Dance with the OC above you 💃

"Arra, ain't it Mr. Pourife!" Míriel called out to him, running in his direction and opening her arms for a hug. The sun had just set, and the girl was currently at a festival at the town square. There was noise all around them - people chatting, music playing - it was such a lively atmosphere. Míriel felt glad to see a familiar face midst the festivity since she was by herself; she had invited Allen earlier, but he told her he didn't do very well at outdoor parties.

"It's so nice to see you here! Did you come for the festival?" She asked out on a whim, though the most likely scenario was that he was just passing by while on his way home. "Oh yeah! If you're interested in buying more flowers, just drop by the shop, 'kay?"

All of sudden, an announcer grabbed a microphone and invited everyone to start dancing. Not any dance in particular: everyone was incentivated to dance the way they could. The smile on Míriel's face grew wider, and she looked at M. Pourife with sparkles in her eyes. "Dancin'! Do you wanna dance with me?" That question was out of the blue, perhaps. "I can't dance, but it sounds fun! It's just for a little while, 'kay?"

Regardless of his answer, Míriel had dragged M. Pourife closer to the other dancers and she started dancing... something, though it was mostly her clumsily swaying her arms while hopping and spinning around. True to her word, she couldn't dance at all.

(I finally got it cacklecacklecackle)

Upon feeling something press against her back, Zinnia whipped her head around to glance down at the large Bastiodon.

"Oh, hello again, baby!" Zinnia squeaked, cupping her hands around Tabby's cheeks and rubbing them with her palm. Now, she had toned out the soft music playing in the background, more focused on the dinosaur smacking her lips. She bent her knees slightly so she could be at the dinosaur's eye level.

"Nice try, silly, but I saw that. My dress isn't food," she continued to coo, briefly glancing at her side before standing back up. She then walked over to the opposite side of the room, gathering up a small handful of berries.

"You know what? Come on sweetie! Over here, girl! Come on!" Zinnia grinned, briefly patting her free hand against thighs in an attempt to gain the Bastiodon's attention. After Tabby arrived and wolfed down the berries, the teenager let out a giggle as she clambered onto her knees and wrapped her arms around Tabby's neck. Letting out a deep exhale, Zinnia began nodding along to the ambience, briefly interjecting with some quiet humming. The teenager then shifted her body in front of Tabby so that she could lift up her large paws, her smile growing as she gently bounced them in her hands.

"Mmh, good girl," Zinnia cooed, hesitating before leaning in and resting her forehead against Tabby's.

Fire dancing is dancing I'm OP of this thread but don't kill me you all.

Every health and safety inspector knew that, what Roswell was allowing on his premises, was far from safe let alone healthy. Fire hazards... Those were a pain in the butt sometimes. In the middle of the small courtyard of the Old Chapel (that was partly made of stone, partly made of wood :-) ) stood Euchariah. Jesters were something from the time before Roswell. But that didn't mean that the leidsman could appreciate a clown from time to time. Maybe it was his nostalgia for the circus he'd travels within his youth. Maybe because Roswell was part clown himself. Still, no clown Roswell had ever meet, could do...well this.

Euchariah was juggling flaming sticks. 4 of them to be exact. The jester his movements we're as fluid as water, his hands skilled in its performance. With ease, the pyromaniac clown threw and catches the sticks that were literally on fire. Roswell could only stare in awe. His hands itches. Throwing some lit torches should be....so hard right? Even he could do it..roi? 

"Alroight, alright sprung, das enough, " the old gentleman thief said while hoping slightly closer to Euchariah. "Oi mean for now, yer performance, it's distracting me employers." For one, employers was a big word. Kraker's, as his thieves we're called, we're most often just kids and hobos who knew how too cut a cord or two. But, Roswell was right about the distracted argument. The whole courtyard and some of the(again: wooden!) Rooftops of the old Chapel were filled with Krakers that enjoyed the show. "Besides, " Roswell said grabbing one of the sticks.. oh hot! "Everyone could do stunts loike dese, " bold words for an old man with one eye. Roswell three the stick up high and felt his gut twist. 

With a soft 'plof' the torch landed in one of the many dry wood bushes surrounding the Old Chapel. Setting it ablaze. 

