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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 6:49 pm
"Mmm hmm," West replied. He wasn't quite sure what her question had been, but it didn't seem to matter, at least it didn't until he felt her fingers brush up under his hair, tightening at the nape of his neck. All at once, he seemed to arrive at the place Levi had been a moment before, a place he never should have left. The corner of We're Not Alone Road and I Look Like an Idiot Lane. He stumbled again as he spared a glance for the room, only barely recovering this time by looking back at her, brows furrowed in concentration. "Yeah. Helpin'." West smirked, but it was a bit strained.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 6:59 pm
Kiwi smiled and nodded to Fai, taking Willow by the hand.
"Alright, it's simple really, you start off with a clap," he instructed, releasing her hand just long enough to bring his own together, bangles rattling as he did. He brought his hands back out to the side, grasping hers. "And repeat." he grinned, clapping once again before spreading them out. As he did, he began to quicken the pace slightly, shaking his hands together so that his bangles began to hum and set a rhythm of their own. "See?? You have to get the rhythm going. Now, left foot out, right foot out." He extended first his left, then his right heel, all while keeping tempo with his clapping, rattling hands. After a minute of this, Kiwi lifted a hand in the air, waving it round so his jewelry danced and hissed before kicking his feet in a small turn, grasping Willow's hand and dancing her round as well, a smile warm on his face. It felt good to dance again. To share his heritage, to feel a part of it once again. He only wished more could join in, so they could form a circle and dance round the room as the clansmen would the caverns of his home. He smiled to Willow. "What do you think, eh??" He exchanged a smile with Fai and Heidla too.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:00 pm
Hang in there, Hel. The troll pay off would be awesome. So awesome. Hel leaned forward anymore, resting her head against his chest as she looked up at him. “If I was your ghoulfriend.” Pause. Another gag under the mask, but Titus was starting to break down, she could see it. “ Right now.” Another pause. “…But screech heart, please just call me Mrs. Laburnum now, alright?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:02 pm
What was with all the dragons hating him? They were so short fused and badly tempered. Just always getting up in his business. The ice was not a nice threat through, and he winced at the idea of being a imp-sicle and touched the fur hem of his coat.
"THIS HALF of the ghouls is MY date. You can take the other half. I don't want that." He said, waving in Tess' direction as if she was some consolation prize that he didn't care for.
"Hey, Chest." Well, Legs did go by Legs. Might as well call the top half by a name too. "How about you be a good ghoul and take a page out of Leg's book here and - " He made a zipping motion over his lips.
To this he gestured to the dance floor. "How about we leave before we catch bad-taste from these two." He glanced up at the boil's pants and tie. "I can feel myself loosing class already."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:02 pm
"I believe so, yes," Shun mused as far as what friends did for one another. It felt about right in the very least. Though, regarding the other question, the Reaper wasn't quite as certain. "I'm not sure. Vaith was who she came with last year, so perhaps he is her date once more in this year," he said. If it was someone else, he hadn't been able to catch sight of the guy at all. Soon, he noticed a pair coming up to the table as well. The female of the pair, he did not recognize in the slightest, but the male sounded like Mot. The features matched up about right as well. For a moment, he raised an eyebrow. Had the cowboy found himself another girl to take aside from Hel? The Reaper watched the two for a moment or so, then went ahead and addressed them. "Decided to come tonight after all?" he asked, speaking a little more to Mot. Considering how recently the break had happened, he was kind of surprised to see him here.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:08 pm
Yeah, she'd pretty much tripped and fallen enough to not do it for the rest of the night. Not to mention walking without shoes seemed to have improved her mood and coordination significantly. Those heels, they made her stand weird, even if she didn't quite touch the ground. "If the lights go out, I'll help you find your way, sure," she said. I mean, it would help she was a beacon in the dark, too: in the darkness she'd light up like a torch. She wasn't exactly one of the subtly-glowing ghosts. The ink on her back, her lotus tattoo, especially burned brightly whenever the lights were turned off.
Amarus accepted the punch contentedly. "Thank you," she said, for once finding some kind of manners. "I have actually enjoyed it a lot so far, thanks to you... I didn't expect to have any fun. Unless things caught fire spontaneously, I guess-- the original plan was to spike the punch, pick a fight and fall asleep somewhere in the corner-- preferably one not too sticky."
