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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:09 pm
Sheridan was not especially concerned by the fire. He had after all set several fires himself, entirely by accident before he'd learned to control his ability to breathe superheated plasma. Even if he had been troubled by it, the fire seemed to have been short lived, out by the time he could have even thought to help. Instead the final glare he had been shooting at the imp softened as Tess spoke to him, the twitch of his tail suddenly turning from the irritated flick it had been only a moment before to a contented sway. Clearly whatever she had whispered to him had an immediate reaction, the smile he gave her showing the change in his mood. Oh he liked that, yes he did. "Let's go dance." His arm around her waist, he turned to lead her to the dance floor, and away from the irritations of the evening.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:12 pm
Roch choked on a meatball, croaked and died. End of story.Then coughed, looking for something to wash it down with. He grabbed a glass of smoothie from an innocent bystander (Poor Fai got his drink ganked!! Oh well, more excuse to play with the smoothie machine!) And gulped it down. Then paused, distracted by his one true love smoothie. "Jack, the scarycherry is pretty good too..." And then remembered what had just happened. Back up. Rewind. Repeat. "Danny, seriously!" he complained. "Ignore her, Amphi, she's been a brat all night." Like that was a change. But he WAS rather red faced. Poor guy. Fai kept playing with the smoothie machine, trying to figure out how it kept things in that semi frozen state for the entire party while people stole his drinks and made nice.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:13 pm
Feeling odd amongst a crowd - even at the fringe - and dancing was not how she pictured prom would be but then again she wasn't sure what to picture so she just imagined all sorts of things just not dancing.
How strange~.
His encouragement tamped down a bit of her uncertainty and awkwardness making her smile a little mirroring his mostly unseen smile, "I do not know if this is even proper, Petro," she said softly though she gave another wiggle of her waist and flailed her arms a bit more toward her side. Hopefully no one walks into her vicinity.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:14 pm
Watching the one known as Tahki fret about her dress and keep her arms out like someone in need of a tight hug, Jack eyed the dress and it's . . . punch-coloured glory now, his tail thumping against the fabric of his dress as he tried to come up with a plan.
Tapping his little friend on the head as he came to stand by the cat-king's side, Jack waltzed over to the punch bowl, skirts in one hand, and pulled out a cup, dipping it in to the bowl until he was satisifed with the drink, before walking over to Charlie and handing him the cup. "Do not drink this." He murmured down to the demon before waltzing back to the table, grabbing a bunch of napkins.
This was very hard with such a large dress, he didn't know how some women did this daily.
Grabbing some of the napkin, he went to work on the shorter gryphon, patting her down in places he felt safest with, offering up the napkin to herself, or one of her more trusted female friends to deal with whatever was going on with her um . . more personal spots - (in which Jack normally wouldn't be arsed abck, but this was prom, a very special event -) before walking back over to the fallen angel and picking up the cup from him again, nudging his head softly with a free palm, smiling softly. "Thank you."
Walking back over to Tahki, he bent down (gracefully, for he was a LADY~) grabbed the dress skirts and started pouring the liquid down the original bruise-like colour, grabbing a bit of and sprinkling it as it poured down the fabric. Slowly, the bruise of colour looked more like a cascade, and breaking open one of his glitter bombs, he went to work on making it look more like a design than a plague.
"That's the best I can do, for now. I hope it helps." He offered to her, looking around at whomever was still hovering around Tahki and himself, hoping he did more help than harm.WHOEVER ELSE IS AROUND TAHKI AAHHHH
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:21 pm
" Thank you", Heidla accepted the drink Fai was offering. " I trust your taste, so it must be good". Besides, the other Famine fellow, Kiwi, seemed to be enjoying it as well. " I don't know, since I have not tried it. What would you suggest?" she smiled to Willow. Heidla realized the ghoul had a furry cattish tail; she mused whether it was less an element of decorum than the wings all the priestesses were equipped with. So many things to learn.... She signed. Another famine alchemist came up. Heidla vaguely remembered the red dress - it seems like she saw most of the Famine horsemen at the battlefield when the forest creature was threatening their construction site. " We met", she nodded courtly. " I am Heidla, and you must be....." she paused for the name, but then her memory, trained with too much reading, came up with the right sound: "Eisheth, if I am not mistaken. Pleased to meet you here, Famine alchemist. I guess I will be learning more of your clan at this ball", she gave a small laugh. The ghoul that came up with the Famine alchemist was the one that Heidla noticed earlier; they also met a couple of days ago around the pound. " Looks like there are lots of familiar faces here"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:25 pm
Her manners where here and there; in Levi's book, having blood on herself, or possibly getting it on others, was her primary concern. She was cleaning herself- this was a good thing. Getting yourself ticked with a nail while fixing the barn back home didn't send you running inside till the job was done. Right smart idear ya'got thar, Lizzy. Think yer right. Can't be all that bad. Don't feel nearly nothin'. Gesturing toward the table, Levi moved to pick up a napkin, rubbing at her fingers. Kinda'stickin'. Hmm... ah- stuff didn't get on tha'dress none, did it?! Wriggling to see herself, Levi concluded she was at an odd angle for seeing the spot. She wiped, hoping she got it. How's it lookin'? Got it? Just reckon need ta'cover these... Fanning out her fingers, holding the blood-spotted napkin, the tatzel's tail became the answer to solve her woes. Oh! Right! Got'em gloves! Kinda'weird holding' stuff with 'em so, reckoned I'd put 'em on in'ere. No time like'tha present. Handy things ta'have, I'suppose. If ya'll ever get bleeding' n' need ta'hide tha'stains.Classy~ Retrieving the long black gloves carefully from the wound ribbons of her lengthy white tail, Levi slipped them both on, hiding all the evidence. The spot itself was healing over at least so there was a scab in place of blood flow. Sorry'bout that, screecheart. But'cha gavin' a good time 'ere so far? Back to a bright toothy grin, the tatzel's tail swayed back behind her, black glassy beads clinking around on it like bells.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:41 pm
 Mengyao's eyes followed the path that Lifen's made, eyeing her outfit with a sense of amusement. But there was an odd sort of nagging feeling at the corners of his mind, something that he could not seem to identify. He frowned a little, off put, but then quickly eased his face back into its normal, serene expression, his lips curving upwards into a smile.
