When Mike walked into the "contest area" and saw Sei's setup, she had to keep herself from bursting out into raucous laughter. This was so stupid. Freya, it was going to be fun.
"Nice place you got here," she commented, seating herself on the edge of her "contestant stand." She crossed her legs, leaning back on her hands and looking up at him standing on the other table.
Mike, of course, also sported her cool rock-star hairdo. Horns. Hair as usual.
HA HA GREAT. Although Marcine still wasn't entirely sure how she'd gotten suckered into judging this monstrosity... well, here she was. The entire setup was ridiculous-- good to hear Mike was amused though? Whatever. She took a seat close to the middle of the row of chairs, signalling one of the bewildered maids to bring her tea. Lots and lots of tea. Industrial strength tea. This was going to be fun.
"Why thank you, future loser. I hope you enjoy your defeat standing upon that stage of yours!" Sei answered chipperly, before pointing to Marcine. "Look! The reader of your doom arrives!"
"Pretty cocky, Sei," she said, climbing to her feet and moving to stand in the middle of the table. Setting one hand on her hip, she rubbed the bridge of her nose with the other as she said, "So, doomsayer, who's kicking it off? Care to give me a head start?"
... So anyway. Everything was ready and accounted for, maids shooed away... she leaned back, sighing.
"Listen. Rules..." Pause. Hmm. "Don't sing the same thing. Don't go for longer than a minute each." Another pause. "And try not to attack each other." I mean. Mike and Sei? Siiiiigh.
"Challenger starts." And here, Sei got a dirty look.
Sei gave her a quick wink, before turning to Mike and aiming a sharp finger at her. "Sure, weakling! I'll prove your voice has no power over mine! Go ahead and start!" Ha ha ha, Marcine was judging! Excellent! He'd win for sure!
So he thought, anyway. She paused, hand still in front of her face, and thought for a moment.
Of course her singing voice was better than Sei's, hands down, and she knew that.
That still wasn't saying much.
Lowering her arm to her side, other still on her hip, she decided on her first "entry," as it were. After clearing her throat, she began, tapping her foot for a moment first to get the beat of the song in her head.
"If I were a weapon You said I'd be a gun Lethal at close range I guess With silencer and stun
I feel more like a needle Always pulling at the thread Always making the same point again And wondering if you heard what I just said."
And Sei already had his retort. He grinned, and launched into it with a wide smile:
"And when there's nowhere else to run Is there room for one more son These changes ain't changing me The gold-hearted boy I used to be
Yeah, you know you got to help me out Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner You know you got to help me out You're gonna bring yourself down Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier I got soul, but I'm not a soldier!"
"Burning fires burning lives on the long distant roads Through the lost mountains endless so far away from home Warrior soldiers forever we fought long ago We're all lost in the darkness so far away from home"
Damn, she couldn't really remember the rest of the song, just the chorus. Not to mention she really was no good with metal. Oh well.
"Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola He say "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free Come together right now over me!"
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"Nice place you got here," she commented, seating herself on the edge of her "contestant stand." She crossed her legs, leaning back on her hands and looking up at him standing on the other table.
Mike, of course, also sported her cool rock-star hairdo. Horns. Hair as usual.
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"Listen. Rules..." Pause. Hmm. "Don't sing the same thing. Don't go for longer than a minute each." Another pause. "And try not to attack each other." I mean. Mike and Sei? Siiiiigh.
"Challenger starts." And here, Sei got a dirty look.
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Of course her singing voice was better than Sei's, hands down, and she knew that.
That still wasn't saying much.
Lowering her arm to her side, other still on her hip, she decided on her first "entry," as it were. After clearing her throat, she began, tapping her foot for a moment first to get the beat of the song in her head.
"If I were a weapon
You said I'd be a gun
Lethal at close range I guess
With silencer and stun
I feel more like a needle
Always pulling at the thread
Always making the same point again
And wondering if you heard what I just said."
(Because Mike is Suzanne Vega.)
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"And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The gold-hearted boy I used to be
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier!"
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"Burning fires burning lives on the long distant roads
Through the lost mountains endless so far away from home
Warrior soldiers forever we fought long ago
We're all lost in the darkness so far away from home"
Damn, she couldn't really remember the rest of the song, just the chorus. Not to mention she really was no good with metal. Oh well.
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"Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola
He say "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now over me!"
Sei fought back, complete with hand motions.
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"Cruelty has a human heart
Everyman does play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we go"
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