Considering Amarus had no idea who Mot was until she'd met him and he had taught her how to dance just at the beginning of the night, she didn't really know what ... well, whoever this was that was talking to Mot, now. She didn't recognize the student at all, but they seemed to know each other? Was there a reason Mot wasn't going to come to the prom? Amarus sipped her punch, regarding the stranger with curiosity but equally reserve.
Rather than be completely rude, she uncurled one hand from her punch cup and waved it slightly, though it looked a bit more like a salute than a friendly wave. Her silver eyes watched over the edge of the cup, staring eerily.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:08 pm
The little moniker the imp had used left Tess sputtering in indignity, arms instinctively folding across said body. She may have been slightly sensitive about their size but it had never been an issue with Sheridan. And now this imp was making her feel self-conscious all over again? It also didn't help that she knew the things the two got up to and the memory was making her face flush. Or an undead's close equivalent thereof. "Let them go, Sheridan," Tess pleaded, wanting nothing more than to distance herself from her lower half. Surely a few hours wouldn't aggravate their deteriorating FEAR core would it? It's not like either of them were going to dissipate any time soon. ** If the upper half of the ghoul preferred to go down the passive route, Legs went with the aggressive route. She purposely got between the two boils, stamping on the floor with a loud clatter of a heel and sole. She seemed to draw an imaginary line on the ground, separating Sheridan from TG and it was obvious whose side she was on.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:12 pm
It took just a bit, moving across the grounds arms locked, but they arrived at last, before either False or Freya entered Sharpie ran ahead. the pitter patter of paws scampering across the dance floor before stopping at Herryk's feet.
"Hey mr. screejay pay attention main entrance!" With that the cat quickly b-lined to the snacks table; he didn't feel like being kicked-stomped-punched or generally broken by the boil whos cape he inked at Giftmas.
Meanwhile False shoved the doors open with one arm, Freya wrapped around the other.
"LADY GHOULS, AND GENTLE BOILS, I PRESENT...." He waved his free hand to the side a small flame trailing after his fingers as he leaned over sweeping outward to present her to the dance.
"Miss Lady Freya."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:12 pm
Fai quickly motioned for Heidla to join the other two. "It's a circular dance, my dear, the more people joining, the better," he explained cheerfully, moving to Kiwi's side and doing as he did. It was a rambunctious, wild dance, and the wide grin on Fai's face showed that he enjoyed it very much. Fai had little talent musically, but he was quite the dancer according to Famine standards.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:18 pm
" You look great", Eisheth pointed at the ghoul's dress. " Well, the best I could do in such a short time was the mask", she waved her hand with the mask designed in traditional famine colours. " Actually, this one was pretty easy to make. Next time, if you want, I can make one for you, as well", if the next time comes, she added for herself. Well, socializing. " I'd like some punch, since I have, like, no idea what it is. Guess, our cuisine habits are very different!", she laughed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:18 pm
As soon as False pushed the doors open and started announcing their entrance loudly, Freya reached up and slapped a hand on his face. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment, and she giggled violently. "Shh, False!" She snickered, clearly amused with the display, but perhaps more than that - touched by the effort. After all, it only made this special moment even grander. But she still smushed her hand against his mother and tried to get him to stop. "Or maybes I shoulds yells out to presents Lord False, now thats I thinks of it, hah?" Her smile turned wry, and she patted his arm. In a quieter, and more genuine tone, she murmured. "Seriously, though. Thanks yeh for doings this. It means a lots teh me."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:24 pm
Ever polite, Salbei waited patiently for the ghoul to say what she had to before he even tried to pipe up himself. "How bold, very good!" Pale lips stretched into a rather toothy grin as she not only admitted to going solo, but proceeded to list all of the other reasons that kept her here anyway. It was amazing how parallel they were in motives! Scarelings were certainly adorable.
He had a moment of distraction though, as someone very loudly announced the arrival of a Miss Freya - ah, someone important to the student body? Salbei made a mental note to investigate this apparent royalty later; for now, he had a small bird to pay attention to.
