Bastet was relieved when she heard the staff fall to the ground, at least the stick for hitting her with was out of the way. Still the pae just stood there, despite her attempt to wrestle with her. The female rak backed off, giving a look of confusion towards the other. She really, really wanted to wrestle with this pae, Bastet had never had such a feeling come over her. "What's the matter?" She purred. "Don't you want to have some fun?" Yes, yes shiny hair was all well and good, but Bastet had had enough of the other pae's attempts to show off to her.
Bastet gave off a playful growl as she swiped her tail back and forth. She almost felt like a kitten again. "Come on darling, give me your best shot." Her sharp teeth were glimmering again as she tried to coax the other into their wrestling match.
sailornorthstar
"It matters everything!" The male Brazil exclaimed as he patted his own chest down. It felt as flat as it looked. She had come to this party hoping to score a date with a cute male, but how was she supposed to do that now that she was a male?! Never mind, that there was a male trying to seduce her still, despite her recent change. Brazil no longer had any interest in seducing anyone in this form.
His attempted to seduce her were completely washing over her, Mercutio was about as seductive as a rock with Brazil worrying about his new appearance. "What am I supposed to do?!" She was sort of talking to Mercutio, but not directly. This had not been what Brazil had signed up for at all. Brazil swatted away Mercutio's tail with her hand, now was not the time for games. She tried to pull up the sleeve of her gown so that it was being worn properly again. Brazil still felt ridiculous though. A guy in this super cute dress? Brazil looked like a clown.
Twitchapher the 3rd
Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 11:16 am
Kleta came back from refreshments to observe the going ons of the party once again. She watched a faun and harpy that had been hanging out for a while suddenly go seperate ways. Finished so soon? Kleta shook her head in disapproval and fired an arrow at Sparrow. It very nearly missed her, but thankfully here wings were big, so Kleta still managed to stick her. Kleta aimed at the pae that the harpy had been talking to next. There was definitely something in the punch though, and Kleta hit Izotz instead.
She cursed under her breath, lining up another arrow. She was going to try this again. Even slightly inebriated it was difficult to miss a bright yellow target a second time, so Kleta's arrow hit Spitfire. Kleta aimed at Sparrow again, determined to pair the two back up, but fate would not have it so, the 4th arrow flew off towards Flynn. Well... at least she had hit somebody. Kleta wasn't about to screw it up a third time so gave up for the moment.
"Where do they come from?" repeated Luminita quite loudly, mulling over the question as her body moved on its own. "I dunno! There doesn't appear to be anything anywhere about us that could have caused such a movement. Maybe it's--" Ah, but her friend was too quick for the angel's words to catch up with her mind. "Yeah, it could be bugs that bit us. A dancing bug. Maybe if we stopped and looked about, we could find another!"
Naturally, however, her body did not stop.
Couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. Had to make that booty drop. Except not really because her dancing skills, though more refined than Esmee's, still needed some dramatic improvements.
She grinned. Hey, at least they were having fun, right? They still had all night to find those pesky dancing bugs.
Seiana_ZI
Esmee
Once Zakira was all steady on her feet, Wellspring was very quick about backing away and giving her space to herself. It had been one heck of an emotional roller coaster for an evening already, and the night felt oh so young.
He should probably just go head home before he caused any more trouble. Just because the first one hadn't drawn much attention and the second had ended up fine, there was no telling what might happen the longer he remained.
Truthfully, he was just a liability at this point.
That said, he didn't necessarily want to go home yet, not like this. Instead, he stood there quietly, eyes downcast and hand/claw behind his back, trying not to cause further trouble.
Seiana_ZI
Zakira and Cazir
Tartara Seabreeze
Dameon
This passing conversation, too, ended far quicker than the harpy might have imagined. Not long after, if not immediately after, her first sentence was spoken, she felt a distinctive p***k in her wings that held in it a sort of nostalgia from a year's time ago.
Her eyes looked away, and she saw him.
Oh good Gardians, her hunking hulk of hero was standing before her, so primed up and savvy with a glass in one hand. How had his very entrance not caught her attention; she was always so alert! No matter, this could be resolved with just a little immediate action on her part. Her movements were quick as she left Vash behind her.