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God I love her

Before Roswell can react, he is pulled off his chair and onto the dance floor by the woman who just approached him. She is surprisingly strong for a lady. She pulls him to the middle of the floor. Tahlia grabs his other hand and brings her face very close to his.
Can you dance? if not, you just follow my lead.
as the music starts, Tahlia puts roswells left hand on her hip, then puts her right on his shoulder. she sways a little bit to see if he's following and then pulls him along for a waltz.
Not bad, sir. you seem to have experience. You are giving this lady quite a surprise.
she smiles and looks around at the other dancers.
I have an idea. What do you think about showing off a little?
She pauses for a moment
With those muscles, I'm sure you can manage a lift
Tahlia makes a few very wide sways around her, clearing out some space on the dance floor for some more daring moves. Tahlia steps up their show, incorporating jumps and hops into their sways. People around them have noticed and some even stop just to watch. The band has also noticed and syncs their music to the show. 
Ready? here we go!
Tahlia twirls underneath Roswells hand then leans down onto his other arm. she grabs it, and in one swoop he lifts her up just as the music reaches its climax. She then slowly descents as the music dies and stops.
People applaud
Well, this was fun. Thank you for this dance mister van Breek. let's do this again sometime.
She smiles and curtsies. then walks off the dance floor

As the music plays and blares in the background, a strange figure with a twisted grin holds out a bladed glove. He quickly notices he's holding his weapon and he takes it off and ties it to his belt. Before he smiles again, holding his right hand and chuckles.*
"Don't be Afraid!~ C'mon let me take this dance.~"

As Tahila reluctanly takes his hand, he smiles as he pulls her to her fight, the song easy and soft much like Swing Music, he holds his waist and her hand, twirling her around.
"Having Fun!~ Hope you're not afraid!!~"

Tahila would be twirled around and spun below holding her head, and brushing her hair before making his move.
"Dance with me until the Night ends, Huh?~"
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Follow-up! 
Hibiki tabs his bladed glove on his chin as if he's thinking, it should be noted that he contain a decent amount of scars on his face whether it's self-inflicted from his careless bladed glove or from external sources are unknown, he does however smile as the woman tells him to put down his weapon, though it made him wonder. He does kindly as the woman asks to do so, and he's fine with it. He allows the woman to ponder her thoughts for a bit, as Hibiki tended to wander around in his own mind a lot too. It would be rude to interrupt her internal conversation, though as soon as she mentions she would like to 'jig' with Hibiki his eyes light up in a scary though happy kind of way.
"You'll dance... dance.. dan-..."

He goes quiet, nobody has ever really bothered to get to understand or even really know the psycho, and he was almost sure that his run-down look and somewhat scary apperance would have caused her to run away in abousalte terror. Oh! She must be crazy as well! She just does a better job hiding it!
"You'll dance with me!! AMAZING!!!"
His face then goes deadpan as he ignores her rants about a slug, he lost his intrest with a slippery bug thing a while ago. He then pulls her in, and twirls her around. He cackles into the night as he does so.

"T-then!! Let's Dance with the Devil, Missy!!!"

Post 69 is mine baby

 Jack's hand rested on Rochester's shoulder.
Tension.
It lingered above the two as a thick, suffocating blanket.
The dance Jack less Rochester it was best described as a watered-down version of the waltz. Their hands rested on the waltz position, but the steps were less coordinated. Free and uncontrolled.
Every rich dead Waltz-choreographer would turn in their graves if they saw them dance.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Jack said. A small smile locked on his face while making some quick steps.
"But, that's maybe because I haven't been outside for a week," he added in a mutter. "Did I miss something?" Uh well, Mary. But that's fine.
"I don't know what's going on in this village," Jack said. His voice dropping to a lower whisper, while his gaze flashed away from her. He bit his underlip as he added: "act neutral." Jack's gaze switched back to Rochester's as he gives her shoulder an unintentional squeeze. Still an uncomfortably strong werewolf, squeeze. But it almost felt as if Jack tried to steady himself. Using Rochester as his anchor. "There People are watching," he finally explained. He frowned at the sarcastic remark already forming on Rochester's lip as he, subtle, shook his head. "People not from here."

Jack made a half turn, so both of them got a good look at these strangers. A few men and woman in brown coats. Heavy leathery small shoulder capes that verge both shoulders and fakkles. Fire.
It was no coincident that both he and Mary we're both saying away from fire. A method often used by...Witch-hunters.
"Shit,' Jack plainly stated underneath his breath, leading Rochester away from them, to the opposite of the crowd.
"Whatever secret you're concealing for all of us Rochester, you better hide it better now those guys are in town," he said. "Though I doubt they mind tax-fraud." 

