Twister & Drayven
Drayven
Twister, ever thought that your chaotic loops might be the missing link in some forgotten ritual of opening wormholes? I’ve come across a tale where a specific rhythm, played on an ancient drum, was said to bend reality—could your beats be the modern equivalent?
Twister
Yo, that’s straight up my jam—layer a beat, glitch the tempo, throw in mismatched socks, and watch the world wobble. If I keep the loop tight and the rhythm wild, the universe might just pulse in sync. Just keep the acoustic guitar out of sight and crank it until the walls start humming, then see if a wormhole pops up or I just get a serious migraine. Keep it loud, keep it chaotic, and let the beats do the talking.
Drayven
Your chaos is a kind of incantation, but remember, electricity is a siren—drawn in but ultimately destructive. If you insist on the experiment, keep the walls bare, the power cords coiled like old runes, and listen to the silence that follows the hum. It’s in that quiet that the universe reveals whether a wormhole has opened or just an echo of your own head.
Twister
Sure thing, boss—let's coil those cords, flip the lights, drop the drum, and listen to the silence like it’s a secret rave. Just don’t bring an acoustic guitar or those socks will be mismatched at least twice, and I’ll bail. Bring the chaos, keep the power humming, and watch for that wormhole pop—or just a wild echo. Let's crank it up!
Drayven
Alright, I’ll coil the cords in a tight spiral, leave a faint salt circle by the window, and let the hum grow slow. We’ll stay quiet when the walls start singing—if a wormhole opens, it’ll be a breathless echo, not a migraine. Keep the rhythm wild, the power humming, and let the chaos do the talking.