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Post by Ocelot on Jul 17, 2007 14:17:20 GMT -5
OOC-I've been putting off posting cause I just didn't feel like RPing but seeing that the board is close to dying again I had to take evasive action.
BIC-"I would assume Vaxx that we would sit with our acquaintances from earlier." Ace looked around for the beautiful Rie that still captivated him. He couldnt put his finger on it but something in her simplicity made her so complex. No matter what he had to have her. He gazed around and found the entire bunch sitting at a nearby table, but first he would have to get that pizza. "Vaxx my good man follow me." Ace walked up to to one of the waiters and asked him where the kitchen was.
"Right over there,Sir. Right next to the buffet." Ace immediately walked straight into the kitchen. All around the kitchen was amiss. Fire from the grill, the smells of multiple spices being mixed and blended. He walked around looking for someone who he thought would do what he needed to be done. Then from around the corner in Su chef's hat came what had to be the fattest man Ace had ever seen.
"AND WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!"said the man with a deep raspy voice. "Walkin' into my kitchen like you own the place what the hell is your problem kid!!!"
"Sorry I didnt mean to insult you by coming in so unexpected, but I have a unique request to ask of you."
"And what is so important that you think you can trespass in my domain."
"I need you to make me a pizza, but not just any pizza. I need a pizza as big as those tables out there."
"Son, I don't know where you came from that makes you think I would supply you with a private order like that."
"You are right, sir. I am completely out of line. I should have never come in here with a simply impossible task for some cruise ship chef to fulfill." And instantly the chefs eyes changed and ace knew he had him.
"You dare challenge me and my skills!!!!"
"No I want to employ your skills, Mr. Chef." Ace put his hand in his coat jacket and pulled out a 1000 dollar note. He extended his hand with the note to the chef.
"Its Chef Gousto and I accept your challenge, Mr..."
"Ace Makenrow ."
"Well Ace go find yourself a seat and get out of my kitchen so I can work my exquisite magic on your pizza."
"I'm glad to hear that Chef Gousto and I will be making my leave."Ace walked out of the kitchen and made his way to the table. He saw that everyone was well into their meals, so he took a seat directly across from Rie. "Well good evening everyone how I hope I am not intruding."Ace then looked to Rie and said," I would like to apologize Rie but I wasn't able to grab you that pizza. I promised maybe another time."
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 18, 2007 17:01:02 GMT -5
"Whatever," Rie said. She finished the last piece of pizza crust she got from Vaxx, daintily chewing it down.
<His pheromone level indicates that he wants to mate with you.> Ender telepathed to Rie.
Oh, so now you're interested in protecting me from suitors? Rie thought, knowing that Ender would be able to read it.
<I have a thing against master thieves and suave people, and this guy's both.>
Yeah. But you better not try cuddling me until you wash your hands.
<Righto.>
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 19, 2007 23:22:10 GMT -5
OOC - Well, this dinner has been fun, but I think two pages of dinner is quite enough to be going on with.
Two footmen opened the dining room doors, revealing a short, middle-aged man in a lavish tuxedo who strode to the center of the room at once. The first thing that struck Charles Tanner was the fact that as soon as the man entered, the lively noise of three hundred tables' worth of conversations dropped to an excited murmur. It was, Tanner realized, the owner of the airship -- although he looked like the sort of man who preferred the term “proprietor” -- and the host of the voyage.
The second thing that struck Tanner was the fact that the proprietor had needed to enter at all. He had apparently eaten alone. Tanner wasn't sure how to react to a host who wouldn't even take dinner with his guests, but perhaps the man had simply wanted to make an impressive entrance this first evening.
The proprietor did not introduce himself. Tanner thought this was a shame, since he could not immediately recall his name.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said simply, “the Princess Buttercup.”
There was of course an uproar of applause. Tanner joined in politely, as did the lady sitting with him, Netitia Pridian. They had met at the start of dinner. She was a thin, frail-looking woman, at least as old as he was, and he had been able to categorize her quite neatly and accurately as the flighty widow with more money than she could possibly deal with. Tanner was always happy to relieve new acquaintances of such a burden.
