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The halls of Foresta lay still and silent, but I am still here |
Ancient Tree
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Post by Turtlus on Feb 20, 2017 0:54:48 GMT -5
The thought that this girl believed her primitive meat-maggot weapon could even hurt his feelings set Knell into a fit of laughter. It was not everyday that someone threatened to shoot a god with a stick, so he had to give the pathetic little thing credit for originality. Although her true saving grace seemed to be the fact that she was almost as pathetically timid as the Iris, meaning all he would have to do is act natural and he'd still get a free meal out of it.
"YOU WOULD DARE AIM YOU WEAPONRY AT THE MIGHTY KNELL?!" the shade shouted as he glared down at the girl before him. The darkness around his eyes closed in to make it look like he was narrowing them to impossible proportions, and he took one step forward to make it look like he planned to attack. All the girl needed to do now was to fire her worthless little toy and cry as the arrow did absolutely nothing.
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Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo |
Siren
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Post by ebonynightmare on Feb 20, 2017 1:17:00 GMT -5
Marina was determined to turn heads at this dance. There was no way she was going to let her thoughts of Graham distract her from having fun. She adamantly called them 'thoughts' and not 'feelings' because--well, feelings? Never. Human men were disgusting. Life would be so much easier if she were full-blooded siren; then she could spend her days drowning them instead of drowning in her feelings for them. No, not feelings, thoughts, and annoying ones at that, she insisted mentally.
Well, her skin-tight cyan dress was the perfect thing to help her achieve her goal. It was perfect for a siren; it reminded her of the ocean and the dazzling shells that decorated the ocean floor. Her white heels rang on the wooden floor with every step she took, a rhythmic pattern. As she made her way through the crowd, Marina let her hand brush across some backs, earning her an enchanted gaze every time. She flashed a smirk at them, each time walking away and leaving them with their much less interesting partners. None of them could quite capture her interest for more than a moment, so she continued to wander for a moment. Before she could stop herself, she had already unconsciously found Graham and two other people, one of whom looked quite familiar...
Ah, Chase. She remembered him from the karaoke party she'd hosted in the student lounge a while back. It'd been fun to toy around with him, especially since he was so clearly uncomfortable around her. Marina glanced over at Graham, repressing a snort. Of course he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She was almost 100 percent sure that he hadn't planned to be here. Finally, she fixed her gaze on the girl Graham had been deep in conversation with. An almost unfamiliar pang shot through her. When was the last time she'd been jealous of another girl? Not long ago enough, in her opinion, and if she ever felt it again, it'd be too soon.
The girl turned her attention back to Chase. "Hey Chase, remember me?" she said, voice sultry, caressing his cheek lightly.
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Lisette almost jumped when Constantine suddenly appeared in front of her. Speak of the Devil. She'd obviously been lost in thought; there was no way a six-foot tall boy could have surprised her otherwise. He looked nice all dressed up--not that what he wore normally was much more casual. She was almost speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say to someone she hadn't seen for so long, and him being.. well. Him. She was suddenly aware that she was rubbing the fabric of her dress again, and forced herself to stop.
"Hey," she said, responding to his greeting in the same fashion. "Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Lacey laughed breathlessly, almost nervously. "Thought you'd disappeared or something. I'm surprised to see you here, really. You look nice. Sorry, I'm blabbering. How have you been?" The words spilled out like water from a broken dam. She clamped her mouth shut to prevent any more long tirades.
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The boy was amused by Felicity's impatience, but kept silent until they had arrived at their destination. Braedyn laughed at her indignant exclamation, covering his mouth with one hand to muffle the sound. He'd expected no less. He scoffed in mock outrage at her insult. "Me? A prat? Never," he said, pretending to be hurt. His jests were brought to an abrupt halt when she brought up the dog-girl. He groaned loudly. "Are we really not over that?" It was almost enough to make him regret starting this whole mess with his song--but not quite. It was far too rewarding to see Felicity offering no resistance to his attempts to drag her into social situations.
He was completely unprepared when she grabbed his hand and all but tried to yank it off his arm. He winced at sensation of nearly having his arm dislocated; she'd exerted a surprising amount of force for someone so much smaller than he. After the initial shock, he compliantly let himself be led onto the dance floor. Perfect timing--whoever was DJ-ing had just started playing a slow song.
"Oh no, guess I have to find a partner, and everyone seems to be taken," he said in mock disappointment. "Hope you know how to slow dance, Miss Classy British Girl." He held out his hand expectantly, an eyebrow arched.
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The Soy Milker
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Post by Jinxed on Feb 20, 2017 1:57:08 GMT -5
Alex
Alex donned the gold name tag as he looked around the room for his date. After a minute of intense screening of the area, his eyes fell on Elleko who donned a nice looking dress and chuckled a little since he saw her fidgeting with her hair. He chuckled a little as he witnessed her, in his eyes, seem to have a mini heart attack.
Of course, he didn't waste the time of course, spending a second to adjust his completely black suit set with yellow tie before trying to walk up to her and notify her of his presence. As he did he made sure to identify himself through some playful banter
"Hey Elleko, long time no see! I was getting bored without you saving my butt. You look nice today!"
This was about as much as he could get out before stopping slightly awkwardly considering the fact that he hadn't really planned this far at all in his mind. He had no idea about the correct etiquette for conducting yourself at a dance nor how to address people at a valentines day dance, nor how to continue an extended conversation with another being other than himself. He smiled nonetheless as if to say that he was sorry for being awkward and not really knowing what to do in order to make the night better.
“Hope we have fun!”
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Dirk
Dirk had turned around at the sound of someone approaching him and he saw a girl wearing relatively nice clothing and bearing a nice demeanor. His heterochromic eyes sparkling as he realized how little he had interacted with a girl around his own age group…. effectively zero. She had addressed him in a relatively courteous manner.
His mind raced as he saw the girl hold out her hand palm down. He studied the hand for a moment as he wondered how to react. No one in the caravan had taught him to act upon this gesture, was it an handshake? Was she asking for a handshake? He wasn’t sure what to do and as a result he did the only thing he knew to do in response to an outstretched hand. He shook it.
He was aware of the hand’s awkward position as he shook it and deduced that he had probably done something wrong. As a result, he stopped the handshake and shook his head in a slightly embarrassed manner. He was indeed lost in this type of situation and didn’t know what to do, so he went with the quote “honesty is the best policy” and made sure to say:
“My apologies, I honestly don’t know what I am doing and judging by that awkward handshake-ish interaction I obviously made a mistake.”