There was somewhere else she needed to be.
Another that she needed to grow closer too.
Oh... Her hero was right there. Immediately in front of her. Taking a glass into her hand far less eloquently than he, the bird flashed him a smile before raising it to her lips to drink. What an odd taste... Lowering it, she spoke. "M'name's Sparrow. Tell me; 'ow do ya keep up with such ni'ece webbin' on yur wings? They're r'lly quite amazin'."
Shicala
Sorry Vash
Menelie
Her hero Izotz awaits
Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 12:33 pm
Dancing bugs! Yes, brilliant. Perhaps they were attracted to the music that was filling the room. If they stopped the music somehow, would the dancing bugs stop?
Esmée might have gone over to the cherubs that were playing music to attempt this, but she was too busy getting down with her bad self. Or her nerdy self. Or just her ... badly dancing self...
She really had no coordination at all, at least when it came to moving her body to some kind of rhythm. Arguably, this could be one situation where Luminița could be considered so much better than her as to be a genius in compared to Esmée's utter doltishness. Still, she couldn't stop. She knew she looked like a fool--oh, that terrible son, was he laughing at her?!--but she couldn't really make herself stop. This was fun. This was irresistible!
"Yes! Perhaps if we were able to stop ourselves, we could catch these dancing bugs! We would need a net, though, or a jar, or perhaps even a microscope, and there is just none of that here!"
Esmée twirled again. "What this is worth is more dancing!"
The angel stuck her butt out and started to circle it around behind her.
With a furtive glance around, the fair nymph made sure no one was looking their direction before slipping around the corner and into the party. The change to the ballroom was startling, considering the last time they'd seen it...which had been their first time present, of course. This was certainly a much nicer version of it. Really though, when all the ugly business had been over, they should have gone home. They'd been lucky to get by with sneaking off for so long already without being caught (to their knowledge). This was pushing things. However, some strange events had peeked at least Erasmus' curiosity.
Shame he'd never heard what curiosity had done for the cat. Guess Grandpa Kane didn't like that phrase much.
Motioning to his twin to join him, Erasmus took up an observational position with a clear view of the pink lady on her throne. He still didn't understand something. Why, when she'd arrived, had she paid so much attention to him and his brother? And why had she seemed bothered by it? He'd noticed it, if only because she'd been staring at them both at the time, shortly before she'd covered with a pleasant demeanor. Maybe others had been fooled, but he'd noticed the abrupt change.
Glancing to Amatus, he whispered, "So...what do you think? Where do we start this investigation?"
Irish Night Fox
Amatuuuuuus!
Those arrogant show-offs weren't nearly as good as they gave themselves credit for.
And they gave themselves a LOT of credit.
Like a deep red shadow, the quick figure had stuck to them on their trip through the forest to the temple. She hadn't been present for the first trip, but something was definitely up, and this time, Illyria had managed to trail her brothers without losing them. What was this place? Her attention wavered briefly as they entered, eyes flicking away from her siblings and around at all the extravagant trappings and colorful Pae'il. So many different people and all in one place and was that food? It smelled so good...
Turning back, she nearly caught Erasmus' wary eye. With a stifled hiss of surprise, she darted out of sight around a couple whirling about on the dance floor. She was normally quite nimble, however, the movement had been completely unplanned and she had jumped directly into the pair's path. Irritated more at herself than the couple, she hurriedly dropped a, "Sorry! 'Scuse me!" as she looked up at the pair. A starry male with colors ranging from purple to yellow and another, a feline-like Pae'il, colored with...
...red and purple, like herself.
Her eyes widened, moreso as she realized he had black in his eyes where many Pae'il had white...and that he had three of them...like her...
Strawberri Stardust
Ruri! Bahaha!
