Galactic Dance RP

[Vera9]

(@jas: Ynda didn't fall on the floor, she fell on the sitting part of the couch. )

When Ynda heard him ask that question so quietly, she looked back at Dengeki in surprise. She'd expected some kind of smartass remark about how irresistable he was, but instead, she realized he was just as timid as her. Was that just because of that small kiss?

Shyly, she looked away again, still blushing deeply. "Well... I-I... just felt like it," she stumbled, unable to give a better reason than that.

[ChyukiPastukiSuzuki]

Dengeki quickly glanced back at Ynda and awkwardly began to get up. “Well……..err……..We should……go…?” He wasn’t so shocked because of the kiss; he’d be completely fine if it had been any other girl. But it wasn’t any other girl. It was Ynda. To him, it was more likely that Etoile would kiss him, maybe even Masurao, but not her. He picked up his shirt that had been lying next to him and put it back on.

As he started to walk back into the room, slowly regaining his confidence, he looked over his shoulder and back at Ynda, smiling as he spoke.

“Well congratulations, you win.”

Without waiting for a response, he strode back into the room as if nothing happened.

[Vera9]

Ynda looked at him as soon as he got up, afraid he was mad at her for a moment. She felt relieved when she saw his smile, although she did wish he would've taken away more of her embarrassment by voicing his opinion on her kiss.

She decided she should take his example and shrug off this moment, no matter how nervous she felt about it. She quickly followed and climbed up his head, resting in his hair.

"Of course I do," she muttered, also smiling a little now. "I wouldn't lose from someone like you."

[Renee]

Niji clad in a purple and silver party dress, studied her reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, a knock was heard at her door, "Hm, I wonder who that could be?" She floated over to the door and opened it and smiled at who it was on the other side, "Hey there, Jamal!"

The dark skinned sunglasses wearing teen nodded his head, "Good Morning Princess Niji." He greeted politely. "Oh, are you going somewhere today?" He asked noticing her outfit. The Princess blushed a light blue,

"O-oh...Th-this?" She asked looking down at herself, "N-no, I-I was trying on different dresses for..." Her blush intensified as she went on, "F-for the party this coming week." She explained wishing she had the ability to sink into the floor.

"Oh, I see..." Jamal said looking down in an attempt to hide his own reddening cheeks, "W-well, I think it looks lovely on you, Niji. You should wear it."

Niji raised an eyebrow, "But I am wearing it..." She tilted her head slightly to the side.

"R-right..." Jamal muttered feeling foolish. "Of course you are. I-I meant to the dance. You should wear the dress to the dance, because it looks very nice on you." He clarified with a soft smile.

Niji blushed and twirled a lock of her hair shyly. "Thank you..." 'Come on Niji, you're blowing it! Now's the perfect chance...' The little voice inside her head nagged at her, making her blush even more if that were possible. She took a deep breath,

"Well I think I should head back to my office..." Jamal said, interrupting her thoughts. He looking left and right, as if he was looking out for something. "I have a lot of paper work to finish..."

Niji's smile faded in an instant, "Oh, I see..." Well it would be selfish to keep him from his work just to ask him about a dance right? Right! "Okay, then, I'll come visit you later then! After I clean up my room, I sort of made a mess of things in there..." She said turning around to see piles and piles of clothes scattered everywhere.

Jamal chuckled lightly, "Oh, would you like some help cleaning up?" He offered politely causing Niji to raise her eyebrow yet again,

"But I thought you had paper work to finish?" She remind him,

"I believe that it could wait." He shrugged, "Besides you need more than person helping you clean up that closet of yours." He said with a light laugh. Niji pouted,

"Oh, you're hillarious...But I'd love the help thank you." She grumbled with a smile, steping aside to let him in.

[Sadie]

[[Just a quick note, guys. My laptop's internet connection has completely fried and it won't connect. I snagged a couple of minutes on my mom's computer to let you know. I don't know how long it will act up, but hopefully I'll be able to jump back in soon.

Not that, y'know, Etoile and Tala were doing anything extremely interesting anyway. Etoile was cuddling his sleeping Nalo and Tala was just bending her body in strange ways. Yup, nothing exciting there, haha. Talk to you soon!]]

