Temp Board - Full Moon

[Kerena]

Yay! First full moon!
Anyone is welcome to join in, after all, it's a party!

[Amelia]

A huge smile had lodged itself on Amelia’s face as she walked through the busy, bustling streets of Adea, the booths and stalls dripping with colorful beads, trinkets, and all manner of intriguing and utterly useless items imaginable, which only young lovers, tourists, and the extremely naïve would bother purchasing.

Amelia had bought something from nearly every vendor she passed.

She couldn’t help it. It was all just so pretty… Her feathered arms were completely draped in beads and scarves, and she felt very…shiny. She watched the way the sequins and glass beads glittered in the torchlight and bounced happily.

Having satisfied her need for obtaining a comically absurd amount of ornaments, she decided to go and see what was happening on the other side of town, where the feast was being held, hoping to meet someone interesting. It had beensuch a long time since she’d been to a banquet…

[Giselle Danielle]

Giselle had lost sight of Maverick a long time ago. She could feel his delight, and had a feeling that he was probably at the banquet. Maverick had the ability to eat almost whatever he wanted, and however much he wanted. The wolf really amazed her when it came to food.

Giselle came simply because she was sent to kill a man. He was already dead, laying in a puddle in a dark and deserted alleyway. No one had noticed Giselle slip in and out, they were too busy partying. She wouldn't have come if it weren't for the job. She didn't like crowds. As she was jabbed and pushed as she made her way through the crowd she was reminded of how much she despised people. Too many people at least.

Perhaps she'd run into someone she knew...make it a bit worthwhile.

[Dutch]

Bored to tears, Dutch leaned back his chair and propped his ankles up on the table he’d been sent to procure watching the lively dancing in the square nearby and wishing he was in the middle of it, perhaps with a woman draped on his arm. He didn't even have Jive to entertain him - the sly old fox had already found himself a mate for the night, some poor dazzled Tandem with yellow hair, from what he had seen. How sad, that even his crotchety Tandem had found a girl and he hadn't.

Several of his old childhood mates had caught up with him almost as soon as he had docked, all of them overjoyed that the prodigal pirate had returned home in time for the banquet. Having decided to throw a ‘welcome home’ party, they’d sent Dutch to secure a table while they got drinks.

They’d been gone over an hour.

Sighing for the billionth time, Dutch let his gaze wander dejectedly over the crowd, wondering if perhaps he should just ditch the boys and find some beautiful woman to distract him from his woes… no sooner had he thought this, than a ridiculously decorated young woman came into view, noticeable not only for her shininess, but for her dusky wings as well. And Iccaru, hmm? He’d seen one or two, from afar, but he’d never really conversed with one before… and, as luck would have it, she was a pretty little thing, too.

Abandoning his solitary table, Dutch made his way over to the girl, realizing as he got closer that the emphasis was on little. She was positively tiny compared to the pirate. Leaning down as he reached her, Dutch plucked a flower from some decorations and presented it with a flourish.

“Might I ask the lovely lady to honor me with a dance?” he asked with a charming grin, raising his voice to be heard over the festivities.

[Amelia]

Amelia’s eyes sparkled as she caught sight of the dancers, hundreds of them, each in their own little group with different steps. She recognized a few, was intrigued by others, and vowed to steer clear of the more rigorously intricate ones. She enjoyed dancing, but she also enjoyed being able to walk the next day…

She stood on the outskirts, deciding which troupe to join, when a flower suddenly swooped into her vision. Following the arm back to it’s owner’s face, Amelia found herself looking up into a pair of absolutely edible blue eyes, set in an equally delicious face, and felt her lips automatically form in an answering smile.

“Only if you can keep up!” she challenged, snatching the flower and tucking it behind her ear as she grabbed his hand to drag him toward a particularly quick-stepped group. She knew she’d regret it later when her feet were the size of melons, but hey, it was a party, right? People were supposed to make bad decisions.

Casting a sly glance back at her partner, she wondered if she might make a few more bad decisions before the night was through. Though, really, would it be all that bad to wake up next to that face tomorrow morning?

[Giselle Danielle]

Maverick was the first to see the Pirate. Giselle was off wandering around the festivities, and did not know about the Pirate's new...woman. Maverick growled slightly, frightening some of the women around him. The white wolf caused enough stir as it was, even without the growls.