This type of confession of confusion was utterly new to Dirk and he didn’t feel it was right to do so again. His pride wouldn't allow it happen again. He was embarrassed and he didn’t enjoy the position that he was in. He was indeed out of his element.
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Post by Redgrim on Feb 20, 2017 1:57:11 GMT -5
Cade nodded as Serenity stated what type of drink the beverage was, as though that meant something to a blind woman. He knew it was alcohol, what type of alcohol and what kind of mixture was another story entirely. He made a sort of slapdash concoction, so whether it was a failed mingling of flavours or perhaps the secret to the best cocktail would remained unseen until the lady took a drink. Cade had to get his disguise ready in a matter of seconds, so there wasn’t much time to think about that. Any little thing could have moved Serenity somewhere else in the room. A smoker was a good guess though, he quit cold turkey a couple months back, but they hadn’t interacted too much in that amount of time, so it was an easy detail to get wrong. Regardless, it would seem that she was guessing in the right direction, though it only made sense. Who else actually knew Serenity all that well within the school? In terms of keeping his identity concealed though, he supposed he had to come up with something. “Oh! Zere isn’t ashes in ze drink is zere?” he hectically replied as he honed his vision onto the glass. “Ah! C’est magnifique, apologies!” he stated as he backed away from the drink once it passed his inspection. “Ze man only gave me his name, I wouldn’t know if he smokes” Cade added as he pulled the tray away and placed it on a nearby table. He took notice of another waiter as he passed by, more specifically the cargo he held. There was a heart shaped box on his tray, which Cade very lightly scanned his hand over in order to make a perfect clone of the object into his other. He gently threw the cloned box onto his tray and then hailed the servant. “Monsieur! What table are you going to?”“Table 42” he replied easily. “Ah! Zis one is addressed to table 42” Cade explained as he passed over his tray. “Zere must have been a mix up” he continued as they exchanged the gifts, the other waiter not thinking much of it. Whoever was going to get the box of chocolates wasn’t going to be too happy to see them all gone since Cade wasn’t an expert at cloning the innards of objects, but they wouldn’t want to eat something he cloned anyway. The servant was dismissed and Mr. Lemaire passed the box of chocolates off to Serenity. “Excuse ze lateness of his other present. He said zere would be more to come by ze end of ze night” he explained with a smirk. --- --- --- Esha attempted to aid Graham in the search for a table, but her eyeshadow was beginning to irritate her eyes a bit too much for her to see anything quite clearly. She was swiftly blindsided by the sound of someone calling her out, the voice sounding like Chase. She didn’t believe it at first, but a quick turnaround and there was his rippled body hidden behind the dressy wear she’d ever seen him in. Even more bizarre was the fact that he addressed her directly, though she supposed that it was something she would have to get used to now that they were on speaking terms again. Esha knew how unstable the were-beast inside him could get, so she was a bit nervous and had a face of concern rather than a happy complex that she would normally lend to seeing a good friend. What was he doing here? She hid away her concerns for the time being though and subtly bowed to Chase as her greeting. Esha supposed that Chase could sit with them as well until she caught sight of someone who was tantalizing to her eye, who knows he could make friends with Graham while they were at it. “Always a pleasure, Chase” she stated calmly as the other two made each other’s acquaintance. Esha looked off to where Graham was pointing to in terms of seating and nodded in agreeance, though didn’t manage to vocalize her sentiments due to the arrival of a new party member. A rather sultry one at that. Though she was new to the situation, her face was old to Esha. It took a little while to remember where exactly she saw this newcomer last, but as she gently stroked Chase’s cheek it was almost like muscle memory. She was hanging around Chase at the karaoke party as well, and she never really got an answer as to who she was since then. The two clearly had history that Esha didn’t know about and she was always more touchy with him than Chase had ever allowed Esha to be. She knew that it was for good reason, which only made her more uncomfortable around the other female. As the moment passed, she had been gritting her teeth and unintentionally glaring at the new female, though broke it off once she realized she was doing it. Her eyes shifted around somewhat blankly as though she had just been plopped back into the real world. Her gaze fell upon Graham yet again once she realized what she was doing before the new person arrived. “Right, that table works, yeah?” she replied in a somewhat airy manner. “Chase, you can, uh- bring your friend as well?” she added as she raised her brow at the were-cat in a confused manner.
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Post by dappled on Feb 20, 2017 13:15:07 GMT -5
felicity
To be honest, Felicity couldn't remember the last time she... "Went out" for the night. Again, why waste time on a mediocre time when she could be catching up or getting ahead in her classes? Foresta was a school after all, not a partygoers paradise. At least she could make that distinction, but she was doubtful if Mr. Evremonde had the same capacity. The boy was practically teeming with the "social vibe." The DJ was playing an upbeat, stereotypical party-esque song, so the girl had no inhibitions about dancing around with strangers for ten minutes or so. She'd been to a couple of dances in her lifetime, and But, her luck had run out nearly instantly once she reached the dancefloor. Really? she thought incredulously as she turned her extremely unamused gaze to Braedyn. Somehow, she felt like she could blame her misfortune on him... It didn't seem far out of reach. Braedyn sarcastically lamented about his lack of dance partners, holding out his hand with a lofted brow of inquisition. Lovely. "I'm accusing you of being partially responsible for this song," she grumbled, sighing and stepping forwards to clasp his hand in hers, "I can slow dance too, Braedyn, don't flatter yourself." Well, this was just a tad uncomfortable. Even with her heels, she was still considerably shorter than him, and her left hand was gently resting on his shoulder and neck area. She had to crane her neck up just to face him, and even that felt more... Intimate than she was comfortable with. Her feet carefully mirrored his, clicking quietly against the tiles with every rhythmic step they took. "Are you proud of yourself?" she asked as she pulled her cherry-red lips into a half smirk, "You have yet to take the victory here, though, surfer-boy. I could still be at home studying, so what makes these little get-togethers so worth my precious time? I dare you to prove it to me." That was probably the most explicit challenge she'd offered so far, but she hoped that the blunt nature of her words would startle Braedyn. No more word games.
