doku | VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US

You didn't, but they're already dead as wrong about their first born, it's only right that they're wrong about the second one, too.

[Being a choreographer sounded like fun! And incredibly difficult work, all things considered!]

I mean, I'm not going to be disrespectful, but let's just say your parents and I won't ever get along. In part because, as your partner, I'm gonna be your biggest cheerleader.

[There's no room for that bitter negativity shit, okay. There's enough of it that's produced natural, dealing with anything extra is just unnecessary.]

Heh. I appreciate the sentiment, but it's not something you need to worry about. I don't know where they live these days; they're dead to me. Hell, they might actually be dead, and I wouldn't know.

I'm sure we would have come out as disappointments if we became anything less than a priest and a nun. Neither of those jobs have anything to do with making music or dancing.

[Strictly speaking, anyway.]

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Well, your sister could always come up with a really epic dance number involving habits, and I'm more than sure I can come up with creepy lyrics regarding the hopelessness and blind faith of religion! So we can classify ourselves as a creative success if nothing else!

[And that's her silver lining about the whole thing!]

This it?

[The GPS says so!]

Hah! You're a terrible enabler-type, aren't you?

[Ugh, are they here already?]

Yeah...

[He steps out of the truck when they park, taking a moment to psyche himself up before they go in.]

Hopefully this will be short.

[And up the elevator they go, back up to the penthouse suite that has a view they'll likely not see the likes of for the forseeable future.

And what's there?

Less then a dozen sets of clothing, and they're all for lounging around. A single mask--the one he already had when he signed on--is all thats left for props.]

You've got to be kidding.

A filthy enabler.

[And hopefully it will be short, but while he psyches himself up she ... Tries to be vaguely more realistic. It's probably not going to go that well at all, so she absorbs the sun a little and follows him along. She dances a little in place in the elevator. When they get there ... It's actually worse than she thought it would be.]

Hey, [She rests her hand on his arm gently, squeezes if he doesn't shove her off.] like I said, we can always go shopping.

[That's not the point, it's not the actual clothes so much as how vicious the whole thing is, how sudden and cold - she knows that, but they can't do anything about what's already happened.]

[Yeah, that's pretty much it. That and the only pair of street clothes to his name are the ones he's currently wearing.

He sighs.] I was just hoping we'd be able to get out of town today.

[Krieg picks up the mask and looks it over thoughtfully. It still means a lot to him, but his tastes and identity have developed so much since the first time he put it on...he wants to keep it, even though he doesn't think he'll wear it again.

Oh well.

He gathers up what's left behind and lets out a large exhale.]

I guess I this is it.

Hey, if you're cool with going shopping in some sweatpants and a shirt, we can do the shopping thing outside of the city limits.

[That seems to be it, but dwelling will only make it hurt more.]

After all, the world is literally our oyster, we can do whatever the hell we want, no one gets to say shit about it.

[They get to leave that behind with this place.]

I don't think I do.

[With the whole lot to his name tucked in his arms, he takes one last glance around the deserted place before they head back downstairs.

Come to think of it...]

Actually, Izzy probably knows all the great fashion hot spots in Vegas. Might be more fun to shop in a real tourist trap.

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[She doesn't know what he means by that first statement - that he doesn't get to do whatever he wants now? That they aren't living outside it all now? Who could say. But it's also maybe not the aspect to focus on, so!]

Then let's finish up the little things and go tonight!

[Maybe he'll feel better - or begin the process of it, once they've put some distance between themselves and the city.]

[He means he wouldn't be bothered by shopping in his jammies, basically.]

Yeah. [He says it out in a sigh, sounding relieved at the offer.] Grocery shopping next, right?

Yep! Shouldn't take too long, either, we just need enough to make it there. [It can be, like many other aspects of this excursion, a trial run anyway. They'll figure out what they really need, how it's all supposed to fit together.

Needless to say she's a big fan of dealing with things as they arrive. So back to the truck they go, where Nariko takes the driver's seat again. Of to the store they go!!]

[And fitting is the majority of the battle.]

We need cookware too, don't we. [Ah, shit.] I'm glad we're not starting from the ground up on finances.

[One would argue that the two of them could just live off of eating out. To which I argue...

It's Noriko and Krieg.

Making their own is really the most financially reasonable choice.]

And glasses and tupperware. But not cleaning supplies!

