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Sam | Ice Skating Room | Can be directed at Razz, but anyone else too

"If it had a puzzle to begin with," commented Sam without much conviction in his voice.
Then things started to move and Sam backed up a step, looking around in shock as his shoes were replaced with ice-skates and he at once fell flat on his back.
The ice that had appeared there (and he hadn't noticed Rowlin's flashy display of conjuring it up until he was already falling) and he at once slid into Ougi's legs. He yelped in surprise, unsure what to do at all. He wasn't even sure he could stand up, never mind actually skate. "What?" he gasped slightly. Then he looked up, mouth open in complete surprise. "Snow!" he exclaimed. He had never seen snow before. His eyes widened, bright and excited like a child given a Birthday gift. "It's snowing!" he said, voice bubbling over with excitement. He looked around, his skates trying to find purchases on the ice so he could stand up. But he didn't know how. "Can you skate?" he asked Ougi, apparently completely forgetting he was almost on bad terms with her.

Archie | Masquericelodge Room | ~∂єѕтιиу mintedstar/fur zeph! Auransky Cloverleaf <Raintalon> HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt   Razzle Dazzle and everyone else ghggh

What a cheeky tart! A right little lemon drop! He liked him. Myrnin, that is. It wasn't so often that someone played back quite like that. Thank you, house! You delightful goat you! "We are indeed. You do look very fabulous, I must say. I hope we can get our pictures taken, that would absolutely make this event," he drawled as they skated, looking over his head. Upon hearing the announcement that he wished to obtain his scarf he grinned and looked down. "Is that so?~" And thus the marvelous dance continued. When he did put him down he slipped out of reach, deciding that his scarf being within range might distract him far too much from Vincent, whom he was trying to entertain nearly as much as himself.

But wait, whats this?

Amazing! Fantastic!

Initially he had fully expected that he would have to find some other entertainment as soon as he set up Myrnin and Vincent, but finding that he was in fact being invited to rejoin the excitement he was thrilled. Ooohh but there were so many other party guests to acquaint himself with, and of course... Playing relatively hard to get was absolutely in his nature. He opened his mouth to make a sly comment in return, but stopped short when he suddenly felt even more wobbly than he had before on his all too glorious soap skates. Upon further investigation, the entire room had been turned to an ice skating room. Who-? Whipping about, he spotted him; one of his prior dance partners had taken hold of the whole situation, taken initiative and turned the entire gottdamn room into a rink. Oh my god. His heart fluttered. Puppy love all the way. This person was amazing. In no such romantic way, mind you. No no, a chaos god seldom had time for romance.


No, this was moreso just the utter awe that someone was enabling the whole situation even further. "Brilliant! Yes, yes! This is excellent!" Clapping delightedly was just the start, immediately following he leaped, yes leaped, into the air and did a mighty fist pump, whooping right along with it. In the same instance, everyone else was granted ice skates to match the new setting. Some were a tad soggy, as if freshly washed. Speaking of, those with soap shoes would now also be wearing ice skates to go along with the new setting. Skating in a delighted circle around the blond fool and graceful green eye'd man, he came to stop alongside them again and bowed deeply to them both.



"You flatter me eternally, as I'm sure you know quite a bit about," he said, winking in the general direction of Myrnin. "Before I join you I simply must express my exuberant gratitude to one of our fellow party goers. Feel free to start without me, Vince here has been absolutely pining away from you to no bounds. Its a wonder he didn't faint upon contact," he chuckled, the sound rich and hollow. "Excuse me a moment~" he said smoothly, sticking his tongue out and swiftly dipping away, promptly making his way towards Rowlin again.



Yes! This one! Deciding that he did not want to be craning his back trying to stay upright on skates and still talk to someone nearly two feet shorter than he was, he pulled a new stunt. A brilliant pirouette halfway to his new conversational target, one so magnificent it resulted with him on his knees. But fear not, he was not about to start sliding around on ice in these absolutely dazzling party clothes. No, he had skates on his knees too now. Perfect, he thought. Though now he was a bit shorter than the other fellow he was now alongside.


"You are absolutely brilliant! Amazing, I say! You know, I was quite worried I might just aggravate the other party-goers taking it a bit too far, but your eagerness has absolutely abolished such silly fears! And what a fantastic job you've done, truly. A show-stopper, one might say! My good man, what ever is your name?" It was a wonder his extravagant tail wasn't wagging, really. From the few fleeting seconds he had danced with this lad he had seemed very charming to chat with, so he did hope that he would be kind enough to humor him without him swooping in to steal him away. Then again, if he was disinterested he would be happy to nag someone else, since he did notice upon glancing away that there were a few that were notably alone... Or he could stalk Myrnin and Vincent more. Whatever came first.