iris
The boy jolted violently as Iris spoke, and immediately she felt a sinking regret. Had she scared him? What kind of friend would scare the living daylights out of someone? "O-O-O-Oh, I-I-I-I'm sorry, I-I-I-I didn't m-m-m-m-mean t-t-t-to startle y-y-you," she murmured, reigning in her excitement, "I-I-I guess I-I-I should've s-s-s-s-somehow l-l-let you kn-know that I-I-I.. Was c-c-c-coming.." This wasn't really possible without his phone number, but Iris couldn't help but feel responsible for the debacle. "Oh, I completely forgot," the young man responded distantly. Forgotten? Iris had to wonder if his memory was in check or.. Maybe someone signed him up without his permission. Now, that just seems... Unfair, she thought, shrugging the feeling off as quickly as it had come. "W-W-W-Well, that's a-a-alright," the girl continued with a genuine smile, gently touching the boy by the elbow in a friendly manner, "I-I-It's this way, y-y-y-you can j-j-just follow me." She kept her fragile grip on his arm, carefully tip-toeing past the other finely dressed attendees to lead him to his table. Ordinarily she might've cringed at the prospect of using physical contact, but the last thing she wanted was to lead him into a bustling crowd. Smoothing out the ruffles in her dress, she pulled out a chair and took a seat, "I-I-I-If y-y-y-you would l-l-like, I-I-I can s-s-s-stay w-w-w-with you u-u-u-until Olwen a-a-arrives, I-I-I wouldn't w-w-want you t-t-t-to be left h-h-here alone." The least she could do was offer her company to him, especially after what he'd endured during their first encounter. "I-I-I can t-t-t-take off, th-th-though, i-i-if you'd rather b-be a-a-alone," she quickly backtracked, not wanting to impose a single thing on her companion.
chase
This was surprisingly enjoyable. The other boy didn't seem painfully uncomfortable, but he was perturbed enough to send a fiery stream of pride straight to Chase's chest. And, to make it all the sweeter, Esha was a firsthand witness. Graham from Pyxis seemed to mask whatever uneasiness had come over him, even daring to invite Chase to their table. Oh, perfect. "Sure, sounds great," he responded as his gaze steadied on the boy's own, but not without a furtive glance or two at Esha. Was she seeing this? Or was he being too pushy? Did she notice that? He quelled his bubbling thoughts, pulling a convincing smile and starting toward the table. But, his victory was short lived. "Hey Chase, remember me?" a vixenish voice asked, coupled with an equally suggestive caress of his cheek. He bristled to the touch and took a deep inhale. This was the same girl that had fooled him at the lake; Marina. She'd put him under some enchantment, or at least she must've, because his limbs seemed to move completely on their own accord. Before he knew it, she'd plunged him into the lake's icy depths, and since then she's been a little more physical than he was comfortable with. "Yes, I do. Hello Marina," he answered stiffly, tilting his head just enough to address her, "Glad you could, uh, make it. No date this time?" The greeting was half-hearted at best, but Chase was going for a different approach as opposed to his usual awkwardness. If he maintained an aloof disposition, maybe Esha would see how "normal" he could be. Why should anyone be afraid of the sociable guy at the party? Chase wasn't the most perceptive to subtleties, and seemed to have missed Esha's steadfast glare by a millisecond. Instead, the girl couldn't have looked more detached from the situation. Well, Chase would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit disappointed. Then came Esha's suggestion. Oh boy. If he had to sacrifice some personal space to get a little closer to Esha, then he'd bite the bullet. "Yeah, why not?" he responded with an exhale, and his gaze just might have lingered on Esha for a few moments longer than he would've liked. He had to divert his attention somewhere else, and quickly, "You guys don't wanna dance first? I mean, that is why we're all here, right?" The slow beat of a gentle song reverberated through the grand ballroom, and Chase was struck with an idea. If he remembered correctly, partners would swap in and out with each other's dates as a sort of social tactic to get to know as many people as possible. It seemed like a good idea in theory, but Chase just had to hope that Esha, Graham and Marina would also be willing to oblige to these social rules. His success could be in the shape of a dance alone with Esha, and that was worth the risk.
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Post by Amethyst Rain on Feb 20, 2017 14:36:16 GMT -5
Well, Jax had not been expecting that reaction. A jump, a surprised yell--that was more along the lines of what people generally did, and what he'd been expecting, and it was usually entertaining to watch. What he had not been expecting was for a bag of Cheez-Its to explode in his face, and he wasn't entirely sure how to react to it. For a moment he just registered what had just happened, and then brushed crumbs off of his face so he could actually see what Nina had written.
Wait, what was he doing? He had magic.
In an instant the Cheez-It remains had vanished and Jax glanced down to Nina's note before laughing. "You know, they have a list over there," he told her, pointing to the table where the name tags and list of pairings sat. "So you don't have to wander around asking people. But you asked just the right person, 'cause it's me."
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Elleko had been intently focusing on the dance floor, trying to memorize the movements of the couples dancing. Surely, since this was a dance, she would have to dance at some point, and she wanted to be prepared. She'd never danced before, at least not on land. Her people had a sort of dance-like game she had played in the water as a child, but that was totally different. She knew she wasn't exactly graceful on land, and couldn't help but worry about what would happen in the event of the inevitable dancing. She really didn't want to trip or fall or drag Alex down with her or anything like that.
Due to her worrying thoughts she didn't notice Alex approaching until he spoke, and when he did she jumped and turned to him, blushing as she realized she didn't know how long he'd been standing there. "H-h-hi," she managed, frantically trying to think of something to say. At least he remembered her, that was a good start, right? "I...I didn't do th-that much, r-really, just...and th-thanks." Oh, god, this was not going well. She could hardly speak to somebody without the pressure of Valentine's Day and a school dance. What had she gotten herself into? But at least he seemed happy to have been paired with her. Or at least, if he was unhappy about it he wasn't showing it. That was good. It was better than being paired with a stranger. Much better.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
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Post by Seren on Feb 21, 2017 14:22:31 GMT -5
The figure before her started to shout as Delia's hand trembled around her bow and arrow. After Knell's voice reverberated through her ear drums, Delia closed her eyes tight with a panicked expression and sent her arrow flying straight at Knell's chest.
'Monkey, monkey, monkey! He's just a high pitched monkey!' Delia thought to herself in a frenzy. The arrow that she had launched in question, if Knell did not move too much in any manner - would go straight into the middle of his chest and connect with the form's natural gaseous state. Something almost electrifying would spread, causing a poof of change to happen - as such change did spread, the arrow in question would then end up behind Knell - connecting with the tiled floor of the ballroom.
