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Pickles the Drummer (notgherkin) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-18 04:25:00

Entry tags:

pickles (dethklok), skwisgaar skwigelf (post-dethklok)

Who: Pickles, Old!Skwisgaar and Robyn Graves/359
Where: Chicago
When: Late Night Wednesday
What: OMG ROADIES IN OUR ALTERNATE DIMENSION THE HELL YOU SAY.
Warnings: Uh. Swearing, drugs, drinking, ~~possible~~ imminent brutality

Pickles had waited for Skwisgaar to port his scrawny ass over to the mansion, before both ported to the windy city. From there, they rented a car, and Pickles got them to the address that 359 had specified.
Cruising up in their black Porsche, Pickles and Skwisgaar paused.
"You sure you remember this chick?" Asked the drummer, flicking a cigarette out the window and onto the driveway. "And furthermore, which one'a us is gunna go up an' get her?"

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robyngraves
2008-06-18 12:59 pm UTC (link)

359 laughed. "That's everything fucking FrozenSoul's roadies could find after I got out of rehab, so it better be good."

She froze for a sec. "Wait, WHAT?" and this was too much for her to even remember her roadie-manners. "You blew up the world? Like the whole world? Killed everybody and everything? And, assuming I survived up til that point- and I don't really want to know if I didn't- if I survived, then just by the fact of working for you, I helped?" That needed careful processing, though let's face it, she couldn't have been that surprised. "Fuck yeah, that's pretty awesome."

"And the daughter thing, that's cool too, congratulations."

At Pickles' comment, she mutters "I could go for killing someone..."

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-18 01:08 pm UTC (link)

Skwisgaar shook his head as he handed over the bag to the driving drummer and Pickles did the best damn multitasking drug doing a man could do.

The Swede shook his head. "Pickle hasn'ts gones and beings kills on a thing yets." He took a hit from the pipe and handed it back to 359. "I has. Is all Pickle's faults, he is writes on a songs dats is so fuckings metal dats is cause everyones to riots likes dey does in Florida? And den dey's is actspordentallies fires a nukulars bombs at Colorados and dens de otherguys things dats is perfects times to kills on dems guys and Pchow, Dead. Everythings is was gettings a bombs on, an' so we all goes intos de bars and lives. Natans moves to de olds Robinhoods times, I moves to dat place with Tokis, Murderface wounds up goings to dat seagull wurs dats is whats he likes on so much, an' Pickle jus'..." He turned to the redhead. "Whats is you dos on?"

"I don't know, you dumbass, I ain't done any of that shit yet, remember?" Pickles rolled his eyes, "Jesus, yer memory's worse'n a fuckin' goldfish. Hey, 359, I got a question. Before you were a number, did you have a name? I mean, this is pretty relaxed shit here, we ain't gunna call you by some number that ain't even sequenced no more."

"Speaks on it to yourselfs, Pickle. She's is always goings to be 359 to me."

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robyngraves
2008-06-18 01:24 pm UTC (link)

She takes a hit off the pipe, passes, and waits patiently for the coke to come around to her, amused at Pickles' proficiency in the snort-and-drive.

She hadn't been around for Florida, so she just nodded cause there's absolutely no point in correcting Skwisgaar. "Nuclear, huh? Sounds about right." She thought for a moment about the Klokateers all going out in a blaze of nuclear fire and grinned. It was perfect.

Pickles' question made her uncomfortable- she didn't use her real name, ever. But this wasn't the universe where she had to fake her death anymore now was it? "I had a name, Lord Pickles. You probably won't believe me." A small smirk. "My real, actual birth name is Robyn Graves. But obviously you can call me whatever you want."

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notgherkin
2008-06-18 01:42 pm UTC (link)

Pickles' brows raised high, and the metal in them glinted in the lights of an oncoming car. "That is the most metal chick name I've ever heard of." That said, he handed back the bag, "Oh hey. Yer never gunna guess what kinda shit is around here Thre... Robyn." He smirked, "Yeah, okay, so there's like, pirates, and er... vampires. Werewolves. Heh, there's this chick? That used to be a fuckin' Chevy Impala. I shit you not."