But whats this? Another bird fellow? Or perhaps some sort of angel. The other one he had danced with prior as well. Looking up at this one, he did sense an air of... definite distaste lingering from his shenanigans and grinned almost sheepishly. "It is also to my understanding some don't always enjoy my hectic methods, I'm terribly sorry to have offended you," he said, bowing gracefully at the hip and hanging his head. "I do hope ever so much that I might make it up to you somehow, if I may," he hummed, chuckling lightly as he straightened again to look upon them both. 

Vincent | Ice Skating Room

Vincent glanced down as he noticed the shift in his steady placement, his slippery soles seeming to solidify. As he looked down, he saw that the ground beneath him had suddenly become even more familiar - now being a thick sheet of ice. He changed his position without thinking much of it, skates being something of second nature compared to the soap bars from before. He was still at full height in his new stance, but his feet were no longer crossed in the elegant fashion of a dancer. He blinked at the ground several times as Archie spoke, looking up at him quizzically only after he’d already abandoned them. He sighed internally, casting Myrnin an unimpressed side-eye as the vampire began talking. He rolled his eyes after a moment, smirking. “Is that why you left so soon the last time?” He asked slyly.
He quietly observed the vampire as he skated around him, his eyes impossibly pale in the white light of the sky. He took note of the graceful way the vampire carried himself on the ice, a smile playing on his lips as he offered him a hand. He coyly looked in the direction of the others, watching their progress for a moment before allowing himself to acknowledge Myrnin once more. “Have you?” He asked instead, taking his offered hand as he did so. He was aware he was thrusting himself into another dangerous deal, but Myrnin had a way of making such things worth his time.

"I didn't learn them," scoffed Adrian, channeling every bit of prince-like poshness to his voice. "I was born with them." He seemed to find this rather pleasing. After all, he was pretty sure that Archie had been ... created ... with whatever powers he had. The dhampire chewed at one of his fingernails, still moved the ducks, though he seemed to have left the practice swords gentleness behind and was just whacking the large rubber beasts with the hilt.
That was the last duck, in fact. Now there was the tight circle of ducks, though some were constantly drifting a bit away.
"Now what?" asked Adrian, glancing in Archie's direction. "Do we ... blow them up?" He glanced over the rubber creatures. "I think that would probably work, to figure what we need to do."
He glanced at Archie. "Can you blow them up?"

Vincent was not as sly as he probably thought he was. Myrnin waved one hand dismissively, swatting invisible flies. "Why of course, dear Vice. Why would I have any other reason? Other than the fact that dumping you on the grass makes you look ridiculous."
It wasn't clear whether he was being serious or not.
He started skating backwards a bit, each skate moving in time with each other. He was very well balanced, which seemed to make up for just a bit of an awkward form. It was hardly noticeable. He had been ice-skating before. It had just been a very long time. He was graceful enough to impress, though it was very reminiscent of dancing. 
"Never," said Myrnin. "But that didn't answer my question, as you well know." He yawned a bit, leading Vincent along as he continued to skate backwards. "You never do tell me anything about yourself." He pouted. Or at least it sounded like he was under the mask. The only part of his face that could be seen was the eyes. "All you do is taunt me. It really is so, so sad." There was just a hint of laughter under the pout. "Man of mystery look doesn't suit you."
Speaking of suit, he was looking very festive. What with the jester hat and everything.

Rowlin couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned his head in Sandalphon's direction, "I mean who else looks like the biggest bird fan in this room?" He adjusted his scarf once more, then looked at his bare hands. It was snowing after all, and while frost bite is a challenge, it wasn't one he needed right now. He materialized dark velvet gloves, to warm his hands.

His violet eyes skimmed the room, well clearing, it was a winter wonderland. Something often little children wished to experience.

It's not always pretty though

Rowlin took a moment to stretch his shoulders back, then his neck to the side. His violet eyes observing the angel, as he gracefully took off from the ground. He couldn't help but clap, gently it was graceful, and worth noting. "Looks like I been graced with a pleasing presence." He softly shared.

Wonder if he'd want to play a part in the next charity...

"Holiday spirit..." Rowlin paused for a moment. It hadn't entirely crossed his mind-maybe only partially. "Yea, the holidays are getting closer. Once I input final grades, I'll be free for sleep in." He nodded slowly. "But that also means the stores will be packed with holiday shoppers.." He winced tightly, then shook his head.

"Oh right-" He snapped his fingers. "I was at a Holiday charity before I was thrown in here. New York was dazzling for the holidays. Ha, I'm too busy going from one place to the next, that things fly past me now a days."  He looked at himself, staring intently at the gray coat he wore. Pondering briefly, but not too longer he eventually removed it, to reveal a vibrant red attire, holiday festive mind you... He rested the trench coat briefly on his arm, a server would would with the towel, to appear ready to serve. But that didn't last long, as the coat had started to disappear from existence, vanishing right before their eyes. "Guess i'm into the holiday spirit, eh?"  He lightly joked. 

