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Post by ebonynightmare on Mar 20, 2017 1:14:00 GMT -5
Well. That had been a quick shift from teasing to near-hostile. Braedyn decided not to respond, not wanting to ruin what harmony they had managed to conjure at the moment. At her next comment, though--about his sweat glands--he laughed, tilting his head back slightly in mirth. "That must be the best compliment I've ever received," he said, with mock solemnity.
Ah, well, he supposed expecting humility from her in regards to her intelligence was too much to hope for in one day. "Must be very difficult for you to admit I'm right about that," Braedyn replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. A grin teased at his mouth, softening his words. Not that Felicity couldn't put up with his sarcasm. It was nice to have someone around who could; so many people got offended by sarcasm because they didn't understand it.
As much as he hated thinking about the dog-girl incident, he couldn't help but bring it up to prove his point. Sure, she didn't state that it'd been worth the socialization outright, but he could tell that that particular event was not something she regretted. He scoffed. "I guess 'Miss Felicity' wasn't specific enough for you. Would it help if I said that most of the idiots at this school don't meet my standards?" She sure could be stubborn about refusing to believe that he had singled her out. Whatever. He could be just as obstinate.
A moment like this was something remarkable. It felt ephemeral, as if it was about to disappear at any moment. Felicity actually dancing with him? That was something for the history books. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly thinking about the fact that, despite her bravado about not wanting human interaction, her actions said otherwise.
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Marina raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? How interesting." She was just barely able to disguise the jealously in her voice, and hardly able to muster the ease that Graham displayed. It was a good thing the other girl's interest in Chase had been so blatant, so she had an excuse to shove the two of them off and get Graham to herself. She kept her gaze out towards the couple she had just paired up, hoping to hide any trace of emotion.
She glanced over at him at his next question, eyes smoldering like the embers of a fire about to ignite. Marina held his gaze for a moment--not a second too long, nor a second too short--before shifting his scrutiny to his overall appearance. She was very deliberate about it, making no effort to hide the fact that she was, well, checking him out.
"You don't socialize much, do you?" Her question asked more for confirmation of what she already knew rather than a true answer. "Well, we can fix that." She turned to him, offering a hand expectantly.
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Lisette waited in silent patience, waiting for Constantine to decide what he wanted to do. She had no real preference; there were pros and cons to either option. She smiled at his choice, gently placing her hand into his outstretched one.
She laughed softly, and said, "I probably should have mentioned that I'm not very good at social dancing, so we might have to take this a little slowly. I promise I'll learn quickly though. It can't be that hard compared to ballet, right?" The girl looked up, meeting his eyes, hoping for an answer in the affirmative. She was really hoping not to make a fool out of herself today, so she let him lead her, offering no resistance and simply following him.
(OOC: sorry for short posts D:)
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Post by Redgrim on Mar 21, 2017 19:26:46 GMT -5
Cade very briefly examined Serenity’s hair as he only recently noticed the changes. He was normally one to admire a woman’s natural beauty and comment on it, though that was normally restricted to sexual partners and ones that he felt would enjoy the compliment. He wasn’t sure why, but he never really made much note of Serenity’s physical appearance. Perhaps it was an issue of her being blind and commenting on how she looks would be like bragging about how good ice cream tasted to someone who was lactose intolerant. Probably not all that similar, it was still weird in his mind though. There was brief hesitation from Cade when Serenity further approached him. From past experience, he knew that Serenity didn’t get so intimate with her touching unless she was, one, drunk or, two, trying to get closer to him in order to brutally toss him into a wall or try to bite his lip off. He allowed it though, under the circumstances that they were in a public place, she was on the job, and the headmistress had warned Serenity the last time she acted out against him. Legally speaking, he was as safe as he could be. “If my competition is crappy cocktails and a clichéd box of chocolates, then I would hardly call it a challenge. Frankly, if that’s all it took to win you over, I would probably lose all respect for you. Although, at that point I would probably just take