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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

16 Oct 2012, 22:27

"Haha, yes, very funny," the Lookshyan mutters. "Only if he is wanting better breeding.

"Or, ah, I am meaning...nuts."

She pays really close attention to her doodles, pretending she didn't say anything.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

18 Oct 2012, 10:00

It was another testament to Morgan's forbearance that Amneir was still breathing after her sudden grab of his lip. That close personal contact was rare; he'd have to have a word with her vis-a-vis liberties later on...a strong word.

The Ragaran's shoulders slumped slightly as he let out a sigh, shaking his head. It appears he had best act on something before Amneir tried anything more drastic. Like using old finishing school tactics - his scrolls and periodicals would occasionally go into lurid detail on the sorts of shenanigans and complex social schema that sort of set would indulge themselves in when bored. Ugh. Double ugh. Triple ugh.

He set back to work, trying to work out as much of the lantern schematic as possible. The metal was easy enough for form - it was the glass that was the time-consumer.
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

18 Oct 2012, 21:13

Nacari looks over Althena's shoulder, giving a raised eyebrow. "An ambitious work, and some potential. Although..." He looks over her designs and implementations of them. "If you need help, do please ask. It is what I am here for."

The class passed with the sound of crafting and work, until finally Nacari raised his hand. "Alright, students! Good work today, all of you! You are free to go, but please return all tools and crafting materials to their benches and containers! Nobody gets to leave with any gold scraps."

The library class is as it usually is. The rather petite teacher in her robes two sizes too big for her talks to the class about the best way to read the books without damaging them. They are each given a bookmark, and set off on their way.

Students are bustling about the Heptagram to get ready for the dance, heading back to their rooms to change their clothing or rushing to the mess hall for a quick dinner before the festivities begin. The occasional bag is being held that make clinking sounds when the students holding them turn too quickly, and the showers are almost constantly at capacity. The students are left to their own devices until the start of the dance.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

18 Oct 2012, 23:36

Immediatly after class, she sends Inigo back to her room with the pattern pieces and other supplies. She is more impatient than usual as she sits through the library class. When they are released, she bolts out the door to the main ballroom to double check on her decorations and help with any further set up that is needed. She takes the circle symbols out of her bag and sets them on one of the tables. They are color coded to help make it seem random. She double checks her decorations, then triple checks them. Everything has to be perfect or she will loose what little status she has gained so far.
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

19 Oct 2012, 13:09

By some minor miracle Kaetris is able to remain focused on schoolwork all the way to the end of the day, not thinking about Morgan or Amneir or them kissing or anything else distracting like that. She is a Lookshyan - she is in control of herself, she is disciplined, she has a purpose. And right now that purpose is to prepare for the dance.

Like diligent quartermaster or staff officer, Kaetris sits down at her desk and prepares a list of her objectives tonight: Make a good impression; look pretty; be slow and calm while dancing; compliment Althena and her other friends on their costumes; be polite to Morgan, and; don't let Amneir bother her. Easier said than done. With a snort she tosses her notebook to the back of the desk and begins to put her costume together.

First she takes out an old, leather-bound book from her little library: A Record of Gens Nefvarin. She flips past the chapters dealing with the Age of Nightmares and the Shogunate, past the exploits of Gilshalos and founding of Lookshy, to the more recent history of the Gens. Here is a record of the fall of Gens Marui, of that cursed bloodline's infernalism and it's destruction at the hands of Nefvarin Sefrei. A discussion of Sefrei's purity and patriotism, and her final battle in the high hills of Mishaka where she personally dispatched twenty-five of the dark Gens' demonic servants before finally banishing the Player of Games back to the hell of Malfeas.

More to the point there are pictures of Sefrei's defeated foes, the Baidaks, demons made of ivory and bronze, automaton warriors of beauty and precision that served the Player of Games with perfect obedience. Easy enough to replicate, Kaetris figures, with her collection of stones and marble shavings that she brought back from the mainland. It's just a matter of fitting them all together, but working with stone has never been a problem for her.

A greater challenge will be fashioning a uniform to go with the baidak mask, but again Kaetris has inspiration. Her Recorder has images of her 'fashion forward' classmates all in a row, and she has all the pictures and art from Amneir. What's more, thanks to Amneir's spiteful mangling of her dress the other night, Kaetris even has plenty of material to work with.

