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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:15 pm
Ballroom
His feet that sat flat on the floor, lined next to each other, gave a little tap from time to time to match the beat of the music. Folded fingers even lifted and placed a few times to mirror the same gesture. Those deep gray eyes rose on the rare occasion to take a glimps at the faces of the dresses and suits he'd been admiring. They looked so happy... and like they were having a lot of fun. He'd feel so embarrassed doing such a thing.. dancing in a crowd of people who he didn't know. But... What was it like? To do such a thing.. with a guy you like. Heat didn't waste any time in flushing along the boy's cheeks at the thought, eyes quickly snapping back down to his toes, fingers clutching firmly to one another. That nervous smile worked it's way across his lips, in a natural habit to cover up such moments. Well this just seemed to be a bad idea. Hopefully his teacher's wouldn't try and pine answers from him on how 'successful' he'd been in finding friends here. It was kind of them to offer such advice, but in this instance, he was too out of his element.
Just as he was pondering the idea of simply leaving, a pair of shoes appeared in the corner of his eye, making his gaze flash up to see who the owner might be. Instantly, his eyes widened, and that flush returned to his cheeks; clearly a look of awe. It was the reaper from before! And she looked even more pretty in such a gorgeous dress! It was a lot like her casual wear, but much more extravagant! "M-Ms. Shaden...!" What was it like to wear such an elegant article of clothing?! Again...! His mind was drifting to where it shouldn't! His smile only grew, and a nervous, soft chuckle managed to slip out for a brief moment as he forced himself to lower his gaze to a safer area, "I.. I'm not sure, to be quite honest.." he replied quietly, feet fiddling with one another slightly, "My teachers advised me to come here... but.. I don't excel in grand gathering's like these." he admitted bashfully, "And.. I haven't nay friends, so.. I'm not entirely sure what else to do." his voice grew softer and softer, cheeks reddening more as he heard just how silly he might have sounded. In an attempt to lean the attention off himself, he peeked back at the reaper, smile lessened to a more comfortable posture, "You look very lovely, Ms. Shaden. The dress suits you perfectly."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:37 pm
Lumena Castle, Ballroom
They had finally made it to the ball; a little late due to Theo and Ophelia fighting just like the day before. Of course Phil and himself had tried their best to get them both to quiet down and compromise somehow but the arrangement in which they landed didn't really satisfy anyone but Ophelia herself. Phil was concerned about her condition, as was Theo. He, himself, would rather have her stay behind because he was fearful of what events might transpire. While he never once doubted she was a capable witch, if not Reaper, he didn't think it was wise to fight in such a condition and if his worst fears were realized there would be at least some kind of turmoil going around that evening -as much as he wished for the contrary. Why did he have to worry so much on such a day? All he truly wanted out of that night was to spend it having fun for a change, and preferably with Theo. That was all he wanted but his duties always had to come first. And that was the precise reason why he was wearing his suit of armor underneath a cape, no less, to make it appear more like a realistic knight costume rather than something functional. He wanted to prepared for anything to be able to calmly assess the situation should something occur.
There were so many people he could recognize in the crowd and double that many he could never recall seeing before in his life. Surely, with that kind of a number gathered even his senses would be of little help if he were to try locate a person, no matter how familiar their essence might be to him. Having just checked in with one of the guards to make certain there hadn't been any strange or suspicious sightings he was navigating his way back when the realization hit him, no matter how battle-ready he might have been he was still at a disadvantage in front of so many others. Noticing Theo standing nearby all by himself, he made haste to hurry to his side, approaching quietly from behind. "I didn't take too long, did I?" he spoke softly when he was close enough for Theo to listen to the sound to his voice, soft enough that it would otherwise vanish within the noise of the Ballroom. He reached to place one hand gently upon Theo's shoulder before turning to Ophelia. "Are you sure you're feeling well, Ophelia?" he questioned, concern lacing his words carefully.