He was highly amused, "Oh, and then there's that chick that used to be pals with Toki before he up an' disappeared. Fairy. No joke. An' there's people here who are y'know, fictional characters that ain't fictional no more, an' like, serial killers that came back from the dead or whatever. Shit, there's like, everyone you ever wanted to meet's here, chick. Hey, we're here." The drummer rolled up into the parking lot of the bar, and parked the car. "Wanna hot box th'car 'fore we go in? It'd be y'know, kinda fun."

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robyngraves
2008-06-18 01:58 pm UTC (link)

"Thanks. It's the one cool thing my parents did for me- destined me for evil." She took the bag, whipped out from her pocket a steel pinky ring with a claw on it and put it on because when it comes to doing this certain drug, she's all business. She dipped the ring in the bag and snorted, then spastically repeated that a couple of times, momentarily losing herself. Flopping back against the seat of the car she gave a satisfied sigh. "Needed that."

"For serious? Cars and fairies and vampires? And... serial killers?" Okay, picture a dog who, all its life, has never really been exposed to other dogs. Now take that dog to the park and see what happens. They have absolutely no idea how to react when they spot another dog. Should they be excited? Or is this some kind of threat? And so the roadie's ears kind of perked up and she got a weird cautiously optimistic look on her face. "Like what kind of serial killers?"

"Uh.. yeah, hotbox sounds good." Can't say no to that.

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notgherkin
2008-06-18 02:04 pm UTC (link)

Skwisgaar sighed and packed another bowl, muttering something in his native language that was most definitely about reminding Pickles to bring his own pot.

Pickles, on the other hand, was bemused. "Oh, Iunno, but the one I know about, he's this barber guy, lives in London like, right on the river or just next to it or whatever. Y'know. Err..."

Skwisgaar took the first hit before muttering out "Sweeney Toods. He is worksings with de killers chicks. You reminds on her, Ja? Petits?"

Pickles pointed at the Swede, "That's the name. Sweeney. Him. Yeah, he showed up sometime earlier this month? Only reason I know he's around is because the gaddamn guy's got fliers posted all over every single effin' pub in London."

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robyngraves
2008-06-18 02:13 pm UTC (link)

Giddiness swept over her for a second, it could just be the drugs. "Ooh, I know that one!" She tried to think back on from where. "He was in a play, right? I saw it once, but who the hell was I with? Oh, one of Rockso's friends." She's kind of proud of herself for actually having seen a play at some point in her life. "Oh wow meeting him would be really cool, maybe if I have spare time I should go talk to... Oh wait no I remember now. He doesn't eat people, he makes other people eat people. We might not get along."

She thought about it for a sec. "But he doesn't need to lay low or anything? He just disposes of the bodies and nobody asks questions when people go missing?"

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notgherkin
2008-06-18 02:23 pm UTC (link)

"Thing is," Pickles said, taking a hit off the pipe, holding it in before he turned in the seat to better look at the roadie, "I don't think that dude's gunna be killin' anyone. High profile, you know? If he does, he ain't gunna get too far with it." He leaned across to open up the glove box, making Skwisgaar lean back with a sneer.
The redhead offered a vial to Robyn, "And you'd better make it last, chickie. I ain't got more'n this. You said it'd be nice?" He shook his head, "Nah, I don't think many people'll get far here with killin' others. I mean... like..." Pickles shook his head, "Okay, you ain't gunna believe me. Batman's here. And Iron Man. An' like, a shitload of mutants and a couple of other superheroes I ain't ever heard of before, an' y'know. Superheroes." He scowled. "Effin' superheroes."

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robyngraves
2008-06-18 02:40 pm UTC (link)

"But, so... He just doesn't kill anymore? Just stopped?"
She took the vial with a nod of thanks. "It would be nice, thanks," she says, deadpan. She didn't even open it yet, wondering if there was a reason he saved the vial until after he dropped that bomb or if he even knew. Her face goes completely cold. Being separated from her job was number one on her list of terrible things that could happen to her. Not being able to ever kill again is a close number two on that list. "Superheroes, running around castrating serial killers. I suppose that applies to me too, then. So this IS Hell."
Her fingers pop the top on the vial and she squeezes a few drops on her tongue, then calmly puts it away so she doesn't break it.
"FUCK!"

