Assault with a deadly fruit!
Jan held a plate in one hand and was patiently picking fruit off the serving platters near the chocolate fountain with the other. Only the best would serve his lofty purposes. Swiping one into the melted dark goodness, he deemed it not up to standards and ate it.
Once his plate was full of ammunition, Jan retrieved his wine glass and moved towards a table near the entrance, passing by the Tacharan table and giving Ellis a slight nod of his head and holding up the plate with a grin.
Seating himself behind the table, he set up his spoon catapult carefully checking the trajectory and looking for possible targets. He took careful aim and then made a successful launch.
Leaning forward onto the table, Jan covered the spoon with his crossed arms doing his best to look innocent.
((OOC: Open to anyone who would like to be pelted))
Ellis wasn't familiar with this one, although she wagered that her 'cousins' were of the fanged variety, especially if she knew Jan. She was beautiful, this one...Ellis wondered how old she was.
After finishing her bite she set down the berry's top and beamed a smile at Ellis. A couple of gentlemen, Cyrus and Darius.. both new to town. Glancing around, she found the table Cyrus had claimed rather easily. 'Marking his territory, how fitting...' She leaned a little closer to Ellis and discreetly pointed.
There, the roman and Mongol with the belle. Both apparently my elder by a great deal. Leaning back she turned to Jan and smirked. As are you too apparently. Tell me you really didn't used to dress like that. I mean the tights are sexy but.. fur and gems.. She wrinkled up her nose at him with a little giggle. Leather suits you so much better.
And Madame Ellis I must say that I heard you were beautiful.. I wonder if everything else I heard has true.. She paused and glanced about before admitting, My sire has spoken with much admiration of you. Rather odd for an old fashioned relic such as him, but.. Amby shrugged unknowingly.
Studying her, Amberelle had a feeling Gustav's opinions were probably quite fitting. There was an aura of danger, an electricity in the air around Ellis. "Or maybe that's just your nerves.. Trust that psychotic sadist to admire a woman after his own heart.."
((OOC Ellis' "aura" with permission ))
Did umm one of you here loose this?
'Wouldn't you just know it...' The first time he's ever done something like that before, and he gets caught. Kharma was not with him tonight. He grinned and turned to the blonde, putting on his best innocent expression....funny how he could get away with anything financially, but nothing like this.
Ah....but Jan was saving him from responding. Addison quickly tucked his empty spoon away on his lap and up under one sleeve. There...no more incrimating evidence in visual range.
"GODZILLA LIKE! YUMMY BOOBIES!!!"
Planning his great "no, I didn't throw that berry" cover up, Addison missed the large reptile making its way over to their table until it bellowed about his mistress' boobage. Addison rolled his eyes at the strangely dressed person, trying to ignore the fact that Ellis didn't seem at all insulted by Godzilla's crass manner. However, he wasn't that bad of a dancer, impressive...especially in a suit that size. Addison grabbed a flute of...whatever ...it looked bubbly and light colored, from a waitress stopping by.
He'd entertain himself with people watching and discreetly listening in on the conversations around him for now.
'I suppose it would be customary for me to ask if what you heard was all good,' she took bite out of her strawberry and smirked, 'but it usually never is.' Ellis gave the blonde beauty a grateful nod for the compliment and then noticed something quite perculiar behind Ambrelle.
Alfarinn and what appeared to be a new blonde trophy holding his hand. 'My word,' Ellis chuckled to herself . 'You'll have to excuse me, I see an old friend who needs to share some gossip. Very nice meeting you Ambrelle.'
Ellis casually separated herself from her table guests and whispered to a passsing waiter for a cigarette. The waiter was smart not to mention the no smoking signs on the wall. He handed Ellis a cigarette and lit it for her. With a deep inhale she winked at the waiter. She looked back and nodded to Simon to follow. He politely excused himself and followed as she made her way across the floor to Alfarinn of Evenhet.
((Ellis and Simon out.))
"You're not looking for another song are you, Mademoiselle? You are looking lovely enough to inspire a few of them"
Leaning back, he stretched his arm over the chair and looked over at the table were she indicated the 'cousins' were sitting. His eyebrow quirked up at the spear stuck in the center of it. With a little chuckle, Jan looked back at the blonde.
"It would seem the cousins are leaving their own mark on the ball. "
He looked sullen for a brief moment at the remark about his clothing but then grinned at her.
"I am afraid I have had an occasion to where such a thing more than once but I felt it better than coming as a street urchin. I don't think the waiters would have appreciated the dirt necessary to make that costume authentic. "
Jan watched Ellis and Simon get up and smiled briefly at Addison. The redhead seemed lost in thought and no doubt this whole situation made him uncomfortable. With a slow smirk, he turned back to Amberelle.
"I do believe you're right about the leather though I hear I look so much better in nothing at all. Perhaps I should have come in the nude. It was technically how I was created. Think anyone would have minded terribly?"
Looking up at Winter and his fruit drink and crazy straw. Jan grinned.
"I think though that Winter wins the best costume award. So have you terrorized downtown Nachton yet?"
"I think though that Winter wins the best costume award. So have you terrorized downtown Nachton yet?"
"Moi?!" his voice muffled, though he still somehow managed to sound innocent..
"terrorized, not quite, but don't worry.. I wont disappoint" he said with a lunatic laugh..
he then spun, wapping amberelle in the legs with his tail and stomped out onto the dance floor..