Lumena Castle, Ballroom
Phil on the other hand, much like Theo had noticed, had went off almost as soon as they had arrived. He had stayed with his brother and Ophelia for just a little while before discreetly wandering off in search of Orpheus. He was just a little anxious but it had nothing to do with his teacher's fears despite being aware of them. It wasn't a premonition, on the contrary, it was a feeling a lot more light, almost like sweet giddiness as he waited. He hadn't really attended such an event before in the sense that he always used to simply go with friends to have fun. He had never been formally in an actual date either. He felt like a child all over again, waiting for Santa on Christmas or something like that. He did suppose it felt something close to that in the end. He took a small shaky breath and leaned against the nearest wall, scanning the crowd for that familiar flicker of orange that was certain to be Orpheus while absentmindedly fixing his clothes with one hand.
He hadn't really dressed up, as much as he dressed well, in the end, he thought with a small smile. Especially after all the trouble they had gone through to force Theo into something for the ball. It was okay, though. It would be okay. The other thing he did worry a little about was actually explaining his relationship to his brother. His teacher wouldn't have much of a problem and most of his friends would hopefully be able to understand what it meant for him. All that was left for him to do was deal with the problems as they came after the revelation did eventually happen. He didn't know how it would be possible to go for the entirety of the night without Theo finding out, after all.
As for his other concerns, about the incidents occurring all over, he had subconsciously suppressed all that to be able to actually feel well during the event. They could deal with whatever it could be in the morning. For just a little while, and he was selfish, he knew, he would like for everything to just stop and allow him the luxury of a proper date. And even though he said that fear still tugged at the corners of his mind, however much he tried to ignore it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:56 pm
Oh. The Ball. The Ball meant sweet treats. Both of the confectionary kind…and magical. So many witches around and the magic was intoxicating in a way. A mask to hide her, and keep with the theme. If she got to dress up she would do it! Long gloves, elegant dress layered with lace. The dress was the shades of purple and dusky pink she’d grown accustomed too, and of course, low cut. She had to show off her assets to snag herself a man. Or woman. She would be fine with either, so long as it was good company. Speaking off good company- “Niahm! Rajih! Did you come as a couple?” She clapped her hands together, smiling. That would be a bit cute in her mind. Then again, a lot of things were. She might have called a Reaper cute given the right time. “The ball is a bit extravagant but it’s very stifling in the sense that I don’t think we will get to see much in terms of excitement. Unless-“ Pink purple eyes glittered in mischief. “You two are up to something.” The boy who looked a lot like the girl- “And who is this?” More grinning. “Niahm- your brother? He looks a bit- delicious. “ Rajih would know that look from the town square. It wasn’t exactly the most normal or friendly in terms of just how less creepy it could seem. “Anyway, for a royal ball, they sure do lack sweets. A tart or two but nothing-“ she sighed, “substantial. It’s very hard to- Ohhh Hello.” Her caught sight of a most curious man. A reaper perhaps. “That man who just arrived...” Was he a reaper? She saw what she thought to be others but- “You don’t think they expect an attack here of all places do you?” The more reapers that arrived would unsettle her. For all she knew it could have been a lure to trap witcheaters and majin.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 1:22 am
"Attacks?" Uaithne wasn't exactly someone that stayed in the loop when it came to the local news, his attention always being elsewhere, so the mention of the attacks was new to him. He found himself wondering what sorts of attacks, if anyone had been hurt, killed, or worse... he shifted in place a bit, looking curious about it and hoped that nobody he'd met thus far had been injured though on a first name basis that was a rather short list of people. Thoughts of that sort of thing flew out the window instantly as the witch he was talking to seemed to notice Cedar and mentioned his curiosity being in 'young love' which had the majin's cheeks going a rather spectacular shade of red, "Oh! No, no... I didn't even know she would be here tonight." He said in a rush, lifting his hands up to wave them in front of him. He didn't think that he knew the girl nearly well enough to consider what he felt toward her to be love, more like a budding friendship or something like that, "I meant more like just curiosity in the way of having never been to something like this before." He'd almost skipped out on it entirely but decided that he might not have another chance to see something like this so he made himself come even if it weren't normally where he'd end up. Glad when the conversation turned from his love life to that of the girl he was talking to he felt a little relieved and he was able to get his blush under control. At mention that she was here looking for a sweetheart he gave a smile, "I hope you find the one you're looking for." He said, seeming to miss what she was truly after, instead seeing her as someone looking for love.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 10:03 am
Ballroom
Someone interesting caught her eyes as he walked by. He had grey-blue eyes that reminded her of ice and dark colored hair. The affect he had on her was both terrifying and exciting because it was new. Curiosity got the better of her as he walked by and sat down on a bench, his demeanor quite relaxed. Her feet pitter-pattered as they lead her over to the same bench and she sat down. A pale pink tongue swiped lightly over her top and bottom lip, moistening them as she thought of something to say to him to get his attention. Was it wise for someone like her, a Majin, to speak to humans during the times that were at hand? Whether it was or not, Myra didn't really care. Tonight, she was supposed to have fun.