(Kaetris uses Shaping Hand Style for tools, and Stone-Carving Fingers Form to craft the mask and costume. Craft (Air) + Wits + Stunt + Bonus from SHS, 9 dice = 5 successes + 1 successes from 2nd Craft excellency. 6 successes total; she crafts a costume worth resources 3)

The resulting costume is a bit derivative and it shows a little too much skin for Kaetris' liking, but it is exotic and exciting. She hopes it is sufficiently demonic too. Well, maybe - it wouldn't be the end of the world if she fell short on that count.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

20 Oct 2012, 13:13

An individual followed after Amneir, after having carefully tended to their equipment and supplies. Best not to risk damaging the lantern as-is; there was still work needing doing on it, and time was at a premium for it. Act in haste, repent at leisure and all that.

And so it was that Ragara Morgan strode through the ballroom door a few minutes after Amneir had sat down - even smiling slightly - it had been a pleasant day thus far. He tapped his forelock at the girl in question, and gave a questioning look. The unspoken question was simply if he could get started.
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

20 Oct 2012, 13:25

She points to stacks of colored circles of fabric with runes drawn on them in glitter paint. She herself is rearranging the statue pieces around the food tables.

"Everyone will get one color set to make their circles. I'm sure you'll see that there's nothing wrong with any of them. Some of them are accurate, but there's way to many runes there to mean anything, even if some are right." She beams to him as she approaches. "Don't worry, we won't be breaking that rule. If you're satisfied, I have a lot of preparing to do for this party..." She tilts her head to the door. Aside from a change of clothes, it is hard to imagine that Amneir with her waterfall of golden curls, perfect make up, and regal baring has much preperation to do at all.

"And you have a date to acquire."
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

20 Oct 2012, 20:27

There was a handwave from Morgan as she left, his mind idly playing through what he could say to Kaetris for a moment before he set to work. The cards and runes were all well and good, but with Amneir absent he decided to go one further - for the next little while, he actually went through the room in minute detail. Scanning it with the Essence Sight in his eye, taking several walkarounds, inspecting each item that looked vaguely like a ritual circle or anything close to the genuine occult.

Granted, he didn't exactly have the first clue on how to properly search a room, but enthusiasm and occult knowledge would hopefully make up the difference. They'd gone over the room the night prior after raising the green sun anyway - the question was if anyone had tried anything...off...in between then and now...

Paranoia. It was a thing.

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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

20 Oct 2012, 21:11

Kaetris: The dress and mask turn out just as you described, and even with a few flourishes in the design to help accentuate the demonic markings within the mask.

Morgan: You find nothing wrong with the room.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

20 Oct 2012, 22:22

She nods and leaves to her room where she immediately strips and turns her chaise into a salon chair.

"Inigo, we have a lot of work to do and less time to do it in."

She and the little robot get to work. First she relaxes back while Inigo applies the dye to her hair and then wraps it up so the color can set. Meanwhile, Amneir's talons are filed, polished, and rubbed with oil before tendrils of emerald green are painted on them. Her skin is rubbed and massaged with a brown sugar scrub before before cleansed with a milk based wash. After that a lightly perfumed lotion is rubbed over every inch of her flesh. She is given a moment to breath and rest while everything dries and sets. Ingio sets to work releasing her hair and then rolling the newly ebony locks into curlers. When it is safe enough, she moves to her vanity where she sets to work covering and correcting any and every flaw she sees, even the ones she imagines. Primers, foundations, cover ups are all applied to create the perfect look. She applies her faux lashes, the long strands winking green in the light and nearly touching the perfectly arched eye brows she has painted black. Her liner stretches from the sides of her nose, over her eyes and nearly to her temples before doubling back to create wings. Green shimmer eyeshadow is applied to the wings heavily. Lines of black and green are applied under her eyes as well. She was already draconian looking, with the make up it is believable that she could truly turn into a dragon during the dance. She lines and paints her lips a deep blood red before added a stripe of black to give her a truly sinister look. If only she had thought to create false fangs. Ah well, live and learn.

