Dance with the OC above you 💃

Posted 3 years, 11 months ago (Edited 3 years, 3 months ago) by fizzelston

Fizz making a forum game!? Shocking. I know!
If this one is already made let me know i'll lock the tread, but the general idea of this game is well.. Dancing! It doesn't have to be romantic not even platonic!
The rules are simple,

  • Your oc dances with the one above! Surprising I know.
  • You don't have to describe every movement, every twirl, but put some afford in it. (So no: "he looked at her, they danced and with a smile he left.")
  • Please no NSFW or violent stuff. If you really want to go dark please black it out. Like this!
  •  You can post again after 2 replies, or if 12 hours have passed. 
  • Please fill in your claim in 22hours. I'll try to send you a reminder after ±10 h. We want to keep the game flowing!  If you fail to do so your post gets skipped.
ex,
Oc: (Starts)
OC 2: "Let's light up this party, just you and me babe! Let's dance" *With some cool 90's background music*
OC 3: Ufhg, I despise you. I loath you. I bet I can beat you in a breakdance stand off >:'( *And so she did*.

Want to sing instead? This thread is for you!
Caelestis Solaestial

  THE ABSOLUTE CUTIE OK,, 😭💗


It was ecstasy. There was little else to describe the elegance and wonder of the ballroom, with seemingly countless sophisticated figures dancing to and fro, twisting and turning to the rhythm of the music. The room itself could only be described as a dazzling mix of gold, marble, and glamour. Life at its very finest felt an understatement, and to Caelestis, it was.

"A heavy burden to carry at such an age, but you seem to handle it well," he commented breathlessly amidst the lively, rhythmic movements of the waltz. The celestial had merely taken a break from the dancing to instead to mingle for a bit, as no matter how much he may wish so, even he hadn't the stamina to dance ceaselessly the entire while. Once encountering the gold merchant however, there was an introduction, and he soon only found himself circling through the ballroom once more nonetheless. To decline an invitation to dance was nearly unheard of for him after all, but even no matter, there was a delight in the floor itself that simply could not be resisted.

Even just from the scarce interaction the two had had as of yet, Jan-Paul's ego was difficult to ignore, but somehow, rather in a manner that Caelestis found himself feeding it in spite of everything. The confidence with which he spoke and carried himself, with then the bits of awkwardness mixed in, was all oddly endearing in a way. Although even while not taking the man quite seriously, there was still a respect Caelestis couldn't help but hold as well, for despite his amusing demeanor, his feats were all still fact.

After a twirl that spun Caelestis away, and a brief chassé back, he continued the dialogue. "Although I have only heard so much, unfortunately, and I would be enjoyed to hear more if possible. Firsthand, nonetheless!" He habitually chuckled, although it was a bit more difficult than usual amidst the pace of the dancing. A step away and one towards once more, a slower twirl, and his palm settled on Jan-Paul's shoulder as the movements calmed to the more typical repetition. "In fact, you're the host of this very gathering, are you not? An honor even it is to be dancing as we are at this moment. And truly, I can't help but appreciate your skill as well, although I would surely expect no less from someone as fine as you." And so, perhaps unsurprisingly, subtle flirtations were soon mixed in with the already excessively ceaseless praise.

Eventually, the music slowed, and it felt a good time if any to end the dance. In parting, Caelestis finished with a cheerful smile, "Do let me know whenever you may plan another of these. It always has been one of my greatest pleasures in life, but admittedly, I would also welcome such a fine opportunity to run into you again even regardless."


and the follow-upppp

To see Wraith of all people walk on stage and begin performing a dance was rather unsurprisingly, not the highest on Caelestis' mental list of expectations that night. Considering the circumstances behind their first meeting, he could only assume that the shifter was here for a similar reason to what had brought him there back then. The host of the event was a curious one, after all, and Caelestis himself had largely come here for a chance to find out more. There needn't be more incentive than that for him, but the nature of the event in addition had drawn him in all the more. In addition, there was also simply a sense of tension and suspense—something that told him he wanted to be here.