"Come to these events often, sir...?" she asked, her voice fluttering around.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:34 pm
"Such flowery praise. Be still my heart." she purred, slowly smirking at the man before her.
Normally it was rather difficult to find those that sympathized with the Witch Eaters or even the Majins that inhabited their world. Most would sooner gut a Witch Eater than speak to one, despite what may have occurred to cause them to be in their current state. She herself was not perhaps the most noble or kind of souls... But she had personally only partaken of one heart herself... Then again she always had been rather good at resisting temptation.
"Be that as it may..." Masika began, snatching some champagne from a waiter and taking a delicate sip. "Things will smooth over soon enough as they always do. Most likely the Reapers will take care of this... Business and the world will breathe easy again... And we can go back to our lives free of one more imbecile."
Masika had a tendency to believe that everyone that surrounded her was either a fool or a pawn, someone not to bother with or to manipulate, thus her view of the rest of her race was similar. However this man... He seemed a tad sharper than most she had meant in her... Escapades. She would have to tread carefully or risk having her own tactics thrown back at her. It was a thought that had her smiling over the brim of her glass.
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Cruor sighed heavily as he felt the nice, subtle burn of alcohol begin in his stomach, soothing his nerves a little, relaxing him. With a small roll of his shoulders he chanced another glance around the room, observing things in a bit more critical of a manner. There were several teachers in attendance it seemed, as well as a Sage that he recognized by reputation only. There were many students and several Ars Lillium, Reapers, and unaffiliated witches present. He was drawn from his observation by Graveyard's voice, offering her a small smile to show that he was at least doing better than he had been.
"First time for everything, Normal-Herbalist-Dream-Seer." he teased, offering a small smile before frowning at what she had said. "We will have to stay alert, then... Err on the side of caution."
Suddenly he felt uneasy, like he was being observed, causing him to turn his head and lock gazes with a pair of steely blue eyes from across the room. He stared for a moment, almost startled that, for once, he was being the one observed and not the other way around, though he recognized this particular face. He narrowed his eyes a little, his expression shifting between confusion and suspicion as he stared for longer than was polite before jumping a little when Graveyard spoke again; he was letting himself be distracted.
"I... What?" he turned his head back to her, blinking, his eyes a little wide before he shifted a little nervously. "I mean... In front of... All these people?"
It wasn't really that he was embarrassed of his looks or anything like that, it was simply that he was too used to being seen as elite, as a perfect soldier. He didn't want to go out onto the dance floor and make a fool of himself in front of other Reapers, either. He would never hear the end of it if he messed up during a dance... And the margin for success of said dance was incredibly small in this case.
