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Lilith -

Lennyka's blatant disregard of her costume being anything but a dragon was anything but unexpected coming from the woman, but her outright denial of it kind of scared Lilith. Just a little. She knew first-hand how freaky Len could get sometimes, and Lilith did not want a repeat of that basement room episode. Yeah, she'd rather forget that all that had happened, really. But, alas. Memory was a cruel thing sometimes.

She winced a little as Len grabbed Sorano by the nose and yanked his head down. How could he be so forgiving of an attitude like that? ...Perhaps it was just a sibling thing. If that was the case, it was little wonder that Lilith found it odd. All thoughts of that were pushed aside, though, when Sorano turned back to her and offered to speak to her elsewhere. Lilith folded her arms behind her back and looked down at her feet, unable to not feel sheepish. "Yeah, sure. I wouldn't mind." Honestly, she would never mind talking with Sorano. Speaking with him alone wasn't too big a deal, either. Right? Right.

Isadora -

Looking towards the direction of the other call of her name, Isadora was pleased to see Faleen among the costumed crowd. "Oh, Faleen! How nice it is to see you! Have you been well?" As with all of her patients, current or former, Isadora liked to keep tabs on them and know what they have been doing. It was always so wonderful to see any of her patients having fun and being happy. It was what they all deserved.

After fidgeting with her dress a little more - the skirt was too damn tiny! - Isadora noticed that Faleen seemed to be helping fix the hair of a young... man? What? An eyebrow was raised curiously. It certainly wasn't unusual for men to have longer hair, but this guy took the cake. His long red hair was, to be perfectly honest, rather pretty. Isadora felt like she had seen hair like that before not too long ago... Now itching to know for sure, the doctor slyly walked over to Faleen's side as if she were wanting to talk some more with the Agent, while in actuality, she just wanted a look at the young man's face.

When she finally got in a good angle to see the young man, she had to quickly cover her mouth with a gloved hand and pretend she was coughing to mask the laugh that threatened dangerously to burst out of her. That was the kid she had seen on the boardwalk! The angry one who helped her catch her runaway hat. Asch. Oh, this was too perfect! Trying very hard not to seem too impolite, Isadora turned away from Faleen and Asch and attempted to sound like she was coughing while she chuckled to herself.

Guy -

Guy smiled and chuckled in amusement as Miss Rosie gave him an elegant bow in greeting, calling him 'Sir.' It was kind of odd to hear his name being referred to formally like that. He was certainly in no position to be called as 'Sir.' Not anymore, at least. But enough of that! This was a party! Parties were meant for general enjoyment! And currently, Guy was very much enjoying his time with his friends.

As Rosie sang along to the music in the background, Guy glanced around, wondering if he would see any more familiar faces here. Perhaps Dith would be showing up sometime soon? In his mind, Guy was pretty sure that the giant Russian would be there in one way or another. He was very protective of the band of trainers; almost like a giant father-figure, though it was really weird to think of him that way.

Lost in his thoughts, Guy continued scanning the crowd when he saw one face a did a double take. A short ways away, even though it was difficult to pick out, Guy could plainly see a young blonde woman with bright green eyes dressed as a witch in blacks and blues. ...Wait. He knew that young woman. He knew her all too well. Guy's blue eyes widened in shock as he placed a name to that familiar face.

"L-Lady Natalia?!"

"'Bro? Of course, blame it on the ghost," Izaya answered with a smile, rolling his eyes. Out the corner of one, though, he winked at the invisible, tail-wagging Gengar. "If you asked me, I'd say you just want to show off for your precious angel."

It was a shame Izumi hadn't picked 'robot' - she would have made an amazing one. On the other hand, there was just something unsettling about the white tutu, carefully braided blue hair, powdered cheeks, and cybernetic arm all on the same girl - not that he was stupid enough to think it would deter Jerome. Though the look might not have been ideal, Izumi's demeanor certainly matched the part.

Recognizing the look that Jerome gave him, the info-broker allowed himself a smug smirk and said no more on the matter. "Yes, you. I could use a wolf-man on my side - and not the sort that change anatomy at the sight of the full moon, either." He chuckled at the mention of girls. Though the tattooed man said that, Izaya wasn't convinced. Izumi was different. They both knew that. He knew better than to actually worry either, though. Their room was their room. There were some things Izaya knew even the laid-back gangster didn't want Izumi to know about him.

"I'm the magnificent Human-Lover!" the skinny man stated, baring his chest with his hands planted proudly on his hips. "My love of humans fuels my passion and power to save humanity! I watch them all from above, contemplating their next moves, keeping them from making the wrong decisions - I am their savior!"

"But they don't know that because I do it all in secret." Orihara added, whipping his cape about to conceal the lower part of his face in an air of mystery. "Their silent observer and protector, forever watching; forever guiding them on the path to their ultimate destinies." It seemed like a grand enough job description, but yes, as Jerome surmised Izaya did often, he was pulling the whole thing out of his a**.

