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Yarva Demonicus Etrigan ([personal profile] personaldemon) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2013-04-30 01:32 am

[location- Sanctuary] [The day after Etrigan is summoned]

Morning dawns bright and sunny over Taxon. The spring weather is holding, the blue sky is filled with puffy clouds, and oh yeah, there's graffiti over much of the Sanctuary.

It's 'art', if you can call stick figures and vulgar caricatures in spray paint 'art'.

Some, but by no means all, features of this impromptu all-night graffiti session feature the following:

There's a vampire being kicked in the ass by a blond girl. Subsequent doodles down one side of the building seem to involve the use of stakes as impromptu sexual aids.

There is a crude rendition of a woman reclining amid skulls and demons, with an even cruder sidebar of a stick figure stubbly man in a costume apparently fapping away at the sight of her, captioned with a thought bubble saying 'close enough!'.

Two men, one wearing a cowboy hat and an outsized star stuck on his chest, and the other waving a gun wildly in the air, are engaged in very pornographic stick figure sex.

There's an obscenely well-endowed stick figure Catwoman being leered at by a drooling man in a sort-of bat costume, as the kick-off of a sequence that gets less and less G-rated (not that it ever was to start with) and winds up being apparently bondage with a pearl necklace. At least that might be a pearl necklace. (The artist got bored with detail, and the art on this one gets increasingly terrible.)

Not all of the drawings are sexual: there's a cartoonish vampire with an apparent collar of bones that leads back to the hand of a dour-looking figure wearing what might be a suit, who is tossing a (lovingly-detailed) femur and saying Hol, Bruder! in the speech balloon over his head.

Here's a curly-headed man with a vacant smile and a jagged line on his head, hands holding it open to reveal nothing inside, multiple question marks hanging in space above it. At his knees, a long-haired boy is kneeling, mouth open in a vapid, receptive 'O' that seems to be ignored by the man above him.

Here's a skull-- the artist spent time on this one, it's one of the better images on the wall-- with a cartoon heart above it and the words "KEEP TRYING!"

Here's a pointy-eared, long-haired man bent over with a doctor behind him, peering through an exaggerated monocle. Caption: "NO WAY WE CAN GET THAT STICK UNJAMMED, SORRY YOUR HIGHNESS"

A messy-headed, lanky youth uses an oversized magnifying glass to follow, hunched-over, a series of footsteps; he seems on the verge of walking off a precipice, but too caught up in his clews to notice.

A stick-figure girl with a sword walks away from a blob that, on close inspection, might seem to be a swaddled infant.

A dog, perhaps a dog anyway, howls at the moon while scratching at fleas with a hind leg. A collar around its neck reads REMUS.

A scrawny looking dragon snores at the bottom of one 'panel', oblivious to the sexual shenanigans happening above it.

An unkempt man with a fro and exaggerated pot-belly wanders around through the entire multi-character tableaux, with dotted lines showing his progress like a Family Circus strip; ever so often his uncertain progress is punctuated with a "WEED?" speech bubble.

Finally, there's a cheerful doodle of a man with a skunk-stripe in his hair blowing his brains out with a gun.

The artist has not bothered to sign his or her work.
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-04-30 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
And here is Metody, drifting slowly through the maze of obscenities and making the occasional noise, too stunned to react further.

Which one is her? The woman lounging on skulls and demons is a possibility, but she's got boobs, and no one with eyes is going to draw Metody with boobs. She's practically got anti-boobs.

She hesitates at what is obviously Horst and Johannes, studying the collar and leash of bones. But the thing that binds them is blood, or the debt Johannes acquired from Horst's death and false rebirth, and has nothing to do with her. So that's not it at all.

Oh, second lady, is that - Metody pauses in front of what is undoubtedly Nuada, and makes a tiny chirp of horror. He is going to go absolutely weasels when he sees that. And so she hurries off.

And finds the skull.