"I... I don't believe this will end well, Graveyard..." he murmured, taking another quick glance, eyes falling on the man he had caught looking at him before and quickly darting back to the woman before him. "I'll make a fool of myself."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 2:44 pm
"You haven't...heard?" Rosel raised a single eyebrow in disbelief. "It's been rather big news..." He couldn't have possibly not heard, it was all anyone talked about for the past week. Wasn't it? Rosel didn't like the possibility, but maybe she was more tuned into that particular line of news simply because of how it could affect her. Was it possible that it really wasn't all that talked about, and she was just projecting her own insecurities? Not a good possibility at all.
Of course it was also possible that that wasn't the case at all, and Uithane was just some kind of shut-in who honestly hadn't heard any of the recent news. Either way, there had to be a way to work this to her advantage. He looked concerned, but if he didn't know about the attacks, it was likely he didn't know any of the victims. "They've found some people lately who'd been victims of a witch eater. I heard they were part of some crime ring messing around in the wrong part of town, but who knows..." She kept her face carefully neutral and took a casual sip of her champagne. The ever-golden words, 'I heard'; she could say whatever she wanted and claim complete innocence. Here it had the added effect of casting Witch Eaters in a positive light for one who just might join their ranks someday.
Her good humor returned and she giggled openly at his exuberant denial of romance with the young woman across the room. Such innocence was a stark change from the drunken bumbling of her usual prey. It was almost too bad he was Majin; she would have loved to lure him outside to make a quick snack of him.
Crossing her arms under her chest, she winked at him as her quick laughter died. "Well thank you, I'll let you know how it goes. You must not get out much then, if you've never been to a party like this before." Granted, it wasn't her usual territory either, but if the Royal Family hadn't even bothered to show up, this place didn't have anything she couldn't get better at the local bar.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:06 pm
 It didn't take long for Sibelius' charmingly dashing looks to attract female company. Without moving from his relaxed position with his arms behind his head against the wall, he returned the question from this lithe little girl with a coy grin, and a hearty chuckle. "No, no, I'm afraid I don't. I never did like these annoying balls held by the royals. Look," he lazily gestured towards the mostly-empty chairs where the royal family would sit. "Most of them aren't even here. Even they're bored! Eehhhhhngh." he leaned forward, a pouting and strained look on his inquisitive face.
✰★✰ Hᴏʀʀᴏʀ ♥ Mᴇɪᴅᴏ ✰★✰ 
Feeling warm flesh touch against the exposed small of her back, Ruria turned, responding to Azra'iel's voice with a quiet smile. "You don't need to be so polite and formal all the time. Clearly, we were both raised with certain etiquette, but why let it take over? Look at THAT." She pointed towards where some of the Makai teachers were congregated. "Can you imagine of grumpy old Professer X wore a tuxedo?" she chuckled softly at the horrifying thought. "You look dashing yourself~ FIrst time I've ever been to any formal ceremony with someone I had some chance to meet before dancing with."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 4:26 pm
Kalypso was standing by the door subconcously patting her dress for the 5th time when she heard her name being called. She looked around the ball and turned to see Cedar entering. She was happy to see that she had found one person of the group and wouldn't have to stand by the door looking like a fool. "Your dress is very beautiful Cedar." Kalypso wanted to know what Cedar was talking about when she said something had happened. She gasped. She hoped it was not another murder.
Following Cedar she looked to where she was pointing and saw Lea and Xerxes. They looked so handsome in their suits. She made her way with Cedar to where the boys were. "You two look very handsome in your suits." She didn't know what else to say. When Lea offered to either get them drinks or if they wanted to dance first Kalypso didn't know how to answer. "Umm a drink would be nice please." She didn't want to think about the dancing part yet. She looked to where some other people were dancing and gulped. She would have to be close and touching one of the boys. Knowing how clumsy she was she would probably step on on their feet or trip and fall.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:53 pm
Cedar was happy to have everyone located. She looked around cautiously, and her eyes were quickly taken by Sibelius. Oh yes... He already had a female following. And she could easily see why. But his smile... Something about it make fer feel uneasy. Maybe it was just her, but... What her friends told her, she wouldn't ignore that. Her fingers flexed as she tensed up, pulling her eyes from the male back to her other friends, Kalypso, Lea and Xerxes.