[Sadie]

"Well, I like blu- oh." Tala stopped suddenly as she realized that Dengeki's attention had been captured by Ynda, and she eyed their little game out of the corner of her eye while continuing her insane stretches that no doubt looked slightly painful. When they both left, she simply pretended to ignore them - private time was certainly a good thing.

Instead, her thoughts turned to the dance. Having Dengeki as a homie-date assured that she would have a good time, although she couldn't help but think of the Festival of Changing Colors, the bi-annual celebration that happened in D'thlany.

Oh, it was a sight to see. The leaves that danced in the breezes, the sweeping colors and vibrant sunlight, the couples that weaved through the air. . . it was magical. She had memories of dancing in her father's arms, and of watching Etoile and their mother leap from treetop to treetop while she spun him around and he laughed delightedly. And later they would all bake b'ama nut bread and the city would smell like seasoning for days.

The girl lifted lightly into the air suddenly, although her current stretch caused her to lift into the air while dangling upside-down. She quickly righted herself and stood straight in the air, sweeping a curtsy to an invisible partner while fine-tuning her voice. "Why yes, mister Unseen, I will dance with you, although I beg of you to spare my toes of any stomping on, seeing as they are indeed bare."

Lifting her arms up as though she was being held up by a pair of masculine arms, she began to sweep about the room, dancing with her invisible partner and imagining that she was home. She was by no means an expert, and her steps kept faltering while her position remained stiff. But her spinning and swinging allowed the room to become a blur, aiding her imagination, and the girl realized while she was dancing that tears had begun to defile the corners of her eyes. Memories of home were making her cry.

But she held a firm chin in the air, keeping up her dance with her invisible gentleman while tears silently streamed down her cheeks, her heart aching for home.

[Jas]

Sorreee! >3; *fails* >:

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Something seemed off. Masurao couldn't exactly name what it was. Call it bodyguard instinct, but for some reason a sixth sense was tingling and he felt the need to check up on Niji. Not that he believed she was in any danger or anything, he just felt his presence was required.
Believing he'd made his mind up, Masurao shifted his legs from the sill to the ground and got up, stretching his back to flew his muscles for his relief. He meant to make way through the room, paying a little less attention to it than he had been before, but faltered at a sudden distraction.

A yellow blur caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Instinctively looking over, he was a bit startled to see what was occurring there. Not that a levitating Tala was anything out of the ordinary. It was more in the way she did it. It was... odd. His verdant eyes trailed her as she fluttered into the air, then narrowed in bewilderment as she addressed someone who wasn't there.

"Kid?" he mumbled quietly, one eye narrowed while the other was wide open. Concern now began to mingle with confusion, even more when she began to twirl around in the air, her arms clearly positioned around a person he could not see.
The wolf-like boy now fully turned to face the girl, his neck craned to keep her in view. He momentarily glanced over at Etoile, who didn't seem to notice his sister's behaviour. It wasn't like Masurao wasn't used to Tala doing something random, he thought, once looking back at the girl in the air, but this seemed different from the things she usually did. She seemed to be somewhere off in another dimension, one Masurao could not see.

"Tala." he spoke up, raising his voice, which sounded less monotone than usual. "Tala, what are you--" He cut off his sentence when something hit him on the nose. It was small and wet. And salty, he realized, upon licking his nose. Lifting another eyebrow, the guard cast his green gaze back to the ceiling, where the girl was still following her invisible partner. She was moving around very fast. And it scared him a little. "What are you doing?" he called out again. He made to reach and grab her by the tail to pluck her from the sky, but her graceful moves were disallowing him so. Uttering a soft grunt at his failure, he narrowed his piercing eyes a bit more, not letting her out of his sight. Yes, it was quite odd.

[Paula]

[lol, it's like trying to get a balloon from the ceiling...lol]
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Lunira smiled a little, glad that the conversation was going a little more smoothly. She giggled at the name of the superhero, wondering how the people would be able to point him out of the sky. She shrugged, before realizing she was loosing her train of thought.

Then, a thud on the couch had caught her attention. Lunira looked over her shoulder to see Ynda on the couch, thankfully, but it seemed like she fell. Maybe something had knocked her over or something. Her eyes then trailed over towards Cyril, but he looked completely innocent, so he probably hadn't done anything.