"Thank you," he said, and reached a hand out, sliding his fingers across the fabric draped over Lifen's arms. "I am unused to seeing you in such attire, but of course it suits you well. You look quite..."
He trailed off, gaze flickering just slightly. "Beautiful, of course," he murmured - and then added, as though to add a bit of lightness to his abruptly serious expression, "But, then again, you always look lovely."
Straightening, Mengyao looked down at himself again and smirked, lifting his arms wide as Lifen inspected his choice of clothing. It was true that it was not his normal attire, and he felt distinctly vulnerable dressed the way he was, without the security of the layers, but there was also something quite...impressive about dressing this way - and the addition of the cane only served to make him feel more comfortable, somehow.
"Why thank you," he said, and then realized Lifen was leaning away from him. Reaching out his hand again, he snagged one of her wrists, and took a step closer, the smirk becoming more pronounced as he said, "I will always have you, remember?"
Mengyao tugged his hand, and pulled Lifen forward towards him, taking several steps backwards in the process. The cane was tucked beneath one arm as he slipped his other hand to her waist, sliding easily into dancing position, his fingers curling around hers to draw her easily into the dance.
"Shall we, then?" he asked, and grinned cheekily.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:43 pm
She was just…done. So done. Any longer with him and this was going to turn into a full out brawl that might get her kicked out of prom. The reaper reached out and slung an arm around the vampire’s shoulders. “ You know…friend….I am trying to see things your way but…” She then punched him right in the gut and pushed him away from her. “ But I can not shove my head that far up my a**.” She then stormed off, hoping to lose him in the crowd.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:45 pm
After making their way to the table, Lizzy watched as Levi cleaned herself up, nodding and flashing her a thumbs up when she managed to wipe the spot clean of blood on her first try.
"Ohh, let me check!" She nodded, darting behind the ghoul to check for any blood stains on the dress; to her relief, it seemed like there wasn't enough blood from the puncture to cause a stain of any sort, "Looks alright!" She was about to point out that they could always wash the stain off in the bathroom, but since Levi had already decided on her own strategy...
"Yes!" She beamed, tilting her head to a side as she readjusted her mask, "I danced to the happy song... Um, the Top of the World~ song, so I'm feeling very energetic at the moment!" She bounced up and down on the spot, throwing her arms up in the air happily as she showed Levi the 'dance' that she performed just now; it was pretty tiring, but surprisingly, all the movement just made her want to move around even more, "And youuu? Are you having fun?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:55 pm
Yes... Yes? He liked where this was going. She was touching him. Maybe this would be it. Maybe this would be the ghoul he got lucky with tonight.
NOPE. BAD TOUCH, BAD TOUCH!
Lou let out a grunt as he doubled over from Hel's punch, hands hugging his poor 6 pack. Damn, that ghoul knew how to hit.
And there he was once again. Left alone to his own devices. The boil looked around when he finally began to recover, reclaiming his mask and once again disappearing into the dark crevices of the room. It was time to seek out another target.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:59 pm
Christof peered out from behind the curtain. People were tending to the poor foamed girls. Well. The fire was out. His job was done. He glanced down, there was still some spray-back foam onhis suit. With an annoyed snort, he wiped himself clean, inching his way back out onto the dance floor, praying no one spotted him to yell about what he had done to those poor girl's dresses. It would wash out, right? They'd be fine. He hurried out onto the dance floor, glancing over his hunch before suddenly he nearly tripped over the exact person he was looking for. Amrita! "HUHH!" He floundered back, immediately offering her hand with an embarrassed, apologetic expression.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:17 pm
Kiwi accepted the drink from Willow, taking a moment to stare into the cup. It gave off a cold chill in his hand, and was such a bright green. ... Cherries and kiwi she had said?? ... he smiled a little at the thought of such a ridiculous thing, lifting the cup to take a sip.