"I... Actually would quite like a dance." She sheepishly smiled. "If either of you wouldn't mind." She had missed her ball when she was in school, and now she was finally there. It was strange though. She felt happy to be able to be there with her new friends. She really didn't want anything to ruin this eventing... She let her eyes move from Lea to Xerxes, wondering which one she would dance with, and then Xerxes spoke up. "So far, yes. Everyone is dressed so wonderfully... I just wish that I didn't have that lingering feeling." She glanced over to Kalypso, she didn't want to harp on the bad things this evening... So she would try and keep an eye out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 7:46 pm
Castle Ballroom [[Niamh]]
Niamh smiled sweetly at her brother, and cupped her own chin in one hand, thinking; perhaps involving him had been cruel, after all. It seemed like a good social engagement in which her brother might find some friends, however. Even though she had taken him from the graveyard where he lived, it wasn't as if he had been socialized in the same way she had. Being taken care of by a gravekeeper was far different from being cared for by a maid after your parents "died." Niamh hoped that it would turn out for the best.
Niamh smiled as her brother expressed enjoyment at dressing up. She, herself, was largely indifferent to the fancy clothing, but she did think that her brother looked smart in his suit. It wasn't that she resented wearing formal clothing, but she did appreciate that Beatrice wouldn't tell her what to wear. That, she had learned quickly, was not a good idea with young Niamh.
Of course, there had been some pull that had drawn Niamh back to Sigmund, some bond that she could not explain. She had found him somehow, and would never let him come to harm now that she had him under her watch. She would have to become stronger, wiser still in order to protect him, however. And in turn, perhaps he would become so powerful that he no longer required her assistance.
Rajih, for his efforts, was rewarded with Niamh's carefree laughter. It was, perhaps, the only truly cheerful sound Niamh was capable of; whoever could make her laugh had earned it. In this case, it was simply that there was something sweet about Rajih, and Niamh did adore sweets. He seemed as though he had a good heart, even though-- was he Majin as well...? Niamh tilted her head, regarding him with a smile. "Am I as stuffy as I look, do you think?" she asked Rajih, a little smile tilting the corners of her mouth up.
"I certainly care for my twin, though I only found him once we had grown up apart. Long story," Niamh told Rajih, truthfully. While Niamh and Rajih were sharing extremely similar thoughts, Niamh's of her parents and how they abandoned her twin, but chose to keep her as their tool in climbing societal ranks, remembered them with some poison. However, some caring part of Niamh usually dormant chose to reach out and rest her hand on Rajih's arm, however briefly. His emotions were so easy to read, his eyes seemed to change to reflect them. It was unlike Niamh's own face, her mirror-silver eyes betraying nothing.
Niamh saw Rajih wave at Ruria, though she did not know the girl, and tapped one finger against her lip. "If you want to go see her, we don't mind, of course," Niamh said, excusing him if he wished it. "Proper?" Niamh smiled, briefly. "Do you think we're always proper, Sigmund?" she asked her twin, as if it was a joke to share. "Mm, I suppose not, if I have sweets. I'm just a witchling, after all," Niamh told him.
She cast her gaze across the room, taking in all the attendees. However, Emelia approached; Niamh smiled genuinely. Niamh didn't feel a particular loathing of witch eaters; she wanted to be stronger than them, but apart from that, it was utter indifference. She laughed, again, as Emelia asked if she had come as a couple with Rajih. "No, I'm afraid I just found him here; he looks like he's curious about that cute one," she replied, gesturing towards Ruria with the palm of her hand.
"My brother, yes, but hardly delicious; in fact, he's the kind of witchling I'd consider inedible," Niamh replied, her mirror-eyes giving no trace of the irritation she would feel if Emelia tried to hurt him. Emelia seemed to be teasing, so Niamh's anger lay dormant. "That's why you have to bring your own sweets," she told Emelia, offering her the third candy corsage.
