Dali was not amused. Not only had this red-headed derelict interrupted the show, but he had also begun causing a scene. This would not have been a problem, had Dali himself not also been causing his own scene. A different sort of scene, but a scene nonetheless. He'd deal with that later. He figured now was as good a time as any to try something new. [color=39b54a][i]I really hope I'm drunk enough for this finale.[/i][/color] He struck a wide-footed stance, a "power stance" and tried to focus. He could feel his spell weakening. He closed his eyes while the white-haired ninja and the weirdo-wizard guy settled whatever issue the guy had. [color=39b54a][i]Maybe he's just drunk.[/i][/color] He concentrated, feeling the air in the room start to ionize, his hallucinatory spell's success dependent on the changing air pressure. [color=39b54a]"Thisss sshow iss ssscrewed."[/color] He looked toward the door, where the two intriguing strangers had just exited. [color=39b54a]"Unless..." [i]Please be drunk enough...[/i][/color] And he cracked his knuckles and began to play. e|--9---------------drinks began to steam-----------------------|[color=39b54a][i]YES YES YES![/i][/color] B|-12(14)~---12(14)-12p9-----------------------------12-14(16)~-| G|-----------------------11-9-11(13)~~-------9-11/13------------| D|-----------------the lights blurred and rippled------9h11-----| A|--------------------------------------------------------------|[color=39b54a][i]IT'S WORKING![/i][/color] E|--------------------------------------------------------------| His fingers blurred, his claws dulled themselves, he played so fast. One chipped, the fragment flying through the air, unnoticed, to land in a patron's rye whiskey and soda. The drink's owner noticed nothing. The lights in the room glowed brighter. He spit out his cigar, where it smoked on the floor, leaving behind only the smell of pine and lemon. e|-----------------------------------------| B|-14p12----14(17)~--14(17)14p12----14-12~-| G|-------13----------------------13--------|[color=39b54a][i]CAN'T HOLD BACK-[/i][/color], he thought, then answered himself: [color=39b54a][i]But why would I want to?[/i][/color] D|-----drinks began to boil----------------| A|-----------------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------------| Everyone left in the room beheld flames erupting from Dali's hands. They saw his claws smoking. They watched reality break like ethereal glass as his music became beautiful chaos. --------5-------[color=39b54a]CRY TO YOUR GODS[/color]--------------------------8--8-----------8-5------------------------8b10---------7b9----------7-5---7p5--------------------------------------------7------7p5--------------------------[color=39b54a]PRAY FOR MERCY[/color]-----------------------8------------------ ---------------------------------------------------8b10---8--5-------8--10--8---------Dali's brain felt like bursting-------------5----like a rotten melon------------------8b10----------10-8----8h10------------8-5--- ------------------Dali's mind was changing----------------10-----his [i]soul[/i] was changing------7b9-------7-----------------------------Someone was screaming-------------------------------------------------------------------------[color=39b54a]THE GODS MUST RISE[/color]----------------------Dali was screaming-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------5-----------------------------------------The fire rose higher and higher----------------8-5---------------------5---7p5------------5---5-5-----------7-5--7p5--------------7-----7-5---5-7----7------5------------7----7p5-7p5----------------7-----------------------------------------8-------------------------------------he could feel it--------------------------[color=39b54a]IF THEY ARE TO FALL[/color]---------------------------------------------------[color=39b54a]CHAOS ENSUES[/color]------------------------------13----------10------------------ Light blended into matter and the air surged with electricity. Dali's figure seemed to warp into something with eight arms and three heads. It became something awful, something unfathomable, something [i]arcane.[/i] Dali wasn't bothered. -12----12-14----------10----12-10----10-12/14----14-----------8/12-------------12--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------15b17-15-12------------------15b17-15-13--15-13-13-------------15b17-15-13---------------------[color=39b54a]the air sizzled[/color]-------------------------------14----------the darkness had weight------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[color=39b54a]SONG OF THE OLD ONES[/color]------------------------------------------------higher and higher, the fire raged---------------------------13-15b17b15p13----13-15b17b15p13----13---15b17b15p13----13--15b17b15p13--------------------14----------------14------------------14-----------------14---------------------the darkness was heavy-------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------[color=39b54a]screaming echoes[/color]--------------------------------------------------------------------the light strobed faster and faster------------------------------------------------ Dali's eight arms became eight tentacles, then ten, then a raging black inferno, and then it was done. As quickly as it came, nothing more than echoes and a memory of a horrifying/incredible performance. Dali's music started to even out as he calmed down, his brain ceasing to be drunk, and starting to become, instead, just tired. e|-------A prayer---------9--------9-----------9-----------------------------| B|--------------9---12(14)---12-9----9---12-9------------------------| G|-----9-11(13)--------------that bears-----12----------12-11-9----11(13)--9~~-| D|-/11------------------------------------------------11-------------| A|------------------no blessing-------------------------------------------------| E|-------------------------------------------------------------------| Then all was silent and still. He panted, tongue hanging out. [color=39b54a][i]For an instrumental... That was one hell of a finale.[/i][/color] He bobbed his head again to the audience, shouted, [color=39b54a]"Good night, everybody! Or... day. Or whatever time it is. Good bye, everybody! I'll be back in the future!"[/color] He sprinted down to his table, and grabbed his rucksack, coiling his chain around his arm, and slinging his guitar on his back. He clapped the child/woman at the table on the shoulder. [color=39b54a]"Thanksss for keeping an eye on everything."[/color] He tossed her a coin for her trouble, and started toward the door, before realizing that the coin he'd given her was the exact one that he needed to keep. He ran back, snatched it off the table, and left two coppers in its place. [color=39b54a]"Sssorry, needed that one."[/color] Most of the audience just sat and sweated nervously. Several automatons made satisfied whistling noises, and the barkeep clapped as he jogged out the door, bristling with curiosity at- [color=39b54a][i]What the hell was that about[/i][/color] -the two most strange of strangers. He swung the door open just in time to see the redheaded wizard shoot a little ball of fire down an alley. [color=39b54a]"Careful, there. You play with fire, you're two sssteps away from being a ssserial killer. Jussst leavess animal cruelty and bedwetting."[/color] Dali chuckled as he approached.