it as you choosing the other suitor in spite of me. In that case, you’d more so be the loser than I. In roughly five years you’d probably find yourself in a suburb with nothing to talk about other than the weather and how hunky dory the last episode of The Bold and The Beautiful was” he mused as his eyes lingered on the dancefloor for a second to take note of how many of the students were migrating toward it. “I mean, I could be that sadistic if you want. It could be an experiment of patience to see how many times I could say ‘I heart you’, ‘2 cool’, or ‘I think ur cute’ before you either throw up or deck me in the face. Personally, I prefer the ones that suggest sex positions” Cade explained as he nodded his head with a logical face. “Probably not your speed though” he added with a quirk of his brow and a stroke of his peach fuzz beard. --- --- --- Esha was not incredibly accustomed to duet dances. That didn’t necessarily make her nervous about the prospect though, but it was a bit unusual when Chase clung to her body in the way that he did. Back home, most who knew her would probably avoid such close contact due to her being gifted and the quills that were normally on her body. She made sure to thoroughly shave those off beforehand, so that wouldn’t be much of a worry for the evening, unless Chase accidentally got on the wrong side of her hair that is. She broke a subtle smile to the boy as he excused himself of his dancing beforehand. “You’ll do fine” she answered rather easily. While their first dance probably seemed like an important part of their relationship, Esha didn’t really see it as much. If anything, it made for more of an apology for all they had been through between the time they first met and now. It could make for a good bookend, but she was well aware that there was going to be more between them. Hopefully they could put the whole idea of the two of them in a relationship behind them, Esha was still in dire need of finding a suitor sooner rather than later. Esha wasn’t familiar with the style of dancing that Chase was trying to perform, so she merely followed his lead. All things considered, it was probably a bad idea. Once they got moving, Esha spied on Graham and Marina momentarily, noting that the other woman was watching them as well, albeit briefly. Her head honed back on its previous position and looked up at Chase yet again. With a countenance that spelled concern, she asked “what are you doing here, Chase?” in a tone that equally exemplified her amount of concern. She also spoke softly so that their conversation would not be so easily spied on. It was a question that she had been eager to get an answer to all evening. In order to keep their guise of dancing, Esha also placed her hand on her partner’s waist, though as it got close she hesitated momentarily due to slight anxiety toward setting off the were-beast inside of him. Previous interactions made her uncertain of where she could touch him, but given his current touchiness she supposed it was safe to complete the gesture. “You have been… avoiding people so long. Now you are here at this uh- party, why?” she continued as her worrisome eyes gazed into his. She felt like she already knew the answer, though she was hoping that it wasn’t the truth. It was hard enough for her to ease him into understanding her position last time. --- --- --- As Stella sat down at her table, a waiter briskly approached the table and placed a tray down which included a few items of interest. Those being, two glasses of champagne, a fancy set of roses, and a lovely note with some nonsensical purple prose and Dirk’s name at the bottom with a swanky signature. Might be clue number one that the gift was not actually from Dirk himself. The waiter bowed his head slightly and then walked away once more. In the meantime, the insectoid instructor drifted through the ballroom at a leisurely pace, though due to her advanced eyes she was capable of keeping track of almost everything that was going on. All things considered, she should probably be doing a better job at chaperoning considering that in the time that she looked away, a screeching monkey had appeared. It could be a student though, so she decided not to bother with it. Between all the shapeshifters around campus, a wild animal appearing out of nowhere was not an uncommon sight. As she began to settle at her next vantage point, standing near the DJ and his booth, she continued to watch how relations between Dirk and the other specimen were going. It seemed that they were moving to the table as planned. It would only be a matter of time before one of them takes a curious sip out of the champagne bottles, and if it was Dirk then just about everyone was going to be in for quite the surprise. While she was spying on the students though, she made sure to eye the musical line up that the DJ had going on. She was unimpressed. She might have to assume direct control in order to get the dancers really moving. At the moment, they all seemed like they had been shot with a tranquilizer dart and the effects were starting to settle in. The students needed a memorable night.
