The male snickered, kicking his blue eye over to the departing drummer as she left him in the rehearsal studio to trudge upstairs and meet Lorenzo. Swiftly, the guitarist's fingers shifted up the neck of the guitar, playing through the chords swiftly as--- The male's head suddenly snapped back, weight distribution shifting from where he sat on the large amplifier until his shoulders hit hard against the wall behind him, crunch from his hairspray coated mohican hardly audible in the sound room. His lone eye stared vacantly upward, blue gaze screwed up to the ceiling as his pupil dilated, blackness engulfing the light blue hues. As if in a trance, the male gawked up into the heavens, right hand falling away from the guitar neck while his left fell across the strings to let out a discordant mix of open strings and the pad of his palm distorting the sound. Frankie exhaled slowly as a shiver ran down his spine.
Ultimate Dark, is that you? I'm listening... speak now: your son awaits your orders.
Another exhale cut out of his throat, sharp and almost pained, dark brown eyebrows narrowing as a fog of chilled condensation seeped out his mouth. Like dying... that open channel the force of Evil used to fill his head with thoughts sparked a cold settling throughout his body that felt remarkably like dying. It was almost painful, and yet... his eye widened as a smile peeled across his sky-turned face. Exciting... almost painful and yet exciting. The words flooding into his skull overlapped his thoughts, muting his mental train to instead bring forth the message he knew the other two were hearing at the same exact time. His breathing was hitched, pained expression darting across his visage as he narrowed his eyes at the ceiling, heart pounding hard in his chest. That grin slid off his face, replaced as he grit his teeth hard to dull the throbbing pain within his skull. Ultimate Dark's booming voice echoed throughout his cranium, ripping away any distracting thoughts to have the male's full, undivided attention. The Spectrum Warriors had awakened, the voice told him, and with their awakening, their crystal too was coming to life. That was the disturbance Frankie felt earlier, what compelled him to go towards that mansion. He leaned further back onto the wall, neck stretched as he kept his vision glued onto the ceiling of the sound room. An exasperated whine cut out of his throat, left hand jerked away from the instrument that hung from his neck, and a clash of notes peeled into the air. The noise went unnoticed by the young man, full attention on the deep message scratching into his brain. Stay hidden, it continued, be wary of White... and don't make a spectacle of yourself.
A pained laugh tore from his throat, maniacal smile spreading farther across his face as his eye opened wider, gasping for air as he was specifically addressed. Excitement. Were you watching, Ultimate? Did you not like the show? His back arched, slamming his head once more into the wall, as his guffaw morphed into a tortured, choked bark. The guitar about his neck swung with gravity, side of the instrument crashing against the amplifier as its musician coiled backwards in a freakish display of contortionism. Did I do wrong by you? Like a man hyperventilating, he choked in breath after breath, that crazed grin and wide eyed expression never faltering as he listened on to the voice intermingled with his thudding heartbeat in his temples. His sky-coloured iris was completely engulfed by his pupil now, black void swallowing the only colour he had on his person as the voice inside his mind finally said what he wanted to hear:
Prepare for war, my children.
His athletic frame convulsed, right hand slamming back hard onto the wall as more laughter peeled out his throat, suddenly regaining control of his body as the coldness left him. His pupil contracted, snapping back to almost a pinprick before returning to its normal diameter, and a pained, anxious whine cut out of his throat. Frankie, Frankie... let's do this. His left hand snapped onto the wall, providing himself support as he shoved himself off the large free-standing amp and onto his feet, momentarily at a loss of balance as his senses came back to him. He felt alive, lit up, and eager to see how the other two were fairing. Ultimate Dark knew how to treat the reckless young man: talking to him was like setting off a shock collar to a dog; the message could not be ignored even if he tried. For some sick reason, the punk preferred the special treatment. The Gibson Les Paul hanging about his neck and shoulder quickly came off as he pulled the guitar off his person, letting it clamour onto the floor without care. In one swift motion, the male ran almost sideways to the recording studio entrance, catching sight of the German Shepherd at the base of the spiral staircase.
What was it with spiral staircases and dogs? There wasn't a canine he'd ever met that would climb them. With a smile plastered across his countenance and panting heavily, Frankie darted past Beau and started scrambling up the stairs like a madman, "Simone! SIMONE! Simone, Simone, Simone, Siiihhh-moooaaannn!" his crazed bass voice echoed through the corridors in a mixture of excitement and mania, the athletic figure throwing himself up the steps in bounds as he used the rails for support until he reached the top, where his band mates where located. A facial tick yanked at his visage, hiccupping his laugh, "Did you hear that!? Did you hear! The Crystal's awakened, that's what's been going on!" His mohican bounced with his jerky motions, frayed and destroyed to the point it may not even be considered a standing hairstyle, and now the guitarist slid towards the counter and standing bar stools, knocking one over in his way to tackle the drummer, "Simone, Simone, Simone! Siiiiimon!" Once more he used the masculine form of her name, and now the taller male threw his arms around her in a hyper-enthusiastic hug, "That's what we felt earlier Frenchie!" His heart was still thundering in his ribcage, adrenaline coursing through him. Christ, he loved messages from their Dark Leader.
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