Caelestis watched the performance with intrigue, noticing how the shifter made use of his combat skills in a way that truly did appear like a merely particularly action-inspired routine. It suited Wraith, he thought, and couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed when the song eventually died down and the dance was over. After Wraith left the stage, Caelestis quickly began maneuvering through the crowd to approach him. Conveniently, it seemed the next activity was a partner dance, and he got to the shifter just in time for the idea to pass through his head. "Wraith!" He greeted enthusiastically after a tap on the other's arm. "What a coincidence." After exchanging greetings, he wasted no time to grab Wraith's hand and drag him off to the dance floor. A waltz was an opportunity like no other, and Caelestis would never let it past himself to miss out on this nearly unheard of chance to dance such a thing with Wraith of all people, specifically.

Once the two stopped walking, Wraith, unsurprisingly, expressed his lack of experience in the subject matter. Turning towards him, the celestial replied with a chuckle, "I'm not surprised. But no worries, I can guide you through it, although as I do prefer following, it may be a bit more indirectly than most ideal. It needn't be a complex thing, however, and even so, you may step on my feet all you like if must be." And so, Caelestis placed Wraith's hand at his back, his own on the other's shoulder, the remaining two hands in one another, and began carefully stepping and swaying to the music. The shifter's clumsiness with the movements was evident, but Caelestis was merely grateful for how much far worse it could have been, as even despite the comment about feet-stepping, it did always interrupt the moment a bit, naturally.

Eventually, Wraith spoke up questioning what had brought him here. "Curiosity. But also intuition I suppose, that something eventful may happen, and I would rather not be absent to miss it. Although merely the opportunity for dancing as well, admittedly." After a few moments, he added, "And you?" 

Without an immediate answer, and instead a spin and a dip that Caelestis enjoyed all too much, he understood what the other was likely waiting to say. Beyond the dancing itself, there was a thrill to be found in quietly muttering one's ulterior motivations to one another all the while. He soon received his whispered reply nonetheless, the dancing continued, and as Wraith seemed to be growing a bit more accustomed to the movements, Caelestis was finding himself more satisfyingly lost in the moment until
 only a few seconds later, the music merely stopped.

Caelestis' gaze drifted towards the obvious cause while raising an eyebrow in clearly expressed irritation. That target, huh? At this point, he was mostly disappointed at the dance having so suddenly ended, and found himself suddenly caring a whole lot less about who exactly this man was, why he was a target, and whether Wraith would be able to succeed at eliminating him. At the shifter's attempted comforting words, he could only smile however, and inwardly cheer him on. Our dance, though, he mentally corrected. There was then a moment where he wondered the extent of hole had been digging himself into all this while, as he began to acknowledge that perhaps Wraith's cluelessness truly was merely a lack of interest in addition. In which case, he may have already dug too deep, and his expression fell once more to a frown as Wraith looked away to focus on the announcement. This was going to be a problem for him, wasn't it...?

Wraith Stormheart SpiritdragonRyuu

Spoilered for length, hope you enjoy. ^.=.^

Out of all of the things Wraith had done to get near a target, this was probably the most humiliating, okay.....maybe the singing thing came in close, but this.....oh boy.

Whilst gathering information on his target he found out they were hosting a sort of dancing event and the best dancers got to meet the man himself. Begrudgingly the shifter signed up to the showcase event, resisting the urge to smack his head against a brick wall as he did so. He didn't know a think about dancing.....he tapped his fingers against his arm, oh well....gonna have to improvise. 

And so the dreadful night came, Wraith walked in the building with his hood up not really wanting to be seen, but he soon had to reveal himself when the showcase started and soon enough he was called up. Sighing and groaning internal he got up on stage, he had seen the others do elegant and somewhat peaceful dances, one of the reasons he decided to go the opposite direction, he wanted (not really), to stand out and get the attention of his target. As the music started, he didn't notice a familiar face in the crowd. His dance was a mixture of aggression and surprising dexterity and light footedness, a lot of the dance was inspired from his fighting skills, attacks, dodges, breaking grapples and some of his parkour like skills but along with the music, it fitted together well and looked like a solid choreography routine. (Pretty similar to this with the same song, though Wraith is dancing solo xD.) The crowd seemed impressed by the change of energy as he walked off the stage, well that was a promising start. He heard another song being put on, the showcase now over, he saw people pairing off to dance together and decided that it was best to sit this one out, no point in getting randomly selected as a dance partner for a stranger.

