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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 4:50 am
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Acteon was grabbed off the stage suddenly, Mim at their side. For a moment, they watched the winged girl perform in shock at their sudden, rude removal from the stage. Did Cerpin allow this? Weren't they a scheduled performer? To be removed from the stage before they were done, this was a total outrage. They were livid, and turned to Mimimi. "We're getting back on stage! I'm not letting some yellowblood upstage me like that," they said to her. They still had songs to perform! And Mim's firebreathing was taken well, getting at least a few cheers from the crowd. That was the attention they craved and needed. It was what they deserved. Climbing back onto stage, they crossed their arms. "Hey, Seraph, I wasn't done yet. Don't you have any manners for your fellow performer?" they said from the back of the stage. They broke into a lazy smile, tilting their head a bit. "Get off, or we'll make you get off. Okay?"They weren't one for fighting if they could avoid it, but this was special. Mimimi was all the back up they'd need if it came to a fight, and this was unforgivable. If it turned into a brawl, well. So be it. This was their time, and their performance, and their stage. Green Minuet hey these Things are terrible and bad girls who are agents of chaos |
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 9:12 pm
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Engrav Setlar
Engrav escorted Polair through the crowd, looking for the object of his ire. That damned yellowblood was around somewhere. "Maybe he left," the inventor said, daring to hope that might just be the case. Or would that make it worse? It would make it worse. He already knew that. The lack of knowing where they all stood, that precarious red dance, he didn't know if he could take that. Didn't know how anyone could for long. That was the kind of stress that could make a troll crazy.
And there he was. Engrav jumped as Buffel appeared from the crowd like a ghost. He looked... Buffel looked like he'd already had a rough time of it. Engrav didn't know how to feel about that. He glanced at Polair as the yellowblood joined them, guiding the seadweller towards a shadowed alcove in a corner of the huge hall. Somewhere a little quieter.
"I'm... sorry," the inventor said to the other yellowblood, joining the pair for a moment as the moved into the safety of the hidden corner. "I was rude before. I didn't know about the... circumstances in play." Engrav ran a mechanical hand through his hair, thinkpan racing. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not happy in the slightest about this. But you two clearly need to talk. I'll be over here making sure no one bothers you." He took a position at the entrance, watching the club for possible interlopers.
Engrav wasn't going to interfere.
But he was sure as hell going to eavesdrop.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 11:36 pm
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Nanogg Breckt
Purplebloods, huh. Well, he'd been curious about outsider purplebloods... and he and 'lune had just so happened to run into two of them. What a deal!
Se'lune, calm the ******** down... he wanted to tell her. He didn't want the others to hear, though. She was acting all nervous, and Nanogg sort of got why, but... Geez, you're tougher than this. Why was she showing weakness? Was it a ploy?
He didn't see why she bothered. So far, the purplebloods weren't particularly special: one was a trembling leaf and the other was more or less chill. Kind of like Cerpin, from Nanogg's limited experience. How many purplebloods acted like him? And how many more were useless, entitled dipwads?
Nanogg was going to find out.
"Yeah, what she said." He wasn't bothering with a false name - one day everyone would know his name, and he'd rather it be his real name. After all, his name didn't need to be hidden - it wasn't like he had a criminal life outside of the Swamp, like the grown ups. He had a perfect alias for when he needed one, but right now...
"Nice to meet you two, too." he moved a little closer to Se'lune, "Party's pretty awesome, huh." Well, they'd just gotten there, but it looked like a big thing.
Bigger for the adults, though, who were doing adult things. Like quadrants.
But big, he guessed, for Autumn Seraph, who was on stage right then. And, he guessed, the other kids on there with her. He was pretty sure he'd seen one of them breathe fire, and to some degree he wanted in on the trouble/fun. Because they looked like trouble/fun.
Right now, though, he had some purpleblood research to do, and he had to keep an eye out for Se'lune... because while she could take care of herself, and was probably more experienced than him in doing so, he didn't like leaving her alone with two of these ********. She and him had an understanding, after all. He grinned at the two purplebloods, repressing his urges for the time being.