Menelie
Kasmai
Not exactly hiding, because clearly she wasn't a coward or anything of the sort, neither was Nyra leaping into the general ridiculousness that seemed to be the order of this party thing. They had won a great battle! Warriors all, defeating the foul stinky worm snakes! Clearly a celebration was in order! She regretted not managing to take any trophies from the battle, but it was clear she'd done well enough. She sported the new 'war wounds' to show it. Nothing too serious to hinder her abilities, but just a few light injuries here and there from her tangle with the cobra worm. And maybe a few bruises beneath her feathers.
She could definitely support this whole 'feast' thing that was going on. But all the pink frilly decorations? The dancing? Ugh. Could do without, especially if it meant more food instead. Whatever. Let the weak ones dance, strong ones could eat.
On the way to the buffet table to help herself to a well-deserved feast, she felt a sharp pinch in her thigh. She scratched at it without much thought. She didn't associate the sensation with anything more serious than a possible feather out of place, perhaps damaged and needing to be removed. That's when she saw her.
Across the room, another like herself...clearly a warrior, fierce and strong. Her very appearance was fearsome and Nyra could only imagine what she might look like in battle. If only...if only she could be so...so...like her. For all her work at becoming the strongest, there was nothing more she longed for in this world. Perhaps...this other could teach her...she wanted...no, needed to learn her secret...but how could she ever approach such a warrior?
She had paused awkwardly between the dance floor and the buffet table, glancing towards the other harpy, then towards the food, and back, in possibly equal longing.
Seruta
Serurururururuta!
Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 1:32 pm
"No! I don't want to! Let me go!"
"Lisandru, some fresh air is good for you!"
"This isn't fresh air, this is drunk air! Do you remember what I said happened to Prisma last year? Prisma?!"
"Stop your whining! We're already here!"
Of course, Alister stated 'already' as if they weren't already late to the celebration, but he had spent the last while dragging a complaining Lisandru from the City to the where the temple was actually located. Lisandru's shoulders slumped at this news, realizing he had finally lost. They were there. At one of these Venus' Day parties. Again. Sure, it was after they had won against snake monsters--terminology Lisandru didn't exactly appreciate, having an inland taipan for a companion as well as so-called abilities based from them. So at least it was less terrible, but...
"Alright, fine," grumbled Lisandru, as he wrote down his message down on the presented sheet of paper. "What do you plan on us doing, now that we're here?"
Alister's eyes scanned the party, looking for something fun, and falling upon ... "Mom?"
Suddenly horrified, Lisandru froze for a moment, eyes nervously shifting over to Alister. "Mom's here?!" He then followed his gaze, finding his mother dancing terribly with some other angel. It was enough to nearly make him sick. "Oh Guardians."
"Maybe we should avoid Mom."
"Deal."
Lisandru grabbed Alister's hand, for once, and dragged him as far away as possible from the mother figure.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 1:56 pm
Amatus tiptoed behind his brother, peeking around his shoulder. He felt the excitement bubbling up in his stomach- or was that a belch? Either way, the adrenaline was starting to fill him again and he was about ready to pop out from behind his brother and make a mad dash for the food! He was starving after all that fighting! If that's what you could call it. Speaking of which, the food wasn't the only change that happened in here. Where did all this pink come from!? Were parties always this... pink?
Amatus blinked furiously at his brother, “Investigation? What are we investigation?” he bounced from foot to foot, clearly missing what had gone on. His mind might have been on a particular blonde the whole time- oh and that rumbling tummy- making him completely unaware of what was happening to him. Shoot! He started searching his mind, what was there to investigate!? As he thought his eyes trailed over the party “...women?” he asked, his eyes stopping on a few particular ones. Yeah, he could totally get into that kinda investigation! Wait, no, what would that mean? Ok, yeah he wants to take that one back...
There was something in his voice though that made the boy's grins disappear. Was he being serious about something? His eyes narrowed at his brother in question, “What did I miss?”
Teigra
TWINNNS
Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 4:02 pm
Just when Izotz was beginning to get discouraged, he felt a little p***k in his shoulder. When he looked up to see where it had come from, he spotted her.
Oh wow.
She was simply exquisite! He'd never laid eyes on anyone like her! She was so unique, both in appearance and how she held herself, that all other women paled in comparison. He began to move toward her, but hark! She was coming his way! Oh, what could he have done to deserve her attention? He sipped his drink nervously. What could he say to her? What words could he possibly give her to express how deeply special she was?
