SINGLES NIGHT [OPEN EVENT]

"Heh...not really..." Percy replied from Dagda's side, his two-toned head swiveling around with only mild interest. It set a mood, to be sure, but most of the grandeur would be lost on someone from the Dagger family. Still, even though he'd have never shown up here on his own, he'd been powerless to say no to Dagda's invitation. He'd had every excuse not to. While he'd healed a lot since the Fairy Tail incident, he still had the mechanical apparatus on his leg since it had been broken so badly by pieces of building. Wearing it outside his clothes was annoying as was how much it slowed his movement, but at least he'd gotten used to the whirring noise he couldn't seem to stop. Anyway, that little digging at the back of his mind that gave him the smallest hope that perhaps they could be a little something more than best bros made this singles event sound more alluring than it was once they got here. He'd been an idiot to even entertain that errant little voice that tried to encourage not only an inappropriate relationship with a friend, but a relationship with what his family would deem the wrong gender. All that complicated mess aside, keeping a non-Earthland friend company as he tried to meld into the world was something he'd gladly help with any day. Dagda was one of his very few companions, and he cherished him in whatever capacity he could get him.

Or he had. It took one moment to have him internally cursing Dagda's existence. In very stark contrast to Dagda's pleasant surprise, as he saw and heard the host, Percy violently recoiled with a very foreign expression twisting his features. It was outright disgust. And a deep, familiar, guttural terror. All wrapped up in an ugly box of hatred. Lilith Kadokawa was his least favorite person on this planet, and that was including the crotchety old grandpa who had scarred his face and his very soul. This woman single-handedly traumatized him so thoroughly concerning dating and intimacy during her days with Artemis that he had yet to form any sort of bond like that with another person. The closest he'd ever gotten to even feeling that sort of attraction was to a man! And it made being friends with Shen hazardous since he never knew when she'd blow in on her broom! Ugh, and the recent troubles she was causing the whole Dagger estate with her trashy rumor column was a testimony to how completely she could wreak havoc and never even be within proximity to the people she haunted. "Oh god no..." he muttered as he was finally able to pull himself together enough to speak once she left his sight (she was like a spider, if you looked away she'd reappear on you), but Dagda was gone. In an absolute panic, he whirled around, looking for his friend. They had made it inside a decent ways, standing among the crowd. Great, so now he lost sight of Lilith and Dagda!

Oh wait, there he was...but he was with one of their guildmates. Alright, he found someone! Percy could leave! An event worker stopped him to give him a nametag, which he tried to politely decline and explain that he was leaving, but he ended up with his name on his smoothly pressed back button-up anyway. No matter. He still shouldered as gently as he could through the crowd toward the door, steps going as fast as the leg brace would allow. Any second Lilith would somehow sense him and descend upon him like a one-woman pack of famished wolves to torment him. Perhaps he'd pushed into one of the other attendees a little too hard in his haste because suddenly a burly man with a wealth of scars spun around on him and gave him a grumpy shove.

For the second time, a certain underdressed individual with a scary expression would feel a bump of another body, but this one was far more substantial than the other. "Excuse me," he huffed, struggling to catch his balance with the bum leg. He was smoothing his shirt and gray dress pants out of reflex, but he stopped mid-motion as it dawned on him who he was looking at. Leon. Why was Leon here? Blinking his mismatched eyes a couple times, the orbs slid to the kid he was with, finding it a very strange grouping to be sure. "Er, sorry," he offered both of them, feeling more awkward by the second. He somwhat braced himself for whatever Leon would have to say, since he knew he couldn't get away fast enough to avoid it.

Percy was cursed. He had to be.

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"Good grief."

Once again, Krishna was currently at the scene, chilling inside the Crocus City Hall ready to mingle! Actually, no, god no. This doesn't fit Krishna's usual type of event. For one, he usually likes having a small amount of people, or preferably, no one else except himself. Secondly, he likes his events to be rather quiet unless he is on a mission of sorts. Honestly, this was some sort of recommendation made to him in order to finally make some friends. Hah! I doubt thats gonna happen.

Even though Krishna has a large dislike for huge amounts of people, he is still willing enough to dress nicely. He was currently wearing a large, neat black suit, with a devilish red tie in the middle. Truly, he looked like a typical gentlemen at this party. In reality, he was a typical loner on the side of the area, flipping through the pages of his journal.