She turned her head back towards Nebulos, just barely catching Dengeki and Ynda leave the room. She raised an eyebrow at this, but shook her head with a smile.

Lunira then sat down next to Nebulos, now seeing the violet hue on his cheeks, and she smiled even wider. He looked a little distracted again, even though he was talking to her. Was there something on his mind?

The panda-girl thought about it, and decided to pry.

"Nebby," she began with a sing-songy voice. "Was there something you wanted to ask me?"

[Sadie]

"Kid?"

The voice crashed in on her fantasy, and the trees in her mind's eye began to blur. Gritting her teeth, Tala struggled to keep her image of home, pretending that she was spinning through violet-blue leaves on her way upward into the sky?

"Tala? Tala, what are you-"

No, no. Her eyes clenched shut as she continued, around and around. Her mother's face, laughing and happy, her father's face, proud and firm, the faces of her friends, Dayano and O'aka. I'm not here, I'm home, I'm home with them and the festival has arrived and we're all dancing together and laughing. Block the voice out, shut it out.

"What are you doing?"

The image shattered into a million pieces and Tala opened her eyes to find the solid walls of the Headquarters staring coldly back at her.

Suddenly, the girl dropped out of the air, landing on her feet and standing there with her head hanging. But she lifted her eyes again quickly and her mouth was taut and stubborn; she was going to pretend to be alright.

"Tala?" Etoile's voice was gentle from his seat on the couch. He knew the dance and knew what was happening, and he was gently trying to gauge her response, to see if she was alright by reading her reaction.

A steady flow of white tears rained down from her eyes, weaving paths over her cheeks and dropping onto the floor. She seemed like she was trying to ignore the tears, pretending that they weren't there and that she wasn't crying. Determined, it seemed, to keep up her facade of being okay.

"Telarians. . . sometimes leak through their eyes." Her voice was obstinate, commanding. A way to dismiss the tears as nothing.

"Liar," Etoile murmured, looking away. He could do nothing to help her. This was something that he couldn't help with, not when he was homesick, too.

Tala ignored him and faced Masurao with a stubborn gaze that dared him to question her, while tears continued to spill out onto her skin. "I was dancing, that's all."

[Jas]

Haha, forward Luni! XD

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"Nebby?"

The addressed boy heard his nickname and it made his grip on the pages tighten. It was odd how any other could address him with this name and he'd respond casually to it, but when Lunira used it, it sent another heatwave right to his already purple cheeks. "Umm...Yes?" he replied, one eye peeking at her from behind the book, keeping the other part of his face concealed.

"Was there something you wanted to ask me?"

If he had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to this. Utter shock spread across the small teen's now very lilac face and his antennae illuminated so brightly that one might have to avert his eyes. He dropped the comic book on his lap and his head shot over to face the girl at his side, looking utterly bemused.
"How did you know that??" he cried out, his voice an octave higher than usual. He stared at her for a full three seconds, his mouth agape. Then, slowly, realization began to dawn on his flustered face, his mouth now forming a perfectly round 'o'. His eyes widened and his hands gripped at the edges of his comic book once more. "Err... I mean, err..." He glanced sideways, obviously feeling rather embarrassed. He lifted the book into the air again, trying to hide himself behind the large pages, and wishing he could shapeshift into something invisible, like the hero in the story. "Wh-what makes you say..." his voice trailed away and he hid his face deeper behind the papers, the antennae being the sole thing that peeked out behind them. "I mean, uh... yes-maybe. I don't... I mean..." Nebulos continued to stutter some more uncomprehending words, his embarrassment rising by each vowel he managed to utter. His higher than usual voice began to trail away again. And then he sat there, like a frozen statue.
Silence.

"Yes!" he suddenly cried out, almost slamming the comic book to his knees. Though he still looked rather ruffled and flustered, a kind if determination had taken over his purple face. With a swish, he turned around to face Lunira, and when he did so, the newly found determination began to fade away again. Hunching his shoulder, he moved his mouth about for a few seconds, though no sounds came out. He wavered for a bit, then squeezed his eyes shut, brightening his bolts. "Wouyouliket'got'th'dancewihme?" he blurted out suddenly, his eyes still firmly shut, as is he was afraid for the answer to come. If Lunira even had been able to make out anything.