“We are now approaching the end of our first day on this magnificent vessel’s maiden voyage, and it has come time for the Grand Ball to begin. You are welcome to continue your dinners – which I hope you are relishing greatly – as long as you wish, but the ballroom upstairs is now ready for business.”
Tanner suspected that the bar adjacent to the ballroom would be receiving much more business that evening, but smiled just the same.
“Of the ten musical groups aboard the Buttercup, it is the Brassart Quintet that will be serving you this evening. May you all enjoy yourselves.”
As the applause started once more and the proprietor bowed out of the room, Tanner had a sudden urge to cry May you all enjoy the dickens out of yourselves! There was something in the way he said “relishing greatly” and “ten musical groups” that irked Tanner. Something imposing, expectant, about his words. Still, the man had reason to be pompous.
Tanner was among the first to rise from his chair – like all wealthy sorts, these people didn’t want to make a show of being the first to accept their invitation. The demands of etiquette could be so absurd. He offered a hand to Netitia. “May I have this dance, Miss Pridian?”
“Oh!” Netitia said. “But your cane…”
“…is nothing more than a superfluous ornament,” he lied floridly.
She tittered, sounding like an eleven-year-old schoolgirl. “In that case, I’d be glad to, Mr. Tanner.”
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This time the glass chandeliers, dimmed before, were now fully lit. The Brassart Quintet were already playing a stately waltz by the time Tanner and Netitia got there. They were the first to step onto the dance floor, although they were followed by an enormous crowd.
“Shall I drop your purse off at the cloakroom?” Tanner said, taking off his hat and coat.
“Oh, thank you so much.” Netitia gave him her purse and sat in one of the chairs lining the room.
With a bow, he departed to the cloakroom (placed directly on the divide between the ballroom and the bar) and promptly lost himself in the crowd. Once he was sure Netitia could no longer see him, he sat down at a secluded table in the bar, idly flipped open her purse and procured a roll of hundred-dollar bills in less time than other men could light a match.
Just as he’d thought. What did she need all that money for? And what had she done to earn it? Married rich, naturally – and then outlasted the husband.
He didn’t like to see such wealth wasted on the lazy. He peeled off a few bills, tucked them into the pocket of his jacket, and placed the rest back into the purse. Then, without so much as a glance to confirm that no one had been watching him, he got up and went to the cloakroom.
The servant there took his hat, coat and cane, and Netitia’s purse, and tied tags onto them, each tag bearing the same number. He then gave Tanner a card bearing the number as well. Tanner tipped the servant a five.
It was, he thought as he made his way back to Netitia, quite shocking how some people could be with their money.
Unfortunately, there was no question of reproducing money himself simply by conjuring it. He had tried that many times. Damned difficult business. He couldn’t simply think “Make me a hundred-dollar bill”, after all. He had to hold the image of the bill in his head, and it was nearly impossible to do that perfectly with all the details built into currency. He could have been the world’s most efficient counterfeiter, but it simply took too much effort and time, and effort and time were two things Tanner preferred to save.
Besides, there was another thing he disliked about conjuring money: he didn’t feel any sense of accomplishment.
Granted, picking rich old fools’ pockets (or purses) while they weren’t even within eyesight was nothing much to brag about. But it would have to suffice for this voyage. As much as Tanner would have liked to commandeer the airship and rob every soul on board blind, he simply didn’t feel like causing so much ruckus. And he had made a promise to young Brogue, after all.
And there was something else about Brogue… and about the people he had been sitting with. Tanner had sensed that particular signal about several of them, as well. He and Brogue were not the only two supernaturals aboard the Princess Buttercup, that much was certain – and Tanner wished to keep his head low until he could ask Brogue more about his friends.
Perhaps he would even get a chance to meet them in person.
He finally made his way back to Netitia and showed her the card. The Brassart Quintet had finished the stately waltz and had immediately begun another stately waltz.
“Shall we?”