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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 Mar 21, 2017 21:03:00 GMT -5
The now monke-fied Knell spent a moment staring at the hands he had raised above his head, experimentally bending his now flesh-and-blood fingers. Everything about this new body was so alien to the Limbo god. Worst of all was being able to smell, in all his time around insignificant insects he had not once thought that mortals could smell worse than they looked. It took all of the primates resolve to stop himself from bashing his head into the floor until he could no longer smell the wretched worm scents. A god like himself needed to handle the situation in a more proper manner.
He ignored the girls question and leaped up onto the nearest table, making a wobbly dash for a plate that had a piece of cake resting atop. Several people voiced their disapproval as they beheld the god of bananas making his way across the surface. He was undeterred by their crude remarks, knowing that he was within his right to take whatever he wanted from these lesser beings. Without any hesitation Knell snatched it away from whoever it had belonged too, nabbing a napkin as well on his way back to the cursed archer.
Once he was again standing in front of Delia Knell help up a single finger as if to single that he needed a moment for something. Then, combining the artistic capabilities of a gaseous cloud and a primate, he set to work writing a phrase on the napkin using icing from the piece of cake he had stolen. Once finished, the barely legible note had only three words written on it: 'CHANGE KNELL BACK
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Post by dappled on Mar 26, 2017 23:18:23 GMT -5
felicity
"That must be the best compliment I've ever received." A grin tugged at the corners of her ruby-painted lips. All right, she could at least admit he was charismatically entertaining, but she'd take those words to her grave over giving him a genuine compliment. That just wasn't in her nature. Her plot to gain the upperhand in the argument almost immediately backfired. 'Miss Felicity' wasn't specific enough to determine what kind of person he was interested in? The latter part of his words she could wholeheartedly agree with, Forest’s student body wasn’t the brightest set of bulbs, but there was something markedly different about his first sentence. Was this... Flirting? The topic was too gray of an area to find a concrete answer, and that bothered her to no end. Facts and figures were static, perfectly exact and defined, but unfortunately, romantic endeavors didn't follow a rigid structure, and that left the intellectual in the dark. Why couldn’t people just be straightforward with their emotions, and suffer the consequences of being humiliated? If someone chooses to feel romantically attracted to someone, then it’s up to them to face it head on and save the rest of the world from confusion. If Felicity assumed that he was flirting, she risked looking desperate if he wasn’t. Besides, she’d grown so used to the fact that she was a disagreeable bitch that someone pursuing her seemed out of the question. So, she made the executive decision right then and there; she'd play it off "coolly." Easier said than done. Now that she’d made this revelation, the space between them felt tensely close. Even the little physical contact they had, his hand on her waist and hers laid across his chest, tingled uncomfortably to the touch. She desperately fought to resist the rising color in her cheeks, and her alabaster skin only worked against her in this case. "Now that’s something I can agree with, Foresta’s filled with imbeciles," she answered, actively avoiding his gaze but speaking confidently nonetheless, "But what makes you think you’d mesh with a brainiac, surfer-boy? If you’re looking for nerds, you’re going to have to spend less time frolicking on the beach and more time glued to your textbook in the library. I know, seems like a waste of time, but sometimes the things you want require great sacrifices." Athleticism wasn’t Felicity’s strong suit, and by the time she realized just how long they’d been dancing, it was already too late. Fatigue dislodged her foot from their steady rhythm and began to drag her body to the floor. She acted in an instant, curling her fingers around Braedyn’s shoulders and pulling herself towards him just enough to regain her footing. As if this whole night couldn’t be more embarrassing. Luckily the move wouldn’t be too obvious to the other partygoers, but surely Braedyn would be able to point it out. Her pulse beat rapidly against his, and she had to make a conscious effort to maintain some level of composure. Once she reestablished the room between them, she spoke in a valiant attempt to smooth things over, "So, erm… Are you enjoying yourself? I don’t really understand the novelty of these functions."