The wolf lowered his head, watching the two with agitation. He understood that Giselle and Dutch weren't exactly a couple, nor were they exactly together in any way. But, still, he knew how Giselle felt about the Pirate. She was still attached to him. Wolves held one mate for life. It infuriated Maverick to see Dutch with anyone other than his precious tandem. He strode forward, sneaking up from behind the Pirate and snapping at anyone who got too close to him. He lifted his head and parted his lips before pinching the man, very hard, on the butt.

If the Pirate turned around, he would see the white wolf looking up at him with his wagging tail.

Your boyfriend is here.

He's not my boyfriend. Where is he? Giselle responded bitterly, stopping.

He's with a girl out here where the dancing is at.

Maverick was satisfied as he felt Giselle's anger pool over the connection. She was jealous, though she would never admit it. The girl was probably on her way.

[Dutch]

Dutch was unprepared for her energetic response, and was pulled off balance as she seized his wrist and dragged him into the fray, but he laughed and stumbled along behind her, bending down from her hold on him. He caught the glance she threw back at him, and recognized the look; it seemed she wouldn’t take much seducing, he thought amusedly.

He fell easily into the steps of the dance, having known them since he was a boy, and grinned as he lost himself to the music and the crush of bodies, reveling in the camaraderie of people performing a synchronized ritual. He’d forgotten how much fun it was to dance in large groups. He caught his partner’s eye, flashing her a wink as they twirled around each other. He adjusted his feet to pull off a jumping twist, purely to show off, when suddenly something clamped down on his butt, hard.

“YEE-OUCH!” he yelled, plenty loud enough to be heard above the music, and his showy dance step turned into an instinctive lunge away from pain, and he ended up nearly crashing into his Iccaru partner. Spinning around with a furious look, the pirate located the source of the attack, and immediately smiled.

“Maverick!” he exclaimed happily, glad to see the wolf, deciding that the nip must have just been a playful ‘hello’ bite. After all, his tail was wagging.

“What are you -” he began, then realized that if the wolf was here, his Tandem, Giselle, probably was too. He perked up at the thought, casting around for her, before realizing that he’d just been caught flirting with another girl.

And Giselle wasn’t exactly a pushover. He suddenly understood the rather painful greeting.

“Now hold on a minute, Mav, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, holding up a hand placatingly.

[Amelia]

Blushing, Amelia smiled back at the gorgeous pirate as he winked at her, and clapped her hands in time with the other women, her beads and bangles clanging happily, the many reflective facets flashing little gleaming beams everywhere.

Quite abruptly, the blonde man leapt forward with a surprised shout of pain, and only her quick feet saved her from being plowed over. He spun around, looking angrily for something, but brightened almost instantly. As he shouted out a name in greeting, Amelia’s eyes landed on the large white wolf, and a girlish smile lit up her face.

“Oh! What a beautiful wolf!” she said, falling to her knees and holding out a friendly hand toward the animal. As the man started talking to it, holding out a hand in a ’just a moment, now’ sort of gesture, she glanced up at him. “Are you a Native? I suppose he’s your Tandem, then,” she concluded, and looked back to the wolf. “I’m Amelia,” she offered, not realizing that perhaps this would have been a better time to fade quietly into the background…

[Giselle Danielle]

The Pirate's expression would have him howling in laughter if it weren't for the reason why he had bit him. Maverick's tail continued its wag and he looked up at the blonde with his black lips curled in a grin. He was rather surprised that Dutch was happy. He would have figured the pirate to be angry, or do something rash. His head cocked to the side, as if he was innocently aware. Dutch was smarter than he looked, and immediately understood why Maverick was still standing there. Even though Maverick was quite annoyed with him, he was still happy to see him. He jumped up, front legs landing on Dutch's shoulders before giving him a slobbery lick across his face. ((Hope that's alright, haha.))

He jumped down and looked to the Iccaru. He didn't feel any bitterness towards the girl and stepped forward, smelling her hand as canines do. She didn't know about Giselle, so it wasn't her fault that she fell into the whims of the crazy pirate beside them. The wolf shimmered and the wolf was replaced by a man.

