Karaoke Masters Deluxe Edition (Open to all)

[Satanfoot Blocker]

Satanfoot waddled into the bar. People turned at the sound of his over exasperated breathing. Yes, thier stares let him know that though he had never been to this town before; though he had never stept foot in this bar, they knew he came to rock! He slowly made his way to the DJ. The walk took a long time, not only because he was unable to walk much faster than this, as he took in the wondering eyes of the croud. He leaned in, and told the DJ his selection before walking back across the room to the old dusty bar.

"Give me a Tequila Rose, make it a double." He said in his most manly voice. The awe on the bartenders face was apparent. Yes, Satanfoot blocker was like a hero to the people of this bar. This town needed someone like him, and he was happy to oblige. The bartender was a slender young thing, with dark brown hair reaching nearly to her bottom. She must have been from the islands, her body'd been kissed by the sun. The smell of coconut replaced the smell of the bar, and he wasn't sure if it was her or the rum. Oh wait, he was drinking Tequila rose, must be the bartender.

Satanfoot looked to the small stage, and watched the performance. Two Dwarven women sang "Dontch" with lots of heart, and lots of sour notes. Thier attempt at the performance was enjoyable, but far from his level. Oh yes, Satanfoot blocker would show these people what Karaoke was truly about. As the girls finished tiher song, they bowed gracelessly and handed the mic's back to the DJ.

"Up next, we have Satanfoot Blocker. It's Satanfoot's first time singing with us tonight so everyone give him a hand."

Satanfoot walked with determination towards the stage. He grabbed the mic and bowed his head to wait for the opening notes. The music started, and he was off....

"All the single ladies, All the single ladies, OH OH OH OH OH OH OH, OH OH OH OH OH OH OH. If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it, if you liked it...."

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen sniffed the bar air like something sour had just entered his nostrils. He took a few more wafts just to let it sink into his olfactory and he wrenched as he shot straight up knocking the two women who had been leaning on him over. He sniffed the air some more like a caged animal and his lips pursed into a disgusted snarl. He wretched a little in the back of his throat and he began to grab things around him as he quickly sniffed them to see where the hell this horrid stench came from.

Was it the End Times in his hand he had been drinking? He sniffed it twice, took a strong blink as he pushed it away. No, that had it’s own kick to it. He grabbed the edges of his coat and sniffed. No, that wasn’t it, but he did need to wash it he concluded.

He bent low and offered his hands to the woman he was smooth talking. They grinned taking his hand and he pulled them up leaning into each and sniffing them like a dog. Aside from outrageous amounts of perfume they were clean from this abomination of a smell.

He stood up and looked around the bar, his corner booth shielding him from most of the outside noise so he could operate on the women behind him. He sniffed again and nearly vomited. At last he found the source. It was some ugly fat bozo who was singing without shame in the air. Accompanying his disgusting lyrics was a dance akin to a beached whale in heat. He rolled his shoulders, he seductively winked to the crowd of fan girls who swayed with him. A rush of single women flocked to him, dancing in step as Jensen’s eyes widened as he became fully aware of what he was smelling.

It was the stench of shamelessness! A rancid odor mixed by all the women in the bar who were single and a fat conductor who preyed upon them. Jensen couldn’t understand it and he was thankful the other men in the bar agreed with his confused looks. He looked back to see his concubines run towards the dance floor holding each others hands as they each stuck their tongues out to the immortal before dancing in the forming conga line.

The knight moved towards the bartender and he thumbed the stage.

“How many are next?” Jensen asked.

“After this performance?” she tilted her head down to him like he was insane for even asking. “Nobody. Who the hell can follow that up?” Jensen let his grin widen.

“I can,” he leaned in forwards and wrote the name of the song he wanted to sing on a piece of paper. The bartender gave him a wary lance before she passed the note along to the master of ceremonies. Jensen waited until the song was over before he took his spot on the stage in the wings. He watched Satansfoot walk away as the throng of women all shouted his name.

“Coming up next,” the announcer stated. “Is Jensen Ambrose. He’s another virgin to this singing bar, so let’s all make him feel welcome!” He clapped for the immortal as he took center stage and the people in the audience all applauded as he took the mic and looked down to his feet in prayer.

His heart beat in anticipation, his face felt sweaty as the thousands of eyes looked to him. When the music hit he let the emotions and the passion of the song writer’s intent pour forth from him and then looking up with quick motions he began to sing,

“There’s only two types of people in the world,” he tipped down and winked to a woman who instantly knew the song and squealed. “The one’s that entertain and the one’s that…observe,” he feigned fainting as he swooned back on his heels before he twirled back to the audience thrusting his hips. “Well baby I’m a 'put on show' kinda girl. Don’t like the back seat; gotta be first!” he winked to the audience. “I’m like the ring leader, I call the shots. I’m like a fire cracker, I make it hot when I put on a show.”

He let his soul move in time with the beat, letting the music pick up within him as his feet moved like they had a life of their own.

“Feel the adrenaline movin my veins… Spotlight… on me and I’m ready to break. I’m like a performer, the dance floor is my stage. Better be ready, hope that you feel the same!”

Jensen dove forward, splitting before the crowd letting the light wash over him as he moved back to a vertical base slowly without even bothering to use his hands.

“All eye’s on me in the center of the ring just like a circusss…”

[Kupo!]

The heir to the Toy Maker’s legacy sat upon his padded throne in the back of the bar. He rubbed his temples as heard the grating singing voices of the two men before him and he had had enough. Looking over to his most loyal toy dolls he nodded as he removed his bowler hat.

A red pom pom rose to the heavens as the frugal moogle Duke Dom Kupo let his hands slam onto the table shaking the glass that held his dry martini, which he didn’t think was very dry at all. He let his furry paw move softly up to the edge of the glass as he massaged it.

“My Kipoship,” a small yellow sheep said with reverence as he lazily stuck his tongue out. Duke let his palle wash in the dry taste of the martini as he softly swallowed before placing the glass upon the table. “At your orders, Kipo, I can exterminate these fools.” Duke’s eyes widened.

“What?” Duke shouted. “Exterminate them? For what, kupo?” he asked getting sweaty as the tiny sheep like creature shrugged.

“I dunno, Kipo. Seemed like the thing to do.” Duke shook his head. Tim, the yellow sheep, was a Yan. A mentally challenged sheep like creature with all the pent up desires to destroy the world wasted upon chasing butterflies and leprechauns. He also said kipo a lot, which annoyed Duke because it was a failed attempt to say Kupo, something Duke did as a byproduct of being a moogle.

“Well, until you have good reason keep your destruction to yourself, kupo!” he looked to the stage as the women swooned. He got up and walked over to the bartender, his tiny bat like wings fluttering behind him begging the question why he was walking if he had wings. When he approached the bartender he began to knock on the wooden bar, his size only three feet. She looked around, looked over the edge, and she cooed as she saw him reaching for his pom pom to touch it.

Duke pulled back lifting up a warning finger. “Please don’t touch the pom pom. Who’s next, kupo?” The woman shrugged.

“You if you want it, sweetie.” Duke nodded as he climbed the bar stool waiting for the man to stop singing. “The song you wish to sing?” she asked preparing to write it down. Duke instead turned and wrote it down for her.

“Oh my, isn’t that a bit…edgy?” Duke nodded.

“My point!” he said as he got on stage and waited in the wings. He watched the human performer blow kisses to all the women as he made his exit. He donned his bowler hat again as he took in a deep breath. He was ready for this. He noticed Tim had led all his other friends to the front of the stage, they all looking to him and ready to rock.

“Our next singer! Dom Kupo, Duke Dom Kupo!” he clapped as the audience did in return like mindless sheep. He took the microphone and pointed to the audience.

“IT SEEMS TO ME, KUPO,” He shouted letting his voice grate against the back of his larynx. “THAT WE GOT A BUNCH OF SISSIES! LET’S ROCK THIS!” And with that the music played a heavier, more metallic beat. As it picked up within seconds Duke’s voice changed range to a deep, beastial guttural cry as he sang out. Instantly the men in the audience dove forward, cheering for him while his tiny doll comrades began to a mosh pit.

“It’s time to play the game! It’s TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!” He laughed darkly as the music continued on, the women fleeing as the men began head bashing. “It’s all about the game and if you can play it! All about control, and if you can take it! It’s all about your debt, and if you can pay it! It’s all about pain, and it you can take me!” The growing mob of attendance echoed his words as they all furiously jumped in their appointed spots, singing with the moogle. He lifted his mic into the air with a furious fist as he beat his head in time with the others.

“I am the game, you don’t want to play. I am control, no way can shake me. I am heavy debt…AND I KNOW YOU CAN’T PAY ME, KUPO! I am your pain...” he looked darkly to his growing fans. "And I know you can't take me!"

Off in the corner the bartender turned to the master of ceremonies and gave him a very confused look. “Do you know any of these songs?” she asked honestly. He shrugged.

“Never heard one of em.”

Duke bent over and lifted up, spitting water all over his screaming fans as he continued to sing.

[Amber Eyes]

“And here’s KYLA!” Anita giggled as the two slightly inebriated girls entered the dusty bar. Anita’s laughter spread to Kyla quickly, and soon neither girl was able to move. In an attempt to stay off the floor, Kyla grabbed a pool table…or so she thought. She had in fact grabbed a pool stick that was laying on the pool table. The resulting thud received lots of attention.

“You have….to…be…the biggest…klutz…I’ve..ever…met!” Anita gasped between fits of laughter. The girls lay tangled on the floor, the room spinning slightly. “I told you you’d have fun!”

“I don’t usually consider lying on the dirty floor of a bar fun, but whatever you say!” Kyla laughed as she pulled herself to her feet. “But with a view like that….”

Anita pulled herself up and saw what Kyla was talking about. A tall man stood near the far corner of the bar. His coat reached his ankles, covering most of him, but it still showed a nice silhouette. As he turned, Anita again became nearly incoherent with laughter.

“What’s so funny? He’s gorgeous!” Kyla said in disbelief.

“Well…if you weren’t such a hermit you’d see that view much more often.”

“What are you talking about.”

“That’s the perv who is staying 5 doors down from you! Let’s get a drink.”

The two girls approached the bar, and stared at each other.

“What’ll it be?” The bartender asked.

“Um…what do you have that doesn’t taste like alcohol?” Kyla whispered.

“Not much of a drinker huh?”

“Well…I had two beers on the way over…so I guess….no…not really.”

Kyla turned as a familiar tune began to play behind her. Her eyes locked onto the man, whom Sei had called Jensen. He began to sing and her breath was gone. She whispered something to Anita, and the girl was on stage in moments.

One more singer and it was Kyla’s turn. Kyla thought she saw someone stabbed in the mosh pit that had begun in the corner but she couldn’t be sure. She tried to calm the butterflies as the DJ began to speak.

“Now we’d like to welcome to the stage….Kyla Orlouge for her first time tonight. Helping her out with this next one will be a crowd favorite…Jensen!”

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen’s eyes shot wide open as his head jerked to the side faster than a speeding bullet. He looked to the stage and found a woman dressed in very tight short denim jeans, like a pair that she grew out of and decided to cut. She wore a tied off shirt that just cut below her breasts and he felt all the blood in his brain flush downwards as he became dumbfounded.