Oh, but she was speaking to him first! His wings? He glanced over his shoulder at them. They were dismal and leathery compared to her soft feathers! "These?" he asked incredulously. "They aren't amazing at all, you see! They're heavy and clumsy compared with your fine feathers!" He almost reached out to touch her wings, then stopped himself. He wasn't worthy!
Hearing the music end and thus her dance, Ra'tari clung to Sombra like a child clinging to its mother. She had opened her mouth to beg for just one more dance when her chin was met with a scratch. Her eyes half shut instantly, purring loudly as she listened.
A job! A task! A quest for her King!
"I would be delighted my Highness!" she mrrowed softly, releasing her grasp from him and slipping away ever so coyly, back into the shadows and disappearing all together.
She edged around the main room of the temple where everyone had gathered, seeing nothing of much interest to anyone here unless they were hungry....or addicted to pink. So the cat moved on, making her way towards a branching hallway with many other rooms. Perhaps something useful might be in one of them?
Slinking around the corner and peering into the first room, she saw nothing interesting but a frilly pink bed and other decor. The next room held the same and the third nothing better. The fourth room she came too, she could hear distinct noises coming from inside, and in her excitement to find something pleasing to Sombra, bust right in......only to stop in her tracks like a deer in headlights.
Locked tightly in a lip embrace, the two snogging pae never even noticed her. Ra'tari growled, tail frizzing in irritation, and walked back out of the room, slamming the door shut. "Stupid pests, not using the lock." she hissed, crossing her arms and checking the remaining rooms to find nothing at all. How lame was this temple!! In anger, she slunk back to find Sombra, looking like a rather pitiful kitten as she clung to his robes. "I find nothing but pests joined at the lips." she pouted hard, wondering why it wasn't her King and herself locked in that room right now...
Seruta
Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:32 pm
Just like that her new friend was gone and ran off to wrestle someone else. Laughing, she threw her hand into the air and waved, shouting a rather loud and probably unnecessary farewell. "BYEBEE FRIEND!" she cooed and turned back to her other new blue friend.
"Hi Flynn, I'm Prisma extremely! And she'll be backy back back!" she giggled, nodding reassuringly in the spastic manner that only Prisma's can. "These pinky pink parties make you want to do lots of funny fun things! Like last time, I met a pretty pretty most BEAUTIFUL lady and a hero and so many new friends...Oh!" she blinked, wondering if any of those 'friends' were here at this party too?
Turning around and around and around when she spotted a familiar face inching the other way through the crowed. Her hand shot up in the air again and she opened her mouth to let out her typical Prisma greeting. "HI MISTER LISANDRU SIREY SIR SIR!" she waved spastically and beamed.
"Thats my favey fav bestestest friend ever!" she pointed at Lisandru while addressing Flynn. "You two should meet yessiree doodles! OH maybe we can all play a game extremely!" she said excitedly, bouncing up and down on her toes as she stared at Flynn expectantly, casting glances back towards Lisandru as well.
wiccan_faillie
Because shes shouting bye even if Agnes doesn't hear it
"That's because you deserve it and then some. Simple as that." the harpy waved a hand nonchalantly at the cat, trying to remain poised and cool in front of the feline. She didn't want to offend the she cat but she didn't want to present herself as weak or otherwise. Only the best company for someone so great.
Erradika chuckled, ruffling the chicks hair some more before releasing the little one. "She'd be lucky to learn even that, but more so from you I'm sure." the harpy declared, honored to receive continued praise but certain she held no candle to that of her hero.
b]"But I also don't remember inviting her to tag along. I believe.... in fact. I said to remain near home." she chirped a bit more seriously, casting a somewhat stern glance down at the chick. Not that she was mad at her persay, more so at the fact that this was a rather long way to travel even for a little one.
But hindsight, it was probably some seriously radical fitness training. Maybe she should have done more of that when she was younger....