Maybe he will meet someone, maybe he won't. It didn't matter to this behemoth of a man.

The venue had started to fill with rather more interesting individuals that Akane had believed to be the above average folk of Fiore. Some interactions had no clear formal beginning, it was just walking up to someone and talking. That was it, regardless of how the approach is made. The lack of any social construct for introducing oneself was interesting, and proved to be a future boon in her head. The idea of just walking up to someone whilst the other person expected her to just be another citizen will truly leave a satisfying sight of shock in their eyes once Akane slits their throats. An uplifting thought to be sure, especially for demon living inside her head, who has now tempted her with the vice and allure of alcohol. The young lady has never drunk such beverages before. Never had the chance with her family in Midi keep trying to "protect their investment" and the kind of people she had to work with back in Hostia. This was the only time she had any semblance of freedom. Of true freedom. And so with the opportunity in hand, the voices in her head only had to say to grab it by the horns.

It appeared to be the perfect time too as people have begun pinning the supposed name tags the alluringly beautiful hostess from earlier. She had instructed them to simply write her nickname down which was "Aya" and then proceeded to accept the tag and pin it to her left side herself. Afterwards, she excitedly made her way to the bar. Or at least, as excitedly as she can get. The shy girl gracefully passed through the middle of the room like a ghost. She got to the bar and starred at the shelves behind it, trying to take her pick. Even going as far as looking around her and look at the other people ordering their drinks which proved to be of no help at all as it just a glass of water. She had to think off the top of her head and remember whatever the other people she saw drinking had. Wine? Beer? Vodka? Gin and Tonic? Tequila? She has witnessed numerous parties in service of the family that abused her and she tried to recall the most extravagant drink worthy of a party that could lead to many opportunities during and after. And so it was that she chose.

She pointed over to a bottle of tequila. The bar quickly understood and handed her a shot of glass filled with such and downed it without hesitation. Now, as a first time, Aya would feel a bit of a sting from the beverage but she pushed through. Her face tightened up a bit before she let out a sigh of satisfaction and asked for another. When the drink got to her, she was approached by a boy? girl? she couldn't tell, not at first glance anyway but she did have some adorable round glasses and a quaint t-shirt that said meow. "H-hello. Care to join me?" she said softly as she raised the new shot of tequila near her head and tilted it a bit towards the person that had approached her, ever so shockingly at that as well. Still, that was the custom that she had observed. She wasn't really keen on speaking aloud. Having a regal demeanor but never the confidence that came with it.

WC: 573
Personal Total: 1,110
@Wren

Noctis observed the party and people from the comfort of the wall he had not expected to attract attention. He was there to enjoy free alcohol at the host's expense. Noctis had been removed from such gatherings and events since the incident occurred five years ago. He still had much to accomplish with clearing his name with his father so he would recognize him as his son once again, but that was neither here nor there, he mused, taking a sip of his drink.

Noctis had been so lost in his thoughts that he had barely noticed the well dressed young lady shuffling along and staring at her feet as she did so. Just in time, too, as she bumped right into him and spilled her drink. Noctis, with a feline-like grace, spun out of the way, not spilling an ounce of his drink as he did so. he resisted the urge to pull a pistol with his magic and instead opted to use his can to keep her at a distance. He smirked, noticing this ' I guess Vic is rubbing off on me.' he thought as he looked the young lady over.

She appeared to apologize, but he was not paying attention to that currently. He had caught a trace of her scent, and it smelled of death and blood.. like a feral monster of some sort. "Not another step closer!" he said firmly and loud enough that she would have been able to hear him. " I'm not sure whom or what you are for that matter, but there is a foul smell about you that reeks of blood and death." he said, sternly not taking his eyes off the young lady whose eyes had yet to leave the floor in front of her. Something was amiss with her, but he could not quite place it. He awaited a reply from the person or thing in front of him at this point.

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[Noctis Word Count: 643]

@Kyra Velkhomme

The idol certainly was spirited and Medeia had not come across someone quite like her in some time. Mind you, it had been a while since the witch had met anyone new. Still, she was a little surprised at just how casually the pink haired girl had shrugged off her use of her magical energy and it brought a smile to the ancient angel’s face. “You do not seem too bothered about the fact that you just had a foreign mage slithering up your leg,” she replied with a chuckle, a hint of amusement in her purple eyed mage. “I thought it would be more effective then what those admirers of yours were trying.”