Despite this, Jerome was still staring at Izumi. His roommate sighed and dropped his arms to his sides. He half expected the wolf to howl - either at the sight of the pretty girls, or his own loneliness, or both. "If you don't go over there and talk to her soon, I will," he grumbled, more annoyed with the look the gangster was wearing than he was with being ignored. Shoving the more muscular Rocket towards the girls, Izaya glanced back toward the dressing room where Faleen had disappeared into. He thought he'd heard more voices. What, were they having a party over there?

"I'm going to go look for those in need of my help. Whether they know it or not," the hero informed the wolf. "If you decide to join me in my conquest, I'll be around. Shouldn't be too hard for a lupine like you to track me down." With a wave and a sweep of his cape, Izaya strode off in the opposite direction - and stopped.

The room he'd just passed. Had that been...?

s**t. Not here, not now! No, he had to stay calm. He was wearing a mask. Everyone was. What were the chances he would be recognized? Why was Shizuo here? He wasn't a social guy! Didn't he know better than to be around a bunch of people like this? Was he looking for him?

One thing was for sure. A zombie fit the ex-bartender perfectly. the man wouldn't die. No matter what Izaya had sent his way in the past, no matter what obstacles he'd thrown at Shizuo, the guy refused to back down. They had history, Shizuo and Izaya, ever since high school. From the moment they met, it was a game of cat and mouse - each had tried to kill the other. It had been fine for the most part; he'd always been able to stay just out of reach - just one step ahead of the monster man. As a Rocket, though, this only complicated matters for Orihara. How was he supposed to do his job with Shizuo to worry about? If he was caught off-guard by that neanderthal, he would certainly murder him.

Time to come up with a plan. There wasn't much, but Izaya was desperate. No matter what disguise he wore or how many people he surrounded himself with, Shizuo seemed to have a homing signal on him. It was only a matter of time before the dyed blonde took notice of his black-haired rival, and Izaya wanted to be ready. He needed to find an advantage, as he was no match for Shizuo one-on-one. Well, if worst came to worst, at least there were plenty of Rockets around to call on. Whether they would actually help him out when asked was another matter entirely, but he didn't have time to worry about that now.

The punch was in plain sight. A lot of the snacks and refreshments were a mess, but the punch bowl appeared untouched. It was cliche, Izaya had to admit, but as he reminded himself, he was desperate. As he took the nearest bottle of red wine and mixed it in with the colorful fruit punch, his face contorted in disgust. To be reduced to this! Spiking a punch bowl?

If only he'd had more time, he would have come up with something more intricate and focused on Shizuo, but this was a precaution. Nothing more. It was also least-easily traceable to him because, not only was it not his style, but it seemed to be a common practice at parties. Anyone could have done it. For all he knew, it might have already been spiked.

Putting away his added ingredient, the hero wiped his hands on his cape and walked away swiftly from the refreshments table. He needed to talk to Faleen, and right away. She would know what to do - once he told her about Shizuo, of course. On the way, the magnificent Human-Lover accidentally walked a little too quickly and collided with an individual wearing a very peculiar headpiece. It looked like a helmet of some sort, but to Izaya it also seemed to be made of stray pieces of plumbing material.

He swiftly apologized to the man, changing his tone mid-sentence as he recognized the ice-blue eyes. "F-f-frosty-chan!" he said brightly, addressing the fellow with the first name that came to mind. "Terribly sorry about that - so glad you could join the party! I'm sure Xander will be pleased," Izaya added, brusquely dusting off the agent's outfit to rid him of the heart-shaped sequins and glitter that had rained from his own hero costume onto Frost. In his moment of urgency, he seemed to forget the other man's need for personal space. "Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. Why don't you go try the punch? You can bring a glass to Xander."

Though he hardly appeared to think about what he was saying, Oriwhorea was already pulling away, his sights set on the dressing room with a steampunk woman, a fairy, a nurse, and a princess as its occupants.

Tambrey hadn't really known how to take Izaya's playing before.
She wasn't good at that anyway, though, and now, dressed as a witch, she certainly wasn't feeling 'attractive'.
She was feeling rather pleased with the party and with her costume in general- it was just fun.
She laughed appreciatively at the superhero and dismissed the comment.
Then noted that they were drifting away; Faleen one way, then Izaya another.

Tambrey looked up to Lasi, seeking the pink familiar's opinion.
"So.. Which way?"
She did not ask 'what' he wished to do- the answer would just be 'food'... With this Golbat, here, it just had to be food. Unless he saw a pokemon he knew doing something he thought he could try to win at.
Food, it was then.
"Guh!" The Golbat chirruped and fluttered toward where a robot had started to lay waste to the edibles. That didn't matter to him, much of course.
Tambrey followed him, moving through the crowd at a slower rate, and wishing she'd said for him to wait up a little. Oh well, at least it was difficult to lose a pink bat.
Or was it? Well, here was the table... by the punch bowl.
A happy munching could be heard nearby; that had to be Lasi.
She hoped he was behaving around whatever he was devouring.
She hoped it wasn't someone else's food.

