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fandomtownies2010-07-02 06:44 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Friday
When he unlocked the gates this morning, Marcus was greeted by the sweet sound of music. He looked up in confusion to see a pair of violins floating about the junkyard, bows sliding across strings as they apparently played themselves.
Marcus grimaced and ran a hand over his head, not exactly thrilled to be faced with yet more island weirdness. The violins, however, were apparently glad to see him, swooping over to swirl around him while they played a joyous tune.
"Shut up." It had absolutely no impact; if anything, the music got louder. It was starting to give him a headache. Marcus eyed the crowbar which was leaning against the shed and then the violins. Simple solutions were always the best. They continued to circle him as he strode forward to grab the crowbar, then cowered back as he hefted it, playing a sad and frightened tune.
Marcus hesitated.
Which was precisely when a tiny devil appeared on his left shoulder and a tiny angel on his right. The violins segued into a confused, burbling melody.
"Go ahead and do it," the devil urged. "Smash them to pieces and shut them up for good."
"Don't listen to him," the angel retorted, leaning backwards to glare at the devil. "They're only trying to brighten your day with some soothing music."
"Marcus doesn't want to be soothed! And he hates this music."
"Only because he's never really listened to it before."
"What would you know? How many musicians do you guys have, anyway? One? Two? You wouldn't know good music if it bit you on the keister."
Marcus put two fingers in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle, shutting them up. "What the hell is going on?"
The devil smirked. "What do you think?"
He looked at the devil, who was still smirking, and then at the angel, who gave him a beatific and encouraging smile. "You're kidding."
"I'm here to help you do the right thing."
"And I'm here to show you how to have fun, starting with smashing those things to pieces."
"They're trying to do good!"
"But their music sucks!" The devil stuck his fingers in his ears and gave an exaggerated wince. "Just smash them and shut them up."
"Don't listen to him." The angel crossed his arms, looking mulish. "And anyway, It wouldn't work. You'd just end up with more of them." Marcus raised an eyebrow in question. "Well, you know what they say: violins begets violins."
Both Marcus and the devil stared at the angel who stared back, perhaps a tad defensively. "What?"
"And I'm supposed to be the evil one," the devil muttered.
Marcus found himself fighting the entirely unfamiliar urge to facepalm. "Right. You," he pointed the crowbar at the violins, "play quieter." They complied. "And you," he said to the devil and the angel, hefting his crowbar, "get lost or I'll use this on you."
They glanced at each other. "No can do," the devil said, lounging back on Marcus' shoulder. "You're stuck with us."
The angel nodded primly in agreement and tucked his hands into his sleeves.
Marcus nearly sighed. "Of course I am."
[IDEK, but the junkyard is open and melodious. There is OCD since I'm AFK most of the day, so please mod your junkyard and your music if you want to avoid SP.]
Marcus grimaced and ran a hand over his head, not exactly thrilled to be faced with yet more island weirdness. The violins, however, were apparently glad to see him, swooping over to swirl around him while they played a joyous tune.
"Shut up." It had absolutely no impact; if anything, the music got louder. It was starting to give him a headache. Marcus eyed the crowbar which was leaning against the shed and then the violins. Simple solutions were always the best. They continued to circle him as he strode forward to grab the crowbar, then cowered back as he hefted it, playing a sad and frightened tune.
Marcus hesitated.
Which was precisely when a tiny devil appeared on his left shoulder and a tiny angel on his right. The violins segued into a confused, burbling melody.
"Go ahead and do it," the devil urged. "Smash them to pieces and shut them up for good."
"Don't listen to him," the angel retorted, leaning backwards to glare at the devil. "They're only trying to brighten your day with some soothing music."
"Marcus doesn't want to be soothed! And he hates this music."
"Only because he's never really listened to it before."
"What would you know? How many musicians do you guys have, anyway? One? Two? You wouldn't know good music if it bit you on the keister."
Marcus put two fingers in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle, shutting them up. "What the hell is going on?"
The devil smirked. "What do you think?"
He looked at the devil, who was still smirking, and then at the angel, who gave him a beatific and encouraging smile. "You're kidding."
"I'm here to help you do the right thing."
"And I'm here to show you how to have fun, starting with smashing those things to pieces."
"They're trying to do good!"
"But their music sucks!" The devil stuck his fingers in his ears and gave an exaggerated wince. "Just smash them and shut them up."
"Don't listen to him." The angel crossed his arms, looking mulish. "And anyway, It wouldn't work. You'd just end up with more of them." Marcus raised an eyebrow in question. "Well, you know what they say: violins begets violins."
Both Marcus and the devil stared at the angel who stared back, perhaps a tad defensively. "What?"
"And I'm supposed to be the evil one," the devil muttered.
Marcus found himself fighting the entirely unfamiliar urge to facepalm. "Right. You," he pointed the crowbar at the violins, "play quieter." They complied. "And you," he said to the devil and the angel, hefting his crowbar, "get lost or I'll use this on you."
They glanced at each other. "No can do," the devil said, lounging back on Marcus' shoulder. "You're stuck with us."
The angel nodded primly in agreement and tucked his hands into his sleeves.
Marcus nearly sighed. "Of course I am."
[IDEK, but the junkyard is open and melodious. There is OCD since I'm AFK most of the day, so please mod your junkyard and your music if you want to avoid SP.]
Talk to Marcus
Not that you can see his little friends. Or hear them.
Which might make things a bit confusing.
Around the junk yard
The junk has no little friends, though. At least none that it's admitting.
OOC
...and I tried so hard to work a saxophone into this. Cause there's nothing a devil likes more than a bit of sax and violins.