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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 6:52 pm
Firebird Night "..." His expression, what could be seen of it, showed a small acknowledgement, as if he appreciated that she'd taken that first move.
Her partner, in this case, seemed to be reasonably adept at the job of handling how they moved. They glided about the dance floor, and he adjusted the complexity of the pattern as they went. Although she didn't seem heavily practiced, she had a natural physicality that seemed like it meshed well with his style. "You could," he said quietly. There wasn't any rule against that, as far as he knew.
[ Can we take this to the Mind Theater, or resume later? I need to go for now. ]
The look hadn't gone unnoticed, though she had quite possibly gotten distracted from it at the glimpse of his eyes on the other side of that mask. Her own mask did well to cover her eyes, which one might think was an advantage... when really it wasn't, her own vision was blurred enough that she couldn't immediately recognize those eyes. "Alright." That made things more fun anyway.
The young woman allowed herself a moment of silence, to simply enjoying the movements, and perhaps find a touch of amusement in the change of pace and complexity that she enthusiastically followed. Well practiced? No. Easy to adapt? Very much so.
After a rather intricate sequence of steps, she hummed softly. "Favorite animal?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 9:41 pm
The Masked Sass ( How could I refuse? )
The look hadn't gone unnoticed, though she had quite possibly gotten distracted from it at the glimpse of his eyes on the other side of that mask. Her own mask did well to cover her eyes, which one might think was an advantage... when really it wasn't, her own vision was blurred enough that she couldn't immediately recognize those eyes. "Alright." That made things more fun anyway.
The young woman allowed herself a moment of silence, to simply enjoying the movements, and perhaps find a touch of amusement in the change of pace and complexity that she enthusiastically followed. Well practiced? No. Easy to adapt? Very much so.
After a rather intricate sequence of steps, she hummed softly. "Favorite animal?" [ Glad you didn't. ] For his own part, he wondered briefly if she'd caught that split-second moment of distraction -- and put it out of his mind, focusing on the dance instead. He was a confident and skilled partner, though as dance drifted onward, some of the strength and solidity that seemed to be part of his initial movement melted away into careful fluidity instead. "... Hard to say," he answered. "Mostly small ones." There was a long pause in the conversation as he provided steps to improvise, which she seemed to him to meet with athletic grace. "Favorite hobby?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 11:56 am
Firebird Night [ Glad you didn't. ] For his own part, he wondered briefly if she'd caught that split-second moment of distraction -- and put it out of his mind, focusing on the dance instead. He was a confident and skilled partner, though as dance drifted onward, some of the strength and solidity that seemed to be part of his initial movement melted away into careful fluidity instead. "... Hard to say," he answered. "Mostly small ones." There was a long pause in the conversation as he provided steps to improvise, which she seemed to him to meet with athletic grace. "Favorite hobby?"
Again, she couldn't help the small grin as the pace was once again set and she shifted ever so slightly to match it. "You're a skilled dancer." Obvious statement was obvious. But it made the female wonder how much more he could do, and in what range did his dancing skills stretched. Her's certainly didn't lie in the slow steps they were doing, but...
Spinning slowly back into him, she perhaps lingered a little more closer then necessary-- judging, and a curious smile on her lips. "Are you skilled in other types of ballroom dance?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:22 pm
The Masked Sass She quirked a brow lightly at the half-answer, but didn't press the matter...for now, as she pondered his counter question. She had a lot of hobbies, but did she have a favorite? "Games. I like games." A broad enough answer to cover most grounds.
Again, she couldn't help the small grin as the pace was once again set and she shifted ever so slightly to match it. "You're a skilled dancer." Obvious statement was obvious. But it made the female wonder how much more he could do, and in what range did his dancing skills stretched. Her's certainly didn't lie in the slow steps they were doing, but...
Spinning slowly back into him, she perhaps lingered a little more closer then necessary-- judging, and a curious smile on her lips. "Are you skilled in other types of ballroom dance?"
"Thank you." There was a brief hesitation as the hooded figure seemed to debate the answer, her proximity suddenly much closer and clearly, deliberately so. His answer was carefully chosen and to the point. "Just European. My Latin needs work." Something was left open in that last sentence, though what exactly it was was left unclear. There was another lull in the question-and-answer game as he concentrated briefly on a particularly tricky sequence. "Favorite season?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 3:51 pm
Firebird Night Her answer to his question did not seem to surprise him; he simply accepted it with a nod, though he seemed to weigh it briefly before responding to the compliment.
"Thank you." There was a brief hesitation as the hooded figure seemed to debate the answer, her proximity suddenly much closer and clearly, deliberately so. His answer was carefully chosen and to the point. "Just European. My Latin needs work." Something was left open in that last sentence, though what exactly it was was left unclear. There was another lull in the question-and-answer game as he concentrated briefly on a particularly tricky sequence. "Favorite season?"
She finally fell back into a more respectable distance with the masked gentleman, perhaps the smallest amount of liveliness added to her movement. Her answer came quickly after, as it was a question that she didn't need to think about. "Summer. Though Fall is definitely a close second." It took longer for her to come up with a new question, and the dancing did well to help fill the silence until she did. "One word to describe yourself?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:59 pm
The Masked Sass "Ah... the international standard?" The masked female held that closeness for a little longer, and that small smile on her face no doubt indicated that she had captured something of interest in the way he had responded. "I might offer to help with that, but..." While it was known for it's faster pace, it was also very much known to be on the more sensual side. "That requires a degree of credence in your partner, which I doubt you might find easy to give to a masked woman." Although that wasn't to say she would freely give those lessons out to anyone to begin with... teasing was always fun though.
