Henryk chuckled as he heard Remus' input on his future routine for everyone. Raising some good points about trying to do fire eating before he attempted sword eating. He had not considered using her water as a means of keeping him alive, but now that Remus mentioned it it would probably be a good idea. Though a, perhaps unintended, consequence of such a suggestion was for Henryk to believe he now had permission to try it. What was worse was that, as is the mind of a performer, having thoughts of doing it in doors so no one else sees. 'Do we have fire alarms in our rooms? If we do I may need to ask someone to turn them off for practice. Otherwise i'll never be able to do it there...as it would not be a good idea to do it in the base. Too much of a chance to set the base on fire.' He thought and reasoned to himself. He didn't know what the dormitory was made up, but assumed it wouldn't be as bad as fire eating in their entirely natural base in the outskirts. Not really considering the smoke side effect of it, nor of the fact all the furniture in the room was probably flammable even if the room itself wasn't.
Henryk was surprised to hear everyone else's admissions to similar acts to try and cheer Ella up. While Remus made no effort to elaborate on his own, to which Henryk silently noted to ask him about in more detail at some point in time, Chloris went out to full say how cider from her nose from laughing too hard. To which Henryk's mind was divided with three lines of thought: 'How does cider taste, because if I don't like it I don't want to drink it,'' was the first, 'Can I make a performance from shooting something out of my nose,' was his second, and 'How do I even shoot something out of my nose from laughing....'. Suffice to say, he hadn't even focused on the truly embarrassing aspect of it and more so thought of how to use such a thing to his advantage. He would have to ask her all of this later on, not tonight as he still wanted to learn to dance from her...but as soon as he felt he had a good amount of time, and probably isolation. 'Why is my team so shy?' He wondered to himself. Likely due to being raised in a circus where being the center of attention was almost always the good thing. He had no intention to force it on them, but it was a passing thought that he also had to ask them. 'Ooooh, I should dress up as an interrogator and do it!!!' He thought to himself with glee. It was only after this that he could barely hear a mumble from Chloris about it being in front of a guy she liked. As another thought of how he reacted came into his mind. He hoped it wasn't as bad as Ella's reaction, as he was pretty sure for dates it was only those two people so she wouldn't have a team of pranksters to help. Something else he may ask her later...or not. Sure, he loved asking questions and was not shy at all...But he understood the concept of some things being too personal. Most times at least. Still, all that aside, he was happy their efforts seemed to have worked! Ella was again laughing and Chloris had the tissues she was so desperately searching for. He was glad they could help her and show her it wasn't a big deal that happened. He wanted everything to be comfortable with one another and happy, 'That is what a team leader is supposed to do.' Or so he thought in his head.
It was after that that Henryk heard Chloris agree to trying out the dance he chose and noticed her slide out of her seat. Before he could really react or anything he found her soon beside him and had suddenly taken his hand. Henryk was confused for a second at everything...Before blushing softly at the thought and the feeling of her hand with his. It wasn't entirely as he expected it to feel, feeling a bit tougher than he thought it would nor as silky or soft as he imagined. But it still felt nice...and oddly for someone like him, his blush was from some embarrassment of a girl holding his hand. He wasn't exactly mature enough to feel it as a simple guiding hand more than anything, he knew it wasn't for anything romantic, but it still didn't stop that weird feeling. He was also surprised that for once he was the one caught off guard and left following in her lead. He was snapped from his thoughts as he heard her extend the offer to the others, as apparently it was more of a group dance, but both of them declined for now. Being pulled by her to an appropriate area to then begin the dance.
And...almost all thoughts left Henryk's mind as he was brought into actually performing the dance Chloris had mentioned. While she said it was not as complex as the spring... 'Its pretty freaking complex!' He thought in his mind. There was so much to do for it, so much moving everywhere and even leaning down to do certain motions...It was definitely meant to be a group dance from what he could pick up of it. It took him a bit to try and get the movements and order of the dance down, even with Chloris guiding him. While he was a performer, he was not always a fast learner. Performers spent a lot of time practicing for their acts to do them correctly. Even when they winged it they drew from practice. But for this he had very little to draw from. Still, as time went on he slowly got the hang of it. He had to divide the dance up piece by piece, and slowly combined all the pieces together in order to get all of it...but after a good while spent in practice he at least had it generally in memory. "I don't know how you manage to keep track of all this Chloris but im amazed. Don't think i've done a performance as complex as this." Henryk would say as they continued to practice. While the last part may have been an exaggeration, it was a lot more than he had been expecting. He had learned there were other sides to Chloris that he did not necessarily guess at first, but she seemed to be full of surprises still. He would pause, getting into a part of the dance where he still had trouble so he had to refocus a bit on it to ensure he did it correctly. Once that segment passed, he would continue speaking. "So seeing as those two over there seem to be enjoying each others company, and we have to make sure they dance this with us at some point, how're you enjoying the night and is there anything you'd like to do? I know i've taken the lead a bit for everything so far, but I want to know what you want to do. I've loved the night so far, and want to make sure you and everyone else do as well. That is, until we are ready to wow everyone with our performance! ...Once I learn how to do this and can add my own flair at least." Henryk would ask, genuinely curious of what she thought of the night so far and what she wanted to do. He knew he had a tendency to get carried away and drag everyone with him when he did, but he also wanted to make sure she got to do what she wanted. It was a night for them all to enjoy, and he didn't want to take up her entire one if she had something in mind. His mention of the other two dancing and adding his own flair were mostly jests...though if he had the chance, he would totally do just as he said. At this point though...it did not seem very likely.