The women in the bar all clapped wildly as they cheered for Jensen, and he couldn’t’ understand it. Before long he was escorted forward where he climbed the stage and looked into the gorgeous ocean blue eyes of the girl before him. She was a youngling, but she reeked like she had been drinking for a bit. Still the terror of performing on stage must have sobered her up as he smiled to her, a genuine charming smile as he heard the music pick up softly.

He softly let his hand out to her as he sang, “I can show you the world. Shining shimmering, splendid,” he pulled back. “Tell me princess when did you last let your heart... decide?” He took her hand and spun her softly forward before letting her go and using his unique caeiporiea fighting stance to keep his balance.

“I can open your eyes, take you wonder by wonder,” He moved under her outstretched hand, rubbing against her softly with his back. “Over sideways and under on a magic carpet ride! A whole new world!” He sang, much to the joy of the women as they cheered for him. “A new fantastic point of view!” He smiled. “No one tell us, ‘no’, or where to go! Or say we’re only dreaming…” he held her hands up to his chest, which she twirled into and sang,

“A whole new world,” she sang beautifully. “A dazzling place I never knew!” She stomped his foot hard with her hell and the immortal suppressed the urge to scream as he dropped to one knee. “But now from way up here, it’s crystal clear, that now I am in a whole new world with you!” She opened her arms out to the sky as she built up wind for her next verse.

“Unbelievable sights! Indescribable feelings,” she winked to Jensen and he forgot his pain. “Soaring, tumbling, revealing through an endless diamond sky! A WHOLE NEW WORLD!” she sang with passion.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Jensen sang as he moved behind her, both back to back as they sang from their hearts.

“A hundred thousand things to see!”

“Don’t hold your breath, it gets better!” He turned to her as their hands met against their chests.

“I’m like a shooting star!” they sang. “I’ve come so far!” they pointed out to the stars together as they pushed away.

“I can’t go back to where I used to be!” Kayla sang.

“A whole new world! With new horizons to pursue!” They both made a daring adventurous leap towards the edge of the stage ending in a super heroes pose, both smiling as they sang.

“I’ll chase them anywhere!” they sang as one. “There’s time to spare,”

“Let me share this whole new world with you!” Jensen sang softly as the two began to move as one, dancing along the stage like professional dancers while the music picked up. The women screamed for them as the men cheered for Jensen.

“A whole new world!” Kayla sang deep within her. “A new fantastic point of view!”

“A whole new world!” Jensen sang as harmony.

“No one to tell us no, or where to go!” They became one again as they held each other tight before pushing away as they sang to the heavens. Each echoing the other in perfect harmony.

“Or SAY we are only dreamin!” Kayla lifted her hand into the air.

“A whole new world!” Jensen said rapidly.

“A new turn of surprise.”

“With new horizons to pursue,

“Every moment gets better,”

“I’ll chase them anywhere! There’s time to spare!” They embraced as they built up for the finale.

“Anywhere!” Kayla sang out, the word lingering in the wind like beautiful song note.

“There’s time to spare!” Jensen’s words flowed with passion as he motioned out with his hands to emphasize just how much time they had.

“Let me share this whole…” They stepped close to each other, Jensen’s fingers locking with hers as they got close.

“New world,” Both whispered loudly. They moved deeper to each other’s faces. “With…you…” They let the words die out in harmony, both tones mixing as one in a melody that made the gods cry. The bar exploded into a fit of clapping as Jensen and Kayla both breathed heavily from their performance. Jensen gave her a wink before he motioned for the exit.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he whispered into her ear, smiling.

((Post dedicated to Jessica and Eddie, hope you enjoyed it. It’s also dedicated to everyone who ever dared to dream of a magic carpet ride!))

[Satanfoot Blocker]

This scene had gotten a bit too mushy for the karaoke superstar. And who exactly were all these people? Why were they good? Usually in a bar like this you got one or two people who could carry a tune, and the rest well...that's why they invented earplugs. Satanfoot realized he needed to act quickly or he would lose his audiance to this Jensen kid. The girl was good too, but lets face it, she wasn't competition. The other guy...What was he even screaming about? Was that a dead body by the restroom? There was a definite problem here, no one was paying him anymore attention. He quickly waddled to the stage and grabbed the mic. One of his many catchphrases was sure to do the trick.

"Meanwhile...back at the farm, Granny's beating off the indians and they're still coming...."

Sure enought the place went silent. He wispered a few words to the bartender then the music filled his ears.

He put one leg out to the side and bowed his head to the left. He began to shake his chubby leg to the beat. As the music hit the crescendo he looked up at the crowd.

"I made it through the wilderness. Somehow I made it throu-hoo-hoo. Didn't know how lost I was until I found you."

He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him and climbed on top of the closest table.

" I was beat, incomplete, I'd been had I was said and blue, but you made me feel, yeah you ma-ha-ha-de me feel shiny and new..." As the words left his mouth, the table split in two, sending the man to the floor. Three large guys lifted the man with great effort just in time for his next line.

"like a virgin, touched for the very first time, like a virgin, when your heart beats next to mine. " As he sang the men set him back on his feet.

He waddled up to a pretty young girl in a blue dress, stroking her cheek with his chubby fingers.

"Gonna give you all my love boy, my fear is fading fast. I've been saving it all for you cause only love can last." He dropped to his knees at her feet. It wasn't a long way to go, but it was still slightly noticeable.

"Your so fine, and your mine. You make me strong, yeah you make me bold. Oh your love thawed out, yeah your lo-ho-ho-ve thawed out what was scared and cold."

As he sang the rest of the song, he made his way back to the stage, knowing he had these people eating out of the palm of his fat little hand.

[Kupo!]

Duke wasn’t sure of his chances of winning this karaoke thing, but he would be damned if he didn’t go down swinging. The duet with the girl and the human was impressive, but nothing he hadn’t witnessed before in the back of a very crowded cart in downtown Lavinya.

He learned a lot about the human anatomy he wished he could burn out of his tiny moogle eyes.

“Kipo!” Tim shouted, his tiny legs trotting in place as he watched the fat human sing a song about virginity and the feeling he got when he thought about it. As far as the tiny sheep could understand love meant you had terribly bad gas in your stomach and you had the urge to pee really, really badly. It also could lead to heart attacks.

“Kupo!” Duke corrected him with a shout as he sighed thinking is more edgy side needed a break. Instead, he would have to just show up this Satansfoot fellow. The moogle made short determined steps to the bar and floated up to the barstool. The bar tenders face was full of a mixture of revulsion and happiness as the portly man struck a pose and moon walked across the stage. She glanced to the moogle, who wrote his next request which she took and handed to the master of ceremonies.

The moogle waited as the announcer called him up, and this time he came fully loaded as he pulled out the cane and top hat from his bag of tricks and taking center stage. He waited tapping his foot as the beat began to pick up, and then when it was time he sung with all his moogle glory,

“Wel~l I guess it would be nice,” The moogle wobbled his hips as he twirled the cane one handed. “If I could touch your bod~y. I know not everybod~y has a body like you!” He lifted the cane up and pointed to one of the woman in the crowd and she swooned as the women screamed for him, Tim and the other dolls all dancing in place.

“But I’ve got to think tw~i~ice, before I give my heart away, I know all the games you play, cause I play them too-kupo!” he waltzed off the stage, dancing in the circle of women as they all moved around him like he were a ritual fire, their hands moving up and down in praise as he lavished them with soft words of song.

“O~h but I need some time off,” he lifted the mic to nearest girl who sang the words loudly for him.

“From that emotio~n, Time to pick my heart up off the floor!” he twirled the microphone back to his hand and leaned heavily on his cane as he sang into it with all the moogle passion his tiny heart could muster.

“And when that love comes down wihto~ut devoti~on, well it takes a strong man baby, but I’m showing you the door,” he lept upon the discarded table that Satansfoot had broken and pumped the microphone to his adoring fans. “Sing it, kupo!”

“CAUSE I GOTTA HAVE FAITH!” they all shouted in a horrid chorus of sirens, their keys all off but everyone laughing and enjoying themselves.

[Disillusioned]

Troy rarely indulged in the pleasures of alcohol. To him, not being in full control of his senses was a risk that he was all to often unwilling to take. He did, however, occasionally indulge in a glass of wine. As he sat in his booth and swirled the glass, taking time savor the smell, he was proud that his senses were still fully intact. That's right, he was far from drunk.

The two beside him, on the other hand, were a different matter entirely.

"Troy! TROY!" Noel screamed into his ear. The girl who sat next to him was a tiny little thing with short blond hair and green eyes. "Sing a song for me!"

"Pssh. He'd just get up there and be all weepy Noel," Regal snorted. As he spoke, the man slapped Troy's back rather hard, causing him to almost spill his drink.

The three made for an interesting group. A whiny girl of eighteen years old (who was also as flat as the table the three sat at), a silent man of twenty-five (who was not at all weepy in his own opinion), and a loudmouthed man of twenty-seven. Personalities clashed; good times were had by all.

Noel also had a crush on Troy, which leads us to our next scene.

"Troy, if you'll sing for me, I'll sing for you..." Noel whispered (in her mind at least) to Troy as she ran her hand up the man's leg. As her whisper was closer to a high-pitched squeal, Regal promptly spat out his drink.

"I do not sing," Troy muttered as he grabbed a napkin from the table. "And I will not ask you to drink your entire drink Regal, as you are well on your sixth. However, I will ask that you refrain from spraying it all over my face."

Regal apologized as he flagged down a waitress in order to replace his drink.

"Come on Troy, I sing really, really, REALLY well..." Noel's statement was accompanied by licking Troy's ear. He recoiled slightly.

"That is quite all right," Troy responded as he finished cleaning himself.

"Cause you'd be all weepy. And emo. And sulky. And whiny. And a pansy. And a sissy. And a..." Regal continued to speak as the waitress brought him another drink.

"Are you quite finished Regal?"

"Naw. And your a loser."

"I sing really well Troy..."

"And your hair is like, a totally I'm-standing-in-the-rain-so-you-can't-see-my-tears style."

"I can sing in different positions Troy..."

"Plus you're a crybaby."

"High positions, low positions, backward positions...."

"And you have absolutely no sense of class."

"On top positions, underneath positions..."

"And I don't think you showered this morning either."

"Forbidden positions that are outlawed in certain parts of Althanas..."

A man can only take so much goading from an idiot, and can only be felt up by a drunk girl (who really wasn't that pretty) for so long.

"ENOUGH!" Troy shouted as he slammed his drink down. "I would have liked to enjoy myself quietly, but seeing as that is certainly not an option, I shall acquiesce to your damned request!"

"You said a bad word Troy," Noel said as she began to lean on him. "You should be punished."

"Naughty naughty Troy," Regal chimed in.

"Or do you want to be the one doing the punishment?" Noel whispered as seductively as she could (which was not very much).

"Regal. Move!" Troy demanded as he shoved Regal out of the way. He then quickly walked up to the bar, picked a song, and took the stage.

"Ah." Troy snapped his fingers. "Regal, if you could be so kind?"

"Your hat good sir!" Regal shouted as he flung Troy a fedora. Where it came from, who can say?

"All right then," Troy said as he caught the hat, twirled it about, and stylish placed it on his head (Noel positively swooned). "We begin."

"AAAOW!" Troy screamed as the music hit. "As he came into the window, it was the sound of a crescendo!"

Troy twirled about and began to move about the stage in a rather flamboyant manner that befitted the song.

