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Post by condoroid on Mar 15, 2012 20:36:08 GMT -5
Location: Forest and Mountain Pass
(( February 22, noon. Vulturon and Hivolt, because skreebirds gotta troll. ))
G -- G -- F -- G -- G -- F -- -- C...
No, wait. That's not right.
G -- G -- F -- G -- G -- F -- -- A...
Dammit. No. Maybe there was another short G before...
G -- G -- F -- G -- G -- F -- G -- D#...
He cringed. Well, that wasn't it. Definitely not a sharp. Or it may just be that he's playing in the wrong key.
Geh. Playing by ear wasn't Vulturon's forte. He needed tabs for this. He'd been dying to learn this tune since he heard it on a portable music player that some kid had tossed in the heap. What was it called again? Storm something.
So there he was, sitting out on the rocks, strumming a tune that he just couldn't seem to get right.
G -- G -- F -- G -- G -- F -- G -- Bb...
... Slag it.
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on Mar 19, 2012 10:26:47 GMT -5
And nearby, Hivolt was up in the branches of a tree, spying down on his old rival Vulturon. A smirk crossed the reploid face he was using right now, brandishing the teeth he didn't have in his pseudoroid form. He could hear the screech of the guitar being wielded by the Condoroid and laughed hysterically.
He then hopped down, his grayish-green trenchcoat flapping behind him. He stuffed his feather-like fingers down into his pockets and narrowed his eyes lazily, twitching the left thumb ever-so-slightly. He couldn't twitch his long ears that arced straight back, though he had a feeling that once upon a time these ears would have been able to twitch.
"You know, there's easier ways to destroy one's hearing than bad guitar playing." He sneered from behind Vulturon. He then shrugged. "By the way, it's F-flat."
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Post by condoroid on Mar 19, 2012 12:55:05 GMT -5
The Condoroid cringed. That laugh. That shrill, cocky shreik of a laugh. Bloody hell. Of all the places...
He swung his head around. Didn't look like the skreebird. But he could tell from his voice and the way he locked eyes with him that it was definately Hivolt.
"That's funny. I don't remember you being any sort of musically gifted," he grunted. Which was pretty much the same way he greeted everyone. "... Since when do you ev'n know what an F flat is, mate?"
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on Mar 19, 2012 16:50:03 GMT -5
Hivolt swept a hand through his dark green feathery hair, still laughing. Vulturon certainly took his sweet time noticing him. After all, it had taken until Hivolt revealed himself, albeit not in his Pseudoroid form.
He cackled, still ever mockingly. "Oh, I'm certainly more gifted than you. You pluck strings. Meanwhile...I sing." He then proceeded to croon a tone-deaf note, in hopes of making Vulturon cringe. Truth was, he wasn't a bad singer. He was just doing this to troll Vulturon. "Since it's the note you tried to make me deaf with that one time. Fat lotta good that didja."
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Post by condoroid on Mar 20, 2012 9:54:20 GMT -5
Another cringe. "More gifted"? The horror that his poor ears were beholding said otherwise.
He shook his head, drawling a sigh. "Any old bloke can 'sing' in his shower when ain't a soul around. Takes more than a few bolts to get on stage and put on a show." Fortunately, Vulturon had some tolerance for Hivolt's trolling.
Some.
Oh, the days of the Game. He'd tried to forget it. He'd been forced into it after all. But Hivolt was like that one nagging memory of it that wouldn't stuff it and leave him alone. "That was a G sharp, mate." He was sure of that. Mainly because he knew well that a G sharp was one of the easiest chords to make ears bleed with. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say ya don't even know what I'm tryin' ta play.
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on Mar 20, 2012 11:50:42 GMT -5
"And I have the bolts to do that." Hivolt cackled. "I done that a dozen times in a Karaoke bar. Had ladies tossin' their panties on stage."
Hivolt shrugged and flipped his hair once more. "No, I'm pretty sure that it was F flat. Because my ears weren't bleeding oil." Here, he stroked along one of his long ears. "My head just rattled for a while." He then leaned in and smirked. "I don't think I do, but I believe you should go with the notes B - B - F - F - A - A - A - B - C."
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Post by condoroid on Mar 21, 2012 9:28:42 GMT -5
Vulturon cleared his throat. What a joke. Even if the skreebird was being serious, there was no way he'd draw that kind of crowd. Then again, the frontman for BlackFire was always an attention whore. Hivolt wasn't that much of a stretch.
"Try playin' a real instrument, then gimme a call." In Vulturon's mind, vocals were the only part of music that people cared about; way too overrated. The real music behind it was what made a tune great. But try telling that to the skreebird.
Hivolt insisted it was an F flat. Tonedeaf peice of trash. No comment there, it was pointless to argue that point.
That little tune Hivolt suggested... what was that, a bass line or something? For the hell of it, Vulturon plucked it out on his guitar while Hivolt watched. After two or three tries, he thought he had it right. Pretty damn funky. Where'd he pick up somethin' like this?
Of course, he's not going to express his satisfaction to the skreebird. "Sounds like some pre-metal punk riff." Which by his standards, wasn't a compliment.
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on Mar 22, 2012 16:17:21 GMT -5
Hivolt scoffed. "Then gimme a fiddle of gold." Truly, Hivolt was trying to make a mockery of music, though he had no idea he had referred to an old song. It wasn't as though he was going to bet that fiddle of gold against Vulturon's soul, after all.
He smirked when the other started playing it. Little did Vulturon know that he wasn't the only one who had found one of those little music players trashed by a formerly "loving" owner. This one just happened to have a tune merely called "Jupiter". Not that he was going to tell Vulturon this.
"That's because you're not playing it with a salsa rhythm, you dumb condor." Hivolt rolled his eyes. "It's obviously more salsa inspired. But you don't have enough culture to recognize it."
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Post by condoroid on Mar 22, 2012 22:52:29 GMT -5
Now, Vulturon wasn't too familiar with Charlie Daniels, but he knew a reference like that when he heard it. And by the looks of it, Hivolt didn't even realize it. Some music buff, he was.
Of course, he wasn't about to make a bet with the skreebird, but confusing him further would do. "I'll bet that fiddle against your soul. 'Cause I know I'm better than you."
As catchy as this tune was... salsa? Come on. It's make a better intro riff. "Yeeeaaah. Not doin' that. And I've got more than enough 'culture' to get by on, thank ya."
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on Apr 3, 2012 17:38:21 GMT -5
Hivolt wasn't quite familiar with Charlie Daniels--nor was he too familiar with the song. He just wanted a pretty-as-heck fiddle. Because he was just that flashy sometimes. After all, he believed himself better than others. He was Hivolt the bloody Raptoroid, dang it!
He crossed his arms when Vulturon decided to test him. However, he wasn't about to eat Vulty's liver with fava beans and a nice Chianti. "I'll take that bet, and you're gonna regret. 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Hivolt rolled his eyes. "A vulture with culture? That's completely unheard of. Inconceivable!"
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