fandomhigh | Tournament, Danger Shop, Day 2

Tyler	The Nemesis side of the Danger Shop Coliseum might have seemed brighter this morning, with the record of five wins and three losses the day before. The judges were again at their podium, and Tyler poured soda into a conspicuously logoed cup before talking. "I don't see why we have to go through a whole day more of this," he said idly. "We're just kicking their asses. I feel embarrassed for them."
Deathstroke	"It's not over yet, Durden," Deathstroke replied, ignoring the lounging like a pro. He had his own match today. Hopefully it would be better than yesterday
Tyler	"You're saying you think there's going to be any challenge for our side?" Tyler asked, lighting a cigarette. "Unless somebody wants to lose." Which was, in truth, always a possibility with him. You learned stuff when you lost.
Ghanima	"If it's a challenge you're looking for, perhaps Miss Watson would be happy to enlighten you," Ghanima replied dryly. "Either of them. Nemesis is only ahead by two, and we have two more days to go."
Tyler	"And thank you, Paula," Tyler shrugged, leaning forward to read the list of events. "Looks like I'm up first, so I'll rejoin this fascinating conversation in a few." He pushed back, gulped some more soda, and headed to the competitors' locker room.
Deathstroke	Slade watched him go, not saying anything to the contrary. Once Tyler was gone, he looked at Ghanima out of the corner of his eye. "Interesting that you don't have an opponent like either of us."
Ghanima	Ghanima rolled her eyes and looked over at her remaining co-judge. "Is he always this annoying, or does he just hate women that much?" "I have no opponent because I have no nemesis," she replied, looking out at the rest of the Danger Shop. "Despite what some would-be challengers might think, I have only ever had one. Myself."
Deathstroke	Slade hummed thoughtfully. "As for Durden... he can explain himself. I'm not his keeper." That was totally a yes on the annoying part.
Ghanima	That was totally a yes on the annoying part, and Ghani smirked. "And you?" she asked, tapping the list before her. "What's your stake in all this? Forgive my presumption, but you don't seem to approve of the tournament." The tau whispered at her for a moment, and Ghani tilted her head to consider him. "You're a professional, not a fanatic."
Deathstroke	"Exactly. I'm a professional."
Ghanima	Hired, then. Ghanima did, actually, respect that. "Then let's get your professional opinion on this one," she said, smiling as she lifted her hand. "Time to make Durden earn his keep."

[OOC: OCD up!]

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"Then our audience today is fortunate, for I have a bit of skill with the piano myself," Edward said. "Shall I begin, or would you prefer to start?"

"By all means, you can go first," Lestat said. He even made an elaborate gesture of invitation. "I'd be delighted to hear what pleasant noises your fingers can create."

Edward was tempted to find out what sounds his fingers could make when wrapped around Lestat's throat. As lovely as that image was, however, he was bound by honor to participate in the tournament and throttling his opponent would not be the proper approach for this battle.

He settled himself at the grand piano that had been provided and took a few deep breaths to focus himself. He didn't need the oxygen, of course, but it soothed him. Also, it emphasized the human façade he projected.

He ran his fingers along the keys and played a couple of quick scales to test the tuning. Finding all in order, he closed his eyes and played one of his favorite pieces, Clair de Lune (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlvUepMa31o) by Debussy - a classic, timeless piece that never failed to move an audience.

He played perfectly, not a single missed note. He took his bows as the piano was wheeled offstage and smirked in Lestat's direction. Top that, you pompous twit!

Lestat smirked right back. He did so love an invitation.

The stage was set for his band. He went over to the keyboard and played a few testing notes before seguing into his own version of Clair de Lune, expertly mimicking Edward's version before speeding it up, adding notes of his own, and then sliding it into the sarting notes of a song of his own (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0mcr261Jfs).

As the music rose in throbbing intensity Lestat went over to the microphone. Not that he needed it, but he enjoyed all but fellating it as he sang, making sure to keep eye contact with members of the audience, his grey eyes dark with promise. It was possible that the lyrics were sexual to purposefully annoy Edward, or it was possible that Lestat just couldn't put it away before he hurt himself.

Once the song was done Lestat was on his knees at the front of the stage. He acknowledged the audience, then the judges. He winked and blew a kiss to Ghanima in particular. It was possible that was naughty of him to do, but then that was exactly why he wanted to do it.

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