"He came into her apartment, he left the bloodstains on the carpet!" The man was on fire.

"She ran underneath the table, he could see she was unable!" The song itself was, in a word, epic.

"So she ran into the bedroom, she was struck down, it was her doom!" He quickly began walking backwards while making it look like he was walking forwards, simply because it just felt right.

"Annie are you okay? So, Annie are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY ANNIE?" Troy finished his line with a twirl as he grabbed his hat.

"Take it Regal!" Troy shouted as he tossed the hat across the room.

[Unfulfilled]

Regal’s fist pumped into the air over the throng of screaming woman and cheering men, his fingers looping the rim of the hat as it spun lazily on his finger like it was meant to. His jacket collar immediately popped as he twirled on the spot and struck out his finger while grabbing his crotch and giving it a mean tug before he sang his tone a rhythmic harmony with Troy‘s voice as the man continued to sing and Regal became his back up, singing a ghostly chorus with him in time to the music.

“Annie are you okay? Will you tell us, you’re okay Annie? There’s a sign on the window, that he struck you a crescendo, Annie! He came into your apartment, there were bloodstains, on the carpet,” he did another twirl and crotch grab, before he as well moved towards the stage walking backwards like it was the natural thing to do.

“He came into your apartment, there were bloodstains, on the carpet! Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down, it was your doom!” Regal lifted himself to the stage, meeting Troy head on as the two grabbed the mic with a free hand, singing a rhythmic beat that made even the pantheon of the Thaynehood stop to watch and nod their heads.

“Annie are you okay? So Annie are you okay, are you okay Annie? Annie are you okay? So are you okay, are you okay Annie? Are you okay Annie, Annie are you okay?”

Troy thrust his hips to the right, his head tilted downwards as he took the mic. “You been hit by-”

Regal then took the mic back from Troy’s outstretched hand, his hips thrust to the left and leaning his back upon Troy’s. “You been struck by-”

Troy lifted his hand up and grabbed Regal’s hat and donned it one motion that could only be defined so perfectly by one word: smooth.

“A Smooth Criminal, OW!”

The crowd went wild as Regal and Troy both began to shimmy, their feet moving in the beat of the music. One leg lifted in front of the other, both men twirling at the same time letting their foot slide out in front again before kicking back and stepping so they faced profile to the audience. They both clapped their hands once in time, sliding forwards and lowering their hands downwards to the screaming audience. Troy’s hat gently glided down upon his arm bouncing onto one finger where he balanced it. With an effortless motion the hat went up in the air as Regal’s hand grabbed it, donning it in a picture perfect copy of the way Troy had done not moments earlier.

Both men hit their backs against the other as they continued their unique dance style for the audience, a devilish grin upon Regal’s face as he was having the time of his life.

[Disillusioned]

"Me next! Me next!' Noel screamed as she ran through the bar, shoving her way through patron and waitress alike. Up across the stage she stormed; the ferocity of the girl without breasts could not be stopped.

"Move it Regal!" She snapped as she elbowed the man in the face; the man hit the floor, the hat landed atop his face.

"So they-" Noel was interrupted by Troy tapping on her shoulder.

"Noel, you are not allowed to sing this song without this," Troy said as he knelt down and picked up the hat. "We must have standards, after all. Especially for this masterpiece."

Noel beamed as her crush placed the hat upon her head. Regal muttered something along the lines of "Tiny-Tits's elbow is as hard as her freaking breasts."

"Shut up Regal! So they came into the outway! It was Sunday, what a black day!" Noel sang as she twirled about the stage, exactly as Troy and Regal had done before her. She even took the time to properly adjust the hat as she sung.

"Mouth to mouth resuscitation! Sounding heartbeat, intimidation!" Troy sung as he stepped in front of Noel, who offered the fedora up to Troy. He donned the hat, did the walk of walks (some daresay a moonwalk, but such beauty appears in Althanas but once a millennium), and tossed the hat high into the air.

Regal caught it expertly as Noel and Troy made room for the man.

“Annie are you okay? So, Annie are you okay? Are you okay ANNIE?” Regal screamed as the hat graced his forehead. None could stop the trio; together they were invincible. Troy briefly thought about making a career change, but then dismissed the thought.

Ah, the path not taken.

“Annie are you okay?” Troy slid up next to Regal.

“Will you tell us that your okay?” Noel slid up next to Troy.

“There’s a sign in the window...” Regal started off, Troy took the next line.

“That he struck you! A crescendo Annie!” Noel followed suit.

“He came into your apartment!” The three traded off now; each sinning the song in perfect rhythm with one another.

“He left the bloodstains on the carpet!”

“Then you ran into the bedroom!”

“You were struck down!”

The three moved in complete sync. They twirled together, they moved together, hell, they even grabbed their crotches together.

At the same time that is. They grabbed their own crotches in sync. There was a firm “hands-off” policy between Regal and Troy, as well as one between Regal and Noel.

At this time, you may notice that a “hands-off” policy is not enforced between Noel and Troy. Is there crotch-grabbing between those two? We leave it to you to decide the answer to that question. Please bare in mind that poor Noel will be heartbroken if you decide that there isn’t.

“It was your doom!” The three sang in unison. As one, they twirled and snapped their fingers. They then pointed to the audience; it was clear what was expected.

“OKAY, I WANT EVERYONE TO CLEAR THE AREA RIGHT NOW!”

“AAAOW!” Troy shouted as he took the center stage. He then began a series of dancing that can only be said to involve grabbing his crotch, flamboyant gestures with his arms, and the best damn walking on Althanas.

“Annie are you okay?” Regal shouted.

“I don’t know!” Noel responded.

“Will you tell us that your okay?” Troy sang; the hat was rapidly being tossed between the three. Whoever was currently singing wore it.

“I don’t know!” Noel again.

“There’s a sign in the window!”

“I don’t know!”

“That he struck you, a crescendo Annie!”

“I don’t know!”

Together they dance, together they sang. It was harmony personified, it was magnificence incarnate. These three souls moved and danced with a perfection attainable only by a god. Actually, for those brief few minutes, they were gods.

Gods of the dance floor.

“Dad gone it!” Troy twirled and struck a pose. He snapped his fingers.

“You were struck down!” Regal stuck his pose. He snapped his fingers too.

“It was your doom Annie!” Noel slid in-between the two of them and struck her pose. She snapped her fingers as well.

“AAAOW!” The three shouted.

Final crotch grab.

[Lavinian Ambition]

The crowd had been whipped into a frenzy by the three men standing up on stage. Their performance of the song was certainly entertaining even as they danced. The atmosphere was certainly friendly as more and more people got off their duff to take a shot at winning the crown of king tonight. Still, Jared was the type of guy who couldn't just let something sit. The fact that the third guy who had jumped on stage looked like a chick was certainly piquing his interest, and with a devilish grin he took a quick draught of his ale.

Lavinian of course.

Tapping the counter the tender moved down the line to him before he gestured to the mug. Jared nodded before he jerked a thumb at the stage, "We got any other acts up or can I steal a number?"

The tender laughed as he pointed at Jared, "You sure you got the motor skills to keep up any performance?"

The grin widened before he said firmly, "I could sing a song, get a wench, and still have time to pay the bill before I call it quits tonight."

The tender raised an eyebrow before he said, "I'll have to ask you to pass on the second one, but go for it. What song? I'll have your ale taken up to you so you can drink during the song if need be…"

Jared named the song before the tender laughed, getting the joke. Get gestured Jared up on stage before the Master of Ceremonies asked for his name. His face was only slightly flushed with alcohol he spat it out quickly before the MC spoke up, "And next up making his début tonight we got Jared Cesarino, give him a warm Concordian hello!"

Jared grabbed the mic even as the guitars started up. Soon the back ups kicked in, "THAT! THAT!"

Jared was off and his heart was racing. He hadn't done something this foolish in awhile, but gods was it fun. He had forgotten everything as he abandoned himself to the craft, "DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY!"

The crowd erupted as the back ups shouted out their part again. Jared brought the crowd into it as they shouted in unison, "That! That!"

"Dude looks like a lady!"

He worked it a couple of more times before he nodded to the band and they went right into the song, "Cruised into a bar on the shore, her picture graced the grime on the door!" He began to work his way over to the dude who had just been on the bar even as he continued the verse, "She a long lost love at first bite, baby you know you're wrong, but you know it's alright!"

The crowd parted as he slid across the floor and cut off the three, he was more than certain he was treading dangerous water, but he was lost in the music even as he continued, "That's right…"

The crowd kept up their part even as the back up started, "That, that! That, that!"

"Backstage we're having the time," His body was rocking now as he made a suggestive gesture towards the trap in tight clothing, "Of our lives until somebody say," He then winked at the dour one of the three, "Till somebody say, sorry if I seem out of line…" He slid once more around the group till he was up against the "girl", "Then she whipped out her gun, and tried to blow me away!"

The victim of his little prank rightfully shoved him back towards the stag as he laughed as the crowd started up, "That, that!"

"Dude looks like a lady!"

He pointed at the man before him as the crowd began right at the target of his fun, "That! That!"

"Dude looks like a lady!"

He then scanned the bar; he did have a bet to win after all. Finding a wench who didn't seem occupied he reached out and grabbed her pulling her onto the stage as he continued, "So never judge a book by its cover, or who you're going to love by your lover."

The girl was a bit red in the face from the overt pick up line Jared had turned the song into, but she danced with him, even as he drew her close. The crowd was laughing and hooting at the proud display. He then leaned in and continued, "Love put me wise to her love in disguise…" He then began to trace the wench's curves, which while present were definitely more plain than the girls he was used to hitting on, he then shouted out over the crowd, "…she had the body of a Venus, Lord imagine my surprise!" The girl smiled timidly even as the song softened for a moment.

"Baby let me follow you down…"

Jared wrapped an arm around her waist, "Let me take a peak dear."

"Baby let me follow you down…"

"Do me do me do me all night!" The girl began to grind into him and he grinned. Just like clockwork.

"Baby let me follow you down…"

He cupped her chin as he grinned, "Turn the other cheek dear."

"Baby let me follow you down…"

"Do me, do me, do me, do me!"

It was at that time his replacement ale showed up. He nodded dropping payment on the tray as the guitarist began to go off on a solo that kept the house rocking. Jared took a strong drought of the ale before he offered it to the wench. She grinned and nodded taking a sip before Jared spoke softly; making sure the mic was tucked away from his lips, "Jared."

"Stephanie, nice to meet you…" He nodded as the crowd began to holler. The Solo began to grind down as the guitarist nodded to Jared, it was time to wrap up.

"Oooooooooooh what a funky lady! Does she like it, like it, like it, like that?" The wench nodded even as he twirled the mic in his hand not unlike the knives he would play with from time to time. As the mic came to a halt he continued, "Ohh he was a lady!"

The crowd picked up even as he sang out his part, it was almost like clockwork as he continued to work the wench in front of him, "That, that!"

"Dude looks like a Lady!"

The tender only laughed as he nodded at the Lavinian. Jared had won it alright, as the song faded out and the money hit the counter. The tender tossed it across the room, and Jared caught it easily, even as the wench raised an eyebrow, "Don't worry about it Steph, just means we get to have a little more fun tonight than I thought."

That got her laughing.
Let me know if anything has to change Disillusioned...

[Sheex]

"It's beautiful. So beautiful," Sheex said as tears welled up in his eyes. He leaned back on his chair, his feet on the table and his arm around his wife. His lower lip trembled at the shear wonder of this place.