"It's true, isn't it? A lot of strong or important figures here. Foreboding. Do you think one of them is responsible?" Niamh looked towards the crowd with an almost militant expression.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:27 pm
Castle Ballroom [[Orpheus]]Orpheus wandered into the Ball, kind of late, as per usual. He didn't know where his bandmate was, and he certainly was not about to use his portals to wander around the ball. It was, perhaps, luck which directed him towards Philemon. His beloved date, the one which softened Orpheus' harsher personality and almost seemed to make him caring. Who would have guessed? Certainly not Orpheus himself. His face was lit up with an anxious glow. He had never asked someone on a date before. Sure, he'd gone places with others, but it was never like this.
With Philemon, he was invested in doing things right. He tugged at some kind of floral thing he had, which was meant to be attached to the lapel of a date. Before going any further into the room, he stopped at the doors and looked around him. Philemon seemed to be made of lightness, the way his hair looked in the ballroom. Orpheus felt some kind of choir in his heart, singing Phil's praises. He coughed discreetly, as he blushed, trying to remove the weird and overwhelming emotions. They weren't budging in the least.
Philemon didn't have to dress up very elaborately to make Orpheus fall in love with him all over again. There was the fear of death and chaos gathering in the corners of the room, as Orpheus did not fail to notice the alarming presence of Reapers unfamiliar to him... but for now, he just wanted to see his date.
He walked over to Phil, slowly, and without using a portal. There was something special about just... approaching him. And he pulled Philemon to him as soon as he was able, picking Phil's hand up and kissing the knuckles in greeting, bowing to him. These were formalities he did in jest, though his eyes gleamed with excitement. "For my handsome date," he said, slipping one arm around Phil's waist and hesitated briefly to see if Phil would mind if he attached it to his shirt. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Lumena Castle Ballroom [[Melenios]] Idly, Melenios Solnyshko petted his fennec fox familiar as it curled around his neck. He looked around, for anyone he knew... he recognized many of them, but none were allies. None were enemies in particular, either; it was merely that he didn't seem to fit into the equation of this academy. He had been striving for what felt like forever to serve as a Cerberus Knight, but he was too weak. His health was constantly failing him, and he had contracted such illnesses as had hardly been discovered. If anyone, anywhere was sick with something, Melenios might contract it.
At least his sister wasn't here. For now. Kitra was a ball of trouble, but she was always so... sweet. To everyone but him. That was how she worked. And then, given the chance, she would make you regret your kindness. Still, Melenios had yet to convince anyone that she was a trickster and not to be trusted in the least.
He wandered over to the buffet table, and tried to snack on some appetizers in peace, hoping that he wouldn't have to dance while he was here. He realized he hadn't eaten yet today, and stumbled a little as he stood, so that his fennec familiar tightened protectively around his neck.
"At least Kitty isn't here," he mumbled to himself, verbalizing his main concern. Still, what was at the center of these recent deaths...? If he was a knight, he would know, surely. Melenios sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before popping a little dumpling into his mouth.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:27 pm
Balloroom
She stretched her arms out in front of her before folding them in her lap 'ladylike'. Something she was taking extra care to be tonight. Mostly. Shaden wasn't sure the grim looks from earlier were ladylike. Though, the flush as well as the look the kid gave her when he glanced over made the Reaper feel quite girly and she smiled.
"I told you," Shaden gently bumped Athir's shoulder with her own. He seemed...well, not exactly uncomfortable. But something akin to it. And there seemed to be a sadness hidden under the sweet smiles and adorable blush. Faaaawk! She was growing fond of the boy. And she'd barely met him! "Call me Shaden. Or Deni." She said kindly. It was very gentlemanly of him to use 'Ms.' when addressing her. But Shaden didn't like it. It sounded like it belonged on someone else. Not her.
It sounds like it belongs to the Shaden of younger days.
