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"That will work perfectly fine Miss Danny, I am sure that you will do well. Good luck."

Yin then noticed Rikki, and noticed as Rikki glared at him.

Yin simply gave him a bland look. "I believe that that pink ribbon would well suit you but if you insist I highly doubt they would force you. Or perhaps you could take one as an ornament for your costume?" Completely straight face. Who really knew if he was joking or not?

"Jackingantennaejackingpink.I'llshowyoupink." Rikki's frustration had turned into nearly inaudible muttering. He was really unhappy.

And then Rikki's rage boiled over into a new pitch. As always, Danny's well-being was the very final straw in tipping Rikki's iceburg of anger. They were going to laugh at his ghoulfriend? They were going to make her feel uncomfortable and embarassed? He was going to show them something.

He stepped up in front of the women after Danny had returned, giving her a sympathetic look over his shoulder. When he looked at the horsewomen he could tell they weren't expecting much from him after Danny's performance. But he had taken a few formal dance classes with his parents, and he had learned a few tricks from his own fighting style that he'd found translated into dance nicely. The first thing he did was take the jacking slippers off, though, because he had a feeling if he tried to move in them he'd just slip and fall on his a**.

When the music started he began with small movements, figuring out the flow of the music. No drums. That threw him off for a moment, because drums were the heartbeat to his dancing. He supplemented with a little imaginary drumming in his head, though, and he was off. The movements fit together fairly well, as if he had just been to class the day before despite the years that had passed. His brows furrowed with focus as he began to weave in his fighting moves. He couldn't be sure how good they looked without his shadow shifting - they certainly felt weird - but he made due.

By the time he finished his chest was rising and falling dramatically from exertion - Rikki hated dancing, therefore, doing so was a serious activity - and he was a bit sweaty. He didn't even pause to see the horsewomen smile in reaction to his performance, he just turned and began unbuttoning his shirt so he could get out of this costume.

3 Horsemen Points

Ciel frowned when she reached into the prop box, groped around, and found nothing. Amid all this splendor she would be on stage... alone... in a plain dress, unadorned for the most part. She blushed bright red, but knew she had to go up there anyway.

Ciel took a few moments to compose herself before going out on stage.

Ciel had no idea what to do when she stepped onto the stage. Then the music started. A high Chinese flute wafted over drums in a twittering melody. Strangely, it reminded her of the adara chattering endlessly about it's past, so she decided to move like the adara.

She bowed low, her arms sliding to her sides and back fluidly, fingers spreading the sleeves of her robe like wings. With a slow, nodding motion, she bobbed her torso up and down, flapping the sleeves behind her like wings. Carefully she straightened her back, moving her arms behind her in a sudden, flapping motion before moving in the bobbing strut of the adara, stepping in time to the music, fluttering her "wings" as she went.

As the song ended, Ciel drew her legs under her, folding them beneath her like a resting adara. She moved her arms gracefully so the sleeves looked like wings at rest, then lay her head upon the stage as if asleep.

The horsewomen smiled in approval. Ciel heard soft tinkling sounds before her. When she sat back up, she found three horseman points on the stage. She picked them up, stood up, took a bow, then left with a smile.

((Enter))

Perhaps Yin was not the best to talk to about clothing. His attire (though he did not know it) had amused Miss Danny more than anything. Still, someone had been laughing the last time he had danced so as he entered the room he was determined to select something else to wear.

What he found when he found the clothing was actually a strix. He tried to smile at him, but he was worn to a frazzle, despite class going well, and it possibly looked more forced than anything.

"Greetings Ulmuka. Are you preparing to dance as well?"

There was something nice about seeing the strix, who was always so happy that it reminded him slightly of Alexander, though the pink and flowy nonsense certainly did not. He was almost relieved that the boil put it back on his own.

Ulmuka had chosen one of the better quality costumes so far as Yin could tell, and it seemed like as though it would work. Yin did not even consider whether or not it was for a male, it obviously was and he nodded. "You would look well in such a costume, though it depends on if you can move well in the robe."

He selected something that had been shoved back on the racks, something with actual pants and possibly made to mimic a warrior. "I am glad that you decided to try dancing here. After you change there is a box of props if you feel that you would like one."

Yin had a ridiculous urge to reach out and straighten some of clothing and fix some of the knots, knowing that that would never fly at home. But it was not his place and the boil did not seem too disturbed by it. "Rikki also went without a prop and did very well, so I do not believe it is required."

For reasons that he himself was not sure of his hands picked up a thin strip of cloth. His brain churned. Ribbon. Pink. His mind provided the rest of the imagery, of blood and a torn pelt. His hand tightened on the ribbon and he found himself walking toward the dance floor with it.

Ulmuka was actually not that bad. Of course, that was coming from Yin, who had done tai chi rather than dancing last time. He was not laughing, and he could not help but think it was rude for those that did. But at least the boil laughed along and he was able to give him an actual smile when he passed him to take the floor, though he looked somewhat distracted.

As the music started he just...stood there. Finally he began moving along with the music, not really focusing on dancing. His hands never left the ribbon in his hand, which caused him to stumble a few times and gained him some snickers but he simply kept going, immersing himself far enough into the music that he was surprised when it was over. He quickly went to put the ribbon away, not wishing to think anymore of it before he returned to Ulmuka. "You did very well I believe. The clanwomen seem...happy enough."

+2 Horsemen Points