"I'll give it to you that they're good, but I didn't think you'd be moved to tears," Leila responded as she nuzzled up against her husband's chest. Sheex ran a hand through her red hair, causing her to sigh in pleasure.

"Not the singing! Although, to be fair, that fat guy might be on to something with the whole ‘giving out his love’ thing. No, what I'm talking about is this bar," Sheex held up his hands as he spoke. "I've wandered all across Althanas, and at last, I've found it!"

Leila's head instantly shot straight up.

"Wait, you've wandered all across Althanas looking for a man giving out his 'love?' That...that was something you should have told me before we said 'I do.'" Sheex shot Leila a dirty look. She shrugged. "What? I'm not sure how to compete with that."

"Well, for starters, you've got breasts. Can I fondle 'em?" Sheex asked as he gently slid a hand up her side. She let out a sigh.

"His are bigger though."

"And they probably have a lot more hair on 'em too. No, your's suit me just fine." The young couple giggled together. "And I meant the bar itself."

"Just look. You know what makes this bar special? Out of the thousands of bars on Althanas, this is the only one that isn't recruiting for some damn quest!" Sheex motioned around him as he spoke. "No fair maidens crying for help, no bandits about to break down the door, no evil lord ruling over the town, and no damn dragons about the torch the place."

Sheex quickly looked about to see if he jinxed the place.

"I'm sure somewhere there's still that silent, brooding guy in the corner, but ya can't win 'em all!" As Sheex spoke, he balled up a napkin and tossed it at the darkest corner of the room; a man let out a grumble of a complaint. "This place is actually just a bar! I love it!"

"With entertainment!" Leila pointed at the trio engaged in what appeared to be a fierce competition of who could grab their crotch the hardest. "You think they practice that?"

"I dunno, but if you want to practice grabbing that area, I humbly offer my services," Sheex said with a grin. Leila let out a laugh.

"You sure? That looks like it hurts."

"Could explain how they hit the high notes. Hey, check it. That guy's making fun of that girl...guy...girl-guy. Honey, what gender is the blond one of the trio?"

"Beats me. I wonder if there's a tournament or something going on. Think there's a prize for first place?"

"Why? Thinking of entering?"

"Me? No. I already entered you though," Leila said with a coy smile. "I do believe your up."

"Why you little-"

"And up next! SHEEX DELTIN!"

Sheex suddenly felt very small; everyone in the room staring at him as if he had left his fly unzipped had that affect on him. He quickly checked his pants.

Still zipped. So far so good.

"Shake it baby!" Leila laughed as she pinched his cheek, then promptly shoved him forward. He shot her a dirty look, then an idea struck him. An evil smile lit across his face.

"As you like," Sheex said as he took a shot of liquid courage and strolled across the bar. "You might regret this though, wanna know why?"

He held out his hand as the mic was tossed to him. He glanced up at the stage, figured it was crowded enough, and instead decided to leap up onto a table (where several women sat at).

"Cause baby, I'm sexy." Sheex ran a hand through his brown hair. "Some might even say, too sexy."

The band took the hint.

"I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love. Love's going to leave me!" Sheex quickly proceeded to throw out a hip thrust. The women at the table giggled.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt! So sexy it hurts!" He danced expertly around the table, carefully avoiding each dish and glass placed there. He also playfully took off his coat and flung it at Leila.

“I’m too sexy for Corone! Too sexy for Corone, Alerar and Salvar!” He spun about the table and began to unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk.”

“I’m too sexy for this bar, too sexy for this bar! Too sexy by far! Too sexy for my hat! Too sexy for my hat! What ya think about that?” Another hip thrust, this time directed at Leila. Her face was quite red.

“You’re not even wearing a hat!” She shouted at him.

“I believe that’s because he’s too sexy for one, dearie,” A waitress muttered as she passed by. Sheex winked at that waitress (Leila muttered death threats).

“Cause I’m a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk. Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk YEAH!” Sheex then put his hands behind his head, and grinned at the woman who had giggled the loudest. “I shake my little tush on the catwalk!”

And oh, did he shake his tush. Back and forth it swayed, offending some, seducing others (but mostly it just shook).

“I’m too sexy for my cat! Too sexy for my cat! Poor pussy...” Sheex let that one hang for a bit as he waved a finger at Leila. “...Cat!”

It was at this time she stormed over to the table, shoving away a few women in the process, while screaming “Back off! Mine! That one’s mine! Hey! HEY! BLONDIE! QUIT LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT! YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?”

“I’m too sexy for my love! Too sexy for my love! Love’s going to leave me!” Sheex sung as he jumped off the table, just out of Leila’s reach (the blond had backed down, by the way).

“Come here Deltin!” She screamed as he ducked behind a brunette. That human shield lasted all of three seconds before Leila tossed the poor girl aside.

“MINE!” Leila screamed as she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to her. Sheex let out a loud laugh.

“And I’m too sexy for this song!” He finished as he tossed the mic up into the air, and submitted to the whims of the love of his life.

Suffice to say, it involved a dark corner, interlocking body parts, and a few choice words.

Oh, and crotch-grabbing. There was some of that too.

[Amber Eyes]

Kyla bit her lip and smiled at her new housemate. She opened her mouth to reply just as a hand pulled her arm. Before she could figure out what was happening, she was face to face with a much too sober looking Anita.

"What on earth will Papa say?"

She was much too inebriated for this, and could help but joke with the obviously upset girl. "Well if the last 30 years are any indication, NOTHING!" She giggled at her own joke and looked around for Jensen. Anita again firmly grabbed her arm.

"You know what I mean!"

"How would he even find out?" Kyla replied distractedly.

"Um...lets see, he's a telepath you idiot."

"I can turn my mind off, remember?"

"I can't!"

Kyla was fully paying attention now. "You wouldn't! Just don't think about it in front of him...that should work."

"You’re a piece of work you know that?"

"Whatever, are you going to be a sourpuss all night or are we gunna sing?"

"What do you want to sing?"

"Hold on." Kyla walked to the DJ and whispered in his ear. He handed her two mics and she passed one on to Anita.

Kyla smiled as she waited for her Cue. "Anything you can do I can do better, I can do anything better than you!"

Anita almost missed her cue, but quickly cut in. "No you can't!"

Kyla walked towards Anita, and smiled devilishly, "Yes, I can."

"No, you can't.

"Yes, I can,
Yes, I caaaaaaaaan!"

The girls both turned their backs to each other and crossed thier arms while holding the mics. Kyla took a couple steps then turned back. Anita quickly followed suite.

"Anything you can be, I can be greater, sooner or later I'm greater than you."

"No your not"
"Yes I am"
"No your not"
"Yes I am, Yes I aaaaaaaaam"

The girls continued to circle each other, as they finished the song. The patrons of the bar applauded loudly. Anita smiled at her sister. "Maybe a few more drinks..."

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen was awe struck at what was going on. He couldn’t believe how fast things had gone and what one simple song had led to. Now the whole bar was in a roar of applause as he let his own hands lift in the air clapping for Kyla, bringing his fingers downwards to whistle his excitement. Magic Carpet rides, crotch grabbing, sexy shirts, and a fat man talking about his virginity. God this night was amazing. Everything seemed to wash over in a rush of pure clean family fun and for once he curbed his own desire to ruin a good time.

Well for now at least.

He turned to the bartender and thumbed his fingers towards the girls. “Whatever they order is on my tab. Understood?” The bartender nodded once as she turned grabbing their tabs and placing them both underneath the clip with Jensen’s name on it. He smiled as he jingled his coin purse. Yep, he could afford it. Besides this chick with the blue eyes was something else. She had a personality that didn’t stink and she was a lot more pleasant to be around than Stephanie, his fellow knight from the order of the Apocalypse.

“Who’s next after them?” Jensen asked as he sipped his third End Times. The bitter sweet drink warmed his heart as he smacked his lips rudely patting the table. The drink was rather strong.

“As is always the answer tonight, whoever asks that question.” Jensen grinned as the bartender smiled sliding a pad of paper and her pencil down to him. Greedily he tapped the tip of the pencil upon his chin, evil thoughts entering his mind as he wondered what he would sing.

Then a devilish thought crossed his mind as he looked back to the stage. He scribbled the song down an the bartender sent it to the master of ceremonies who read it and nodded passing the note along to the band. He then flagged won the bartender. “Whatever it takes, get the one girl called Anita drunk. I don’t’ want her spoiling the mood.” Jensen made sure his order was understood loud and clear and she nodded. “Whatever pissy drink she gets I want you to double the alcohol content, you got me?” The bartender nodded again, tapping the table twice. He sighed pulling out his sack of gold and leaving her a generous tip.

There goes the gunblade fund, he thought as the coins clattered on the oak wood.

When the duet was done singing Jensen clapped for her, taking his spot in line to enter the stage. He passed by Kyla, a charming smile on his face as he gave her a soft wink. The host lifted the microphone up and when the crowd saw Jensen they all cheered wildly.

“Our fan favorite has seemed to return! This time he would like to sing a special song from the heart, but of course he would like it if his partner in crime, Kyla Orlouge would join him in singing with him again!” Jensen pointed to her with a curled finger, beckoning him to her with a ‘turnabout -is-fair-play’ smile.

[Amber Eyes]

Kyla cheeks burned bright red. Did he really just do that? I'm going to faint!

"Kyla, I think this has gone a bit far." Anita said gently touching Kyla's shoulder.

"You know nothing of the ways of love Anita, nothing"

"Oh, and your one kiss make you the expert?"

"Please Anita, just bring me the strongest drink you can find! Now!"

As Anita went to the bar, Kyla reached into the girl's backpack and took out a small vial. She placed it next to a trash can, and slowly made her way to the stage. She took the mic and met Jensen's eyes for a second before she looked away shyly. If this is a love song I may just have a heart attack

Anita brought Kyla a shot glass, and Kyla downed the drink. It burned her throat, her chest, her stomach. She gasped for air as she asked "What the hell was that thing?"

"It's called a Tropical Orgy or something like that"

"How fitting." Kyla handed Anita the now empty glass as the music began to play.

You have to be kidding me!

Jensen grinned at her as he sang the first line. “When the night has come, and the land is dark. oooh and the moon is the only light we see.”

Jensen grabbed her hand and twirled her until Kyla thought she must be dreaming. He continued to sing, and her heart raced. “No I won't be afraid. No Iiiii won't be afraid, Just as long as you stand, stand by me “

Kyla’s legs shook, as she forced herself to squeak out the next part with him. “And darlin’, daaarlin’ stand by me. Oh, now, now, stand by me. Stand by me, stand by me.” Kyla’s courage rose as she looked into the man’s eyes. She bit her bottom lip and gave a seductive grin before walking to the other side of the stage, and giving it everything she had.

“If the sky that we look upon, should tumble and fall. And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry. No I won't shed a tear. Just as long as you stand, stand by me.” Kyla walked back towards Jensen as he joined her again.

“And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me “ Kyla walked behind Jensen and slapped him lightly on the butt, giving the audience a wink. “I heard you like to do that.” She giggled as she let him sing the next part alone.

“Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me. Oh, now, now, stand by me. Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me.” Kyla jumped from the stage and grabbed a chair, setting it behind the man. She pushed him into it lightly and sat on his knee to finish the song.

