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Spotted today in the zones, a new slaughtermatic crew of killjoys known as TheYoungbloods,dropin’ dracs and takin names. Word on the wire is they’re working with the fab four, but, you can’t always trust what the pigs are squealin. From left to right:
Anarchy Angel, Splinter Static, Soul Punk, and Toxic Shock
(known to their friends as Andy, Pete, Patrick, and Joe)
“So we’re here live with DJPRONG in a rare exclusive one on one interview they’ve agreed to. With ten minutes before the first ever concert here on Earth fans from far and wide across the galaxy have come to fill the stadium.” Interviewer rushes to the form fit leather clad musician with a drone as her camera man poised and ready. “DjPRONG with tonight’s show only minutes away what can we expect to see?”
“Lights flashing, chill of the crowd in the mosh pit, and the momentary pause before the beat drops. I’ll be dropin it hard and heavy, rockin‘ you from your core to the floor. What’s not to love?” A winking emoji plays over his visor as it works to distort his voice into a synthesized work of art. He twists his hand into the air theatrically while trying not to laugh himself silly behind his mask as he plays up his alter ego with an additional flare.
The interviewer steps aside with the renown musician who’s been humoring her interview. Kaoru is quick to utilize every second on the rare interview brief and fleeing as it is, ”your record breaking downloads on his latest project you’ve released for free to on the LIVLÆmp downloads is a gift to us all. So I gotta ask if you’re still in such a generous mood to hand out any clues to who you really are? At least tell me what color eyes do you have?”
He chuckles as he points to his visor and shakes his helm. “Whatever the visor is, that’s my color.”
“Alright, alright, nationality?”
“Music doesn’t need orientation.” He winks again scatting past answers as he points to his wrist to indicate he has to get ready to set up without being mean. Another emote comes up with a smile in soft red.
“Oh gosh- okay, what can we expect to see on the stage tonight. This being your first appearance on Earth?!”
“I’m about to release a track with EDM as it’s known America. That is not it’s correct term because actually EDM is a compound concept. Comprising dubstep,” He plays a sound clip from his helmet, “Neurostep,” another short clip, ”and techno”. He claps his hands together a twice with the techno beat before snapping his fingers and turning off the clip. “It’s really just a combination of concepts a theoretical thing at best. That’s what I love about you Americans, pseudo music-” He glances at the opening act his helmet mirroring some of his expressions as it emotes his feelings. “Opening act might be hard to top.” He chuckles feigning modesty even though he feels like what he has in store is going to blow the people prior to playing before him clear out of the water.
“Thank you for your time, it’s really been a pleasure. I’d ask more, but suppose keeping you from the fans wouldn’t bode well for me. Aha,” she chuckles and shuts off her camera by catching it in her hands.
“Of course. I’d answer a little more, but curtains are about to rise.”
“Can I ask you something off the record?”
“Suppose.” He shot back glancing at the stage crew that motioned for him to hurry up and get ready for going live. He motioned one more minute and flashed a sorry message over his screen and turned back to the woman.
“Anyone know who you are behind the mask?”
Without thinking about it he laughs, “my boyfriend”. He slaps his hand over his helmet not meaning to be so forthright as he hears her trill and talk onto her drone she’d apparently not turned off. His voice may have been masked and gender still very ambiguous despite the skin tight suit, but that was still more than he’d intended to give out on the personal front. He mentally kicked himself as he pushed past the curtains leaving the stage crew to wonder.
Kili’s 80th birthday party is about as jovial as he is, even at his ripe old age – which, for a Dwarf, is just a drop in the bucket.
Watching him float about from guest to guest, thanking them for coming and for their gifts, pouring ale and laughing heartily, you can’t help but wonder how you’ll be at 80.
Will you bound about, singing and remembering everyone’s name?
When Kili isn’t carrying you off dancing, you sit at thespecial birthday table reserved for kin and close friends in one of Erebor’s grand halls, and just watch him in awe.
As he talks with some childhoodfriends along with Fili, it dawns on you: You are adecades-younger human in good health, and yet Kili can run rings around you inhis sleep. So can Fili. So can Thorin,
for that matter.
And then your realization goes from bad to worse.
You are a
decades-younger human in love with an older Dwarf who will most certainly outlive you.
use your tongue like a water fall rain down hard then misty spray to tease to sensitivity keep in contact even as i squirm and push you stay true and focus thunder bolts waves of prickly feelings capture every drop in ecstasy