[ fuck that hurts but if he thinks she's pulling away because of that he is so dead wrong. ermes is nothing if not relentless about doubling down and not backing away even when she really should. so she grits her teeth and keeps on twisting his further. ]
You -- classless bastard. [ strained and in pain, but still in the game. ] Touching my goddamn boob like that! I'll -- I'll make you regret this!
[ so. this is a thing. instead of the both of them getting even the teeniest bit romantic or affectionate, they are pinching each other's nipple under a mistletoe. it's like an arm wrestling match, but much more uncomfortable, both visually and physically. ]
You, nnngh, wish I was touching your fucking tit. Only the nipple, lady. Going to have to ask nicely if you want — did you just try and twist mine?
[ he's been shot at. multiple times. he's been stabbed, limbs have been broken, reset and then broken again. he's been tossed out of buildings. none of those things matter when his nipple is the target of someone's abuse. ]
You always gotta go hard or go the hell home man. [ stop - strike a pose, pointing both hands out to him. ] Never hold back!
[ neither of the two are really getting any appreciated looks. there might be one person in the background who is quietly grooving to themselves in place, admiring their boldness, but they are keeping themselves as restrained and unseen as possible. the wyver side seems to smile at them and the olympia side is a mix of curious and a disdained sort of perplexed.
but really why bother with the haters bringing you down when you can get down to THIS. SICK. CLASSICAL BEAT. ]
You're pretty damn fancy on your feet for a first timer though. I'm impressed! What's your style? Tell me 'bout the dance of your people.
[Score one for Wyver then, even if Wyver's losing the hell out of this dance battle. When the piece ends and they stop, he mimics her pose with a laugh. After all that, he isn't terribly out of breath. The stares continue for a bit even after they pause, but for the most part, everyone seems content to go back to their own dancing and pretend this shameful event never happened, except in gossipy whispers that will last them the rest of the night whenever conversation lulls. These two have performed a great service here today.]
What can I say? I was motivated! Can't help but show off a little around a beautiful woman with spirit like that. And the kind of dancing I grew up with . . . I guess it's too old to have a name these days, but I could demonstrate.
[ like what the fuck even. a thousand years as a cat sounds unbelievable as hell, and so she thinks that one has to be true right? the most crazy batshit things are always the bait in these games. but three hundred steps in a second is also insane! the older brother thing sounds incredibly mundane on the other hand. damn she's good. ok... ]
I'm gonna go with... three hundred steps. No way anyone can take that many steps in a damn second, unless you have some kinda cosmic super speed on your side!
She smirks, not out of any sense of smug satisfaction, but simply because it's been awhile since anyone's been so impressed with such a short list of facts. They'd been mostly par the course, back in Soul Society. ]
Want a demonstration? It won't bother anyone here.
I wish. I might seriously die if I met Beyonce on an alien planet and she sang Single Ladies. Well no, that wouldn't work if she doesn't have a group to dance with. Maybe just do a throwback to Crazy in Love, a modern classic.
[ pause, quick sip, and-- ] ...I really hope the Orbiters saved her. I'm going to be so upset if they didn't. [ drunk idea: search for the pod beyonce is in. but she doesn't want to leave the party. life's hard. ]
Maybe I should sing one of her songs for you, maybe then you'd understand? I can't replace her but I could try!
Oh shit, yeah! I'm gonna teach you about the spirit of Christmas, just like in the movies! Only you're not some old asshole who talks about how the holiday sucks and only cares about making money off poor saps.
[ this is a magical moment, she's really pumped for this, and that's not just the alcohol in her. though she is bouncing up and down a little in her obnoxiously cluttered suit, the reindeer making a tiny squeek as she does. ]
Ok, so imagine there's this guy who knows throughout the year if you've been a good or bad little Prompto. He sees you everywhere, watches your every mood, and from your actions declares if you've been naughty or nice. I know that sounds creepy, but it's not, ok, just roll with it. Anyway if you're nice he gets you a presents on Christmas! It's so cool.