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Cursed1217
Aeval_Silvertongue
Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2018 5:14 pm
"Hey. If I could dance with caramel I would." he admitted honestly. "It's just so freakin' good!" he added with viigor. "Well if we're playing it like that than good luck finding dashing gentleman such as ourselves." he said pointing to Cecil and himself. Adam flashed her his own mischievous glare that he started to develop by observing her. Adam felt the pride in his chest build up as she laughed hard and surrendered. Ah! You did good, Adam. You did good. "I accept my title gracefully, m'lady." he bowed. "But a crown?" he thought as he looked around. Then he got a great idea. He quickly finished his pop and placed on his head. "Crown. What up?" he said. He relished hisa victory for now, but he knew what was coming. She wouldn't let him stay ahead for long and he wouldn't have it any other way. The back and forth was exciting and he would always welcome the challenge.
Adam listened as Ridley called after the calm duo of the group. "Actually do everything she wouldn't! She's a prude princess so have fun." he joked raising his eyebrow to her knowing she would have something to say. "I decided to get outta the home for a bit and see what the young'n's were doin'." he said making and old voice and smacking his lips. he chuckled a bit at himself and his antics. After he stood and asked her to dance she was silent for a moment. On the outsid ehe didn't show it, but he was becoming very anxious. "Is she gonna say 'no?' Did I got too far with the jokes? Did I offend her. Adam youdummy!" he thought. Then she finally spoke and put his doubts to rest. Her honor she says. It was no honor to dance with him, but an honor to dance with her. Though, he knew, if he were to say that out loud she would refute him.
As he held her hand waiting for her to rise to her feet in her beautiful heels and dress, he couldn't help but feel lucky at how beautiful his date is. He had to physically stop himself from laughing at their height difference even in her heels. He let out a long breath and said, "Don't worry. I ain't laughing at the height difference." Feeling her small soft hand in his large rough ones made him, for the first time ever, feel self-conscious. Hoping she wouldn't notice the contrast too much between them. Ridley's hand was warm and welcoming and he didn't want to let go. He pinched the bridge of his nose and spoke softly under his breath. "What's happenin' to me?" He quickly shook his head to stop thinking so hard. It's not his strong suit. He twirled Ridley around once and spoke. "Just follow my lead and we'll be all good. Plus, Can't hate you no matter what." he said honestly. "Now we can do this two ways. We can hold each others right hands like this" he said keeping their cclasped hands at Ridley shoulder height "and place you left hand on my shoulder..." he said putting his statement into action "and I place my left hand on your hip." once again actioning his statement. "Or..." he said a bit hesitant as this next one was a bit more intimate even though not much of a change occured. "I place my hands on both of your hips and you place both hands on my shoulders." he explained clearing his throat.
"I don't mind which one we do." he said trying to hide his nervousness. He noticed her watching the other students dance and couldn't help but to snicker. This made him feel better knowing she didn't know much more than him. He took this chance to impress her. "I see you tryin' to figure it out." he whispered keeping it between the both of them. "Like I said, just follow my lead." he said taking a small barely noticeable breath before starting the swaying motion. He started a slow rhythm for them both that she could keep pace with and he could maintain.
Adam was a bit more at ease seeing that he didn't step on her toes so that means he was doing something right. "Maybe you aren't. But that don't mean nothin'." he said. "Any other day you can say that you aren't, but tonight you are. You're the Bell of the ball as of the moment you stepped in." he said. "I don't know why people want to be a bell, but that ain't up to me to debate." he said completely oblivious to the difference of belle and bell. "You're a princess and I'm the luckiest fool in and/or on Remnant." he said honestly. "You really do look beautiful right now." he said without thinking. His eyes widened in realization of what he said. "N-not that I'm saying you don't look beautiful any other time or anything like that. I mean I think you're pretty, but anyone who doesn't is stupid and dumb and I'm pretty sure I'm just soundin' stupid myself. I'm gonna stop now." he said stopping himself from burying himself alive. Another bomb was dropped on him as he looked at Ridley wide-eyed. "Did I make Cecil laugh with a pun?" he asked astoundedly. "Like a chuckle, but that's the first I've EVER heard him chuckle." he said. "This has gotta be a dream." he thought to himself
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"I am glad one of us does." Azura answered with a touch of relief in her tone, though for the first time this evening Cecil seemed as nervous as her. "I was always too shy to participate in the dances at Signal. Ballroom dancing sounds nice. The Tango is probably out of my league." And entirely too flashy, attention-grabbing and suggestive for Azura, though she kept that thought to herself. She could think of nothing worse than the whole room watching as she tripped over her own feet and fell on her face. Hopefully with something more vanilla like a ballroom dance she wouldn't make too big of a fool of herself in front of Cecil and everyone else in the room. She had seen movies and watched other people dance though. Following his lead, she placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "Ready?" She asked nervously, blue eyes staring up at dark brown, all too aware of how close they were standing and Cecil's hand on her shoulder blade.