OOC - Aaaand it's another gratuitously long Luxury Airship Ride post. I seem to get wordy whenever Charles Tanner comes up. I'm taking somewhat more deliberation in characterizing him than in Terrian Brogue or Rhometer/Hig.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 20, 2007 1:52:49 GMT -5
Ender and Rie followed the crowd up to the ballroom, Ender with his arm around Rie's waist. As soon as they entered, the first thing they saw was the empty wooden dance floor since it was in the middle of the room. People were milling towards it and around it, but none went on it. The two looked at the dance floor, looked at each other, smiled, then headed for the nearest wall to lean against.
"I totally want to be her right now," Rie said.
"Huh?" Ender replied.
"Her," Rie gestured at the center of the room.
Ender hadn't even been aware that he was watching the upper-middle aged couple dancing alone to the music. He shook himself out of his non-paying-attention-ness. "Um... why?"
"I mean, wouldn't you want the rest of the room watching you as you danced?"
"Um... no... Oh, I get it, sarcasm. You're a shifty one," Ender pulled in Rie closer to himself. "So, will you have this dance?"
"Oh hell no."
OOC: This is how a conversation at prom went (and for that matter, a lot of the night) except for when I asked my date to dance, we got up and went to the dance floor and stood around awkwardly before sitting back down. ^_^
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Post by Ocelot on Jul 20, 2007 16:00:42 GMT -5
After hearing the announcement, Ace couldn't help but feel that fate was trying to pull him away from Rie. First the initial let down which Ace himself wasn't used to and now his entire pizza plan was ruined. Ace thought to himself <Why? Is this some sort of sign that I shouldn't even try...No I wont give up.> All the while in his contemplation he hadn't noticed Rie and Ender making their way out of the room, and as he began to bring himself back to reality he quickly jumped up and made his way to the Ballroom. He squeezed and shoved until finally he made it in and located his target.
"I mean, wouldn't you want the rest of the room watching you as you danced?"
"Um... no... Oh, I get it, sarcasm. You're a shifty one.So, will you have this dance?"
"Oh hell no."
Ace couldn't be happier with what he was hearing and he honed this as his most perfect opportunity. Ace walk towards Rie and put himself in front of her. He extended his hand to her to reveal a blue rose. The rose had appeared out of what seemed magic and by its appearance it would have had to be. It was completely perfect in full bloom with even a hint of shimmer.Not one pedal bruised; Not one with any type of cut. Ace always wanted to save this for someone who really mattered to him...and he did.
"Ms. Rie if it only be this once will you honor me with a dance. Just give me this one dance, please."
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 21, 2007 20:49:05 GMT -5
"If it'll make him stop..." Rie muttered to Ender. "May I?" she said more loudly and in all too polite manner, such that Ace would hear.
"Sure, don't dance with me, hurt my feelings, whatever," Ender said sarcastically.
"Okay, cool." She turned to Ace, her head still looking at Ender, smiling mischievously, before turning all the way to face the other man. "Come."
Rie took the flower from Ace's hand and examined it, her face completely emotionless. She slipped it into her hair and too the man's still outstretched hand and quite literally dragged him to the dance floor.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 22, 2007 15:48:22 GMT -5
OOC - It's Writer-Knows-More-Than-Character Time!
Terrian made his way to Ender and leaned against the wall next to him. He nodded toward Ace and Rie. "I think the guy might actually have a doubt or two about his raw animal magnetism. Surprising, isn't it? Does he think you two are in a relationship?" He puncuated that last sentence with a casually conspiratorial grin, trying to disguise the fact that he wasn't sure whether they actually were in a relationship. He could only assume the answer was no, but that didn't quell his curiousity.
He suspected strongly that there was no use trying to disguise facts when a mind reader was your conversation partner, yet let the thought pass.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 22, 2007 15:59:36 GMT -5
"Heh, apparently he thinks we're in a relationship," Ender said. "Rie and I had a brief stint, but decided it was more fun being just friends with, erm... benefits. One of said benefits would be warding away people like Ace."
Ender scratched his nose. "Really, if we were in a relationship, I'd probably be more angry at everyone. And I wouldn't be checking out her, her... and her," Ender gestured, "at the same time."
