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 Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 10:54 pm
Lumi's tails swished quickly making a soft noise as she smiled happily, she was glad that dancing really wasn't his thing either. Then again this room just seemed to feel right, all the emotion and commotion was great but at the same time she wasn't sure if being out there would help her cause any. She had decided on flats for the night just in case she tripped, it wouldn't be very graceful of a fall in this particular dress. Her ears perking up greatly at the mention of his friends,
"Oh...I know Sin said she was coming...I think by herself?"She hadn't actually asked the ghoul if she was still going by herself but if she did she wouldn't mind seeing her again. Looking around a small line caught her eye,
"Julian? Do...dances have lines?"Pointing over towards the photo booth. She hadn't actually looked around when she first got here. She figured it would be safer just standing in the corner.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 10:54 pm
"Awe, did ya daaaance?" Nuru seemed to think this 'don't want to speak about it' clause did not include himself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:00 pm
Mot paused as Amarus excused herself. He couldn't put a finger on it, but the whole night she just seemed to pick up on little things he was feeling. An ability he attributed to her natural ways, he supposed. Mot smiled warmly. Perhaps he needed some time to be alone, gather his emotions, and try Prom again. He could only bury his sadness so long. He needed a moment. "Thank you. It's been such a pleasure." He gave her a regal bow, and moved through the crowd to leave. The scent of cinnamon. It stung his nose suddenly, as a mauve tainted vision passed by. A ghoul who was apparently dancing with Shun. For a brief moment, he thought it could be Hel. But it looked nothing like her----- Well.. covered head to toe as if in disguise. Maybe... His heart stung. He was realizing more and more how badly he wanted Hel there with him. With all the fighting they had done, there was just so much love in his heart for her, those fights seemed more like blurry images in the background. He drew in a sharp breath, and tapped them both on the shoulders. "Could... I cut in?" His head turned down to the ghoul who smelled of Cinnamon. "...Hel?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:01 pm
"It was mandatory." he crossed his arms a little more firmly, eyes narrowing down to slits. "So yes."
The urge to fish out his notepad was rising again as it always did when he felt stressed, instead he settled for rearranging the ruffles of his shirt obsessively until they were all absolutely perfect again.
"It has no bearing on me dancing right now. At all."
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:03 pm
The chase was on. And Charlie was ready for this moment. He was quick for a little guy and hand no problem closing the gap between him and Jack. The demon flew up behind the cat demon and ... stopped. Or rather, tripped over Tahkis tail face first. Tahki squeaked feeling something on her tail and let go of mengyao. Of course it was Charlie who had desturbed such a platonic date. The gryphon frowned and then looked back up at the horseman. "I think I need to take this one here to get some ice." She prodded Charlie with her foot. "I'll be back," There was a sweet apologetic smile given before Tahki bent over and gathered the pink haired demon. Charlie was knocked out. 
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:04 pm
"Ah bet ya danced beautifulleh," Nuru offered with a small earnest smile. He wasn't looking to push Zar so much as... he just found out something amazing about him and wasn't keen to let that go so easily.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:06 pm
"Let's go, doll! We'll show 'em how this is done, now shake a leg!" Enzo beamed at all the dancing, swaying with his own side-step alongside his horseman date. Mjoll was a classy lady, surely she could follow along? With a grin, he gave her a twirl... 
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:10 pm
“ Ha! Simple you say?” Hel called back; just oh so delighted to see Shun doing a jig with her. Goodness, she was going to burn this memory into her mind for forever and ever. “ Well, if that is what you think, then we can make it more challenging, ya—“ A tap on her shoulder and then a terribly familiar voice that made her stomach flutter with moths. Both out of fear and hopefulness. The ghoul abruptly stopped dancing, turning to regard the cowboil as she still held onto Shun’s hand. Dear Sally, was she glad she was wearing a poker face mask at the moment. “… A…ah….hello, Mot…!” That wasn’t painfully awkward at all. “ Ah…” She looked back at Shun with a curious tilt of her head, to wait and see what he’d say. No doubt he wouldn’t mind at all being set free from her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:11 pm
"Sin said she was coming by herself?" Julian was a little take aback by that one, he didn't even stutter. He took Lumi's hand and started walking over to one of the long tables, his attention halved between navigating through the rest of the students and what she was saying to him. That was just... surprising. He knew that Rosc didn't like lots of people. Heck, Julian doubted the incubus liked him at all, and he was one of Sin's closest friends. He remembered the haunted house, Rosc had not enjoyed that one bit. But then, Julian didn't think any of them really did. Especially not that damned mirror or the flying bunnies.