It was then he felt a hand on his arm, turning he was surprised to see Caelestis, well he didn't expect to see him here. "Oh, hi again." Wraith said turning fully to face him. Oh gods, did Caelestis see him dance......he hoped not.....no....he totally did. He soon found himself being pulled back onto the dancefloor, surprisingly there wasn't much protest from the shifter, after all he had done all of this to fit in with the crowd, he was just thankful he knew his dance partner, though.....given the music that was playing, Wraith wasn't confident, his performance only worked because he could disguise his fighting abilities as a dance, but the slow, waltz like nature of the song that was now playing, he couldn't do that.....he had nothing.

"I'll be honest." Wraith said quietly to Caelestis. "I have no idea what I am doing." He admitted, hoping that the other could help him. Luckily his companion seemed fine with the fact Wraith had two left feet when it came to "normal" dancing. The normally agile shifter was quite clumsy when trying to dance, especially with  a partner, but luckily he didn't step on Caelestis' feet which was a good thing. His brow was furrowed slightly in concentration, he was just thankful that his golden eyed friend was being patient with him. As they dance, Wraith kept a eye out for anything suspicious, nothing yet. His attention turned back to Caelestis. "So what brings you here?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly, his expression showing a brief glimpse of confusion.

After Caelestis answered he asked Wraith why he was here as well. The shifter looked around as the dance continued, spinning Caelestis which turned into a dip and then back up before whispering the answer in his ear, not wanting anyone to overhear his reason. "After a target." He said lowly. Within a couple of seconds the music stopped and the sound of doors drew everyone's attention. A large man, about 6'2ft in height, stepped out of some double doors followed by about four guards. "Specifically that target." He whispered to Caelestis as he kept a hand on his companions shoulder as they stood side by side. Wraith did not like the look of the target, he knew that they were here to announce the winner of the showcase, if Wraith had won, he needed to figure out what the deal was with this guy and what his weaknesses were, if Wraith didn't win the dance competition, he would have to think of something else to eliminate the target. Wraith glanced back at Caelestis who seemed a bit disappointed that the dance had ended so suddenly. The shifter really wasn't good at making others feel better, so he said the only thing he could think of "I'll make sure he gets a slap on the wrist for interrupting your dance." He said quietly, he would make sure the target would get more than a slap but his wording seemed to bring a smile back to Caelestis's face. After Wraith squeezed his companions shoulder before dropping his hand, his expression narrowing into a focused and calculating one as he listen to what the host of the event had to say.

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Haha, at least En's having fun ^.=.^ 

Follow Up:

Wraith was relieved that En was feeling better enough to move, he watched En began speaking of heading back to his friends and wanting Wraith to guide him back. The shifter gave a nod, before walking back into the city with his friend, the pair of them on high alert as their eyes scanned every dark corner they passed, waiting for someone to launch out of the shadows and attack. Wraith ear's caught a distance sound, one of bustling crowds, music and stall owners calling out to potential customers. Strange, Wraith couldn't think of why there was a celebration in the city. He heard En saying they should check it out and before the shifter gave an answer the young prince was already gone from his side. Sighing, Wraith followed suit, trailing behind En like a shadow, he couldn't help but notice his companion was looking at the all the food; he wasn't too surprise for breakfast they had a simple porridge, pretty standard in Thorn's territory, but it lack flavour so the intrigue and smell of other foods was understandable. 

The shifter snapped to attention when he saw someone grab En, one corner of his lip raised into a snarl as he quickly followed, his body tensing up ready for a fight. However the scarred man stopped on the edge of the space that was being used for dancing. His shoulders slumped in relief, En hadn't been attacked or kidnapped, just pulled into the circle to dance. As Wraith watched, he couldn't help but smile slightly, glad to see En back to his usual optimistic and cheerful self. However that smile turned into one of concern when the prince grabbed Wraith's arm and pulled him into the circle insisting that he danced as well. 

"Eerrr...fun?" He said one eyebrow raised as if the word itself was foreign to him, well in the shifters case, maybe it was.

