She would draw breath if undead were capable, especially since her reaper guardian had discouraged her from singing without her kerchief over her mouth. The mask had always muffled her singing and she never understood why she wasn't allowed.
"What song Ray-see-a want Marigold sing?" She asked, wanting nothing more than make her new friend happy. She only hoped she knew whatever it was the tall ghoul would request of her.
anemosagkelos
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ooc: Marigold is a quest undead canary zombie, 4"11, and has puffs of toxic gas coming out of her sometimes.
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 9:01 am
The question was somehow unexpected and she felt her mind blank. She had a rather love-hate relationship with music. As much as she loved it, there were songs and then there was music. The latter was often more appreciated with stirring instrumentals and just a sense of peace. Lyrics brought out the judgemental side of her and she had to think hard on what she remembered appreciating rather than what made her roll her eyes and nerves grate.
"You don't strike me as the operatic sort," she mused. No, a more upbeat air was expected at parties, she decided. It took her a bit longer to think up a choice. And then there was the idea that the avian might not even know it. She winced, a slight shudder rubbing up her spine, at the thought occurring to her. She might have to sing it to the other girl first. Metaphorically, she crossed her fingers.
Rasia is a Quest Character; a rusalka (demon) that is 5'10" in height, slim in weight, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dress in teal with matching Mary Jane shoes.
Fyrion turned his head and looked at the moth girl who had come to her, kind of like a moth to a flame? Terrible pun but it was kind of nice to have someone else speak to him. He gave a little nod then sighed. "Yeah I got a weird flyer mentioning some kind of dance but..." He made a generalized sweeping gesture with one hand. "I didn't anticipate this."
He looked at the female standing by him and offered one hand, making sure not to have any flame sparks on it, while folding his wings down tighter over his back. No singing of others that would be bad, people don't tend to like scorch marks anyway. "Fyrion."
The phoenix looked at everyone in the room again, a strange look crossing his features. "Why is everyone burying themselves in clothing? What is with the strange throne thing up there?" He rolled his eyes and then looked at the girl next to him. When she was done shaking or whatever with his hand he crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Insanity..."
Well this wasn't the same as effects from Insanity but it was close enough for what it was. He smirked. "So what shall I call you? I kind of think Moth girl is a bit rude." His smirk showed the tips of his canines, which where mildly longer than natural.
starlog
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 10:04 am
Prom, prom, prom.
His parents had gone on and on about how he should have been going ever since he started school, but so far all he'd done since getting to Amityville is scrape by in class and hide away in his room. Friends? After nearly three years he had none to speak of and he was fine with that. He was always more than happy to just curl up in one corner of his room and nap or do his research for some article or another to publish on his blog. And as far as his grades were concerned...no, his parents weren't too happy (though they almost expected it, given the fact that they knew he was likely to just skip class if he wasn't "feeling up to it," as he always put it). Still, they pushed and nagged and encouraged and more or less just didn't leave him alone, this year more so than the past couple of years.
This year though, they actually went to the trouble of buying him an outfit and contacting him. Every. Single. Day. Until the night of, and so there he was...dressed in really uncomfortable new clothes and without his pelt that made him feel safe in the outside world. They really wouldn't leave it alone so he even tossed his name into some mix-and-match thing just to prove to his parents that he was actually going. So there he was, cowering in a select corner as other students started trickling in and taking up space by the food and on the dance floor and pretty much everywhere.
He watched the others that seemed to be enjoying themselves, wondering what exactly was so fun about this whole thing.
Species: Monster (Skinwalker) Year: One Outfit:Photo (but no sword, 'cause that's dangerous on a dance floor)
Description: He looks like an average high school kid--a little lanky and with messy hair. He usually has a very small camera on him and a little notebook for taking notes, and is otherwise a very, very quiet kid. He'll sometimes say something if he feels like he has something to add to a conversation, but otherwise...good luck.
