Ass-kickers, unite!

Ever feel like you were born in the wrong time - like you should have been born earlier, when the music was... real? (Indie Eddie Riggs RP blog. WIP)

[tostoppeoplelikeme-blog]

  "It’s…it’s for fighting,okay?"

[ironheadwithane]

"Fighting in the sensual way, right?

Cause, man, that looks like it'd chafe like a motherfucker with actual fighting."

[actslikeeverybodysdad-blog]

  "Uh huh, sure."

[ironheadwithane]

"I'm telling the damn truth man.

Look at my face.

Does it look like a lying face to you?"

[sirenofflame-archive]

  "Yeah? Likewise, babe. Not to mention you’ve got some sick gauntlets to boot."

[ironheadwithane]

"Thanks, spikes always complete that metal look, y'know? And I'm digging the look you're going for--" Well, other than the part where she reminds him just a little, of a teardrinker, but overall less black. So it transitions into cool.

"Like your hair, kinda looking like fire, that's so sick, how'd you do it?

You gotta be in a band."

[kid-omega]

  "Also good songs. To be honest pretty much everything on the Never Mind the Bollocks album has been my favorite at one time or another.

"Good to know. So, whose approval am I gaining? Name’s Quentin Quire."

[ironheadwithane]

"You got real good taste, there, man" He's a giant doof, so it's not exactly a surprise this was how this conversation was going. He doesn't have to worry about any armies or fighting for the death, so he can kinda be himself with music.

"Name's Eddie. Eddie Riggs, professional roadie. Nice to fucking meet ya, Quentin." And his meaty hand raises for a handshake with the much smaller Quire.

[let-there-berock-blog]

[actslikeeverybodysdad-blog]

  "Maybe stop pissin everyone off."

[ironheadwithane]

"I can't really stop.

It kinda just happens.

I don't mean to."

[kid-omega]

  "Holiday in Cambodia by Dead Kennedys, Bodies by Sex Pistols, aaand, I dunno, I wanna be Sedated by the Ramones. At the moment. My favorites change frequently.

"What about you? What gives you the authority to test my credibility?"

[ironheadwithane]

He was more into metal of course, but metal and punk have always been kinda room mates in the music industry.

"Blitzkrieg bop, God save the queen, and Where eagles dare, man. And I'm just testing if you're more than just somebody riding the style. So yeah, you're cool in my books."

[actslikeeverybodysdad-blog]

  He just growls at that.

[ironheadwithane]

"I can tell you aren't a fan of what I said.

Don't stab me.

I've been stabbed enough in my life."

[actslikeeverybodysdad-blog]

  "…Born with the claws, metal came later."

[ironheadwithane]

"I hope they were in when you were born.

If not my condolences to your mother."

[ironheadwithane]

kid-omega started following you

"Quick, name your three favourite punk songs!"

[actslikeeverybodysdad-blog]

  "…Not a cop. These are claws, not knives."

[ironheadwithane]

"Oh thank god. I'm not tripping on something I don't remember taking and you're not a cop--

Not that I'm a criminal.

But uh, original questions still stand, but replace knives with claws."

[actslikeeverybodysdad-blog]

  He just stares at the other man. “The hell are you on?”

[ironheadwithane]

"Apparently some fuckin' awesome stuff that I need to procure more of.

Or not, if it's illegal and I'm speaking to a cop on accident.

You're not a cop, are you?"

[ironheadwithane]

somebloodypeace started following you

"DUDE!

YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING FACE IS ON FIRE!

DO YOU NEED ME TO GET WATER OR SOMETHING?

MAYBE A FIREFIGHTER?"

[tostoppeoplelikeme-blog]

  "Just shut up. It’s not a gimp suit."

[ironheadwithane]

A small breath of laughter escapes him.

"Are--Are you sure? 

I won't judge if you are, man.

Everybody's got their kinks."

[xtrustawitch]

  She hadn’t even really been paying attention — Thursday had been reading a case file — but the tone of ‘guilt’ pulled her back into reality. 

An eyebrow rose. 

"Generally people don’t feel the need to reassure strangers that weapons on their person are fake.”

[ironheadwithane]

"Well you know just--

Just--

Uh

Doing that thing where I'm making it clear, I mean this does look really real, I know.

But I assure you it's only cause the dude who made it for me is really fu--talented."

[ironheadwithane]

Ifinallylost started following you

He glances down. Then up. then down again.

"Couple'a questions.

One, are those knives in your knuckles.

Two, if those are real, where did you get them, asking for a friend.

Three, how much did it hurt? I mean, still asking for my friend who may or may not want fuckin' sweet knuckle knives.

And four, do they always go snikt?"

[robin-or-hood]

  "You’re not a very good liar, pal." He laughs, still leaning casually. "Don’t worry. I’m not sure not one to complain about hauling weapons around, as long as you don’t pull it out on the wrong guy. As long as you keep in out of anyone’s chest cavity, we’re not going to have a problem." He continues to inspect the guitar, at least what he can see of it.

"You made that, huh? Nice craftsmanship."

[ironheadwithane]

"I can't think of anything to argue that. I'm a shit liar, unless we're talking smoking and drinking before I was legal, then I was a god damn great one." His body language is casual, of course, it rarely wasn't, maybe that one time a demon emperor invaded his personal space, but who wouldn't be a little freaked out, then? "I uh--Try not to do that, to you know, people. Demon's are totally fair game, right? 

And hell yeah! Thanks, man. Her name's Clementine, and she makes beautiful music." That sometimes literally did the face-melting thing so many rockers want.