He really didn't want to dance, one, he knew nothing about dancing, two, he would feel a lot more comfortable in the shadows and no in broad daylight, three, he didn't like the fact there were so many people in his blind spot. The hair on the back of his neck bristled at the thought and his body just locked up. En seemed to have no trouble dancing for the sake of having fun, but the shifter was having a much harder time; sure he had done it once or twice but only when he needed to in order to get closer to a target. Dancing for fun.....it just wasn't natural to Wraith. The shifter stay back, though kept a close eye on the white haired male just encase, when En approached Wraith again, the shifter ruffled his hair. "Come on twinkle toes, let's get you some food." He said with a smirk.

En Litari II PicklePantry

(I got secondhand embarrassment from this KEKEKEK)

     "I feel a lot better!" En said while rotating his arm. The bruises were still very much there and very vocal, but the rest of his wounds were manageable. "I'd better be getting back to my friends before they start tearing the town apart looking for me," he laughed, though there was a chance he wasn't kidding. "Do you think you can help guide me back?"
     The two were on edge, ready for any kind of ambush to hit them. There was an ambush, but not one they expected.
     Music, food, a heavy crowd. There was a festival this side of the city. There were different kinds of artworks on display, and all kinds of music playing. What was this celebrating, neither of them knew-- at least not En. He was enthralled, however. "We should check this out!" Whether Wraith agreed or not, the prince was already gone. He slid through the crowds to reach the food stalls, his mouth watering at all the different dishes he had. Oh! There were onion rings there! And fried... chicken?! Before he could dig around for some money, someone had dragged him away towards the center of the street, where others were dancing. He hesitated, but smiled and danced along. He wasn't exactly the best at it, just really swaying and waving his limbs around, but he seemed to have fun, at least enough to ignore his pains and worries.
     When he saw Wraith again, the prince perked and hurried over to grab his arm, ushering for him to join the dance. "Come on! It's fun!" he insisted. "It'll be good to loosen up after what happened. Come on! Just move around in place! Nobody will care!" He did so to emphasize it, just wiggling around without a thought. Nobody noticed, the few that did seemed to enjoy his dance and attempt to copy it.


You can reply to this version, his evil self, or older self!

5$ muichiro

Who exactly knew how a young prince from another kingdom landed himself in a kingdom of neon and escape. Whatever the reason, he was here now and there was, as usual, an evening ball to be had in the world of Synth. The occasion tonight was the weekend had finally arrived, a Friday had made its landing. Though parties and balls were more than common, the ones on the weekends were special. In Lancelot's culture, weekends signified a time to rejoice, or a couple of days where one could drop their mask of their usual self and enter the realm of being someone else. Costumes were a must in these times-- and unfortunately for En, he stood out among the crowds and crowds of individuals, not blending in with the week's theme. Potato sacks over the shoulders were so last month.

The stand-in heir to the throne cascades closer to the intruder, his face lined with gloss and hand-drawn stars. There's confusion evident in his features as he gives a small bow, then reaches to take En's hand. Now a waltz was always a waltz, no matter the universe, and he steps them both to the side gently, somehow making the movements work with the music. "You're a different face." Is quietly said, whispered near the smaller's ear. "I guess you didn't know about what everyone was supposed to be wearing." There's a pause in his sway and he paces backwards, delicately tugging his partner with him. "But if you'd like to stay, I can bring you to a dressing room to find something? If not, please don't feel the requirement to-" Weaving them through a small parting in other dancers, he turns their path to lead into a different direction. "Your face looked stressed is all." 

Xander Klingelhof fizzelston

Xander leaned forward. His fountain pen rested on his notebook. The ink started to slowly pool and leave marks all over the paper.
"My apologies for all my questioning," he said. Finally lifting up his pen and grimacing at the stains it left in his fingers. Then shook his head. "Can you tell me more about your kingdom, sir? I.. I think I can use it for one of my plays," he said. Xander had hung on Lancelot's lips since the prince had started talking. Too fascinated by the concept of a kingdom in the skies, no even above that, that he had forgotten to pen something down. Xander wasn't making that mistake again. He scribbled.

