The lights will flare once he punches in that combination, the faceless masses going batshit crazy. They cheer. They jump. They climb onto the stage, and proceed to yank Shiraishi into the crowd. He can kick and fight back all he wants, but they are relentless and won't stop until he's crowdsurfing.
Not!Prompto will spin Hizamaru out of the crowd when this happens, safely depositing him in a barstool. His skin will start bubble up once the shadowy figure leaves him, but he will remain oblivious to it for the time being.
It's once all of this happens that the lights abruptly go off — and everything stops. There's no more music. There's no more cheering. Shiraishi will hit the ground immediately, almost like the crowd has disappeared. He will find himself holding something about the size of his hand. Hizamaru will still be affected by the drugs, but... His mind will clear up enough that he'll remember where he is, and who he's currently with.
He goes back onto the barstool with a surprising amount of grace for someone who is supposedly drug. Bless this athletic, acrobatic body. He just sits there as his skin bubbles with a small, fond smile on his face. Shiraishi gets to crowdsurf in the night club.
And then the lights go out. The wash of darkness cools him. He stands up and turns, making a slow walk back toward the wall with the switch, his boots echoing on the floor. After a pause, he flips the switch.]
[ Shiraishi Does Not Want to crowdsurf in this nightclub, and while everyone vanishing and hitting the ground would be a blessing it's actually quite a blow and he wheezes slighty as he hits the ground.
...
Yeah, no he's not a fan of clubbing. ]
I'm wonderful, thanks. Are you still oozing blood with that demon not touching you anymore?
[ lawd. okay, he's going to have a look at what's in his hand. terrifying. ]
Once he's done that, however, they will both hear a click from the direction of the exit. It seems like the doors are now unlocked, and they can safely exit the Night Club without any problem. The room will reset and lock itself once they're out, but... The two of them will have issues that will persist for the following few days.
The soreness from getting dropped aside, Shiraishi will find himself more sensitive to loud noises and bright lights. He will easily get a headache whenever he's exposed to either of these, and the effects will last until the end of the week. (Or, you know, until death.)
Hizamaru's skin is no longer bubbling, but the injuries he sustained will persist. Furthermore, he will become more and more aware of the pain from said injuries as the effects of the drug wears off. He will continue to hallucinate about people he cares about until the end of the week, holding entire conversations with people who are simply not there or hearing their voices. Furthermore, his clothes will be permanently stained by the black goo — and he will have a hard time washing the stuff off his skin, too.]
He does wander slowly back over to Shiraishi, glancing down at himself.] I seem to have been damaged, but... it doesn't hurt? [Not yet anyway.] I should be alright.
[He stops by Shiraishi, and he really doesn't wanna help Shiraishi up because that sure is an (un)holy buttplug. Hm. But anyway, he kneels down and takes Shiraishi gently by the arm to help the man up.]
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The lights will flare once he punches in that combination, the faceless masses going batshit crazy. They cheer. They jump. They climb onto the stage, and proceed to yank Shiraishi into the crowd. He can kick and fight back all he wants, but they are relentless and won't stop until he's crowdsurfing.
Not!Prompto will spin Hizamaru out of the crowd when this happens, safely depositing him in a barstool. His skin will start bubble up once the shadowy figure leaves him, but he will remain oblivious to it for the time being.
It's once all of this happens that the lights abruptly go off — and everything stops. There's no more music. There's no more cheering. Shiraishi will hit the ground immediately, almost like the crowd has disappeared. He will find himself holding something about the size of his hand. Hizamaru will still be affected by the drugs, but... His mind will clear up enough that he'll remember where he is, and who he's currently with.
One of them should probably get the lights.]
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He goes back onto the barstool with a surprising amount of grace for someone who is supposedly drug. Bless this athletic, acrobatic body. He just sits there as his skin bubbles with a small, fond smile on his face. Shiraishi gets to crowdsurf in the night club.
And then the lights go out. The wash of darkness cools him. He stands up and turns, making a slow walk back toward the wall with the switch, his boots echoing on the floor. After a pause, he flips the switch.]
Shiraishi-san...? Are you okay?
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...
Yeah, no he's not a fan of clubbing. ]
I'm wonderful, thanks. Are you still oozing blood with that demon not touching you anymore?
[ lawd. okay, he's going to have a look at what's in his hand. terrifying. ]
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Now that the lights are on, Shiraishi can take a good look at the object in his hand.
It's a buttplug.
Once he's done that, however, they will both hear a click from the direction of the exit. It seems like the doors are now unlocked, and they can safely exit the Night Club without any problem. The room will reset and lock itself once they're out, but... The two of them will have issues that will persist for the following few days.
The soreness from getting dropped aside, Shiraishi will find himself more sensitive to loud noises and bright lights. He will easily get a headache whenever he's exposed to either of these, and the effects will last until the end of the week. (Or, you know, until death.)
Hizamaru's skin is no longer bubbling, but the injuries he sustained will persist. Furthermore, he will become more and more aware of the pain from said injuries as the effects of the drug wears off. He will continue to hallucinate about people he cares about until the end of the week, holding entire conversations with people who are simply not there or hearing their voices. Furthermore, his clothes will be permanently stained by the black goo — and he will have a hard time washing the stuff off his skin, too.]
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He does wander slowly back over to Shiraishi, glancing down at himself.] I seem to have been damaged, but... it doesn't hurt? [Not yet anyway.] I should be alright.
[He stops by Shiraishi, and he really doesn't wanna help Shiraishi up because that sure is an (un)holy buttplug. Hm. But anyway, he kneels down and takes Shiraishi gently by the arm to help the man up.]
A gift?
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he lets himself be demanhandled to his feet, and brushes off his clothing before slipping the, uh, "gift" into his pocket. ]
I've had better.
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What happened, Shiraishi-san...? I was... I just remember dancing. I felt like dancing. And... Prompto-san...?
Forgive me for swallowing what was in the statue's hand... I didn't want anything to happen to you first when we tested it.