"Inigo, I think it's time."

She pulls on a garter belt before sliding on a pair of thigh high black stockings and clipping the set into place. After that she pulls on a pair of black silk frilly panties. She sits on the edge of her chair for Inigo to lace her into a black leather overbust corset. By the time the little dragon is done, her waist is almost waspish and she looks about ready to over burst her overbust. She giggles in delight as she looks at his handiwork and adds glitter to her cleavage for good measure. She pulls on a pair of stiletto heels that not only make her taller, but also make her legs look more toned and longer. She sits again as Inigo takes out the curlers and her newly ebony and green locks fall in curls around her shoulders. The little robot gathers half of it into a high updo, letting the rest fall around her bare shoulders. With her hair done, make up done, and costume done, there were just two final touches. The first was a black and green dragon mask that looked like the serpentine creature was curling around her eyes and nose. The last was the headdress she had been given by Drakkon while she was in his office. After admiring the black and emerald chains and falls she affixes it to her hair with a few pins and stops to admire the full outfit.

"Therius, have you ever seen a sexier Ebon Dragon?"

"If I had any idea who the Ebon Dragon was or what he looked like; as well as what the concept of sexy was in your species I could give you an honest opinion. As it is, I will simply agree with you and get back to your silk."

With a giggle, she leaves her room.

"Don't wait up!"

She makes her way down to the Cynis' room and knocks. When her counterpart answers Amneir smiles to her and strikes a pose.

"I thought it would be just perfectly dramatic for us to enter together. Don't you agree?"
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

20 Oct 2012, 23:11

Amneir: The Cynis looks out through the door and gives the slightest flash of a grimace, almost unnoticeable before the smile took over her face again. She stood in the doorway in a costume she had made herself, and it had an awfully strong resemblance to Amneir's outfit. Though instead of the main black theme of Amneir's, the Cynis had taken to a more earth-tone look, reflecting sand and rock baked in the sun. Her outfit was dotted with glass that helped reflect the light, and her hair was dyed copper and green. And her eyes set just a tad when she took notice of the headdress sitting upon Amneir's head, having a strong resemblance to the one resting on the Cynis's own head, though in different coloring. She pursed her lips and gave the widest grin possible.

"Fashionable minds think alike! And I agree, that would be a perfect entrance. Quite a pair we make." Her heels click on the floor as she leaves her room, locking the door shut behind her. "Well, we simply mustn't keep our fans waiting."
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

21 Oct 2012, 00:01

With a rather pleased expression on his face and a tiny spring in his step, Morgan left the ballroom as it was...

Well, with a few tweaks, of course. For faux-accuracy. Just a mark here and there. And maybe a shifting of this sigil to the right way up.

It was bothering him shut up. :argh:

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As for Morgan's costume...

Prior planning paid properly.

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Eventually, there came a knocking, a rapping upon Kaetris's chamber door. It was a rather short tap,two knocks then stop. Like a man who wasn't in much of a hurry for anything, or worried about very little. Clearly someone was in a remarkably good mood at the moment.
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

21 Oct 2012, 06:15

"Yes yes," Kaetris calls out. "I am being there soon. Soon!"

Morgan hears a awkward clatter on the other side of the door, as if something nervous and not entirely sure of itself was navigating across the room.

"Hello," Kaetris says, blinking in surprise as she wrenches the door open. Who was this? "Hello."

Her costume, finally complete, is a risque affair: Eastern silk dyed blue, open on the sides down to the waist, then open on the sides of the legs down to the about the knees, finishing off in a short ruffle. The open slits are bound with a brass-colored ribbon, pressing tight against Kaetris' marble-white skin, and more of the ribbon wraps around her bare arms and neck. Her white gloves are decorated with colorful bits of stone and brass, the same as the marble mask she's holding. The ribbon and brass almost, but not quite, form the mon of the Player of Games.

Perhaps the only thing that surprises Morgan is that Kaetris is actually wearing makeup, to make her mask all the more convincing. Her eyes are surrounded by dark craters of eye shadow and her lips are painted gold, all of it very carefully applied. Her hair is bound back, tied up as an afterthought, as it will fit under the blue hood that is part of the mask. Her shoes are another afterthought, nothing more than her sandals decorated with brass ribbon.