But to hear that Sin would go to Prom without him... He sort of expected all or nothing, really. Either they both went or they did something else, something more private. It's what he would have done. But then, Sin liked these kinds of things, so there... was really no telling.
Little did he know that he had pretty much just missed the pair walking in and just hadn't spotted them when he scanned the room for Lumi.
She caught his attention with her question though, causing him to stop and turn his head to figure out what she was referring to, what she was looking at.
"Oh, no, I think... That's the photobooth. You can get your picture taken, as a memento from Prom," he replied, at least that's what he figured it was. Since he hadn't actually been to any of the dances, he just had to go by all of the pictures Michel had and the stories he'd told. He turned back to Lumi, tilting his head to one side as he looked down at her.
"Did... Would you want one?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:11 pm
 And then suddenly dancing and Sparrow was not quite certain how everything had gotten so...chaotic.
Not that he was complaining, of course, since there was a great deal of laughter, smiling, shouting, and dancing going on around him, but he did not want to lose sight of Wren - who he discovered was still latched onto Xiu's arm and dancing. Hesitant, awkward, and slightly shy dancing, but she was adorable and Sparrow felt his heart clench a little in his chest, mostly pleased over the fact that she had managed to take a small step out of her comfort zone.
For him. He felt undeserving, but Sparrow pushed that thought aside. A familiar boil had appeared a few steps to his left, and Sparrow grinned at him, lifting a hand in greeting.
"Vaith," he said, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Good to see you. I trust you're doing well?"
He had to shout to be heard over the noise, Sparrow flashing a grin at the reaper and then back at Siobhan.
"Have I won yet?"
 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Dancing was, at least, something that Mengyao felt comfortable with. Tahki may have only been half his size, her face pale and looking slightly uneasy as she glanced around uncertainty
"What is the matter?" he asked her, tilting his head and slanting a look down at the ghoul. He pulled her a few steps to his left, then swayed easily, guiding her across the dance floor. "You appear to be...unsettled somehow."
Despite the fact that this was not a romantic entanglement of any sort, Mengyao did wish to at least hold up his end of their escorting each other to this dance. It would not look well for a member of the Conquest clan to provide their partners with disrespect at such an event, and Mengyao was not about to treat her in any ill manner. Tahki was his escort for the evening ("date" seemed somehow too...intimate, in a way), and he was going to treat her as such.
There were whispers in his head now, a few voices rising and falling, tugging at the corners of his thoughts. Mengyao shook his head, just slightly, as though to clear his mind, pressing his lips together as he cast an idle glance around them. There was a group of students already packing the floor with laughter and dancing - he would stay away from that sort of raucous group - and various students dispersed here and there with their significant others.
And then, just beyond them, a familiar figure with dark hair swept up into an elegant knot, dressed in burnt orange and dark swaths of black and gold. Mengyao hesitated in his steps - an almost imperceptible gesture - but then continued on as normal, his gaze covered by the shadow of his mask. He did not know why she was alone, but her companion, the one she had referred to as her "little brother," was no where in sight.
Mengyao turned back to Tahki, studiously ignoring the whispers in his head. "What do you say we - " he started to say, but there was a sudden crash and he was abruptly jerked forward, stumbling a few steps and colliding with Tahki, who had let go of him rather suddenly. A look of bemusement appearing behind the mask, Mengyao peered around the ghoul at the prone form of a student lying there on the ground.
"Oh," he said, thoroughly nonplussed, though he raised one dark brow in amusement. "That is, ah..."
Tahki was gathering him up, her smile apologetic, but before Mengyao could say anything else, she was already half carrying, half dragging, the boil with her off of the dance floor, disappearing into the throngs of students. He was alone now, which was...awkward. Frowning slightly, Mengyao straightened, his cane clicking against the hardwood floor. For a second time, his gaze flickered to the side, searching for the figure he had seen before, wondering if she was still there -
- which she was. Lifting his chin, Mengyao stealthily and easily wove his way through the crowds of dancing students, the clack of his cane against the hardwood floor somehow reassuring as he stepped up behind his best friend. His free hand lifted, gloved fingers brushing against the side of her face.
"Someone looks a little lost."