But it can be taken one step further

Rowlin looked over towards the blinkers, all reacting in various ways. It was very amusing. "But I might as well go full on out." He was moving a hand towards the setting behind him, only to retract his hand when the peacock giant skated right in front of him.

Rowlin's violet eyes looked into up at the man who towered over him. It quickly flashed memories from when he was a kid, and his brother would tower over him-mostly to get something out of the situation. "Why hello there.." He softly replied to the colorful giant.

You're gonna fall...

Rowlin wanted to chuckle, but he found himself more bewildered by the giant's determination to communicate with him. It was that sort of determination that awed Row on a daily basis, whether it be his students, or the humans he often observed.

And that backfired...

Rowlin couldn't hold it in, he raised a brow and tilted his head slightly down to meet the man who willingly bowed, as a means to communicate. He couldn't help but briefly chuckle, quickly covering his mouth as he considered his own reaction rude. But it seemed too coincidental, the stranger, the colorful bird loving giant was praising him. Wait....I didn't do anything?

"It wasn't much.." He slightly started to glimpse away but he couldn't seeing the peacock bend so willingly. "I just saw you skating, and it reminded me of ice skating.." He softly admitted. It was partially the case, it was moreso a way to skate his frustrations away too-since everyone ditched him last him. The next question was almost too natural, but quickly one that forced him to pause, as he nearly spoke out of habit, given the attire. His expression softened as he met the eager rainbow king's was asking for his name. "My name is Rowlin, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Gah, roleplaying...

"I do find it a relief to see you are not upset with my rapid actions." He smiled gently. "Last thing I'd want is to ruin someone's big moment." He glimpsed over at Sandalphon, who still hovered above the sky with his pair of wings. Rowlin returned his attention to the tall rainbow giant, only to find that the attention had turned towards Sandalphon. It was enough to make the giant stand to full height, in order to inspect the feathery being who stood right besides them. It seemed like the peacock lord was apologizing for hijacking Sandalphon.

At least an apology was made...

On the other hand, he chuckled, taking the moment to slide backwards away from the two individuals. He had just turned the room into ice, why wouldn't he take advantage?

I can see the dragon's excitement....

"Excuse me for a moment." He used the excuse to excuse himself, then proceeded to slide gracefully, backwards before twisting so that he would skate forwards. It wasn't much of a show, moreso free skating like the normal goers would at a skating ring on a saturday night. "Oh right!" He recalled, quickly waving a hand freely in the air, his violet eyes glowed brighter then before. On the nearby trees now manifested Christmas lights, as well as festive mantels all over the branches. Along the tips of the branches were paper decorations, all for the festive holiday. And for the once fall banquet table, it was not Christmas themed. Some stock present boxes manifested along the trees, and other decorations that Row normally wouldn't expect in the holidays. Must be someone else's customs and norms. As he appreciated the new decorations appearing that were both familiar to him, and others that were apparently normal to some of the other blinkers. He couldn't help but smile, he wanted to smirk-really, but right now wasn't the place or time for that. And so he skated just around, making sure to stay out of-

watch out

He flinched, as Mei was literally flailing in his direction. Yet, that wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last. Instinctively he turned sideways, slightly in order to take the impact. Then with his hands he reached out, to capture each flailing hand in the air. Then it happened, the moment of impact, it should have taken them both down for the count, but Row swiftly adjusted using her panic as a rebound, letting her worry sway his next movement, which was enough to readjust Mei into an upright, setting one hand against his waist, and the other on his shoulder, like that of a waltz.

Good luck explaining....

He smiled, gently at the young lady. "Look down at your foot, and focus on what my instruction, k?" His violet eyes gleamed brightly. "Starting with your dominant foot, sway your foot outwards like a crescent, then gently sway it back in. Follow with the other foot, and continue swaying your feet like you are trying to turn, but then deciding to go straight anyways." He looked slightly behind him, then back at her. "I'll guide you, and you focus on your feet." He assured her gently as he continued skating backwards as a means to guide her. "Don't worry about me, focus on your feet." He cheerfully encouraged.

Though she would let her decide their pace, he would gently return towards the colorful bird king, and the graceful angel. While the two were conversing, this stranger-his temporary partner, could practice small circles around the two. And if he needed to converse-or wanted to, he could do so from a politely close distance.