"A damn shame about your food, though." Nanogg said. He didn't particularly care, but it was kind of a waste to have it all over the floor. Some lusus would probably eat it, though, and he almost wondered if the outsiders would care. They were probably super loaded, right? Never had to scrounge for food? That was how it was out here, wasn't it?
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 11:55 pm
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Sephos Arbola
"I don't know if her feet'll fit." Sephos commented, tilting his head for a better angle. No, definitely not. He had no idea what the heck Punkie meant by 'quest' but he knew, from the now-familiar bubbly feeling in his innards, that he was going to find out.
No, actually, that was a different bubbly feeling. This was lighter, more gurgly and tingly. It was, probably, from what he'd drunk.
Sephos didn't know the tealblood(s,) but Punkie seemed to. She knew a lot of people he didn't know, so that was nothing new, and seeing her excited was nice.
He did know the blueblood however. He gave Quella a nod. "Hey." he greeted the bunch of them - generally and belatedly. Belatedly, because the hassle that was happening, regardng the shoes, didn't seem to be very greeting worthy.
If Punkie was trying to find whoevers feet fit the shoe, then... "Maybe you should try our feet first?" he half stated, half asked, wiggling his toes thoughtfully. Punkie's feet were not the right length for 'em, but maybe his...
What if they fit him? They were so pretty...
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2018 12:02 am
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Psykgi Mentha
Talking to Buffel later was good enough for Psy - let the psychological issues sink in, get him somewhere private, and squeeze them out like fruit juice. It was, very literally, her job, and she loved every delicious minute of it.
That was a slight exageration. There were parts of work that sucked.
But not the part where she treated Flydra. That part of her job was looking very fun right now, and she looked forward to their next session. She sipped at her punch and turned to watch the events on stage. Wasn't that blueblood kid on stage also at the mansion? Who was the one setting the stage on fire? That was some fun, right there.
Also fun, though, was the young winged yellowblood Seraph. She looked fabulous on that stage, but -- more interesting to Psykgi -- was the glimpse of defiance in the bodylanguage of the blueblood kids. Were they going to pull something? The idea almost felt... nostalgic.
Oh, and she was sure she'd seen her CO somewhere, but she wasn't bothering him at the party. He was probably performing or something later, considering.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2018 6:18 am
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Satisfied that Knetic was okay, Mihail continued to put some of the larger snacks back on his fallen plate. Once that was done he stood up again, sighing to himself at the loss. Now he'd have to go pick them out again... or just not eat for now. That seemed better. "We--'re fine." He glanced from Selune to Nanogg, the tealblood seemed considerably less apologetic but he wasn't going to press it. He'd rather... find a waste bin to toss this plate out.
"It's suh--suh--something." He shrugged, scanning the area for a place to dump his plate. Ah, a bit a ways... "It's fuh--fine, uh, I'm -I'm sure that-- uh, that some lusus will eat-eat-eat it." He looked to Knetic, then nodded in the direction of the can before sliding off through the crowd to toss the plate. He didn't like the thought of leaving Knetic alone with two strangers but he was still within sight and it wasn't like Knetic was totally incapable of protecting himself. Once the plate was discarded, he made his way back and retook his place at his friend's side.
Now, how to get out of this conversation that he didn't want to be having in the first place. He didn't mind talking when he had to- such as with adults that needed answers or in situations that required verbal communication but...he considered this to be neither of those situations. Maybe Knetic could do translation...
'Do you want to leave? Or talk to them?' He signed the question at Knetic, head tilted to one side, one brow raised. Hopefully he'd get it- sometimes Knetic forgot the signs.
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ImaginationsParadise rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2018 4:20 pm
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Dalema couldn't stop smiling. Really, when didn't she smile? Oh yeah, that one time with her drink but that's about it. "Ahh!! Glad to meet you dudes!" Dale beamed. There was a plan in hand though, and the emerald blood really wanted in. She was nosy, and clearly this would be something fun! "Bomb dude! I'm like totally gonna go with this. I can totes handle the heat! I'll distract the cool cat like, BAM!"