All this and more had managed to escape the guard's attention, who usually made it his business to make sure he kept track of most things that were going on in his surroundings. However, his full concentration was still set upon the levitating girl, one eyebrow lifted in concern and befuddlement. Masurao opened his mouth again, intending to speak, but was slightly startled when the Telarian girl made a sudden drop. He made a calculated step to the back, in time for the girl to descend and hit the floor with her bare, green-tipped feet. The wolf didn't speak this time, but looked at her instead, considering her as if he could find some kind of explanation if he kept staring at her long enough.

His dark mane twitched and his gaze shifted, as he heard someone voice said girl's name out loud. He found Etoile there, who had too noticed Tala's behaviour. Other than Masurao, Etoile didn't seem very bemused. It was quite the opposite. He seemed understanding.
As the brother called out to his sister, he shifted his penetrating stare back to the yellow alien in front of him, investigating if Etoile was able to get more reaction out of her than he had. And he did.

"Telarians. . . sometimes leak through their eyes."

He didn't believe it. And neither did Etoile. Masurao's green gaze momentarily shifted to the floor, where a few dark spots still indicated the leaks. He almost grunted at the excuse she made, but decided against it. Despite his composed appearance, even he knew it was not a good time to do so. Instead, his eyes trailed back up to Tala, finding her there, facing him and looking stubborn. The expression itself did little to faze him, as he was quite familiar with it. But usually, the tears weren't there. He didn't really understand where that had come from, so suddenly.

"I was dancing, that's all."

His face, which had resumed its regular balanced expression, did not change. Instead he just looked at her, searching for something on her face which could give him a hint or some kind of information. But couldn't find any.
Part of him wanted to inquire about the situation, but his other, instinctive part, made him decide against it. For now at least.

"I noticed." he said, a good few seconds later. Something upon the teen's stoic face seemed to crack softly, though it needed a keen eye to perceive it. The following gesture might've surprised some, but the boy himself did not seem to care. His long, slender tail reached out, and used its tassels to brush against Tala's yellow skin, soaking up the tears that were currently there. "You were quite swift, too. I tried to get you down from there, but you didn't seem to notice." Having said this, he removed his plushy tail from her face and curled it behind him.

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LONG! D:

[Vera9]

Ynda had merely raised an eyebrow at the sight of a dancing Tala. She was rather surprised to see the other girl like this, especially since she thought she didn't like dances.

She shrugged it off by focusing on Nebulos and Lunira, quickly realizing what was going on between them. She flashed a grin, which soon widened at the embarrassment that was clearly visible on Nebulos's face. When he finally choked out the magical question in a nearly inaudible way, she looked down at Dengeki for a moment.

"We can play this game again sometime," she told him before she jumped off his head and moved over to the couch the two other squirts were seated upon. She went to sit next to Nebulos and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as a sign of support.

"Mr Smooth here is wondering if you want to go to the dance with him," she cleared up for Lunira, figuring she might not have caught the question the way Nebulos had uttered it. She was still grinning widely, as Nebulos's embarrassment always had the effect of amusing her. She was also very sure these two liked each other, and never minded giving Nebulos a push in the right direction to get closer to his crush.

[Sadie]

The girl, in all of her stubborn faults and inaccurate perceptions about herself, had been determined to keep up her facade of being alright. It was like a mask, a face of the greatest courage and unmatched strength, and she constantly held it to her face while she moved throughout the days, letting only her eyes remain a window to her actual soul.

But the mask was cracking now, shattering apart. And with nothing left to hide her, that soft, vulnerable inside, she was left in the open with an uncertainty of what she was going to do and a fear of saying anything at all. If she spoke, she might betray herself; her strong warrior-self would become a trembling little girl who simply wanted her home.

Ridiculous.

She was just as surprised as any when the soft hairs of Masurao's tail because to brush over her cheeks, wiping away her steady flow of pale tears. A light sneeze pierced her lungs, and then girl felt even more aware of how her open self was revealed now. How she longed for a emotional shield to hide herself behind; another long masquerade of pretending to be someone with no fears whatsoever.