The chuckle turned into a deeper laugh as the model went on to rather forwardly ask about Medeia’s reasons for being there. “Oh, I am not sure if I would go as far as to say I am seeking a significant other. I have found that the whole one to one thing is overrated. Experimentation is far more fun.” She saw no reason to lead the girl down the wrong path, in case Illya was looking for something more old fashioned. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Illya. I am Medeia. I must say that your pictures in the magazines do not do you justice, my dear. You are far lovelier in the flesh,” she complimented, the words rolling off her tongue naturally. She was indeed and the angel had to try rather hard not let her eyes wander. Her mind, however, was already five to ten steps ahead which was absolutely typical of her.

Having to pull herself together slightly, Medeia would take a sip of her drink, “So, what is the world famous Illya Pegasus looking for? A companion for life or something more casual?” She had a suspicion that being more up front was probably the best angle and so simply went with it.

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@Illya Pegasus

Tiisha snorted in disgust as she stepped into City Hall. Single's Night. What a joke. Mortals must be pathetic if they could not conquer those they wanted. Love was a myth. Lust was to be satisfied in whatever ways you wanted. Unfortunately, such methods were frowned upon in the mortal realm. Tiisha need to learn how the mortals satisfied lust. It had been too long since another body cradled her own. This Single's Night should manage to teach her. She had dressed up for the event.

Turashi trailed behind her sister. Tonight, she had shed the masculine form she usually inhabited. Her feminine form was a blonde, curvaceous. Hopefully enough to draw any male eye. Tura wanted no attention from females tonight. She struggled with the various females of her new guild. Tura wanted to relax. She glanced at her sister. If she was allowed that luxury. Tii had been unusually aggressive toward any perspective mates Tura even looked at too long. Sighing, Tura entered the City Hall. Her white dress swirled around her ankles.

Tii looked at her sister and sneered. She was acting like a male. Shameful for the feminine perfection she now inhabited. Unable to look at Tura any longer, Tii plunged into the crowd. How did one do this event anyway? Approach any individual and haul them down for a kiss? Maybe a lavacious pass on a nice butt? Tii scowled at the holes in her knowledge. What to do?

Lightning struck Tura after her sister left. She'd been scanning the crowd. A familiar shock of pink hair caught her gaze. Her hands flew to her mouth. Tears gathered in her eyes. She'd never thought to see him again. Had he brought their - no, his - baby? The blonde moved toward him. She wouldn't stay long. She was sure he wanted nothing to do with her. All Tura wanted was to know: was their baby okay? Happy?

She reached a hand toward his back. Tura paused an inch away. Did she dare? She'd abandoned their child with him with no explanation. Did she have any right to know? Tura slowly pulled her hand back. She wasn't a mother. She'd run away. No matter the reason, Tura had run from her child. A sob stuck in her throat. Those nights with him had been the happiest. A glimpse into something mortals had that she could never know. Her fingers balled, covering her mouth. The sob broke forth along with her tears. Tura knew she didnt deserve to know about their baby.

She wanted to be selfish this once. "D-danny?" Tura choked through her tears. She reached out again. Her fingers brushed against his shoulder. Shoulders she remembered crying on, being hugged against, clutching in ecstasy. Shoulders that had once carried her happiness. "That is you, isn't it?"

WC: 473
@Danny

"H-Hey!" Percy exclaimed as he was violently jerked by the wrist in a direction away from the way he wanted to go. If Leon had paid attention to the limping man he dragged across the crowded room, he'd know exactly what the mechanical support was for. In fact, as he was whirled around and put against the wall, the man that had formerly easily defeated him in the ring tried to suppress a wince and vocalization of pain (he failed) as his compromised balance made him hit harder than he wanted, since his ribs might have mended enough to be up and about, but they were still in the process of healing. Despite the annoying exoskeleton outside his dress slacks, this was the first time in a little while that Percy had put any effort into his appearance and he looked decent. There's been little point when he'd blatantly looked like a building tried to crush him. Now, most of the superficial wounds were fading. Only a ghost of a fresh scar was left on his lip and the bruises were light enough for him to cover up with a little concealer. Leon was so close, though, it was probably more obvious than at first glance that he'd recently had some sort of unfortunate accident.