"Can probs do it on my own, unless you'd want to tag along. Or can keep up with me, I don't know man, I don't know you enough to know, like, if you won't screw up." Definitely Gwen seemed off... Weird? Literally, she didn't show much emotions when she greeted her. Like, hello? Awesome dude saying hello to you? "Catch my drift? Actually not my drift but Avvisi's. But you do understand the plan right?" She asked the greenblood. However, as impatient as Dalema was, she didn't wait for an answer. "Nevermind, forget it, I'll get the punch!" She rushed over where the drinks are being served and grabbed a cupful of punch. However the cup slipped of her tiny hands and into the fountain it went. Wow.
"Bogus!" Dale kicked the fountain and grabbed herself another cup, just for it to slip back into the punch. Another cup was taken by the greenblood. Third time's the charm. Making sure she wouldn't mess up, she walked back to the group of girls. "Got it! Now all we've gotta do is find the target!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 9:19 pm
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Polair felt really nervous. Feeling Buffel's hand on her shoulder made her face heat up. She sure missed that, knowing he was standing there in front of her. She missed it. Though the yellowblood was right. They needed to talk this out away from prying eyes. They all had drawn enough attention tonight. More of it would make matters worse.
Moving away from the crowd make Polair feel a bit more confident and relax, yet the situation she was finding herself in still make her uncomfortable. Not being able to describe what she felt made her uncomfortable. While Engrav spoke to Buffel, Polair took the time to plan out what she would say to him. She tried to find the right words that wouldn't outright blame him for what was happening. After all, she was to blame as well.
She cleared her throat as she had organized her thoughts some. Thankfully Engrav would be on the lookout yet, surely, he'd take advantage to hear out what would be discussed between them. "Your appearance here has been... unexpected however, not unwelcomed. You ran off before I could tell you this though. I'm glad to know you are alright." He wasn't dead so that was good, right? "In all sincerity, if I was an impulsive troll I would've punched your arm by now. I mad at you, you... made me feel mad. It's a horrible feeling. Flydra told me you two... Had some sort of relationship going on." A bitter-sweet taste was felt in her mouth. She didn't hate the other girl, these things sort of happened apparently. "Tell me, are you happy? Does she make you happy? If not, why? I need to know how you feel Buffel, please."
"We both have been keeping this to each other and... It's killing me, not knowing what you think of me is killing me slowly. She told me you were unsure and I'm hoping that was just a lie. Please, tell me you have an answer. Please tell me you are sure of what you feel." Otherwise, this might be harder and take them longer.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2018 10:23 pm
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Buffel gave a nod of recognition to the other yellowblood. ” I’m none too happy about how things are playin’ out either, but I bear no ill will towards ya, er...Engrav, was it? I just want to hear everyone out and get everythin’ settled, you have my word. I apologize iff’n I lost my temper afore. Won’t happen again.”
He patted the other yellowblood on the shoulder as he made his way to the alcove with Polair. He spoke the truth, Engrav had done no wrong to him that he could think of. By his eye, the other lowblood was simply a bystander who got caught up in Buffel and Polair’s awfully handled affairs of the heart.
He walked over to Polair, and listened intently as she gave her piece of the questioning. His chest tugged tightly as she explained how much she’d been hurting. As she finished, he stood up and for the first time looked her directly in the eyes. He could see through her hair their soft red coloration and a question that had burned in him for a long time was finally given an answer: Her vision had never gotten better since the space tower incident. It probably wasn’t going to.
”Polair, I’m...I’m so sorry.”
He swallowed hard, determined to make his words clear, not muddled and choked out. She deserved some clarity.
”I should never have stayed away for so long. I thought I needed time to myself, time to figure out who I ought to be without my lusus. I thought it’d be too hard to get over his death if I still saw so much that reminded me of him everywhere. But I was wrong.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and hunched his back down as he considered how much he’d missed everyone. Sequestering himself had been a quick and reckless decision. The kind he’d been known to make. Or at least, the kind he made when he wasn’t thinking of her.
”I was gone longer than I intended and when I realized it already felt a might too late to come back. I didn’t know how to do it any way that’d be enough to apologize. It wasn’t fair to you, and I’m sorry.”
He sighed. It felt good to finally find a way to let her know what he’d felt about his departure. He scratched the back of his head, mulling through all of the questions she posed as he began to answer them. He was hoping he’d get as much out in the open as possible.