Shoving those thoughts away, the Reaper eyed Athir with a small frown. "The teachers advised you, did they? Well, they tend to do that with everyone." At least they did when she was a student. Usually because some of the wanted an evening of peace and quiet while the kiddies were out dancing. "I myself am not a huge fan of large events such as this." But alas, she was here just as he. And alone. Her ears lowered at this, a unreadable expression crossing her features briefly before she put on a cheerful grin with a dash of rosy cheeks.
"Why, aren't you just the charmer!" The Reaper teased, eyes raking down her dress. "Thank you very much. It's just one of those things I had shoved in the back of my closest. In case I needed it." Alright that wasn't fully true. She'd had fun buying the dress at the time.
She was quiet for a minute, arms folded across her chest while she thought, eyes scanning the ballroom again. Her nose was telling her there were more Reapers around that she hadn't seen. And there were all the dancers (two of which were hopefully Graveyard and Cruor!). Sitting here probably wasn't very productive in terms of keeping an eye out for suspicious figures. Which could apply to a lot of people. Okay she couldn't get what the kid had said out of her mind. So why not fix that? Turning her head towards him, Shaden smiled warmly. "What say we go and investigate that dance floor? Pretty sure that's what you do a ball's such as this."
Jumping to her feet, an almost childish expression on her normally impassive features, Shaden held out a hand to him. Damn. This kid kept pulling the gentler side of her out. Her feline half liked him. He was like a lonesome cub that needed a bigger feline to lean on. "Come on, Athir! Once dance with me. Then we both can say we actually did something sort of entertaining here. And youuuu...can tell those teachers you at least danced." Shaden winked at him. She wouldn't force him though. If he didn't want to, she'd find something else they could do.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 5:56 am
Ballroom
Myra nodded slightly. "I see. I don't come to these often, myself." Such awkwardness she had, it was embarrassing. Such an effect he had on her, it was ridiculous. But the young Witch was here to have fun none-the-less and so, as stupid as he might make her, Myra would continue to interact with the man beside her.
"Would you care to dance with me, sir? Or do you not do that often as well....?" Myra ended her question with a slightly teasing smile. Her head was turned in his direction and a hand was just itching to be held out to him in hopes that he would take it. Myra hadn't danced, much less in a ballroom, in a long time.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:18 am
Uaithne felt as though he were missing something rather important due to the way the woman reacted, wondering if perhaps he should try to pay better attention to things when he was out instead of concentrating only on his plant friend, "I seem to have missed the news." He said, cheeks flushing a little. Luckily for him though she was kind enough to fill him in on what was going on. A Witch Eater that was dealing with a crime ring? That actually sounded rather interesting given that people only said the worst about majin that went down that path, even those that ended up there due to circumstances beyond their control. That there was one out there doing good despite the negative stereotype cast upon his or her kind was admirable. While he knew full well that not all Witch Eaters were evil, or good for that matter, this was a nice to hear that one of them sounded rather... heroic. He knew that he himself, if he didn't keep perfect control over his hunger for magic, could end up in that boat. Not where he wanted to end up but one never knew. "That sounds like interesting news for sure." He said at last after his mind stopped whirling around the information given to him, "Sounds like he or she is doing something good... I just hope that person doesn't end up in trouble..." She'd said there were attacks and even if it were criminals that were being attack that particular majin still might end up punished and looked upon unfavorable given the Witch Eater title they carried. He could only hope that they weren't captured by biased authorities or worse, Reapers. Just that word made a shiver go up his spine. Lifting a hand up he chewed a little on his thumb nail, something he did when he got to deep into thoughts that didn't agree with him, or when his hunger for magic started to rise up in him, though at the present it was caused by the former. Uaithne was a little gladdened when the conversation went from the talks of the heroic sounding Witch Eater back to the part, finding it as a lighter topic to deal with, "Ahh... yeah, not really. Until I started my studies at the academy I didn't even leave Clarus Arbor." He admitted, knowing the confession might mark him as a country bumpkin but it was what he was... and all of this was still quite new to him.
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