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ SasseliaArgenia TEAM: STWR SEMBLANCE:not activated ------------ Well now, the arrival to the two females was a strange turn of events. It was at least a relief that the person Eira did go to was their new companion after all. Koryn was quite the imaginative and spunky individual. The positive energy she embraced was like Eiras own, but hers seemed to linger with an interest of learning. She was indeed more Ethereal upclose, wings and all. What came off as a random bubble burster was the unexpected assumption from the faunus to them about being husband and wife. The same time Richard had looked to their hands she had as well. He quickly took his hand back and she had quickly reacted by hiding her hands behind her back with a deep blush. Why would she say something so out of the blue like that!? Was she coming off as a floozy by appearance? Oh my how goodness how embarrassing! Thankfully no one was paying any mind, more busy trying to figure Koryn out. Yep. Her and Eira both possessed a happy lighting all around them that brought out more energy from others nearby Both were coming off as too cute now. At least Koryn was certain bringing on an interesting impression. It was hard not to look so flabbergasted by her. She was a lively and free spirited individual~. That was definitely for sure once the faunus had began pinching the life out of Richards' cheeks. Her jaw literally dropped, going utterly speechless by the spectacle. All she could do was cast a glance towards Eira with confusing speaking louder then ever without an actual voice to go with it. Did she do that same thing to Eira too? ......HUH? Sasselia had shifted her glance one hearing she was going to be receiving something. Recieving what now? A hug like the one Richard now had seemed to be stuck getting? Oh nooooo. No no nope. Hugs were an odd occasion and for good reason. Too much closeness. It was why when Eira hugged her earlier she had been close guarded till the comfort zone kicked in. Needless to say this was not a sneak attack this time. At least there was a heads up. Still, from witnessing the awkward hugging it was obvious the male was having... A mixed approach by this. The whole ordeal... Was difficult for her not to release a chirpy giggle. That was until the demeanor from the male to the faunus changed a tune just a bit. Understandable iin a sense.. Random stranger hugging was odd in its' own sense, but the spunky and open behavior made it the worthwhile!Was Eira also dealing with this very spunky situation at it's core before they joined them? Oh how tempting it was to ask.... Hm? Interesting? Was that the proper word to use in that sentence while having just been used as a standing body pillow? She supposed that was one way of putting it. " Heh, interesting now, and I am sure they will be bringing a lot of.... Surprises to say the least. The fact they both seem to possess wings... Both... Mystical and attached... Is a starting point it seems~." So two out of three met, and two already confirmed to have wings. It was a difficult sensation to comprehend, but a good thing to keep note on. Who would know what the third one of the bunch would be like. If they had wings too... Would that make Sasselia some kind of flying caretaker? Oh how crappy it would be to be the only non-flyer if that were the case! "I am looking forward to seeing our future be told that's for sure! I enjoy Eiras' company as is. The little peep show of what I am guessing was her semblance just allowed a refreshing bit of information that adds an interesting note higher! I-I hope to be able to enjoy your company as well Koryn... I am rather pleased to be... Able to have this chance to speak even." Sasselia beamed a peaceful smile, bringing a hand out towards the faunus for handshake. "I do not know a lot about leading a team or perhaps being on one.... B-but I hope to work well alongside you and your lovely wings. I look forward to being with you, Eira, and our final teammate... Who I am unsure as to who is it is. It was a true factor that could not be controlled. Much. Only the names were given. It was pure luck to even find Koryn to begin with. A potential friend in the works... She hoped. Having made two friends in one evening sent a delightful thought. "Hm.... You have a good point Richard~ I agree after all for sure. I will enjoy this. Just... Please don't mind me either!" By these final words she had curtsied, breaking into nervous but even giggles. "Before I forget... Hi~! My name is Sasselia Argenia! Please to meet you Koryn."
"Are you quite alright madame Daenerys?" Jentel arriving at the end of her panicked sentences. "I've kept my promise to lady Anjanette but there is a far more pressing promise I must keep. Shall we? Ah, but first." He'd catch himself recalling something. Jentel would reach behind his neck and the same familiar sound of unzipping from before would occur. "So long as you and madame Feng are here I've no reason to keep myself hidden. Among other reasons." Seeing that Daenerys seemed stiff still he smiled. A smile that could be seen from beneath the mask no longer it was a true smile Jentel's feminine features in its form. "Shall I take the lead then?" Unexpectedly Jentel would move behind Daenerys and the next thing she'd know is he'd be picking her up bridal style. "I hope you don't mind lady Anjanette proposed this idea." He'd laugh at a possibly embarrassed Daenerys the piggy back ride paling in comparison only this time the embarrassment was likely the other way around.
He would so confidenty escort her to dance floor before putting her down gently. "Perhaps a slow dance to get things started?" He would ask for Daenery's hand or if she were still to clammed up he'd gently take it whether it was cover her face or at her side. "Simply follow my lead yes? Let us make a night to remember." Jentel would start the matching a slow easy to follow rhythm like that of a wave on a beachfront is in and out a two step dance the easiest of dances. "Ah pardon." He would apologize as his hand had began to slide down from her hip to her bottom before he quickly corrected himself. It wasn't intentional he had merely gotten lost in the moment. His eyes meeting with hers, vibrant yellow clashing with the violet hues.
"Would you like to try moving into a waltz Madame Daenerys?" He would inquire first before making any attempt at increasing the pace. The slow dances intent was to get Daenerys comfortable and to loosen up her previous tenseness. The actions Jentel was taking were for her sake in that regard. It was only polite to keep pace with your partner. Maintaining the slow dance would mean the two of them would remain closely to one another, moving into a waltz would grant the two some slight breathing space for another. It would aid Daenerys if nerves were getting to her. After all the heavy implications of the 'other' reasons why Jentel would have removed his mask. May have very well likely been he was planning...a kiss...and should things end on a sudden note that would in short be the end goal of this night.
All the while Anjanette was also busy. Seeing as now that Feng was alone she decided to stand next to her. Likely both of them looking at the couple that was Jentel and Daenerys. Anjanette sighing before speaking. "Kind of makes ya little jealous huh? Just in general. You know. Finding someone to be with. Who'll take care of you. You take care of them. This might sound a bit weird what with what happened earlier between us an all. But it can't be fun just watching other people dance all day. So hey, you wanna dance?" Anjanette would propose to Feng. Extending and olive branch between the two tiny girls who wanted the best for their respective friends. Feng was rough on the outside, Anjanette knew that and Feng knew she was kind of over eccentric and an airhead from first impressions but here was hoping that she could help Feng get a little enjoyment of the night.
