Got the new chapter up! Yatta! This one took a while because it was kinda vague in mind and I wasn't sure how to sort it. Anyway's enjoy!
The next few gigs went smoothly. Tai had adopted the Haliscan set to replace the tux, though decided to ditch the hat, and added a long black cloak and a pair of shiny black boots. Alec's dress had been slightly modified to give it extra frills and a more feminine curve to his body, much to his displeasure, along with vast amounts of makeup. Vorn had kept the tux trousers but ditched the shirt and jacket entirely, preferring a bare chest and matching black toots to Tai's, but had gone an extra step further and added fingerless black gloves. Plucky had more-or-less kept the tux but oddly taken a liking to the Haliscan hat and added a gigantic chunky metal belt and a pair of massive black boots with holes in the front for his toes to poke through. Their quickly growing fanbase were enthralled by their looks and different style of music. Even when they had just gone out to sit and have a drink, fans had shown up asking for performance dates and if said band member could perhaps sign their cloaks? Straight after gigs people would go up to them and express how much they adored the band. Sometimes they'd even hang out with fans, making new friends and contacts, getting requests for more performances. Too many times Alec had his sex questioned and every time he'd repeated "what the fuck (or freak depending on the sex of the questioner) do you think?" Though sometimes the fans seemed a little insistent, overall Tai didn't mind them too much. But he could see it gnawing away at Alec. One day, the guitarist had stood up just after finishing breakfast in their new apartment and said:
"I'm going out fuckin' shopping. Need something to clear my fuckin' head" and left before anyone could say anything.
"Dude, hope he's, like, okay and stuff" Tai had mumbled after a while.
Plucky simply shrugged and watched the door patiently, taking a drag on his cigarette.
Alec let his hair down and put on a simple black dress that wouldn't be too noticeable with a matching dark hood to stop people bothering him. He didn't know what he really wanted; just that thinking of anything else would keep the pressure of irritating fans off his mind. Perhaps, he thought, he should pay a mage to send him to Dalaran where he could blend with the crowds and sit in a restaurant and have a peaceful drink- or even visit Silvermoon.
Due to his distracting thoughts he'd wandered into the shadier part of Shattrath, and mentally cursed himself for being so careless. He turned around swiftly, meaning to make his way towards the Scryer's terrace to see if there were any helpful mages there, but found that something had caught on his sleeve and held him back. He made to turn but something cracked on the back of his head, stopping all train of thought or motion- and then everything blacked out.
He woke up what seemed like hours later, lying on something warm and soft. He was very comfortable, perhaps he'd overslept? Something was tickling his bare skin and he became aware that he wasn't wearing his sleeping robe. In fact, he realised, he was only aware of wearing a pair of boxers. He tried to move and open his eyes, suddenly feeling a dull ache in the back of his head. Had he gotten smashed last night? That wasn't like him at all. He opened his eyes.
His first impression was that he was lying on a great white bear of some sorts. He was lying on thick white fur and there was a warm patch just where he'd been lying. Around him were deep red silken pillows and royal blue silken cushions and what looked like rose petals of all shades from white to red to black were scattered across the fur and pillows, and when he moved the slid off his arms and back and floated from out of his hair, which had somehow been kept tidy and free of the usual tangles and knots he usually woke to.
He looked around. The room was dark, lit only by candles. Once he'd adjusted to the lighting he saw that he was, in fact, lying on a round bed, typical of Blood Elves, with a massive white fur sheet over the normally blue mattress with all extra decorations thrown on. The floor was much like any typical Sin'dorei building with white-silver stones and colourful veins in between, but there was a deep red, thick carpet that lay at the foot of the bed with a jug of wine and a bowl of fresh fruit in it. The walls had been graphitized with words and images that were barely visible; he didn't even bother trying to make them out. He was busy staring at the other people in the room.
Seven cloaked and hooded figures had drawn close, and then knelt at the floor, as though in prayer. He shuffled awkwardly and looked around, feeling horribly naked.
"Uhm..." He began, unsure of what to say.
"Oh Lord Master of Music! Our Angel of Bass! Guide us with your knowledge and grace us with your glory!" The one on the furthest left cried dramatically in an over-the-top mysterious voice before throwing them self to the ground as though to worship.
"...The fuck?" Alec muttered, baffled.
"Our Angel of Music!" The other six chanted, before imitating the other one.
"Er, I think you have the wrong fuckin' guy so..." Alec made to get out of the bed.