[ He's truly touched - no, really. He's been sort of wanting to sit someone down and ask them to explain Christmas to him, but has been too embarrassed to ask. This is perfect! He pretty much already fits the bill of an excited kid on Christmas morning, just listening to her talk about it.
Even if...okay, yeah, that does sound kind of creepy. ]
Sooo...if I'm followin' you correctly, this Santa guy basically passes judgment on you and if he digs your style, he gives you free stuff?
Ok good, he isn't dead. It would be pretty damn bad if he died, she would feel like a real asshole. Plus she is definitely not the type of person who would loot the corpse of a perfectly decent person, even she has to draw a line somewhere with her standards.
"You're a bit far out so let's keep talking until I get to you," she shouts once more as she starts to walk out into the cave. "I guess we can start with intros - I'm Ermes!"
She'd eventually find he was pretty damn resistant. The idea of speaking to someone else is enticing, so Yu is quick to follow.
"That's fine! I'm Yu Narukami, it's nice to meet you, Ermes-san! Well, meet you face, to face eventually, right now it's just good to hear another voice." He stops for a brief second. "I didn't want to cause a second cave-in trying to escape by myself."
It's called hip-hop, you old granny. [ yeah she's going there, SHE DID IT. ] Dancing is about being a fool - trust me, all the best dancers gotta learn to laugh at themselves. Guess you never learned that though, right?
Old granny, that's cute. [ GOD??? SHE'S 30, YOU BITCH. ] I don't know what you've told yourself to make you feel better, but dancing is a hobby. A passtime. If you look like a fool, chances are you are one. But, you dance better than you fight, I'll give you that.
[ she stops dancing in a sudden drop, holding a pose with her legs bent and back jerked out, like she's about to do a sick limbo. ]
I know what you're trying to do. You wanna start a fight, but you're scared to be the first to throwdown. But see, tonight? All I wanna do is breakdown.
[ she brings herself up to stand normal, grinning. ]
Don't be shy. Dance with me, unless... unless you just CAN'T dance? No rhythmn, two left feet. It's ok, we can't all be great.
[ She hates this every second that ticks by. It's like there's no other option unless she feels like fighting. She takes a step forward, but still stands there, watching the horrible moves Ermes put on. ]
Nah. No downs of any kind. This isn't dancing — it's unstyled movement. Dancing is slow, precise, disciplined.
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Bigby Wolf
Aggh--
[ fuck that hurts but if he thinks she's pulling away because of that he is so dead wrong. ermes is nothing if not relentless about doubling down and not backing away even when she really should. so she grits her teeth and keeps on twisting his further. ]
You -- classless bastard. [ strained and in pain, but still in the game. ] Touching my goddamn boob like that! I'll -- I'll make you regret this!
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You, nnngh, wish I was touching your fucking tit. Only the nipple, lady. Going to have to ask nicely if you want — did you just try and twist mine?
[ he's been shot at. multiple times. he's been stabbed, limbs have been broken, reset and then broken again. he's been tossed out of buildings. none of those things matter when his nipple is the target of someone's abuse. ]
—Fuck. —You.
Lancer
You always gotta go hard or go the hell home man. [ stop - strike a pose, pointing both hands out to him. ] Never hold back!
[ neither of the two are really getting any appreciated looks. there might be one person in the background who is quietly grooving to themselves in place, admiring their boldness, but they are keeping themselves as restrained and unseen as possible. the wyver side seems to smile at them and the olympia side is a mix of curious and a disdained sort of perplexed.
but really why bother with the haters bringing you down when you can get down to THIS. SICK. CLASSICAL BEAT. ]
You're pretty damn fancy on your feet for a first timer though. I'm impressed! What's your style? Tell me 'bout the dance of your people.
never be sorry
What can I say? I was motivated! Can't help but show off a little around a beautiful woman with spirit like that. And the kind of dancing I grew up with . . . I guess it's too old to have a name these days, but I could demonstrate.