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THESE TWO AAH MY HEART

Oh boy, I wrote a whole ton. Spoilerizing due to the length!

"Ohoho, my good chap, I wish I could trade places with you," Xander said. He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. The old man seemed to be more stressed as usual. Less well rested. Even his steps through the long corridors of the empty opera-house seemed more hastily then usual.
"Oh don't get me wrong chap, I hope you can observe the krōs that nest here, or well, outside the opera-house in the private garden, with some peace at least. I've heard you had quite a stressfull week yourself but, ah-," Xander paused. "But welI I can't stay long. I got a lot of my plate right now. Preparations, politics. Missing my horse. The usual," Xander explained.
Now that there was no show going on, the big theater house felt empty. Burdensome. The heels of their boots making soft clacking noises while walking.
"I've told the staff that you're allowed to be here, there should be no hassle. If there is just, just send them my way," Xander said. He adjusted the glasses on his nose. As if he wasn't stressed enough already.

While chitchatting (Xander was telling Fitzgerald the history of the old theater house, one of the few buildings that survived a great fire roughly 500 years ago,) they passed a small practice room.
The gramophone in there was still playing. Thank the Void not one of Xander's songs or the singer's steps would gained even móre speed. For such a famous singer, the old man did had a distaste for his own voice. Or at least, hearing it getting played back to him on a crackly gramophone. Relatable.
But instead of walking away, Xander paused his steps. He listened to the music, an old record of an orchestra. No vocals. "Someone probably forgot to turn the thing off," Xander mussed. Not sure if he was talking to himself or Fitzgerald at this point.

He beckoned Fitzgerald to follow him as he walked into the room. "It's a Galop-piece," Xander explained. He walked over to the gramophone but let his hand hoover above the gramophone needle. It was true that Xander had a busy schedule.
"Have you ever learned the Krett-Galop?" he asked. "No?"
But.. In hindsight maybe, the both of them could use a break now.
"That can't be, it's a ballroom dance and a quite popular one at that," Xander said. Slowly removing his hand from the needle without moving it.  He laughed.
"It's what the kids call neat-o, these days. Oh! I can learn you the basics, it's quiet easy. If you have the time." Xander said. "You'll be blowing people out of their socks with these gran'-moves." Stop with the slangs old man.
"Or you can show it to the krōs in a bit. I'm sure they can appropriate it young sir," he joked.

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"Oh I would love too," Xander said. Allowing Shirya to lead him in this dance the two of them where having.
"You know,"Xander said. His gaze fixated on his own feet that had some trouble keeping up with the lighter steps of the kitsune. "I never have seen this dance before," He smiled. Big and bright. Did he love learning things from other cultures, especially well..Theater related. Have you seen him? Xander was a theater-kid through and through.
"How is it called!? "

Shirya held her katana at her hip, feeling the blade before sheathing it. Dancing was never really any of her pros or cons...But, she headed into a back alleyway, sliding her paws on the ground before beginning to dance, hearing another person come near was terrifying, though she erased her fear and held out her paw. "Would you like to dance with me?" She smiled, starting to do the same as before, each paw step and glide fitting together like the seasons going into one another. 

A slide on the ground with her paw, a twirl of her kimono's ruffles, and her katana giving her a little bit of balance. Shirya was almost perfect at this in her terms, which is surprising... Well, no music was playing on the outside, but she heard it on the inside, slowly taking Xander's arm in her paw and closing her eyes, dancing the same way as she did with him.

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Hng May I add that Shirya and kid dancing is pure as hECK

Although Allen was reluctant to invite a stranger to dance, he found himself offering a hand to Kid. She's standing there all alone, and you're not doing anything anyway; you might as well dance with her, was the argument that was thrown at him. In fact, Allen was looking for someone else midst the crowd, and perhaps Kid was doing the same, but it seemed they had to stay in each other's company for a few minutes... That could be a distraction, and perhaps, by the time it was over, he'd find who he was looking for.

Being raised in high class, Allen was pretty good at ballroom dancing; so he guided the young woman slowly and gracefully - though it was nothing fancy, just basic steps. The quiet young man didn't voice a word to Kid nor maintained eye contact with her - maybe for the best; they were strangers, after all, and Allen would feel even more awkward if he tried starting a conversation. No matter how many times he was made to dance with strangers, he never got used to it.

So, after a few minutes, the music ceased. Allen let go of the young woman's hands and took a step back, politely bowing to her before making his way to the door, looking for some fresh air...