Feng sighed as she continued watching the events unfold, she'd need to remember to hit Jentel later for...some reason...she'd think of it in time. The diminutive captain of the team glanced over at Danerys and gave her a quick poke in the hip. "Feng think it like fighting, and fight like dance, all different but all can learn. You need keep steady feet but keep flow like when fight, understand? Follow his lead and you make dance flow." Feng crossed her arms and watched Jentel lead the pinkette away for a dance and gave a slow nod of approval before glancing at Anjanette from the corner of her eye. "Feng alone most of time, too much important work to do for partner, besides , most people stupid." Her tone was as cold and sharp as ever, but given that she didn't respond with something more cutting or with a punch, it wasn't hard for those that knew her to see she was at the very least giving the girl a chance...up to a point. "We not friends." Feng said simply before walking away and standing a few meters away from the dancing pair that was her team. In a bizarre change of pace, the tiny terror smiled before taking a deep breath, tips of her fingers resting against her belly. Then, in a haunting, beautiful tone , the captain began to sing. "I'll~ be seeing you~ Inn ev-ery lovely summer's day~" She held her notes long, accenting them with heavy vibrato, apparently aiming for a sort of Disney-esque sounding aria. "I'll find you~ in the morning sun And when the night is new~~
I'll be looking at the moo-oon But I'll be seeing...you~~"
As Garret heard Dove's comment about her wings being an incredible weakness, though a great opportunity if they get over that obstacle his mind took a moment to consider her words. He saw wings mostly as a net positive, especially with his match in the past with her. But then, his duel with her was not set in stone on when it would happen. He had not yet focused on studying his opponent for weaknesses, rather he had been more interested in focusing on her strengths so that she would be more and more of a challenge. The maneuverability and speed of her wings was a very good advantage in battle. But, if he were to focus his mind on weaknesses, he could name a few she likely referred to. 'Her wingspan makes her a bigger target to hit. If her wings were hit in flight she likely couldn't control a fall very well, making her easier to deal with. And finally, her wings are more of a hindrance in confined spaces.' He reasoned to himself as he thought of them and their weaknesses. It was a risk and reward kind of adaptation she had, one in which it could both lead her to victory or defeat. But then, they all had that type of thing, even himself. He almost thought it strange she should mention such a thing, but then realized with his scenario of two warriors she must have been thinking about adding her wings in tactically. 'I wonder how effective of a strategy this can actually be in combat.' He pondered to himself briefly. If he could make them figure out the pattern of his moves using this, any disruption would catch them off guard. Though it was a matter of timing to strike precisely when they fell into it and strike before they could use it to their advantage. Still, it was something he could keep in mind for a future use. As Dove began to incorporate her wings, he at first felt her feathers brushing against him as she tried to follow his order...Only now realizing how much of an order it truly was versus a suggestion like he had thought it so in his mind. The seriousness of learning movements in combat had infected him subconsciously as well, but it served. Garret would watch as her blue eyes would grow ever more serious with each brush of feathers. The feeling being quite nice in truth, but he understood why she was growing more serious. 'It was as she said: a weakness that can turn into great opportunity.' She had to further perfect her control over her wings to pull this off, perhaps more than she had to in the past. While part of him wondered if it was too much for that reason, a stronger voice thought it the opposite. 'By mastering this she further masters her body.' He silently thought to himself. In a way, his lesson was combining both combat experience as well as that of dancing, a nice bonus in his mind at least.
After a few more tries, each successively having her wings brush against him less and less, she finally managed to do so without it brushing against him. Internally, Garret felt a small sense of pride at her accomplishment that he carefully hid. Praise was best left when needed and not needlessly used all the time. It lost all meaning if it were used commonly. Instead, he wanted to keep pushing her as she would repeat his words of take flight. The next advanced progression to her practice in using her wings. This time it took much longer, her wings seemingly like they lacked power or spread at first. It was also a far more exerting exercise, more than he thought it would be, though he expected it at least in part. She would have to go from having her wings tight to her to suddenly spreading them, a sudden and quick flurry of feather designed to stun foes if not create some distance between her and them. Whether by the display or the sudden physical force of the wings spreading sending them away. He would not reveal all that to her, it was something she would have to learn about her abilities as he had. His old mentor had taught him not directly, only gave him the barest to work with, and forced him to become imaginative in ways he could vary or use it in order to counter him. 'Adaptation was a fundamental of combat, and while combat and standard technique had their place, it was not always appropriate.' It was by the eighth try, as he kept track in his mind, that she finally pulled it off. The gust from the force of her wings caught the attention of others save himself as she finally managed to pull it off, and as she responded about finally beginning to understand it Garret wondered if she thought of the full potential of it. Both in this setting and in battle. 'I wonder if you would truly fly free as a dove should or be caged.' He silently thought to himself. She had been learning quickly thus far, but how much of it was stringently following his orders and how much came intuitively. It was something he would like to test in the future.
She seemed intent to keep going with the exercise for longer than he intended. As much as he himself would like to, the night could not last forever and he wanted to teach her more than one simple trick. A dance was something that was a blend of many things, so or he had been told. One move set could never reach the same potential as one that varied, if only minorly. So as her eyes would look confused, and as he began to explain it much more complicated than necessary, but lacking for words that would make it clearer. As she repeated his words in her own, he was not quite sure it was exactly as he had said. But he was in no position to explain it clearer currently, and so desired to see how she had interpreted it. 'The worse scenario is that it is merely more practice.' He thought to himself. Her words did seem to grasp generally what he had been trying to convey, at the least. She then took a deep breath and closed her eyes, repeated the words on what to focus on, before exhaling and reopening her eyes. She was ready...and their dance would begin again. At first both had an intensity in their gazes to one another, Garret taking her attacks as seriously as she did. As if they were back in combat, struggling to topple the other and claim victory, but in an endless struggle of matching power for power, hold for hold. Then, gradually as they both continued, Yui's gaze would soften followed by his own. She began treating it less like combat, and so to did he. He was merely matching her, she having taken the lead for this dance, and so he was subject to react in accord to her own moves. The tension of combatants slowly faded, until both were in a state of calm as their combat became a dance with one another. Till their steps were in unison as two allies rather than enemies. While Yui's expression was of calmness, Garret had a calm arrogance to his own. Not one as pronounced as usual, but one of slight satisfaction and daresay enjoyment. It was probably the most natural face one could see of him, or close to. Much of his own arrogance was a facade and posed seriously when it was not truly so. It existed, but he always over emphasized it.