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Post by kazkame on Jul 23, 2007 17:22:16 GMT -5
Elias took a break from his moody disposition and went towards the ballroom. When he finally appeared, he saw the party in full swing. the dance floor wasn't as full as he had imagined. he saw a rie and some other man dance around as if they where hands on a clock. Elias walked towards ender and the group around him. " umm when did this happen ?", he said pointing towards rie and the man.
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Post by Private Stiffy on Jul 24, 2007 20:48:32 GMT -5
Ernest had somehow once again ended up behind Elias, blaming his writer/creator for having absolutely no clue how the heck to expositionalize his storyline in a fantasy setting aboard an airship he didn't even remember boarding, I mean, come on, he was just being dragged around to make some storyline elements funnier and break up a few awkward moments, and it was beginning to take it's toll upon his otherwise stable nerves
"YOU, SHORT MAN" Ernest thrust a large gloved finger toward Elias, "EXPLAIN TO ME WHETHER OR NOT IT WOULD BE WISE TO INTERRUPT A CUSHY, STORYLINE DANCE MOMENT AND SHIFT THE ATTENTION TOWARD MYSELF!"
Ernest nodded his head in the direction of Ace, noting that it would be perfect if he ran over while singing the face melter of the ages, grabbing Ace or asking Rie for a dance, thus ruining all of Ace's hopes of getting affection! Yes, the perfect plan, but only if another person acknowledged it, for Ernest was fickle and generally filled with self-doubt ever since that one idea of his that involved eating a piece of the Dark Millennium Tree in hopes it would give him some sort of mystic power... when all it did was give him bad diarrhea for a couple of days...
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 24, 2007 22:42:50 GMT -5
Ender grinned on the inside while reading Elias' thoughts. "I'll give you a dollar to do it."
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 25, 2007 11:31:39 GMT -5
Merlin had found himself a nice corner to brood in while he watched people on the dance floor. Sly had tried to talk him into dancing with one of the many pretty girls in the room but the young magician was still in bad spirits after his failed attempt at hitting on Rie and wouldn’t listen to a thing Sly had to say.
Realizing that it was hopeless, Sly left Merlin and went to the bathroom to demorph and then morph once more to his human form. With his time limit refreshed he stepped out of the bathroom and found a spot near Ender and Terrian. A few girls had wandered over toward them and had approached Sly.
“We were wondering if you would like to dance with one of us.” The first girl said as the group broke into fits of giggles.
Sly took in the stunning looks and beauty of each girl and then addressed the first one. “I’m sorry but I don’t think my bosses would like that.” He motioned towards Ender and Terrian. “They’re big oil tycoons. Probably some of the richest people in North America. I-”
The group of girls had already left Sly and converged upon Ender and Terrian. Sly smiled and watched the dance floor as he reminisced about happier days.
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Post by Private Stiffy on Jul 25, 2007 15:57:43 GMT -5
Ernest turned his massive frame toward Ender, a small glint could be seen in his eyes was there not a helmet obscuring any view to his face
"A dollar you say? Oh goody, I could see a movie and go out to a nice dinner somewhere!... Wait, this isn't the 1920's, I keep forgetting! Oi, I guess I'll just buy a candy bar or something, provided sales tax doesn't jack it up over a dollar... I SHALL ACCEPT YOUR OFFER GOOD MAN!"
Ernest clapped his hands together and rubbed them together, giggling with delight over his newfound fortune of a whole dollar! All he had to do was interrupt the dance between Ace and Rie, simple enough for him! He turned in their direction, and from the opening that was known as his mouth, a hardcore, soul-shattering, mega-face melter escaped from his vocal chords! Indeed, it was so hardcore that everyone near it suffered minor heart attacks due to the onrush of awesome into their bloodstreams, which also triggered involuntary spasms in the muscles of their face, thus making them feel as though their faces would melt! Ernest used this confusion to make a mad dash toward the now confused Ace and Rie, his massive legs carrying him at speeds of 50 mph, making the trip very short and quick!
"MADAM, MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?" Ernest shouted as he ran toward the couple, "Oh yes, when I say may I, I really mean I'm taking, BECAUSE THIS DANCE IS HIJACKED YO!"