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Among all the chatter going on around the ballroom, Serenity had zeroed in on what Cade was doing. His frittering about her drink for the moment didn't dissuade the woman from taking a small sip and inwardly cringing. Whatever mixture he had come up with, it did not work at all. The drink tasted like a teenager had made it more than anything else, heavy on the liquor and lacking any actual flavor. "It's fine," Serenity replied with a subtle lack of ease.
Letting out a small sigh to relieve some tension that had been building up in her - as Cade had his focus on a waiter, Serenity silently placed her drink on a nearby table so that the math teacher wouldn't notice.
Suddenly Cade's attention was back toward her, and Serenity decided to not comment on his brief interaction with the other person. Instead a box of chocolate's was placed in her hand and the older woman suddenly felt her face grow a bit warm. She felt strange noticing so many things about him now and was taking a moment to look back at their past interaction.
It was then that Serenity found herself talking without a thought, "You know I don't have a sweet tooth... much less for chocolate." Serenity said to Cade then. It was only seconds later that she realized she had revealed her knowledge of his true identity and the teacher's brows raised up in surprise.
Oops, there she went again sounding ungrateful again.
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Caught in between several students that were extremely well dressed, Graham was feeling incredibly out of place. Even with the previous approach of Chase and his he-man attitude, Graham was very aware of how he looked compared to everyone else - which was odd considering the young man typically didn't bother himself too much with what other people were doing.
It was being in the group that made him feel out of sorts and just as he had gotten through the exchange between him and Chase, Graham glanced away just for his eyes to land upon Marina.
The world slowed for Graham then, quite literally. Marina coming up to Chase had most likely taken only a matter of a minute or so, but to Graham it had felt like hours. The way her hips swayed when she walked and how the dress she wore clung so recklessly to her body...
Taking a deep breath through his nose, as soon as Graham looked away suddenly the world sped up once more. She had approached Chase then and Graham's eyes quickly darted back up, catching the shift in her expression. It was when she brought her finger's up to Chase's face that Graham narrowed his eyes at the girl.
"Yeah, let's -" Graham was just about in agreement with Esha when Chase's sudden suggestion caused him to stop. Dancing? There was no way that he could dance, in fact Graham honestly couldn't remember the last time he had felt his body move with music in the first place. "You and Marina can dance, if you want." Graham said to the boy then, shrugging nonchalantly.
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Stella waited patiently for Dirk to kiss the top of her hand, it was only then when he shook it that the teenage girl was briefly offended. Dirk apologized quickly after that though and Stella convinced herself that she was going to try and be nice at this dance - a rare occurrence for a snobbish girl like herself.
Offering up a pleasant smile, Stella shook her head at the boy "Usually when a lady offers her hand palm down, you typically kiss it." Stella explained to the boy then, slightly amused by his ignorance of all things gentleman-ly.
He seemed put off by the whole thing though, so in an attempt to keep things moving Stella looked around - her eyes briefly stopping on Ms. Schmidt in the corner and frowning before her gaze moved elsewhere. "Would you like to dance or eat some food first? We are on a date after all," Stella smiled once more at the boy.
In truth, Stella just reveled at the chance to fill out another student profile. She tried to keep tabs on a majority of the students at school, interested in their whereabouts and making sure that if anything crazy did happen that she knew about it first.
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Constantine was mentally hitting himself by the time that Lacey had replied to his greeting, hey was all he could manage? Slowly and without realizing it, Constantine brought his hand up to the scarred side of face - rubbing it lightly before responding to Lacey. "My mom needed some help at home over the holiday's so she asked me to come home. It was sort of all rushed so I didn't have any time to say bye to anyone..."
There was no way he could openly admit that he'd be inheriting his families fortune now. Hell, he hadn't even realized there was a fortune to inherit in the first place. Of course growing up his home was grandiose and there was an occasional servant that served him food and what not... but even with coming to Foresta all these things still seemed normal.
His family had earned their money through the generations and now with his brother passed away it was all on his shoulders to take over when the time was right. Needless to say, Constantine was still not prepared.
"I'm alright though, I..." Constantine stopped for a second and really looked at Lacey before continuing. "You look way better than me," He finally replied to the girl with a sense of admiration in his voice.
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"There was no way that you could have..." Eris replied to Iris as she mentioned something about warning him that she was coming. There really wouldn't point in it, but it would be nice to have her phone number.
'Ask for her number tonight.' 'Yeah, then you can call her whenever you want!'
The cheer squad in his head only served to make Eris a bit nervous in Iris's presence and when she started to guide him toward a table the young man willingly went along. Any normal person would have smiled at Iris's offer to stay with them while waiting for another person, Eris simply nodded in a pleasant manner - taking a seat as she did so wishing he would have acted faster to pull her chair out for her.
Having carried his small collection of food with him, as he sat down Eris laid the plate on his table and shook his head and Iris's mention of leaving. "I'd rather you be here since I don't really know anyone else," Eris explained to the girl then. Eris then picked up the fork that he had laid on his plate, moving a tiny bit of food into his mouth - Eris looked around quietly as he chewed. It was only after a few seconds that he then looked back at Iris, "I don't think I ever heard you talk about it before, but if you don't mind me asking what's your power?" Eris asked the girl then with a mixture of curiosity and simple desire to keep the conversation going.
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The halls of Foresta lay still and silent, but I am still here |
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Post by Turtlus on Feb 22, 2017 15:04:38 GMT -5
Seeing as physical weaponry proved to be of little use against him, Knell made no effort to get out of the way of the arrow. Thus it was understandably odd to him that the arrow did seem to cause an effect upon making contact. For a moment it had seemed like he was being zapped by some sort of lightning, but the lack of pain made that an impossibility. The fact that everyone was now towering over him brought the shade to the conclusion that the worm before him had utilized some sort of shrinking magic against him. All this would serve to do is agitate him. It was only when he instinctively blinked that Knell knew something wasn't right.
Raising his hands up to his eyes revealed that they were covered in orangeish fur. As realization dawned the now Golden Snub Nosed Knell fell to his knees, raised small fists towards the heavens and let loose a terrible screech that told a tale of horror and the loss of good looks to anyone who could understand monkey.