Daisicle
Shahrazad
Seruta
Aracari
Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:16 pm
That voice was unmistakable, and Lisandru paused in his tracks, to a small Alister groan.
"PRISMA!" shouted Lisandru back, seemingly quite happy to see her despite his usual disposition. At the same time, he wasn't happy to see her. Great. She was here. Was she going to be acting weird again? She seemed to be acting normal for now, not broken and not kinda seductive sexy. That was atypical behaviour for Prisma, this was typical. Loud, boisterous, cheerful; yeah, that was it. That was how Prisma worked.
Lisandru lifted his hand and waved, waving his brother's hand as well in the process. Alister ripped his hand from Lisandru's, before calmly waving at her himself. "Might-as-well greet your girlfriend."
"She's not my," and he paused, sighed, and gave up.
Fea Line
Prisma
Tartara Seabreeze
Flynn
Seiana_ZI
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Shicala
Hungry Animal
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:22 pm
Vash had never before let himself be detoured from protecting a female in this world of love and peace before, not even Kaelin was able to stop him all those many seasons ago. So even though she rejected him and then walked away from him, he followed after her like a lost puppy intending to protect her if she needed it. She seemed to deem another worth the time to protect her, but this really didn't bother him, after all... A lady could always use more people to protect her.... right?
Daisicle
********************************** Having gathered quite a few weird snacks from the table, Payne hoisted the bag over her shoulder. She moved around the crowd intending to get the hell back out of this mess. She did her best to avoid the oncoming twin light purple pae "watch it" she snapped at them as they barreled past her on their way to the food. Danged kids these days, no respect for their elders... Fixing her bag so it sat on her shoulder better she moved away from the teens and towards the door as sneakily as she could.
************************************ Naomi grinned widely as the fruit was taken from the skewer, she popped another of the pieces in her own mouth as the pae nearest them claimed something about sisters "I has no sisters either, just a brother.... you wanna join that?" She bounced happily and without more then a look sideways and without waiting for a response.. she threw her arms around Pix, she was glad she was 'the best' it wouldn't do at all for her to be the worst. She then offered her newest 'sibling' the last piece of fruit from the skewer.
Tartara Seabreeze
Pix
seina_Zi
Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 9:08 pm
Erasmus rolled his eyes at his twin's question. "Well, duh...always. I meant in addition to checking out the hotties," he snorted, sparing Amatus a look before turning his attention back to the lady on the throne. He nodded briefly in her direction before continuing, "Did you notice? When she showed up, after just...wrangling all those snakes herself? She saw us. Not like, she saw everyone there, but like...she saw us. And I think she was mad." Looking to his twin, puzzled, he asked, "Why would she know us? I don't get it. But I wanna' know why."
There was some connection there...but he hadn't put it all together yet. He'd missed too much and he wasn't missing any more if he could help it. But why would the pink lady know who he was? Or did she? Why would he make her mad? As far as he knew, he'd never met the lady. Maybe back when he was a toddler and didn't remember much...but, what could he have done as a tot to make the lady mad?
So...this Venus lady apparently had epic parties...and really liked pink. There had to be more to learn here.
Clearly, a truly strong warrior needed food to fight well.
Nyra finally tore her longing gaze away from the green and black harpy and towards the buffet table instead. She felt an emptiness within her...a need to be filled, but feeling as if it could never be so.
She must be hungry.
Food would fix this.
Stalking towards the table, she surveyed the selection critically. She felt great disappointment in noting that while there were many things there that likely tasted good...there was no snake in sight. Shame. She wanted to eat the overgrown snake worms.
Then again, thinking back, maybe it was best not to. She'd gotten in more than one bite on the cobra lady...and she remembered that she'd tasted as bad as the meanie swamp stomper. Blech. They probably all tasted just as rotten. Bad meat, gone bad even while still moving around.
She'd settle for...whatever this good smelling roast meat was instead, she thought, ignoring plates and utensils to pick up a couple of slices delicately in her claws.
Dancing bugs! Yes, brilliant. Perhaps they were attracted to the music that was filling the room. If they stopped the music somehow, would the dancing bugs stop?
"No! I don't want to! Let me go!"