“Darling, darling stand by me, Stand by me, Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me” Kyla leaned into him as they sang the last note, closer….closer….she could feel his breath on her lips, the bar was silent, then she heard a familiar voice in her mind.

[Silence Sei]

He had stood out of the bar long enough. Sei had heard a few of the songs that had passed while he waited outside of the bar. He was going to lecture his 'little angels' about the dangers of going into bars, but this seemed harmless enough. That was until Sei had overheard someone insisiting that drinks be forced down his daughter's throat while the other daughter was seduced.

Sei stepped into the doorway to the sound of the fans applauding Jensen and Kyla. As soon as some random figure noticed the mute, the bar went deafly quiet. Sei merely walked over to Kyla and Jensen and tapped his 'daughter' on the shoulder. As Kyla looked up, the serious face of Sei seemed to radiate disapproval. He pointed a single fingern towards Anita, who was already falling off of her bar stool she was so plastered.

Kyla's face of horror could only nod as she stood from Jensen's lap. As she walked over to her sister, Sei's hand motioned to the mic. He took it as he motioned for someone to bring him a seat. The mute moved Jensen's seat directly in front of him as the mute sat on his own chair. Sei brought the mic up to his mouth as music began to play. Though Sei could not physically talk, he moved his lips to the words as the lyrics filled the minds of the people.

"Corone's Declaration of Independence. Think I could tell you that first sentence, but then I’m lost." Sei looked around at the crowd as he continued onto the second verse.

"I can't begin to count the theories
I've had pounded in my head
That I forgot." Sei's eyes shot back to Jensen as he began to reach into his pants for something. He had dropped by a 'friends' house to grab something in case a situation like this were to arise.

"I don't remember all that Akashimian
Or the Berevar address
But there is one speech from high school
I'll never forget." As Sei sang the lyrics he pulled out a large blade that seemed to be merged with a firearm. He had asked if he could borrow The Lawmaker, Letho Ravenheart's legendary weapon.

"Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her sister's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Ain’t it son?" Sei leaned into Jensen until he was face to face with his bodyguard.

Before Sei began the next line, he pulled out a handkercheif and leaned backwards, starting to polish the Lawmaker.

"Hey y'all run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I’ll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun." The crowd was now whipped up into a frenzy at the thought of seeing a fight choreographed in with what was once harmless karaoke.

"Well now that I’m a father
I’m scared to death one day my daughter
Is gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
That seems to have just one thing on his mind" Sei looked over to Anita and Kyla, the latter of the two appearing furious with Sei while the drunk Anita waved as happily as possible to get her daddy's attention.

"She’s growin' up so fast
It won't be long before
I’ll have to put the fear of god into
Some kid at the door" As Sei spoke these lyrics, he moved the tip of the gunblade onto the tip of Jensen's nose. He knew the boy could take a hit, but he knew that it hurt him like hell when he had to take said hits. Imagine the immense pain the gunblade would cause.

"Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her sister's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Now ain't it son?
Y’all go out and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun" Sei was now moving the blade of the weapon across Jensen's face, provoking several 'ooh's and 'aah's from the audience.

"Now it's all for show
Ain’t nobody gonna get hurt
It’s just a daddy thing
And hey, believe me, man it works" Sei stood up from the chair before placing the tip of the weapon at his 'friend's' forehead. The tiniest trickle of blood leaving the point of contact.

Sei began to leave as he finished off the last part of the song.

"Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her sister's world
She deserves respect
That’s what she'll get
Now ain't it son?
Y’all run along and have a little fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun" Sei tossed the mic with all of his force towards his daughter, the drunk Anita somehow catching the device without batting an eyelash (or spilling her drink!). The mute made his way to the doorway and turned around. He would await a response from his daughter or Jensen to the events that just unfolded.

However, he was still planning on keeping the Lawmaker out. Just in case.

[Amber Eyes]

Kyla could not control the emotions inside of her. Here she was, having the time of her life, and Sei had to ruin it. She moved almost like a zombie, showing no emotion, though she had to work very hard to defy her will to stick her tongue out at her adopted father.

As she approached the stage, she quickly gave a command to the DJ. The music started and she glared at Sei a she began to sing.

"He said change your clothes
She said no I won't
He said comb your hair
She said some kids don't
And her father's dreams went up in smoke"

Kyla found Jensen on the edge of the stage and walked to him.

"He said you can't leave
She said yes I will
He said don't see him
She said I like the thrill
She's on a roll and it's all uphill"

Kyla kissed Jensen full on the mouth with every ounce of anger she had, it wasn't until she took a step away she even realized she had actually done it.
She quickly regained her composure and focused on the crowd.

"She's a wild one
With an angel's face
She's a woman-child
In a state of grace
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee
He said you can be anything you want to be
She's a wild one
Runnin' free"

Kyla went to the bar, and stole Anita's drink, she downed it as she again walked towards the stage. She gave a wink at Jensen as she climbed on a table.

"She loves Rock and Roll
He said it's Satan's tongue
She thinks he's too old
He thinks she's too young
And the battle lines are clearly drawn"

Kyla pulled a random girl onto the tabel and let her sing the next few lines with her. The girl screamed with excitment. The girl sang with all her heart, and Kyla felt her eardrums begin to burst at the horrible sound. She put her foot on the girls backside, and pushed her off of the table. She jumped down, and again began the walk towards Jensen.

"She's a wild one
With an angel's face
She's a woman-child
In a state of grace
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee
He said you can be anything you want to be
She's a wild one
Runnin' free"

She got within inches of Jensen's face, and teasingly bit her lip. She gave him a come and get me grin, and then walked away....very slowly as she finished the song.

"She has future plans and dreams at night
When he tells her life is hard she says that's alright"

"She's a wild one
With an angel's face
She's a woman-child
In a state of grace
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee
He said you can be anything you want to be
She's a wild one
Runnin' free "

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen just stood still. He didn’t move a muscle. Clearly someone in the room was losing their mind, and he wasn’t sure who the hell it was. For once he wasn’t the sole reason mischief was caused and the more he thought about it the more he realized how amazing Kyla was. He watched her kick a woman from behind, ousting her out and with that get over here taunt with her finger…well he couldn’t just let that go.

He moved over to her as she tossed the Mic up and he lifted his hand grabbing it. He looked over to the band, whispered his words to them under his breath as he figured he would end this with gusto in one foul swoop.

As the bas started it was shortly followed by the drums, before the whole band took off with Jensen’s one word, “GO!”

As the music picked up he began to dance in place, taunting Kyla over as he gave Sei a gesture he was far to familier with. A one figured salute with his free hand. “So 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me because you look so fine and i really wanna make you mine.” He moved rapidly with his words, and twirled on the spot out of Kyla’s reach ina taunting manner. “I say you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine.”

He moved around her, masking his mirth as he slid easily apst her outstretched hand befor ehe reache dout and grabbed it, “Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks now you dont need that money when you look like that, do ya honey?” He gave her an apprising twirl as he cringed to see her beauty. He pushed her away with a gentle shove smiling to her the same grin she had earlier gave him.

Only to eager to oblige they both took the stage as they both danced around each other in a play game of tag. “Big black boots, long brown hair, she's so sweet with her… get back stare!” He moved befor eher to the forming pit of fans as everyone enjoyed the raw beat of the music, Jensen holding his hand out as Kyla grabbed it, He leaned forward, his finger lifting up to Sei one last time defiantly before spinning into her arms. His body moving in sync with Kyla’s.

“Well I could see, you home with me, but you were with another man, yea!” He thumbed towards Sei and they both laughed. “I know we, ain't got… much to say, before I let you get away, yea!”

They both separated just long enough as Jensen slid downwards onto his knees before her. “I said, are you gonna be my girl?” Kyla placed an inquisitive finger on her chin as she brought her other hand across her chest. She thought about it long and hard befor ebending down and kissing him on the forehead where Sei’s borrowed Gunblade had pierced him.

“Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me, because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.” She took his hand and they both danced as one again, their bodies oving in complex patterns that made the dance floor jealous of them.

“I say you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine,” Jensen repeated as he kicked his foot over her head that she expertly ducked under before moving up so her back was against his stomach.

“Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks now you dont need that money with a face like that, do ya, honey?” Jensen smiled to her and winked as they moved out away from each other.

“Big black boots,” he pointed to her feet. “Long brown hair,” she let her fingers run through it, curling it up a bit at the tip. “She's so sweet with her get back stare,” and her stare was gorgeous.

“Well I could see, you home with me, but you were with another man, yea! I know we,
ain't got much to say, before I let you get away, yea!”

Jensen once again left his hand out to her, and she smiled to him. “I said, are you gonna be my girl?” she shrugged, making the audience laugh before she took it and both of them danced across the stage towards the end near the bar. They both made careful leaps upon the tables before them, not messing up a single plate as they made their way to the bar where they danced upon it.

“Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!” Jensen continued to sing. “I could see, you home with me, but you were with another man, yea!” He bent over and picked up Anita’s drinking glass downing it much to her sadness as he mouthed to the waiter to order her another. “I know we, ain't got much to say, before I let you get away, yea!”

He bent down before her like she were a goddess and he bowed to her, singing in a trance.

“Uh, be my girl. Be my girl.” The music lingered on as he repeated it over and over, losing breath on purposes as Kyla gave him a favorable glance. At last Jensen stood back up, twirled her so she dipped into his arms where he kissed her passionately and then tossed her back up.

“Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea~aaaaaaaa!” He waited as the drummer extended that last part out, and as one both the drummer and Jensen jumped in time and finished the song.

[Requiem of Insanity]

Cassandra moved as fast as her feet would carry her into the bar, turning in with the heavy wooden portal and slamming it shut as she leaned against it breathing heavily. Apparently her midnight rampage had alerted the cops a few towns over and she had to high tail it out of the place and make a break for it. Sweat covered most of her chest and she looked down at her attire realizing how out of place she was with her sneaking suit on.

She heard cheering and laughter and her hazel eyes darted up to see people singing on stage. All eyes were upon those who took the mic and she breathed a sigh of relief as she made a quick run for the bathroom where she changed, thankful for the distraction. Wearing now a simple skirt that went down half her upper thigh and a blouse that showed a tasteful amount of cleavage she strode into the bar scene taking it all in.

Karaoke night was a huge success this night and her fingers drummed along the bar as a tender waited upon her. Feeling she would need to be here and blend in the crowd like she had been in this place all along she ordered a Black Isle Ice Tea with a heavy amount of liquor. She could feel the dark companion within her sneer at all the fuss of activity and joviality. Not a soul in this room had darkness within them, not enough to attract her deadly desires to torture them.

She shrugged to her invisible companion, her devoted lover. She figured she would join in the fun, and why the hell not? She needed to be part of this audience, and she immediately thought of one song that would get her to be the center of attention.

“Tender…” Cassandra said turning to see the woman behind the bar. She already placed a pad and pencil before her. Cassandra made up a fake stage name and placed the song she wished for. She then reached into her bag and pulled out her lipstick applying a tasteful amount to it. Checking the scene she smiled waving to a few boys who pointed her out as she began to play the part of a normal person.

The master of the Karaoke night took the mic from the last singers and held out the song card. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage newcomer Christina Remi!” The audience clapped for him and she felt her dark companion rebel against her. She walked away from him, not minding he was making him jealous as she became the center of attention.