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Post by Redgrim on Mar 4, 2017 23:36:30 GMT -5
Cade continued to nod and smile as though he was the French waiter that he disguised himself as, though it was short lived. The math teacher rolled his eyes once Serenity’s comments were directly toward him, as though she knew that he was putting on a façade. He thought he was doing such a good job at pretending to be a stereotype too, what a shame. Perhaps he should reconsider his acting chops. The man leaned over and waved his hand in front of Serenity’s face. “You know, I sometimes wonder…” he trailed off as he quit his attempts at testing out the validity of his co-worker’s so called blindness. Perhaps it was she that was the greatest actor of all. Being that she was assassin once upon a time, it would only make sense that she took on the guise of a blind woman, it would take her enemies by surprise when she revealed her true power. Mr. Lemaire pulled back again though, sighing and buffing his vest as he broke his proper stance. “Oh please, I was merely hired to be a waiter at this event, it is good pocket change. You don’t think I would be so mundane as to get you a simple box of chocolates. I didn’t want to excite you with my presence, so I had to assume another identity. Neither the chocolates nor drink were from me, it was from a secret admirer and you still haven’t given a good guess as to who they were from” he elaborated as his eyes lingered around the room as he noted the secret admirer. Given his sudden questioning of the state of Serenity’s vision, it would probably be wise to at least attempt some visual cues. He began to stroke his beard as he made reference to all the other staff members in the room, being sure to hone in a possible culprit to his false front. There weren’t as many as he expected there to be. He might have to improvise then. “I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day and lonely little Hikaru doesn’t have a date, there has to be someone somewhere in the school lonely enough to give the bear a poke. How many Valentine’s nights in a row can you spend reading conversation hearts to yourself before someone sums up the courage to break that streak? Those come in braille, right?” the man mused to the woman, speaking with much confidence despite his speech seeming like gibberish. It was like a philosopher poetically waxing a Mad Lib. He turned his head back to Serenity, his bizarrely orange eyes gazing into hers and awaiting to see how she could possibly answer that. --- --- --- Lotte continued to sketch out the scene between the two ‘lovebirds’ making sure to capture the moment of Dirk smacking his hand atop Stella’s. Perhaps she was too quick to judge the rather ordinary teen, she would make for a fascinating foil to the socially inept subject. While some might have thought the scene to be humorous, Ms. Schmidt found it quite intriguing. She wondered if the alterations to his brain during his initial testing was what caused him to forget such simple social cues. It was either that or he had always been awkward in conversation. Could be a mixture of both though. Once the basic framework of her sketch was finished, she slowly slipped the notebook underneath her poncho, her tiny set of arms on her lower abdomen taking hold of her possession. She didn’t feel the need to intervene directly just yet, that might interfere with the results. She had to keep the two of them chatting and interacting with one another in the same awkward manner. She was certain that Dirk wouldn’t be able to fail at that task on his own, but she had to set safeguards. Lotte approached the bar, making certain that her hood masked her identity, though given her body shape it wouldn’t be hard to pick her out of a lineup. Either way, she tapped her fist a couple times against the table top in order to get the tender’s attention. “Valentine’s special. Table over there. From Dirk with love” she stated as she subtly pointed toward Stella and Dirk’s table. On the menu, the Valentine’s Special included a set of roses along with two glasses of sparkling champagne. Considering Dirk’s last outing with alcohol, it should make for an interesting display. Lotte left the money for the service and then briskly moved on to her next vantage point to further watch how the specimen would react between one another.
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Post by ebonynightmare on Mar 5, 2017 3:55:49 GMT -5
"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly take any credit for such wonderful timing," Braedyn said, looking appalled at the idea. No, the perfectly coordinated switch of music was just a serendipitous occurrence. In all honesty, he was surprised that Felicity hadn't just outright rejected him right then and there. He smiled inwardly. Maybe he was succeeding in convincing her about the worth of social interaction. Or, perhaps she enjoyed his company--that idea was quite fun to entertain, but much less likely to be the truth.
"I don't know whether to be surprised or not that you know how to slow dance," he joked, chuckling. "Does this mean that you've experienced social interaction before and found the person minimally repulsive?" It seemed fitting that someone who prided themselves on being well-educated knew about formal dancing, but it was also amusing that someone who so clearly preferred isolation knew how to participate in such a social activity.
In his opinion, they were rather graceful, especially compared to some of the other pairs, who were just standing in place and awkwardly swaying back and forth. It was rather entertaining, their height difference. It forced her to look up at him when she seemed to be the intellectually superior one of the pair. I can't get all the good genes, now can I? That would be unfair to everyone else, he thought to himself humorously.
"In fact, I am proud of myself. This is what--" he pretended to concentrate intensely, counting, "--the third time I've gotten you to get out of your dorm? You're smart enough to take a little time off from your studying. Plus, isn't it worth it to embarrass me by setting me up with dog-girl?" At this last part, he grinned. Getting that bit of revenge had to at least be worth something.
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It was just absolutely delightful how uncomfortable Marina's mere presence made Chase. She removed her hand with a sly smirk. "Don't worry, dearest Chase. I'm not here to torture you today," she said, giving a light, airy laugh. Her response to his question regarding her lack of a date was the cool lift of a single shoulder. "Dates are overrated. Why, that's just limiting the amount of fun you could have!"
Marina glanced over at the other girl. Her chilly, knowing smile indicated that she was aware of the other's ire. Her jealousy was obvious, but that was fine by her. Making people jealous her favorite hobby, really. And if that girl wanted Chase, she could have him. All Marina wanted with the boy was a bit of fun and teasing here and there. Chase was far too much of a downer for her. The only reason he'd retained any bit of her interest was because how much of a negative effect she had on him, even with just the slightest gesture.
Ah, dancing. The topic had been bound to come up at some point, since this was a Valentine's Day dance, though she hadn't expected it to be so soon considering the constituents of this particular group. In a moment of what could be interpreted as kindness, she grabbed Chase and the girl's wrists, pulling them towards each other. "You two go have fun," she said, winking. Perhaps some drama would unfold between them--there was clearly tension--and she would get to witness it. In the meantime, she shifted so that she was just slightly and barely perceptibly closer to Graham.
"So, Graham, what've you been up to lately? How'd you end up here?" she asked casually, eyes glimmering.
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Constantine looked rather stressed, Lisette noted. His seemingly subconscious motion of rubbing his face was a rather clear indicator. She wondered if she should ask about the cause of his tension. Had something happened with his family? Why had he been called back home so urgently? She was curious, but unsure if it was rude to ask such questions after such a long period with no contact.