"How can I be helping you?" Kaetris asks warily, still not sure who he is. Morgan? Probably. "Is the dance having time now?"
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

21 Oct 2012, 20:10

Althena snuck off during library class, still paying a little attention but mostly researching a few more details for the costume suggestion that Amneir had given her. Giving it thought, she made a few notes. When class was over, she had absconded to her room after a brief visit to the mess to grab a couple of things -- a little food and some salt crystals.

Her hair comes down from yet another intricate braid, falling in soft waves about her shoulder. The salt crystals get dissolved in some water, and while that's going she goes to her closet and searches for something to wear, finally settling on a diaphanous white blouse and a skirt that looks like it's made of handkerchiefs of sea-green and the deep blue of the ocean's depths.

Once the salt crystals dissolve she works the solution through strands of her hair, letting it dry salt-encrusted and arranging it as artfully as she knows how, then takes a look at herself in a mirror. Hmm... Well, it would have to do. She doesn't have a lot of money to spend on frippery anyway.

Half-wishing she knew where Inana's room was -- wouldn't that cause a stir, the two of them showing up together! -- Althena locks her room and heads for the room Amneir had told her the dance was going to be at.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

22 Oct 2012, 05:33

ashlayne wrote:
Half-wishing she knew where Inana's room was -- wouldn't that cause a stir, the two of them showing up together! -- Althena locks her room and heads for the room Amneir had told her the dance was going to be at.

As Althena turns round after locking her door, she almost bumps into Inana. "Excellent! I was just looking around to see if I could find you."
Crimson-vened clothing neither concealed nor revealed so much as suggested.
Face covered with a veil that was not fully transparant but certainly not concealing of her face.
Long nails (surely artifical!) with silver nail polish and then dusted with... something.
And somehow she had contrived to make the clothes whisper like voices when she moved, rather than rustle.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

25 Oct 2012, 00:44

It took a moment to register with Kaetris what she was looking at - mostly because it was considerably incongruous. Or at least simply surprising. Morgan, for his part, hoped it distracted her sufficiently long for her not to notice the somewhat stunned expression that crossed his face when she opened the door wearing...that. To put it mildly, he'd been caught rather flat-footed. (What? He may have been an incredibly detail-focused, mature-beyond-his-years, slightly off-kilter young genius, but he was still a teenager.)

One thing about Morgan's choice of wear, more often than not, was an emphasis on functionality over form. He wore a fairly elegant coat on a daily basis, yes - one made of fine materials, and cut very precisely. But more often than not one could hear a subtle clanking from it - jade armor plates woven into it - and it was always the same coat. His choice of tunic and hakama would usually be chosen to match, and even cut very well, etc. etc., could not hide the truly staggering numbers of pockets he had in the lining, sides, coat interior, the works. He still looked elegant, yes - even rakish; a look he enjoyed affecting now and again - but any true fashionista or socialite could have easily taken the mickey out of him for his choice of wear.

Right now, though...

To put it bluntly, Ragara Morgan had taken what was the potential that was likely seen on a daily basis, and not only met it - but amped it up. It was hard to see looking at one piece, but...how to say it - he had done so with, it seemed, the slightest of efforts.

He still wore a black and silver ensemble, he still had his coat in the layers, and so on...but that was only at first blush. From the ground up - a pair of soft boots, the latest fashion, adorned his feet; upswept at the toes very precisely. His hakama went up only slightly before disappearing into the robe he was wearing over the other unseen garments; black, yes, but with whorls of silver and soft light blues winding their way up the sides of his legs. His robe was simple, nearly unadorned (for a Dynast, that is; there were some designs playing about, yet not nearly as many as a Cynis socialite would have dared); yet as he moved, one could see small shifts in the lines of silver and blue as light played across the different strands. Each angle presented new whorls, or new sigils; a cunningly wrought thing, a minor trick. These designs and whorls ran down to his cuffs - which were wider than usual - and up to the collar - equally as wide - covering his neck; both with carefully crafted designs and symbols playing about them. And the cut, oh, the cut - it was almost like he had been sewn into them; and they indeed showed off, even emphasized parts of his slender frame to great effect.