She spends a long time standing there, staring up at the heart and really getting to be familiar with the deep, resentful offense she feels.
Edited 2013-04-30 09:40 (UTC)
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[personal profile] genequeen 2013-04-30 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Once Madelyne sees it, she stands where she is in shock for some time. If anyone is nearby, they might notice the occasional twitch of fingers or at the corners of her eyes. The feeling she's experiencing is something between being dumped in ice cold water and having her hands stuck into open flames at the same time and she has a hard time breaking free from the intense emotions.

Once she does, however, she slowly turns her head back and forth as if looking for something.

When you're trying to erase something from a building, a car is a perfectly valid form of eraser, right? This may not be an entirely rational thought or course of action.
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[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-05-01 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
At first, Selina's angry about this.

And then she just starts laughing.

"Oh come on. You can't to any better than that? I mean, that's not even shocking." Carefully, she climbs one of the nearby buildings in order to look more distinctly at the art.

"And look, you obviously got bored with your own story here. I mean, am I supposed to take this seriously?"
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Visual

[personal profile] bub_snikt 2013-05-01 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe it ain't shockin', but is it accurate?" Logan asks, with a lighter tone.
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[personal profile] bub_snikt 2013-05-01 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Logan has finally seen himself.

Makes him twitch a bit.

And one center claw pops out, and he begins to go about the immediate task of carving that image off the wall. This best not be load-bearing.
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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-05-02 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Long also studies the art, with his brows delicately furrowed.

"I am unsure as to the point of most of this," he says aloud; he's probably close enough to Metody for it to be heard by her should she be listening.
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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-05-02 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Mayland Long blinks several times as he observes Logan and Maddy going about the graffiti removal in their, ah, specific and destructive ways.

"....ah.... I might suggest soap and water, but...."
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[personal profile] genequeen 2013-05-02 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Madelyne is still looking around for something to throw at the building, since it will make her feel better. Mayland grabs her attention with his comment and she presses her lips together before commenting, "I'm not much in the mood to clean."
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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-05-02 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
"So I can see. It's only that ... well, there is such a thing as overkill," Long says placidly, while keeping his eyes trained upward in case there's any shrapnel from a car or from the wall that he needs to avoid.
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Visual

[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-05-02 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Not really, no," she says, still looking at the scrawled drawings.
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-05-02 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Someone desperately wishes us to know that they're a steel plated jackwagon."

That heart. It's really freaking annoying.
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[personal profile] loves_bitch 2013-05-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Oi! That was a romantic evening and I'll not have it slandered like that," Spike says, once he notices. It isn't so easy to see at night, you know?

He misses Buffy, not that he really wants to admit that to anyone.
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[personal profile] imperial_long 2013-05-02 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Long's building frown switches to a sidelong glance over at Metody, one brow arched.

" 'Jackwagon'? I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with that term."
hasaheart: (grin)

[voice; to Paul]

[personal profile] hasaheart 2013-05-02 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Wyatt knows he's screwed before he's even heard the call connect on the other end. Why?

Because he can't stop giggling. Like a little boy.

"Listen, uh--" oh dear goodness "...just get over here, okay?"
smecker: (Buh? - no words)

[video]

[personal profile] smecker 2013-05-02 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Paul gives Wyatt a dark look over the tablet at his giggling. "Get over where?" he asks while tabbing through to the map to answer his own question.

Sanctuary. Okay. "Dare I even fucking ask?"

He is, however, moving for the door.
Edited 2013-05-02 08:14 (UTC)
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[video]

[personal profile] hasaheart 2013-05-02 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
"It's, uh, it's really something." He snorts, shaking his head. "Someone's decorated the Sanctuary with not-quite-loving portraits of Taxon's finest. You'll see."
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[video]

[personal profile] smecker 2013-05-02 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Someone?" Paul echoes with another arched brow. "Alright, try to keep yourself together until I arrive, mister comedy..."

He pops the tablet back into his pocket until he reaches the Sanctuary; Paul takes a moment circling, examining some of the larger-than-life graffiti with a head tilt. Any humor he might find in some of the representations slithers away at the sight of others; some of these, Paul notes, are kinda fuckin' pointed.

Who knows so much, to hit so many points? Who but their captors? Sherlock Holmes knows a lot of shit but not everything.