"No! Master, you must not move! Please stay where you are!" One of the hooded figures cried out.
"Right, fuck this. I'm certain you have the wrong person-"Alec began.
"You are the crossdressing male bassist of the popular band Authentic Dragon?" the hooded figure on the left cut in.
Alec bristled "Crossdressing! Fuck that! It's-"But he never got to explain what it was, for he was cut short again.
"My master, I apologise! I have offended you!" The hooded figure threw them self to the floor dramatically.
"Can I fuckin' go now?" Alec asked, exhausted with all of this.
"No, my Lord. The mortal world is no place for you!"
Alec let out a long sigh.
Back at the house that Kitchzy had kindly bought the band, Tai was sitting in his room. The decoration was quite basic with only a mic on his desk at which he sat. He was tapping at a bit of paper upon which he was trying to write a new song. Unfortunately, he was much too worried. The normally optimistic singer was troubled by the lack of his bad-mouthed bassist. The elf had been gone for hours and he doubted that even Alec could spend that long shopping. He wondered if Alec had got into some trouble, then shook his head trying to rid himself of those thoughts. He didn't want to dwell on that. Normally he'd speak to Vorn in this sort of situation, but the Orc had decided to see if he could find himself another drum. Tai was finding it quite strange to be without Vorn, whom he'd practically known all his life and had never really been separated from since they'd met. He'd momentarily considered finding Kitchzy but he knew she'd just wave her hand and say something not very helpful. Perhaps, he mused, Plucky may be able to help.
He stood and meandered out of his room towards Plucky's room, which was right at the end of the corridor and was the smallest bedroom in the house. he knocked on the door a few times and then pushed it open gently.
"Dude, uh, can I, like, totally..." he trailed off, stunned.
Plucky was surrounded by women. At least two of each race of women, all very attractive, horde and alliance alike surrounded plucky with trays of food, drinks and cigarettes. All of them were looking upon him as though he were some sort of god. Plucky raised his head casually and looked at Tai questioningly, a cigarette poking out of his mouth.
"Uh, like, sorry and stuff!" Tai left the room quickly.
The young troll leaned against the door, flustered at finding Plucky's room being practically a whore house. He shook his head and wandered down the corridor, feeling utterly lost for the first time since meeting his friends. Just when he was about to give up hope in a very uncharacteristic manner, he heard the door close and Vorn call greeting. He grinned and made his way down the stairs to greet his good friend.
Alec was growing more and more frustrated. He didn't know what they wanted from him or why he wasn't allowed to move. They'd tried to force the wine and fruit on him until he'd had to physically shove them away. Now they'd left him and he was tired. He wanted to leave but didn't seem to know which way to turn. Some of the candles had blown out and he could barely see further than the red carpet.
Just then three figures emerged, though they were not robed. They were three female blood elves wearing similar scanty dresses and walked in such a way that their hips were thrown out in a way that was meant to seem arousing. They drew close to Alec, who shuffled back awkwardly, and lay on the furry bed, reaching out and stroking Alec who flinched back.
"Let us entertain you" one of the girls said in a lust-filled voice.
"Ah, fuck, no thanks" Alec said awkwardly.
"A God must have his loyal servants" The other whispered.
"I'm not a fuckin' God so I don't need any fuckin' servants" Alec laughed nervously, trying to edge away. Today was just getting worse.
"Let us please you" the other moaned slightly.
Alec scrambled away "Fuck, help me someone" he half whimpered.
Just then a door opened at the end of the dark room and light flooded in. A silhouetted figure stood in the door momentarily before he held out his hand, a ball of light dancing between his fingers. The man was wearing golden plate armour and had long, neat golden hair with a blue headband keeping his fringe from his eyes. he walked forwards with authority.
"Okay you lot, scram. Otherwise I'll triple your rent for ruining my property" He commanded in Thalassian.
The girls made to protest but he gave them a firm glare and they scampered out, glancing back once or twice at Alec. The young elven paladin turned to Alec and grinned, offering his hand. Alec took it and pulled himself up, grinning back at him.
"Hello there, brother" The young man grinned winningly, still speaking Thalassian.
"Antherin, I'd have never fuckin' expected" Alec responded in kind "Let's catch up later, shall we, for now we'll find my fuckin' clothes and get out of here."
Poor Alec, he doesn't get a moments peace. and hey, check it, new character :D! And, as for Plucky, he loves pretty women. Just being there, nothing sexual. he just likes being surrounded by pretty things.