Frisk arrives in the courtroom in what's probably astonishingly inappropriate attire: a denim vest covered in band patches, black leather pants, and the Panic! band shirt from their looped concert. They even have ridiculous eyeshadow and pink streaks in their hair.
(They admit that all the gil they spent on this getup might qualify as over committing to the bit, but they couldn't not, you know.)
Bowing solemnly, Frisk retrieves a wicked-looking electric guitar, complete with flame decals and some kind of special lacquer. They wordlessly set up the amp, tune, sound check... then, just as wordlessly, they begin to play,
The epic rock ballad that roars out of the speakers isn't just notable for its length or complexity. No. Frisk plays the guitar obscenely, ridiculously fast, their fingers a blur, the friction causing the strings to steam up a little bit. In addition to their already-insane SS Speed, Frisk hopped themself up on a half dozen different brands of Hi-Speed boosters before arriving in the throne room.
As the solo reaches its climax, Frisk plays faster and faster, teeth grit as they struggle to keep control of the chords. Then the guitar bursts into flames. Literally. The heat from the kinetic energy Frisk's been unleashing on the guitar causes the specially-made lacquer to ignite, swiftly covering the guitar in fire as they reach the most intense part of the song. By the time they finish with a #epic powerchord, the entire instrument is in flames, and once they bow they swiftly put it out with liberally-applied Water Spouts and Water and Ice Ninjitsus.
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(They admit that all the gil they spent on this getup might qualify as over committing to the bit, but they couldn't not, you know.)
Bowing solemnly, Frisk retrieves a wicked-looking electric guitar, complete with flame decals and some kind of special lacquer. They wordlessly set up the amp, tune, sound check... then, just as wordlessly, they begin to play,
The epic rock ballad that roars out of the speakers isn't just notable for its length or complexity. No. Frisk plays the guitar obscenely, ridiculously fast, their fingers a blur, the friction causing the strings to steam up a little bit. In addition to their already-insane SS Speed, Frisk hopped themself up on a half dozen different brands of Hi-Speed boosters before arriving in the throne room.
As the solo reaches its climax, Frisk plays faster and faster, teeth grit as they struggle to keep control of the chords. Then the guitar bursts into flames. Literally. The heat from the kinetic energy Frisk's been unleashing on the guitar causes the specially-made lacquer to ignite, swiftly covering the guitar in fire as they reach the most intense part of the song. By the time they finish with a #epic powerchord, the entire instrument is in flames, and once they bow they swiftly put it out with liberally-applied Water Spouts and Water and Ice Ninjitsus.