The calm arrogance soon faded and was replaced with a arrogant grin as he would then take control of the dance again, wanting to see how Dove would adapt to his sudden shift. If they were to do the dance, he would be in control equally if not longer than her, and as such she needed to be prepared for a shift in leading roles to come. There would be no set routine when they did this in his mind, they would flow from control to control, from simplicity to extravagance. Keep the audience guessing as much as they kept themselves guessing. Though, despite retaking control, it seemed he was not fully in control as he had thought with Yui getting ideas of her own. She would raise her hand, interlocked with his own, above her head and begin to spin...not stopping till after three spins had passed before having both their intertwined hands glide down the back of her neck and tug at her hair. Garret was completely surprised by her sudden initiative, having never expected her to do such a thing with him being the instructor. Still, he couldn't help but smile in a soft yet challenging way, as if saying he was ready for whatever she had in store and was willing to go through with it. He only scarcely noticed the feeling of her skin and hair, more so focused on the dance itself. He would then feel her free hand grab his own as it reached across their waists, pulling at it as she spun across him. Curious and submitting to her lead, he would allow her to as he felt it become ensnared with hers as her hand let go of his other one. Again, she would guide their intertwined fingers above her head, and again, she would spin. This time, however, as his hand would be guided down to her hair he would feel her hand give him room as he wrapped his own arm around her neck gently, wanting to be able to withdraw it quickly if the need arose. Before, magnificently, she would spread her wings with a powerful flap that sent a strong gust. "Like a dove taking her first flight...' He softly said aloud, not even intending to speak it but rather having intended to think of it.
As Garret saw her soft and calm expression, the eagerness and excitedness in her eyes, he felt a genuine happiness. She had been brought from some dark place earlier to what he could only think of as joy. And, he admitted to himself, he had found joy as well from dancing with her and seeing her display. He had a soft smile on his own face, pride spread across it for a few moments as he spoke in a far less arrogant tone than usual. "I believe you've grasped the lesson as well. That was a lovely display." He would respond. No hint of his usual arrogance or competitiveness was evident in his voice or face. It was a genuine compliment with no smirk or arrogant undertone to it. Something that he near never gave out to anyone, and no one alive knew him well enough to recall a time when he would have looked as such. He continued dancing with her a bit longer, from his peripheral noticing a few looks they drew from the crowd. He even noticed the DJ give them a look as well, before turning back to Yui. "I believe we are ready to show them the strength when two noble houses combine." He would say rather simply, arrogant expression returning to his face as he slowed their own dance and turned to their officiator while, taking a few steps towards him away from yui, drawing Heir from his back. "Lancer and Dove are our names, and this shall be our submission for the contest." He would say, and Heir's purpose would be made clear soon enough. Keeping Virtue on his back, Lancer would spin Heir quickly before having it stop pointing towards the officiator.
His gaze would then return to Yui as he resumed twirling Heir in his hands as he walked back towards her. He wanted to get the crowds attention as he did so, giving his own flair to the performance as he seamlessly went from twirling it to re-sheathing it on his back besides Virtue, leaving the two spears crossed. He would then gently ask Yui a simple question, rhetorical in nature, as he gently grabbed one hand of hers and the other rested against her waist. "Are you ready Dove?' The words themselves were soft, but under-laid with a tone of confidence. He had no doubt they could win this together. Whatever her response, he would begin their dance again. While some had been affected by Yui's wings and looked, they likely had not seen all of it. Likely had not seen the lead up or true speed at which she opened her wings to display herself proudly. He hoped his trick with Heir would help in that manner, as well as it now being their official entry. He would begin simply, their basic three step routine. He taking a step forward, a step in place, and a step back. Easing into it slowly at first...Before he began to successively speed up. Each set of it his speed would increase in the motions alongside hers, making sure it was a speed she could also manage and not going too fast or slow for her, as was her own nature. Then, as they were moving close to as fast as they could, he would hold her hands a bit tighter and whisper. "Slow." It was his only warning before his speed would drop greatly to her, hoping she would adapt. If she were still going a bit fast he would try to compensate for hers to keep their relatively matched, before he would continue. He felt the urge to speak, but restrained. He wanted this to flow and be natural, not orchestrated. He had to trust she could follow his own movements. The hand intertwined with hers would move up and above her head, signaling her to spin. He would keep it there for for three spins before it went down her neck and lightly touched her hair. But never did his hand rest there. Instead, he would do his own move. His hand would raise above her head again so that she would begin to spin, but this time he would move his hand closer and closer to him, using his free hand to guide her closer to him while at the same time taking a few steps away from her, careful to make sure her wings never touched him. Then, after three spins he would add a twist to it. His free hand would continue to gently push at her waist, still signalling her to keep spinning, as he himself made three long striding yet slower spins of his own around her. Stopping again once he was in front of her, on her sixth spin, as he brought her out of it as his hand again descended down to her neck and hair. He would smile to her, whether she kept up or not, after performing his own unannounced trick. As if saying if she could experiment so could he, before his expression took one of slight focus as he gazed at her. He gave her a slight nod, alone unindicative of much, before he would again spin her with their hands raised above her head, allowing her three spins as he brought his hand down the back of her neck and wrapped it around hers as his eyes stayed focused on hers. Hoping she understood it as her own silent signal to perform her wing spin. From then on, if she wanted to add anything for the dance, he would follow her lead. If not, he would end it soon thereafter. ✘ Post count: 46 ✘Semblance timer: 0/5 ✘ Recharge: 0/5 ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
OOC: And I forgot to do the dice roll because of low battery x.x Outfit
__They rate me at (14) Level 0. ______My aura is.. inactive, and my semblance is.. down. ______I fight with teamDECO. ________My status is.. content ___I am at.. Beacon Ball_______Currently I'm in the company of.. Yennefer?, Calista, and Eli
___ With her teammate closing in to take care of her Yenna let herself fall apart. The bunny girl's small body folded up upon itself as her knees hit the floor and tears gushed forth from her eyes. The ears upon the top of her head also fell as she did. The over all down in the dumps look Yenna had pulled the heart strings and made one want to hold her and cheer her up. Cali's arms embraced the girl and her words flowed into her ears. Yenna turned her face up to look into Cali's eyes. The surprise in her wavering irises was clear. Nox watched as Cali gave up her heels and Yenna looked down at them. After a moment Yenna swapped her boots for the heels Cali had offered to her. She then focused upon Nox's on words. Her frown finally shifting towards a happier expression. Nox smiled at Yenna as she thanked them with a voice that was starting to show signs of her accent returning. "You're welcome." She stated back as if it was merely a courtesy given after she had done something natural. Something that was nothing more than what was expected. To her it was.
