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"Hundreds of years old?" She echoed, eyes widening slightly behind her mask; then again, she had heard from somewhere that the horsemen had been around for a long, long time, so for them to have music dating back centuries ago shouldn't be that much of a surprise, "That's pretty impressive, actually, to have such a long history..."

She smiled, and took the offered hand, allowing Invictus to lead her to the dance floor, and then in the dance; it was tricky at first, since a couple dance required you to trust your partner, but she didn't know the Heir very well... Just that he had accidentally caused her death on the hunter's island so many Octobers ago, not that she held it against him. However, as she got into the dance, it became easier for her to follow his lead.

It helped that they didn't need to engage in any form of small talk due to the nature of the dance.

Sanctuary, indeed-- A slice of safe space. Especially when Amarus knew that all she had to do, if she found herself royally messing up again, was hug him to tell him that she was sorry. Ah, contingency plans. She really hoped she never did anything to make Mot so sad again, though-- not that she'd been the cause, but it did not really matter when the effect had been enough for her regardless of its origins.

"Mine was pretty simple too... the dress was too elaborate, so I kind of gave up on the mask. That, and the heavy ones made my neck hurt," she told him, grimacing and rubbing the back of her neck. The crazy ones with jewels and feathers... no thank you. Her simple black mask with silver scales embroidered on it had been enough. ... Before she lost it. Alas, poor mask, she knew you well.

Sort of. She kind of acquired it last-minute. Out of desperation. Whatever, same thing.

Amarus slid so that she could mirror him, sitting with her head on her knees and her face towards his. "You think not? If I'm an almighty pest I am pretty sure I could do some almighty damage," she retorted. Then, burying her face behind her knees so that only her eyes showed over them, she added: "It depends on how fair I have to play." And wrinkled her nose. "Your expression! I just want to tackle you, I feel like you know something I do not. Amarus' grimace only worsened, even if she was half-smiling despite it.

"So are you!" Aymet missed the blush, which was too bad for him. He was staring out into the crowd trying to pick out the familiar pink hair of a certain fallen angel. The dracolich rubbed his hands together menacingly. "Wonder what he'd do if I snuck up on him dressed like this?"

But when the conversation got a little more serious, Aymet leaned back in the chair to stare up at the ceiling. As if making eye contact with Amrita would make it harder to lie. "Haha, of course? I mea҉n,͡ w̷hy͞ ̛w̸ouldn'ţ I ̷be͞?͠ T͠ho͜u͜g͜h̢..."

Though...

"W̶ait̶,̨" he slurred. His voice was beginning to fragment, echoing over itself. It was like nothing even Aymet had ever heard before, and he continued to babble just to reassure himself it was happening. "My̵ ͘vo̕ic҉e--͝ S҉omething҉'͜s͝ w͟ron͟ģ.̴..̢.̀.҉"

He lept to his feet - or tried to. His legs couldn't support him - he could hardly feel them any more. The floor rose up to meet him instead, a quick somersault of a roll before he came to a stop. His body was bent in ways no living creature could handle, as if he hadn't even been able to keep himself together enough to resemble a proper skeleton. His tail had come apart, the individual bones bouncing and rolling away like beads off a broken bracelet.

There was only one word he could find amidst the shock: "A҉̸M͝R̵̶I̕T͝͏͡A҉̢- !"

HP: 10

Returning to the dance floor was not easy. The music they were playing hurt her ears, and she covered them with tentacles to drown the sound out. A tango? How adventurous. She murmured, craning her head to see who was dancing at the moment.

She returned her glance to Malodore, and almost felt the question coming. It would once more ask her what she wanted to do, if she left it in silence too long, and she wrapped it into both of her arms and held it close before any such question could come about, if it thought of it.

So. She whispered. This is prom. I would ask you to dance, but I am not prepared to tango in these heels. She rose one brow at the mostly empty dance floor. Nor do I wish to be out there, right now. Just this once, I think I like it right where I am. It wasn't like her. And because of that, she was enjoying it a bit too much.

Wandering back from the photobooth, Shun stopped and stared as...

Wait. Was that Aymet?

It was a different sort of reaction than when he saw him earlier. It sounded like the Dracolich, but something was not quite right here. Quite frankly, he was falling apart.

Literally.

Slowly, he approached, letting go of Mitsu's hand in the time being to see what was going on here.

"...Do I want to know?" he asked slowly while stopping in front of one of the bones that had rolled on towards him.

"It is as well," it said quietly, a soft smile in its voice. "I do not know how to tango, not truly..." A bit of activity drew its attention, and it peered over at Aymet, startled, but there were others going over there too. It would let them handle such things for now, though it would keep one eye open in case its skills were needed.

"Has it been a good test, mia cara? I cannot wait until you can return... I do not want to give you back." Its own arms curved around her waist, possessively.

Coming out of the bathroom with Shehk not too far behind, Jericho soon noticed something going on. The dragon slowly made his way through the crowd, a little nervously, until he saw a certain undead pretty much scattering himself onto the floor.

"Tiamat's s**t!" he cried out before running over to kneel by the dracolich.

"Aymet, what happened here?" he asked while reaching for a bone to try and stick it where he thought it was supposed to go.