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Yamashii rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 2:07 am
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Yamashii rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 2:08 am
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Quote: It's Time to DANCE!!IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS! Troll Competing: Cerpin Sugall (disguised as Mickey Yensid) Total Points: 5 + 5 + 5 + 3 (600+ words) = 18
He danced through the boardwalk, he danced through the street. Nothing could stop his dancing feet! Cerpin had woken up in a wonderful mood and started towards 'Time to Dance' with a lot of pep in his step. Somewhere along the way though, he'd gotten lost heading to the booth. Cerpin spent a long time running around in confusion trying to figure out where his debut was. Seriously, what the hell was going on? But eventually he found the right place, locating it by the loud music playing follow by the violent sounds of dummies getting whacked around. There was a flurry of activity once he arrived and he was pushed into a changing booth as a pair of arms shoved various straps of clothing inside before realizing he was a little young for some of them. Tamer options were dropped in but they still had the same amount of sass, pizzazz and heat.
Cerpin was pumped. He had been born to do this. Adjusting the skimpy outfit he'd been shuffled into, the purpleblood wondered if he could take pieces of it home. He was kinda into the chaps. Cerpin smeared some more body glittered on the left side of his face. His bangs covered too much of his right. The other competitors went out first and he took a breath to collect himself. They were NOTHING. Music was like his second most favorite passion after space! The troll before him finished and he stepped out from behind the curtain to face his destiny.
"Are we ready to ROCK AND ROLL?" Leaping into the spot light, Cerpin struck a power pose with his feet planted apart and booth of his hands raised and pointed straight at the audience. He lived for the roar of the crowd and the energy they were feeding him! He was going to blow their freaking minds. He couldn't wait to do this with a guitar strapped to his body in some impossibly tight pants on the smoldering stage of his own nightclub. Or maybe even up in outer space, broadcasting across the universe!
"Get up on your feet! I want to see everyone up with me!" A slight nod to the left queued the music and Cerpin let loose and went absolutely wild. He popped and locked, he dropped into some windmills, Cerpin even started twerking at one point.
There was nothing he wouldn't freaking do to win!
"Ha! Take that- Boom!" He whirled a leg around before using the momentum to slam it into the side of a dummy. His form wasn't perfect but his passion was full marks. Stepping back, he swayed for a moment while regaining balance before setting up for another hit. Cerpin was grateful for some of the training he'd gotten back in the swamp. It was clear to him that his stamina was improving in all physical tasks, even if it was a slow increase.
It was time for the grand finale. Cerpin motioned to the crowd to cheer and he took a few steps back until he was at one end of the stage, opposite from the dummies. Taking a breath in, he glanced out to the crowd, about to let out some kind of cocky wisecrack or other flirtation.
Wait, that was his color. Uncomfortable, tense but focused eyes peered up at him from the mass of trolls. Watching quietly in her own way, she was there. She'd come to see what he could do. His eyes widened in a moment of sincere surprise and vulnerability before an excited and confident gleam sharpened them.
"This one's-" He stretched his limbs out before leaping and propelling himself forward, "For you, Vee!" Putting his hands on the ground, Cerpin began a series of somewhat clumsy but barely decent flips forward, aimed straight at the dummy. For his final leap, he flung himself as high as he could in the air.
"FFFF-" Once he was in the air descending back down towards the dummy, it was clear he was not going to stick this landing. Cerpin was not a trained gymnast, he was just a punk taking lessons from the swamp's resident knight. Crashing down onto the dummy, the purpleblood let out a groan as he essentially destroyed it, taking it down with him. Fantastic dancing and extreme violence, what more could you ask for out of a dance battle? Besides enough restraint to ensure the dancer survived as well, that is.
Well, at least they'd remember him, he supposed.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 2:27 am
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They still spent most of their time fairly quiet around each other but Cerpin hadn't been able to hide his excitement over the weird dance booth choosing him for some kind of Showdown. She didn't understand the desire to go up on stage and writhe around but it was clear that this was important to him. Even though she was still peeved at her partner (especially after the incident at the queen's booth) Tevini felt it would be wrong to not go and show her support.
She knew it pained him to have to go up in disguise and not get the proper recognition for his stardom. No one else would be here to cheer him on. No one else knew it was him. Sure the rebels were slowly learning about their fake personas for their disguises but Bloodfest was no longer about meandering around and having fun. It was about keeping an eye on what was going on in Alternia. This event was to be a brief detour for them and then it was back to spying.