___ Nox tilted her head in curiosity at what Yenna had said next. She didn't know much about Yenna's past. Though from the sound of it it had its dark spots just like Cali's and Eli's. It was something that the dark spot in her own past when it came to her family just couldn't match as it was darkened by other matters. Still what she said made some sense. "Well they do say that everyone has two families. The one you pick and the one you don't. Though I have also heard that everyone only has just one. Their family is those people that root them to this world, the people that matter most to them. Whether blood or water runs through the veins of those people doesn't matter, only the connections between them." Nox said as they all began to relocate to this dressing room the fairy godfather had conjured up.
___ As they set off Yenna had fully recovered if her voice was to be an indication. It was both energetic and boisterously loud once more. Yenna and Cali walked in silence after Yenna had made her proclamation of moving onward to the dressing room. Surprisingly Cali stuck with Yenna on the way over. It might be because Eli was close either way with how he was standing behind and between the two ushering them along while holding their hands. Cali's attention was also mostly focused on fiddling with her zero suit to adjust how much of her body it concealed. The only chatter along the way over was the joking banter from Eli and Nox. From behind Nox was following the scattered trail of eroding fabric the others were dropping off as Eli made his response. "Of course, of course. If you did we would all have to insist you go in to have all eight eyes examined." Nox retorted with a giggle. His reply was clear in that he knew they were joking around about it all but despite that his joking tone carried an air of seriousness as well. Perhaps he had taken note of her sense of humor and to not test any lines. Not that Nox would be all that cross if he actually did. At least not enough that he need to worry about much more than a mild response of some sort.
___ With the group having arrived at the dressing room Nox slipped inside for a moment and flipped through a few of the dresses. She was very happy with her own evening gown but there were still some cute ones in here that caught her eye and required some investigation. Cali was justifiably impress. Sounds like she would actually believe Eli if he said he really did just poof this all into existence with a wave of his magic wand. Yenna came in with Cali, who seemed to mostly pull her along. Nox slipped out of the dressing room as Yenna took it all in and mirrored her own question. Cali asked something different about making the clothing out of spider silk. An odd choice but if it wasn't sticky that stuff should prove very tough. Eli answered Yenna and Nox's inquiry with an elusive response. If he wasn't such an absolute knightly sort Nox would be staring him down right now with a withering look of skepticism. Though he just really didn't seem the sort to make off with clothes if he could avoid it. His response to Cali certainly made it seem like he could avoid it now a days at least. Nox turned around after he finished talking. "Like I said. He's a keeper!" She chimed at Cali once more before she shut the door.
___ Nox had a nice smile on her face as she paced away from the door. Eli had told the others that they could do what they needed assured of their privacy by the pair of them guarding the door against prying eyes. Eli picked the left side of the door and leaned up against the wall there. Nox paced the two steps back around to the right side of door. Her skirt fluttered as she gave a little twirl before letting herself fall back against the wall. With her back to the wall and her placement leaning against it stable she straightened her dress out by sliding her hands down her waist a few times to smooth the fabric. Her little grooming ritual was interrupted by Eli speaking to her, "Thank you for being so accepting of her. She... well, she's been through a lot and it honestly means the world to her. To me as well." Nox's expression fell from a happy one to a somber one as she replied in a serious tone. "You really don't need to thank me for that. Absolutely not, Eli. It is what everyone deserves." She lifted her head and turned it in the same motion so she could bring her eyes up from her dress to look at him. "I mean look at me. I'm a faunus, a snake at that. Not a lot of people are happy go lucky trilled about reptiles, and we all know the attitudes of more than a few about faunus both past and present. Either way I'm no stranger to ostracization either. The hate of others has left its mark upon Cali, you, me, and we saw it has to a degree upon Yenna as well tonight. But I won't contribute to the cycle. I at least will try to change things for the better."
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As Remus expected Ella also responded in kind. Confirming that she would rather sit this dance out and watch the others. With both having refused for now Chloris got up from her chair and offered Henryk her hand. Remus grinned a little as it seemed that Henryk actually was blushing for a moment there at that. He took it though and the pair moved off a ways. Remus pushed off gradually with his left foot to rotate his chair some so he could watch the pair. The dance that Chloris was teaching him didn't look that difficult but as with most dances that is probably deceptive. Judging by the mistakes he was making and the corrections Chloris made after each one Remus felt that was likely a sound evaluation.
While the two were away learning to do the dance Ella turned toward him. She was already giving him a bright smile by the time he noticed and shifted his attention over to listen to what she had to say. She didn't ask to dance like he thought she might. Instead she was asking about moving over to the nearby bridge and soaking her feet in the water that flowed under it. Remus twisted his upper body and hooked his arm around the chair to hold the stretch so he could look at the bridge that was now as much behind his chair as hers. Ella added that he didn't need to join her in soaking his feet if he didn't want to. She even tacked on that he didn't even actually have to come along. But her request seemed to be rather obviously brought up for the sake of going somewhere a bit more secluded so she could ask him something. Or that was the impression he was getting from her.