Yet, even with the curious designs and strange cut, it really didn't bespeak more than simple dress robes. Where was the audacity? Where was the elaborate craftsmanship or overblown appearance? Where was the ostentation? The extravagance? A truly odd thing, indeed...until one took a closer look. Until an individual accustomed to wealth, or wise to the ways of craftsmanship, noted something. Noted where the extravagance was. For where Ragara Morgan, or his family, had placed the money for their son's robes...was in the material. It hung perfectly off his shoulders - whenever it flowed from his movements, it never did anything less than show the best possible angle or design. If one touched it, they could barely feel the material for softness - it was as if he was wearing the stuff of dreams. The expense of that material...they had said the Ragarans were the wealthiest of Houses. It suited him well. Makarios himself might have approved of this clothing, had he seen it. Been appalled at the material being nowhere near as elaborate or beautiful as his own, but still!

Which was how he planned it, of course. The simple mask over his eyes and forehead forced him to wear his hair back; instead of hanging over his face, it now was neatly combed and washed - the black strands giving an almost mirror sheen as it hung down to by his shoulders - and two gleaming blue eyes (one curious, even playful - and one coldly metallic) stared through the holes of that silver and blue ceramic construct. Beneath it, he swiftly switched to a more uncharacteristic smile; small, not showing his teeth; the same one he had used many days ago. The smile of the gentleman banker; of the merchant prince. On his face, with that outfit, and the preparations he had gone to...it might have been eerily charming. Truth be told - it was as if the Ragaran was an entirely different person. Still...Morgan's voice came from the figure - speaking eerily eloquently; and he essayed a small bow - sending ripples up the robe.

"Good evening, Lady Nefarvin. If you'll pardon my...presumption - I came to inquire if you would be so kind as to grant me the honor of your company; en route to this evening's entertainment."
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

25 Oct 2012, 08:40

"Morgan." The word is flat, almost hostile. "Please be waiting."

Kaetris bustles around inside her room for a moment. It's still almost entirely empty, even with the debris from her costume-manufacturing efforts scattered around in neat little piles, so it doesn't take the Earth-aspect long to find what she's looking for. She comes back to the door snapping one last bit of brass around her waist as a belt, using her charms and her natural strength to bend it like copper wire.

"You are wanting to go to the dance. Together. You and me."

As much as Kaetris wants to believe Amneir's flip denial, she can't quite get over her anger from earlier today. She knows what she had seen - the two of them sticking a knife into her, and twisting it around. It would take more than Amneir's words to get over that.

With a little puff of a sigh she pulls her mask on - an almost perfect piece of white stone and brass, a carving that mimics the contours of Kaetris' face but with impossible smoothness and a slight, alien twist to them.

"Thank you," she says, taking his arm. "It would be an honor to be having you as an escort."
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

25 Oct 2012, 16:19

The corners of that salesman's smile quirked slightly, and a far more familiar wryness crossed Morgan's face as she laced her arm through his. It wasn't hard to pick up on the fact that...wait, why was he thinking to himself?

"Why do I get the ever-so-subtle feeling you'd like to tell me to go to Malfeas?" The grim teen actually cracked a grin once he finished that - he sounded amused instead of angry or insulted. "Or that I should go do something anatomically improbable in a public place whilst singing my own flaws in a rather high-pitched tone?"

Morgan in a good mood was a weird thing. Even he acknowledged that point. The wry smile changed to a slightly more sincere one as the two walked along. "Thank you, though. For a kindness. I was of the opinion we would likely tolerate one another's company just slightly moreso than others here - perhaps no small arrogance on my part."
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

25 Oct 2012, 18:57

Morgan says a bunch of complicated things that Kaetris barely understands, so it takes her a moment to catch up.

"No, everything is fine," Kaetris lies. "I am only, ah, being most, um, nervous. For the dance. Nervous for the dance."

Note: Kaetris is a terrible liar.

"You are, uh, looking most beautiful tonight. Ah, excuse me - handsome. You are looking most handsome."

Kaetris holds on to Morgan's hand with more strength than is necessary as she searches for something else to say.