"Lost?" Really? How could one get lost? Did he mean to dress up as a robot or did he not? Did he walk into the party or was he drugged and tossed in? This guy was goofy, to say the least.

"Well, I know what I'm doing here: I... ok, wait, no, I guess I really don't know what I'm doing here either." The grunt frowned. She really couldn't remember what possessed her to dress up for a Halloween party. Probably because some of her fellow Rockets had come, but she wasn't about to disclose that.

(Asch, Claire, Isadora, Izaya)

"Alright" She confirmed to Asch, continuing to work with his air alone like he requested.
curling his hair into long soft waves,
"Doing well, and yourself?" she replied to Izadora, glancing over to the women as to not be rude.
Though her eyebrows arched at the look and subtle reaction the other women had to Asch.
Faleen didn't look surprised, or offended on Asch's behalf, she suspected he was going to be getting reactions like this all night. Though she was curious to see how well me might adept to the part to fool people into actually thinking he was a women.
This was his specialty after all.

"How does that look?" Faleen asked, once she was done with one side of his hair, starting on the other side while giving him the chance to critique his other side.

It wasn't a knowledge that Faleen was prompt to flaunt, the fact that she knew how to do hair, the fact that she knew how to do anything that would be considered girly, really.
She didn't think she was particularly skilled, and no where near professional, but she knew what she was doing enough for formal events, or in this case, consuming.

Claire's question drew another pause from the women, as she turned her head, glancing over her shoulder to look at Claire with raised eyebrows.
Claire had caught that? Had Faleen made her discomfort more transparent then she intended?
"Yes, I was just rethinking my approach." she answered, gesturing to the hair.
In a way, this was true... Just not about the hair.

There were a lot of people moving around this room, getting ready, Faleen mostly ignored them, it was easy, she didn't know any of them, not particually cared.
It was when someone she recognized, especially one she just saw that easily stood out from the croud.
Izaya seemed to be trying to make him way back into this room, looking around for something.
She frowned softly furring her brow in silent curiosity, then tilted her head to the side in a questioning manner.

(Guy, Izumi, Sera, Charlotte)

Rosie was already having a great time, she loved the music they were playing, and she was itching to get out and dance! It seemed like they were all finished and dressed! It was time to get out to the party!
"I think we all did a great job" Rosie agreed with Seraphine, clapping her gloved hands together again and standing to her feet.
she opened her mouth to suggest that they get out to the party floor when a few different things happened.
Guy spoke, sounding surprised, and it sounded to be a name... but Lady?
the blond pirate blinked, looking over at him, but before she could as him what was up, someone new joined their group, and spoke directly to Rosie and guy, greeting them.

her hair swished a little, before she stopped... and let a few seconds pass as she stared at the girl... at first she had no idea where she had met her, though she looked familiar.
Not wanting to be rude, since clearly this girl knew who Rosie was, she thought desperetly back, trying to remember her.
"OH! you were at the spring festival! weren't you? I remember you." Rosie smiled.
"Its good to see you again, I hope things are going well?"
Its been a while since Rosie was in Kodo, her and the others were away for a while, and it was hard sometimes to keep up with news on Kodo with how busy they were kept.

It was Izumi's turn to grab Rosie's attention.
Of coarse they had all heard about someone named Jerome, someone that Izumi really thought highly of. Rosie had always loved listening to Izumi talk about this man, and thought he sounded incredible.
Though Rosie had never met him before, so when Izumi called out the name of her close friend, Rosie perked up, and looked around.
"Jerome's here? Really?"

Asch marched his way past people, seemingly intent on heading for the refreshments. Maybe someone had spiked the punch. He could use a drink right about now.

On his way though, he didn't entirely watch where he was going and clipped shoulders with Guy. Irritated, Asch turned his disgruntled gaze on the young blonde man before blinking once in surprise and frowning.

Guy [Asch] -

The red and black princess bumped shoulders with Guy. Ergo, made physical contact with Guy. As such, Guy's immediate reaction was to pale and quickly step back, a frightened look in his eyes. "Aaau-" But he stopped the startled yell as he got a closer look at the princess, who was, in fact, not a woman at all. Instead, Guy saw the familiar face and the scowl and paused.

He remembered that face.

And now the owner of that face was dressed up as a princess.

"Pah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!"

Guy couldn't help himself as he nearly doubled over in uproarious laughter. That was that Luke-look-alike! That Asch b*****d! And here he was, dressed up like a pretty princess! Oh, this was too perfect! Guy clutched at his aching sides as he continued laughing.