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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 23, 2014 18:32:10 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. As he took her to the dance floor he couldn't help but notice a certain glow about her, as though for once she didn't have a care in the galaxy, it was nice. As they stopped and he gave her a devilish grin before asking her, "Simple box-step or steal the show?" And followed with a wink. |
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 18:32:37 GMT -8
Major Writer Mccann snorted loudly enough to compete with a gladiator that was good at not dying at the written words, "Little Thing." This translated into Major Freckleface snorting as though repressing laughter. She doesn't laugh. She tried to once, and a Beskar blast door flew out of its hinges. What sort of women did Corr assassinate- I mean associate with where 6'4", and 190 pounds was considered little. True, she was a bit smaller than he, and we knew this because I looked at Corr's profile as I wrote this because I knew he was egotisti- I mean detail oriented enough to list his size stats.
They spin and spin, getting better at it.
"Clearly not. Good thing too. I didn't want to show you my special, final boss move ability: the ability to bend Beskar like tin."
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Feb 23, 2014 18:39:21 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." "Yeah, you're right," Tess said with a snap. Somehow in this multi-demensional space, a waiter droid arrived at her side with a glass of Merlot. "I'm Tez by the way, as you already know and can read as my display name. We haven't been formally introduced. Congrats on your win." |
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 18:40:18 GMT -8
"Actually, that sounds quite kinky..."
It was true that she was smaller than he, so the 'Little Thing' comment can still stand. This writer also checked profile pages but the mysterious Fallanassi queen of deceit thought it more apt NOT to post such details on her page. Assumptions can be the mother of all fuck-ups but in this case he'd just about got away with it. Besides, should she want to she could likely make him think her anything she wanted... an interesting ability were one to convince her to use it nicely. (Just to clarify; I did NOT list his penis size) >_<
Her comment had drawn a smile from Corr and his confidence improved as he got into the dance.
"Tell me, cyar'ika... What other boss moves do you possess?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 18:47:16 GMT -8
"Yeah, you're right," Tess said with a snap. Somehow in this multi-demensional space, a waiter droid arrived at her side with a glass of Merlot. "I'm Tez by the way, as you already know and can read as my display name. We haven't been formally introduced. Congrats on your win." "Thanks," he said, holding out his hand in the manner one uses when one wishes to shake hands. "I'm Eralam, not that you haven't figured that out yet. Nice to meet you." |
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 23, 2014 18:49:38 GMT -8
"You lead and I'll follow. I believe you already know that I take nonverbal direction exceptionally well." She was surprisingly light on her feet as they spun and twirled across the floor.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Feb 23, 2014 18:59:57 GMT -8
Tez shook Eralam's hand then sipped from the glass in her other hand. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what people at awards ceremony after parties were supoosed to converse about. Talk about channeling the character one dresses up as... "So... What's new?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 19:06:46 GMT -8
Eralam shrugged.
"Not a whole lot. Well, Major dancing is new. Corr in a tux is new. You're new too, I guess. I realize that this is a very literal answer, but small talk is not a thing I do well."
He stubbed out the remnants of the cigar he got from Corr in an ashtray on the bar.
"Well, since both of our companions are otherwise occupied, it wouldn't be untoward to ask if you'd like to dance."
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Feb 23, 2014 19:12:52 GMT -8
Tez also shrugged and downed the rest of her wine. "Okaay, but I'll warn you now, I've got big feet and may step on your toes. I also have never waltzed before so we'll probably look stupid unless you know how. Otherwise, we can just boogie and look cool for breaking social norms. Or something. I dunno."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 19:19:41 GMT -8
What was a cyar'ika? Sure, we can google it, but that seems so nerdy, and I really don't want to fill my search history with pages upon pages of Star Wars stuff. Although he could be calling us, well, you, a trollop. I know you, Major. I hate you. You're many things, but a strumpet? How dare he! Use the ultima weapon now! Kill them all! Kill---
"Shut up."
"Oh, you don't even know abo..."
Bloody damn it, Tes was here, and she saw her dancing. She had been showing off for weeks trying to be this ultimate paragon of feminism. Rage against the man. German woman chancellor. Etc. Etc. Period. And now here she was, dancing with Corr, the manliest of mando men? The prince of absolutely nothing because he bathes in gasoline and stainless steel?
The Major bites down extremely hard on one of her knuckles, then peers up at Corr, looks around the room -her mind racing at about, wait, 34 kilometers per hour? We're talking ant speed here. Super fast. And then she has the solution to the problem, and then that chainsaw toothed grin appears.