”Now as for yer questions...Flydra, she confessed t’ me a short while ago. I had thought I’d been honest with her about where we’d left things, but I was wrong. I honestly had no idea she’d felt that way til she asked.”
He scuffed his feet as he spoke, trying to distract himself from the awkwardness of all the muddy emotional issues in their lives right now. It made him feel sick to talk about, but it was important to get the words out in the open for good.
”I admit, I was unsure. Unsure how you felt about me. I like Flydra, she’s amazin’, and intimidatin’ person to see. There’s an attraction betwixt us t’ be sure. But I’d been open with her to that point and I was open with her after it too. I didn’t know where you stood with us, and I was...holdin’ out hope. It was wrong of me to ask her to wait, I shoulda known then what I meant by it.”
He was saddened as he said it out loud. He wasn’t looking forward to his talk with Flydra after this, but something needed to be said. She deserved better than what he’d given her. He took a step forward. He hadn’t been this close to Pol in what felt like an eternity. His voice wavered a bit as he finally began to get off his chest what he’d wanted to for so long.
”I was unsure, Pol. But I was only unsure how you felt. Whether I let myself think about it er not, I knew what my intentions towards you were. They’re the same as the day I left.”
He took her hands as he continued, his face completely flush as he continued.
”I was wonderin’...what yer intentions were with me. I’ve been gone fer a long time, and I understand if that changes things fer you. Engrav, he seems like a great guy, and I get it if I’m too late. But also...”
This was the question that nagged him the most. The one that pained him.
”I told Flydra everythin’ about you and me. I couldn’t keep my trap shut about you, I never had you off my mind. In hindsight, I feel awful for waxin’ romantic about you so much in front o’ her. But afore when he stopped me...he didn’t know who I was. Was there...is there any reason you didn’t tell him about me? I don’t know how long you two have uh...known each other, but I was curious if there was a, uh...a reason you never brought me up...”
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2018 8:27 pm
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The highblood pressed her lips together as she tried to understand him. It was truly her fault all along. If she could've still see, he wouldn't have lost his lusus or his arm. “It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again.
Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life. And... I know how it feels. I definitely do. I feel a kind of vertigo that makes me shake afterwards. I guess we all feel it when making a difficult-seeming choice, and sometimes you seriously don't know what you want because you don't know who you're supposed to be, or who you want to be. Thus having to escape because it all just... breaks you down."
“Don't be sorry Buffel please. You are not to blame." It hurt so much that she never told him about her eyes, fearing he might hate her for her incompetence. "It's my fault. You've lost him because of me." He voice was shaky, her eyes swelling up. "The only reason I didn't keep on insisting for you to stay was because I couldn't bare being around you knowing I had messed up. Knowing that if I would have acted responsibly, we wouldn't even be here right now." Polair clenched her fists, truly upset for everything. "I couldn't dare to face you, knowing that I was the one who got you into this mess in the first place."
“I was blind and heart broken and didn't want to do anything about either because I deserved both things." She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing her pitiful attempt to hide her eyes from him away. "If I had my vision back then, you wouldn't have left. You would still have your arm..." It all just hurt. It truly did.
And it pained to choose between boys because she couldn't compare what she felt. Whatever it was that she was feeling and experiencing didn't have a name. She didn't know, she wasn't sure what it was. But that warm feeling of being cared for... It was there for the most part. Polair fell into silence as she noticed he had shifted closer to her, taking her hands with his... God, such proximity felt like she was undergoing cardiac arrest. "I fell for you and I fell hard. You bruised my heart to the point where I swore I would do everything in my power never to fell for anyone again. It seemed safer that way, it guaranteed that I could stay on my feet, stay on task, and I wouldn't hurt anyone else again. Back then, I would rather walk through life completely without emotions - empty; than crawl through what’s been pumping through my veins one more time." It wasn't all that bad just unnerving actually. Emotions were really annoying. "That's just the amount of esteem, respect and fondness I have for Engrav, who somehow turned that train of thought around. And I can't lie or deny that I enjoyed every second I've spent with him. Yet I cannot say there was never a moment in which you brought a smile to my face."