After many other performers, it was finally his turn and Tevini felt her stomach tense. She was scared for him. What if he messed up? The cheers from the crowd around her did little to boost her confidence but all she could do was watch. So watch, she did.
No one could say he didn't know how to work the music. Impressed at his coordination and musicality, she bit her lip and regretted some of her past words. She still didn't find dancing a particularly useful skill on its own but if he could fight with this ferocity and skill then he was light years ahead of her. Unfortunately his attack on the dummy didn't go as smoothly but it seemed decent enough. Until he noticed her. Their eyes met and she swallowed in surprise, not having meant for him to spot her. It was clear he didn't expect to see her either. With his usual swagger he recovered and shouted out a message for her- that idiot! They couldn't risk anyone noticing anything weird! The very blueblood who'd captured her was running this very booth!
And yet he was dazzling.
Flustered from him calling out her nickname coupled with an incredible leap, time slowed down. Her voice called out in a cheer despite herself, wanting so desperately for him to have his moment of glory. They'd had a terrible winter so far and if this was how it felt to start making it somehow, she wanted him to revel in it.
"You can do it!" They were words she struggled to say to herself but when passing them to someone else it felt easier. Perhaps that was the secret? Soaring with him, she raised a hand in the air like the many trolls around her. And then he went crashing down! The dummy was destroyed, though it looked like so was Cerpin's spine! Horrified, Tevini wanted to freeze and yet her body moved out of her control, pushing through the crowd despite her timid temperament. Was he okay? She had to get him before he started bleeding or was taken away! Frantic, she slipped backstage and waited for him to finish with the blueblood, ready to swoop in at the first sign of trouble.
Yamashii i don't expect this interaction to get rped out further, just wanted to fill her reaction post for you!
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 3:44 pm
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 8-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 4:02 pm
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DraconicFeline rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 4:03 pm
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Quote: It's Time to DANCE!!IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS! Troll Competing: Keionx Rutace Total Points: 7+3 = 10
The first order of business, of course, was getting herself dressed up. Backstage, there was a surprising array of... stuff. Costumes. It reminded her a lot of last year's Bloodfest... though, hopefully with less... throwing up on stage. She couldn't throw up on stage – her brother was counting on her. And, even if he wasn't – he was so independent these days – she had honor to defend! Rutace honor!
Heatedly, she picked out a costume – all flowing capes and shimmering armor. Glittering metallic scalemail arranged like a bathing suit. Not quite a chainmail bikini, but for a heroic, sexy entrance it would have to do. A half skirt, in a striking storm-grey, accented it, revealing enough to be sexy without destroying the integrity of the armor. Snappy black boots went with long orange stockings, calf high, showing off her legs.
Oh wow. She had legs. Keionx usually didn't show them off so much, and she felt a little... well, embarrassed. But at least she wasn't a wolf thing this time.
A rhinestone littered belt held her scabbard, and her sword – that trusty companion – was with her at her side. It bore her symbol to an extent, yes, but that could be easily ignored as a motif.
Ah! Right! Her symbol – she wrapped the Xionek scarf around her face, hiding her identity, and looked down at her chest. Ah. Yes. Xionek, as a persona, identified as neuter gender, and Keionx's figure could conflict with things... Should she do something about this?
She thought for a moment, and then decided it was fine. She put on her cape and looked at herself in the mirror, masked and garbed as she was.
Yes. It was fine.
She was called up to the stage to suitably heroic music, feeling her bloodpusher soar with anticipation. This was her chance, her turn to be heroic, to defend her honor, to be the sort of respected hero she had wished she could be, if only for one night...
And then she saw the crowd.
Oh gog, the crowd.
That Bloodfest, all that time ago (and yet not so long ago at all) came back to her in a horrible, chill rush. The crowds then. The booing. The sickness in her stomach. The surge of them, all after her.
Beastdad.
She sought him out in the audience and was relieved to see that he wasn't there. He was back in the swamp, still moving all of Keionx's things into safe storage and tending to them until she could carve out someplace more suitable for herself than soggy swampwood huts. Possibly also cooking for their return.
She wasn't sure if that made things better or worse, but she began to dance anyway. She started with an opening pose, sweeping the stage with her cloak and twirling, letting the whole audience witness her sparkling raiment. She was powerful, she thought, strong, and graceful... she knew these things.
