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[victormakesart]

Victor led Rico over to the Muse's studio, bypassing the welcome mat and walking right in.

The Muse didn't take his eyes off of the painting that he was currently working on, containers full of paint scattered all around him. It looked like he was painting a person walking out of the water, but it was too early to be sure. His third arm painted wildly while his other two remained still at his sides. It was rather unnerving, even to Victor, who had watched him paint quite often.

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[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico looks at the Muse with interest. The third arm, after you get over the shock of it being there, was pretty cool.

"Is that him?" Rico asks Victor.

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"What voice who?" he murmured distractedly. The Muse turned around, breaking into a grin when he saw the two of them. "I love visitors."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I'm Victor's friend," Rico says, nodding. "She invited me to crash at your place, if that's okay."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

He nodded and laughed, gesturing around him with his paintbrush. "This place isn't much...but it's home. I'd be happy to share it."

"You can have a choice of which bed you'd like." He nodded towards the two mattresses on the floor. On closer observation, it could be noted that the room was lit by an overhead projector and a bunch of mirrors lined up around the ceiling, powered by a car battery. It was cluttered with paintings, strange looking musical instruments and manuscripts.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I'm Rico, by the way."

He looks around the room and settles on one of the mattresses, grinning.

"Cozy place. You're an artist too?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Pleased t' meetca, Mr. Rico. I see you know Miss Victor. I don't have a name, really, you see? People choose my name for me." He half turned and went to complete the painting.

"Oh yes. I need t' be. 'S in th' job description." His voice was in a constant slight slur.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico grins and stretches out, closing his eyes. "So you're a muse, huh? How's that work out?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

Victor grinned. "Gotta jet, you two. See y'all around."

"Works out well f'r me. Get t' deal with nutso-artist type-folks. Immortal. Not so well." He laughed quietly and shook his head. "Sometimes."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Bye Victor," Rico says, cracking an eye open to watch the girl leave.

To the Muse, he says, "Artists are insane. I used to live with one. Bitchy, problematic, and PMSing everyday. Now me, I'm happy just strumming a guitar. I don't have to try for the big leagues, y'know?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Mmmhmmm. I love it." He smiled brilliantly. "Problem is, lotsa non-artists doan have an outlet. Get pissy-bitchy-problematic-PMSing-an'-violent. I dig tha' you're laid back though." He stretched, reaching up over his head.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"I hear you. Everyone who's not an artist should have a punching bag they can beat the crap out of." Giant yawn. "Haven't played for a while," he muses. "That's a bummer."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." He shifted slightly, recalling a particularly unpleasant non-artist that used him as a punching and stabbing bag.

"We ought t' get you a guitar-thing," he said absently as he painted, adding a bit of blue to the hair of the person-thing.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"That'd be nice."

Rico watches the Muse at the easel. He's never seen a painter at work before.

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Sure would."

If he knew that, he would certainly be more dramatic and showy about it, but he was a flamboyant kind of guy.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico thinks it's cool anyway and closes his eyes again. The luxury of having an actual mattress is enough to lull him into a drowsy state for a while. Very gently, he snores a little.

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

He didn't notice because he was absorbed in his work. Just a few more lines...and it was done. A frightening part-person with an unnatural edge, leaving the sea. He turned the easel around because it frightened him.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Waking at the sudden movement, Rico looks blearily at the Muse. "You done, then?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Mmmhmmm. Sure am." He grinned over at him.

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico grins back and sits up. He stretches and cracks a couple bones in the process.

"So what do you do for fun around here? Besides the whole artsy thing, I mean."

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Go t' bars," he slurred. "Can't do tha' now. Not s'posed to leave the Nexus. But...eh. It should be safe soon."

"I do pretty much anythin'."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

Rico looks surprised. "You can leave the Nexus? I mean, not you, but... people aren't stuck here?"

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Portal-things."

[nyc-ricochet.livejournal.com]

"Portal-things?" Rico prods. He's got the distinct feeling the Muse is being purposely vague.

[cloudsinmyhair.livejournal.com]

He really didn't know any better. He was always surprised when people didn't understand what he was talking about. "Like doors an' shit aroun' th' Nexus. Open up t' dif'rent worlds."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yep. That's him."