"No, I'm not his tandem. I'm his..." he glanced to Dutch and said with his eyes 'I'm sorry, but I have to say this. Can't miss the chance.' "Lover's tandem." He finished, looking back down to Amelia. "I am Maverick, nice to meet you, Amelia.

"Sorry if I bit too hard, Dutch. Human skin is so very soft compared to a wolf's."

He felt Giselle's energy grow nearer and he glanced to his right, watching as a bob of messy hair made its way through the crowd.

"Giselle's here...she's in a glum mood, just warning ya." He nodded in the direction he was looking. "Hasn't had a good night sleep for a long time."

He says it's not what it looks like. Maverick contacted her, turning his head away from Dutch so it wouldn't look like he was communicating.

Don't all men say that? She asked in response.

Yes, but nothing has happened so you can't get mad at him.

Fine.

[Dutch]

((Lol, yeah, it’s fine.))

Dutch was a little wary as the wolf advanced on him, but certainly didn’t expect him to perch his paws on his shoulders and give him a big, slobbery hello.

“Oh, Maverick, yuck,” he complained, grimacing and wiping the drool off his face. “Blegh.”

As he cleaned off his face, he glared at the wolf, and thus immediately saw the look he gave him, and understood more or less what was coming. His own eye widened and he tried to silently beg him not to, but to no avail.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back with a sigh as the damn furball outed him. So much for handling this diplomatically, he thought grimly.

He gave the wolf an unamused, knowing look. “Mm-hmm. No problem,” he replied dryly. Looking at the girl, he smiled apologetically.

“It was very nice to meet you, Amelia. I hope to see you again sometime,” he said, trying to sound like he hadn’t been flirting his weasely heart out with her five minutes ago.

This was not going to be fun.

[Amelia]

Blinking, Amelia stood as the wolf changed into a white haired man before her eyes. He and the blonde didn’t seem very similar… most Tandem’s seemed to kind of…share a soul, almost. There was something intangibly similar about them. But not these two.

Ah, that’s why, she thought to herself as the wolf corrected her.

She wasn’t expecting that last part, though.

Her eyebrows tried to crawl over her scalp and down her neck as she looked from the wolf to the man, Dutch, she heard him called, and narrowed her eyes.

He looked guilty.

Oh, don’t be an idiot, Amie, she told herself sternly. He never said anything about sleeping with you.

But…he winked at me…and he gave me a flower… she argued petulantly with herself.

So he’s charming. You did all the insinuating. Don’t blame him.

She shook her head. No. he was flirting with me, I know it. He knew full well what my intentions were, and they matched his, I’m sure of it. That blonde bastard led me on.

Amelia looked up as the jerk started talking to her again, and an outraged, scandalized look settled on her features. He was brushing her off!

As he turned to look for his lover, Amelia drew back her fist, spinning the man around and socking him squarely in the jaw.

“Jackass!” she yelled angrily.

[Giselle Danielle]

Maverick grinned toothily at Dutch, knowing full well what he had done. What he wasn't expecting, however, was the girl to punch the poor pirate in the face. Ouch...that must have hurt. A blanket of guilt fell around Maverick and he almost began to sputter a line of 'sorries' to the poor Dutch. He liked the Pirate, though he wouldn't openly admit it.

"Now now." Maverick stepped in between the two, glancing toward Dutch to make sure he was alright. "Dutch is a flirt, that's what he is. I'm sorry he met you, but honestly he's a good person. Please, let me buy you a drink." Maverick gave a charming smile toward the Iccaru. "And I would love to have the next dance with you."

Maverick was stumbling slightly, trying his best to make up for what Dutch had done. The wolf was used to sticking his nose into someone's butt to say hello, not perform hand shakes or back flips to become friends with someone.

Giselle passed around a man only to stop. She watched as Dutch was punched in the face and held back a laugh. It seemed the girl had beaten her to it, and it seemed that Maverick was now trying to make amends. He wasn't doing an awesome job, but it was going alright. She stood there with her arms crossed, an amused grin on her face. When Maverick had told her that nothing had really happened yet, she had relaxed considerably.

She knew Dutch was a flirt, and she knew that he had probably had dozens of women since her, or perhaps something like that. But, proof of that was harder than pretending to be oblivious. She didn't even know why she was upset by the thought of him staying with another girl. It wasn't like they were engaged or girlfriend or boyfriend or anything. But, she still felt something and that annoyed her.