The smoothie was surprisingly sweet, a bit tangy, quite actually he noticed, puckering his lips a bit at the sour taste that followed. He grinned to Willow and Fai. "This is incredible! It's both sweet and sour, smooth on the tongue, and surprisingly cold ... Fai, we should study how to develop these!"
Eisheth's voice behind him caught the boil's attention. "Glad to see you Eish," he smiled warmly giving a nod of his head to the ghoul at her side. "Nice meet you as well Meixang." He gave a sweep of his hand, inclining Willow and Heidla. "Eisheth and Meixang, this is Willow, my date. And Heidla, a priestess of Death, is Fai's date tonight."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:23 pm
Energetic? Levi could give a chuckle or two to that. 'Remember ya'last time, ghoulie! Yew got yerself a good pair'a feet on ya. The tatzel clicked a heel to this. Indeed, the demoness had danced with the cowboil last time, but Levi hadn't had the chance. At the time, she was still unable to ask to dance freely. That was just too ghoully for her. But right now- it was just her and Lizzy~ Been alright. Hadn't danced much yet. Some slow stuff is all. She didn't say with who....
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:25 pm
 Cady pressed a big red button and - nothing happened. Well, the song changed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:28 pm
"Ooh, I see, I think I get your problem." Mac leaned in close, holding his own chin as if he were figuring something out. "You're really a boy. I knew it. You're too rough to be a ghoul." Granted, he knew a lot of rough-and-tumble ghouls, it was just...way more fun to pick on them than it was to acknowledge they weren't pushovers. Not that the other types of ghouls were pushovers! Lizzy certainly had a way of knocking him down, and she was a tiny thing! Still, Mac shook his head and sighed as if it were some great tragedy.
"Maybe you should eat, too. Or, here's a thought - We're at Prom. Go Dance." He made shooing motions with his hands, looking incredibly unimpressed with the whole thing. "And hey, single boils are pretty dangerous! You got off easy with me. I'm sure there are a lot of creeps out there to take advantage of sleeping ghouls." Someone in this crowd had to be that type of boil. There was at least one in every school and, thankfully, he could acknowled that it wasn't him.
The punch she offered was stared at, his nose wrinkling like she was offering him poison.
"No thanks, s'all yours." At the mention of his ghoulfriend though, he made a side glance, looking to the spot where he'd left her. She was gone, of course. "She's, ah, doing okay! I think her friend got hurt, so she's taking care of that." He may not have taken her offered punch, but he certainly did to get a cup of his own. "It's our anniversary, actually!" A fact that he was quite proud of.Luckily for West, Needle did not notice the sheepish look. Granted, if she had, she was polite enough to not comment...because he was a stranger to her. The Demon's name rung a bell in her head, and she actually smiled as she shook his hand, perhaps a little enthusiastically for someone who was supposed to be flat stoic.
"The pleasure is all mine, West. My sister wrote to me about you! It is great to finally meet you~" Granted, the extent of the letter was I sat on him, but it was nice to put shapes and voices to names regardless of their connection to her.
"Of course I do not, but I would like to. I did wound your date after all, I imagine that is somewhat distressing." The Engraver let go of his hand to clasp both of hers in front of herself, hoping to avoid further damages on her behalf. Her head tilted thoughtfully, her lips pursing to bite back a curious hum. "Normally I condone an eye for an eye so to speak, but I am uncomfortable with allowing you to injure my date." Quite a situation! "Oh, but I am quite the tattoo artist! If you should ever want one, I would be happy to do it for free~" All of her tattoos done outside of school were for free, but she didn't quite feel like telling him that.Amrita was still stalking Christof. However, it was somewhat hard to stalk someone when you lost them in the crowd. How did she keep doing that, anyway!? He was a hulking Igor! That shouldn't make him a ninja! Perhaps it was a side hobby, Ninja. The Vetala amused herself with the thought, which ended up distracting her from her search-stalking. Of course, that is when things usually tended to happen, and this time was no different.
"Euagh!" She squeaked out as something rather large hit her, making her lose her footing and tumble to the ground in a mass of fabrics. Her unhappy look faded when she realized who had run into her, turning instead into a sheepish grin.
"W-well, that's, uh, one way to find you." The ghoul giggled despite herself, taking his hand and accepting his help up. Once righted and back on her feet she released his hand, fixing her dress and dusting herself off. Thankfully, the motion also let loose some of the glitter that Remi had sprinkled all over her, kind of making her sparkle as a side effect.
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