Ernest then scooped Rie off her feet, knocking Ace out of the way with his 450 lbs of weight going at 50 mph in a straight line, which is equal to about 900 Joules of energy (correct me if I'm wrong, Physics is complicated)! With Rie in tow and Ace on his back, Ernest decided to make the best of the situation and attempted to dance with Rie... which would probably be rather difficult because Ernest was 8'6", even without his full powered armor on! He attempted anyway, and not because he liked her, but because his joy of now being a dollar richer and knocking Ace to the ground could only be expressed through dance!
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 25, 2007 23:41:00 GMT -5
OOC - Messing up Ace Makenrow's life: Why does something so wrong... feel so right?
Terrian had caught sight of the brunette and the redhead among the group of girls talking to Sly, but by a stroke of luck they both turned around and walked off rather unsteadily instead of approaching Ender and Terrian. He suspected Ender and his telepathy might be responsible for this, although the reason could just as easily have been that they were both too drunk (a) to walk in a straight line without needing to catch their bearings and (b) to notice which direction, exactly, the other girls were going in.
Four Terrians now walked over to Ace (still prone on the floor), accompanied by a total of five highly attractive women. The foremost among the Terrians -- you could tell he was the foremost because there were two women attached to him instead of one -- bent down to help Ace up. "Girl troubles? Don't despair, Mr. Thief. I'm sure one of these fine ladies would love to dance with you. Am I right, ladies?"
All four Terrians smiled at their companions, but their faces gradually fell as none of the five girls volunteered.
"Anyone at all?" asked one of the duplicates.
In response, his partner tugged on his arm, drawing him into the finally dense crowd of dancing couples. The Brassart Quintet had begun a gorgeous tango. The partners of the other two duplicates immediately followed suit, leaving the original Terrian, his two companions, and Ace.
"O-- Okay," said Terrian, "look, I'll pay one of you--" (he rooted around in his pockets and fished out some bills) "--seventeen dollars to dance with this gentleman. It's all I can offer you, for although I am indeed--" (and here he spoke quite loudly) "--an Excrutiatingly Rich Oil Tycoon from the U.S., I prefer to keep most of my money in Huge Vaults Filled with Sacks That Have Large Dollar Signs Printed On Them. Okay?"
One of the ladies, a slim blonde, sighed and agreed. Terrian gave her the money while muttering to Ace under his breath, "You owe me seventeen bucks, Makenrow."
Then he whisked his other lady away into the crowd.
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Post by Ocelot on Jul 26, 2007 1:05:28 GMT -5
OOC- ......*deep sigh*
BIC- Ace couldn't believe how he had gone from the utmost of happiness from sheer full rock bottom in a matter of 10 minutes. He still was more than happy to have danced with the beautiful Rie. For some reason the dance had put him in a place of joy he had not experienced since his younger days. It was as if he was a child again and the whole world would spin for him as a child's mind believes, but even though the moment was gone the world was still in full motion. Ace took a look at the young blond and took her hand and kissed it.
"Sweetheart you really are a fine young lady. You don't need to be paid like some piece of property. If my advice isn't to forward, I would recommend you not look at the dollar bills in a man and take a look a bit deeper. I appreciate your pity but my heart already belongs to another."
With those words the girl gave Ace a grim smile and made her way quickly to the other end of the ballroom to continue her prowl for money. The girl didn't even notice the fact that he had taken the 17 dollars back from her purse. Ace then turned his attention to the dance floor and looked for Rie. The feat was more than easy considering the rather large individual who had taken her from him. He looked at her till their eyes met for a brief moment. Ace smiled at her and gave an elegant bow as if just finishing the waltz that was cut short. As he rose he looked up to see that she was already out of site again. The lovestruck man put up a big sigh and walked to the equally lonely Ender.
"You probably know already,psychic, but I'll say it anyway. She really is something....beyond the simple outer shell lies the most complex and magnificent jewel to be found. I think I may in love with your friend."
