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Having had his fun with Roen and his partner, Cyril made his way across the floor, enjoying his flapping glory to its fullest. Immediately following, he looked for his next victim, still having enough steam to pull off another one.

And that was it...

He made his way over to Red, still dancing heavily, the beat of his music ringing heavily on the air. He smiled as he got to, giving her a small wink. "Evening Miss. My pleasure. I am Cyril Tymon" He continued to dance, with a little less vigor at this point, slowing down his movements, but fortunately. Keeping with the beat. His pink tie flowed seamlessly still, his body now doused in sweat, showing his obvious fatigue.

Esouna chuckled when he denied stealing the silverware--it wasn't a big deal to her, but he seemed to want no one to know. Alright, she could play along.

The sleight of hand trick would go off perfectly. The fairy did not notice that he had hidden the fork, and as a bonus, she didn't catch on to the trick. Esouna smiled, believing that real magic had occurred. After all, lots of Gaians had some sort of paranormal ability, so there was no reason to pay close attention and look for tricks. "Nice." The diminutive woman pulled her hands behind her head as if relaxing, and hovered a little closer to the magician. He could touch her at this point, if he cared to. "Me? Canya. I'm not from here," she explained, a casual tone to her voice.

"Ouija..." He'd start with a toothy grin, that rotten black canine dangling from his pearly whites like he was playing a sick joke. "Someone's already beat us to the punch. We might have to spike it a time or two to catch up with these lightweights." He had to admit, the thought had already crossed his mind a few times, and despite the fact that most wouldn't have much of a reaction to it, the changeling had already planned on sneaking in a few of his 'special' fruits to add more of a kick to the party. Though he'd get what he needed out of it on top of grossing out any who thought the bowl might be worth a venture. Hell, if he was lucky he'd get a good laugh from watching the spirits take in some of his special batch.

Despite all this Wigi would follow Ed, his crossed eyes flickering at all direction at once separate from one another. He'd taken the time to dress up himself, in his own way, at least beneath the large, garish penguin suit he wore. A rather unkempt tux clung to the ogre's body, the stitching coming undone and the elbows baring holes where wear and tear took its mark. beneath that rested a dulled-yellow undershirt, stained with what one might interpret as urine though Ed might notice as the juice from some of Wigi's 'special fruit'. Below all this rested another suit... his TRUE formal-wear, but that was to be revealed at a later time.

For now the man's often unkempt brown hair lay ordered for once, the strands leading straight down to make him look like some sort of large, portly choir boy just finished with the priest in a confessional.



Wigi couldn't help but chuckle a bit as the naked crusader pranced about, doing his thing. training his lazy eyes ((or at least as much as he could with how much they waggled around)) on the man as he went up to take a crack at the loud b*****d proclaiming how he was the king of the hill. Wigi didn't mind, he paid little heed to it in fact. Rather he'd turn his gaze to the cyberpunk and let out a bit of a cheerful jeer. "Damn Ed... and we thought we were your weirdest friends. This guy's got balls, and all be damned if he doesn't want everyone to notice it." He added another bit at the end with some extra laughter. "Well hell, looks like the b*****d snatched himself a fight as well!" He'd glance around as though looking around for something. "Lets pick up his date while he's busy, really piss the groggy b*****d up."

Seth looked from Jurie, back to the man, and back to Jurie. He gave a small wave at what she said about wanting to attend all of the "outsider's" rituals. "Trust me when I say you don't want any part of that. People like him are either stupid or just want attention. They'll probably either try to bash your face in if they are a fighter, or try to pick you up because you are a girl. Just not worth it." He grabbed another piece of the food on his plate and took a bit of it.

Listening to what all she had to say, he had to admit it was pretty interesting. He wasn't a part of a nomad group, but his village was pretty small. They produced to type of people. Fighters and farmers. Since Seth didn't want to be a farmer, he was a fighter. He could see where she was coming from though. He nodded as she finished up talking. "I can understand where you are coming from though. Thinking back, I remember that when I was a kid, I use to think that it would be amazing to get out and see the world. But I guess that all really just changed. When I was about 10, I went to train with a master that use to live in our village. I was pretty much living, eating, and sleeping training at that point. I guess living the secluded life changed my views. I guess just at that point, I was use to not really focusing on life. Interesting when I kind of think about it. Never really did." He kind of just finished talking and picked up a few more pieces of food, taking a bite out of them, and taking a sip of his drink. Looking around the room a little bit, it seemed like a few fights were breaking out. Hopefully he wouldn't be dragged into them.

Archie gave a small bow as the little creature was impressed by the trick that he pulled off. After all a conman took pride in his work. While it was more of a magician trick, he used a lot of his slight of hand skills to pick wallets, watches, and other items off of people that fell for stuff like that. Coming back up after a second from his bow, he noticed that the little creature came slightly closer, and he did actually poke her. Of course, he made sure not to poke to hard. He gave a small smile interested in this little lady.