Lisette blushed slightly at his compliment, a rather rare occurrence. She liked to say that nothing could make her blush, but clearly, that wasn't true. "Uh, th-thanks," she said, stumbling over the word a little. She bit her tongue. One word, and she couldn't get it out properly? "You do look quite nice, though. Do you.. want to, er, get some food or something? Dance?" She wasn't sure she knew how to slow dance, or any sort of party-type dancing. Actual athletic dancing--ballet, jazz, lyrical, contemporary, whatever--sure, but social dancing was another story entirely.
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Post by Jinxed on Mar 5, 2017 18:17:18 GMT -5
Alex
Alex was completely at a loss for what to do after seeing Elleko. To be honest he hadn’t even planned on what to do after acknowledging her presence and then making his presence known. His introduction seemed to surprise her as she seemed to be looking at the dance floor quite intensely, but she had greeted in the same stuttering manner as she always seemed to have. He found it quite funny now that he had noticed it, of course he wasn’t trying to make fun of her since it was just an idiosyncrasy that he had noticed.
“I wasn’t kidding though”
Alex finally made the decision to dance with her. This decision mainly stemmed from his observation of her closely staring at the dance floor. He knew that he had the capability to make sure he would be able to dance at a semi competent level as well as the fact that he could keep pace usually when the time came. As long as it wasn’t anything too hard he was confident that he could carry himself proudly. He nervously smiled toward the self-conscious girl in front of him, executed a half bow, and extended his hand.
“would you like to go and dance?”
Alex was quite embarrassed at this action since he definitely wasn’t used to doing this, especially in public as he usually didn’t even come to these things, so he hoped he didn’t make a fool of himself while doing so.
Dirk
"A date?"
Dirk mentally panicked while considering his options and visualized what could possibly happen when he decided to do one or the other. The first scenario was that he and Estelle would go and eat, this most likely would end up with him either having to pioneer the discussion forward, which he knew he was bad at, or listen to the girl go on and on about her personal life, even though he had no idea who she was. Ironically, he didn’t realize that these interactions would most likely result in him getting to know another person, which was why he had come to the dance in the first place. The possibility for a natural conversation wasn’t even considered, even though it was just as likely as any other situation he could have thought of. Of course he couldn't predict what would actually happen, but since he was a novice with dealing with the opposite gender he tried to rationalize his inexpierience with his confused brain.
The second was to go dancing with the appealing female in front of him and that was an appalling thing to think about. While when he was younger he could have taken this challenge of dexterity, he had a sinking feeling that his clumsy footwork was indeed going to end up with him messing up colossally. This was compounded, in his mind through he had no idea if this was true, by the fact that the girl in front of him seemed to be educated in these types of events. Her previous actions seemed to more than prove her experience in his mind.
A single drop of sweat fell down the side of his face because he had to choose in between two equally horrible choices in his mind. On one hand, he had to actually talk and interact and on the other had him making a fool of himself as he would undoubtedly make a mistake somewhere. He couldnt do nothing so he chose the option with less people.
“Mind if we go and get something to eat I’m pretty hungry since I haven’t eaten at all today?”
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Post by Redgrim on Mar 5, 2017 22:25:46 GMT -5
It would seem that their plan to move the conversation over to a table had been forestalled for a brief while. Everyone seemed on board, outside of this Marina girl. Esha was just about ready to walk off with the rest of them to their destination, but the conversation seemed to have switched over to dancing. It was a dance, so it was only natural, but Esha was a bit puzzled as to why Chase thought that Graham and her were interested in dancing together. Her gaze fell upon Graham and then back to Chase with a bit of a quizzical complexion. Before she could say anything in response, she was quickly whisked away by the wrist and pulled even closer to the were-beast.
The sudden movement was enough to cause her gills to flare up like goosebumps. She nearly choked as her air intake swapped in the panic. Her initial instinct was to cusp at the side of her neck with her only available hand in an attempt to ease the skin flaps and hide them from sight. Esha didn’t look at Chase so much as she glared at the other girl yet again. The sudden surprise was not appreciated to say the least.
With another shake of her head, her focus soon became on Chase again, having to scale herself back slightly for a couple reasons, one of which being their difference in size. His muscle bound body was a stark contrast to her slim and slender build. Her eyes dwelled on his mass for a bit longer than she would like to admit and she sighed slightly. She came to the dance to meet some new suitors, but almost everyone already seemed to be paired off, so she supposed that one dance with Chase wouldn’t put her too far behind the eight ball. It would still be time wasted that she would prefer that she didn’t, but getting the boy away from Marina before she awakened the beast within with all her touching would probably be for the better. A student had already been turned into an animal, they didn’t need two running around.
She looked toward the relatively empty dance floor and then back at Chase. “Chase… Come on” she stated rather neutrally as she nodded toward the next area of interest. At the very least, she could get some answers. “Text me later” she replied to Graham before leaving for the dance area, Chase undoubtedly following behind. She made sure to keep an eye on the other couple, she didn’t trust Marina and she clearly paired them up for the sake of getting rid of them. Graham was a good friend and she wasn’t going to let herself be ignorant if she began to ‘torture’ him the same way that she apparently did to Chase.
Should Chase choose to take the lead in whatever dance they were going to do, Esha was ready to be swept away, even if her eyes were lingering on Graham.