"Ohhhh! GODZILLA LIKE WALTZ!!" and thats when Godzilla started breakdancing...
With a nod to the young man a couple of seats down, Addison stood and left.
(OOC: Addison out)
I'm sorry I didn't mean to run everyone off like that.. I guess I should have stuck to my own kind, huh?
'Stupid! There are reasons the clans don't mix.. I wonder what kind of faux pas I did tonight. The last thing you need is to make the elders here mad, then where will you go?' The blonde looked over at the table where her fellow Anantya had gathered. She sighed. 'I should probably go over and pay my respects before I show Darius around.' It was just... They all made her feel so.. young. In a bad way.
Looking back at Jan she marvelled at how he'd been able to stay so playful and 'youthful' for hundreds of years. She envied that ability and wondered if it was something that was just a part of him, or more of an influence of Tacharan. Either way it was a far cry from what she had seen from her own clan, so far.
Giving her friend a faint smile, she asked, So, want to go meet my people? Then if they all run away I will know I have B.O. or something..
((OOC Jan's actions / personality purely from her own perceptions, and may be wrong! ))
Turning back to Amberelle, he shrugged .
"Not at all, Addison isn't quite one of our kind anyway so I think he's feeling a bit out of place and Ellis... well, she's just Ellis."
Jan looked over to where the Tacharan leader was standing in the middle of a group of people. Seeing her lean flirtatiously towards a tall blonde who must be the afore mentioned Alfarinn. He noticed the man looked familiar as did his friend. Well what do you know? He had met the esteemed elder of Evenhet without even realizing it.
He grinned at Amberelle and shook his head.
"Looks like Nova is headed back this way. I'll see what trouble my sister wants to cause."
Leaning in close to Amberelle's neck, he barely let the tip of his nose brush her skin before sniffing delicately.
"Nope, I'd say you smell just fine, quite nice actually."
Jan leaned back and gave her a raised eyebrow and a smile.
"If the cousins give you any trouble just let me know. Though as I recall you can handle yourself just fine and have a habit of looking for fights."
((OOC: Nope, that's pretty much the truth. He says its the cartoons. Sniffing Amberelle *gasp* without permission, she might slap him! ))
“Hey Jan, Amberelle.”
She flopped down in a chair and watched the crowd for a moment.
“You have fun tonight?”
Admittedly, Nova had enjoyed herself for the most part. And who gave a shit whether she danced or not? Certainly not her.
Nope.
-She- wasn’t some airhead whose entire life revolved around how many stupid guys asked her to dance. And if she wanted to dance, she could just ask someone.
Yep…she sure could…just…ask…
“Holy shit, is that Arin Bjorn?”
"Are you trying to call another helping of dinner? I'm sure if you're -that- hungry a waiter would get you another helping just so you'll stop."
He shrugged and smiled at her question.
"Its been better than I expected."
She flopped down and immediately looked over towards the blondes. Jan turned back to look at them and noticed they had moved over to the dance floor and Ellis and Simon were no where in sight.
Alfarinn...Arin.. He wondered if Nova made the connection. It was better not to tell her if she hadn't; she had a 'thing' for Arin Björn and talked about him on occasion when she saw him on the news and such. Nova claimed there wasn't anything to this crush of her's and if she did any more than smile goofily every time his picture appeared he hadn't caught her at it.
"So... there he is. Go ask him to dance."
((OOC: Nova's "thing" for Arin known with permission. *snickers* ))
“Yeah, right. And after that I’ll just hop in a limo to go to my photo shoot for Cosmo.”
That matter settled, she looked around for a waiter to bring her a drink. Seeing one headed for the kitchen, clearly intent on getting things wrapped up for the night, she shouted out to him.
“Oy! You! Over here!”
The waiter rather reluctantly walked over, tray in hand, and Nova browsed the glasses presented to her. Frowning at the lack of the whiskey she –really- needed, she grabbed a glass of wine and knocked it back in one go, putting the glass back on the tray before the waiter could escape.
Turning to Jan, she rested one elbow on the table and shook her finger at him.
“First of all, he’s dancing with a…what the fuck…he’s dancing with a dude?”
Could he be...? No way…Arin Bjorn was a pillar of heterosexual masculinity. Still...he and that little blonde pretty boy looked awfully comfortable with each other.
“Anyway, he’s dancing with someone, and besides, he’s famous and shit. He’s not going to dance with a normal person like me.”
Well, to be fair, saying she was a normal person was giving herself a lot of credit…but that wasn’t the point!
"Damn...he looks even taller in person."
She kept the wistful sigh out of her tone, though she -really- wished she had a camera.
The Ari Grrrrls were -never- going to believe this.
"Don't make me go over there and do it for you. You may not embarrass easily but I bet I can manage to accomplish the task."
Looking thoughtfully at the couple on the dance floor, he said.
"I tell you what. You go ask Alfarinn to dance and I'll keep his companion occupied."
Jan smirked at Amberelle and Nova and headed around the table.
"You better come with me or you'll be sorry...."
((OOC: Jan out))
Cursing, she righted herself and caught up with her brother, leaning forward and speaking in a loud whisper.
“I’ll be sorry? –I’ll- be sorry!? You are –so- going to get it.”
Of course, her brother very well might get a big wet kiss on the cheek for talking her into this…all depended on how things went, she supposed.
“And his name is –Arin-. You drunk, adding extra syllables?”
/ooc Nova out