She finally fell back into a more respectable distance with the masked gentleman, perhaps the smallest amount of liveliness added to her movement. Her answer came quickly after, as it was a question that she didn't need to think about. "Summer. Though Fall is definitely a close second." It took longer for her to come up with a new question, and the dancing did well to help fill the silence until she did. "One word to describe yourself?"
"Or you, to a masked man?" Yet another gap left where an unspoken comment hung in the balance. This one implied something about his current partner's possible taste for danger.
He registered her answer with a nod, seeming to reinvolve himself in the dance until she spoke again. It took nearly as long for his answer to come, as it did for her question to form. "Unfinished," he said, finally, and turned the question back on her. "And you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 5:35 pm
Firebird Night Games within games ... just how many levels was she playing at? For that matter, how many was he hiding, under that stoic façade?
"Or you, to a masked man?" Yet another gap left where an unspoken comment hung in the balance. This one implied something about his current partner's possible taste for danger.
He registered her answer with a nod, seeming to reinvolve himself in the dance until she spoke again. It took nearly as long for his answer to come, as it did for her question to form. "Unfinished," he said, finally, and turned the question back on her. "And you?"
"Hm... abysmal?" She almost wasn't sure if that was a good word to use for herself or not, though it certainly wasn't a lie. "What's your favorite color?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:07 pm
The Masked Sass She laughed lightly, and would have wagged a finger teasingly at him if it not for the fact both hands were very much occupied with their proper placement in their dance. "Ah. That is two questions, Sir." Even if the first really wasn't. "As it lies, if that masked man were of someone of significance..." It was her turn to trail off. But really, while she had her heavy suspicions, it was still debatable if the person under that mask was whom she thought it was. And his answer to her question didn't give her enough of a clue to assume. A tricky game indeed.
"Hm... abysmal?" She almost wasn't sure if that was a good word to use for herself or not, though it certainly wasn't a lie. "What's your favorite color?"
There was no hesitation in his answer, delivered in that low baritone he'd been using all night. "Blue." But the counter-question, delivered in that same flat, uninflected voice, might have sounded just a little odd to anyone else who was listening. Fortunately the music covered it. "Rock, paper, or scissors?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 7:44 pm
Firebird Night "..." was his silent response to her choice of word, though perhaps a real response showed more in the tempo of the dance, which slowed slightly, before he deliberately reset it to its previous pace.
There was no hesitation in his answer, delivered in that low baritone he'd been using all night. "Blue." But the counter-question, delivered in that same flat, uninflected voice, might have sounded just a little odd to anyone else who was listening. Fortunately the music covered it. "Rock, paper, or scissors?"
That uncertainty that had been there before was certainly gone now. In fact, the question, that made sense to no one but her, very well nearly brought peels of quiet laughter from the masked female who gripped his arm and hand tightly simply to keep herself upright in her mirth. "Inanities, huh?" Oh this game was fun.
Once the soft giggles had for the most part-- subsided, she gave that all-too-innocent smile. "Definitely significant..." She hummed softly, "...and of preference." There was the smallest pause as she considered the song the orchestra was playing, and determined how much more time she had him to herself-- "I have one more question." She smiled sheepishly, "Can I have the next dance as well?" Selfish? Oh yes.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 8:41 pm
The Masked Sass
That uncertainty that had been there before was certainly gone now. In fact, the question, that made sense to no one but her, very well nearly brought peels of quiet laughter from the masked female who gripped his arm and hand tightly simply to keep herself upright in her mirth. "Inanities, huh?" Oh this game was fun.
Once the soft giggles had for the most part-- subsided, she gave that all-too-innocent smile. "Definitely significant..." She hummed softly, "...and of preference." There was the smallest pause as she considered the song the orchestra was playing, and determined how much more time she had him to herself-- "I have one more question." She smiled sheepishly, "Can I have the next dance as well?" Selfish? Oh yes.
At her question, he leaned over to whisper in her ear, pulling away afterwards with the barest hint of a smirk, and waited for her reaction.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 9:17 pm
Firebird Night "Impulse control. You lose more fights that way," he murmured softly, in that same flat, low baritone, with a pointed look down at the hand being crushed by hers. "Rock, then." He extricated his hand and wrapped back it around hers in a gesture all too reminiscent of "paper".
At her question, he leaned over to whisper in her ear, pulling away afterwards with the barest hint of a smirk, and waited for her reaction.
Yeah, the two were playing rock, paper, scissors in the middle of the dance floor. How romantic.
Then sputtered incoherently at the whispered comment. How had she not seen that coming? She was torn between laughing again and turning on her heel and walking right out of that room in exasperation. Instead... "How much?" She grinned.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 11:47 am
The Masked Sass While half of her face might have been concealed, the confusion was still very much apparent at the mention of control---- yeah, she knew she had none. Still, her eyes(or rather, mask) followed the look to their hands and she stared blankly for a moment before shooting a temperamental look at him through both their masks. "It's not losing if you cheated!" He couldn't just smoothly cover her rock with a piece of paper after it was already dealt!
Yeah, the two were playing rock, paper, scissors in the middle of the dance floor. How romantic.
Then sputtered incoherently at the whispered comment. How had she not seen that coming? She was torn between laughing again and turning on her heel and walking right out of that room in exasperation. Instead... "How much?" She grinned. He chuckled softly, as if her small fit of pique entertained him. "It was a question, nothing more, and an inference about your preference," he said pointedly. The game he was playing was not quite the rock-paper-scissors she thought. Letting her sputter, he continued the dance fluidly, as if nothing at all were amiss, until she calmed down enough to fire back. "I'll put it on your tab," he murmured. "You can pay in installments." And he swept her back into the crowd of dancers.
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