"No, what's your problem, Leon?" At least the little jolt of pain and the shock of running into such an angry Leon seemed to inject some much-needed life into Percy. Since the attack on Fairy Tail and his subsequent switch to Meliora Vitae, he hadn't been himself. The blow to his ego had been monumental, and he'd spent a lot of time in his room aboard the flying ship instead of working. The only times he remotely perked up was when he tried to do so for Dagda's sake, since he didn't want to be a buzzkill for his new-guild excitement. But now, as he ran into Leon on accident yet again, his own temper started to flare, which thankfully erased the flustered stutter he'd otherwise have right now. "You don't own the whole world, Leon. Could I possibly be here for the event?" he hissed, glowering at the taller man trapping him. Funny, the last time he'd been pinned to the wall by an angry man towering over him, he'd made a really good friend. This time, all he wanted to do was take Leon up on the offer and knock the crap out of him, even though he knew it wouldn't be as easy this time in his condition. "Besides, you're the one far from home. I live and work here. Now, would you kindly move?" Percy asked, a hand raising to push at Leon's solid chest. Hm. Very solid...


[wc: 457 || Percy's Total: 1244]

Percy's anger likewise evaporated just as suddenly as Leon's. He was actually a little shocked, brows jumping up as his aggressor's body language did an about-face, but all that turned into something more like embarrassment once he realized exactly why Leon had backed down. So he'd noticed. That was a whole different type of irritation since now the last person he wanted to feel pity for him was this guy, but he returned to his more mild-mannered self now that the threat level had lowered. He did pause, however, weighing his options. He very much didn't want to get caught by Lilith. Staying to explain would take time. However, it didn't look like Leon was going to move until he did just that, so which was the quickest option? He certainly wasn't going to create a scene and try to shove the man out of the way, but he also didn't really want Leon to know what happened? It was like showing vulnerability to an opponent, which he still felt like they were. At first, it had been purely on Leon's end, but now he found himself a little like he had to have his guard up, waiting for the right hook.

After his pause of consideration, he sighed and relented. Of course he relented. He always did. And this was where some of his insecurity and truly wounded pride would show. The memory was still raw and jarring. It had been like a nuke going off with no warning at all. He'd just been in the office having a snack and chatting with a couple newer members, asking them about their magic and having a nice time when brick and mortar exploded all around him. A giant creature roared, but it was lost in the ear-peircing noise of demolition. Most if not all used their innate magical skill to escape or shield themselves, but Percy had no such safe-guard. He had barely been able to get off his stool and take more than a few steps toward the door before a large chunk of the splintered roof landed on his leg, nearly crushing it beyond repair. He hadn't even had time to scream in pain before the rest of the doomed building rained down on his prone form, busting up his ribs and at least granting him the mercy of unconsciousness. The next thing he knew he was in the hospital. "Uhm..." Percy started, his breath catching in this throat before he forced himself past it, "Ah, did you hear about what happened to Fairy Tail? ...I was inside the g-guildhall when the dragon attacked and leveled it," he said, dropping his eyes off and to the side as he spoke. Nice of the stutter to try and sneak back in. That helped the situation loads. It was when he lowered his eyes, though, that he noticed his hand was still pressed against Leon's chest. Pulse jumping, he hastily dropped it, resigning to his position and leaning his wait more comfortably against the wall. Maybe with Leon's bigger frame shielding him, Lilith would never see him.


[WC: 517 || Percy's WC: 1761]

Masha clapped her hands excitedly. It was singles night! Singles night where she could find some friends - hopefully. The doctor had no illusions about finding love here. Her memories hadn't returned. How could someone be a partner without knowing who they were? Masha shook her head. Only good thoughts now on out. She wiped imaginary dirt off her dress. Time to have some fun!

City Hall was packed when she stepped through the door. Masha smiled at the various people all mingling together. All kinds coming to one place to ease their loneliness. Props to whoever organized this whole event. The redhead moved toward the bar. A few eyes followed her but Masha was oblivious. She never felt beautiful. Why would someone watch her?