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Post by Loogs on Jul 27, 2007 15:24:04 GMT -5
In the corner of the dance floor, a seemingly inconspicuous barrel of wine sat motionless, waiting to be carried into the kitchen. However, this barrel of wine carried not a delightful alcoholic beverage, but rather a strange magician and his penguin companion.
He lifted the lid of the barrel just a sliver and peered out. "Think it's safe to come out now, Pingy?" Pingy chirped, and he quietly and slowly climbed out of the barrel. Renh gawked at everyone dancing and wished he never climbed out of the barrel. He was incredibly shy and usually antisocial in large groups. He tried to inconspicuously hide in the barrel again, when he was noticed by a group of girls pointing at him and giggling.
One of them waved and said hi. Renh's face turned a bright shade of crimson, and a huge lump seemed to have materialized in his throat. He timidly waved with one gloved hand and slinked away to the dining room like a coward.
"Congratulations, Renh. You have no confidence whatsoever."
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Post by Private Stiffy on Jul 27, 2007 20:02:58 GMT -5
"PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT LASSY, LET'S RAISE THE ROOF TO THIS FINE DINING ESTABLISHMENT WITH THE FEROCITY OF OUR DANCING!"
Ernest flung himself through the crowd, Rie held precariously in his arms as he twirled them wildly in a crazy dance to some rhythm the band wasn't exactly playing... something like a jitterbug, if it were fused with a mosh-pit and soaked in whipped cream! YES, WHIPPED CREAM. Just as Ernest was about to enter the third pirouette in a serious of mad steps that somewhat resembled ballet, his left legs snagged on some sort of obstruction
BUT WHAT COULD OBSTRUCT THE DANCE OF ERNEST? WHAT COULD HAVE THE GALL TO DO SO?
Well, it was Renh's wine barrel, which shattered under Ernest's extreme power, but not before knocking him off step and completely off whatever cue he was going to hit
"GAH" Ernest exclaimed, catching himself on his right foot and turning toward Renh, "You good sir have interrupted my dance, YOU HAVE THE WILL TO BESMIRCH MY HONOR, BUT ARE YOU ABOUT TO HOLD YOURSELF STEADY FOR A DUEL WITH A MAN OF MY CALIBER?"
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Post by Loogs on Jul 27, 2007 20:21:32 GMT -5
"Oh dear..." Renh was mortified by the 8-foot tall man in armor challenging him to a duel. "Well...umm....well, you see the thing is, I kinda...don't fight...." Renh pointed to the cross on his hat with his wand. "I've taken a vow to be a pacifist, so that means no fighting or seeking fights..."
Everyone around him started to laugh and point at him snickering. He heard a "coward" in there somewhere, so he knew he had to do something. "I'll duel, as long as you pick something that doesn't involve physical contact." He tapped his foot nervously and grinned sheepishly, thinking of the best way to get himself out of this mess with all his bones intact.
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Post by Private Stiffy on Jul 27, 2007 20:35:13 GMT -5
"..."
Ernest stared, or at least looked at him very intently, what with the helmet blocking his facial expressions... a small squeak was heard, which was probably the sound of his brain attempting to figure out what the hell was going on and why he wasn't wearing pants, even though he was!
"Urgh..." Ernest stuttered, attempting to find the right words for the situation, "Well, I suppose we could have a dance off then, but be forewarned that I have studied under the great Sean-Sensei of the Mystical Dance Dojo of the East Coast! My moves are mystifying and may blow the minds of those not mentally prepared, will you accept this challenge?"
Ernest leaned toward Rehn, looking as quizzically at him as possible, hoping to lure him into a dance that would surely return honor to Ernest!
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Post by Ocelot on Jul 27, 2007 20:39:27 GMT -5
"Why don't you just back off pea-brain!"The crowd turned with a great gasp to reveal Ace walking towards Ernest. Ace made his way in front of the shy man with the penguin. "If you're just gonna be an ingrate then leave us all and get off the airship. I'm sure your sack of fat body can take the fall down."
Ace then turned his eye to Rie,"Rie don't think that I care not for you. I know that you are a tough girl and am sure you can handle your self.And as for you,"Ace turned to Ernest,"Whats it gonna be?Can you show yourself out or do you need me to show you the way out?Or do I need to wipe the floor with you with my dance skills to show you your inferiority?"