[showing off again . . . ]
Yoruichi
...Shit. Those are good.
[ like what the fuck even. a thousand years as a cat sounds unbelievable as hell, and so she thinks that one has to be true right? the most crazy batshit things are always the bait in these games. but three hundred steps in a second is also insane! the older brother thing sounds incredibly mundane on the other hand. damn she's good. ok... ]
I'm gonna go with... three hundred steps. No way anyone can take that many steps in a damn second, unless you have some kinda cosmic super speed on your side!
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She smirks, not out of any sense of smug satisfaction, but simply because it's been awhile since anyone's been so impressed with such a short list of facts. They'd been mostly par the course, back in Soul Society. ]
Want a demonstration? It won't bother anyone here.
Hawke
I wish. I might seriously die if I met Beyonce on an alien planet and she sang Single Ladies. Well no, that wouldn't work if she doesn't have a group to dance with. Maybe just do a throwback to Crazy in Love, a modern classic.
[ pause, quick sip, and-- ] ...I really hope the Orbiters saved her. I'm going to be so upset if they didn't. [ drunk idea: search for the pod beyonce is in. but she doesn't want to leave the party. life's hard. ]
Maybe I should sing one of her songs for you, maybe then you'd understand? I can't replace her but I could try!
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[Thankfully, the other lady goes off on another tangent. Hawke waves her hand in an eager motion.]
Yes, do it. I love it when a pretty lady serenades me. Which happens less often than you'd think.
[Probably because she doesn't hang out where classy bards go.]
Prompto
Oh shit, yeah! I'm gonna teach you about the spirit of Christmas, just like in the movies! Only you're not some old asshole who talks about how the holiday sucks and only cares about making money off poor saps.
[ this is a magical moment, she's really pumped for this, and that's not just the alcohol in her. though she is bouncing up and down a little in her obnoxiously cluttered suit, the reindeer making a tiny squeek as she does. ]
Ok, so imagine there's this guy who knows throughout the year if you've been a good or bad little Prompto. He sees you everywhere, watches your every mood, and from your actions declares if you've been naughty or nice. I know that sounds creepy, but it's not, ok, just roll with it. Anyway if you're nice he gets you a presents on Christmas! It's so cool.
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Even if...okay, yeah, that does sound kind of creepy. ]
Sooo...if I'm followin' you correctly, this Santa guy basically passes judgment on you and if he digs your style, he gives you free stuff?
[ Sounds lit. He loves it. ]
Please, tell me more.
Yu Narukami
"Yeah I hear ya!"
Ok good, he isn't dead. It would be pretty damn bad if he died, she would feel like a real asshole. Plus she is definitely not the type of person who would loot the corpse of a perfectly decent person, even she has to draw a line somewhere with her standards.
"You're a bit far out so let's keep talking until I get to you," she shouts once more as she starts to walk out into the cave. "I guess we can start with intros - I'm Ermes!"
Sorry for the late reply, holidays overtook
"That's fine! I'm Yu Narukami, it's nice to meet you, Ermes-san! Well, meet you face, to face eventually, right now it's just good to hear another voice." He stops for a brief second. "I didn't want to cause a second cave-in trying to escape by myself."
Aranea Highwind
It's called hip-hop, you old granny. [ yeah she's going there, SHE DID IT. ] Dancing is about being a fool - trust me, all the best dancers gotta learn to laugh at themselves. Guess you never learned that though, right?
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[ And she just stands there like just this. ]
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I know what you're trying to do. You wanna start a fight, but you're scared to be the first to throwdown. But see, tonight? All I wanna do is breakdown.
[ she brings herself up to stand normal, grinning. ]
Don't be shy. Dance with me, unless... unless you just CAN'T dance? No rhythmn, two left feet. It's ok, we can't all be great.
no subject
Nah. No downs of any kind. This isn't dancing — it's unstyled movement. Dancing is slow, precise, disciplined.
[ Unless you wanna be gay and slowdance. ]