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The look of panic of the horrors of Andeon was suddenly replaced by the revulsion of what the Dragon had just suggested.

"You.... what?"

For a moment, Jericho's gaze flicked over towards the two. It was hard to see how things were going exactly but he was still relatively pissed off about the whole thing. Then, hearing Christof, he looked back towards the Igor a grimace.

"It's to go under cover man. People just standing on the dance floor are easier to pick out than those who are actually dancing. We'll be able to keep a better eye on them that way," he said before glancing towards the crowd.

Shaking his head he added, "Ok so we don't have to dance together but just try to put some moves out there. Nothing too fancy. Don't want to draw attention by going nuts."

"If... if you thay tho..." Christof swallowed, glancing to Cady a moment from where she hovered with an apologetic look. Unused to being able to give explanations, he simply gave her a polite bow before limping after the Dragon with the same troubled expression.

For Mistress.

"I'm... I... really don't know m-m-much about d-d-danthing..." He managed weakly, hovering close as he let Jericho lead the way.

"Neither do I," mumbled Jericho as he made his way to the dance floor. He did NOT want to start with the thrusting again so he just started to throw his arms into the air, along with his wings to the beat. It was really all he got to start with.

In the meantime, he was keeping the two purple demons within the corner of his eyes at the very least. He was also keeping track of how he was feeling. There was a mix of various things.. including what almost seemed like... homesick?

There was no fear though. That was a good sign.



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Hearing a thud, Shun glanced at Lizzy to see that she had slammed her head against the table again. What the hell was wrong with her?

Well at least Christof had gotten into it as well. They probably looked goofy but his dancing in general was always like that. Then again... his dancing managed to win him a dance off so it couldn't be too horrendous. As he continued to throw his arms into the air a little longer, Jericho decided to switch things up a little.

He staggered the way he tossed his arms up, and even got his legs into the mix as well. It was kinda awkward so he didn't think he was going to keep it up for long.

Andeon laughed, his entire body shaking with amusement as her words. As usual, there was no fear. No hesitation. Not even the slightest hint of apprehension as he responded to her amusement with his own. Even as her friends made their presence known. Andeon's focus was only on her, still holding her tightly as though she were some ghost that might slip away. There was a brief hint of the Aen'ryliis he remembered, a memory that flickered in her eyes and vanished like smoke on the breeze.

Oh, my lovely, he softly spoke, spinning her around like some porcelain doll. She was far less fragile, far less innocent, and yet Andeon handled Riley as though she was as harmless as could be.

Her dipped her low once more and looked her straight in the eye, and as their bodies bent nearly to the floor he whispered softly, He knows.

And then he dropped her, tentacles and claws and limbs loosening suddenly, his features twisting in a mocking wink. No explanation. No story. Nothing, but a look:



And then the mindflayer was gone, stepping away from the woman and her would-be bodyguard, off of the dance floor and weaving through the crowd.

Deacon had made it back over to the refreshment table, at this point convinced that he had probably wandered every inch of what wasn't the dance floor. He'd been there too, but not dancing. Dancing alone was too awkward. He'd look a fool to be alone.

Which he was. Forever alone.

But wait! He actually had to do a double take when he looked across the table and spotted Cady.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "Finally got a break from the DJ table, I see."

Picking up a plate, he started to select a few food stuffs. The spookies seemed to be getting a little low. Better get a few of those too. Sausage? Why the hell not?

Despite whether the ghoul was eating already or not, Deacon had intentionally put extra food on the plate to offer some to her as well, once he'd approached.

"Want any of this?" He asked casually, offering a clean fork to her. "I've been checking out some of the games and stuff. This setup is pretty sweet, don't you think?"

The picture perfect facade that Riley had cultivated so flawlessly, cracked. One could almost see the jagged edge of it cracking in her expression. She didn't even register when he pulled away, and her rear hit the floor with a solid thud. The warmth of her best friend was at her side instantly, but for the moment, all she could do was stare at Andeon's retreating form.

She wanted to ask it. She would give all the power in all of the worlds just to allow herself one moment of weakness, in order to reach out, and ask him what he meant.

But instead, she wrapped her arms around Jericho's neck, and rested her head on his shoulders affectionately. A single, private thought snaked into Andeon's thoughts, just before the crowd enveloped him.

You'll be back.

He couldn't keep a secret from her for long.