[Voice/Action]

[thenightmarebegins]

[Now appearing live in the town square... but also in voice format on the journals... it's Vincent, once again singing. His monsters are restless because of the messed up AU-ness, so what else can he do but sing about it? This time he's in a blue suit and shorter hair than usual.]

♫Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me♫


[Vincent pauses to steady himself mentally and then continues on. He glances toward the gun in his hand several times.]

♫Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters♫

[Grits his teeth in pain.]

♫Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all♫

[Vincent seems to be having more trouble internally and he holds his head a moment before continuing.]

♫I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me...♫

[Very suddenly he morphs into Galian Beast, who- disturbingly- continues to sing in a growly tone.]

♫He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity♫

[Vincent's voice comes forth from the monster:]

♫Easy come easy go - will you let me go♫

[Then the Galian voice alternates with Vincent's:]

♫Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside♫

[With each "for me" he transforms briefly into a different monster- Death Gigas, then Hellmasker, and then... CHAOS:]

♫for me
for me
for me♫

[...and now Vincent's voice dominates even if he's Chaos'd at the moment.]

♫So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here♫

[De-transforms into the Turk again.]

♫Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me♫

♫Any way the wind blows...♫


[ooc: Vincent is from an AU in which the modern-era Turks found him in the coffin and he went with them in a plan to take the company down from within. Replies will come from demon_turk.]

Comments

[omnislash-ver9.livejournal.com]

YOU AGAIN?!

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

[There's pause and then an embarrassed sigh. This time, he's much more bothered by the singing moment than before.]

That happened against my will.

[omnislash-ver9.livejournal.com]

So you're... not a creeper?

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

♫I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong-♫

[Clamps his mouth shut for a moment.]

The person you met before... is not who I am.

[omnislash-ver9.livejournal.com]

Still the random singing, though.

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

If I could find a means to end that, I would.

[Every time he opens his mouth he has a rush of paranoia that music will come out.]

[omnislash-ver9.livejournal.com]

You could become a strong silent type and never... talk?

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

[Not that he talks a lot as it is, but still...]

Perhaps.

[omnislash-ver9.livejournal.com]

I think that might work.

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

[Opens his mouth...]

♫This is the voice of silence no more♫

[Closes it abruptly. Waits a moment. Wait, wait, wait... There he feels better.]

...I agree.

[omnislash-ver9.livejournal.com]

... Or maybe not.

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

[He keeps his mouth shut and nods, hoping that he can hold back any further need to burst into song. And he's going to take out his journal now and attempt to make a field report. Because this is what a Turk should do rather than sing.]

[omnislash-ver9.livejournal.com]

Well, uh... good luck!

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

[He nods once more in thanks.]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[Terra heads through the square, not in the most social of moods, but that singing definitely catches her attention. She pauses, glancing around until she spots...oh, Vincent. As Chaos.

...

...wait, what?]

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

.....

[Busy catching his breath and pretending that didn't just happen. He glances warily around and then frowns as he notices an onlooker.]

Terra.

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[She hesitates, then heads over.]

Vincent, are you well?

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

[He nods stiffly at her.]

I don't know what came over me.

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[She bites her lip.]

You couldn't control your forms. Are you...feeling different?

[He doesn't seem on the verge of berserkdom, but still....]

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

♫The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it♫


...I don't know. Perhaps a result of the recent... strangeness.

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[...yeah, not quite sure how to respond to the song, so she just doesn't.]

Probably. Um...do you want a Silence spell?

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

I should be fine.

[After all, as little as he talks much, he prefers being able to communicate verbally at all.]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

Okay. Just thought I would offer.

...you have a nice singing voice.

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

I...

♫See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all...
Right where it belongs♫

...I prefer not to think about it.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

[Thought broadcast will have to cover for Aerith's speechessness.]

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

[Vincent is busy wishing that performance didn't just happen. He also seems hesitant and uncertain since in his version of events he'd only made an alliance with them toward the end of their battles, so... he never had much chance to know Aerith. He doesn't know where he stands.]

...You're concerned?

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

Of course I am! It's not exactly normal for you.

[She's noticed the suit...but she doesn't exactly know what to make of his reaction to her. Is he...younger, maybe?]

You do know who I am, right?

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

Aerith Gainsborough, of sector 5, daughter of- [He's used to running this all through his head, he'd learned facts on all of them... but he stops himself from the automated response.] I know we never spoke much back home, due to the... circumstances.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

Not much, but enough. Add "friend" onto your list, all right? The way I remember things...we'd been traveling together for a while.

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

I never traveled with you and your companions... although I allied with them by the end.

When I went to face Hojo, they were also there. That was when we joined forces.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

...Oh. So...

--Well, that doesn't change things for me! [Makes her want to kick a few Malnosso, though.] So yes, I'm concerned.

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

We met in a few brief encounters. I fought you and your allies at first. it wasn't until... we faced Hojo together that I realized my mistake. I also read your files...

As for my... condition...

[Takes a musical interlude.]

♫This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin♫

...It is something I usually keep better contained.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

[So her thoughts are definitely still on, then. It figured. But that gets put on hold when he starts singing again...]

Mm... [How disturbing, Vincent.] It's so careless that they're messing around with it. But--it's been over a week, this won't last much longer! Right? Raine's guide said they usually end after a week.

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

♫-

[Opens his mouth, clamps it shut upon realizing it's more singing. He takes a moment to compose himself.]

...That is abnormal. Unfortunately, it seems I haven't compiled reports of my own to confirm this officially, but... I don't recall any lasting longer than that duration, either.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

Then it has to end soon. [...In another week.] Will you be all right in the meantime?

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

It's difficult to know with any certainty with such a variation in pattern... but we'll see.

I should be fine.

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

[And after thinking that, she nods.] All right, Vincent. Take care.

[demon-turk.livejournal.com]

[Hesitates, this is so strange for him to hear.]

Likewise.