"I came alone as well. It seems you and I have similar reasons for being here, Miss...?" The Horseman trailed off, extending a thin hand towards her, palms up in invitation.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:27 pm
That was not exactly slowly and elegant waltzing Heidla imagined the prom to be. Nor was it solemn and passive, rounded and languid, as one would expect to dance among fellow priestess. Nor was it ritualized and complex, as the Conquest dance she read about. No, it was violent and fast, and the Famine horsemen were completely absorbed in it. She saw their happy smiles and though it must have reminded them of their past. Heidla realized that if she tried to copy the movements of the wild Famine dance she would soon get caught in her layered skirts and just slip and fall down. She was too full of herself to allow that to happen, so she just imitated slow sway of trance. Now, that was much better. Dignified, that was the right word. And bearing oneself with dignity was a must for a priestess.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:27 pm
 She looked pretty, he'd give her that. Tahki was quiet and sort of shy, but she was very nice in her own way, Mengyao had decided, as he regarded her calmly through the mask. He reached out and took her offered hand, sliding it over his arm so that her fingers rested in the crook of his elbow. He stepped forward, pulling Tahki with him, his eyes already scanning the crowds for a certain someone.
No. He was not looking for her. Nope.
You are.
I am not.
The voices in his head were rising and lowering like the swells of an ocean, pressing against his skull. He pushed the thoughts aside, gritting his teeth a little. He had not come to this event to see her. She had come with her own date, hadn't she? Tahki was his date - or his not-date, rather, since this was not a romantic occasion. Mengyao turned his attention back to Tahki, dual colored eyes glittering in the shadows the mask created.
"Would you wish to dance, or shall we get some refreshments?" he asked, nodding his head towards the long table off to the side.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  The refreshment table was stocked full of various treats and goodies. Sparrow let his eyes wander along the length of it, but he did not pick anything up. He wasn't quite in the mood for anything, really, and so stayed simply with the small plastic cup of punch in his hands.
Around him the music drifted around, some sappy ballad filling his ears. Sparrow tapped one finger against the cup, his lips quirking downwards a little in a slight frown. The last time he had come to prom he had gone by himself. It was this year that he'd been fortunate enough to find Wren - lovely, beautiful, shy Wren - but it was also this year that she had been too scared to attend. He understood, of course; and he was not about to force her to go - traumatizing the poor ghoul was the last thing he wanted to do, after all. And he cared for her a great deal - more than he had thought he ever would about a ghoul - and could not bear to see her upset.
He did miss her, though - he missed her greatly, but Sparrow was quite determined not to spend the entire evening moping. He straightened a little, the cup half lowered, and slid a hand down the front of his coat, smoothing out some of the wrinkles. No, he would not mope. He was going to make the evening a good one, despite missing Wren. He was going to -
"Sparrow?"
Red punch sloshed over the rim of his cup as he jumped, the liquid narrowly missing his outfit. Startled, he glanced down. Pale, slender fingers - familiar fingers - had closed around his wrist, and for a moment Sparrow just stared at them, not quite daring to believe he was actually seeing - and hearing - what he thought he had. Slowly he lowered the cup in his free hand, setting it down onto the table, and carefully - cautiously - he pivoted, turning around to face -
"...Wren?"
He hardly dared believe it, but it was her, standing in front of him. Even with the mask, he would have recognized her straight away, and Sparrow's mouth fell open. He shut it rather abruptly, a light flush of red dusting his cheeks behind the mask.
"...Wren," he said again, and reached out, carefully extracting her fingers from around his wrist. He slid his hand against hers, slipping his fingers through hers, and took a step closer.
"...what...what are you doing here? I thought...you didn't..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:30 pm
" I thought they looked kinda cute together..." Mitsu said softly searching for Vaith. " He seems like a nice boil." Seeing Shun turn to address someone Mitsu brightened when she saw it was her Big Brother. " Big Brother!" She chirped moving over toward the boil. " I'm glad you came." She reached out to hug him before pulling back and waving at the ghoul he was with. " If...you're not busy later will you dance with me? I've been practicing since last year." She said proudly. Mitsu was hoping to dance with Shun first but she wanted to make sure she could get in a dance with her friends and especially her big brother as well. ---- What..... What?! WHAT?!?!?!aosiduaso8ewoui3a98a Titus did what he could to hold onto that thin delicate thread of composure that was slipping between his grasp. Keep calm and carry on right? He smiled though it probably came off as a tad insane as his eyes were wide and the smile stretched across his face. Beads of sweat had started to gather on his face and immediately his eyes were darting around for an escape. " Oh.....would you look at the time." Titus said casually pulling back his sleeve to reveal a wrist with no watch. " I have important...demon matters to attend to. Contracts, magical girls, you know the routine. Very busy I should probably stick to my tight schedule but its been...umm...pl....pl..." He couldn't get out the word pleasant as he stiffly backed up with one large stride and made a beeline back to Riyo. She was the safe zone.
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