Post by Reyn on Jan 18, 2023 19:05:37 GMT
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It had been a few weeks since the incident at MYTHOMANE, since the last time PREMORTEM's frontman was seen out in public. Most of his time had been spent behind closed doors, away from his work- from VULTURE, from PREMORTEM, from the persona of Vanity itself. The only people who had heard from him were his upstairs neighbours, and the only things they heard were him drunkenly screaming along to old Japanese post-punk, and eventually apologising when he became lucid enough to recognise his volume. He hadn't made any statements. Any emails regarding the incident were redirected to his bandmates, and were only now starting to trickle their way down to him.
Then, the LAMENT song dropped.
RAGNAROK [DEMO], it was called- though it sounded just as polished as any of his other work. It seemed the gruesome display was enough to coax him out of hiding, at least to quell any rumours that he was somehow on board with its production. The samples of his band's work were stolen without Vanity's permission- why the fuck would he want them used in such an exploitative piece? He had to talk to people about MYTHOMANE, to clearly state his grief on the matter, to stop them thinking he somehow... god, that he somehow enjoyed it? He couldn't tell you what the tabloids were thinking. What he could tell you, however, was that he needed to be sober in order to answer their questions.
So, here he was. One last party- outside, this time. Not alone.
That's what he'd tell people, anyway. The fact that Vasia had talked to him was something they'd have to dig for- he couldn't exactly go around telling folk he had a life-changing conversation with someone who found MYTHOMANE to be a fun combat exercise, could he?
He dragged himself over to the bar, collapsing against the stool like the Hollywood diva he always pretended to be. The bartender seemed to recognise him. Kosuke braced himself for questioning.
"What can I getcha?"
A small sigh of relief, followed by a quick glance at the menu. It seemed that all he had to think about tonight was what he wanted to drink- and what he wanted to take back to VULTURE. He didn't want to admit how much of their cocktail menu was ripped wholesale from N-HANCE, though- ah, that would be a much better scandal than this mess, wouldn't it? If the only thing he took were ideas, not human lives...
"I dunno." He smiled, clawing at the last dregs of his charm like- well, like an alcoholic at a bar. "Dealer's choice."
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Sunglasses indoors. Face still unshaven. An outfit that could be described as tasteful, if you were unfamiliar with the attire of the clinically depressed. Kosuke was the picture of superstar misery- and, really, who could blame him?It had been a few weeks since the incident at MYTHOMANE, since the last time PREMORTEM's frontman was seen out in public. Most of his time had been spent behind closed doors, away from his work- from VULTURE, from PREMORTEM, from the persona of Vanity itself. The only people who had heard from him were his upstairs neighbours, and the only things they heard were him drunkenly screaming along to old Japanese post-punk, and eventually apologising when he became lucid enough to recognise his volume. He hadn't made any statements. Any emails regarding the incident were redirected to his bandmates, and were only now starting to trickle their way down to him.
Then, the LAMENT song dropped.
RAGNAROK [DEMO], it was called- though it sounded just as polished as any of his other work. It seemed the gruesome display was enough to coax him out of hiding, at least to quell any rumours that he was somehow on board with its production. The samples of his band's work were stolen without Vanity's permission- why the fuck would he want them used in such an exploitative piece? He had to talk to people about MYTHOMANE, to clearly state his grief on the matter, to stop them thinking he somehow... god, that he somehow enjoyed it? He couldn't tell you what the tabloids were thinking. What he could tell you, however, was that he needed to be sober in order to answer their questions.
So, here he was. One last party- outside, this time. Not alone.
That's what he'd tell people, anyway. The fact that Vasia had talked to him was something they'd have to dig for- he couldn't exactly go around telling folk he had a life-changing conversation with someone who found MYTHOMANE to be a fun combat exercise, could he?
He dragged himself over to the bar, collapsing against the stool like the Hollywood diva he always pretended to be. The bartender seemed to recognise him. Kosuke braced himself for questioning.
"What can I getcha?"
A small sigh of relief, followed by a quick glance at the menu. It seemed that all he had to think about tonight was what he wanted to drink- and what he wanted to take back to VULTURE. He didn't want to admit how much of their cocktail menu was ripped wholesale from N-HANCE, though- ah, that would be a much better scandal than this mess, wouldn't it? If the only thing he took were ideas, not human lives...
"I dunno." He smiled, clawing at the last dregs of his charm like- well, like an alcoholic at a bar. "Dealer's choice."
