|
|
Post by swapgo on Oct 10, 2024 0:16:56 GMT
 It's been a quiet tour, that doesn't mean it has been uneventful.
Elias wasn't a big name in the music business. He was big enough to be on this big a stage before, mostly because the show hosts needed some more fresh talent before the headliners showed up. Fate cast its lots and he drew the short stick of technical mayhem, and explosion that blew out the speakers, the show, and his eardrums, for life. Now, his story circulated around the hobby's circles, about how a man, determined to continue, came back from the ashes, a "rock and roll Bethoven", who would share miracles with the crowd, miracles that he himself couldn't hear. Now it took him and his old friends here to Las Vegas, what once drew somber memories of drowning and gambling his sorrows away might beckon a triumphant return to form. Ten thousand or so people might not be his final achievement, but he could always count on onlookers from the nearby streets to add to the headcount.
Everything was quiet, both inside and outside. His showmanship had only gotten bolder since the accident, his biker jacket is decorated with cables and plugs, and while his messy, greasy blond hair grows longer and wilder, he would always part it for the crowd and pridefully show his scars, smiling with perfect teeth and with one good eye, a mix of fortune and intervention that he has long stopped thinking about. The thrum was distant, the pack was hungry, so he nonchallantly brought his guitar forward and let out a howling riff. Now he could feel it, the thrum, the roar of the crowd trying to break his feeble ears down, the music disappeared and that was all that he needed to feel, everything else came naturally. "Now and never, boys", he told his friends, and with little warning, a shredding melody danced within his fingers, the drum and base were but forced to follow suit, any protest familiarly falling to deaf ears, and the show commenced, and the thrum was there for him, and it would be there for him, for as long as he stood. |
|
|
|
Post by Beriadan on Oct 10, 2024 11:37:43 GMT
It was midway through their third song that all hell broke loose.
The crowd were oblivious to the sounds of destruction outside of the arena, the wail of sirens and screams of civilians running for their lives. To them, the music was all encompassing. A few security guards peeled away as something came across the radios, a warning from staff at the front, but this worry didn't spread to the crowd, enraptured by Elias's powerful melodies.
Then it happened. It could have been a bomb at first notice, as the left hand wall facing the stage suddenly exploded in a shower of dust and huge chunks of debris, scattering into the panicked crowd. Something fast had entered, carved a channel through the unlucky people and the floor, the foundation of the arena, and plowed through the other side, collapsing that wall as well.
It was carnage, utter chaos. People running, screaming, injured and dead mixed together in the rubble and mess.
A figure stepped through the dust cloud. A large, imposing lion-like man, with a feline head and focused eyes. A huge mace was resting on one shoulder, and as he stepped onto a large shard of concrete that put him above the fleeing people, he thumped his chest with his free hand, as big as the torso of a normal person.
"Pathetic! I was hunting for a true warrior, someone mighty enough to give me a worthy fight! Is there no-one else that has the strength and courage to stand up to the mighty Battle Beast?"
|
|
|
|
Post by KittsMitts on Oct 10, 2024 18:22:34 GMT
Things were heating up in Sin City, and not even for the usual debauchery. Those close enough to avoid the carnage, and those in the direct path, would have trouble seeing the projectile as the stage lights refracted off of metallic sheen. Approximately 5'7" of golden light shot through the flimsy wall of the venue and not so flimsy wall of previously enraptured attendees. Swift and brutal as a cannonball, the lucky ones in their path were still going to come away with blunt force trauma. The less lucky, well... Blood and debris blocked the light the further they went. It is another moment after Battle Beast makes his entrance that the other source of this chaos revealed themselves. "Always been more of a dog person..."A gold-covered woman peeled herself out of the her-shaped hole in the ground. Red blood and dirt fell off of her smooth as water off a duck's back, but not quickly enough to disguise the gruesome sight. She stood slowly and cracked her neck. For all the carnage around her, there wasn't so much as a scratch on her. The only sign of wear and tear was the pissed expression on her face and hair uncharacteristically out of place. With a distinctly Texan drawl, she had the kind of voice that carried across a room without a hint of strain. "Loyal things. My second ex-husband got 'em in the divorce, but they tried to chomp his bits off the moment they heard Mama call for 'em. I ain't afraid 'a neutering you just the same."