"I like the cloth," she blurts out. "Very handsome cloth. Uh... thank you for taking me to the dance."
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

26 Oct 2012, 13:26

As the students began to arrive at the dance, the doors of the ballroom were already propped open by wedges in the bottom. A pair of Blood Apes stood outside the doors, giving looks at everyone as they passed through. Perched atop their heads were small paper hats that would have been adorable on any kind of animal aside from the large demons of pain and malice, but they bore it in stride.

Inside the ballroom the glowstones had been dimmed down to nothing, the only source of light within the large space being the hundreds of candles set up around the area. The lights from the flames gave light where it was needed and purposefully left key points dark, for the setting of the mood and the entertainment of students who could wrap themselves in the shadows. There was some talking and the bit of awkward teenage dancing by the band, which of course had been brought in from the blessed island by the connections of the Cynis. Her claims of being well-connected were not without its foundations, and a rather popular band had been brought in to perform the music at the dance. The gambling tables and circles were dark and unused with no one manning them, but students in costumes of demons littered the place. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something to happen.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

27 Oct 2012, 21:35

Kaetris slows her pace as they near the dance hall. She's nervous and she tries not to show it, but her grip on Morgan's hand tightens further. It only loosens just before the door, when she pauses and takes a slow, deep breath and takes in the scene.

What to do? Walk slowly, head high, chin up. Don't look at anyone, don't look for anyone, don't let them think that you care about them. You don't care what they think, you only need to worry about yourself, you are in control. Act like it.

Kaetris holds onto Morgan's arm lightly and smiles at nothing in particular as she enters the room. On an impulse she expends just a trickle of essence and her anima banner flares ever so softly, crystalline motes spinning around in the dim light and trailing behind them.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

27 Oct 2012, 22:45

Morgan noted the slow pace, but chalked it up to the desire for a proper entrance. One mustn't hurry to such events - one must appear as if one is arriving precisely when one means to. How very canny of the Lookshyan - he was properly impressed by her display of social aptitude. No doubt Lookshy did indeed have such soirees amongst officers - and it would ill behoove both her and himself if he did not match said aptitude in kind.

Repeat the mantra from the books. Walk slowly, head high, chin up. Don't deliberately look at anyone - if you do, affect disdain. Make them care about you, about your good opinion. Only concern yourself with yourself - you are in control. And act like it.

Whereas Kaetris gives a light smile to nothing in particular when she walks in, Morgan chooses to instead affect that same expressionless demeanor - perhaps a tiny hint of disdain in his face as well; according to the manuals, of course. Appear every inch the tired, indolent rakehell with a lovely young escort for the evening. And, of course, maintain the one charm your parents drilled into your head at an early edge.

The small crystalline motes found themselves lit up ever so slightly more by tiny sparks - motes of lightning which danced and played about the entering pair.
 
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

27 Oct 2012, 23:35

The Lookshyan glances around the room, choosing the clearest path to the center. She gives the actual demons a wide berth, still uncomfortable around them, and at times it's difficult to tell the demons from the students.

"A sad party so far, no?" she says to Morgan. "They are wanting something to, how is it said, start the fire?"

She tugs on the sleeve of his magnificent robe, admiring its quality. Morgan might not be trustworthy and he might be romancing Amneir, but he sure was handsome. Would father approve of him?

"Come now, someone must be breaking the ice."

Not taking no for an answer, she guides him towards the dance floor, putting her left hand on his shoulder and grabbing his hand with her right. The song is up-tempo and she takes strong, steady steps, moving in time and not making mistakes. Morgan was going to dance with her, even if she had to force him to, and everyone was going to see them doing it. Everyone.
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

27 Oct 2012, 23:57

Mei Yu Lian wrote:
"Do you like it?"


For a second Althena freezes, taking in the Fire aspect's outfit. Slowly, her face splits in a grin, and she steps back. " 'Nana, me girl, ye look fantabulous." With a courtly bow that might more befit a gentleman than a lady, the Southerner offers the other girl her arm. "Shall we, 'en?"
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Re: The Freshman 15 - Sixth Day of School

28 Oct 2012, 05:53

"By all means! I'm sure it'll be fun."
Inana takes the offered arm and clearly expects the southerner to lead
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