Eliza drifted in without a sound and without a date. Well, better late than never! Although having only been at the school a short while, she was truly impressed with the academics and overall acceptance of the place. The rest would be up to her! So, grabbing a trey with some liquid refreshment, she drifts up to the one closest to her... "W-would you like a m-m-mug of cocoa?"
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 11:13 am
Visne The Zombie
Visne was excited! She was ready to boogie on down to whatever crazy songs were on, and she was looking forward to the excitement that comes with any prom! She was going by herself, which she might have found embarrassing if she stopped to think about it, but she didn't so she wasn't! The girl wore a green, knee high dress that matched her eyes, and did a fairly good job of keeping all her more detachable parts together. There were not going to be any ribs falling out of her cage this prom, and she had seen to that, with the wonder of duck-tape. It was grey too, and although the tape did not match her skin color perfectly it was good enough for her. The dress was a nice toxic green, one that wouldn't show if she managed to drip any mucus on it, which was going to be inevitable with how this zombie danced.
The zombie looked here and there, admiring the decorations and the general air that the prom was having, and she jumped into it! The girl hardly knew what the song was before she was on the dance floor moving to a beat she wasn't fallowing, and doing her best to dance away her worries. The movements were erratic, sometimes slow sometimes fast. Visne was not exactly skilled at moving her undead body, but that didn't mean she didn't try her hardest. The undead girl rocked out hard, the rattle of that one dialoged thing in her skull making it hard to actually hear the music, but that was okay, she could not fallow a beat to saver her life anyway.
Eliza was agape with Visne's presence! Wow... Though the decorations were impressive the real display was the school's diverse community! Still holding the drinks might be a bit awkward. She attempted to try another approach. "T..that's an amazing outfit! Do you like to come to these events often...?"
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 11:31 am
Visne The Zombie
It was lucky that Visne had at least one eye open while she was dancing, otherwise she probably would not have seen the other girl at all. "Hi!" The girl exclaimed, a little loud. She stopped bobbing her head to the music so the rattle in her skull wouldn't make her miss the other's words. "I do!" She exclaimed to the other's question. "Or, i will! This is my first time!" She grinned, showing a smile with gaps where her teeth had fallen out. She had them somewhere, she needed to glue them back in sometime. "Did you know there was dancing?" Visne asked, excited to have someone to dance with.
Marigold saw no reason to pretend that she knew more than what she did. So when the unfamiliar song was mentioned, her expression changed to an apologetic one as she shook her head.
"Marigold sorry. Don't know song." She admitted but her eyes took on a glimmer of inspiration. "Hum tune? Marigold try follow."
anemosagkelos
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ooc: Marigold is a quest undead canary zombie, 4"11, and has puffs of toxic gas coming out of her sometimes.
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 11:56 am
Prom, a word that the demon loved to hear. Unlike many Erinyes, Lucida was a little social butterfly. She enjoyed talking with different people and let them appreciate her merits. The demon believed that nothing was better to observe creeple's behaviour than in socia occassions and society is a good place to learn. In order to be able to judge a creepson, she still needed to know more.
Since the morning of the day, she had been fiddling her wardrobe for the perfect dress to make a nice surprise at the prom. Expensive Haute couture pieces laid out on her bed, she did a strict elimination and ended up with three fitting the theme. She ran to ask her dear brother's opinion, Roman thought one looked elegant but a bit too exposured for a ghoul at her age and picked another black one for her. Lucida looked at the lovely red dress she had and listened to her brother's choice.
She twisted her hair into beautiful curls, along her ears dangled two drop earrings sparkled under the surrounding lights. Lucida also got a bronze decorative crown with red gems to match her black gown. She moved in elegant steps towards her date in confidence. Her hand reached out and waited for the boil to lead her the way to the venue. Lucdia smiled charmingly and introduced herself, "Lucida from House of demon, nice to meet you."
xxAria starstone
Since I can't seem to catch you on discord, so hope you don't mind me starting a post for us ;3
OOC
Lucida is a Y1 Erinyes (demon) She's wearing THIS dress, with a red gemstone crown accessory on her head.
