khasi off the small table near the door. She put these in her pockets and put on a pair of shoes. <span style='color:red'>"Heh, thanks, I designed it when I was in high school, had a friend of mine ink it for me just before I graduated, the thing took months to heal,"</span> she said, sticking her tongue out distastefully. She'd had to get the tattoo done in sections just because it was so large. When he mentioned the name of the club, Musa shook her head. <span style='color:red'>"Nope, can't say I've heard of it, sounds more like a pub though,"</span> she added the last almost as an afterthought, grinning. Standing up, she opened the door, and held a hand forward, escorting Krike through, being that she'd never heard of Cooper's, he was going to have to lead the way.</div></td></tr></table></div>
"Hey!" He said casually. "Gotta suffer for your art, right?" Or at least that's how he thought the saying went. He had trouble remembering things that would sound good for the moment. "It is a pub, kinda." He started. "There's a door in the back that goes into a huge dance floor and a stage, perfect as a club or a gig. Went there once, don't know what they're doing tonight." OOC: Sorry for the wait. Things came up. Same goes for the short post.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>d i s f i g u r a t i o n</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify">She had started walking down the hall to the stairs as Krike described the club, nodding at his remark about suffering for one's art. As he went on she frowned a bit. <span style='color:red'>"I'm not much for dancing, not a big fan of all those people around me,"</span> she said, embarassed at her own weakness. Musa waved at the guard at the desk on their way out, mindful of the still-sleeping harok in the door this time as the cool Tessera air came in through the silent automatic doors. She stood on the curb and turned around, waiting for Krike. <span style='color:red'>"Hey wait, is Cooper's that place that used to be a really dingy dinner-bar sort of place that was redone last year?"</span> she asked, now that she thought about it the name was awfully familiar.</div></td></tr></table></div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Hey, don't worry about it =)</td></tr></table>
You get used to it after a while, I guess. I used to be a huge pansy before my first show. I was so tense I couldn't move my legs for the next ten days!" He joked. Krike nearly stepped on the harok, nearly, not even so much as an inch from stepping on it's face by accident. He really wasn't watching were he was going, didn't really much care in his general situation, which he kept held back in his mind for the time being. Regarding what Musa said about Cooper's, he nodded. "Yep. Nice place now." He began to walk towards the general location of the joint, further away from the studio, where he believed his bandmates to still be, the better for him.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=450><div align="right"><span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:red'>d i s f i g u r a t i o n</span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td width=450><div align="justify"><span style='color:red'>"I don't know about that, I've had a general aversion to large crowds of 'dragons and 'dragons touching me for oh, almost 10 years now?"</span> she said, crossing her arms in front of her and looking up at the darkening sky as she started in the very general direction of where Krike was going, following him more than anything, she honestly couldn't remember anything other than the diner Cooper's had been a couple years ago. <span style='color:red'>"So wait, how've they changed it? Is it still a legit diner during the day, because they had some awesome burgers,"</span> she remarked.</div></td></tr></table></div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry this is so late >_></td></tr></table>
OOC: And I'm taking a short break from Okami to write this. I'm bloody addicted. Krike smirked. "Well, I guess that would do something. You got a whole other set of things to worry about than I do." Krike kept moving, his eyes searching for the sign of the diner/club. He eventually spotted the buiding, crammed in between to larger buildings. It didn't look like much width-wise, but length made up for space. "Here it is!" He exclaimed. He stood right in front of the door, waiting for to come forward. "Well, we'll see if they're still making those burgers." He opened the door, slightly, even wider as Musa came closer. Edit OOC: Back from Okami! I really thought I changed this, probably forgetting to hit submit! Silly me! Anyways, not much had been added on.