As she took the spotlight she looked around the room of people. She had acted on thousands of stages before and she felt no thrill of terror, but more anticipation as the music softly started. The second the beat became recognizable the women in the room exploded as the men shouted and whooped full of energy as they all braced themselves for Cassandra’s performance.

“This was ne~ver the way I planned,” she sang, her voice a honey so fine it made the men in the room stiffen. She waved her hips in a slow sashay with the tune, her eyes winking out to the audience as they got excited for the song being played.

“Not my Intent~ion. I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discre~tion.” She twirled as her bound hair twilred around he rbody like a whip as she bent low to show off her goods as her tongue moved devilishly close to the microphone.

“It's not what I'm used to, just wa~nn~a try you on. I’m curio~us for yo~u. Caught my attenti~on…” her finger flexed outwards and it landed out in the audience towards the bar by a heavily inebriated girl. How the hell did Cassandra know it was Anita Orlouge? With a seductive curl she bent backwards and pulled the girl to her and like a spell cast upon the girl Anita obeyed. The drinks most certainly had something to do with it.

“I kissed a girl and I liked I~ttt,” Cassandra sang, lifting the knot out of her hair as it sprayed behind her like an opening fan. The guys drank her body in as the women sang back up for her chorus. “the taste of her cherry chapstick.” She licked her lips with seductive intent. “I kissed a girl just to tr~y I~ttt, I hope my boyfriend don't mi~nd it”

“IT FELT SO WRONG!” The girls in the bar sang.

“IT FELT SO RIGHT!” Cassandra bellowed back, faking hurt feelings. “Don’t mean I’m I~n love tonight. I kissed a girl and I liked it…I liked it!” She let her hand drag down as it swung back and forth, her legs moving in a way that made a runway model jealous. Her grace was evident as she reached the edge of the stage and let her hand out where Anita took it.

“No, I don't even know your name, it doe~sn't matter. You are my experimental game, just…human nature” she rubbed against her body with her own making suggestive thoughts as she let her hand grasp the girls. “It’s not what good girls do, not h~o~w they should behave. My head is so confused, hard to obey!” She moved around the girl stepping so close yet tantalizing to far as Anita began to pine for her.

The crowd cheered and sang her chorus as she danced with Anita, taking her hand and twirling her around and making her dance for the crowd as her own personal puppet. Cassandra’s eyes flashed to her, a smile so deadly with intent that it paralyzed all of Anita’s rational thought.

“Us girls we are so magi~cal,” Cassandra moved so slowly it made Anita cringe as she let her finger drop along her cheek line. The state of the men’s minds in the room was beyond her comprehension. “Soft skin, red lips, so kiss~able. Hard to resist, so touch~able. Too good to… deny it!” Cassandra moved dangerously close to the girl. Ain't no big deal, it's innocentttttttt….”

The tension between the two was so thick that the room nearly collapsed as Cassandra gently placed her lips on Anita’s, kissing the girl. What Cassandra didn’t expect, but ironically, didn’t mind, was Anita grabbing her face and holding the kiss just a little longer.

Without missing her cue Cassandra put on a roguish grin as she smiled leaning up against Anita and rolling her shoulders, bringing the mic closer so the two could finish the song together.

“It felt so wrong…it felt so right…”

[Satanfoot Blocker]

What in the fuck was going on?! Satanfoot Blocker was losing a karaoke contest?! It seemed as though everybody and their grandmother wanted to sing tonight. Judging from the bags around the last two girls eyes, Satanfoot wouldn't have doubted that grandmas -were- singing. The short man wobbled his way to the front of the stage. On his way, he grabbed one of the microphones that were apparently every damn where.

"Hey sexy lady," Satan foot said in his deepest voice. The target of his passion was Kyla Orlouge. What better way to take care of his main competition than by taking his woman from him? "Yeah, I'm talkin to you. Why don't you get over here, sweet thang?"

The flirtatious nature of Satanfoot was responded with by a laugh from the young girl, who quickly obliged. The heavy set warrior grabbed a chair and held it out to his lady for the evening. Kyla giggled a bit before giving a curtsey as a gesture of thanks before taking her seat. As Satanfoot waddled to the front of the girl, he gave her a wink. The howl of a guitar filled the room as Satanfoot began to scream.

"I've been really TRYYYYIN baby! Tryin to hold back this feeling, fo SOOOO long!" Satanfoot threw another wink at the girl before turning to Jensen. "And if you feel like I feel, baby, then, c'mon, oh, c'mon" Satanfoot dramatically spun badck towards the girl and hit his knees, forming his hands into pleading motion with her.

"Let's get it on. Ah, baby, let's get it on. Let's love, baby. Let's get it on, sugar. Let's get it on." The crowd's roars filled the room. Satanfoot was regaining his fan base that Jensen and the others tried so hard to steal from him. Motioning for several people to give him some support, three grown men grabbed the two-foot wonder and moved him towards Kyla's back.

"We're all sensitive people, with so much to give! Understand me, sugar since we've to be here let's live!" A stubby hand found its place upon the girls shoulder, comfortably sliding itself up and down the arm as a lover would do. Her skin was soft and smooth, and it cooled Satanfoot's palm to the touch. No doubt this girl was becoming putty in the karaoke king's hands.

"I love you. There's nothing wrong with me loving you, baby no no. And giving yourself to me can never be wrong, if the love is true. Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be? I'm asking you baby to get it on with me!"

Satanfoot was put back down on the floor when he finished that part of the song. He waddled his way around to Kyla's front side once more, puckering his lips up and blowing her a kiss. "I ain't gonna worry. I ain't gonna push, won't push you baby so c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby. Stop beatin' 'round the bush. Let's get it on. Let's get it on!"

Satanfoot noticed as he was belting out the words that Kyla's eyes were instinctively working their way back to jensen. As a result, the miniature man snapped his fingers with the ryhthm to bring Kyla's focus back on him. As she did, he placed two of his chubby fingers on his cheek to indicate he wanted a kiss. "You know what I'm talkin' 'bout. C'mon, baby let your love come out. If you believe in love let's get it on let's get it on, baby. This minute, oh yeah, let's get it on."

The girl replied by leaning down and pecking his cheek. This caused Satanfoot to whirl around and gauge Jensen's reaction. The crowd was applauding so loud the shortstack sensation could barely hear his own melodic voice in the speaker. "Please, let's get it on. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby. Stop beatin' 'round the bush. Oh, gonna get it on. Threaten' you, baby. I wanna get it on"

Turning back to the still seated Kyla, Satanfoot attempted to wrap both of his stubby arms around the girls legs to embrace her lovingly. "You don't have to worry that it's wrong. If the spirit moves ya, let me groove ya good Let your come down. Oh, get it on. C'mon, baby. Do you know the meaning? I've been sanctified. Girl, you give me good feeling!"

Satanfoot spun back around and held the mic forward with a gripped fist. Almost as soon as he did so, the mini man released his grip and let the device fall to the floor. It was as if Satanfoot was telling everyone 'Beat that, Fools'.

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen couldn’t believe the audacity of Satansfoot. He thought he served the crazed prankster, the bastard joker, the enigmatic immortal? Like hell he did Jensen thought as he watched the man strike his pose.

Kyla returned to him, her eyes full of life as she laughed, and when she noted Jensen’s tension she merely gestured to the stage to have the man regain his lost pride. Jensen looked to her with a wild grin as a disgusting idea came to his mind. He lifted himself up from his stool and gently escorted Kyla down and stole a quick kiss to her hand as he bent low to leave her. What he had in mind was most defiantly a question on ethics.

He silently hoped the girl would still like him after this stunt, but the moment was just to perfect and every inch of his fiber demanded he sing this song. He approached the band, grabbed a mic (there were hundreds of these things) and whispered his song to them. They all looked to him with wide eyes, but nodded once as they shrugged.

“I dedicate this song, to a man who’s stature is that of a giant in this room. My stiff competition, my comrade in the cruicable of battle, my confidant in all things musical…Satansfoot, this song is for you.”

Expecting the crashing of music the crowd got excited, but instead only the piano player seemed to be making noise. It was a soft, simple beat, not really one people could dance to. Jensen tappe dhis foot in tune with the music and then moved out to the floor, making his way to Satansfoot table.

With a gesture with his fre hand he hovered it palm facing down just above the man’s head. “Short people got no reason, short people got no reason, short people got no reason, to live,” he sang, his smile wide as the crowd gave mixed emotions. Some cheered, some laughed, some thought a line was crossed. Jensen didn’t care, he was in too deep to stop.

“They got little hands,” he grabbed the man’s sweaty palm and lifted it up. “Little eyes,” he pointed to them closely so his vision went cross eyed making him look goofy. “They walk around, tellin' great big lies, oh,” Jensen pushed himself away from the man as he went to the center of the dance floor.

“Short people got no reason, short people got no reason to live.” he waved his hands in the air and the audience joined him as the people surrounding him laughed patting the man on the back for being such a great sport.

Jensen approached the man again, bending over and tapping him on the nose. “They got little noses… and tiny little teeth,” he pushed his fingers so his lips parted to show his gums and pearly teeth. Majestic, they were not. “They wear platform shoes…on their nasty little feet,” Jensen pulled back to the center of the dance floor.

“Well, I don't want no short people, don't want no short people, don't want no short people `round here.” Jensen sang, his tone an even insulting melody as he thumbed the midget to the door. Jensen tipped his head to the crowd, fanning them off their hatred ot the man as he began the next verse.

“Short people are just the same, as you and I,” Jensen winked as he quickly added, “A fool such as I,” he twirled to Satansfoot again hugging the shorter man with one arm as he continued to sing. “All men are brothers, until the day they die!” he winked to the audience and spoke softly, “It's a wonderful world.” The music stopped and then picked up.

Jensen slowly made his way over to Kyla, singing like a sirens call. “Short people got nobody, short people got nobody, short people got nobody to love.” he bent down to her and again kissed her hand turning and moving back as he sang in a furious passion.

“They got little baby legs that stand so low,” he pointed as he walked to Satansfoot who looked down upon his feet and shrugged. “You got to pick em up just to say hello. They got little ponies that go beep, beep, beep. They got little voices goin' peep, peep, peep.” he lifted Satasnfoot’s sweaty palm again. “They got grubby little fingers,” he released the digits and pushed him gently on the head. “And dirty little minds; They're gonna get you every time.” Jensen turned slowly to the crowd, raising his hands in the air inviting them all in on the last lines. To his shock and joy, people did.

“Well, I don't want no short people, don't want no short people, don't want no short people 'round here!” Jensen turned and bowed to Satansfoot, lifting up and tossing the microphone in the air behind him as it clattered on the stage. He stood before the little guy and smiled, his grin wide as he mocked the same gesture that the midget had given him earlier before returning back to Kyla.

[Amber Eyes]

As Jensen sang Kyla's jaw dropped. She leaned in to Anita, "That's it, I'm going to marry this man."

"You don't even know him Kyla!" Anita slurred.

"Oh shut up and talk to your girlfriend!" Kyla said as she hopped off the barstool and went to meet Jensen as he finished the song.

"If I shutup I can't talk to my....wait a sec...you...you..." Anita called after her.

Kyla slapped Jensen on the butt as she passed him on her way to the stage. She was going to test his resolve tonight, no sense getting into trouble with Sei if she wasn't going to get anything out of the deal.

The music started and the crowd looked at her with interest. This was the first rock song she'd done all night.