"It's just so intriguing to envision, sir," he said. Tapping the edge of his own against the stained notebook. "A city above the sky. No! A kingdom," Xander let out his breath.
"We don't see many stars here, and I was wondering if your kingdom was...different in that aspect, your majesty. As you live near them. Near the stars, I mean, sir." He eyed him. Then adjusted his glasses. "Pardon me for my direct questioning, but I was wondering sir, what do you guys eat? Drink? Celebrate?" Xander asked. "It's all for inspirational purposes, my dear friend, so don't feel obligated to answer all of my questions, of course not, sir," he rambled. Then smiled. "But I would love to know. Oh, Void, I would love to visit the kingdom one day sir," he said. Oblivious to the place's many faults and shortcomings. He smiled.

"I'm working on a stage play, sir. An opera. It's about a girl losing her way home stranding in a foreign world. Where things are different and new. It's all about, trying to fit in. Trying to make a home when you lost your previous one. A rather, difficult subject sir," Xander said. As he bit his lower lip. The older party then shook his head.
"But I don't want it all to be doom and gloom, people don't like that
 Right? So I've drafted this scene where she dances. And, Void. I was wondering if you, your majesty, had any ideas for the style?" Xander lay down his notebook.
"I'm apologizing in advance if my question is too forthcoming but, maybe you can show me, Sir Lancelot" Xander said. He beamed a smile. Xander got up and held out his hand towards the prince.
"I promise you that I'll try my best sir, to keep up with you, sir."

--

Me TH Fizz knowing that Toxic by Britney Spears is now going to be TH-AU canon in Krettwick as well

“Ah, it’s good that we have some time to talk alone sir Otto, there is been something on my mind for a bit,” he said. As he ran his hand through his hair. His ears stung from the cold. He eyed his hat, which still rested in Otto’s hands, expectantly before adjusting his gaze back up and at Otto.
He smiled. “Maribelle has asked me to visit a play with her and you someday sir. I think it would be good for her development,” he said. Xander glanced at the two kids getting escorted to bed before focussing his gaze back at Otto. His ask lingered for a bit. Xander’s smile slowly molded itself into a sheepish one as he added, “you don’t have to decide right away of course not. But I thought it was a good proposition to propose, sir. Thank you,” he said. As he took his hat back. Xander placed it back on his head, tugging it over his frozen ears.
Xander followed his gaze and kept silent. Back home people got separated by their marital status, class, if they were married or not. But here.. Xander’s lips twisted. It was hard to track for a foreign as he, beside Xander, adjusted his hat, after allowing Maribelle into the kitchen that day, was afraid of breaking more unknown rules. He grimaced.
“Is it normal for a woman to not greet a man here?” he asked. “Is it my married-status? Or,” he laughed. “The lack of.”
Thank the Void the violin cut their discussion short. Xander’s head piqued up. Like a bloodhound’s after he’d tracked down a rabbit. Music. What a wonderful melody. Haunting in the late-winter air.
He blinked a couple of times then nodded as if been woken from a trance. “Yes.” he plucked his watch from his coat pocket and checked its hands. “20 minutes in this cold, sir,” he laughed.
“Dance?” Xander blinked again. Then smiled. “I mean, sure sir. It will at least keep my old bones warm,” he laughed. Besides that tune
. It invited everyone to dance.
Xander’s nose twitched from the soft nudge. He had always been the kid that flinched when other’s romped around. “Alright, sir! It’d be my honor. The song, it’s fantastic. I should talk to her after our dance... Ask if she could teach me the notes. It’s something they need to hear in those Krettwick’s halls as well.”

Otto Alkaev II Vapor

This is unfortunate.

"Surely you can stay a bit longer." Otto sighed, as he led the older man back into the garden plaza. He reeked of oaked chardonnay. "It's a little past midnight, but men don't need as much sleep as little girls." He nodded towards the little girls in question, as his two daughters were escorted back to the chĂąteau by an armored guard.

When he looked down, Otto noticed Xander's hat still in his hand. He traced a thumb over the fur, before offering it back to its owner. "Sorry, I almost forgot to give it back to you." he said, "Here you go." Sadly, because Otto touched it, it was in Xander's best interest to burn his hat as soon as possible. And also sanitize his shoulder, because Otto now bumped Xander's right side with an elbow, before taking a step forward.