: I'll tag people in the morning, it's 2am, and I just finished another assignment. Still need to drive home ZzZzz

(tw: firearms) 

He was right. Sherlock didn’t listen. 
Instead he took another hesitant step forward, hands up, face twisted in concentration as his mind raced with half-formed ideas and plans with no endings. 
He had to do something. But what. He felt helpless, and he hated every second of it. When Kid moved he almost snapped at him to stop, but he held his tongue in case the single word spoken aloud would cause the gun to fire. 
“Mary.” He said again, and his voice actually shook a little. “Mary. Put it down. What are you doing? Are you...alright?”

Mary’s eyes slid to Sherlock for half a second when Kid said the other man’s name, then abruptly went back to Kid as he moved. Her gaze narrowed, and her grip on the weapon was steady. Practiced. 
“I can’t do that.” She told him flatly, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Sorry. Dying may not have been pleasant, but your friend over there-“ she jerked her head in Sherlock’s direction, causing the detective to freeze in his tracks. “-knows damn well I was like this before. I’m a killer.”
She smiled. It wasn’t a friendly expression on her cold face. “Think these bullets won’t work on you?” She asked. “Think you’re really immortal? You have no idea what I’m capable of.” 

“Mary, stop.” Sherlock was trying to think, trying to see the way to get through to her, but his mind was going so fast. He knew what would happen if she shot. He’d witnessed the end of his friend’s life once, he never wanted to do it again. 
Because Kid had died. He knew in that moment, more clearly than before, that he had really died. And now, he obviously didn’t think he could again, he obviously thought he was in no danger here, but what if he was? This was the House, anything was possible, he couldn’t predict....
”I’m going to walk towards you.” He said slowly, steadily. “Alright? I’m going to walk towards you and you’re going to put the gun down.” 

Had he needed to keep moving his wings to stay aloft, instead of simply floating by their magic, the Primarch would most certainly have fell from the air, stunned by what he just heard.

W-what? A pleasing presence? Him, of all people?

Unsure how to react to such words, for the third time that night he felt his face growing warm. A look of disbelief made itself visable across his features for a moment, before it was replaced with uncertainty as he found himself looking away from Rowlin again.

This other blinker must have came from a time before the Calamities, or wasn't aware of who caused them in the first place. Because if he'd known who he was talking to, there's no way he would have shared the same opinion.

That, or he had bizarre taste in what he found pleasurable company...

Meanwhile, Rowlin had moved on to musing about what was presumably his personal life, to which Sandalphon passively listened while idly reaching up to adjust the scarf hanging around his own neck. He allowed his red eyes to wonder around the now, ice covered clearing, observing how it grew more and more beautiful by the moment, as the snow falling from above began to dye the world white. No longer really preoccupied by anything going on around him, his mind began to wonder again.

The pretty setting, together with all the other party goers around them enjoying themselves... Watching it all, he could could feel that familiar spark of yearning in his chest. Lucifer would have enjoyed partaking in something like this. Now that the war was over and all the Primarchs were free to live as they wished, the two of them could have done so together. Just like back then...

Snap. Went Rowlin's fingers.

"'New York'?" Sandalphon quickly questioned, pulling himself out of his mental wonderings and back to attention. The name didn't sound familiar. He wondered what skydom this, presumably city, was located in, or if it was still around at all in the present. He promptly returned his gaze back to his conversing company, only to pause at the garish sight awaiting him.

Rowlin's new clothing was... Interesting to say the least. If the ridiculous outfits some of the other crewmates wore for the holidays were anything to go by, then this one did indeed fit the season well. "Hah, I'd certainly say so." The archangel replied, unable to keep the corners of his mouth from raising in an amused grin.

It wasn't long last however, all traces of any good natured expressions falling from Sandalphon's face the moment he heard someone crossing the ice towards them. He had a bad feeling he knew who it was... Turning around mid-air, sure enough, there he came, sliding in on his knees like an utter buffoon. Luckily though, the strange Draph was more interested in Rowlin at the moment.

"You certainly managed that one..." The Primarch murmured bluntly, referring to Archie's so called 'fears' of aggravating the others... namely, himself. He didn't attempt to hide his comment, but he said nothing more after. He was content in watching the other blinker with a distrustful glare while he threw complement after complement Rowlin's way, each one only deepening the suspension felt towards him. Past experience with types like this had made Sandalphon extremely wary of them. Ones who might act like carefree fools, but knew very well how to use honeyed words to manipulate those around them to their benefit. Whether this one was the same, or genuinely just trying to have some fun with his fellow party goers had yet to be seen.

Sandalphon's eyes narrowed as Archie set his sights on him next. His attempt at apologising failed to bring about any significant changes archangel's demeanor towards him, besides a cocked eyebrow at the dramatic bow. "Oh?" His latter statement, however, did manage to receive a reply that was delivered with slightly less sarcasm. "You can start by refraining from including me in any future antics."

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Rowlin retreating away from their small gathering. Immediately, he shot the parting man a look that screamed, 'Where the hell are you going? