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Dio sailed through the side gate and held up his hand, releasing the small yellow stone into the air. He watched Sulfur slowly right herself. 'Don't worry Sully, Vance will be close by. I think Rhys and Tek are here too.' The black fiend scanned the rather large group of people before he spotted his 'brother'. Taking a tentative movement toward them, he glanced back at the little wisp to be sure she was going to follow him. When he was sure she would, he drifted over toward the group Rhys was with.

Sulfur floated through the air after Dio. She wasn't used to such large groups of people, and it was both intimidating and somehow exhilarating. In the fading light, her eerie blue flames licked to life, creating a nice blue glow as she trailed through the party guests.

Vance adjusted his hat and glared at Merci "I'm still not riding that death trap back home. It's not happening."

Merci wasn't in the mood for him tonight, she hadn't come all this way to have him ruin her fun. Her tone was flippant when she responded, "Okay, you can slither your way home then." She was dressed pretty nicely today, though she opted for leather pants rather then her customary leather skirt. They made it easier to ride the hoverbike.

The kitsune strode through the gate and immediately started looking for Dio. She caught sight of his brightly colored head moving toward Rhys and she decided that she'd let him be to mingle as he chose. She opted for the old fashioned party behavior of circling the area once before committing to a location.

Vance, coiled himself up near the gate. His grumpiness palpable as he grumbled quietly about squeezing Merci much harder on the way home.

“Oh my God,” Miranda gasped, having caught sight of Dio. “I Have Seen The Rainbow.” Her voice was practically vibrating with veneration. Promptly leaving Amon to his temporary brooding, she picked up one of her own cupcakes from the table, and headed straight for the young Stargazer. “You,” she told him straight out, “have the most amazing hair. Ever.”

Her wisp, having followed closely, apparently agreed wholeheartedly with its guardian. It circled Dio’s head, pinging everyone close enough to sense it madly with its excitement about the colors. And the sparkles. Oh The Sparkles.

“Hey,” Miranda eventually remembered to introduce herself, starting to nibble at the cake’s icing in between sentences. “I’m Miranda. And that is Rutie. He happens to have a-” She paused, having spotted Sulfur, and swallowed. “Is that, ah. Is that a shadow that actually glows?” Miranda’s face openly mirrored her confusion at the apparent paradox.

Dio paused as he was approached, and he couldn't help the happy crease to his eyes. If he had a mouth he would probably have been smiling. 'Thank you Miranda, I don't often get comments about my hair that aren't negative.' That little wisp was so cute! His head swiveled as he watched Rutie, 'I'm Dio, I'm really happy I got invited. I don't get to see so many little ones at the same time.' His voice was warm, he adored the wisps. He reached up with his star covered arm to wave at Rutie.

Sulfur floated closer to Dio, the blue flames licking up around her as she did. In the setting of the sun, her glow was getting a little bit brighter. Her curiosity though was no fixated on Rutie, but on Miranda. She floated closer to the woman and circled her slowly, as if sizing her up.

The teenager couldn't help a small laugh, 'Yeah she does glow. She reminds me of a little Will-o-Wisp. You know from old stories? Follow one into the forest and get lost in there forever? When Sully floated past him, the light she cast reflected in Dio's hair, making the sparkles practically dance.

A hand rolled cigarette hung out of the corner of Theirn's mouth, night was falling and the quiet of the country road stood out in stark contrast to the sounds the werewolf's vehicle made. Theirn was driving a battered old pick up truck, it ran smoothly but somewhat loudly. The hood had several old dings that hadn't been beaten out of it and the passenger side door was a faded white contrasting with the scuffed blue of the rest of the vehicle. The only newer looking item on the truck was a bumper sticker stuck to the back bumper which read, Lycanthropy is not a family value.

Theirn had come across the information for the bbq and had tentatively looked into the whole ordeal. The party was happening a few nights after the full moon so he was still feeling sore from the shifting, which meant he was also feeling more crabby. Normally he'd shy away from others during this time but the construction job he'd managed to get wasn't due to pay him for the next few days...and at the party there'd be food.

"Too bad you weren't bigger, I'd teach you how to pocket biscuits," Theirn glanced over to a small dark wisp bobbing nearby on the seat of the truck. "Here is the place..." slowing Theirn pulled up to the house looking over the various vehicles lined up near the place, sitting a moment the werewolf took a long drag off of his cigarette before flicking it out the open window of his truck. "There are suppose to be more of your kind here," Theirn glanced to Coal, "lets go meet the family."

Hoping out of the truck Theirn's pale wolf eyes caught some of the light from the lanterns and flashed. He paused a moment near the opening into the backyard where most of the guest seemed gathered, glancing down he looked over his worn jeans, steel toed boots, and last clean t-shirt he felt a bit under dressed but just shrugged to himself before stepping through the gate.

Coal floated near his guardian, the little wisp didn't like getting too far and as the two looked over the grouping of those gathered Coal moved in closer to Theirn shying away from the others.

A faint blush crossed Mistalina's cheeks when she made eye contact briefly with Amon before looking away to compose herself. So that was Nephrite's guardian? The little shadow has spoken well of him in the few moments they had been able to chat after which the elf had an invitation thrust into her hands. Where was little Nephrite anyway? She wanted to say hi to the little shadow and give her a gift she had brought.

Well, she certainly wasn't going to find her standing here by the fence now was she? Time to mingle a bit then. She wove her way through the throng, carefully watching for any smaller shadows that might be lurking near the ground. It wouldn't be very nice to trip over anyone.

Still wondering about what turn Nephrite’s development might eventually take, Amon caught the elven woman’s interested glance towards him, briefly returning the eye contact with a faint – but not unfriendly – smile. ‘Mistalina’ was the name she’d given him in the email, but he very much doubted it was her real name. It simply didn’t have a very elvish ring to it. He should ask her, perhaps. He might be able to pronounce it about just right, albeit with a pretty thick accent. Putting out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, he pushed himself away from the baluster to join the crowd. Given he was the host he ought to mingle, aquaint himself with his guests. And … he probably ought to relieve poor Rhys from the grill duty (and watching over Ruku) at some time. Though the boy seemed to be doing rather well at it.

He was, however, stopped short by the sight of Algernon gasping and flailing, his face of an alarmingly red color. It took only a moment (and a glance at Tek still holding the plate with the chips and the sambal) to count two and two together. He quirked a brow at the black-and-neon-green fiend, and – as no one seemed to be looking – grinned and gave him a thumbs up before he went to support the gasping wizard and carefully direct him back into the kitchen. That shapely elven woman would have to wait for a little, he decided with a bit of a sigh.

He opened the fridge, and after a moment, pressed a glass of nice cold milk into Algernon’s hands. “Drink up, that’ll help,” he advised the middle-aged man. At least that seemed to be the case for most people. He himself had a tolerance for hot food that was downright unholy. Or, at the very least, simply not fair. The only thing that had ever brought him down gasping had been that damn dragonfyre.

There was no indication the wisp understood what Dio told him. He seemed, however, to slow down a little, eventually settling on the young fiend’s arm as if to rest there.

Miranda, for her part, was fascinated, looking at Dio’s arm first, and then up at the sky where the first stars were beginning to show, as if to compare. The fiends were all so diverse in appearance and abilities, it was amazing.

“I think Rainbow Brite is pretty awesome,” she declared. “To bad it was before my time, I would have loved to watch it when it first came out.” She instinctively flinched back a little when ‘Sullie’ approached her so suddenly, almost dropping her cake, but then quickly recovered from her surprise.

“Hey there, Sullie,” she said, eventually offering her fingers for the wisp to play with. The flames weren’t hot at all. “How can you tell it’s a ‘she’? I mean, I get the impression Rutie is a ‘he’, but how can you tell?” She munched on her cake and kept wiggling her fingers at Sulfur. “And, now that you mention it, I actually use liver of sulfur to patinate my jewelry. It is pretty stinky stuff.”