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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 15:14:29 GMT -8
Eralam grinned at Corr's expense. The suit suited him about as well as armor suited a duck, but at least the acrid stench of burned petrochemical products and scorched blood and flesh went away with it.
It was almost time to get the show started. Eralam stood and stretched languidly, trying to psyche himself up for the requisite short speech. He excused himself from the group and headed over to the Major, his writer taking over for a moment to greet his friend.
"You're allowed to join the group, you know."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 15:19:17 GMT -8
"Not my style. I sort of just blend into the scenery and drink it all in."
She said without turning.
"Except birthdays, then it's something else. Great carpet by the way. Very perfectly fibrous under boots."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 15:26:56 GMT -8
"Bah humbug. I thought I was supposed to be the wallflower. You're the barfly. You can punch Corr if it'll make you feel better."
The bartender slid another glass of the clear liquor towards the former Shard.
"Anyway, this shindig is going to get started soon. The music is going be to your liking, at least to start."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 15:33:42 GMT -8
"We'll see.
"And I am a barfly, but usually I'm surrounded by friends. Here? I'm Jarypt. Or Jarpyt? You get the point. Anyway, this beer is pretty good."
And so both aspects of writer and character are kind of veering off into different lines of thought.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 15:43:13 GMT -8
"No one is Jarypt but Jarypt, and for that we are grateful. Anyway, if you want to join us, feel free."
Eralam and his writer waved jauntily before the writer was booted back out and the Shard headed back to the thickest part of the crowd.
"Right. Who's ready to get this shit started?"
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 15:51:30 GMT -8
Corr's manner had changed with his apparel. Gone was the bitter, belligerent snarl and in its place was a smooth, urbane drawl that would have sounded extremely civilised were it not for the increasingly slurry aspect to everything he said. Coupled with the twang of his Concordian accent he sounded more like some rustic hillbilly trying to imitate a posh stock broker. His interest in events had also increased, tthis time in tandem with the amount of booze that he had consumed. Perky is a word that could be attributed to him at this time but I warn you that this could change at the drop of his top hat.
The bardroid had likewise adapted with the change, the inbuilt algorithm adapting to the new clothing and depositing a massive glass of brandy in front of the meticulously dressed gentlemando.
As Eralam asked his question Corr leaned on the bar with the glass of brandy warming in his crushgauntless hand, pipe instead of cigar poking rakishly out of the side of his mouth.
"Be absolutelilly delighted to shtart, my good shard. I promises not to shout 'bollocks' during your speech..."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 15:53:04 GMT -8
She could have definitely used that conversational tonic just then, but so it goes. Deciding that felt a little too much pity card on the one hand, but thinking that assuming so much was likely to cause assonface syndrome ultimately resulted in her being rooted in place, in a sense frozen. The best route was to just keep words few and far in between and watch just how the rest of this party would go. That, or being really drunk could make everything look grand, but that would take a few more. Many few more. Doing her part, she gets another beer and downs this one just as quickly as the second.
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 23, 2014 15:55:51 GMT -8
It wasn't so much that Adrien wasn't paying attention to what was being said, it was just that he really didn't have anything to add. Oddly enough the captain found himself at a loss for words, perhaps in part due to his waiting on a certain someone to arrive, perhaps not, one could only speculate at his watchful eye on the room watching the door and peering at the faces that entered. But he listened to the exchanges around him while he drank his Dorian Quill and smoked his cigarra given to him by Corr, it was certainly no Kubaz, this one was harsh and had a strong odor. He wasn't particularly fond of it, but hey, it was a gift.
Looking to his left he noticed Liya and company walk in but decided not to approach them just yet, instead he stepped up next to Sin and whispered in her ear as he put his arm around her waist, "Finally something to look at." There was a laugh in his voice as he spoke. He pulled back and returned to a normal volume "So, Emperor, the band is almost ready, how bout a dance?" He looked at Eralam, "Unless of course you'd like the first one, being her date tonight and all."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 16:03:27 GMT -8
Eralam grinned in a crooked sort of way.
"I reckon the Emperor can pick her dance partner. Perks of the office, don't ya know? If you'll excuse me for a moment..."
Eralam headed over to the podium.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and Corr, thank you for being here. It's been a hell of a show so far, and if you slack off now, I will be sorely pissed. The band is ready, you guys look ready, so the first dance will start in just a few minutes. Pick your partners wisely."
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 16:21:10 GMT -8
This was it. This was the cue he'd been waiting for to sally forth into the defenses and get his ass handed to him with such indifference it would forever be remembered as the moment he was unmanned. With a deft tilt of his arm he downed his brandy and rose from his seat. A cane magically appeared in his hand, the head an elaborately carved bit of ivory depicting Corr's own helm, the horns curving up between his fingers, and with an agonisingly casual walk he approached Major.
The cough to get her attention was pathetic and the words stammered out from him as he vainly attempted to sound appealing and seductive.
"Would you like to dance, milady?"