Kyla tried her best to get that hardcore rock voice out as she began to sing,
"We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"

She walked to the edge of the stage to gage Jensen's reaction, he sure wasn't looking away.

"Cry at night
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah"

She stepped off the stage and picked a random man from the crowd, she sat on his lap as she sang the next lines, putting the mic to his lips for the "yeah"'s.

"Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah"

She walked around the bar, making sure to engage every man except the one she wanted.

"Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair"

With that Kyla ruffled her hair a bit and took off her shoes before she climbed on top of the bar. She walked along the bar, entertaining each person with a handshake or pat on the head.

"My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah"

Kyla reached the part of the bar where Jesen sat and sang the final part to him and him alone. The crowd now loudly filling in the "Yeah"'s for her.

"Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah"

Kyla's face turned red as she saw the look in Jensen's eyes and she quickly rushed back to the stage to put the mic back in it's proper place, something no one else seemed to be able to do tonight. Thankfully they kept multiplying or no one would be having any fun. She sat at a table full of people she didn't know and waited for Jensen's reaction.

[Enigmatic Immortal]

Jensen watched as she sang for him. She taunted him, she teased him, she desired him and repelled him in one motions into the next. He was star struck and he had barely been drinking. He turned to the bartender and she dropped off a pad and pencil before he said a word, grabbing a shot glass and pouring heavy, heavy liquors into it. This was his usual drink called the End Times, for it was highly potent and made you reach buzz in one or two sips of the shot. For the weak hearted it would lead to instant inebriation, for men of sterner stuff you had to pace the drinks out.

“Yup, I wanna marry this chick,” Jensen said as he saluted the bartender. She in turn smiled, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Just remember to send me an invite.” she joked.

He downed the glass, felt the warmth grip his throat and choke it as he slammed his fist into his chest wheezing out and smiling as he made way for the stage. When he approached it he turned to Kyla, winked to her while the women in the bar cheered and he picked up the mic.

“This song is for a pretty little lady, who stole my heart and needs to give it back tonight…if ya know what I mean…” he said in a seductive manner, winking again. HE waited for a moment, clicking is fingers before the band started up and he sang.

I thought love was only true in fairy tale~s,” he bounced on the spot. “Meant for someone else, but not for m~eee.” the girls shriked when he sang the song, and his ears rang out and he had to clap an ear over them to get the ringing out. He almost missed his next verse.

“Love was out to get to me, that's the way it seemed. Disappointment haunted all my dreamssss,” he did his faux fall diving back and twirling back up before he pointed to object of his affection.

“And then I saw her face, now I'm a belie~v~er,” he danced towards her, moving through the throng of women as he twirled a few, dipped an older lady, and stopped nerly touching a guy, then shrugging and dipping him as well twirling the man away. “Not a trace of doubt in my mind.”

The immortal dove to one knee and shook violently. “I'm in love!,” The crowd ooed for him singing his back up. “I'm a believer! I couldn't leave her, If I tried!” he rose back up and continued his slow saunter over to Kyla.

“I thought love was more or less a give~n thing. The more I gave the less I got, o~h y~ea~h! What's the use in trying? All you get is pain. When I wanted sunshine all I got was r~a~i~nnn,” he picked up Kyla’s drinking glass, as well as Anita’s as he flipped the microphone up in the air, pouring both drinks over them as he laughed twirling and lifting his hand up letting the mic fall into it.

“And then I saw her face, now I'm a belie~ve~r. Not a trace of doubt in my mind!” he wagged his finger to her. “I'm in love,” the crowd ‘ouu’ed once again for him. “I'm a believer! I couldn't leave her even If I tri~e~d.” he danced around with the other women, looking to Kyla to guage her reaction as he howled with laughter. When it was time again he dove towards her on his knees.

“What's the use in trying? All you get is pai~n! When I wanted sunshine I got r~a~i~n~nnn…” the music paused as Jensen lifted his hand to the heavens. When he brought it down with authority the music blasted out.

“And then I saw her fa~ce, now I'm a believer! Not a trace of doubt in my mind! I'm in love (Ouuu) I'm a believer! I couldn't leave her, If I tried!” He picked up Kyla with his free hand forcing her over to him as he danced with her, letting her feet move around him as he sang with her, flipping the mic in the air as needed to perform the complex rhythm of dancing and emotions.

“Then I saw her face!” the hole audience sang for him as he tossed the mic away to give Kyla his full attentions.

“Now I'm a believer!” The moogle praised the heavens.

“Not a trace!“ The tiny sheep sang happily skipping around them. “Of doubt in my mind!”

“Now I'm a belie~ve~r!” to each of the following notes Jensen and Kyla whipped their heads around letting their hair flow out in a wild fan energy. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye~a~hhh~h!” Jensen pushed her gently away, twirled back and turned so his back would be to her as he felt her hands push him away playfully. Somebody tossed him the mic back.

“I'm a believer!” he sang happily to the gods themselves for this woman. “Then I saw her fa~ce I'm a believer! Not a tr~a~ce, of doubt in my mind, I'm a believer!” he slammed the mic down, turned to the girl he loved and his closed his eyes to kiss her passionately.

What should have probably been noted was that during this time, Sei had telepathically called out to Jensen’s comrade from his order of Knights, a girl named Stephanie. Tired and annoyed that she had to get up she was in no mood for games. Angrily she ripped her boots off the ground and put them on her feet leaving the cave and going to Sei.

She bowed lazily to her lord, looking up as he merely opened the door to show Jensen dancing around like a fruit cake for this woman he was with. This was normally never a problem for her, as Jensen had been known to bring home several women in the past. Yet when she wiped the sleep from her eyes and realized he was attempting to score with the daughter of her current employer she immediately reacted to preserve what shreds of dignity the trio of Knights from their order had left.

Taking the gunblade from the mystic she had walked into the bar with purpose as she watched him push Kyla away, and when she twirled Stephanie grabbed her wrist, tripped her up so the girl would stumble to a chair safely next to her sister. Stephanie then strolled up, lifted the blade vertically and when Jensen turned for his passionate kiss he instead let his lips lock with the metal sheen of the Lawmaker.

BLAM!

She then turned to the girl he was seducing and gave her an appraising eye. “Uh, sorry bout your boyfriend,” she muttered scratching the back of her head as she let out a soft chuckle. “But uh, if you want to see him again he’ll be up to his usual antics tomorrow morning. You can visit him in the cave, room…uh…Jensen Ambrose…I think…god I’m tired…” she mumbled looking back to the body.

Then with an irritation of having to have done this many times before, Stephanie sighed, leaned down, and pulled Jensen’s corpse out of the room while everyone looked in shock what had happened. When she reached the door she looked to the throng of confused people. “Well? Keep singing!” she ordered.

Strangely enough, someone did.

[Amber Eyes]

Kyla stood in horror as some strange woman shot Jensen with the lawmaker. She'd been told of him immortality, but that had to freaking hurt! She barely noticed the person who'd gotten up to sing behind her.

"Well...guess it's time to face the music...ha-ha. Let's go Anita, can you walk?"
Kyla helped her sister off the barstool and let her use her as a crutch to get out of the bar.

"I didn't even tell Cassandra bye!" Anita cried as they left the establishment. "She'll think I'm terribly rude!"

"It's going to be okay Anita, right now we've got bigger issues"

As the girls made their way home Kyla knew that Sei was going to put her on some sort of restriction. She could only hope she wasn't allowed to leave the cave, heck maybe Jensen wouldn't be either. Kyla smiled as she pondered what on earth they would talk about over the dinner table tomorrow night. As she walked she couldn't help but think about that last singer before she left, something about him just seemed so familiar. She shook off the feeling and allowed herself laugh at Anita who apparently just realized that Kyla had stolen her holy water and gotten her drunk.

"I'm going to kill you..." Anita slurred.

"I'm sure you are...I'm sure you are."

[Sapphire Eyes]

The strange man walked to the stage after the gunblade incident. He took the mic and sang to the girl who was now leaving the bar with her drunk sister.

"When you were just a young
girl and still in school
How come you never
learned the golden rule?
Don't talk to strange men
don't be a fool
I'm hearing stories
I don't think that's cool"

THe man moved a bar stool to the stage and stared the audiance down as he sang.

"Why don't you tell me
someone is loving you?
Cause you're my girl
some say it's no longer true
You're seeing some
slick continental dude
I'm begging you, please"

The man stood and made his way to the bar, where he picked up a small bottle he'd seen Kyla set there before. He pocketed the bottle and continued.

"Don't talk to strangers
Baby don't you talk
Don't talk to strangers
You know he'll only use you up
Don't talk, don't talk don't talk
Don't talk, don't talk to him
Nobody talk nobody
ever told you

Now tell me, how's
life in the big city?
I hear the competition's
tough, baby that's a pity
And every man's an actor
every girl is pretty
I don't like what's
getting back to me

Now who's this
Don Juan I've been hearing of?
Love hurts when only one's in love
Did you fall at first sight
or did you need a shove?
I'm begging you, please"

He made his way back to his stool, thinking of her beautiful blue eyes as he finished off his song.

"(*Fais l'amour avec moi) [*Make love to me]
What's he saying baby?
(*Viens dormir, mon amour) [*Come to sleep my love]
I asked you not to talk to him
(*Je t'aime donne moi ton coeur ce soir)
[*I like you to give me your heart this night]
I'm begging you'


Jaxx Stone stepped off the stage with a new determination. He had come to find Kyla Orlouge and he'd be damned if that Jensen guy was going to stop him.

[Unfulfilled]

Regal had been having a blast tonight as he downed more ale while Noel and Troy made out next to him. Of course, this wasn’t that Troy agreed to this gross display of public affection, but more Noel couldn’t contain herself after their amazing dance act. He chuckled as he watched him, looking at the droplets of his drink before a sense of brooding came over the Demon of Swords.

Out in the world, still enjoying their title was Karel Raven, the current Saint of Swords. Regal had to take that title for himself in order for him to move on with his life. An irrational hatred built within him as he slammed his fists upon the table angrily, teeth snarling as he breathed heavily.

“Jeeze Regal,” Noel slurred. “What’s up with you?” Troy gave Regal a more concerned look. The man didn’t understand the Sword Demon’s plight, but he knew of it and how it plagued him ever day. The man also knew he cared for Regal despite how much the two never talked about the friendship they refused to admit was there. Traveling for three years did that to a man.

“He’s upset that we can’t get moving until the morning,” Troy spoke for the grey swordsman. “And he’s probably pouting how he can’t sing yet as these people have been hogging the microphone. Why don’t you show the world your feelings, Regal?” The two looked to each other and then with a shrug the demon of swords stood walking to the bar.

There he found the pad and pencil that would allow him to turn his feelings into music. Next to him was the moogle and his trio of doll like friends, and feeling the moment was right he turned to them.

“Sing back up for me,” he ordered. The moogle looked to his friends and then to Regal. With a shrug the sheep, the moogle, and the creepy looking turtle with a lantern and chef’s knife followed after him to the stage. He heard his feet echoing as the audience looked to him, expecting something great. He would show them greatness, for that would be what Karel Raven would have shown.

As the song started it turned into a sober beat that enraptured the audience as all eyes took form on him.

“I dedicate this song to people who had dreams, dreams other people stomped under their heel without care to those they crushed. I’ll show my dream to him one day, and crush all of his. I’ll be a little liberal with the lyrics, by the way.” he added quickly as a side note. The audience cheered as the music picked up, a deep, melodic beat of heavy drums.

