STAR SOIREE

A NIGHT THAT'S OUT OF THIS WORLD

THEIR TERRAINS DO NOT MIX. They do not exist on the same plane in such a way that they can blend into a single color. Instead, they exist independently, fighting for superiority and their own individuality. The shades of their hues become a duet of scarfs, coiled Sevipers caught in the throes of mating season.

“More,” comes the sweet whisper of the devil. They’re here to show-off.

Fernando’s MISTY TERRAIN comes second to her own. It parts when needed, giving her PSYCHIC TERRAIN the right of way. His uncanny ability to have it bend and twist accompanies her movements. With each circle they take his own domain expands, encroaching on the dance space they share with other couples such as Amor Rose and Kaida Adachi, Remiel Calcifet and Eris Halla, Tempest Quinn and Cillian Quinn, luka chêne and DEREK HOFFMAN.



When the pattern repeats to the point of being mindless, Fernando allows his eyes to wander. Every circle they finish is another sweep of the dance floor. They lock in for his second target, Remiel Calcifet.

Should their eyes lock, Fernando will lower his hand purposefully, moving from shoulder blade, to the small of her back, teasing at his intentions until his hands rest solely around her waist. It’s petty, toxic, and immensely inappropriate, but without a read on his intentions, it comes off as a more intimate hold that peaks when their torsos touch.

“Are you ready to show him how much you’re enjoying yourself?”

The price of his company is exacted in full. He expects an allegiance to their cause. While she may not care to admit it, he’ll put her on the path all on his own. He should know it well, considering she’s treated him the same.

“Give him a reminder that you’re not a second choice, Reyes. You have no equal.”

Fernando doesn’t recognize the piece @deacon has chosen but even he can tell when a climax approaches. The music suggest an intuitive end and Fernando’s eyes happen to lock onto Lulu Flint’s figure from across the room. His hand lowers once more, hovering dangerously, but he never commits. Even he has boundaries he won’t cross in public (despite not knowing why he feels what he feels).

“One more rotation and I’ll twirl you. Prepare for a dip.”

TL;DR:

- fern's MISTY TERRAIN coils around illeana's PSYCHIC TERRAIN.
- it expands over the main dance floor.
- glitter, sparkles, sweet smells, the works.
- tries to lock eyes with @remy.
- lowers his hand upon eye contact, otherwise does so whenever.
- coincidentally glances at Lulu Flint for some reason.
- lowers his hand once more, implicatively.
- prepares to finish dancing.

Kaida did beam, a brief flash of teeth at Amor Rose 's compliment, cheeks reddening in what seemed like pure pride, "Thank you, I do my best to be a good partner." Surely, he only meant it in terms of the dance, but that didn't change how good being praised at doing good was. Her Pokemon kept around their heels, close enough that her Ekans and Toxicitry were obviously one of the dancing duos, but not quite snuggling up like the little Pichu. The excitement of everything, music, dancing, and a stranger, seemed to be tiring out the sluggish Ekans, who hurried after Kaida and Amor in any direction the turned.

Kaida halted briefly, eyes wandering as the mixture of Psychic Terrain and Misty Terrain came into view, "Watch out." She warned briefly, curiosity turning her eyes towards the dancing FERNANDO SILPH and illeana reyes, "...Huh." In the few seconds confusion swam in her eyes, they suddenly dripped in recognition. That confusing Fernando...and Illeana. Perhaps another person wouldn't have valued the few missions they worked together in, but Kaida felt a swell of happiness, a feeling that leaked away as she gazed for a few seconds. She looked, different, and not only because they were surrounded by all intents and purposes, a field that looked more created by Pokemon than humans.

She looked away, shaking her head as if to clear it, "Strange. I didn't think there would be so many important people here." A flash of curiosity, "Are you an important person, Amor? It's hard to tell in a place like this."

tl;dr: Dancing, notices Illeana and Fern! Dancing with Amor! Curious girl.

The man presumed correctly. Though, she would hardly argue that her dissipated importance was due to a degradation in skill. If anything, she was probably far more competent now as an adult than she was as a teenager or a child. But, taking a breath and exiting stage left for a short time was enough for the limelight to fall away from her.

“It’s fine this way. For now, at least. If I return to the limelight before I set proper foundations, I’m doomed to fail. So, I’ll bide my time and build everything up. After all, I can’t set my path without that level of planning.”

Realizing that she had spoken about her own ambitions, albeit vaguely, she decided it was best to let sleeping Growlithes lie and not speak any further of it. Doing so may put her in jeopardy too many ways to count.

“You think? I always felt that the gap between reality and what fiction portrayed to create the best kind of escape while keeping the parts I enjoy the most. My brain prefers being used as much as it can, after all.”

Elaine took another sip of the acerbic drink in her hand, letting it sting her tongue while being blanketed in sweetness.

But, his reaction to her silly question was exactly as she had expected. She was hardly laughing like a hyena, but she did find herself chuckling, leaving behind a big grin and an obvious shaking of her shoulders, as she heard his attempt to play off her question. But, after her laughter finally petered out, she simply left behind a softer smile.

“That was thoughtful of you indeed. A new friend seems like just the right thing for this kind of time. Shall we toast to that?”

Elaine raised her wine glass once again before her, hoping she wouldn’t be left hanging. Though, there would be some comedic merit to that possibility.

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Dress

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Casey Fincher