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STAR SOIREE

reality is but a filtered dream. No wonder it sucks.

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Ask and ye shall get absolutely nothing.

"I need a drink."

A terrible impulse that he was thankfully prevented from acting on by Arashi Akiyama's sudden, and loud, appearance.

"Hey yerself. Ya actually come to this kinda crap?"

Though he wasn't as well acquainted with Arashi as he would have liked, the general impression he had gotten wasn't that of one who frequented these kind of fancy gatherings.

But what did he know, judging on appearances alone.

He turned his gaze away from the blonde towards Lele a moment later, shrugging his shoulders at the question.

"That's one of the Tapus. 'Member Bulu, from the Vital Spirit Festival? That's his sister."

He stared ahead blandly, lips drawn into a flat line.

"I don't know why she's here. Looks like she just likes flowers."

The pinkette pokemon soared into the bed of flowers a moment later, rolling over them with a delighted squeal.

"Like a lot. She'll ruin her jacket like that. "

Something to remember.

Slumping back against his seat lazily, the youth turned his gaze to the blonde, forcing a wry smile.

"So. What brings ya 'ere, Arash? Wanted to impress someone in there?"

He did his best, forced eyebrow waggle.

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TL;DR:

SPOILER: Click to show

-chatter
-Doug's suit
-Lele's suit, lollypop included

STAR SOIREE

A NIGHT THAT'S OUT OF THIS WORLD

HAND IN HAND, she accepts a deal from the devil himself. But evil does not prevail without opposition. Angels come in many forms, silent allegories to keep her off the downtrodden path. From the heavens, Saint andres buenaventura looks to stave him off while Killian Decker interjects to kill his temptation.

But he will have none of it.

“Wrong person,” Fernando states firmly, planting his feet in place with a dismissal of his arm. His right arm, the one closest to Andres, immediately swats him away, carrying out his will but acting on its own accord with surprising dexterity.

“Tch.”

The distaste in Fernando’s expression is more than apparent. To have ‘Ian’ appear here of all places is both unexpected and a nuisance. As to why? Fernando can caution a guess, but leads with his best foot forward.

“Reyes, this is Decker, a contract worker from Devon Corp. He’s assisting with our Ptolemy project for Mossdeep Space Center. He’s one of the many ‘engagements’ I have to follow up with tonight.”

His attention shifts between the two of them. Names are introduced but an explanation is not. He does not afford Killian the same courtesy he does Illeana.

“Unfortunately, Decker, you are. I’m busy.”

There’s a warning to his tone but Fernando’s actions betray the severity of his temper. The same arm that had shooed andres buenaventura away digs into his back pocket, retrieving a bronze key.

“Room 342 in the West Wing,” comes a curt command and sudden toss up. “I owe Reyes a dance—”

He can’t miss her blur. Stormy Silph, in an impressive Silph maneuver, looks for his weakness and slips in. If it wasn’t a slight against him, he’d be almost impressed.

After all, power is never given—so take what you are owed.

But he owes her nothing and therefore he looks to counter her play with one of his own.

“Reyes!” His tone is sharp with the authoritative nature saved for Silph Co. board meetings. “I’m afraid if we don’t take this chance now, I’ll be occupied for the rest of the night.”

The choice is hers but his dare is spat between both of them. The friendship of women in arms or the incarnate demon that looks to manipulate them both—which prevails?

TL;DR:

- fernando doesn't budge when andres buenaventura grabs him.
- swats him away, stop touching me!
- surprised killian shows up.
- introduces mr. decker.
- tells him that he's busy.
- gives him a key to a room in the WEST WING.
- Stormy Silph comes to intercept.
- smart move, if it wasn't against fernando.
- calls out to illeana, if she leaves, fern will be busy.
- puts them at an ultimatum.

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[attr="class","illie i"]a deal with the devil has been solidified one too many times. decorating an altar in the form of a cluttered desk, keeping up worship beneath moonlight and a sky of stars. this is no different, no matter how the path tangles. she doesn't stray, doesn't waver.

instead, she merely smiles in the face of interjections meant to stop her.

the mention of devon corp strikes a nerve she buries with the bob of her head. the invisible form of mew shifts with her hair but never stirs, settling further into white hair and letting out a soft mewl.

"ah, i see," she flashes a polite smile and turns her gaze to Killian Decker. funnily enough, her hand never releases the tight grip she has on FERNANDO SILPH. if anything, it cements further. "thank you for your work with the project! it's always refreshing to see some new faces joining forces with silph co's brightest." she remembers briefly the report of this project, if only in passing. was it lost to the desk she has yet to organize? probably but she'll get to that later.

the woman moves to shift, to begin departing to the dance floor whether that means dragging fernando by force or by having him follow willingly. her path is blocked, however, by the sudden arrival of Stormy Silph. the familiar face causes her to pause, to stop, to consider. her face softens, if only for a moment, at the sight of a friend distanced by time.

and then, she's faced with an ultimatum. a choice, one she's somehow getting accustomed to staring down. heaven or hell, good or evil, angels or demons. salvation is not found here, not beneath this cluster of stars. the constellations don't align and she's left to face her own decisions. fernando's tone leaves her glancing back to find his eyes, almost in understanding and mildly in warning. she knows the tone, loathes it even.

"stormy," she murmurs, leaning to offer a gentle kiss to the woman's cheek. pink mist bubbles slightly between the two woman, as if subconsciously summoned to ease tension. "i'll find you in a few moments if that's alright?" the choice, however damning it may be, settles around them. the words of fernando echo in her mind for a moment as she flashes a reassuring smile. take what you are owed.

unfortunately for probably everyone, she is taking a dance with the devil. it might not be owed, sure, but she's stubborn enough to not stray from the path in front of her.

star soiree.
outfit hehe
mew sleeps, greetings all around, offers to find stormy in a few moments after her dance with fern

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Oscar turned as a familiar voice caught his attention, his face brightening as he gazed into familiar blue eyes. One might be shocked to see Oscar so happy, and perhaps even more so to see him deliver a kiss upon the man that approached him. "You made it!" Oscar said, his tone bubbling with excitement. He hadn't expected River to appear, and now that he has this little Soiree would be twice as enjoyable.

Jayden provided the perfect answer to Oscar's inquiry, they would in fact 'get lit'. Oscar nodded, folding his hand into River's as he came up with a devious plot. "Alright here's the plan: Michail, Skyker, River, and I will find where they're keeping the good shit. If I have to drink nothing but champagne here I will hurt someone." Oscar dramatically pointed to Chu-e with his free hand, "You take care of your tum and keep an eye out for the boys. Our original objective hasn't changed." Oscar raised his free hand as a fist, "The operation begins now, let's move out!" 

Oscar charged forward, dragging River behind him as he went in search of a drink that wouldn't make him want to scream.

Meanwhile, Darkside was quite surprised that Creamy would accept his hand. His demeanor changed instantaneously, his trademark confidence returning with burning vengeance. With an effortlessly fluid motion, he would turn his body and slip Creamy's arm around his own. With a tip of his top-hat, Darkside would begin leading Creamy to the dance floor.

River Marx, skyler dross, jayden cross, Chu-e Choi

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