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The last thing Nessa remembered was falling. Now, everywhere hurt. She was aware she was on the ground, had fallen off a stage in front of a s**t-ton of people, and had her new friends gathered around her… but she couldn’t make her body respond. The Visions kept pulling her down, down, and down until she thought she might drown. It hurt too, the images… they hurt! This was the worst it had been in a long time, and she just wanted to die. ’Make it STOP!’ she tried to beg, but all that escaped her was a pitiful moan. Mercifully, however, it stopped, and Nessa sank into unconsciousness.

{{Yay Rrine for making so many great posts! biggrin Thank you! I was going to stay on here and RP, but since it doesn't look like anyone else is on and I'm stuck, I'll head out for the evening. Hopefully see you all tomorrow!}}

((I'm sorry for being so flighty the past couple days, guys... I'm feeling a bit out of it recently, and, to be honest, rather ADHD. Which is odd, since I'm one of those people that can sit and watch paint dry and not get bored or fidgety.

((...Anyway, thank you for being patient. I hope this passes soon. It's totally throwing off my groove, man... D:>))

Aurora smiled at him, leaning forwards slightly, onto the counter. "He does seem to react in an unbecoming manner... I hope it passes. It would not do for him to decide that he truly does not like you, especially since I find myself becoming very fond of your company." She narrowly avoided being even more blunt than she normally was and outright admitting that she was starting to like him... in that way that would often have fathers or older brothers worried.

She wondered if Altan was now something of her 'older brother,' or if Crush would be filling that role--assuming he got the chance, that is. She also wondered what her dad would think of Bo MuRong, as well as her mom. She got the feeling that her mom would warm up to the boy immediately, though she was less sure of her dad, who might like Bo and might just be his (rather awkward) somewhat anti-social normal (does that even work for him?) quiet self.

Surprisingly, Ever did not even hear the commotion around her. She was so absorbed in Ares that nothing else seemed to exist around her at the moment. Sure, a lot of it probably had to do with the fact that he was the God of War. But more than that, she cared about him greatly. So getting to kiss him again right now consumed all of her attention.

She ran one of her hands down Ares' side, and when she brushed against his leather pants, she smirked against his lips. She pulled back just slightly so that she could speak against his lips.

"You know... As much as I love this outfit you wear, I don't think it will work for the party."

Musica put his hands in his pocket and shrugged. Thank Odin he didn't have to try that one, making a fool out of himself if it hadn't worked would have been horrible. The potion might be of some assistance though, he'd used it when he'd given Ari her own vision temporarily. Taking out a flask from his pocket that contained a bitter, yet effective liquid, he held it up in the air slightly. "You could drink this then at least. It'll bring back your energy and stamina. Make you less sickly." Luckily the crowd had shrunk from this incident in the middle of their lovely night. Still many loyal customers lingered, waiting to head out to Suki's party at the same time. In the corner lingered the woman herself. She was being watched by a ghost, waiting to see if he could use this somewhat familiar woman to help him get his body back. If at least get the body of his son.

Musica took the flask back and examined the empty contents. It'd be really bad if he needed this later tonight, who knows what sorts of trouble he'd get into tonight with his other half roaming around. How could one describe the relationship between him and the spirit? It wasn't his soul, if it was why did he have emotion? It wasn't his demigod half or his mortal half, so what was Nikolaus? Was he his yang? That was it, Musica was the yin part of the soul and Nikolaus was the yang. Yet, he knew he was not good in the least. He was still capable of thinking evilly and having selfish thoughts. It was getting late, best not to think of such things.

Jumping down from the stage he stood near the group and looked amongst them. He really didn't want any of them at this party. The last thing he needed was a pissy headmistress. Musica didn't care that they'd get a good look at his lifestyle. Why should he care? He'd lived this way all his life, and a couple of young opinions weren't to change it. Standing tall he watched the small crowd sitting at their tables, filling the room with their small talk. Quickly he made a glance over at Ari, his eyes looking dark and tired. He felt he might have to travel abroad again sometime. This area was causing him too much drama in his simple life.