"Wait, what?" He'd been worried she hadn't mentioned him to Engrav? Prior to this moment, Polair never thought of bringing him up. That was because she wouldn't have guessed that whatever was going on between them would end up like this. “You were tormenting yourself because I didn't bring you up?" Polair wiped a tear away and breathed out heavily though her nose. "Preposterous, truly glub. I've know him from when I was a kid, lost touch with him and later on our paths crossed. I don't think either of us expected any of this to happen, nor the thought of having strange yet really..." Good, it all felt really good. "peculiar emotional reactions towards each other crept up as of tonight. Therefore, because I never really thought I'd like Engrav this much, the thought of you hadn't arisen. It's not as if I had discarded you from my thoughts completely... I did think of you, but I didn't say it anymore. In all honestly, I didn't think it'd be healthy. You were away, you needed to be away, I was finding myself in a bad place and, really, such thoughts could lead to unhealthy obsessions.”
"It was nothing personal, nothing covert or malicious or simply as a way to get revenge. I'm an open book, except when it comes to my disability, and I do say what I think when it's necessary." Her intentions... What were those back then? Had they changed? Polair flushed and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know if I'm still able to answer that." Ugh, she HATED not being able to give him a straight answer. "I wish I could..."
She knew feeling and experiencing emotions would ruin everything like this. As Polair turned her face to "look" at him, she felt as if she'd never not knew the troll standing in front of her. And it was because of their long history that she searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to her was ". . . I missed you. I miss you so... ******** bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me. I..." She didn't want him to leave again.
Buzzwulf engrav just getting the juicy info
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 2:40 pm
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"Were you disappointed I didn't sweep you off your feet in person?" Cerpin let out a laugh at Sascha's quip. The yellowblood never hesitated to give him a little ribbing which only entertained the rebel more. Not many dared to go head to head with him. Sascha leaned forward and his long hair caught the light. It was longer than before. Was Sascha planning on growing it out forever? The look suited him and Cerpin felt a little embarrassed at noticing.
"Better late than never, huh?" With a quick motion, he grabbed hold of the lieutenant to carry him over his shoulder with a grin. The psionic was heavy and not as easy to keep hold due to his larger build but Cerpin was going to mess with him anyways. Wading his way through the crowd, he took the stairs up to the stage where Autumn was finishing her performance. Acteon and Mimimi hovered at the back of the stage though he wasn't sure why. Maybe they were trying to take the stage again, that would be fine except he needed it momentarily to tie up Sascha.
"Let's give her a hand, that was our own city's Seraph! From Superstar Authority!" He grabbed the mic with a free hand and nodded towards the glittering yellowblooded diva as she finished her song. "And later up, an encore from- Acteon and... friends?" He looked to Acteon and Mimi, unsure who the heck Mimi was. He'd given Acteon the green light to perform but hadn't remembered a second member to their act. Well whatever, if they wanted to do some kind of double act, he didn't care. So long as they waited until after he got this next act going.
"But up next- you all remember NOVA?" Sascha was finally let down from Cerpin's shoulder on to the stage for the fans and attendees to see. The crowd let out a cheer at all these Chittentown representatives taking the stage. Cerpin had to agree, it was nice to have some celebrities from their dry sandy desert hell-hole making it big.
"Chittentown's second hottest bachelor, here for your entertainment! Who wants to hear him sing?" The microphone passed into Sascha's hands and Cerpin motioned at the crowd with his hands to make some noise before pushing back down the stairs into the crowd again. He was getting too tempted to grab another mic and put on some kind of duet to relive those exciting nights before the space tower incident. That was just what Tevini wanted, he was sure of it.
Where the ******** was Deimos? The tealblood's clear distrust and disbelief in the very idea of quads and relationships was just the sobering influence Cerpin needed right now before he did something stupid.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 7:15 pm
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Sascha rolled his eyes so hard his nose drew a circle in the air. "Everything's a damn production with you ain't i-IIAH!" Sascha barely had time to notice Cerpin was bending down, and the yellowblood was suddenly hefted into the air.
Sascha lay draped over Cerpin's shoulder like an especially flustered sack of potatoes. He at least had the presence of mind to psychically twist his hair into a bun so it wouldn't drag on the filthy club floor. In the meantime Sascha used his physical body to elbow Cerpin in the a**. "What the hell do you think you're doing pri-ick!" Sascha stuttered as Cerpin started ascending stairs. He wasn't about to wipe the both of them out by throwing a fit--or worse, kicking some rando and starting a brawl. This wasn't that kind of party. At least not yet. Sascha clearly didn't know what was going on in Cerpin's mind.
