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Yes, West thought she was pretty. He had other related thoughts about her physical appearance that were thoroughly less innocent, but pretty would do for public consumption.

Like the spontaneous grins that occasionally infected her face when she saw him, West secretly thrilled at her reaction to his accidental compliment. He conveniently ignored her twittering tail and faint flush as he leaned to one side and frowned at the shallow puncture in her side. It was no worse than some of the injuries he had given her when they sparred, but he hadn't given her this one, now had he? Still, everything seemed to be in working order.

He didn't miss her suggestion, and though he could have feigned ignorance and ignored that too, he didn't. West took note of the fact that this song was faster than the one they had already danced to. The subject matter was also of interest. "This? Y'wanna dance some more?" He should have had a problem with it, but now that he had the whole training excuse anything was possible.

Amphi almost missed the comment about pretty little things lying around but decided not to ask since well...There was glitter to be had. Oh she watched her pyromancer friend pull two sphere's out, watch as they shot up and exploded much like he had done just earlier.

And now everyone was sparkly.

Cue all of the emotion_kirakira

"Oh...OH!" She spun around False and then Thana as the sparkles fell and clapped her hand. "Such a wonderful accessory I have acquired from this!" Amphi swore she was almost like a pixie covered in pixie dust! Less terrifying though, not as sharp of teeth. "Thank you False!" She beamed up at the Pyromancer, and then to Thana. "Oh...Oh but...Will you need help getting it out Thana? I can try to get it out for you? If you show me..." She seemed worried.....and her worried transferred over to the small conquest horsemen and had her fluttering her hands at him.

"Oh..Oh no its not a curse or a hex Noble one!" She didn't still know how quite yet to address the horsemen and decided properness would be alright. "It's harmless! I think!" She added, reaching over to brush it off his shoulder. "I am pretty sure it is..."

Her head turned to look at Danny as she mention Roch and frowned, hand dropping from the horsemen. "Ah....Well we were dancing and he had said that he didn't want to take anymore of my time. Then disappeared in the crowd. I think he might've gone outside but....he disappeared so fast I didn't see." She shifted again, "I'm sorry Danny...."

QQQQQQQQQQ SORRY SHE IS NO HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

"I see", Eisheth remained silent for a moment. "We just see this differently. Don't get the wrong idea, please: we are horsemen, not halloweeners, don't treat us that much similar to your kin. We're coming from entirely different background", she glanced at the Death priestess waiting for her reaction.

"In my clan everyone was judged by their usefulness. If you are not useful, you are not needed. We think quite high of ourselves, but we work hard to be able to. Do you really think all life is precious when you kill a fly, or step on the grass, and damage it? We aren't really... sentimental. That's what we are, sorry if that disappoints your expectations".

The alchemist sighed. She really didn't want to upset Mei, and she really liked the ghoul. But it wouldn't be fair to her to act and pretend to be what you are not, in the first place. Every fake will be uncovered, it's just a matter of time, so Eisheth preferred to set the things straight.

Danny frowned. Uh oh. If he left Amphi, there were only two options. Either he left to get more food, or he left because he felt awkward with her. Somehow, she didn't think it was the first one.

She looked back up and noticed Amphi was frowning. AW. AMPHI. AMPHI NO.

Squealing, Danny wrapped the ghoul in a hug, which was probably far too affectionate for the other boils' eyes.



"Thanks Amphi, I'll go find him!" she said, finally letting the ghoul go. "Bye guys I'll see you later!" ESPECIALLY YOU SHARPIE 'CAUSE YOU JUST THE CUTEST WITTLE-

With that, Danny was off, running around the dance floor, and finally out the doors. DETECTIVE DANNY WAS ON THE CASE.

Sure he was depressed, Roch thought, but there was something MOAR IMPORTANT right in front of him, and he hadn't realized it until after the horseman's strange comment about close family. He had his dad's trench coat! And, the punk thought as he sat there, ransacking the pockets, the old geezer hadn't remembered to clean out the pockets.

So there he sat in the grass, a trench coat laid out in front of him, an unlit cighoulette between his lips (that kept threatening to fall) and several strange items in his hands, which he was examining with the lighter his dad had left behind.

"For a good time... call..." he read off of a small purple card. "Ewwww, jack I didn't need to see that!" he said--although he sounded like a little kid. "What else does he got?"

Vaith was getting pretty tired and sitting on one of the chairs provided by the refreshments table. He leaned against it, briedly closing his eyes. With all this music, dancing and couple-y things going on everywhere, he was getting sleepy. He mainly wanted to retreat to his room but even Vaith realized the stupidity of that, since prom only happened once a year.

All this couple-y things made him want to .. Oh god, what did his eyes just see in the corner. His head snapped back up, catching sight of Xiu grabbing punch. Oh. Xiu. Pausing to grab a snack on the way and chowing it down at a lightning speed swallow, a hand carefully patted Xiu's prom hairstyle, avoiding messing anything up.

"Hey there moonshine, you care for a friendly dance?"

"Hey, hey, I'm the one ransacking it!" Roch said, jerking the coat away from her. "This is my dad's. He loaned it to me for prom." Although it'd be funny if she burnt his dad's pack. But nah, this was his toy! No sharing!

"Why'd you come out here, anyway?" he asked.

Heidla was mildly curious to listen about the ghoul's time on the Isle of Death. "Good you rather enjoyed your staying there", she tried not to overemphasize the "rather", as she was not sure if anyone could enjoy staying on their isle. You had to understand it in order to appreciate it, and she really doubted Halloweeners' abilities to capture the beauty of the Clans homes.

Jewelcrafting, huh? An old and important craft... Isn't Pich somewhere around, she wondered? He could have had his word in this discussion - not that she knew a lot about jewel-work after all. She smiled politely to the Famine alchemist: "I do not know the secrets of their trade, of course, though I can confirm the importance that jewelcrafters play in our life, for their stonework and fearwork both. I am afraid I cannot tell you more about it, unless you want to know the history of the trade or some of the patterns that we have used throughout the centuries. She knew she sounded a bit out of place, but, well, should she care? Her mood was slightly shifting to the brooding and unsociable type.

She listened impassively to the discussion of the importance of dwarves, and was not impressed at all. She couldn't care less, though in her own peculiar way she sympathized with the creature - as here, in Amityville, she learned to sympathize with others, but after all, wasn't she curious enough a couple of minutes ago to go and investigate the story? Still, she felt obliged to support fellow clanswoman. "We are. Different. From you. Although personally I do happen to like your kind, we are different. And we happen to judge beings according to their usefulness, although that depends on your inner hierarchy", she glanced at the alchemist, "and your personal preferences. Say, I would never strike a seal, just because I like them. And their usefulness for me is based on the sole fact of them being seals", she shrugged her shoulders.

"And though I do understand your feelings - I get it that every existence is unique and important - I must also admit, that we see it differently. And we are less scared of death. Or probably, that's what any death priestess would say".