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-18 02:49 pm UTC (link)

Skwisgaar shook his head, and turned around in his seat as well to look at Robyn, "Hell don'ts exists. Acepts for insides of your heads, silly roadies lady." His fingers twitched against the leather of the seat back, "You sees, 359, if Hells is truly is a place to goes? I woulds has gones to its a long times ago. You is safes, don'ts listens on what Pickle says abouts thing, dey can'ts proves on dat guy is even Sweeney Tood. Is justs a barbers withs a gimmicks, p'fft." The Swede rolled his eyes, "And Pickle ain'ts no sorts of a good babysitters for dis sorts of things he gives on you, come ons, we goes and gets of a drink and if Pickle says on anythings for de rests of de nights, I is promise to punch him in de backs of de heads for lettings you downs."

Hey, he was still the womanizer he'd always been. He was just way more suave these days.

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robyngraves
2008-06-18 03:10 pm UTC (link)

Lucky for roadie, she's too thickheaded to properly grasp the finer arts of being seduced/womanized. This is why her and Nathan had got along so well once upon a time; the absolutely blunt approach. "Wait, what? No, I don't want you to punch Pickles, why would I..?" She squeezed her fingers against her temples for a minute with her eyes screwed shut, trying to think. After her moment was up, she growled, "Look. Guys. Lords. Masters. This is... a lot to take in. You know I'm not that smart. I know I'm not literally in Hell, though, I'm not that dumb, well okay I was earlier today but uh."

The mind is already rolling, fueled by coke and acid and mildly gimped by weed, it's working out new ways to kill someone and not be caught, which will probably be sorted out in her dreams. And if new ideas don't work, there's always the classics, like faking one's death and going underground for a while. And so the bad feeling was shook off. "Can we just go get wasted and forget about all this?"

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-18 03:19 pm UTC (link)

Pickles was taken aback by 359's speaking freely and both his brows raised in surprise. Skwisgaar was completely apathetic to it, it seemed. "Ja dat's is good plans." He stepped out of the vehicle and with his exit, a large cloud of smoke came with. He lit a cigarette and started towards the bar, sweeping into the building as if he owned the place.

Pickles got over it eventually and shook his head, "Good luck wrappin' yer mind around it, boozecart lady. I still ain't figured it out. I've been here fer months an' I've just ignored it mostly." He stepped out of the car then, and followed the blond inside.

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robyngraves
2008-06-18 03:32 pm UTC (link)

The acid was starting to kick in, but it was slow at first. She left everything important- mainly the backpack and her axe, in the car which she would normally never do, then stalked into the building behind the other two, lit Marlboro in hand. Throughout all this she forgot to smoke entirely, and just now realized it's exactly what she was missing.
"I think I'll take your approach, my Lord," she says to Pickles quietly. And that was it then, back to "normal" 359.

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-18 03:56 pm UTC (link)

Skwisgaar took a sprawling seat in a booth, sizing up the crowd. "Nnn, dis place ain'ts so bads. I sees on a lots of real hot sorts of ladies." He took another drag from his cigarette, looking over at Robyn with a brow raise. "I thinks we needs to at least gets her a hood. Makes sure she ain'ts known by her face here. Soon as we gets backs to dat smallmansions you gots." He tapped his fingers on the table before slipping further in. "Gets intos de booth, 359, you needs to takes a seats."

Pickles shook his head, "Hidin' her face, or hidin' her as a person? cog in the wheel of the klok my ass. I'm startin' to think yer right, old fart. Even when we had Nat'n, it still wasn't right." He heaved a sigh. "Gaddamn fuckin' vortex. Fucked it all up. I mean, we had a good thing goin'."