Goldrush looked around at the destruction and chaos, even a grimace looking practiced and pretty on the Southern Belle's face. Her eyes lingered on the stage for a moment, but then she moved her full attention back to the threat in front of her. She dropped into a stance befitting a boxer and the turn of her brow and scowl turned her face fierce. "Now. Stop yowlin and cmere, you overgrown housecat." |
|
|
|
Post by swapgo on Oct 10, 2024 22:03:07 GMT
The thrum died out abruptly for some reason, the drum and bass did so well, but Elias gracefully stopped his part with an almost expressive riff.
He took a few steps forward and placed his hand on his forehead to cover himself from the spotlights, his good eye was still pretty good, and what seemed to happen was that two superpowered freaks crashlanded into his show, killing the vibe and maybe some bystanders, that sounded gruesome, and also somewhat metal, it's a good thing he didn't voice it out loud because his bandmates were already panicking, with the drummer tripping backwards on the floor. The crowd was scattering towards the street in panic, the thrum was discordant and distant, fuckin' hell. Well, it might not be his party for the moment, but it doesn't mean he can't play in it. He couldn't hear a damn thing ever, let alone for this distance, but he had a good read on the heel-face vibes.
"Give it up for the auric lady!!!!!", Elias announced before letting loose a high pitched strum, breaking down into a completely improvised solo. The thrum was slowly, but steadly coming back. The trauma overcame the closest bystanders to the crash landing and they flooded towards the street, but most of the more fortunate onlookers now turned their heads towards the bout and gave Goldrush some space to not worry about becoming a hazard. The bass was already off the stage and making his way out, but the drums reluctantly gave a steady beat to Elias' maniacal shredding, having missed his first instinct to flee. The thrum was coming back, slowly but steadily, cheers are cheers, after all, and the good guys win.
|
|
|
|
Post by Beriadan on Oct 11, 2024 11:13:49 GMT
Battle Beast grinned, rows of sharp fangs revealing themselves as his golden opponent rose to their feet. He leapt from his perch, landing with a crash on the floor below.
"Battle Beast is pleased you are still able to stand! You lasted far longer than others of your ilk. Your words are meaningless to me, human, but your resolve spurs me on!"
He tilted his head back, releasing a guttural roar that shook the stadium beneath their feet. It coincided nicely with Elias' riff, and the galactic warrior shot the man a look after his uluation ceased.
"A fine war song for this fight! Battle Beast will see how mighty your metal body is, Golden Woman!"
Battle Beast thumped his chest again, before he surged towards her. As he descended, Battle Beast grasped his mace with both hands, swinging it around in a powerful arc. Her head was the target. He wanted to see if he could knock it clean off.
|
|
|
|
Post by KittsMitts on Oct 28, 2024 0:22:06 GMT
Perhaps to her credit, Goldrush didn't let what concern she did feel for the onlookers who decided not to leave break her focus. Something about the music seemed to be giving things more strength than usual, if the lessening screams and her now amped-up opponent were anything to go by. But she trusted her powers - they were the the best money could buy, and she was more than some pretty penny.
"Name's Goldrush, sweetpeas. Music man, you just keep sendin' those soundwaves in my direction."The light caught her body and appeared to ripple across the gold on her skin as she launched forward to meet her opponent head-on. She didn't care if either of them could hear her, but she'd be damned if she didn't make sure anyone in earshot knew her branding. To her credit, she met the swing with both arms up to catch the mace as it came towards her face, She did, though the force of the swing and her resistance cracked the earth beneath her, and she had to use the momentum to divert its path and throw her body the opposite direction. She came up with a cry of strain at the effort, and labored breathing. The mace appeared to have chipped away at the gold for a moment, but the loose particles swiftly adhered themselves to her again.
Winded and joints weary, she ran on pure adrenaline to launch herself off of the ground (forming another cracked footprint left by the force of her jump). She tried to leap like a gymnast onto Battle Beast's back, aiming to use fistfuls of the furball to keep herself up and give herself enough of an anchor while out of his sight to get some kind of advantage.
|
|
|
|
Post by Beriadan on Nov 8, 2024 20:10:30 GMT
Battle Beast roared as Goldrush swung herself onto his back, pulling hard on his fur and stopping him from fully swinging around. He took a few heavy steps backwards, trying to claw at the golden woman to no avail. His huge paws, now weighed down by both him and the hero, caused fissures in the stadium floor.
Battle Beast let out another mighty roar, from the depths of his belly, which shook the walls and for a moment drowned out the music. He used the weight of Goldrush to hurl himself backwards, aiming to crush her between him and a huge slab of concrete behind him. Eyes wide, teeth bared, Battle Beast was showing off just how much of a wild animal and powerful warrior he truly was.
|
|
