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Dinah smiled at Maru and then Siren before walking towards the door, her hair was being blown slightly to the left by the wind and so her fringe covered part of her eyes. She brushed it from her eyes with a nail like claw, and walked through the doors into the dance hall, the place was lavishly decorated for Halloween and there was many arrays of costumed students, but as far as she could tell Siren was the only Siren and she was the only white tiger, it helped Dinah feel a little more confident and a little less hyper but only just...

"Wow it looks great..."

She turned and stood relatively near the door waiting for Siren and Maru;though her mismatched eyes where wondering around the hall looking at everyone and everything...

With a little sigh she watched Celestial walk away, somthing told her that if she followed she would just end up hurting her somehow. It would be better keep her distance for a little while, let her friend build up strength.
Turning around she let the silvery matierial for her dress follow her smoothly. Even if Galea was worried the slight glow of the 'fireflies' in the dress never faded, they just glinted quietly as she walked looking at the crowd of happy dancers. It really was a wonderful place tonight, even the decorations weren't over done.As she scanned the room a familliar figure caught her eye. Her brown eyes shone slightly as she began to walk towards Taqune.
A few strands of hair brushed into her eyes as her simply put up hair bounced as she walked.

Looking up at his warm face she couldn't help but smile. She stroked his hair affectionatly, her large brown eyes giving him all her attention,"It's nice to see you here. Have you been waiting long?" The night had just started but it was going to be so much shorter now that they were togeather. Did Taqune know how do dance, could she dance with a partner that wasn't a teacher. Her question would be answered soon enough, they were jsut talking now.

Nodding cheerily,"Don't worry everyone can dance, it's one of the only things I can barley do" taking his hand and walking to the edge of the dance floor. She looked up at him, flushing slightly. Galea really hoped she didn't end up falling over or missing the beat compleatly. Keeping her hand in his and placeing the other on his shoulder she waited for him to start moving,"I've never dance with a real partener before, it will be the first time for both of us." Laughing quietly she looked up at him, staring into his green eyes that shone.

She giggle quietly while she follwed Taqune's lead,"Your wonderful Taqune. You must have been a dancer in a past life." Step bye step Galea followed, all through her child hood she was taught to dance. Though she never really used the skill, her class was suposed to know how to be perfect on a dance floor. Taqune was amazing, Galea had to use most of her skills to keep in pace with him. It felt so free to be able to do this, nothing seemed to be wrong with the world as they twirled around and around, her eyes never left his. Soon the music slowed and the song changed, she found that she had consumed herself in the moment. It felt like only a few seconds had gone bye but really it had been minuts.

Feeling his hands on her hips Galea smiled up at him, wraping her own arms around his neck. Looking up into his eyes she couldn't help but be happy. When ever she was around him Galea felt all these wonderful feelings rush into her, nothing was more perfect than when they were togeather,"Taqune, I love you." Under her dress Galea had latched her tail down around her wiast, as she had customarily done in formals like this. If it was free it would be twiching happily at the moment.

Seeing his reaction Galea smile grew as she looked up at him beeming. Everything was perfect,"Your right, even this place seems to have somthing in the air. It just seems meant to be." with a happy sigh Galea rested her head on his shoulder, listening to the beat of his heart. The music continued to play, seeming to follow the tone of his heart. Nothing could make this any better, she truly loved him.

Oliver smiled, he is glad that Makie was having fun. If she wasn't having fun then he wasn't, if she is having fun then he is having fun. Oliver doesn't want to feel like selfish person but he doesn't want to make it seem like it was serious. If you take selfish seriously then, to him, you are acting selfish. Everyone has been selfish at one point, even if you are a sweetheart, you're still selfish. Its one of those habbits that you can't break, even if you tried so hard. Its still there.

At this point he started to dance faster, trying to catch up on Makie's graceful moves, he wanted to proove himself a worthy dancer even though he learned just last night. Thats when he remembered that Ai was here, he moved more in the beats of the music and swiftly laid his eyes over at the punch table. He couuld only see Misty, whom was about to leave. But where was his sister? Where was Ai? He questioned this in his mind and then swifty shook his head, telling himself not to worry about it. This was Makies night, he has to remember that.

"This is super!" he said in his normal french accent as placed his arms in the air, swaying them back and forth, then all round as the beats of song felt like they were trampling around the dance floor as well as ripping out Oliver's ears. But he didn't care, as long as he was having fun. He felt like he was dancing in the street.

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Ai walked through the entrance of the dance floor from the Haunted house, the music continued to bounce around the walls and tear the ears of the dancers. But Ai had a straight emotionless face, it seemed like she was another person, that she was no longer Ai anymore. That was half true, since she is called to go back to the government that means she has to follow her codename strictly. Her code name is Hexen. Which means witch.

"....." her face didn't change, although its not as cold as Feena's emotionless face, she still had her sweet warmth, she just has to take her job seriously. She was no longer wearing her ballerina gown, nor a crown, nor fishnet. She was wearing neatly ironed pants, a black collared shirt with an uperranked army jacket. On the shoulders was a stitched angel wing sign, the sign of the holy mitary and government.

On her hips were guns, special guns that only high ranked slayers can get. The guns were the gospel. A gun that specially cuts through those who are sinners or unholy. It can also drive the evil out of ones body. But she has to be careful where she aims. Her long lavender hair was cliped back. Soon, her enchanting lavender eyes found Mistry walking over to where she was.

" Misty..." she whispered to herself.