The square was looking a little sparse, or at least in comparison to how it was five or so hours ago, with those that remained being a group of northerners, and another group of Yene women, both of which kept away from each other, and half of which even bother to greet Xander earlier in the day. Otto hoped the women's husbands would return to them soon. He had the room to do so, but he preferred not to house so many people overnight -- and wasn't intending to.

A lone violin continued to play. Otto's gaze lingered for a moment past Xander, focusing on the party-goers who were about to leave, just as if not more drunk than himself. He thought of himself as better than them, simply for the fact he didn't stumble.

"Your carriage should arrive in twenty minutes, so you might as well enjoy what time you have left here, dear sir." He said, letting out a smooth laugh. He turned back to Xander. "We should dance! Dance to better exhaust ourselves -- you might fall asleep on the way home, and I might retire the moment I step back into my room, though I'm not unfamiliar with staying awake for most of the night... and, I have a bit of energy left."

"How about it?" The man pressed. He nudged the Krett's shoulder, before stepping forward with a scoff. "Dance with me until this solo is over, at least! It won't be long now! She plays this song so often -- she loves it, I tell you, or at least she's proud of it. It's from the Old World."

..It was just a violin cover of Toxic by Britney Spears.


maybe i will follow-up?

Dani California kabuto

"Y'know, I've never been to a fancy ball before to be honest. Not even a prom or anything- I ran away from home before graduating school, so I got none of the fanfare and fun events seniors would get. I feel like royalty, being all done up like this honestly." Dani gave a smile to Otto as the two left his carriage to head into the grandly-decorated ballroom. Aristocrats of all sorts seemed to in abundance here, and it was the whole reason why she was here- to take pictures of this night. 

She'd spent most of her time here getting the perfect shots, all the decor, the people living it up and having a good time. But wasn't getting to have any of the fun herself- as the night was winding down, Otto let her know she can retire now and enjoy the rest of the ball. But to her surprise, the man asked her for a dance.

"Really? Are you sure? I'm a bit rusty on my formal dancing skills.." She said before giving into the man's charms, letting him lead the dance as she mostly kept it together and tried her hardest not to stumble as he did so, ending off the night together on a high note than just the blonde being bored at a gig she was overstaying her welcome at.


Rich yanderechips

Two people with similar personalities in the same room. What crimes will they commit?

"Darling, I was never a dancer," the fox poured a glass of water for his guest. She was visiting for the day. What a coincidence, his mansion looked somewhat like Dio's. Cool. Hopefully it didn't remind her of him, causing her to run away from his place and his attachment issues would get the best of him--

He couldn't think about that now, he had a guest to entertain.

"Would you like some music, darling?" He asked, fancily walking towards a conveniently placed jukebox he had in the corner of his place. "I swear, it plays the best music." He turned the player on. It started to play a slow dance song, one that was completely new to them.

He held out his hand to Dani, something he would never do if he was really trying to keep someone entertained. Absurd. "Let's dance, shall we darling?" He grabbed her hand and spun her around slowly. 

Virgo LuluToro

chips and L.T interaction again, sorry if my guy ain't a good dancer..

Virgo was already in his tuxedo suit, making several adjustments before going to the dance floor. The buck then glanced at Rich, he was carefully walking so that the other party wouldn't be scared. "Hi.." Virgo paused to take in the bravery, "My name is Virgo, I'm a deer and I'm a bad dancer, can you teach me please?" The deer stared at the floor, he was sweating in anxiety, he had no experience for dancing, which led the cervid to ask the fox to give him a bit of dancing. Then, the music started playing, Virgo looked at the rest of the dance floor dancing, the deer was shaking, and then Rich made his move. The fox twirled the buck's whole body and let go of him, only to return in front of Virgo and tap-danced with the cervid. Virgo noticed the evil smirk on Rich's face, but just ignored and followed what Rich was showing him. "This looks fun, can we continue?" The buck quietly asked the fox as they both continued tap-dancing, putting their arms together like a chain.

FOR NP: Virgo isn't a dancer, but will do it if needed. He might make several mistakes, but should be okay!