Masha stopped by a gorgeous blonde. "Hi! My name is Masha. What brings you here today?" That was a normal greeting right? Masha turned to order a water. She'd learned a while ago that alchohol didn't affect her at all. A disappointing discovery since she thought being drunk would be great fun. It also made her wonder what other secrets her body was hiding.

She sipped the water once it arrived. "what's your name? The redhead asked, looking toward the blonde. Something drew her toward the woman. Masha couldn't put her finger on what it was. However, it was an itch she wanted to scratch. Who knew what would result from it?

WC: 238

@Leona Jarnefeldt

Her silver eyes moved around fast, trying to take it all in. Of course she had seen the city hall before, but never like this. Not decorated as beautifully as this or filled with so many handsome people in it. What was even more overwhelming though was the amount of smells teasing her nose. From sweet perfumes, to the seemingly countless fragrances of food and of course the natural pheromones. It was almost overwhelming, so before she went in she took her time to smoke a cigarette just outside.

Of course Teresa was never shy of having a bit of fun and she had to admit it had been a while since she was single again. She was not ready to get married or anything just yet, but waking up alone was getting a bit stale. The main reason she was here though had to be the free food and booze. She was dying to taste the various local specialties. At least so she told herself as she walked flicked the cigarette away and walked in.

Her blond hair was tied down in a knot and she was wearing tight deep blue jeans and a fluffy red sweater with a diamond brooch on it. On her right wrist she wore three bracelets made of black silver and two plain golden rings around her fingers. A blue pearl necklace decorated her sleek neckline. She had considered wearing her while gloves, but decided to go for the tighter emerald green ones. “So big boy, can you tell me where to find the bar?” She said playfully as she ran her finger across some guys chest. After getting the desired reaction and directions, she gave him a smile before turning abruptly around and making her way straight through the bar.

She was about half way there when suddenly she was distracted by a very eerie feeling in the air. She was very sensitive to magic and random energy flow, so she was constantly bombarded. This one was strong enough to actively register though and surprised she looked around, pivoting around her own axle.

Guess it was nothing… She thought to herself as she could not find anything and began moving towards the bar again. Of course it was always a good idea to turn back before moving forward. A lesson she tended to forget and as usual she crashed into someone. It was like bouncing into a firm, yet surprisingly soft wall. Not a bad first impression at all. “My apologies, I was just on the way towards the bar.” She said playfully shy as she took a step back and let her silver eyes glide over this stranger. “Though if you want I could be persuaded to let you get a drink for both of us.” She said with a sly chuckle, before giving him a playful smile and slowly moving past him towards the bar.

WC: 475/475
@Noctis X'ail
@Kyra Velkhomme

Leona was sitting at the bar sipping from her half-empty glass of ice water when a redhead strolled up to the bar and ordered a glass of ice water. After the order was complete she sat down beside the Wizard Saint and asked Leona what she was doing here.

"I'm here for Singles Night. I had a break from work and heard about this event, so I decided to attend and see what it was all about." Leona told the redhead while still looking at her glass of ice water. Leona was technically telling the truth. She had a break from work and had heard about Singles Night, so she decided to attend the event. What she did not say was that Leona was here to improve her modest social skills, not seek romance. However, the very point of Singles Night was to try and find a romantic partner.

It was too late for Leona to leave now.

Figuring that she had nothing to lose by talking to someone, Leona turned to face the redhead and came face-to-face with someone from her past, a familiar someone. The red hair. The blue eyes. The outfit that was eye-catching because of the wearer's physique.

It was Masha Dymonrel!

Leona remembered the job they had taken together where she and Masha had been drawn into a different world and clashed with an angel who believed that they were either demons or slaves to demons. After a protracted physical and verbal fight against the angels the pair had won their freedom and had somehow proven that they were not in league with demons, something that they had been trying to tell the zealous angels all along. The blonde also remembered something else.

Leona remembered that Masha had wanted to kiss Leona after their adventure. The blonde almost immediately began to blush and her mind began to race.

Maybe Masha had come to collect on the kiss.

Since it was Singles Night no one would find it out of place.

The media was going to have a field day with this if the kiss was caught on camera.

Leona could already imagine the headlines that would grace the cover of the newspapers.

Wizard Saint Kisses Mystery Redhead!

Confirmed! Leona Jarnefeldt Has A Girlfriend!