Skwisgaar scoffed and waved over a waitress, ordering the largest order she'd ever heard before, but she didn't ask, and she didn't pay any attention to them more than she would any other patron. Skwisgaar smiled, "Thats is what I is tells you on. But is a good plans to has de roadies girls arounds, just to keeps us safes if dems crazy peoples comes here afters us? It mights happens!!" He looked a bit more paranoid than usual, "Likes, whats ifs a fans is finds us dats is likes dat guy! You knows dats guy I is talkings about?"

Pickles' eyes widened, "Oh my gad, you mean like that guy that did the fan attack! Shit. Yeah. We gotta keep her around. That's what Petit's fer, too. I never thought about that. I was kinda thinkin' maybe we'd be fine since y'know, ain't nobody in this world actually knows how effin' good we are." He looked around, "But... if our roadies can come through, so can our crazy fans!!"

They both looked at 359 then, like she was either a godsend or a precursor to something more.

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robyngraves
2008-06-18 08:43 pm UTC (link)

359 hesitated for a moment before sliding across the seat to wind up next to Skwisgaar. Klokateers don't sit next to Dethklok, ever, would more likely stand behind or in front of them with machine guns and watch for would-be assassins. Apparently today continued to be a "fuck all the rules" day. It was too much, and it was grating on the roadie. There was absolutely nothing of her former sense of normalcy in this world beside one familiar face and one older-but-familiar face. Gazing down at the table, the texture of the wood started to swim before her eyes and she spaced out for a minute while they talked about her. Her future wasn't really her concern, it was still entirely up to them. She felt slightly better remembering that.

Through watching the lines of woodgrain now rising up from the table like snakes- this is really good acid- she heard Skwis talking about the hood. She missed the hood. But she'd done some research online before finding the site where Pickles found her, and apparently the only people in this would who wore the kind of hood she was looking for make them out of leather and called someone "master" in an entirely different sense. "People would think we were all a kinky bondage threesome," she snickered quietly, not really paying attention to where her statement fit in the conversation, and not really even sure she had said it out loud.

She caught Pickles' last sentence and sensed them looking at her. Robyn looked up sharply, staying blank-faced as she glanced from one to the other and tried to figure out what she'd missed. Oh. Finally the words worked through her brain.

The thought of someone trying to hurt them again made her snarl. "My Lords, as long as I'm living, no harm will come to you. I would cut a path through a thousand innocent people just to get to one person who wanted you dead."

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notgherkin
2008-06-19 02:15 am UTC (link)

Pickles seemed to be calmed by her words. After all - 359 was a roadie and he hadn't heard anything like that for many months.

"Er. Thanks, 359. Y'know, you prolly know, like, the rules of what you do better'n we do. Do what you do usually if you wanna? I mean, if that makes you feel better or somethin'. Are you okay?" He looked at the roadie. He didn't want an OD on his hands, or like, a massive freakout. He'd dealt with plenty of those lately.

Skwisgaar crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. "If dis roadies chicks is goings to keeps us asaved by ways of klokateers? I... will moves intos dat stupid mansions. I will gets my youngselfs to comes with." But he was finally getting used to living back in his home country! And London SUCKED. He wasn't going to be happy about it.

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robyngraves
2008-06-19 07:19 am UTC (link)

"I would prefer it, my Lord." Robyn shook her head and eventually realized what she wanted to say. "Though the two of you followed around by one lone masked chick carrying all the usual weapons and clearly acting like a bodyguard may attract the wrong kind of attention. At least out in public." She didn't doubt her own abilities, but she had always been a part of a crew of thousands eager to back her up and she'd never been put to the test on her own. So until she was more sure of this world, she wanted to keep the security risks at a minimum. It was a weird moment of clarity for someone on three different drugs and, well, being from a cartoon world.

"I'm fine. Y'know, just watching the snakes in the table. It happens." A boa constrictor made purely out of acid imagination pulled itself free of the wood and started slowly winding itself around her arm. It tingled. But she liked snakes, so it wasn't concerning her.

She grinned at Skwis's confidence in her, even though he was reluctant it meant a lot. "I'm glad you're coming with, m'lord. I'll keep you all safe."

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