Despite his viewpoint consisting of 90% cape, Sascha could deduce pretty quickly he'd been dragged up on stage. Sascha plonked down on his boots unceremoniously. Cerpin at least had the decency to drop him back onto his feet.
"What up Chittentown!?" Sascha spun 180-degrees to face the crowd properly. He was all smiles and fist-pumps as Cerpin introduced him, though the purpleblood could no doubt feel the silent furor radiating from the other man. Sascha took the mic automatically, barely even having to look to Cerpin. Sascha was all stage presence now.
The practiced movements gave Sascha a scant few seconds to think. It was odd how adamant Cerpin was about getting him up on stage. He'd barely bothered to say hello before literally putting him there and passing the figurative baton of the microphone. It wasn't like Cerpin to forego direct attention like that.
Sascha made a few cryptic hand motions to the troll manning the sound equipment. The patented NOVA grin dropped from his face as the music kicked on.
"Amen, amen, amen, amen..." Sascha sang into the building drum beat while stomping a foot. He wasn't one to care about motives, but in this case he was finding it difficult to ignore--and that he didn't want to in the first place.
"Each and every day, hiding from the sunshine. Wandering in the shade; not too old, not too young... Every night again, dancing with the moonlight. Somewhere far away, I can hear your caaaaall."
Sascha slowly tilted his head back. Hair from his hastily compiled up-do spilled around his horns. "Ah-ooh hoo hoo, ah-ooh hoo hoo!"
"I'm out of my head! Of my heart! And my mind!" Sascha jumped forward, casting his arm out over the crowd. "'Cause you can run, but you can't hide. I'm gonna make you mine."
"Out of my head, of my heart, and my mind! 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now is cry-ing out for moooore."
Sascha's eyes darted to Cerpin and stayed for one piercing moment. His gaze only dragged away once he'd already begun singing the next verse.
"Ain't no fairy tale, what I see in your eyes. Awaiting your mistake. Not too close; not too far. Sneaking in the paaaain, every truth becomes lie. I won't trust myself once I hear your call."
"Ah-ooh hoo hoo, ah-ooh hoo hoo!"
"I'm out of my head, of my heart, and my mind! 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide. I'm gonna make you mine. Out of my head, of my heart, and my mind. 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now is crying out for moooore."
Sascha howled and sang into the dark of the crowd. His unchoreographed shimmying carried him across the stage. He managed to avoid the edge despite dancing with his eyes closed. His hair fell around his face in mismatched tendrils. He bent back so far he went down on one knee.
"Is cry! Ing! Out! For moooooore!" The song swept up, then collapsed on a cymbal crash.
Like a broken spell, Sascha hopped back up onto two feet. He dusted off his pants and pushed his hair out of his face, all while waving to the crowd. "Nothing but love for you, Chittentown!" Sascha crowed. He slammed the microphone back into the nearest stand.
Sascha waved further as he left the stage. He all but skipped down the stairs. He landed at the bottom on both feet. The look he shot Cerpin's direction was sharp enough to draw blood.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2018 1:19 pm
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Quella Fehtan
Quella smiled mischeviously at Masoal, mouthing a "thanks" as he didn't mention whose shoes those were. "You know," the blueblood said with a grin to sephos. "I think those shoes would look really good on you. They'd really bring out the uh... color in your eyes." Her grin got wider as she continued, giving the tealblood with her a little wink.
"I mean really," the blueblood continued, turning to the juggalo. "If the messiahs or whatever left behind a shoe for you to find, couldn't it be a gift for whoever stumbled across it?" She had no idea what was going on with the facepaint, but the hunter was trying her best to be sensitive to whatever was going on over there. "Actually, EMI! If you and Masoal are interested, you guys wanna get a picture? We can get all the sweet props and Masoal can scowl in the background and pretend to be cool."
Micillia I have no idea what I'm doing
saedusk Masoals' a sweetie. Dont try to tell me different
Melancholies lemme take a selfie w/ you |
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