"Well, here's another little thing. . ."
Next second, there is an identical Major standing immediately behind the first one. She pokes Corr on the nose, waves, and then stumbl- walks elegantly as if she never had booze in her life because she was some kind of alcohol free freak. Meanwhile, the first Major is still there, dancing, grinning, giving Corr's hands two extra squeezes for good measure.
"White Current created light construct doppelgangers, Baby!"
Back to Major 2. Who interrupts the Eralam/Tes conversation with a look of abject horror. Acted? Maybe. Horror.
"Oh, Tez! You're here! You see, what had happened was that after we hid in that broom closest and you said you had to go to the bathroom? Well, you took forever so I figured you got lost so I went to find you and then.... Hold that thought...." Major 3 appears from behind 2 and proceeds to order another bourbon ale from the droid butler bartender.".....I came here and had A LOT of beer. Lots. Have more!" Major 3 tries to hand Tez one of the two drinks in her hands, looking hopeful, before realizing her friend already had wine, so instead she hands 2 a beer and proceeds to drink the other herself.
"Yea. This is Eradouc- I mean, Eralam. He's good at.... um... being like a cowboy."
2 and 3 smirk sheepishly while 1 spins Corr around under her arm before twirling herself underneath him.
Under his arm. Not anything else. The writer probably has to make this distinction or suffer a horrible misunderstanding that ends messy.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 19:20:36 GMT -8
Eralam looked down at his own massive feet, and since he already had his post written and wasn't going to bother wasting it after Major beat him to a post, went on as if she wasn't currently going nuts.
"I wear size sixteen, and I haven't the foggiest fucking idea how to waltz, but if it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me."
The former Shard headed out to the dance floor. It was true that he didn't know how to waltz, but the gunslinger had a certain awkward grace, and if you couldn't learn a few things by watching, you had no business in his line of work.
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 23, 2014 19:27:20 GMT -8
"Alright let's drop some jaws." He said as they glided across the floor with amazing grace and precision, almost as though they had been trained to do so, which may have been partially true. There was clear, natural chemistry between the two of them. About halfway through he dipped her with a bow that brought their lip just a hair away from each other, never touching and never breaking the very sensual eye contact shared between them. It was almost as if time slowed to a stop before he brought her back up and continued to explore the dance floor.
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 19:43:31 GMT -8
The doppleganger trick was wasted on Corr at first, the dimwitted, alcohol befuddled thug merely thinking it was drink-induced double vision. It was only when the second Major poked him on the nose that he realised she was spinning some sort of Forcie trick. Of course, his own abilities in that area were predominately combat orientated and such subtleties were a total mystery to him. His eyes tracked the second Major as she walked away, intoxicated mind sinking to the gutter as he followed the swaying hips. The first Majors hands squeezing his in a grip that made his bones squeak brought him back to the here and now.
He sighed heavily.
"What fantastic potential for a... uh..."
He blushed and lowered his eyes in a bashful manner. Cyar'ika means sweetheart, or darling by the way. ust a quick subject change there. Now he's going to babble in Mando'a to cover his embarrassment.
"Buy'ca. Lek, jate kebise o'r buyce..."
They continued to twirl and Corr regained a little of his composure. Enough to once again build up towards his next social faux pas...
"How many of them can you sustain at once?"
His eyes flickered across the other two Majors then back to the one in front of him, mind spinning with the possibilities.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Feb 23, 2014 19:47:05 GMT -8
Tess cocked an eyebrow at Major. "This isn't Bioshock, dork. White current my ass. I bet you were just playing on hardcore for, like, the tenth time using nothing but the Decoy plasmid and the shotgun." With that, TESS followed Eralam to the dance floor, unsure who was supposed to do what first.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 19:55:07 GMT -8
There were a few different examples to choose from. The Sin/Ade route would likely lead to the premature death of Era and Tess. The Major/Corr example required the ability to be in three places at once. Eralam decided to split the difference, leading in a slightly awkward but geospacially stable path around the dance floor.
"Wooh. We're not screwing up badly."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 20:00:35 GMT -8
We had no sooner arrived at the bar than some familiar faces appeared...