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Post by dappled on Mar 6, 2017 0:14:23 GMT -5
felicity
This had to be an act. A joke, a gimmick, or for some stupid project, because there was no way someone could be so invested getting her to socialize just for the bragging rights. Something else was definitely afoot, and she was going to get to the bottom of it. Braedyn's jovial smile and overall aloof attitude wasn't about to distract her from that fact. "I've been to my fair share of high-end events," she responded coldly, "My parents own one of the most prestigious boutiques in all of the United Kingdom, so formal dancing is basically in my blood at this point." It was definitely bizarre to see the people with arguably the greatest height difference dancing elegantly among a crowd of awkward teenagers. Was the competition worth being ostracized by the rest of the party? Still, Felicity moved effortlessly across the tiled floor, not even glancing down to readjust her position or anything. She could probably argue that she spent a third of her life engaging in boring conversation with men at functions like these, and having the dancing skills to show it seemed only natural. "And," she continued, colliding her pinkish, opalescent gaze with his own, "Strolling around a dancefloor with sweaty designers didn't really make the experience then any less repulsive. You're lucky, Mr. Evremonde, for having normally functioning sweat glands." Braedyn seemed to have reverted back to the analytics of their ongoing battle of wits. Yes, if she calculated it correctly, this was the third time that he'd won his side of the bet. And, somehow, she was content with that. Her social interaction was still limited enough so that she could not only stay on top of her classes, but she was at least a chapter ahead in each one of them. Braedyn was simply a... A healthy dose of socialization that she could work into her daily regime. Whether he knew it or not, there was something to be gained from her "loss" of this bet. "Ah, well I have to reluctantly concede defeat there," Felicity answered with a half smirk, only to have it fade away by the next time the boy spoke. Sure, the brainiac was more than aware that she had an above average intelligence, but it was just.. Unfamiliar to have a fellow student acknowledge it rather than a stiff board or education administrator following some sort of academic award. "Plus, isn't it worth it to embarrass me by setting me up with dog-girl?" he concluded with a smug grin. That was definitely something else. Maybe if Felicity had lacked the social grace, she would've asked the boy about his ulterior motives for dragging her out here in the first place, but she wasn't daft. She knew her way around the subtleties of socialization... Sometimes. Taking a moment to smooth a particularly rogue hair back into place, Felicity spoke smoothly, "Oh don't blame me for that fiasco, you had it coming. One minute you're whipping out your guitar and serenading the ballroom, and you didn't expect me to round up a few potential swooned dates for you? In fact, I blame you for not specifying who or what kind of girl or guy you're into." The girl sighed as she tucked the unrelenting strand of hair behind her ear with an exasperated sigh, "You're the one stifling my creative kindness with your ignorance." If she could turn the argument back onto Braedyn, perhaps a victory was within her grasp.
chase
His heart sunk to the base of his chest. He and Marina? That sounded like the start of a particularly terrifying nightmare. The girl was a strong trigger for the werebeast, and the last thing he wanted was an unsolicited transformation in a huge crowd of people. If only she knew how blatantly stupid a suggestion like that was. And what gave Graham the authority to decide that Esha wouldn't get a turn to dance? The plan was deteriorating right before his very eyes. His envy-driven thoughts were quickly snuffed out when Marina denied the offer, and instead, he was shoved in front of the quilled girl in question. By the time Marina had sidled up to Graham, her motives were almost transparent. She was looking to spend more time with the boy, similar to Chase's ultimate desire. Well, as much as it pained him to think about it, he was grateful for her "go-getter" extroverted tendencies. He might've been putting on a sociable front, but it was bound to dissolve at some point. Better that Marina acted as the catalyst for this. Esha's wandering eyes on Chase's torso seemed to confirm the other girl's success. By the time he fully registered what was going on, Chase was already on the dancefloor, trailing after Esha with plodding steps. A wave of anxiety coursed through him as he turned towards her, now realizing his rather compromising situation. So, he hadn't danced since what, sophomore year at homecoming? Sure, he'd known how to do it then, but it had been so long... Esha's lingering glance back at Graham was enough to send a bolt of confidence through the boy. Whatever past they had, it wasn't relevant anymore. He took an emboldened step forwards, and, with a surprising amount of gentility, placed one hand on Esha's waist and the other within hers. Well, he at least remembered that much. The dance itself was going to require a lot more energy and concentration than he'd like to dish out, but it all seemed worth the struggle. For whatever was left of this slow song, he was going to spend it with Esha, no matter how awkward and uncomfortable it might be. He managed a half grin as he peered down at his wonderfully quilled counterpart. "You'll have to excuse my subpar dancing. Whenever you're ready."
iris
In all honesty, the girl was more than content to leave Eris to his own devices. The more she thought about and over-analyzed how she approached him, the more regret built up in her chest. Surely she was imposing on him? And what if his date got the wrong idea and left once she saw some girl talking to her blind date? Swallowing as many of her anxieties as she could, she focused in on Eris. All of the monotone grays and occasional pops of color from the crowd was slightly disorienting, and the music didn't really help the over-stimulating nature of the party. "I-I-I-I'll stay w-w-w-with you, then," she answered jovially, moving her seat almost imperceptibly closer to the boy to hone in on what he was saying. It was way too easy for her to get overwhelmed in a place like this. Absently she began tracing her thumb along the base of her necklace, pressing hard enough to prick the tip of her finger. "W-W-W-Well, my power... H-Hmm..." Iris murmured, "I-I-I can k-k-kind of u-u-use the e-e-energy that f-f-f-flows i-i-in the w-w-world... F-F-For my o-o-o-own p-p-purposes.. H-H-Here, I'll sh-sh-show you." She extended her arm towards him, and, with her palm facing towards the ceiling, exhaled a long, bubblegum-scented breath. Iris was sure to make sure this wasn't the hand that she'd just injured her fingers with. A small, glowing orb of blue energy sparked into formation, floating only a few centimeters above her palm. A second exhale marked its departure as it faded away into nothingness. By the time the presentation was over, a small bead of sweat had formed on the side of Iris's temple, and she peered up at the boy in earnest, "I-I-It's not t-t-t-too impressive, b-b-but I-I can k-k-kind of m-m-mold it i-i-into shapes and t-t-textures, like m-m-more solid l-like ice o-o-or fluid like.. Like w-w-water.." She paused to catch her breath, a little fatigued from not only the demonstration, but having blabbered on so long about herself. "But a-a-a-anyway," she ventured, "I-I-I don't th-th-think I-I got th-the full.. I-I-Introduction t-t-to your p-power. I-I-I only m-m-met Leto, but I b-b-b-b-believe that y-y-you said th-th-that you h-h-had other p-p-puppets, right? I-I-It really s-s-sounds w-w-wonderful, i-i-if you wouldn't m-m-mind sh-sharing it w-w-with me.. And i-i-if not, I-I-I completely u-u-understand." That 'if' statement seemed to be her safety net so she could avoid an outright rejection.
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Post by Seren on Mar 18, 2017 16:55:03 GMT -5
As the transformation took place, a look of sheer terror spread over Delia's face - as if she hadn't really fully comprehended what she was committing too when she pulled the arrow on Knell in the first place. "Oh n-n-no no, n-n-no, no!" Delia gasped out, shaking her hands frantically at the monkey.
"A-a-are you okay?" She then exclaimed, looking around quickly to see if a teacher was coming over. It seemed as though no one had really noticed her use of her power, or the chaperones didn't care? This school baffled her sometimes.