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 Lior confusedthing

"Roxie, I don't think this is-" he began, interrupted by another desperate attempt at explaining him how to breakdance. "...I don't think this is going to work, I am terribly, terribly sorry." Lior explained, smiling awkwardly. "If you don't mind I'll just... uhm... let you dance in peace, yes?" - No, of course not. "I can only do... like... standard dances, okay?" He WAS pretty good at those since he had to learn them ever since he was a little boy but it was far from anything Roxie seemed to like and definitely not what the other people in the club were doing. That all looked so... strange to him. Although the entire place was making him uncomfortable; too loud, too many people, too little space... did he already mention too loud? And so. much. physical. contact. Who was actually enjoying this?? (Apparently a lot of people, taking the crowded club into consideration.)

He jumped at someone trying to dance with him and looked back at the feline. "Okay, you know what? I- I'll do anything but PLEASE help me?" Lior knew Roxie at least a LITTLE bit and had promised to come along this once, so he would just try his best, right? Hopefully that was enough. At least she now tried to teach him a choreography that did not involve breakdancing but rather a surprisingly aggressive form of... well, whatever that dance was called. Still, as long as Roxie took the lead it somehow worked and he didn't have to worry about other people. One might even go so far and say he enjoyed himself for a bit; at least after two or three drinks that helped him get out of his head. 

(^ I hope that is okay? :"D)


He really liked these events, they actually were the only ones he willingly attended... apart from the ones that required his presence, of course. But, the mask gave him some security, especially interacting with people he didn't know. It wasn't entirely as bad as without. He was still awkward, but- anyway! It was rather interesting to see how differently some behaved when they had a sense of anonymity, even if it was somewhat fake. Lior enjoyed just blending in with the crowd, disappearing... as usual he was lost in thought when a hand was held out in front of his face. He had to look up to see who it belonged to, even more than usual.
While he had not really met that man before he at least had an idea who he might be.

"Uhm... sure." Lior nodded, once again grateful that the mask hid the rest of his expression. (Apart from his ears turning a darker color, but maybe that was not as noticeable with this lighting.)
Dancing with Allegretto was quite fun, he had to admit. The prince was so confident yet pleasantly calm... or maybe that came with confidence? - the elf wouldn't know.
"Th-thank you.. you.. are a great dancer yourself." this time his voice made it obvious that he was a little flustered. "I am.." there was no point in lying about that, was there? At least his guess was correct as well and it really was Allegretto. "He does?" the elf asked, a little surprised. "He told me about you, too.." it was rare for Valerion to consider someone a friend, so of course Lior remembered. 'Magnetic' was usually not the word people used to describe his energy but it certainly was nice for a change. "Heh... not too many." Lior chuckled, nervously, because the thought alone made him a little anxious. But he could see why people liked the prince, it was hard not to, even after just a small interaction.

Allegretto PicklePantry

     With the kingdom priding itself on fine arts, especially music, it was only natural for it to frequently host events that could show such skills off with its partner, dance.
     Just as the kingdom flaunted its skills in dance and music, the castle shined a spotlight on it through its ballroom. It was large, enough to match convention centers and then some, with enormous chandeliers glittering with golden, starry lights. An orchestra played leisurely at the far side, the rooms opposite holding tables upon tables of the finest food. Truly, it was something from a fairy tale.
     Allegro stood at the base of the stairs, a purple mask covering only his eyes as he gazed around. The guests all wore decadent outfits with masks of all types for the ball's theme. He always preferred these to the other themes, it felt like here anyone could join in the dances, the masks freeing them from judgement. As he looked from mask to mask, he stopped on one person. Although he couldn't recognize who they were, those peculiar ears told him enough.

     A hand was held out in front of Lior. "Care for a dance?" asked Allegro with a light smile. He took Lior's into his and led him towards the heart of the dance floor, setting his free hand on his side. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the music and searching for its beat. Slowly, as he understood it, he began to move and sway with it, trying his best to lead the other with him.
     "You seem to be well-versed in dance," complimented the prince as he opened his eyes once more. "And those ears of yours are elfish features, yes? You must be Valerion's brother, then, yes? Lior?" His smile deepened. "My name's Allegretto. I'm glad you could come. Your brother talks about you all the time, and I can see why. You've got quite the magnetic energy to you. I wonder how many people have already asked for a dance?" he laughed lightly.

