"I told you, I'm just busy," Priss noted with the annoyed patience of one who'd heard this argument far, far too many times.
"You haven't performed on stage since we got here. And karaoke at the staff party I got you into does not
count," Nene noted as the singer started to speak.
"She's right, y'know. I mean, I know you can still do it. Only have to hear you humming the bars of some new music or hear you playing on the
guitar while you're waiting for us to show up for lunch," Linna added, causing Priss to look over at Sylia in some desperate hope for support.
"What exactly is keeping you so busy, Priss?" she asked after a moment, getting a confused look from Priss
though she answered.
"Well, I've been working on some songs in my spare time, catching up to you two on Security levels," she
noted, looking at Nene and Sylia, while Linna chuckled in sympathetic appreciation "Getting my classes in order, which I still need to set up an internship with. Getting all my junk moved out of the Hollows. It felt like home, but after the last time
some wet behind the ears newb punts a Troll through my trailer or doesn't notice it before blasting through himself, it got a bit old..."
"(Sharing space with Sylia in her penthouse had nothing to do with that, I'm sure,)" Nene noted under her breath, getting a snicker from Linna,
as Sylia smiled slightly at the memory....
***
There were several loud concussive bangs on the door as Sylia stood up from where she'd been eating a late supper, making her way over to the door and
opening it just in time to see Priss freeze and manage not to clobber her in the face with another bang at the door.
"Uh, hey, Sylia."
"Hello, Priss. To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?" she asked with a slight smile.
Priss scowled again as she leaned against the door jamb. "You can thank Sun Gekko or Gookoo or something like that. Big haired Japanophile idiot fanboy
punted a Troll into my trailer and then blasted him through it with a fucking energy blast. After I punted both their
asses into the fucking lake, I said 'fuck this shit, I'm not sleeping there with a fucking hole over my bed that any damn bastard can reach in through
and force me to wake up in the middle of the fucking night to kick his ass for trying to get some fucking jollies off..."
Sylia waited, wading through the storm of profanity that showed Priss was well and truly irritated(interestingly, her profanity levels went down once she reached a certain level of blood-boiling rage) until the question inevitably came.
"..so can I crash on your couch?"
Sylia took a long moment, looking appropriately considering as she watched Priss's expression waver a little at the potential faux pas she might've
made, before looking at her.
"Priss, I have a question."
"Yeah?" she asked hesitantly.
"Why would you be sleeping on the couch if you spent the night here?"
"Huh?...oh. OH."
"Precisely."
***
"And besides that?" Sylia asked simply, as Priss came to a stop, blinking.
"Well, that's kind of a lot, Sylia."
"Yes, but with a little management, you'd easily have time to do some music practice....if you had a full band, of course."
Priss grunted, but her sharp glance to the side answered Sylia's question as to why she'd not started already: replacing the Replicants as her backup
band would be arduous...and in a way, she still felt loyalty to the band even if they were a reality away and still under the helm of the original Priss Asagiri.
"Certainly there must be some musicians around campus that could play or be taught to play at the level you'd need," she noted, similarly logical
as Priss tried to find some excuse to evade it but found herself thoroughly pinned in place by Sylia's logic.
"And we can even help you with picking out the new people. I mean, we've seen enough of your concerts to have at least some ear for it," Nene
noted. "Right, Linna?"
"Yeah, of course," the black haired woman nodded, as Priss sighed and raised both hands in defeat.
"Okay...okay. I'll do it. But whoever takes over for them's gonna have to be pretty damn good."
"Of course they are," Sylia noted simply. "They have to live up to your example, after all."
Priss was about to make a witty comment when Sylia continued in that same even tone. "That, and understand that sometimes a full show will possibly
consist of a single song and a call in the middle of the performance forcing an unexpected cancellation on a regular basis."
Priss turned bright red as both Linna and Nene burst out laughing.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
"You haven't performed on stage since we got here. And karaoke at the staff party I got you into does not
count," Nene noted as the singer started to speak.
"She's right, y'know. I mean, I know you can still do it. Only have to hear you humming the bars of some new music or hear you playing on the
guitar while you're waiting for us to show up for lunch," Linna added, causing Priss to look over at Sylia in some desperate hope for support.
"What exactly is keeping you so busy, Priss?" she asked after a moment, getting a confused look from Priss
though she answered.
"Well, I've been working on some songs in my spare time, catching up to you two on Security levels," she
noted, looking at Nene and Sylia, while Linna chuckled in sympathetic appreciation "Getting my classes in order, which I still need to set up an internship with. Getting all my junk moved out of the Hollows. It felt like home, but after the last time
some wet behind the ears newb punts a Troll through my trailer or doesn't notice it before blasting through himself, it got a bit old..."
"(Sharing space with Sylia in her penthouse had nothing to do with that, I'm sure,)" Nene noted under her breath, getting a snicker from Linna,
as Sylia smiled slightly at the memory....
***
There were several loud concussive bangs on the door as Sylia stood up from where she'd been eating a late supper, making her way over to the door and
opening it just in time to see Priss freeze and manage not to clobber her in the face with another bang at the door.
"Uh, hey, Sylia."
"Hello, Priss. To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?" she asked with a slight smile.
Priss scowled again as she leaned against the door jamb. "You can thank Sun Gekko or Gookoo or something like that. Big haired Japanophile idiot fanboy
punted a Troll into my trailer and then blasted him through it with a fucking energy blast. After I punted both their
asses into the fucking lake, I said 'fuck this shit, I'm not sleeping there with a fucking hole over my bed that any damn bastard can reach in through
and force me to wake up in the middle of the fucking night to kick his ass for trying to get some fucking jollies off..."
Sylia waited, wading through the storm of profanity that showed Priss was well and truly irritated(interestingly, her profanity levels went down once she reached a certain level of blood-boiling rage) until the question inevitably came.
"..so can I crash on your couch?"
Sylia took a long moment, looking appropriately considering as she watched Priss's expression waver a little at the potential faux pas she might've
made, before looking at her.
"Priss, I have a question."
"Yeah?" she asked hesitantly.
"Why would you be sleeping on the couch if you spent the night here?"
"Huh?...oh. OH."
"Precisely."
***
"And besides that?" Sylia asked simply, as Priss came to a stop, blinking.
"Well, that's kind of a lot, Sylia."
"Yes, but with a little management, you'd easily have time to do some music practice....if you had a full band, of course."
Priss grunted, but her sharp glance to the side answered Sylia's question as to why she'd not started already: replacing the Replicants as her backup
band would be arduous...and in a way, she still felt loyalty to the band even if they were a reality away and still under the helm of the original Priss Asagiri.
"Certainly there must be some musicians around campus that could play or be taught to play at the level you'd need," she noted, similarly logical
as Priss tried to find some excuse to evade it but found herself thoroughly pinned in place by Sylia's logic.
"And we can even help you with picking out the new people. I mean, we've seen enough of your concerts to have at least some ear for it," Nene
noted. "Right, Linna?"
"Yeah, of course," the black haired woman nodded, as Priss sighed and raised both hands in defeat.
"Okay...okay. I'll do it. But whoever takes over for them's gonna have to be pretty damn good."
"Of course they are," Sylia noted simply. "They have to live up to your example, after all."
Priss was about to make a witty comment when Sylia continued in that same even tone. "That, and understand that sometimes a full show will possibly
consist of a single song and a call in the middle of the performance forcing an unexpected cancellation on a regular basis."
Priss turned bright red as both Linna and Nene burst out laughing.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