Not wanting to be rude to an old acquaintance, Leona shook off the awkward scenarios in her mind. There were plenty of other big names here, including Lilith Kadokawa. Everyone else would likely be too focused on the beautiful Rune Knight to pay much attention to the Wizard Saint. Sometimes Leona thought too much about her own importance. She was a small fish in a big pond.

Focusing on the present, Leona made eye contact with the beautiful redhead and spoke.

"I'm Leona Jarnefeldt, the Wizard Saint of Courage and Guild Mistress of Silver Wolf." Leona introduced herself to Masha, still blushing furiously. Masha was so beautiful that she made Leona feel plain. Compared to the conservatively dressed blonde, the redhead looked positively alluring.

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[Leona's Word Count: 1,723]
@Masha

@Noctis X'ail @Teresa Sinclair

"Yeah, I was there," Percy confirmed, crossing one arm over his torso to idly rub the other. Then he got something rather unexpected. An apology. "It's fine," accepted the two-toned man, not one to hold grudges over petty things.

In the end, Leon knew just what to say to pull him out of the funk that was trying to reclaim him, even if it was unintentional. Mentioning the fight brought a little of his confidence back out, his lips quirking up on one side just a little as his own eyes met the taller man's with a little bit of that fiery glint he'd had in the ring. Leon was still sore about losing, but at least he finally seemed to be coming around to accepting that's just how fights worked out sometimes. Maybe he would stop blaming him like he'd done it maliciously. Percy had no idea the true ramifications of their fight for Leon, after all. It was nice that they could finally speak more calmly about it now. Apparently, all that needed to happen was for a building to nearly kill him...

"Thanks, you weren't bad yourself," he said, finally getting a chance to get his words acknowledged this time. "Most of the fighters at Equal Grounds are all brute and no technique. I've been trained the exact opposite way since I could stand on my own by experts in nearly all martial arts and physical combat disciplines. If you had a little of my training to go with whatever training you've already had, you could win all the fights at the there...except maybe against me," the youngest Dagger explained, some of his cockiness making a brief appearance, but his heart was in the right place. "That's what I've been trying to tell you when we kept running into each other. I think you have some great potential and I... I just wanted to help you train," Percy finished, his hand moving from rubbing his arm to awkwardly running through his hair, which was unfortunate since it'd been nicely styled before that moment. Percy was good at science, technology, and fighting. Any skills other than those, like social adeptness, were beyond his comfort zone.


[WC: 368 || Percy's WC: 2129]

Akeya watched as around her people mingled and enjoyed themselves. Of course not everyone was as eager, but plenty of people seemed quite enthusiastic about meeting new strangers and possibly finding someone they found a particularly strong interest in, whether it was for one night or a longer period.

As she took on the role of observer Akeya had situated herself at the bar, although so far she'd only grabbed one glass of wine, and even that had been left largely untouched as her focus was on the world around her. Golden eyes darted from one figure to another, taking note not only of their appearance but also of their apparent abilities and personality. You could learn a lot about someone from the way they dressed and they way they moved. It wasn't a field that Akeya had mastered but that just made it all the more important that she used this opportunity to practise and refine it. Several of the people attending this event were powerful enough that it couldn't hurt to gather some intel on them. As for the ones of a lower level... well, only a fool would think that someone who starts out weak would always be weak. Too many powerful and legendary figures fell because they underestimated the growth of others.

There was, of course, the question why Akeya was even here. She wasn't particularly interested in finding someone to spend time with. Leila had told her that she wouldn't mind if the dragoness had some fun while the nature goddess was adventuring with her family, but Akeya didn't have a strong need for romance or companionship in the first place, as demonstrated by the fact that after Leila left for her trip she'd returned to largely sticking to herself. Perhaps the truth of the matter was simply that she found herself bored and figured that it might be entertaining to watch the people of Fiore flounder about trying to impress the opposite sex. Or the same sex. Or both. It really depended on what their preferences happened to be.

