Thread: Alive and Kicking [ Temptationist x X-Vash00 ]

Raging down the stairs, I was virtually ignoring any effort made to get my attention - including stating my full name, which nobody really knew. It was Koma. Never Komand'r. ALWAYS Koma. I hated Komand'r, especially since the English equivalent sounded like commander - and that was a ruling title I was trying to escape. It was hard not to turn around when you called me that, but I continued to make my way back to the basement, where another band continued to play. It was a pretty ordinary day, which the exception that my lead guitarist was so wasted he probably couldn't differentiate his finger from his toes. I could see him in the near-distance flirting with several girls as he split most of his drink with dramatic hand gestures. Rolling my eyes at the scene, I just shook my head debating just going home all together as there was too much on my mind to even focus. My thoughts would soon be interrupted. It only took a second for me to notice the wings soar past me and strike the equipment up on stage. As the wings killed the bass and sound, the current singer looked confused. He glanced at his microphone in awe and tapped it. Hello? Testing? What the... He grumbled, dissatisfied by the fact that the equipment failed mid-concert. Not again. Common, man! He whipped the mic across the stage not realizing the situation about to become. That was the moment I knew things were going to get messy, and real ugly, real fast. Upon the mentioning of they and taking them, that's when I stopped mid-walk. I paused, staring at my drunken friend and envisioning him for a moment being taken by officials and placed behind bars. I couldn't have that. That ticked me off. Knowing full well you knew our identities as Red Flag, to threaten their freedom was crossing the line. I clenched my fists for a second before making a rash decision. In a quick, swooshing motion, I shot a blackbolt towards the wall to my left. The blast struck a poster of Marilyn Mansion, which was actually just covering the breaker-box that controlled the power in the building. The box instantly sparked and exploded, causing all of the power to turn off. People began to react, but most were too drunk of high to really think it as a bad thing but rather laugh at the darkness. I took this opportunity in pitch black to get my member out and out fast. Swiftly moving through the crowd, it only took me a few seconds to reach my teammate in his drunk stupor. Code Red, I whispered in his ear, but he was slow to react. Get out, you moron!!! I smacked the back of his head to put him into overdrive. The emergency light by the back door began to flash red among the little light it was visible that several people were escaping those would be the Red Flag troupe, with other people who were panicking about the lights. A manager came down the stairs to announce, Alright peeps. Party's OVER! Power's out. Breaker's down. This show aint gonna be a runnin' until sometime this week. EVERYONE OUT, OUT! People cooperated and set off for the Emergency exit. The place was packed, making it difficult to move around especially now that everyone was trying to shove themselves out a tiny single-person door.