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Post by 1ring42 on Jun 1, 2016 14:02:21 GMT
Nathan met his gaze evenly however there was an obvious teasing glint in his eye. "Well then I'm Nathan Walker of here and there. And if you'd like you can call me Nate."
He broke from the handshake and turned gestured towards the bar. "Perhaps you would like to join me in imbibing whilst we watch the performance, or hunt if you'd rather think of it that way. Either way it should be entertaining."
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Post by Whitebrand on Jun 1, 2016 14:15:23 GMT
Brand looked around at the banquet before him, then shrugged.
"Why not?" he said. "You're probably right. It could well be entertaining"
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Post by canace on Jun 1, 2016 19:55:18 GMT
And when Esther turned back, she found a man standing there before her. Speaking to her! It was almost enough to make her jump but her look of surprise gradually became a relaxed smile as the gentleman spoke. Not every day she heard someone speak like a 'proper' aristocrat. She had to bring a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. Such a vision fair? Quite the ham but at the same time it was flattering.
"Thank you, kind sir, for your flattery. It would. . " As she spoke, something about him seemed a bit off. Maybe it was the way he spoke? ". . . be my pleasure to accompany you."
Would it really? It couldn't hurt. Her friends were making her wait, weren't they? Well, she could make them wait as well and have a little fun. What was the worst that could happen? Just don't drink anything strange, ha ha. Just kidding. That rarely happened, right?
She extended her hand like a proper lady, expecting him to either take it or kiss the back of it but either way she was hoping for a dance! Blissfully unaware of the others around them watching.
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Post by darkduran on Jun 1, 2016 20:23:44 GMT
Krithix places his hand underneath Esther's and lifts it gracefully up, that he may brush the girl's knuckles lightly with his lips. "Enchanté." He says, with a clever and knowing smile. "I knew that I had to approach you to touch your hand. For I did not look at you, as one does not look at the sun, yet still I saw you, without even looking, for there can be no escape from the sun's radiance."
With another bow, he says, "For that simple touch, I thank you. Send me away, and I will depart, grateful but yet yearning. Honor me with but a dance and for this simple favor, you shall have for-ever earned my gratitude and my servitude."
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Post by 1ring42 on Jun 1, 2016 20:40:43 GMT
Nathan led his new acquaintance to the bar and leaned against it so he could keep his eyes on the dance floor. "To the chase." He proclaimed raising his drink in a toast.
He sipped his rum and coke as he watched the exchange between the woman and the mantis.
"Well I was right, this is entertaining. But damn is that guy smooth or what?" He commented towards brand while watching to see what would happen next.
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Post by Whitebrand on Jun 1, 2016 21:11:59 GMT
"He's...laying it on a little thicker than I might but it's definitely working," Brand admitted.
He kept himself from adding that it was a good thing the young lady was bored. It would have sounded terribly petty.
He took a drink for himself and watched the show, while still keeping a casual eye on the ladies he'd targeted earlier.
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Post by canace on Jun 1, 2016 21:48:00 GMT
To the chase, eh?
It wasn't much of a chase, at least not yet! Esther was apparently playing right into the Mantid's hands, blushing a little as he spoke though still wearing that playful smile. She just couldn't believe someone would lay it on so thick but then that's what made these kinds of events fun. Sometimes a person like this showed up to ease the boredom.
Fine then!
She acquiesced with a soft chuckle and a nod. "Then I will honor you."
The real test, she decided, was whether or not this man could walk the walk. Or dance, really.
Come on, smooth operator, don't disappoint!
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Post by darkduran on Jun 1, 2016 22:39:18 GMT
Indeed, it can hardly be called a chase when the quarry does not flee.
"You do me such honor." The tall, thin man replies with a skeletal smile. "Tell me, do you dance the quadrillion? Ah, but of course, I doubt we could find four other couples." He listens to the music a few moments more, considering. "Hmm, perhaps, then, we shall wait for the next song? Have you a favored style?"