“I know that your powers of retention are as wet… as a warthog's backsi~de,” he sang deeply with purpose. The audience shifted to his words, not really energetic, but listening to him. “But thick as you are, pay attention!” he snapped to the moogle trio, causing all three to salute him quickly. “My words are a matter of pride!”

He circled them like a hungry shark, letting his grin widen. “It's clear from your vacant expressions the lights are not all on upstairs, but we're talking saints and successions!
Even you can't be caught unawares!” he moved along the edge of the stage and danced, his movements precise and clear as he sang out to the audience who drank in his every word.

“So prepare for a chance of a lifetime. Be pre~pared for sensa~tion~al news
A shining new era, is tiptoeing nearer,” he tiptoed the stage edge with a grace legendary of an elf.

“And where do we feature?” The moogle called out to him, a mic passing between the three as Regal turned to them with a bemused smile of ignorance.

“Just listen to teacher,” he bowed to the audience and rose up, his hand moving around to them all as he explained his grand plans. “I know it sounds sor~did, but you'll be re~ward~ed when at last I am given my dues!” As he sang he sang from his heart, beleving the injustice of him not being the current reigning Saint of Swords. “And injustice deliciously squared; Be~eee pre~par~ed!” he sang letting the notes ring out. Tim the yan moved quickly over nearly tripping Regal, who looked down to the sheep with angry eyes.

“Yeah, Be prepared!” he spoke quickly letting his tongue hang out to the side in glee. “Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh....For what?” he asked dumbly.

“For the death of the Saint of Swords.” Regal explained like he would to a child.

“Why? Is he sick?” Tim asked confused

“No, fool-- we're going to kill him.” He leaned down to them and winked, nudging the sheep and moogle with his hand. “And Kai Atari too.”

“Great idea! Who needs a Sword Saint?” Duke sang happily as he turned to Tim and they both grabbed paws and hooves as they danced in a circle, laughing playfully.

“No Saint! No Saint! La--la-la--la-laa-laa!” they cheered. Regal slapped one fist over his head and then roared out his next line.

“Idiots! There will be a Saint!

Time suddenly became rather confused. “Hey, but you said, uh…” Regal moved on the sheep, entering his personal space knocking him over as be bent down and let them in on the big secret.

“I will be Saint!” he turned to his audience and rose his hand in offering to them all. He eyed Noel and Troy, both looking at Regal. The girl seemed rather confused, but Troy just gave him his sad usual look that he had gotten used to. Either way he felt every inch of his fiber believe in these words he spoke. “Stick with me, and you'll never go hungry again!

“Yaay! All right! Long live the Saint!” they moogle and sheep chanted as they danced out to the crowd, infecting them as the audience members joined in the song.

“Long live the Saint! Long live the Saint!”

“It's great that we'll soon be connected, with a king who'll be all-time adored” the throng of bar attendees all sang as one, a unified, army like structure to their tones as Regal jumped off stage and on too tables, moving around them as he spun his microphone around in joy, howling in laughter as he moved among his loyal subjects.

He stopped before hi s own table, drawing attention to Troy and Noel as he leaned down low to them. “Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected…To take certain duties on board.” he turned and walked away from them aimlessly. “The future is littered with prizes, and though I'm the main addressee,” he spoke as if this next part was a tiny minute detail. “The point that I must emphasize is~sss…” he turned to the table next to him, scaring a short man with his ale knocking it over as he screamed to him in a melodic cry of passion. “You won't get a sniff without me!!!”

Regal jumped up upon his table, kicking over drinks and being a nuisnace, but the crowd drank himin, cheering and singing for him as he bounced around in a melody that made the gods turn their heads to him. “So prepare for the coup of the century!” he sang as if his life would end if he didn’t.

Singing his backup was his ever faithful audience. “Oooh!”

“Be prepared for the murkiest scam! (Oooh... La! La! La!),“ Regal kicked over a chair and used it’s falling momentum to let him down to the dance floor where they all made room for him like he were a radiant noble and they all were mindless pawns.

”Meticulus planning, (We’ll have food) Tenacity spanning (Lots of food)!” he sang as he twirled his Katana he dubbed Tenacity to the side before returning it to his sheathe. Each note he sang next he spoke with heated indignation like he had been wronged so horribly in life.

“Decades of denial,” he spat. “(We repeat) Is simply why I'll,” he took the center stage and watched as the audience moved around the floor in strict military lines, each marching and saluting the Sword Demon as his two cohorts danced around them like idiots.

“Be king undisputed, Respected, saluted, AND SEEN FOR THE WON~DER I AM!” he roared, his words echoing along the air with venom as the softest trace of a demon’s laughter hissed in the air. He looked down like a hungry lion seeing prey, his smile wide as he felt the energy in the room while all eyes looked up to him. “Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared,” he lifted his hand head up with a devils smile. “Be prepared!”

He lifted his hand to his adoring fans and they all joined him for the final words. “Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared, be~eee pre~par~ed!” they all sang before long it ended with a laughter, a sinister laughter of one who plotted great evil. Eventually it died down as did the music and Regal nodded to his fans returning to his table.

To the audience, Regal sang a song that made them all enjoy the moment, fee alive and like he could do great things, but to the Sword Demon he sang something else.

He sang a song for Karel Raven, he sang the Sword Saint’s requiem for him. The words, the notes, each pitch was made to emphasize that one day, one glorious day, the Demon of Swords would cast aside his dark past and become the Saint of Swords. Until that day had come he would sit and plot.

He waited this long, no need to rush the inevitable.

[Satanfoot Blocker]

Satanfoot was impressed with the sheer volume of mildly decent singers that came out tonight. Of course, none of them could beat the King of Karaoke, the Hero of the Hits, the God of Good Music. His eyes shifted as the bouncers began to collect all of the duplicating microphones. That's what stem mic research got ya. As they began to return the mics, Satanfoot grabbed one and spun his fingers in a 'whoop de doo' fashion.

The DJ knew that this meant Satanfoot was preparing his big finish. It was time to blow the house down. The beat picked up and the fans went bat-shit insane with cheers. Everyone who was anyone knew what was coming. Unfortunately, all the new blood didn't.


"What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?" The little person waddled his way to the lesbian who had just lost her significat other. He motioned for her to kneel towards him and she did as he sang the next part.

"Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key. Oh I get by with a little help from my friends. Mmm,I get high with a little help from my friends. Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends." The girl smiled a wicked smile as Satanfoot ignored her now and went onto the moogle. He swung his arm around the hardcore rocking fluff thing and patted the sheep on the head.

"Do you need anybody?" He asked the two

"I need somebody to love." Was the reply from both.

"Could it be anybody?"

"I want somebody to love."

"What do I do when my love is away?" He asked as he began to make his way over to Regal, who quickly joined in.

"Does it worry you to be alone?"

"How do I feel by the end of the day?"

"Are you sad because you're on your own"

"No, I get by with a little help from my friends. Mmm, get high with a little help from my friend. Mmm, gonna to try with a little help from my friends" Satanfoot climbed atop the mans shoulders and leapt off into the crowd, who bodysurfed the extremely heavy shortstack straight towards Sei Orlouge. He grabbed the leg of the mute and spun himself around the serious telepath, straight between the legs. When he released and rocketed himself towards Jaxx, Sei stumbled down from having such a hefty figure use him as a makeshift stripper pole.

"Do you need anybody?" Jaxx asked as Satanfoot pointed his mic to the crowd, who sang the next part with him.

"I need somebody to love."

"Could it be anybody?"

"I want somebody to love." The powerful Master of the Mic made his way back to centerstage. At this point, he saw nothing but lighters and other small objects that could produce light waving in the air to his beat. The crowd was eating him up, and he loved every minute of it.

"Would you believe in a love at first sight?" The crowd shouted at the man.

"Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time." He said with a smile, spinning around and pointing his mic back at the crowd.

"What do you see when you turn out the light?"

"I can't tell you, but I know it's mine." He said as he pointed at several females, including Cassandra. The points were accompanied by a wink and a noise that sounded like 'bang', causing most of the girls to faint from being acknowleged.


"Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends"

"Do you need anybody?" The crowd asked one more time as they began to build up to the chorus.

"I just need someone to love." At this point, Satanfoot noticed that there were a few drunks in the crowd, moshing to the easy going beat. The small man was a bit concerned, but he continued the song anyways.

"Could it be anybody?"

"I want somebody to love"

O"h, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Ooh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends" As Satanfoot held the final note, he didn't notice one of the drunkards beers spilling onto a lighter. That lighter tossed some of the alcohol onto another and began to cause a violent chain reaction in the bar until

BOOM!

Satanfoot and the rest of the patrons uncovered themselves from the rubble. Miraculously, nobody had been hurt in the explosion. The small guy looked around and met eyes with the group of people who were once his adoring fans. As the sun came up, everybody had the same thought, and they all said it as they looked at Satanfoot Blocker.

"BEST. PARTY. EVER!"

It was good to be the King.

[Duffy]

Karaoke Masters Judgement

In light of the time it has taken for workshop to judgement, I will offer very brief comments where needed for the overall thread, as opposed to anything particularly glaring from one character or another. If you have any questions regarding the scores, comments or deliberations therein, please contact myself or another member of staff, who will be only too glad to help.

Story: (14/30)

Continuity: (5) Nothing glaring in terms of continuality. It is difficult to keep track of things in a populated thread, to improve on the whole take care when reading the preceding post.

Setting: (4) Very Spartan on the setting front, or if it was established by one, it was ignored or not capitalised on by another. Too much focus on personal characters/stories within the thread as well.

Pacing: (5)

Character: (17/30)

Dialogue: (7) Best part of the thread, perhaps ironically, was the dialogue between the characters as opposed to the singing itself. What’s not to love about ballbusters, the undead, Moogles and mute mystics hitting up a bar? Hell yeah!

Action: (6) A little too much action *cough*pelvic thrusting*cough* but well played and dynamic.

Persona: (4) Despite being out of your comfort zones (for the most part) you held it together. Very basic or limited persona from most was a cut below the rest here.

Writing: (11/30)

Technique: (4)

Mechanics: (3) A rather disturbing amount of mechanical errors in everyone’s writing, I know it wasn’t serious and rather speedily typed guys, but please be more careful in the future. Five minutes to proofread isn’t much in a day!

Clarity: (4)

Wildcard: 8/10

For a ‘fun’ thread, this turned out pretty well. Giggles abound! I would however be careful regarding song lyrics. Please try and reference/pay homage to the original artists, either in a brief OOC box or remark in each post or at the end of the thread in the spoils box.

Total: 50/100


Experience & Gold:

Satanfoot Blocker receives 285 experience and 150 gold.

Dissillussioned receives 194 experience and 75 gold.

Kupo! receives 194 experience and 75 gold.

Enigmatic Immortal receives 1291 experience and 250 gold.

Unfulfilled receives 489 experience and 75 gold.

Amber Eyes receives 712 experience and 250 gold.

Sapphire Eyes receives 132 experience and 75 gold.

Sheex receives 265 experience and 75 gold.

Lavinian Ambition receives 334 experience and 75 gold.

Requiem of Insanity receives 284 experience and 75 gold.

Silence Sei receives 872 experience and 150 gold.

[Silence Sei]

GP-EXP added.

LA leveled! Rest of California in tears.