Welcome to Gaia! ::

"Connie, when you described this, I pictured it a little .. differently. But it looks amusing, all the same." Aisa took a sip of a drink, although how she got it in the short timespan of their arrival was unknown. She didn't even remark on the atrocities of Connie's outfit, although it looked more than suitable enough for Connie. On anyone else, it was atrocious. But Aisa didn't see the appeal or taste of the Conquest clan, preferring the simplistic wear of Death. The immense amount of colors in the room was unfamiliar to Aisa, although Connie explained it as "prom attire."

He had told Aisa she needed one too.

"I do believe the entire room has gone mad."

Hel was sure she was going to have to resort to black mail to get Shun to dance with her…so when the reaper placed his hand on hers…

The ghoul squealed. Loudly.

Even with the heart break, and even with the…mistakes she had been making over the past few days…right now she was feeling happy. Only this happy because she got Shun of all beings to agree to dance with her. “Yes, let us!” She cheered, pumping a her free fist into the air before she picked up her dress a bit to clear her boots. Still holding onto Shun’s hand, she then proceeded to do a simple jig of sorts…

“Think of it as foot work training!” She encouraged to the grim, grinning like a fiend underneath her mask.

Shehk was probably more than a little excited by Jericho's compliance with how demanding she was being. Then again, he would be able to get VENGEANCE DEMANDS in on her later if he wanted them.

Besides, she was really having fun.

Julian blinked for a second. Was he sure? About... Oh!
"Of course I'm s-sure!" he replied, a little more quickly than he had intended, something that caused his ears to start burning along with his face. Good Jack! He needed to get over this and fast, otherwise he was sure he would look like a proper idiot.

"You're b-beautiful," he added in a much more calm, quiet tone. His feathers ruffled a bit before his wings moved, readjusting themselves at his back. He frowned when he saw her ears droop, then found his smile again when she explained her discomfort. That was absolutely wonderful in his opinion.

"I'm terrible at it," he replied, clicking one talon against the floor. "These feet were not meant for dancing. At least... not like that." He gestured one hand towards the group on the dancefloor. All of those quick moves... he'd fall flat on his face, like he almost did at the Battle of the Bands when he'd first started at Amittyville. No, slower dances were really his thing, and those were generally far less complicated.

"Why don't we get something to eat or drink? If I see any of my friends, I can introduce you if you like?"

Shun might have cringed a bit at Hel's loud squeal. He was starting to really wonder if this had been a good idea and what he had just gotten himself into. With a grimace, he took in a deep breath. The Reaper watched Valkyrie for a moment, then went on and followed her movements.

Granted he did this was a completely straight face.

"I suppose. But these are rather simple movements for that."

Tomoko nodded. "Oh yes, they're very pretty, just dizzy." she confirmed as she smiled almost dopily at him. "I just gotta spin a little bit slower, that's all." she assured. After all, it would have sucked if she'd just spent the entire evening making herself dizzy!

That wouldn't have done at all!

"It was like alll of the colors in the room. Which isn't too bad, actually. They're some very nice colors." She nodded.

Well, if Mot hadn't envisioned dancing with Amarus, Amarus equally hadn't expected to be dancing at all. She never thought that she'd have to dance again after that terrible, terrible tryout on stage where she basically just executed attack thrusts and hoped they looked like a dance. Even if Amarus couldn't read moods very well, it was pretty obvious that Mot wasn't A-OK. "Mot, you know... you taught me so well, I think I could handle it alone for a bit?" and something similar to concern passed over her face briefly.

Despite the dancing, and the spinning, Mar was silent for a while, and finally after a spin, she sort of used the distance to her advantage: she squeezed Mot's hand and, instead of spinning back to him, took a step away and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Mot. Perhaps it is time I let you return to your life," Amarus said, her voice even. Her face returned, briefly, to the original mirror-blank state it had been for nearly her entire first year.

She managed to summon up a smile, however, and did a kind of... well, movement that she decided was now the universal I am so happy right now look at this dance move.



With that, she forced herself to be as intangible as possible and escaped off into the crowd. Towards the punch bowl. To lean against the table, drink more punch, and calm herself down, eyes shut. Emotions, dancing, so much music, all the students... this was weird. Amarus normally kept mostly to herself, in small and dark spaces, or the insides of fires, or deep underwater.

Nothing had really prepared her for prom. Soon she would tackle the crowd again, and see if she could find her friends.

"I was in the musical. I was a fallen angel. I do not want to speak about it." he crossed his arms.