Since she was already up and offering him her hand he took it. Remus rose to his feet with Ella's hand clasped within his own. "What kind of escort would I be if I didn't tag along. Let go." Remus started for the bridge with Ella. It wasn't too far off so they got there swiftly. He looked back and confirmed that they could see the others practicing their dance from here. From there his eyes dropped to the water flowing beneath the bridge. He found a spot with a nice pool that was at just the right height beneath the bridge. He pointed to the edge of the bridge. "This spot work for you?" He asked Ella as he stopped walking next to it.
Cecil smiled at her as she spoke about being too shy back at signal. He was surprised she went to the same school as he did but he didn't say a word about that as she moved herself closer as he nodded his head. "Just follow my lead." He whispered to her as he began to take a few steps with her, slowly taking a step to the left with her, guiding her forward from his direction gently as he made sure to watch her feet as he took a step forward with her. He soon took a step to the right as he smiled, looking into her eyes before he slowly took a step back, guiding her backwards from his direction as he slowly moved to turn with her. He slowly repeated the dance a few more times as he smiled at her. His scarf had adjusted during the movements to reveal more of his face, staying close and mindful of his surroundings as they kept slowly moving.
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Semblance: Inactive || Weapon: Reiterpallasch(Sheathed) || Currently Holding: Nothing at the Moment Post Count: 88 || Quest Points: 3 || Current Quest: N/A [Cold Blooded Defender]
Alysian Virago
Deadly_Tiger
Toryuuku Shinjuku
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Chloris was glad that she could make her friend feel better, even if it was at her own embarrassment. She would then help with the cleaning before throwing away the tissues. Ella was now fine and Remus had even helped so that was nice. At Ella's apology, she smiled and waved her hand in a motion that would indicate that it was no big deal."No need to apologize...It's all in the past,"She replied with a smile."Besides, a week later, I found him being a jerk to a friend of mine and broke his nose. And of course,"She assured her.
After Ella and Remus politely declined, she would then lead Henryk with her to a space to dance; if she noticed his blush, she would not show any signs of it. Her hands were not as smooth as other females, but then again, not all other females had been raised to work with their hands like she did. It was fun teaching the ram faunus to dance and he made it fun."It helps when I've been doing this since I'd learned to walk. And well, you are doing pretty well,"She complimented her dance partner. As she continued to teach him, she was enjoying his company.
At the mention of the others, she nodded slightly."Agreed, they will at some point,"She agreed before considering his questions."I'm enjoying the evening so far, you have made it particularly enjoyable as our leader and as a friend."Her mossy-green eyes looked up to Henryk as she spoke, a sincere smile on her lips before she seemed to have a sudden thought."He is quite light on his feet,"She thought and shook her head slightly."Well, I would enjoy maybe a small walk out under the stars out here,"She suggested meekly, not sure if he would be up for it before the competition.
► Sing Me To Sleep 【 Mood ≡ Confusion, Happy. 】 【 With ≡ Kenna, Feralis 】 【 Semblance - Active ≡ 0/4 Posts 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 | 25 】 【 out. of. commission. ≡ Dress 】
XXX... What an oddity it was, to rest upon their shoulders as they bickered back and forth. Words like venom, lashing out at each other continuously without a break, without missing a step. By now she would've stepped in with either actions or words, sometimes just to fuel the fire. It wasn't until this very moment that she realised just how much she missed that freedom. To shoot a playful smirk, to fire off a witty comment, to flick some salt in a freshly opened wound from one another. While Maria often played peacekeeper among them, that didn't mean she couldn't have her own fun with their antics from time to time. Perhaps that's why they got so out of hand because sometimes she'd interfere and stop them, but the other she would egg them on and make it so much worse. However, this was one of the times that she felt the need to interfere with their toxic words to one another. ... She knew the two of them far too well and knew clear as day that she herself was a sensitive topic. It had often been a clash over their leader if they weren't just tearing into one another over a trivial matter. Now though, it seemed the topic of her seemed to cut far deeper than ever before. However, before she could even attempt to interject, Kenna would spit words that would've surely caused the wolf to go for the throat ... On most occasions. Iridescent hues would sink as her amusement with their antics faded. Gloved fingers would weakly curl against their shoulders, trying to pull their attention from one another and onto herself. ... After all, she was always the greedy one that wanted to be the center of attention, right? She was in the center now, so... Where was the attention?
... At least the reactions that Allistar had caused could be considered amusing compared to the act of ripping each other apart with words about herself. While Feralis seemed to have an absence of words himself, Kenna held no such thing back. From the moment that the bat and cat had met, they continued to flick each other an array of mocks and insults, though Kenna's held a potent venom from her own serious nature. Something that Allistar simply shrugged off, appearing to only keep it up just to spite her. Iridescent hues widened as Allistar closed the gap between them all, pulling them into a most dangerous hug of predators. A most apparent tension instantly skyrocketed between the predator faunus that supported her. Feralis growling and bearing his teeth like a savage animal, while Kenna's body tightened up, fist curled in a ball with an absolutely livid expression. 'Allistar... You really like pushing her, don't you? ... Hmph.. Once upon a time, you might've fit right in.' Simply thoughts, no means to translate or speak. Those same orbs would dart over toward those of pooled mercury at the sound of the foulest of words, a strained breath managing to announce a just barely audible response from the feeble girl. "Sw..wear.." A quirk that Maria could never quite shake, solely in the presence of this cat that she held so dear. Whenever she said a curse, a swear, or some foul word, it would come to Maria as a second nature to call her out on it. It was something she's done since they were little girls, though at one point she may have been quite the potty mouth herself.
