Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2017 20:15:36 GMT
BKole moved silently through the loud, pounding drum and bass music. It reverberated through his chest cavity and he felt it bouncing around his body, through his genitals and upwards. He grunted inwardly, pushing through the gathered young women and men, pushing against each other, kissing, and doing drugs. He smirked a little as kid tried to size him up, and poured the contents of his pint down the kids shirt.
"Try it," he growled into the kids ear when he pushed his forehead against BKoles chest, "Alpha Male doesn't even begin to describe what I'm going to do to you."
The kid thought better of it, and took a step back. BKole slapped him so hard on the shoulder he fell forwards, into the bouncing limbs of the dance floor. He smiled wider.
There was a specific purpose to his being in a club, beyond irritating man children. BKole had, in the intervening years since his religion crashed and his life was turned upside down, gone through a number of changes. Ignored the fact that he'd led a large number of followers into a Nihilistic Magic religion, then killed it violently when it became too much effort, he felt somewhat responsible for his own actions.
Plus, that time as a tree had made him a bit reflective.
Since that time, he'd spent more and more effort and concentration on understanding the next steps of his life. The next steps of what his life might actually transform into. So he started playing, playing with the structure of magic and life and reality. And he found that he rather liked it.
Now, instead of being a sentient tree, or a man whose body had divested itself of his organs, he was a normalish looking human being. Black, mussy hair, messed up regardless of temperature, environment, or effort. A faint twinkle to his skin indicated that he was something beyond normal, but many failed to notice it. A roll neck skin tight top clung to his body, although his years of concentrating on magic had made it so he'd developed a little paunch. The only other indication that confused people was the fact he was still unnaturally tall - Closer to 7 foot 6 rather than being 10 foot now, which made buying clothes significantly easier.
No, BKole was now on a mission, to discover the content of a new type of Phonomancy, A Horror Song that is so powerful it actually caused Murder Music. He'd heard it was played live, but in the next few weeks it might, might, be picked up by a label. He couldn't allow that to happen.
It being played in a club just outside of Westchester made it even worse. Should one mutant hear it and become Murderous with Musical Intent, then it would be a disaster. So, here, amongst the tweens gyrating against each other, he searched for something unknowable until he heard it. And he hoped to God that he'd hear it and contain it, and not be gripped with a desire to render these young people dead.
For now, he hunted.
"Try it," he growled into the kids ear when he pushed his forehead against BKoles chest, "Alpha Male doesn't even begin to describe what I'm going to do to you."
The kid thought better of it, and took a step back. BKole slapped him so hard on the shoulder he fell forwards, into the bouncing limbs of the dance floor. He smiled wider.
There was a specific purpose to his being in a club, beyond irritating man children. BKole had, in the intervening years since his religion crashed and his life was turned upside down, gone through a number of changes. Ignored the fact that he'd led a large number of followers into a Nihilistic Magic religion, then killed it violently when it became too much effort, he felt somewhat responsible for his own actions.
Plus, that time as a tree had made him a bit reflective.
Since that time, he'd spent more and more effort and concentration on understanding the next steps of his life. The next steps of what his life might actually transform into. So he started playing, playing with the structure of magic and life and reality. And he found that he rather liked it.
Now, instead of being a sentient tree, or a man whose body had divested itself of his organs, he was a normalish looking human being. Black, mussy hair, messed up regardless of temperature, environment, or effort. A faint twinkle to his skin indicated that he was something beyond normal, but many failed to notice it. A roll neck skin tight top clung to his body, although his years of concentrating on magic had made it so he'd developed a little paunch. The only other indication that confused people was the fact he was still unnaturally tall - Closer to 7 foot 6 rather than being 10 foot now, which made buying clothes significantly easier.
No, BKole was now on a mission, to discover the content of a new type of Phonomancy, A Horror Song that is so powerful it actually caused Murder Music. He'd heard it was played live, but in the next few weeks it might, might, be picked up by a label. He couldn't allow that to happen.
It being played in a club just outside of Westchester made it even worse. Should one mutant hear it and become Murderous with Musical Intent, then it would be a disaster. So, here, amongst the tweens gyrating against each other, he searched for something unknowable until he heard it. And he hoped to God that he'd hear it and contain it, and not be gripped with a desire to render these young people dead.
For now, he hunted.