chase
The room was practically sparkling. Esha was glowing from head to toe, and her words buzzed and flitted softly around the room in pleasant vibrations. Her sweet breath fanned out across his cheeks, and he was enveloped in euphoria. She’d even dared to put her hand gingerly on his waist. And, to top it all off, his dancing wasn't too bad, only falling victim to the occasional misstep. Then, she spoke the words that were probably on both of their minds, "What are you doing here, Chase?" The question was softly inquisitive and laced with concern, but it was jarringly abrupt in his dreamy haze. He took a moment to ponder an answer while he let the question hang heavily between them. How could he answer this reasonably? Did he even have a logical answer for this? His hands lingered on her waist, curving carefully to the gentle contours of her body. Even the best of dreams had to come to an end. "I.. Uh," he started, swiping his tongue over his lips, ”I think I could ask myself the same question, but, if I’m gonna be honest, I was hoping you’d be here.” It wasn’t exactly a confession, but admitting that aloud still drove knots of tension into his chest, "I know you said that we should keep our distance, but, I don’t know, I just… Didn’t you feel some sort of… Something that day in the forest?" His eyes fervently searched hers, and for those few instances, the anxiety of the situation was swallowed by desperation, "I mean, you’re one of the only two people who have ever been able to calm me down, and I don’t feel like I have to fight to act casually around you. It’s.. Unreal, Esha. I never, ever get to experience that, and then suddenly you come around and it's second nature. I don't have those urges all the time. Really, and I mean this when I say it, it’s…" The words died at the edges of his lips, and Chase could only manage a sad, wistful smile. How could he possibly convey these complex feelings to her? If anything, this erred on the side of creepy, right? Maybe that was the unfortunate truth of romance. Chase felt compelled to backtrack just a bit to soften the intensity of his words, "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying." Perhaps if he just blamed it on a hormonal spike or the beast gaining access to his words, he could smooth things over if she was freaked out. Hell, he wouldn't blame her.
iris
Still recovering from the effects of using her powers, Iris masked the mild discomfort under a sheepish smile. Eris seemed to be somewhat entertained, even if he wasn't the most emotive person. His subtle joy manifested as a pale streak of yellow on his elbow, and her smile brightened. Maybe deviating from her painfully shy ways had its benefits. Luckily, Eris began to explain his own ability and dragged the weight of the conversation off of the girl. It was a saving grace. She listened thoughtfully as he explained the circumstances of his powers. He was a puppeteer of some sort, and the souls of the puppets lived... In his head? "A-A-Are you t-t-t-talking t-t-to them r-r-right now?" she asked, perplexed by the idea. To her, having an entire group of people at your beck and call seemed like the ideal life. It was almost like having a portable family that could give you input and support whenever you needed it. Her heart sank with a tinge of envy, but she cast the thought away as quickly as it had come up. Instead, her gaze was drawn to his hand, "You can try and take it off, if you like." The entire concept of the ring and his abilities were just getting more and more fascinating, and Iris couldn't get enough. She extended both of her hands to clasp gently around his own. After a few careful tugs of the ring, she was convinced of its permanence, her eyes perceptibly widening at the thought. "W-W-Woah," she breathed, running her fingertips along the upper side of his finger and over the bump of the ring, "Th-Th-Th-That's... S-S-S-So cool." Questions fled to the forefront of her brain and spilled from her lips in hurried, fragmented lines, "S-S-So were y-y-y-you born with the r-r-ring? A-A-A-And wh-wh-what are the o-o-other souls like? D-D-D-Do they a-a-a-all g-g-get along? The more questions she asked, the more impassioned she became. Witnessing his abilities firsthand had definitely sparked her interest. And, seeing how little people she interacted with, she was going to take advantage of the ones she did while at Foresta. Having a more extensive knowledge of other people's powers might just help her figure out her own. She'd started to apply pressure to Eris's hand that wasn't entirely uncomfortable, but still felt unintentionally intimate. Intense color stained her cheeks, and she withdrew her grip immediately, "O-O-Oh, u-u-um... S-S-S-S-Sorry.."
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