Although she wasn't sure if the entertainment was worth the trouble of wearing shoes. She loathed shoes. They were impractical and looked silly. If she had to wear footwear she preferred wrappings or boots. Shoes were just... She rolled her eyes as she hid her disgruntlement by taking another sip from her drink. Unfortunately if she turned up dressed for the occasion but without the appropriate footwear someone was bound to notice. There actually was a saying among those who had a... vested interest in figuring out the identities of others: "Nobody remembers the shoes." You could be dressed up in the nines and still blow your cover because you forgot to wear the appropriate shoes. Of course the very fact that it was a saying meant that it wasn't always true, but it was worth keeping in mind nonetheless.

So Akeya was, begrudgingly, forced to wear shoes. Black, simple shoes, matching her dark dress. Given that she wasn't actually here to impress she hadn't bothered with an overly complicated or extravagant outfit: she'd just gotten her hands on something which showed off her figure while being made of a good material and called it a day.

Leaning back against the bar she rested one elbow on the counter while holding her glass with the other hand, relaxing a bit as so far it seemed like nobody was paying undue attention to her. She gave a light chuckle as she imagined that others would be bothered by the idea of not being noticed. People with a narcissistic streak, or with an inferiority complex that caused them to be desperate for external acknowledgement. So far as she was concerned she knew she was beautiful, and if that didn't draw in admirers that just meant she didn't have to deal with nuisances and left her free to move according to her own plans and desires.

There were some people in the crowd who interested her though, even independent of their threat potential: a dark, tall man who looked like he'd rather be somewhere else. A raven-haired female, beautiful but with a twisted scent to her. A man with two different hair colours, split straight down the middle. And aside from those she spotted two people who she recognized despite never having met them in the flesh: Danny and Kyra. Most likely they'd forgotten their dreams, but Akeya's memories didn't fade as easily. If she were more playful in nature she might have used her experiences with their dreams to mess with them, but as it was she just shrugged.

There was also the girl who smelled like Ada. Curious. Akeya might have made a move to investigate if the strange girl hadn't been approached by two hunks. The disguised dragoness imagined that the strange girl would consider herself lucky with that kind of attention. Fortunately there was someone else who managed to gain Akeya's focus.

Two ladies entered the large room together, both of them looking out of their element in different ways. One of them, a blonde wearing a simple pale dress, looked like she was merely here because she was dragged along by her partner, a fiery redhead who strode in as if she was planning to look down at everyone who crossed her path. Akeya would merely have found them odd if it wasn't for her sharp nose and eyes quickly picking up on their actual nature: dragons.

Why one of said dragons looked so meek was a question for another time, as the blonde quickly headed for Danny with a look as if she'd seen a ghost. Which, given Danny's nature, was quite ironic.

Akeya, for her part, stood up from her seat and approached Tiisha at a calm pace, in the process allowing some of her carefully disguised magic to seep forth. While she didn't doubt her own senses a little test wouldn't hurt: the sharp senses of a dragon were fine-tuned to detect the presence of other dragons.

"Greetings. I hope you don't mind me asking, but I'd like to know your name if possible." She still held her glass in one hand as she gave a little bow, holding the container perfectly balanced even as she straightened up and studied the blue-clad dragoness with confident golden eyes. "Mine is Akemi, in case that interests you."

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WC: 1,065
PWC: 1,065

@TnT

Cetus sat with a glass of wine in his hand. Singles Night was an interesting concept. People gathering together for activities meant to create connections. He took a sip. An excellent place for a subtle kill. Some contact poison, maybe an ingested substance was easy to place. Make it a slow acting toxicant and they'd never know when it was applied.

The assassin took another sip. That wasn't why he'd come though. This was a rare opportunity to observe. To look on and see how humanoids interacted with each other. Perhaps gain a glimpse at how to regain his own emotions. Failing that, he might find someone to play with.

The shark man finished his wine and got up. He had dressed down. A black turtle neck stretched over his chest with a tawny jacket thrown over it. His hair was swept to the side over his eye. His hands went into his pockets. For now, he would content himself to observe. Cetus didn't know how romance worked despite having had a few flings. Despite being taught how to seduce those around him.

Cetus only took a few steps before stumbling. His nose began to bleed. [color=cyan]"Damn."[/cyan] The shark man cursed pulling out a handkerchief. The fabric barely stemmed the flow of blood. Ever since Persephone had malfunctioned, his nose had randomly begun bleeding. It was a problem he needed to fix. Cetus paused, leaning his head forward. Until the blood stopped, he didn't want to move.

WC: 248