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Post by 1ring42 on Jun 1, 2016 22:46:00 GMT
Nathan continued sipping his drink. "True but it definitely seems to be working. From here it looks like she's putty in his hands, or at least well on the way to being such."
He followed Brand's gaze, also keeping his eyes out for appetizing ladies. "So who do you fancy so far?"
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Post by canace on Jun 2, 2016 9:46:52 GMT
Oh wow, he certainly knew his stuff. She was impressed! Half the time boys at these 'balls' didn't know, well, that there were different kinds of ballroom dances.
"A favorite style?" Her head tilted. "Viennese waltz, quickstep, tango. I'm fine with whatever." She gave him a cheeky grin, putting him to the test. To see if he was 'real'. Were all monsters this sophisticated? Well, sooner or later she was to find out.
For right now, the cosplayer of modest fame was going to have her fun!
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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 2, 2016 15:57:01 GMT
In a corner stands possibly the world's largest wallflower; Bek has condensed his monstrousness down to a minimum, squeezed into a rented tux, and stood there for twenty minutes sipping at the same drink. He retains a few shades of his reptilian side for appearances - scale-patterned green makeup covers scaly green skin; his bulky, pointed-toothed lower jaw might be prosthetic; those slitted yellow eyes might be from contact lenses.
His biggest reason for not moving stems from having had to compress away his tail, throwing off his balance severely - the second, of course, is a tie between shyness and not actually knowing how to dance.
But that's okay, right? Maybe one of these girls will want to talk about the latest X-Men movie with a 6'5", 400+ pound man who looks like he could probably swallow her whole without taking off that silly costume!
Yeah, right.
He sips his drink again without noticing it's empty.
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Post by Whitebrand on Jun 2, 2016 19:53:31 GMT
Brand pointed out the two women he'd scoped out earlier, the redhead in the kimono and the fantasy/sci-fi princess...and their little collections of friends.
"Lovely creatures with their own followings," Brand said. "Get the attention of the one and you get the attention of them all, at least for a little while. Get the conversation started and you can find out all you want to know about them. Then it becomes a matter of whittling your choices down to one. Or two. Or..."
He grinned greedily.
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Post by 1ring42 on Jun 2, 2016 20:27:22 GMT
Nathan nodded "Very efficient and so much more," He paused to take a drink of his rum and coke before continuing, "intriguing." He grinned back at the dragon. "Though there is the sufficient challenge of getting a take charge girl to just follow you, or keep the flock from turning suspicious."
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Jackie stepped into the Ball room, camera at the ready. She had ditched her safari outfit for a reporter's suit circa 1930's. She obviously wasn't one for girly garb but the outfit was formal, despite it not being exactly feminine.
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Post by darkduran on Jun 2, 2016 20:31:32 GMT
There are only two kinds of monsters; animalistic beasts and the sophisticated. There is no middle ground between the two.
"While my heart races at the notion of dancing the tango with one such as yourself, the song is, sadly, not appropriate and the other dancers are packed in too close together for a proper quickstep... so then it is the waltz to which I shall aspire in my own presumptuous fashion."
Krithix threads his arm through one of Esther's, leading her out onto the dance floor in the manner of a proper gentleman escorting a lady. Once out onto the floor he instead takes up Esther's hand, bows before the lady... and then twirls her into his arms in a single, fluid motion. With a firm grasp upon her hand, he slips his hand behind her back... and he places it lower then is strictly proper. A bit free with his hands, this man!
"Pardon me if I seem fresh, for I do not wish to damage wings as beautiful as those upon your back with my common, callous hands." His smile, however, is a bit on the rakish side. He knows full well what he's doing... and enjoying it, at that!
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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 2, 2016 21:22:41 GMT
Bek spies the "reporter" and gives a quick but friendly wave; he lets his eyes rove a bit on Jackie's body when she isn't looking. Spotting something, he resolves to approach her; when she next passes close to him, he takes a single step forward, managing somehow to keep his balance.
Massive as he is, certainly that small movement is enough to catch her notice!
"Excuse me, miss…?"
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