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Post by kazkame on Jul 27, 2007 20:50:01 GMT -5
Elias quickly yelled from the dark corner of the room. " ohhhh snap its a dance off !!!!!!!!!" Then quickly went pack to the shadows.
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Post by Private Stiffy on Jul 27, 2007 20:58:18 GMT -5
Ernest turned and looked at Ace, whose voice and eloquence with words was quite... irritating, kinda like rusty nails on a piece of metal with a hint of dying cat... Ernest decided that he quite literally didn't like the man's voice, nothing against the man though, he just wanted a dollar! And so, Ernest grabbed Ace with a large gloved hand, forcibly folded him into a shape not unlike that of a pretzel, giggled to himself, and then placed him within a non-broken wine barrel, where he could perhaps cool himself down. He then decided to turn back to the matter at hand, Renh and him were about to lock skills within a dance-off, where loser had to walk away in shame and redeem himself somehow within the course of the event!
"Well, with that little man gone" Ernest yanked a thumb back at the wine barrel, "We can finally begin the dance-off! Shaolin Sean, Master of Mystic Dance, Give Me Strength!"
Ernest took off his helmet, and to the shock and awe of all around him, it resembled that of a 17 year-old Asian Male, with sleek black hair, stubble, and perhaps named something like Sean Maxwell Kerrigan
"Indeed, I've perfected the art of Mystic Dance, and thus I am able to call upon the very face of Shaolin Sean to aide me in my dance! NOW FEAR!"
Ernest bent his knees a ninety degree angle, his thighs parallel to the ground, straightening his back, neck, and arms. With his arms parallel to each other, he made motions like that of hammering a nail, except it was to each side of him, and as he swung his arms downward, he would do a small step with his foot! It was an infallible technique, known as the Kerrigan Hammer, and was great for charging up energy for the larger steps that were to come later, which was demonstrated as Ernest began to glow a slight yellow, the energy of dance beginning to flow through his veins!
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Post by Ocelot on Jul 27, 2007 21:09:59 GMT -5
"Is that all you got." Ace walked out of the crowd and placed himself behind Ernest."I must say, thug, taking that innocent by standard and folding him like that was rather barbaric." Everyone turned to the barrel where Ace was believed to be only to reveal a random rich man bleeding profusely and crying in pain from being bent in such a manner. The crowd was in awe at how Ace had replaced himself with the man in such sort amount of time. "Sorry my beloved audience but a magician never reveals his secrets.Now I'm guessing this dance of sorts has started. Let me show you my ancient style of xHARDxCOREx two-step!!!!!!!"
Ace then extended his hands out and the crowd was pushed back to the floor in fear of the energy being expunged from Ace. The ground began to tremble as Ace started to wave his arms in windmill type motion. His left arm spinning forward with his right spinning back. He then put his legs together and began to jump left and right.
"NOW EVERYONE GIVE ME A CIRCLE PIT!!!!!"Ace yelled with the top of his lungs and as his words rang out the crowd began to,as if pushed by magic to run wildly in circle formation around Ernest and Ace. "My LEGENDARY WINDMILL FORM!!!!"
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Post by Loogs on Jul 27, 2007 21:23:48 GMT -5
"Hammertime? This is a ballroom, good sir. This dance-off requires a bit more finesse." Renh tried his best to ham it up, so he wouldn't look bad in front of the crowd. He unraveled his very long scarf, and cracked it like a whip. He flung it at Ernest, and the scarf wrapped itself tightly around the big man's beefy torso, leaving him with an ability to breathe. Renh then yanked on the scarf, bringing a rapidly spinning Ernest into his outstretched arms. He took one of his gigantic hands, and forced him into a dizzying, fast-paced tango.
"Can your feet keep up with my mad tango skills?" Renh's feet swiveled and tapped in electrifying patterns, and he spinned Ernest around as if he were a mere rag doll. He lowered Ernest so low and rapidly that his head hit the ground with a loud thud, and he mustered up enough confidence to wink at a standing group of admiring women. One of them swooned and fainted into the other women's arms.