Such a risky maneuver ended rather anticlimactically as the boy distanced himself once again, though not without receiving a most vulgar threat from Kenna. After all, that was just the way that Kenna did things. Actually, it was the way they all did things at one point. In the past, Team MAKO caused its own fair share of troubles and got into countless tussles with the ill temperament of the team. So a threat as such didn't so much as phase Maria, especially now that she's gotten used to Kenna's presence once again. Just as she had gotten use to Allistar's to an extent, she would weakly nod in agreement with Kenna's statement while Feralis expressed his own confusion. 'Borderline psychopathic, it seems. ... Hopefully Prism can keep him out of trouble.[ Maria couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as the robot began to distance itself from them. Such a frail girl had grown so dependant on the robot, it truly had become an extension of herself. It made her feel rather lost now that the robot wasn't in her presence, yet at the same time, she felt an odd sense of freedom. Orbs shimmering a rainbow of colors under the ball lights would glance back at forth between the two, a sense of nostalgia creeping in once again. The two of them supporting her like this now reminded her of the time that she got arrogant and called dibs on the Ursa herself. While she did manage to put it in its place, it wasn't without her own exertions. In her pride and stubbornness, she hadn't realised the wave of exhaustion and strain that the toll on her body had caused. A clear memory of words slurring as the world faded to white as gravity took its course, only to be caught in the arms of these two predators. ... To think she let herself get saved by her teammates, but the true spectacle of this event was that they got within three feet of each other and didn't get one another a black eye. ... At least, that was until they finally set her own, that's when they ripped into each other. ... Thinking back now, it was happening then, wasn't it? The weakness, vertigo. Losing all sense and control of her body, as reality faded around her. The more she reflected on the past, the more obvious the signs had become.
A happy memory gone somber would fade within her iridescent pools as Feralis asked the question of the hour. Why was the robot speaking for her? what did it mean about her depending on it? ... Was it really that unclear? Kenna had picked it up pretty promptly, but she also had some warning before it all. The girl had saw Maria descent further into her condition and was given regular updates about the development of the situation. Even if she hadn't read it for years to come, she still had some sort of inkling of what to expect with her robotic companion. ... So... How was she exactly suppose to answer the wolf? Without Prism to answer in her steed, she couldn't do much of anything without the use of her semblance. All of which would be unneeded, as Kenna took the mantle on announcing it. Maria's expression would falter a bit, her once half smile sinking to one with a hint of a somber mood. Hesitantly, those same iridescent hues would look up towards Feralis as she ever so weakly nodded her head. In the past, she wouldn't denied it to the ends of the earth. .. Now though, what was the point? She could barely even talk without knocking herself out, she couldn't stand... Even holding her head up was a task on its own. "Ti..red... hu...hurts.." Some days were better than others, and this surely wasn't one of those days. Her chest would clench tightly, her body trembling as weak pants followed such strained and quiet words. She couldn't keep it up, not like this... Somehow, even just being held up by them and 'standing' on her own two feet was taking its toll on the girl. For now, she had to simply focus on breathing... Trying to do any more with her voice pushed a dangerous line, one that she didn't want them to cross tonight. A near silent sigh escaped her lips as colorful orbs looked back towards Kenna, her curled fingers weakly shifting to tap both of their shoulders before pointing towards the food table across the dance floor. I wonder how well Kenna has picked up from the lessons... I know she can't follow sentences, but maybe simple words. ... To translate for Feralis.' After pointing, Maria would tap on Kenna's shoulder again before slowly forming simple gestures with her hands restrained to their shoulders... Hopefully they could see. 'Eat. Feed. Watch. Leave.' .. Now, what did that mean in a longer version that wasn't simple words? They should eat, the food here was just too good to pass up. Though, without Prism, she'd need one of the two of them to actually feed her. It was hard to eat if she could barely even open her mouth or lift the food to her lips. Perhaps after that, they could watch the dancers starting to come together. ... All else fails, they could always bounce. Maria didn't mind leaving behind Prism or her wheelchair if it meant staying with team MAKO again... It was still so hard to believe, that they could be reunited in such a way. What force was it that she had to thank for this?
Alysian Virago
Ghost254
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 7:09 am
► Hush 【 Mood ≡ Curious 】 【 With ≡ Team JOLD, Molly 】 【 Semblance - Inactive ≡ Interpose 0/3 】 【 Wrist guns ≡ Right [7/7] | Left [7/7] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 | 76 】 【 out. of. control. ≡ Dress So I had ******** up my posting order last time, this is to get a different interaction started.】 【 Profile 】 Ora would look back to Felix. He said that he was fine, and that the clothing they had put on him had protected him. Ora however, was curious as to what had happened. Why had Jazz told her to take care of Felix? Before she could question him further, he ran after Molly, with that girl he was with. They were apparently with YAAZ as well.
She would sigh, before feeling her Aura connect. There wasn't an acceptance, so it returned to her. However, she looked at the man she had sent it to. He seemed to look around, however, it was curiosity instead of hostility. It was him, even though he didn't have his horns. Why would he cut off his horns? Also, he was with another one of his feathered floozies. Why he liked feathers, she would never know. She would stand up, looking at Aaron, the aura radiating from her was now golden yellow.
"Yeah, we are from Team JOLD. I'm Ora D. Now if you don't mind...I need to go and do something." It was time to find out what they had done to the old goat.
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Narx tapped Danaë on the shoulder."Hey I am going to get us some drinks. Enjoy talking to your brother and his date for a bit." He then leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. It wasn't something he would normally do, but he was having such a splendid night and he felt like maybe embarrassing her in front of her brother, or maybe making Asger mad. Whatever it was he loved to stir the pot every now and then. Deep down inside it was probably just to publicly claim her as his, but he would never admit it. He shot her a wink as he left towards the drink buffet. He was half way there when he felt that aura again, but this time it was different. It was more normal and less guarded he felt, but he was a poor interpreter of aura so he was likely wrong. Was this Nyx? No. She felt more cold and menancing. That is for sure. He turned around, but saw nobody. ItOr rather, he saw everybody."I have sworn it was close..."He shrugged and made his way to the buffet where he started to fill a cup of punch which he downed in one gulp. He was so dehydrated. It was hot in this room with so many people He turned around and leaned against a pillar. He would take a quick break and chug a few cups of juice before going back."This stuff is addictive. There must be like 500 grams of sugar per cup."He said downing a third. He crunched the cup in his fist and started back for his little group.
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