So why did her feet feel like lead? Why did every face in the audience make her want to bolt from the stage in fear? She wanted an audience, longed for it, so why wasn't she happy now?
Her uncertainty made her falter, but she made an attempt to redeem it – At a resounding cresciendo in the music, she flourished her sword... and cut the practice dummy in half. For a moment, as she withdrew into a guard pose, she was pleased with herself... and then she heard the laughter.
She stared, owl-eyed, into the crowd. Apparently, she wasn't supposed to do that to the dummy. It was the only one there, after all. It needed to be intact. And it didn't have enough flourish. Not enough pizzazz.
Keionx didn't understand the criticism, but knew what she had to do;
She made her final bow and left the stage, sheathing her sword. In the future, she thought, she might just stick to hero-ing, and not try to dossy it up with dance... Honor or no.
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Micillia generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 9:06 pm
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 It's Time to DANCE!!IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS!
Keionx 10 (1)
Cerpin: 18
Elidae: 24
Etsali: 7
Arniva: 10 (2)
Sascha: 9
Lutrin: 3
First Place!
"Elidae Bonbon!" Chiara announced to the crowd, who all clapped and cheered the yelloblood on. "With that dazzling display you get this contract to fame and fortune! Are you ready to be a star?!" The blueblood said into the microphone. She already had the contract and a pen ready, it was way better to get the dancers to sigh the contract while they were enjoying the fame. Also Chiara wanted to use all the momentum she could get to manipulate Elidae into signing her body over.
Second Place!
"In second we have Mickey Yensid!!" Chiara cheered as the kid came back onto the stage. "This kid really showed his stuff out there tonight! Give him a hand ladies and gentlemen! Your looking at our next child star! What do you say Mickey?!" The blueblood winked at the kid and held out the contract. "You ready to be a star?!"
Third Place!
"This is a tough-y guys! Two trolls really showed their stuff, but who is taking the final contract?!" The blueblood said. "So this is it trolls, you guys decide, cheer on who you think did better! GO" The audience screamed loud for each dancer, but it sounded like one was liked just a little more. "ARNIVA!!! YOU ARE THE THIRD DINNER OF THE NIGHT!!! How does it feel to have just danced your way to fame?!" Chiara secretly sighed in relief, she did NOT want to have to deal with that crazy orangeblood, and besides, Arniva was her friend. Win win for her all around.
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Micillia rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 9:21 pm
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 3:43 am
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Second place? He could hardly believe it. Cerpin accepted his place graciously with a cheeky smile but internally he was boiling inside. How could he lose? Shifty eyes glanced in the direction of the enemy. One adorable and flustered Elidae Bonbon. The highblood had to admit- she was pretty cute. But that didn't make him feel any better about the situation. He was supposed to be the best at everything! Something cut through the dull buzz of the crowd and caught his attention.
"You ready to be a star?!" Could the blueblood's smile get any bigger? That had to be the most teeth he'd seen in a while. Chiara just looked dangerous somehow... Tevini had talked about her after the horrors of the swamp relocation. But sometimes, you had to make allies with your enemies to get ahead. Chiara was scary as s**t, sure, but she was also incredibly smart and theoretically useful. Getting close to her might give him an in for information about the Royalists and the military. Taking the contract from her hands, 'Mickey' looked it over. This was a huge risk- he was a part of the rebellion and drones were already sniffing around his hive. But the temptation was hard to resist. What if somehow... becoming a celebrity could help the Phoenix Initiative?
He wasn't stupid. Cerpin knew something strange was happening around Odette, the redblooded officer he'd seen at the Cinderglow evening. The Royalists were probably watching her every movement now that she had 'reformed'. But maybe, just maybe, he could try a little spying of his own. He'd start with Chiara. After all, how hard could it be for a talented young budding musician like him to play dance battler for a few months? With the athletic training he was receiving from Keionx, he hoped his body could stand up to the challenge. Determined, the 'yellowblood' scrawled a pen across the paper.
"I'm more than ready- Alternia, watch out! Watch me!" His fist rose to the sky in a triumphant pose full of drama. Tevini wouldn't like this one bit but... she'd understand eventually. She'd come around.
Micillia Mickey Yensid signs the contract!! idk what that entails but I'll bother you about it on skype!
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