When he sees himself and Wyatt he stares. It'll be a bit before he finds the humor, if he does; the graffiti is crude but clear, and the moment of his own pose he recognizes; hand upraised to shoot the gun at heaven, join a memory of violence. A street that was years ago now, but like he's going to forget jack shit from that day or any others with the Saints involved.

He's peripherally aware of Wyatt there and Wyatt finding this funny. Paul tries to respond in kind.

"I think I ought to be insulted at the artistic representation of the size of my dick," he says, accordingly, but he's not really smiling.

Hard-ons for justice. Yeah. Ha fucking ha.
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[personal profile] hasaheart 2013-05-02 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye aye, Captain," says Wyatt, and ends the call on his own end, then goes on another round of wide-eyed, shaking-of-the-head, what the living dead gawping at the...stick figure comic strips.

Yes, on one level it's disturbing that someone knows all this stuff, but on so many other levels, Wyatt just can't let himself be weighed down by all the follow-up questions. It's stick figure porn slathered across the walls of the Sanctuary, and the thought of that is just glorious. It's fantastic.

He looks over at his partner with a grin, and nope, he's showing no signs of an end to his amusement. "Misrepresentation, you mean."
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[personal profile] smecker 2013-05-02 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
Paul scratches at his eyebrow and digs out his cigarettes before answering. Lighter flick, first inhale, his eyes darting back up to the artwork.

Maddy Pryor, maybe. She reads minds. That's another really good way to get information. 'Course, Maddy's on the wall too, and not represented that flatteringly.

He counts the illustrations-- one for everyone in Taxon, whether or not you want to play the matching game of who goes with what just now. Everyone's there. So maybe someone doodled themselves into it too to throw off suspicion or maybe-- hell, he doesn't know. He doesn't know, and it's going to give him a headache, and the short hairy dude is fucking carving away chunks of the wall, what even, oh right, Taxon, why does he even blink any more, and Wyatt's grinning like a fucking lunatic.

Smile, Paul. (He does. Kinda.)

"I object also to the fact that you are wearing spurs."
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[personal profile] hasaheart 2013-05-02 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh?" He walks on closer, still some distance from the wall itself, to take it all in side by side with his not-amused-lover. Gotta wonder just how they did it, whoever it was if not the aliens.

"That I'm wearing them up there, or that I don't actually own a pair?" He teases for the simple sake of it. "You're the one always calling me cowboy. Giddy-up, agent. Yee-haw, and all that nonsense. I'm more confused about you waving a gun about. Sex with you is hazardous enough without involving gun play of all things."
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[personal profile] skinandbone 2013-05-02 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's an all purpose descriptor that substitutes for a great many curse words."

She frowns, tossing her hair out of her eyes. "What cleans off spray paint? I think some of these are going to embarrass people."
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[personal profile] bub_snikt 2013-05-02 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Logan continues his clean, circular slice - perhaps disturbing how easily he can cut through the solid wall.

"We find who did this, I'll show ya what overkill really means."
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Visual

[personal profile] bub_snikt 2013-05-02 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Obviously, at this point, Logan hasn't seen his own depiction yet, given his smirking demeanor.

"Pearl necklaces ain't yer thing, then."
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[personal profile] genequeen 2013-05-02 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Madelyne makes a soft snorting sound, though it is hard to tell if it is at Logan or Long's comment. It seems that the moment has passed somewhat and the anger behind throwing a car at the wall has receded.

"Right."
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[visual > all]

[personal profile] kings_fool 2013-05-03 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that supposed to be me?"

Jeremy sounds less offended than amused, maybe even in some weird way flattered to have a place up on the Big Wall of the Cool Kids, or at least the more impressive Taxonians.

His tablet shows not him, but the mural: he's moving along, tracking the caricature of himself as it winds a wobbly and uncertain path through the other citizens.

"Awww man, they even drew me with a plumber's crack! Should I be offended? I'm offended. Hey, Dali, I'm offended! I didn't sign a release for you to get to use my beautiful face! Or my beautiful buttcrack!"

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