[She bought those ahead of time to get the trailer as shiny as possible!] It'll be alright. To be honest they ended up giving me enough to live comfortably for years, but that's only because I got away with using the family lawyer. I don't want to talk with Vergil on a normal day, so I can only imagine how terrifying he is when he's actually doing his job!

[Granted ... Nariko had pretty much forfeited not just her materialistic items like the clothes, makeup, gifts from other artists as well as fans, but most of her contacts as well. If she was so much as caught humming a CI song on youtube she'd be in breach of the agreement she signed and probably end up in court.

But it sure was a hell of a lot of money!]

I should've asked you for his number. Maybe I'd have more than a twentieth of my closet.

[It's not like he's walking away truly empty-handed anyway, so it's hard to complain too much. He's not worried about spending the next few months strictly on getting their new endeavor started, if all they're concerned about is travel, composition, and making ends meet.

You know, after thinking about it...]

Heh. We're kinda on perma-tour once we get started, aren't we? That's pretty awesome.

[He liked the touring, for the most part, especially compared to sitting still.]

Oh, you can bet that I got the ass chewing of a lifetime for asking him to negotiate something. If it wasn't for all my dad used to do for him I think he would have just blocked my phone number.

[Whether he's upset about it or not she'd have absolutely offered the man's services if they were hers to give out. Oh well.]

Pretty much! We're going to get very comfortable with that trailer. [This, of course, sparks off a thought for her.] Do you need pillows? I brought four but people are surprisingly picky about that kind of stuff.

Jesus. Maybe not a price I was willing to pay.

[Especially given his tendency to bite back.]

Need? [he asks, somewhat incredulously.] What if we brought a bunch? They can come in real handy if we need a quick echo-proof recording booth.

[Probably not. Krieg was maybe ten times bigger than her mom but good god did that crazy bitch know how to cut. Between the two of them it could easily become a sort of bloodbath.]

You're so grown up, I just thought about making a pillow fort.

[.... Because pillow forts are cool and super relaxing!!]

[Pass. He'd rather not spill blood between him and Noriko's family, thanks.]

Please. What's the difference between a pillow fort and a recording booth made out of pillows? A microphone. That's it.

[Which could almost be a shame, since if he really took a chunk out of that woman, well. Nariko'd probably just blow him immediately, drop right down to her knees and just go for it. Mostly because it's hard to insult your mom when she's your mom! But it's a lot easier to deal with when someone else does it.

Still, good decision there, Krieg. She ends up giggling.]

That's better than saying every cloud has a silver lining! [Or at least it's more musically oriented.

Wait is it really that easy, though? She never had to worry about sound stuff or never having a studio, soooo.]

[Well.

...

He'd rather earn a blowjob in better ways.]

With all those pillows, it might as well be a cloud.

[It's easier than you'd think. Gaige and he did just fine on their own by jerry-rigging plenty of equipment.]

Why do you ask? I don't think we can get pillows at a grocery store...

[Does this mean we have another stop?]

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[Fair enough.]

I brought four, so. [There's a little shrug that goes here, a sort of bashful smile.] Now I don't have to feel so bad!

[That's literally it.]

Still need more.

[Dare you argue?]

You need all four? I can get away with using just one. If not, we might as well buy a dozen more.

[Pillows are super useful ok.]

Let's buy a dozen more.

[She doesn't actually need all four, she just wanted to steal the cushy pillows in her band's suite. She half expected them to try and take them back, after all.

They're incredibly great at making logical, sure decisions, aren't they? ]

[They'll be fiiiiiine.]

You got it. Let's deal with them before we leave town.

[And while the trip to the grocery store should, by all means, be an uneventful trip, Krieg acts pretty hesitant and suspicious as soon as they get to the open section of produce until he finally looks over his shoulder at someone talking on their phone while looking at the two of them, quickly averting her eyes when they make contact.

Krieg hunkers forward over their cart.]

Shit.

Mmhm!

[It's a grocery store - big and annoying, sure, but she's actually pretty excited to be in and out, on the road before it's gotten too late. As such she's getting everything that comes to mind in a mild rush, and is therefore not paying attention to anyone - especially not people on their phones. But it's difficult to not notice Krieg having a moment.]

What?

[Nariko stops, and just because someone isn't looking at her doesn't mean she can't look at them, so have a mean stare, cell phone lady.]

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