"You were quite swift, too. I tried to get you down from there, but you didn't seem to notice."

The words made her swallow, but the thickness of her throat inhibited her ability to do that. Fire, always blazing somewhere inside of her orange lenses, was no longer there, instead replaced by an openness that she wanted desperately to be rid of. "I-I was. . ."

Her breath hitched in her throat. "I was home."

The tone that the voice carried seemed to say it all. She was open, revealed, a young teenage girl who missed her home more than anything. A person who would weep while imagining her planet from the aching in her hearts. Anyone would be able to read her with ease, now, to see into the depths of her that had previously been unexplored due to her continuing facade.

She didn't like it. Not at all.

A new thought crossed her mind like an alarm bell, blaring loudly and interrupting her thoughts. I can't let anyone see me like this. Not Etoile, not Dengeki, not Masurao, not Ynda, not any of them. She wouldn't allow them to see her while she was soft, scared, vulnerable. . . weak. Tala Ganmade never cried, was never scared, was supposed to be strong, and she wouldn't let any of them see her otherwise.

"I have to. . ." Her flurried mind couldn't find an excuse, but for once, she didn't care. The sentence was left hanging as she whirled around and walked swiftly out of the room, determined to find a quiet place to dry her fresh tears without anyone else seeing.

Etoile watched her go with a loose sigh rushing out of him silently. As her older brother, he should try to help her, but part of him knew that he couldn't. If he went after her, he would only end up feeling the same as she as they both reminisced memories of their home. The Festival of Changing Colors was one of his favorite celebrations, and dances like this always struck a painful nerve inside of him. But he was older than Tala, more mature, and more used to burying his homesick tendencies when he needed to. The dance would be fun, after all, and Etoile knew this, so there was no reason for him to be upset.

But Tala was younger and more easily swayed by her emotions, as much as she hated to admit it. Unlike Etoile, she would be unable to mask over her feelings when first exposed to something that was so close to her core.

Just because he couldn't help, however, didn't mean that he wasn't concerned. The boy only hoped that she would find a way to deal with it, or to find someone to talk to who could actually help where he would be unable to.

[Jas]

Slowly, Nebulos peeked one eye slightly open as he felt pressure on the couch on his right. That was odd, because last time he checked, there wasn't anyone there. Before he had time to react, he felt a hand on his shoulder and it startled him a bit, making both his eyes flutter open in mild surprise. A blush tinting his face purple still, Nebulos turned his head to identify the owner of the hand and found himself looking into a pair of pink eyes, and a sharp-toothed grin. He blinked a few times as if he tried to register her presence there. His reflexes seemed a little slow today.
Just when he had overcome his initial confusion, he meant to ask what the matter was, but Ynda was ahead of him.

"Mr Smooth here is wondering if you want to go to the dance with him."

The information was very blunt, and very true. A small, high 'eep'-like noise submerged from Nebulos's throat as his jaw dropped and his eyes widened in shock. All the colour that had been draining slowly from his face hit him again, full-force. "Ynda!" he said, almost whiningly, clenching his fists in embarrassment. He stole a quick, nervous glance at his furry companion, but didn't dare to look longer than half a second. So instead, he decided to look at the wall opposite him instead, shoulders hunched up high and not daring to look either girl at his side in the face, certainly not with this amount blush on it. "Oh!" he muttered softly, mortified, putting a hand to his head.

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"I-I was. . ."

The look on his face did not falter, although there was a glint to discern in his deep pools of grass-green. He merely stood there, observant and patient. Waiting.

"I was home."

Something did occur on the reserved guards countenance this time. Two eyebrows found their way up, making his eyes look larger than they usually were. His mouth opened, though only slightly, overall giving the young alien a genuine, mildly astounded demeanor. Much of the usual stoicness seemed to have gone, all this due the simple little phrase.
It took him a few seconds, but eventually his mouth closed again and his eyebrows returned to their regular altitude. He looked like his normal self, though there was something different on that plain face. It was hard to name what it was.
Now he understood. The impact of the one little word that could induce such emotion in no doubt any alien present.

Home.

