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 Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:55 pm
He was...apologizing? Sin suddenly felt bad for having called him rude, who wasn't a little rude sometimes? She had acted pretty badly on more then one occasion. She could tell that apologizing was hard for him, the way his voice seemed to change, and his posture. She slowly offered him a smile and shook her head.
"Hey...It's fine, I understand and I'm sorry I bothered you...I really ought to learn to mind my own business huh? You just...looked hurt." Oh wow brilliant Sin, she sounded silly now. She wanted to fix what she had said somehow but continuing further would just turn into rambling. She smoothed her hand down the side of her dress the silk glove flowing against the silky fabric with a soft whisper of a sound.
"I'm glad you came...I better go and make sure that the food stays hot, wouldn't do for everyone to get here and everything end up cold." She quickly turned and headed to the long buffet table busying herself with turning on the heat sources under the food. Wow, what was that? Why was she tongue tied? Rosc had OWED her that apology so why had she tried to excuse him? Hmph, boils...She shook her head and smoothed the table cloth.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:27 pm
Rosc opened his mouth to tell her that it was nothing to do with her bothering him. He was hurting in his head and hand, and she'd asked him if the stand had done it. It was the dumb question, not that she had approached him at all. He... wouldn't have snapped at her had it not been for that one question.
But before he could say anything, she was gone, running back to deal with the food. His shoulders relaxed slightly and he moved to sit down in one of the couches. There wasn't anyone else here just yet, so he didn't mind the open area around him as much. He'd probably move once more people started showing up.
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Wandered rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:52 pm
It had been no surprise that the word of mouth spread through the common rooms that this party was coming on the threshold of the demon's hall. Secretly, Jack had pined for the event, lending his ear when he heard the mumblings and whispers of the events to come, his eyes lighting up with curiousity. He loved a good party, a nice little grouping - in hopes that he would make a few friends in his own dorm - having befriending a fair amount of reapers and undead left him a little pining for those of his own stature. Not that he disliked those of other statures, he just felt a little out of place.
Walking in to the still rather empty room, his eyes brightened up considerably as he looked over the beauty that nearly shone around him, his tail swaying contently in the air behind him, the click-click-click of his 'fancy shoes' echoed through the room. Being someone who was very reasonable with what he could carry with him, Jack had only recently started to shop for other clothing than what he had deemed 'neccesary' - you couldn't fly if you were bogged down by threadwork - and only now was wearing a dark red ruffled shirt with a pair of loose fitting pants, cuffing softly around his beloved shoes - a higher heeled pair of boots that made him even taller than he was already. Black with red highlights, they always made him feel good, feel like he could do anything.
Turning to the table of trinket boxes, his eyes lingered over the second table on neccessities, an easy answer for him, who had always believed that it was better to go with neccessity, not exuberance. Picking up one of the boxes, he turned it over softly before taking it with him, looking over who had found there way to the dorm mainroom first.
Clearing his throat, his ears perked up, earrings that were stringed through his scar-holes jingling softly. "A wonderful looking affair we have tonight," he started softly, sweeping his eyes over the area again. "I hope it all goes smoothly." Admittedly, he was terrible at small talk, and being alone, the heavy feeling of a feline friend absent on his shoulders.
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Lucifer Force rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:20 pm
Carthusia had, of course, gotten her invitation and smiled at the thought of a party. Her elegant dress was long and somewhat cumbersome, but Jack it, she wanted to look good for the rest of the demons. Her boilfriend Livius would no doubt match her and they would look stunning. She had one arm wrapped around his when they walked through the door, Carry done up in her finest jewelry and ready to mingle. It was a very good idea to meet as many demons as possible - after all, they were the movers and shakers of Amityville. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, Carry was intrigued by the row of boxes laid out on a table. Ooh, now this looked interesting. Party favors? Snatching up a box from the front row, Carthusia carried it back to her date to see what he thought. "Interesting, isn't it? I wonder what's inside...?
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:25 pm
Ouuu... Ouuuuuuuuuuu........
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Tomoko was quite obviously not at home with the current company, her ears drooped and her entire posture seeming to be wilted as she sort of picked a wall and hugged it, entirely not sure if she should mingle further or if she should just...loom where she was. Ultimately the kitsune had decided on the wall, holding onto her ball of stars like the round security blanket it was.
Oh if anybody had been spiteful enough to take that from her she probably may have resorted to breaking down into tears to get it back. In fact, she may have just been a demon-esque variant of someone...someone she had never met. Might have been wise to fix that.
But still...
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Ouuuu...people seemed to know each other so well here. Why had she come to this party again? Oh. Because refusing an invitation would have been mean. She didn't want to seem like she had a superiority complex or anything. And this was a chance to make friends, r-right?
Ouuu...
She really wasn't convincing herself. Instead, Tomoko was working herself up into a tizzy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:39 pm
Arachne's Box - Nestled in crushed velvet was a gold snake arm band with onyx eyes.  Jack's Box - Sitting innocently in it's velvet lining was a very sharp blade with a cast of amethyst to it. Carthusia's Box - Nestled in crushed velvet was a black steel snake bracelet with amethyst eyes.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:42 pm
Sin tried not to look relieved as the guests finally started arriving, she would have felt pretty foolish if no one showed up. She smiled when she saw Jack, a cute boil the night was looking good already. She walked over and grinned as she half heard him, wonderful? Yes it did all look wonderful, it was worth the work.
"Hello, I don't believe we've met. I'm Sin Err...welcome to the party." She held her hand out and then glanced over as she noticed others arriving.
