Keegan MacAlister ⛧ Baphomet (posergod) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-02-11 12:20:00 |
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Who: Keegan MacAlister, Maxwell Landon, & OPEN to anyone
What: The Goth Kids are having a concert, and everyone's invited.
Where: The London underground
When: Saturday, February 18, 2017; evening
Warnings: Language and UST, in this first part; individual subthreads TBD, put warnings in subject lines if necessary
Notes: The initial post will cover what's happening up on the stage, and give you some cues as to what your characters will experience during the gods' performance. When posting closed and open subthreads with your character, make use of the standard subthread format. Everyone is welcome to attend this concert, but it wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world for your character to find their way to the location, and they should be aware that it's very illegal to be here in the first place, considering that it involves some breaking and entering. Have fun, kids! Don't do anything Keegan would do.
Keegan didn't know what the big fucking deal was. This concert had been a fantastic fucking idea, no matter what Maxxie had thought about it, at first. So what if it was only happening because he'd maybe gotten into a little dick measuring contest with Baal? Keegan was always going to get into a dick measuring contest with that asshole, and he was always going to win. Fuck those racist assumptions that just because the guy was black, he'd automatically come out ahead in that kind of thing. That was Keegan, combating stereotypes. He was a fucking hero, honestly, they should all be thanking him for his good deed.
The stage was dark and quiet, still. Of course it was, they hadn't fucking started, had they? Weren't supposed to for a bit, still, but Keegan couldn't resist the urge to take a peek before what was supposed to be their grand entrance. He and Maxxie, they'd both known how to put on a show already. Baph and Morri, they were even better at it. Not that Keegan was resentful of that little tidbit. They were gods, they ought to be better at it, and he and Maxwell were the ones who were getting the payoff for their specialized knowledge, still. The crowd looked good. Decent, at least. Hard to get a real headcount, in the dark of the underground, the abandoned subway station where they'd set up for their first joint show. Ever, not even just since they'd become reincarnates. If someone had told Keegan a year ago that he and Maxwell Landon would be putting on a concert together, he'd have...
Well, it wouldn't have been pretty, and he'd probably have done it with a middle finger and a laugh in their face.
They were supposed to go out and wow the crowd together, him and Maxxie, get 'em all warmed up before they started their performance and blew them away. It'd be fucking awesome, what they had planned. Thing was... Keegan, he wasn't much on plans. Plans were for people who weren't true artists, who couldn't run off inspiration and luck. Keegan was a fucking rock star, an entertainer, not an actor with some kind of script. He didn't need some kind of plan for what he was going to do out on the stage, a few costume changes, all that fuckery. He just needed the spotlight on him.
Maxxie would be mad. Maxxie was fucking hot when he was mad.
Where he was standing, it would sound like his voice was coming from nowhere, and everywhere, all at once. "Looking a little dead out there!"
The 'dead', of course, was accompanied by a snap of his fingers, a pale, green light, and the rush of a few spirits through the gathered crowd... poor fuckers who'd jumped, or just starved down here, now fulfilling their destinies as part of his show. Nice of them to kick it down here, right where he needed them to wow the crowd, wasn't it?
Once they'd all had a chance to appreciate the genius of Keegan's first overture, he tossed an arc of fire in the air (another click) to illuminate himself while he stepped forward. The orange light caught a flash of fang as he opened his mouth in a grin, the implants he'd gotten after he'd gotten Baph doing just as much for his image as the ones Baph had sprouted on his own had ever done for him. The black leather he wore, that absorbed the light, but it threw the lines of his bare chest and stomach, beneath the open jacket, into sharp relief. He looked fucking amazing. He knew it without even having to look. He always looked fucking amazing.
"I know, you all came here looking for a double header." Wait, fuck, that would have been a perfect time to take a note from Baph's book. Keegan was disappointed in himself. Then again, wouldn't want to look like he couldn't manage any original content, would he? "Afraid Morrigan's a little... tied up. Boys and their bondage. He might be flighty..." Ha, because birds, that was an excellent one. "But Baphomet doesn't disappoint." Just in case they didn't get that message (some people could be really thickheaded), he skated a hand down, fingers brushing over his groin. What? He hadn't shoved them in his pants, he was showing some restraint.
He probably had a few seconds left before Maxxie figured out what he'd done and came running. "ARE YOU FUCKERS READY FOR THE REIGNING KING OF THE UNDERGROUND?"