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maskormenacelogs2017-10-23 05:18 pm
hombrenuevo) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-10-23 05:18 pm
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Crushed on the Rock by a Siren
WHO: Chico Libre hombrenuevo and Klavier Gavin gitarre
WHERE: Heropa boardwalk
WHEN: Friday night
WHAT: Klavier passes the Bar exam and his co-workers take him out to celebrate. Lucky for Chico he is just the air guitarist of legend he's been looking for.
WARNINGS: None
And you are sure? [ All of his information on this elusive UMA is eye-witness testimony. Chico's got to make sure what they're recalling is the truth. It won't do to have two different stories. But the woman is adamant. "Yeah, definitely! He made the most beautiful music out of nothing! Gosh, it was hard to resist." ]
So it felt like a pull? You know, like he was seducing you? [ Immediately she shakes her head. "Oh yeah, he was totally singing that song just for me! You could tell. The lyrics were like my life!" ] Okay. One last question. Where did you last see him?
[ "Last night. That's why I sent your show that email. I knew I was onto something big! It was on the boardwalk by the ocean..." Ha, of course! By the sea is where those cryptids live—At least they're supposed to. This one seemed just as comfortable on land, and it was a man. A very beautiful man, as the rumors kept telling him, but a man nonetheless. So that's where he decides to set up his sting operation for the night. With his recorder in hand, he waits by a cantina on the boardwalk, where several beautiful women are wining and dining. Perfect bait for a siren! ]
It is twenty-one hundred hours. I am in Heropa where the latest witness states she heard the siren's alluring call. Now, we wait...
hombrenuevo and Klavier Gavin gitarreWHERE: Heropa boardwalk
WHEN: Friday night
WHAT: Klavier passes the Bar exam and his co-workers take him out to celebrate. Lucky for Chico he is just the air guitarist of legend he's been looking for.
WARNINGS: None
And you are sure? [ All of his information on this elusive UMA is eye-witness testimony. Chico's got to make sure what they're recalling is the truth. It won't do to have two different stories. But the woman is adamant. "Yeah, definitely! He made the most beautiful music out of nothing! Gosh, it was hard to resist." ]
So it felt like a pull? You know, like he was seducing you? [ Immediately she shakes her head. "Oh yeah, he was totally singing that song just for me! You could tell. The lyrics were like my life!" ] Okay. One last question. Where did you last see him?
[ "Last night. That's why I sent your show that email. I knew I was onto something big! It was on the boardwalk by the ocean..." Ha, of course! By the sea is where those cryptids live—At least they're supposed to. This one seemed just as comfortable on land, and it was a man. A very beautiful man, as the rumors kept telling him, but a man nonetheless. So that's where he decides to set up his sting operation for the night. With his recorder in hand, he waits by a cantina on the boardwalk, where several beautiful women are wining and dining. Perfect bait for a siren! ]
It is twenty-one hundred hours. I am in Heropa where the latest witness states she heard the siren's alluring call. Now, we wait...
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[And as a wise poet once said, "Can you blame the voice of youth for asking 'What is truth?'"]