Looked like the majority of the start of the party would be meet and greets, but hopefully someone would ask her for a dance later. It was a party after all!
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:14 pm
Riley had learned yet another thing about Barth, as the two headed to the Demon Gathering together. What she learned was no surprise, but something to remember nonetheless.
The boil walked like a snail.
They had taken, perhaps, a full half hour to get from Barth's dorm room to the common room. The fact that it would have taken her all of three minutes to get there at her own pace did not stop her from remaining at Barth's side for every step, with her hand perched carefully on his arm. Patience was a virtue, after all - and one could not hope to gain an alliance with a boil like Barth.. without an infinite stock of patience.
Of course, she had checked her Groanspring on her eyephone a total of 7 times during their walk, but that was another matter entirely.
They had finally reached the door, which was swung wide open in welcome - and when the two finally stood at the arch of the doorway, Riley tilted her head to the side.
In an adjacent room, some demon (shouldn't they be at the party? Riley wonderedly idly to herself) was blasting music from their dorm. The door to the room cracked open as the suspicious student looked out of his dorm, and the music flooded the hallway and common room alike. Riley did her best to ignore the noise, and allowed Barth to lead her in.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:31 pm
Hearing a soft voice come from his side, his eyes caught sight of the Succubus, his head nodding softly in welcome to her, content that he was at least noticed, holding onto the strange box, which had opened a little after he had come in, a purple tinted dagger nestled in the crushed velvet, promising it's new owner a sense of security from it's quiet bed. Awarding her a soft smile, he looked away to the group that was slowly starting to trickle in, his tail lounging near his fancy boots.
"Merry met, the pleasure is mine." He murmured back to her, "Everyone calls me Jack-B, and it's nice to be here - I don't get to meet many Demons on my own accord, so I hope to appreciate this." He finished, awarding her again with a soft smile, before looking around, feeling a little lonely, having no cats around him to idle him with meowing softly.
Catching sight of the little fox against the wall from the corner of his eye, he looked at her with his glowing gaze, tilting his head a little, letting his attention span sway from the succubus for a moment. "What leaves you in such a state, little one?" He called to her, raising his eyebrows. he couldn't just leave her there in the corner like that . .
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:14 pm
It was probably for the better that Tomoko did have a subconcious programming to respond to 'Little One'. The Kitsune's ears perked up at Jack's inquiry, her probably-too-big-for-her-face eyes giving the nekogami a sort of pathetic look.
"O-ouuuuu..." she sort of keened, her ears drooping right back down again as she stepped away from her wall flowering to approach the (taller) demon... although the slight hints of animalistic traits did at least give the kitsune a small comfort, as it was. So few critters for her to have a kinship with.
Not to say she hadn't been trying. She knew a whole...one...person? Maybe two if she managed to not sputter her native tongue all night.
Though even if she had managed to scoot her way over closer to Jack, she seemed to take a very long time forming an answer to his inquiry. Ouuuu, that was a really good question. Eventually, she found a..what she HOPED was a legible answer;
"Ah..I..." she made a slight face, "know very few people. It...surprised? Is that the word for it? Surprised? I was not expecting to be invited to anything by a stranger....."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:39 pm
Barth did so, keeping the leisurely pace.
Carry and Livi were there, but no sign of West. Or Simone. Or his sister. How many demons did he really know that attended this school, anyway? That was the point, he supposed, of the get-together. With slow poise, he lead Riley to the nearby party-favor table. What the party really needed, he thought, were chairs. Large, soft, comfortable chairs.
The black boxes, lined up along the wall like coffins, were a nice touch. Not heavy, and very pocketable, which was the important thing.
"After you," he said, supposing they might as well switch off in the after-youing. Or whoever got around to it first. He thought Riley might want first choice of boxes, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:53 pm
(nothing to see here move along)
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:55 pm
Riley chuckled when he after-you'd her in retaliation to hers, and slowly released his arm to survey the party favors. They looked quite well made - but she expected nothing less. Her hands curled under the fabric of her dress, tugging it slightly to allow her to bend comfortably so she was able to take one of the boxes of the second row. She straightened up, and brushed a hand against the top of it.
How lovely of them to offer favors. Don't you think? It was, again, to be expected - but not everything expected always occurs. She took a peak in her box while Barth chose his, but before she could see what was inside her rattlesnake earrings slithered forward and tried to snap at the box lid itself. She put it down, and with a tap of two fingers she scolded the earrings.
Behave.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:00 pm
Barth took a box from the first row, on the principle that he'd have to reach further to get the boxes from the second.
"A bit, err, punny though, isn't it? A demonic party offering favors."
He hoped said favors didn't incur any consequences. He wouldn't be shaking anyone's hand tonight, that was for sure. Well, during the party. He didn't want to rule out the rest of the evening.
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Getsurae rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:10 pm
Whisper wasn't quite sure how this party was going to be, but she wasn't going to turn down an invitation. After all, it gave her an excuse to dress up without others looking at her strangely. On this night, her hair was down and curled, though she was still wearing her signature skull hair clip. With much deliberation, she had chosen a strapless black dress, which she thought looked adorable on her. She hoped it would be appreciated by more than just herself, but also hoped it was appropriate enough for such a party.
Whisper slipped into the common room, heels making a nice clicking sound as she walked. There were already a good amount of demons there, but not so many to make her look late. Perfect timing indeed. She recognized a couple of them from school events and classes, namely Riley and slightly the boil she was with. Whisper began to size up the room, and knew that soon she would be hitting the snack table right after picking up her party favor. She decided to take a box from the second row, her finger tracing the markings along the rim. She was very curious as to what was inside.
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