Anepou had been in a FEVER of sowing since the prom was announced. It had been ever so exciting, and he was now ready. He was wearing a black and silver outfit, in an Egyptian insipred style, with a black rose boutonniere pinned in place. His pants were simple but elegantly cut, in matching colors. He had his long braids tied back into a single, neat tail, tied off with a black silk ribbon, and was holding a black rose corsage for his date. He didn't recognize the name he'd been given, but that did not bother him... A new companion was why he had signed up for the Matchmaking after all.
When the lovely demoness approached, he gave a deep bow to her, and smiled warmly. "A pleasure, Miss Lucida. I am Anepou Sah of the House of Demons as well. Please feel free to call me Anepou, or Ane. I am glad to be accompanied tonight by such an elegant and fashionable lady." He blinked for a moment, having a feeling of deja vu at this meeting, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why right now.
Meegane
No worries at ALL. I meant to do this, honestly, for my two characters yesterday but I was so out of it! <3
OOC: Anepou is a Y1 Anubis Demon His outfit is Egyptian insipred style, but in black and silver instead of the whites shown. He also has a black rose boutonniere.
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 12:29 pm
Another prom had sprung up before he knew it, but luckily in time for him to have at least gotten an outfit before the actual day. Zaire held onto his boilfriends hand as they entered the scene, his free one coming up to scratch at the freed chest. Yes. This outfit was perfect, they should do more of these themed things Zaire thought as he peered around at all the rest of the bodies. The freedom of not wearing a tie pleasing him on a level so high he couldn't even place it at the moment.
To Jory the mahamba turned and spoke loudly to be heard over the music, "Where to first...?" Soft glowing blues eyes drinking in the sight of the other boil shamelessly as they stood. Jory was a good looking creature, despite if he knew it or not, more so now that he looked so fancy. Zaire didn't feel the same about himself however, likely since he hated 'cleaning up.'
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Beejoux
Small start! Outfit (Just in blues and greens to match him) and Zaire for anyone that doesn't know him! )
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Prom was finally here!
Lute was a happy mixture of anxious and excited. Yes there was a theme but she didn't care, the little Satyr had long since settled on her dress for the night. It was a beautiful colorful number that ran to the floor. Her date? Well, that was another exciting point of the night since she was basically going with a stranger.
Someone she could make a good first impression on!
Shyly Lute leaned into the ghoul she had came with, bumping their shoulders on a tiny grin. ".....There is a lot of creeple here huh...?" Lute couldn't tame the bit of a nervous shake to her tone and hoped that her date didn't mind. They had gotten matched together through the prom sign ups, and well, the ghoul at her side was very pretty.
This would be a fun night, she just had to keep reminding herself that it was ok to have said fun!
She considered it. There was no doubt she could manage. It wasn't that she had no ability to sing, it was more that any natural ability at it was severely lacking compared to the others who were natural sopranos with perfect pitch and the prize alluring tone. It didn't help that she'd never practiced at being better at singing but then she didn't really want that kind of voice either.
"Maybe some other time," she decided. "Should we mingle?"
Huni Pi
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Rasia is a Quest Character; a rusalka (demon) that is 5'10" in height, slim in weight, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dress in teal with matching Mary Jane shoes.
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 12:52 pm
She canted her head in confusion, "What mean meen-gel?" she asked.
anemosagkelos
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ooc: Marigold is a quest undead canary zombie, 4"11, and has puffs of toxic gas coming out of her sometimes.
"You know, to hang out. Meet people," Rasia explained trying to be succinct. She took a step away and gestured towards the others. And then waited to see what the undead would do.
Huni Pi
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Rasia is a Quest Character; a rusalka (demon) that is 5'10" in height, slim in weight, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a dress in teal with matching Mary Jane shoes.
She would draw breath if undead were capable, especially since her reaper guardian had discouraged her from singing without her kerchief over her mouth. The mask had always muffled her singing and she never understood why she wasn't allowed. 