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:11 pm
It didn't last long before Shun felt a tap upon his shoulder. He turned and saw Mot standing there. Ah. A reprieve for himself. It may be good for the two to spend time with one another anyway. Without a single word, he let go of Hel's hand and took a step away, motioning for Mot take his place. His good eye looked at the two briefly, then nodded to walk on elsewhere for now. Given how many people were around, with the way he was weaving through people, he almost walked into another group of people. Having one eye in this sort of situation made it a little difficult to move about without bumping or nearly walking into others. Oh. It was the four protectors of the clans. He hadn't quite expected to see them here. Gazing at Invictus for a moment, he quietly bowed to the four to pay a bit of respect.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:17 pm
At first, she hadn't been sure she was going to go to Amityville's 2nd Annual Prom. The Protector of War's view of the prior year's prom mirrored Invictus' -- even at the time, the grand event had sparked only the most moderate of interest, and had failed to hold it much longer than a few moments. Then, as it was now, it had merely been an excuse to wear an extravagant dress and mingle with the other Amityville students, something that as a representative for the War clan, had been more of a responsibility than anything. She had gone, she had danced a little, but what Eris remembered most distinctly about last year's Prom was the fact that Invictus had gone with some kelpie boy, and she had felt a simmering annoyance throughout the night. In fact, if she remembered correctly her own date had ditched her for another man, something she had been a little disgruntled about -- not so much that he had left her for another man, but the fact that he had left her at all.
In the end, Prom had been quite boring. Eris found the company of the other Protectors to be highly superior to that of most anyone else, and since they hadn't gone together that year, it wasn't surprising. So, naturally, this year they had decided to go as each other's dates. And this year would be different, for that very reason.
Folding both pairs of jet-black wings against her back, the War clanswoman flicked her molten regard to her Conquest counterpart, a pleased smirk curling the corners of her lips. "Certainly~" Eris purred in response, curling one arm around Invictus'. If he was the most dressed up of any of the horsemen, than it could easily be said that the Protector of War was dressed up the least. Usually dressed in gold trinkets and blood red material far more lavish than any other War horseman, she was normally considerably overdressed for someone from the Isle of War, the long, flowing nature of her skirt not at all practical for their culture. At the very least, the addition of the metal jewelry was nothing short of shocking to most of her kin, although they had often frowned upon her stilettos. For prom, however, it seemed she had decided to take an entirely different approach -- instead of dressing up further, she had followed Invictus' cue and had taken inspiration from her own lost clan.
For one, she was completely barefoot.
Stepping into the hall, Eris' smirk broadened as her eyes traveled over the expansive room. The sound of clicking stilletos had been replaced by the soft metallic jingle of gold bangles encircling one ankle. What could only be described as an elegant version of a loincloth had replaced the skirt she normally wore, delicate gold chain connecting the two blood-red pieces of cloth at the sides of her hips. A strip of the same material served as a top to the garment as well, twisted once at the center of her chest. But it was her hair which was the most striking. Numerous thin braids littered the sorrel tresses, phoenix feathers woven in at various lengths, giving her a distinctly wild look, the almost bird-shaped leather mask only adding to this effect.
Smiling pleasantly in Shun's direction, Eris bowed low at the waist, spreading her wings a little for balance. She remembered him from her Isle... he had been pleasant then too. She liked him.(Yes, I'm basing her outfit heavily on Avatar >3>;;; )
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:18 pm
"NO OF COURSE NOT, SPARROW!" Siobhan called out to the reaper. "We have only just begun!" It was her. Her mask was ridiculous, but she looked amazing anyway. He'd much prefer to see her face, but what could he say? He gave Shun a thankful smile and nod, taking his place. He held Hel's hand, resting the other on her waist, and pulling her into a moderately paced dance. He could not hope to hide the smile on his face. He had his Hel with him. "I was worried you weren't here." He admitted with a nervous chuckle.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:18 pm
Owlen entered the room in tears.
Nobody had seen her for months.
She whispered to herself: "I am a old man now, I must find woman to love..."
And with that, she galloped away.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:25 pm
The look the zomboil was giving him was faintly unnerving. Unsettling really, his stomach was doing the sort of flipping nonsense that it sometimes did before a good fighting match. Alexander had been doing so well with his manners, that at least had been noted. And now he was just shoving food in again with wild abandon, helping to distract Yin from his possible nerves or sickness. Of course, it did mean that Yin was sorely tempted to wipe the zomboil's face off with a napkin before any bloody juices dripped onto his suit, but that action would hardly be welcome. The silent gestures toward the undead ghoul were clear enough, and he began to make his way toward her and the horsemen she was with, drawing close enough to give a small bow of greeting. "Good evening to you all," he said quietly, almost hoping that Alexander would just keep his mouch shut. Until he swallowed of course.
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