He doffed his top hat as he spoke, the smile he adopted making him look like he was in excruciating pain.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 23, 2014 16:56:18 GMT -8
"Ade, I'd be delighted." She deposited her champagne flute on the bartop and allowed Adrien Draykon escort her to the dance floor, his touch gentle but firm as they took their places for a waltz. She had not danced in a formal setting in forever and she was excited to be able to just be silly and not so serious for just a while longer.
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 17:26:39 GMT -8
Now that was surprising. The writer/character combo could respond in any number of ways and go on describing various emotions using colorful dark sided adjectives to make the sentiment -or set it. From Corr's grimace, she was sure he lost a bet.
"Yes."
Hey, pain is pain.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 17:39:54 GMT -8
*The ballroom? The party was being moved elsewhere? Well then, that was where they needed to go then! Grinning, Morgan hopped out of her seat, not waiting for compliance from either Jake or Terra as she attempted to drag them off toward the ballroom and to the party! Time to cut loose!*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 17:42:06 GMT -8
As everyone took their places, the first strands of the Vienna Blood Waltz began to play. Eralam, finding himself without a partner, made his way back over to the bar, content to watch the whirling couples.
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 17:46:56 GMT -8
Well that was... unexpected. Though Corr's offer was sincere his writer was a bit nonplussed at the acquiescence to the request. He'd expected some kind of stabbing maneuver not a calm 'yes'. In fact, such was the writers befuddlement we are lucky to get a coherent post not a inked hand print with a signature. The writer is also sure that this was, indeed, Major's writers intent with this and waves a jaunty 'well played' across the ocean.
Anyway... the show goes on.
Despite his sincere effort Corr too had nevertheless expected rebuttal and was also rather taken aback. Couple with this was the not know what the hell to do next, him being as socially inept as a spanner.
"Ahh... Excellent! Good stuff..."
He glanced around quickly for inspiration, a silly smile plastered on his face, and managed to spot Ade and Sin. Immediately seeking to mimic the suave smuggler Corr clumsily attempted to encircle his arm around Majors waist just as the music began to play...
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 23, 2014 17:57:37 GMT -8
Z'har and Jade entered the Ballroom arm in arm in the middle of the Blood Waltz as Major and Corr moved past in a most interesting fashion. Jade and her writer both nearly laughed out loud at the concept, though she turned quickly as the Admiral pulled her into a close embrace before moving out onto the dance floor.
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 18:01:56 GMT -8
Nothing was better than a roguish man who fumbled in formal affairs, except Corr was not exactly roguish. More like the most polished Mando in existence. Hah! That thought would probably serve as an insult. Besides, she was just glad there was someone with an uglier mug than she.
Well, that was more of an opinion. Major's writer countered her characters' wicked thought with a suave, demeaning, "Wouldn't bet on it."
Luckily for him, she had read all about ballroom dancing, and may or may have not spent downtime waltzing with her musket. Adjusting his arm to the proper place upon the small of her back, they begin their circles, with that ridiculously long and black hair shimmering about like silken strands.
The secret was raw eggs and avocado applied directly to the scalp.
"I'm glad you're not wearing a crush gauntlet."
She almost instantly had a great pun to tell Corr that played off crushing. Mmmmm, no, better save that for situation G.
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 18:16:23 GMT -8
It was nice to now that the writer/character combo of Major had all scenario's and eventualities worked out because neither Corr nor his writer had a freaking clue what was going on. To use the term 'out of his depth' would be putting it mildly, and the look of mystified panic on his face was comical to behold. That being said, the man was a natural predator, an instinctive fighter, and as soon as he was led through the routine once he found himself easily adapting to the strange dance. His feet moved with dexterous efficiency despite his size, and his touch was surprisingly gentle. Of course, he was gentle because he wasn't sure where to let his hands rest in this odd coupling, not wanting to offend the dangerous little thing he was twirling with.
So... What else did one do in these silly dances? Striking up a conversation seemed to have long odds against any success but she surprised him by speaking first. Corr opened his mouth but nothing came out, prompting him to close it again was an audible clack of his teeth. The wince that followed was accompanied by a bit of a stumble as he tried to engage his mind in more than one activity at once. He quickly backed away from such multitasking and got the dance back under control again. His mouth opened again, this time without the accompanied complication of his brain...
"You know... A lot of people actually think that the crushgaunts ARE my hands..."
He looked down at his hands, entwined with hers, and lamely added...
"They're not."
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Feb 23, 2014 18:23:50 GMT -8
A figure stomped in, trying to figure out why the hell she was locked in a broom closet and her partner was no where to be found. She glowered when she saw the ghastly sight of Major... dancing?! "I must dead," she said aloud. "Or she must be incredibly wasted on Kentucky Bourbon. Again."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 18:27:36 GMT -8
Having nothing else to do, Eralam addressed the newcomer's unasked questions.
"Yes, that is the Major. Yes, she is dancing. I can't say anything about your level of intoxication, but if you're unsure, you haven't had enough."
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