"Well that is pretty clear my little friend. I don't think I have ever really seen another like you in my travels. Granted I've seen some pretty weird beings and creatures, I don't think I've seen one like you yet." His voice was calm and charming, which happened to be another trait that made Archie a good conman. He gave off a little smiled and took a step back.

Grabbing the brim of his hat, he pulled it off a took a good size bow. Popping back up a few seconds later and securing his hat back to his head, he smiled. "The name is Archie Snow, Entertainer extraordinaire. I can deify gravity by climbing a twenty foot wall with no tools. I can dance, sing, and preform the most amazing magic you have ever seen. Just ask and I can probably do it." He smiled throughout the whole of his little speech. He added in a flashy tone that a person trying to sell something would, and even added in matching hand gestures to fit the different parts of speech. If a person knew the ways of a conman, they would tell he was pretty good one.

In accordance with the trends, yet another limo would casually roll up to the front entrance of the banquet hall. Sleek and back, what you'd expect from any of the party goers. The driver would park directly before the doors before hurrying out to let loose the occupants. Pulling open door would reveal nothing more than a shadow interior, a pair of silky and pale legs crossed and seemingly glowing in the darkness.

In a flash of photograph Sokoya's frame would emerge, attached to those sleek legs. In an amazing transformation, the former fighter and terrorizer looked a woman. For once. Rather than the tomboy fashion she was known for, the porcelain skinned woman was adorned with a dress. Her hair had grown out since her major appearance in The Dark Tournament. Going from butch to a little past chin length, sleek and straight.

Her heels made padded thumps on the carpet as she casually took a few steps forward. She came without a purse or any semblance of gear. And with a dress like hers, it was doubtful she was hiding anything. Stopping and planting a hand on her hip, the platinum haired beauty would spin about to gaze at the car. Her blood red gaze expectant.

And she waited.

Moments passed.

Putting on a pouty frown, the girl would lean over, peering into the darkness of the cabin. "Coming?" Sokoya would query, obviously expecting another occupant to emerge. The response from within was deep and rumbly. Sort of like thunder emanating from within, too low to be heard over the buzz of reporters and fans.

"Fine, I'll see you inside." She'd reply with a wave of her hand. And with that, the devilish warrior would make her way inside the ball. Slipping through the front doors, Soak's firey gaze would sweep the room. She was late, with most of the guests having already arrived.

The party seems in full swing...wonder who'll be here.

She thought to herself, her smile seeming strained. The tournament was sure to attract big names. And while she was mostly a nobody, some of the big names had heard of her. Heard of her, met her, and then wanted her dead. Every so often a nobody would pass by, giving her a smile. A hello. A random bite of food.

None of it was really appealing. The whole glamorous lifestyle wasn't hers. Maybe her dates, with his race's notoriety for certain habits, but not hers. "Bleh. Off to the punch bowl." She'd murmur to no one but herself. And with that, Sokoya took off in search of such a refreshment stand. Or table with her name on it. Whatever.

So much for waiting by the door for her date.

There was nothing more distinctly unique in this world than to be greeted by a sweaty stranger who was dancing himself into a fatigue wearing nothing more than pink tie. Just Red's luck, that he happened to be the first person to actually speak to her after all this time. Her gaze shot towards the ceiling as her skin approached the color of her hair and eyes. This was most unexpected.

The straps of her heels were making her ankles itch as he presented himself, needless to say, an itch would go unscratched.

"Umm.... Adaire Redra.... p-p-plea- I mean--- you might want---"

To hell with formality, the time had long passed, she stepped back, squinting, her fists balled besides her hips as she leaned slightly forward in her heels, completely flustered.

"Why the hell is the only person talking to me naked!"

As quickly as she could in heels and without bumping into anyone, she backed away.

Jurie actually took a lot of interest in what Seth had to say, and soon she found herself captivated, at the edge of her seat, as the man told his tale. Her eyes fluttered with renewed energy and her grin spread out at the thought of a village similar to her own. Her voice even perked up a few notches as she began to spin her words around his own. "Training! It was such a wonderful thing. Outside of smithing and other meaningful tasks the spirits laid out we trained as well. Though not as refined as your own... I must say..." She paused and mused this fact over for a moment, casting her gaze up and stroking her hand across her chin for a moment as though deep in though. "I admire that... Mister Seth... Though times have changed since then, no?"

Her gaze, pure and innocent, fixed on him once more, a determined look stretching across her features as she offered him her hand. "Its a new day Mister Seth, a new age! Haven't you wondered even once what it would be like to experience it after your travels? Haven't you at least given it some thought as to just what you'd like to do with your life outside of training? To understand something beyond that of what has been in front of you all along?" Her smile broadened as she edged closer in her seat. "Something simple like... oh I don't know... like having a dance?"