genessia | Evil Plan #002 || Making Money || Action/Log

Who: Django of the Dead and YOU
What: Django is trying to make money. Give him money. Or just talk to him.
When: 1/6/2018-1/9/2018
Where: 4th Street Park -Genessia City
Warnings: Evil Skeleton trying to pretend at being good
Notes: Just name a time and date. He'll be playing for the three days straight

This city had the rule of making money and pay your own way.
It was a sort of arrangement Django could respect. He didn't like to be treated like a child and this place wasn't doing that. Maybe he could come to really like it here. He just needed money. Fortunately, he had his mystic guitar and the snow didn't bother him. He trudged through the city and quickly grew tired of it. He pulled the guitar off his back and started to hit harsh cords. Bright red lasers shot froth from the headstock of his guitar and melted the snow in front of him. He used the power with every few steps, moving through the city streets.

Soon enough he found the park on 4th street and thought it would be a good place. An hour or so of blasting and melting snow let him make a few paths to the center of the park where he could sit and play. He sat on the edge of a fountain and began to tune his guitar. He plucked at the strings and adjusted the machine heads. Once that was to his satisfaction, he began to play. He would play a variety of different songs and even take requests. He set his cowboy head down in front of him for people to toss money into as he played for them. He was sure he could attract some people to give him money. Fates help anyone who tried to steal it from him too.

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Lord only knew what he was doing in Genessia right now. Chances were, it was Chara related.

They did, after all, dump a trucks worth of Guardian action figures on him in his own goddamn house.

So here he was, rather quite suddenly, wandering sleepily through the streets. At least he had boots on, though no, he hadn't bothered putting on real pants.

Those are totally, totally still gym shorts. The boots were just to keep from losing the usual slippers.

Django would have an audience soon enough in the form of the skeleton, standing near by, a little hunched, with his hands jammed into his pockets. Just standing and listening.

Django saw the other skeleton and grinned. Another skeleton! He walked over, still playing. He finished one song and started playing an more upbeat and happy song. He did a small dance around the other skeleton as he played, smiling as he does.

"I didn't think I'd see another skeleton around here. The name's Django of the Dead. Who are you?" The small skeleton boy asked. It wasn't often he ran into other skeletons that weren't dead ancestors, skeleton banditos, or his family. This guy didn't have any of the Land of the Dead markings on him so he was sure he had to be something else entirely. Might as well try to strike up a conversation.

"of the dead, huh?" Not a monster then, Sans had learned pretty fast that dead humans looked, of all things, like skeletons. That was super weird but hey, he wasn't about to bring that up.

"sans. don't really have any title that goes with that. sounds pretty fancy though." He glances down at the guitar.

"you're pretty good at that, huh?"

Django continued to dance and moved back toward the fountain. Follow him, other skeleton. Follow him and put money in his hat. He needed it for a place to stay, dammit.

"My Nana taught me. Sartana of the Dead. She's pretty famous back home," He answered and picked up the pace, his fingers expertly strumming the strings even without flesh. He could move his fingers faster thanks to not having to worry about muscles and skin.

"Sans. Cool name. How long you been here, Sans?"

Sans didn't really budge. Not yet. He was still, technically, considering it. Heaven only knew how he even had money, but there were a few red bills on him, somewhere.

"it's nice that your nana gave you that. she must be pretty good if you sound like this."

Finally, the older skeleton starts to shuffle forward, digging around in one pocket.

"almost a year now. i mean, i wouldn't bother looking for any sign of me. i don't show up much."

"You a more behind the scenes kind of skeleton?" Django asked. That was a good sign. Sweet. He play even faster, drawing a fast and happy tune from the guitar. He back flipped onto the fountain behind him and aimed the guitar up. He hit a harsh cord and shot a red laser into the sky the exploded over him and he continued the song right on the same note he left off on.

"I like being out and about. Maybe I'll run into you more than once."

"i guess you could put it that way." Behind the scenes, under a blanket. He watches, his expression not really changing too much, as the laser shoots off into the sky, raining little red particles.

Hey, he was already paying, a small handful of red bills deposited into the hat.

"probably not."

Money! Django finished the song and jumped down to scoop up his hat. A few red bills is nice. He placed it back on the ground and slipped the guitar on his back. He held out a clawed skeletal hand to Sans.

"Well, if not then it's a pleasure to meet you now."

As a Deputy Guardian, it was Karla's job to patrol the city and keep an eye out for anything unusual or suspicious. And a set path of melted snow certainly fit into the "unusual" category. So out of curiosity, she followed the path until she found the strange skeleton man playing a guitar. Certainly an unusual sight for Genessia City. She'd expect to find something like this in Everglade.

Karla casually approached the skeleton, keeping silent so she could listen to his song. She noted the hat with the money he'd collected on the ground. It's not the first time she's seen people do that, at least.

When the song finishes, she claps her hands in applause.

"Well played," she greeted the skeleton stranger.

Django gave a bow when he heard the applause. He chuckled and moved to start playing a soft song now. It was soft enough to hear but it wouldn't interrupt talking. He grinned at Karla and nodded.

"Thank you. My Nana taught me," He explained. He turned around, still playing. He wanted to make sure he kept anyone else's attention while he was speaking with the new girl.

"I'm Django of the Dead. Performer and new resident of this city. What's your name?"

Karla gave a light bow of her head.

"I'm Karla. I'm a Deputy Guardian of this city."

She glanced at his hat of money again.

"You look like you could make an income with your performance. Perhaps you could arrange to play at the bars or restaurants? I'm sure it'd be more comfortable for you and your audience..."

Django grinned. He honestly hadn't thought of that at first. He was thinking of finding another job outside of music but he could do both. Run errands for that shadow mage during the day and play bars and restaurants at night. A good combination. He would need lots of money for his future endeavors. He nodded to her.

"That's not a bad idea. I think I will. I figured for my first day, I'd try this. Do you know of anywhere that's looking for an entertainer?" He asked. Might as well see if he could get a lead before we went from bar to bar asking to play. He was fine with breaking underage laws. He was a villain, after all.

Karla pulled out her device to study the list of public places.

"Hmm...there are several places you can try. There's the Bright Sky Diner and the Cat's Eye Cafe if you're not into alcohol. The Genessia Center Arts Theatre is used for performances of all kinds, as well as Jack's Bar and Karaoke Club. You're sure to find something."

DJango nodded along and made mental notes of all of those places. He could memorize those locations. He just needed to find out where they were and speak with the owners. He didn't care about the alcohol. His Nana was surrounded by banditos. They drank sometimes as did his parents. Sure, he was an undead child but it wasn't like he cared much for any laws anyway.

"Thank you. I'll definitely look into those places. Do you have a request for a song? It's the least I can do since you're helping me."

Karla had to think about it for a moment, and then shrugged. "Um...not really. I'm not very particular. Whatever song you'd like to play."

Django thought for a moment, his clawed fingers tapping the side of his guitar. Then he grinned and moved to play his guitar again.

"I know just the song. This is called the Lost Melody." Without another word, he began to play. It was a melancholy song. There wasn't any dancing or moving around the park as he played this one. Just his face hidden by the brim of his hat as he played the slow sad tune for his audience.

Evil Plan #002 || Making Money || Action/Log

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