Renh briefly took off his top hat and tapped it with his wand, making a beautiful rose spring up from its inside. He plucked it, put his hat back on, and shoved the rose into Ernest's mouth, making sure to dig the thorns into his lips. Renh let Ernest fall from his arms and hit the ground, and cockily smiled, even though inside he was actually wondering where all these dance skills were coming from.
OOC: WAT NO THIS IS MY DANCE-OFF @_@
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Post by Ocelot on Jul 27, 2007 21:35:54 GMT -5
OOC: You need to step off Loogs!! BUT FINE if you want me to mop you to the floor to then a tree way dance off HAS BEGUN!!!!! You should have accepted the challenge and not put yourself off to be a pacifist. A man is trying to exempt you from combat. Sorry if he is a man of good nature. I think you need to modify that last post to accommodate a third party because your post is in contradiction to mine so fix it!!
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Private Stiffy
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Post by Private Stiffy on Jul 27, 2007 21:45:47 GMT -5
Ernest slapped both of his hands onto the sides of his head, how could he let such a simple move catch him off guard? No matter, he had enough energy to pull out a counter-move and still have enough to spare for his finale! He regathered his senses with a brisk shake of his head, which was really Sean's, but still acted as his
"Gah, those moves were quite good, my dear Renh, but perhaps you have forgotten that Sean-Sensei was undefeated, and thus I shall be too! FEAR THE FRANTIC WALTZ OF SEAN'S ROOF"
And with that, Ernest pulled himself up gracefully to his feet, completely ignoring the Ace as his true match was with Renh! He lunged toward Renh, grabbing the small man in a traditional waltz position, making sure to tightly grasp his fingers and make direct eye contact, and then the move's magic really began to take place! The air around Ernest began to glow eerily, and the music suddenly shifted into a fast-paced German Waltz, the rhythm rather intoxicating and maddening, compelling to the senses of dance and Wunderlust, which Ernest used to his advantage. Clutching his slightly-hypnotized partner, Ernest broke into a speedy waltz step, spinning the two of the around in time with the cacophony of sound coming from the orchestra
The bang of the drum, the crash of the cymbal, the dramatic blare of the trumpet suddenly intensified as if it were in tune with the nature of Ernest's waltz. 4/4 time suddenly shifted into 4/8 time, every note attempted to drown out any thought the dancer might have except for those of dance, and this followed Ernest as the pair spun wildly around the dance floor, Renh barely able to keep up pace with Ernest as he turned his partner gracefully by the hand, switching hands and step positions, gracefully guiding them ever-onward into the glamorous waltz. Time slowed, senses ached, and yet Ernest continued onward, the fatiguing effects of the waltz unable to affect one as trained in Mystic Dance as Ernest! Poignantly the melody carried on, though to the mind it was sheer dissonance, and clouding madness that couldn't be avoided, a horrible disease that made extremities ache and bones weary, the fabulous tune carried on ever forward though
One could say it was beautiful to behold, but dreadful to be apart of, though as quickly as it had started the orchestra slowly decrescendoed, and with the final sweeping Finale, Ernest twirled Renh about, counter stepped into a sideways stance beside Renh, and brought down 450 pounds of weight on his toes as he brought his balance foot down upon them
*CRASH*
The final bang of the cymbal welcomed the end and Ernest took a slight bow, though the crowd was barely able to stand, let alone clap after the affects of the move. Ernest turned his head toward his now floored partner, flashing a slight smile, the small sexy kind that Sean would to a hot momma... not that Sean is into mommas, but that Sean likes his women hot... and not like on fire or anything, but they gotta be smokin... but not cigarettes, it's just that they gotta be fine... but not fine like fine-point of fine print... Oh, you get what I mean
"Hah, 'tis but the second round out of three but I believe that I have won this, good sir! Why not back down, before the audience must make the inevitable decision of picking me as winner?"
OOC: Ocelot, the dance is between Loogs and I joo bum! But Ernest would be glad to fold you up again once it's done, BECAUSE HE'S GOT DA FUNK, YO
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