It took almost everything in her power to not run up to Dutch and make sure he was alright. She simplhy stood there and watched, eyes boring into the side of Dutch's head. She did her best to look like she was not angry and attempted to keep an amused expression. Though her eyes...they had darkened considerably.

[Dutch]

Dutch didn’t realize what was happening until stars bloomed in front of his eyes and white hot pain consumed the lower half of his face. He fell like a sack of stones, and looked up at the little thing he’d been looking down at only a moment ago, utterly shocked.

She’d punched him!

The crazy little bird had punched him!

Shaking his head to try and get rid of the bells ringing inside it, he leaned up and rubbed his sore jaw, moving it gingerly side to side to make sure it still functioned properly. She’s got a hell of a right hook, he thought.

Distantly, he noticed that Maverick had intervened on his behalf. Damn right, he should, he thought bitterly. Damn mutt.

He hauled himself upright, trying not to look like the world was wavering a little, and noticed Giselle standing not far off, looking quite dangerously amused. He tried to smile, but it hurt his jaw, so he settled for waving. He thought about gesturing her over, but with that look in her eyes…

He cast a glance over at the angry little woman Mavs was placating, and quietly slipped away, heading for Giselle.

About halfway there, he realized that her anger had probably actually been directed at him, not his attacker. As he neared her, he slowed his stride.

Probably not the best idea to underhand a cutter, especially one previously commissioned to kill you, Dutch… he thought belatedly.

[Amelia]

Amelia glared at the white-haired man as he stepped between her and her fallen prey, her big green eyes flashing dangerously. How dare he try to defend him?! He’d been the one to rat him out!

As he explained that Dutch really was just a flirt, her anger faltered uncertainly. Maybe she had just been imagining…?

She shot a suspicious glance at Maverick as he offered her a drink and a dance. She looked him over appraisingly; he was attractive, in an exotic way. And he had that smile like Dutch did. He was probably just as much of a charmer.

“Do I have ‘sucker’ written on my forehead? Just because I danced with one pretty face doesn’t mean I’ll fall for any good looking guy that pops up. You’re probably his Tandem’s lover, aren’t you?” she said, jerking her head to indicate Dutch, not realizing that he had already fled. “Well, mister, I am not just some easy lay. And thank you, I would very much like a good stiff drink,” she said, her tone never changing.

[Giselle Danielle]

Maverick ran a hand through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. He was nervous, a little. He had never attempted to seduce, or charm, any other creature than a tandem or wolf. He didn't exactly mean to sleep with the icarru, simply give her a good time. It seemed, by her words, that she did not intend to sleep with him either.

"I never assumed that." He said, smiling still. "And his tandem is a male fox by the name of Jive. We are friends, not lovers." His smile broadened into a grin. "I assure you, there's no one. Please, come this way so I may buy whatever drink you'd like."

He hoped, to the gods, that she wouldn't order too much or the most expensive thing on the menu. He has money, yes, after the kill from earlier. But, that didn't mean he had much. He offered the girl his arm and did his best to look worth it.


As Dutch turned and began to walk towards her, she noticed the pain in his face. He didn't look all too good. Her angered slowly dispersed and she walked forward to meet him. He had already gotten what he deserved, at least what she felt he deserved. She knew that they were not...going out or anything, but she still felt an immense amount of jealousy. Though she'd never admit it openly.

"Come on, let's get you some ice." She said, stopping in front of him to examine where the girl had punched. "Man, she got you good. I'd shake her hand but I think that would make the situation worse."

It was her way of saying, without actually saying it, 'I'm totally on her side but not it's time to take care of you.' She walked away a couple of steps to the table on the outside of the dance floor. There was a barrel filled with ice and beer. Where they got the ice, she wasn't exactly sure. Probably magic, or something. She didn't much care at the moment and took one of the glasses resting on the table and scooped up the alcohol and ice before returning to Dutch. She took an ice cube from the glass and pressed it against his cheek.

"I never really realized how much of a pain in the ass you are." She teased, moving the ice around the one area to keep from freezing his skin. "At least you're a good-looking pain in the ass, one who can sly talk his way out of tight situations. I guess it didn't work out very well with the winged one."