Maribelle Burnett (Pre-6016) Vapor

Musical kingdom for the musical family. That was what Otto said as he dragged himself and his brood to Litari, and then as he shoved his youngest through the ballroom crowd, towards the crown prince. Smiling and reassuring.

..Maribelle looked like she was about to cry.

She was used to the limelight, being born into such a high status, and she was used to having to dance with and appeal to strangers. Difference was, those strangers she considered -- or her father considered -- a bit lower than herself, or on the same playing field. Allegro was a prince. He also had a name that constantly reminded Vapor of allergy medication. That was horrifying to a nine-year-old who was already vaguely, barely aware of power over others as a concept, no matter how kind a person was and whether or not such was genuine.

When she looked to her father for guidance, she found that he had already faded back into the crowd. It was then, with those wide, teary eyes, that she looked back at Allegro. Before she could melt into a miserable sludge, bowed her head politely, fidgeted with the diamond amulet she wore, and then she reached out for the prince's hands. It was hardly a comfort, but anything helped, as she swung their arms in tune to the music. It was also hardly dancing. She hadn't time to adjust.

"Maribelle Burnett," she introduced herself, softly, "Of Sauveterre. My -- he's the -- he's the lord of the estate. My father is. But not-- not here, not--" Abruptly, she stopped swinging her arms. She didn't know what to say, exactly. She did better as a sock puppet.

"..He's not the lord here." She whispered the words out as if they were part of a secret. Which it most certainly wasn't. Sure hope Otto isn't the lord of this big ass castle, which... was confusing. And intimidating. And, it was with that, the child shut down. She continued to swing Allegro's hands, before mumbling to herself, somehow more quietly this time, "I don't like it here."

Someone's in a mood.


this rat has anxiety

Upset? Maybe a little. The girl parted with one dancing partner, moved onto the next, and then the next, and her father was still nowhere in sight. When she got to Astra, the discomfort was overwhelming, her thoughts were a blur, and her arms and legs were tired. She wanted to lay down. She wanted to go to sleep.

She danced, nevertheless. One arm intertwined cautiously with Astra's, the other cold and slipping from the being's hand. Her eyes were glassy.

As they drifted away from the crowd, towards an open window, the nervousness did not ease. Not immediately, anyway. Though Maribelle did not respond to anything Astra had said at first, as she was too fatigued, she nodded along listlessly, instinctively. She leaned towards the window and stared up at the moon. Her homeland did not have a moon. She found it terrifying, like a single eye watching her. She preferred the sun. Suns. She wondered what happened to this place's elder sun when she first arrived to the estate, but forgot about it in time. Maybe this was where the elder sun fled to. To the dark of night. She wanted to flee, too.

She huddled against the windowsill. It was warm outside, thanks to summertime, and the breeze was gentle. She wanted to go outside, but she was sure her dress would be soiled, and the people around her would look upon her the same way they would a rat. Astra, included. That was what she thought. She was a bit lightheaded, a bit confused, and her throat felt tight.

Finally, she spoke, her voice almost inaudible, "My name is Maribelle Burnett, of Sauveterre. Lord Alkaev is my father." She refused to respond to the concern for her wellbeing. She was fine. She was sure she was fine? She needed her father.

"It's made of Pruqeclite plumsilk, my dress is," said Maribelle, still quiet, "And my jewels are diamonds, I-- I think. I think they're diamonds." She couldn't tell, in all honesty. Most gemstones looked the same to her, and she could not discern between diamonds and aquamarines. She paused a moment, shuddering as she looked over her shoulder, briefly at Astra, and then at the crowd. "..I like your ears."

They're called antennae, you uncultured heathen.

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 Clarence Zinkyzor

Clarence fiddled with the chords of his banjo paying no mind to the moth trying to get his attention. He jumped in suprise " who the hell- ah whatever. The exit is that way " Clarence rolled his eyes pointing to the exits direction and continued to play his instrument but to his suprise astra was swaying with the music?? " do you dance by chance? " Clarence asked raising an eyebrow at the moth " I can dance too however im a tad rusty, and by rusty yes I mean some of the scrap metal im made with " the generally cold, reclusive band conducter was rambling on about dancing, not noticing he was dancing himself " ha, well lookie there. I still got it " Clarence smiled and went back to his banjo