Something or another had probably triggered a memory. And given the previous event of Tala dancing in the air, it wasn't hard to figure out what had set it off.
One eye squinted lightly, though not at her and he glanced to the side, looking considerate. Silent. It wasn't until the green-haired girl spoke up again that he averted his eyes from the wall and back at her.

"I have to. . ."

And then she was off. Masurao made a swift gesture to make and grab hold of her arm, but he failed to do so. Second failure in ten minutes. If the situation had been a little less upsetting, it would have concerned him and leave him wondering where his speedy moved had gone to.Which it still did, a bit.
His deep-green eyes narrowed slightly and his tail flicked to the side as he watched after her, observing how she disappeared through the door. A small grunt escaped him, but it was directed at no one in particular. Most likely, it was some kind of emotion he oh so subtly conveyed. Another eye was narrowed, looking considerate still as he stood there, seemingly a statue, as if he was in doubt.

A few seconds later, his gaze wandered over to the other Telarian in the room. It wasn't hard to make out the brotherly concern on Etoile's face either.
Masurao glanced back at the door, expression unchanging, as if he half-and-half expected her to show up there again, saying "just kidding!". But he seriously doubted it. The frosty teen now shifted his gaze to the carpeted floor once more, seeing the remains of the girl's tears there still, like some kind of evidence on a crime scene of masked sorrow. He lifted an eyebrow at the dark spots, almost looking as if he accused them of something. He looked at them for another few seconds, then turned his stern gaze back to the couple entangled on the armchair.

Masurao cleared his throat softly, almost awkwardly, when he took a step towards it, as if he wanted to announce his presence, though he had been standing there for quite a while. His gaze wandered over to the male side of the party, his expression still closed and unrevealing. "Does she..." he began. But then cut off, closing his mouth with certain efficiency. He was silent for a minute, glancing back at the door, as if he was considering each word he was about to pronounce. He didn't deem it a very bad idea to turn to Etoile, as he knew his sister more than anyone in this room. "Need to talk or be alone?" he eventually inquired. One eyebrow lifted, though only just slightly. He seemed almost a wee bit embarrassed, as if he has just stated some kind of grand emotion. Which, in Masurao's case, it probably was.

[Vera9]

Ynda raised an unimpressed eyebrow when Nebulos turned even more nervous and patted him softly on the shoulder. She had mostly meant to help him, and didn't actually think he could fuss more than he already did.

"What? I was just repeating what you said, only more clear," she pointed out in a what's-the-big-deal fashion. "Don't worry so much. Besides, she'll say yes anyway. Won't you?" She turned to look at Lunira again, grinning.

[Sadie]

"Does she. . . need to talk or be alone?"

Etoile didn't know who was more surprised and uncomfortable; himself, for listening to this bodyguard question him about his younger sister, or the bodyguard himself, who was no doubt not liking the idea of showing so much emotion. The bodyguard usually made him fairly uncomfortable anyway, what with his dislike of expressing his thoughts, but this was beyond just a little awkward.

To distract himself, Etoile thought about the girl and pulled out everything he knew about her. Which wasn't difficult, since he knew the girl inside and out, save for a few things that Tala kept to herself. He thought about when she had gotten upset as a child and what he had done to solve it, and he reached the answer easily, although he was certain that the bodyguard would not like his response.

"Talk. . ." he said slowly, as if trying to make sure in his mind that this was the correct answer. "She. . . likes to pretend that she doesn't need to. . . but talking's what will help her the most, if that's what you mean." Remembering who he was talking to, he quickly added, "But you don't have to, I mean, she'll. . . she'll be alright." Etoile looked away now, his expression concerned. "She's a strong kid."

But everyone knew that.

He shrugged and looked after her, at the cold door that had closed firmly after her. Opening his mouth to say something else, he thought better of it and shook his head, leaning back against the couch so that his cheek could fall onto the crown of Nalo's head. "She's probably going somewhere that's high in the air," he offered suddenly, and then settled into silence, having given the best answer that he could.

And his suspicious were correct. Tala was currently trying to find a tower, any tower, or the observatory. Somewhere that was high off the ground and that was nearest to the sky. Because in the sky there was freedom. . . in the sky, she felt closer to home.

Trying to fight the newest wave of tears, she kept walking, without any real idea as to where she was even going.