Nonetheless, Delia attempted to focus on Knell - resisting the urge to just run from the situation as she always did. She had no idea what she could do to help him, but as scary as he had been before she couldn't think of leaving him like this.
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Serenity felt a cool rush of air in front of her face as Cade waved his hand, an obvious look of annoyance gracing her features. Her eyes though, appeared crystalline and unchanging in their pale appearance. She had been tempted to grab his hand, but decided against it... instead allowing him to move back as she brought her hand up to the right side of her neck to lightly pat down her hair that had grown to her shoulders now.
It was time to get a haircut, she briefly thought to herself - slightly self conscious when it came to the length of hair. For what? It wasn't like she could see it anyway. The natural red highlights in her hair appeared a lot more prominently now mixed in with the darker coloring of her hair.
As Cade explained his blatant un-involvement with the whole situation, Serenity's lips pursed curiously at the man - her head not moving as Cade's did to look around the room. Instead, she stayed facing toward him - unaware of the potential awkwardness of her unmoving position. "So, you mean to tell me that there's a better suitor than you that's come along?" Serenity replied to Cade quite smartly - her left brow quirking with ease. "If anything, I thought you'd be excited at the challenge of someone else vying for my affections." Serenity stepped closer then, the lids over her eyes lowering slightly as she tilted her chin down - reaching forward for her fingertips to run over a small section of Cade's vest.
"Honestly, wouldn't you rather read the candy hearts to me?" Serenity said to Cade in a softer tone then, seemingly unbothered by his mad ranting. The man was a talker, it seemed to just be natural for him. Plus, it made being her just a whole lot easier. Serenity traced lines and circles over Cade's vest then, more so near the center of his chest in a small area than anything else. There was no other particular reason other than she enjoyed the feel of the clothing, even better being close to the man that she had been shunning for the past couple of months.
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Graham didn't have much of a chance to stop Marina as the girl paired off Esha and Chase. Frowning, the boy nodded as Esha told her to text him - watching for a few brief seconds before turning his head in Marina's direction. Without realizing it, the noise and chatter of the people around them started to go quiet in Graham's mind as Marina spoke to him.
The more time he spent at the school, the more time he realized that his power started to act of its own accord when it came to his emotions. It was only thanks to this guidance counselor that Graham had even started to realized what his power was in the first place.
It was frustrating though, for as much as he was trying to forget Marina - his power and his feelings had him remembering every single detail of every meeting that they've had all the way up until right now.
"I was heading back to my dorm when I saw Esha and decided to talk to her, we've been playing a game online together for quite awhile." Graham explained to her with ease then, despite his blatant unease for talking with people - when it came to anything online or with computers it was very easy for him to warm up.
Graham waited a moment then before his next question, "I'm guessing you're just here to socialize then? I wasn't really planning on coming to this thing." It was a sharp question followed up with an air of nonchalance. He was unsure of his reason for staying now, now that his friend was off dancing with someone. All he did know was that things remained quiet still as his eyes were focused on Marina.
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Stella nodded with ease at Dirk's sudden realization of exactly what this was. Of course, she wasn't really interested in him in that sense - it was more so another test of her information gathering skills. She needed to know people at this school and he was a person at this school, it was just as simple as that.
At his mention of eating food first, Stella nodded once more "Of course," the girl said quite simply. For half a beat the young woman waited for a moment for Dirk to lead the way before remembering his response to giving her a kiss on the hand, instead Stella shook her head and started toward the table they would sit at - expecting Dirk to follow after her.
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If Constantine had been more of a social person, he would have most likely said thank you at Lacey's returned compliment. Instead the young man bobbed his head as some kind of form of thanks, looking over at the tables and then at the dance floor at his companion's question.
If they went to go eat, it would give them a lot more of an intimate setting to converse in and get to know each other a lot better... but, if they danced there would be a lot more of a chance of them touching.
For a brief second a memory passed through Constantine's mind of when he was younger, his mother had hired a dance tutor for all her children to learn basic ballroom dancing. He had taken to it a lot quicker than his brother and sister. This had also been before he had been permanently scarred by his brother, so naturally the young man had been more receptive of new things back then.
Taking a deep breath, Constantine looked toward the dance floor once more. "Let's dance," he said to the girl simply - holding one hand out toward her for her to take, feeling a strange rush of confidence.
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Eris listened quietly to Iris as she explained her power to him, every subtle movement that she made only caused the young man to become even more interested in the girl. Her power was surprising to him, although he wasn't quite sure why. She was such a shy and modest girl that to him it felt as though a different power would make more sense, but then again this was the first time he was every actually seeing her use her power in the first place. In some way, despite her obvious exhaustion at using it - she seemed incredibly in tune with how it worked.
As she asked about his own power, Eris reached down to pat his pockets - realizing that he had left his messenger bag in his dorm room. "You'd probably like talking to Poseidon then." Eris explained to girl as she compared her own power to water. "He's able to control water."
"I don't have him with me right now, I actually don't have any of the puppets." Eris seemed to be a bit hesitant as he explained this to Iris.
"They're all in my head though, or I mean actually in this ring," Eris held up his left hand to show a silver and blue ring on his pointer finger. The ring itself appeared worn and scratched up, but as he brought his other hand up to attempt to take the ring off - the jewelry did not budge no matter how hard he tried.
"It's permanently stuck to me and they're stuck to it." Eris said then, holding his hand out toward Iris - "You can try and take it off, if you like." He offered to the girl then as he held his left hand out.
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Post by Amethyst Rain on Mar 19, 2017 16:59:00 GMT -5
Practically wringing her hands out of nervousness, Elleko looked down at her dress, partially to consider it once again and partially to hide the violet-tinged blush that was heating up her face. Thanks to the bluish hue of her skin she didn't blush the traditional pink or red color of humans, which she had been self-conscious about since realizing the different. It had gotten more than a few stares before. "Th-thanks," she murmured again, glancing up just in time to see him bow and hold out one hand.
Dancing. She'd known dancing would be inevitable. She'd prepared for it. Sort of. She had never actually danced, but she'd watched the other people dancing enough she could probably replicate it. She hoped. She really hoped, because she really did not want to humiliate herself. Especially in front of Alex, who was genuinely nice and dang, that bow had actually been kind of cute. Her blush deepening, she hesitantly took his hand and nodded. "I-I'm not very...very g-good at d-dancing," she warned him softly. "Or good a-at...at a-all, r-really."
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