...And then, three men approached us, one of whom I knew quite well, one of whom I recognized, and one of whom I was quite certain I had never seen in my life. Hastily ordering a Tarisian ale, I turned to welcome the newcomers. The stranger looked thoroughly confused by his surroundings, while Dante and Arcturus looked thoroughly frustrated with their companion. "Well, this is a surprise! Hello Dante, hello Arcturus." Wait, that was Arcturus? He looked nothing like the Arcturus I remembered. Some of you Writers have a terrible habit of getting bored and messing with your characters' appearances, and you never think about the impact it has on the rest of us.Tearing free of Wade's grasp, I wrapped one arm around each of their shoulders in a quick group-hug, then stepped back and raised an inquiring eyebrow as I glanced at the third member of their party. "Who is your friend? I don't believe I've had the pleasure." There was a polite cough at my left elbow, and I turned to see the bartender holding out my drink. Oh, right. My drink. With a grateful nod, I accepted the ale, and took a test sip. Ahh. Now that was perfect. Whoever had organized the refreshments this year had outdone themselves. =Together= "Hello..." At the hug, both Dante and Arcturus looped their arms around Liya, and returned the hug. When letting go though, Arcturus' hand began to slide a might bit too low...but Dante slapped the hand away before it could reach anything offensive. At the swat, Arcturus gave Dante a puzzled look, and then a knowing smirk.
=Arcturus= "You like this one? I'll behave...maybe. Depends on how drunk I get. I can't even remember the alcohol tolerance this body has." Dante simply leered at Arcturus, and rolled his eyes, receiving his glass from the bartender he swirled it gently before taking a sip. At the inquiry, Baylan chuckled nervously.=Baylan= "Me? I'm uh, Baylan Trell. Petty thief trying to make it to master thief. Uh...what is all of this? Where am I? And...why is everyone - CLUNK! A pair of fists simultaneously slapped themselves across the back of Baylan's head, eliciting a curse and glares at Dante and Arcturus. Oddly enough, both Dante and Arcturus had somehow changed clothes - both wearing knee high boots, black pants, a double breasted zeyd cloth tunic, silk cravats, patterned vests, capes, and of course - the frilly cuffs that Arcturus was prone to. Feeling more refined now that they were were in Serennian finery, Dante flashed a wink to Liya - and a courteous nod to those gathered.=Dante= "My my, all of you lovely ladies look absolutely beautiful...Wade, even, somehow manages to bring out his finer traits. As for this man...he's Baylan, newest addition to the Sorrows family. |
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 20:06:25 GMT -8
"But I love decoy. . ." Muttered Major 3 from under her breath much like a child does when whining. It was just a tad odd, but Major 2 found herself sort of leering at Tess while she danced about on the floor, eyes going up to face, then down to legs, then up to face, then back down to the mount of-
"HAH!" Exclaimed Major's Writer. "I knew it!."
2 and 3 shake it off before finishing up their beers and walking back into the original. Now Major (reference record use of the word major in a posting spree) responds to Corr. He had an angle to it. You could it hear in his voice. She was currently oblivious to it at the moment.
"Oh, as many as the eye can see. Hell, I could make a division of them. If you mean detailed work, five or six. They have a lot of range too!"
How did she not inadvertently stumble into a sexual pun there? Plot armor. That's how.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 23, 2014 20:25:48 GMT -8
Between the drink and the dance, she was positively enlivened. The dip brought them nose to nose and Sinarah might have blushed just a little bit. Mr. Sin did not dance, and even if just in her imagination, she could enjoy the idea that she could glide across the floor with a strikingly handsome scoundrel. Adrien brought her back and they continued their path across the floor. Their footwork was precise and perfect because this is fiction and damnitall, I want to look awesome in a ballgown and not be a clumsy mess.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Feb 23, 2014 20:26:13 GMT -8
Tess did the best she could to keep up with Eralam as they traced around the other pairs on the floor. At first she was worried of being clumsly and stomping on the elder's toes, but now she feared her own toes being crushed in to a thousand pieces. "Size sixteen, huh?" she asked. "How the hell do you find shoes?"
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 20:32:16 GMT -8
Her limbo dancing under the innuendo kind of took the fun out of it and left Corr a little crestfallen. While it was entertaining to think of several Majors attending to him it was also a pretty terrifying prospect, and perhaps one best left alone. They had mastered the basic box-step now and were gliding effortlessly around the dance floor, passing by the various other dancers with polite nods and civilised smiles. Who'd have thought it! The twirls they had incorporated were a bit more complicated but still fairly deft in their application, but there was only so much one could waltz...
He leaned in close as they moved, lips nearly brushing Majors ear lobe, and whispered.
"Wanna go get high?"
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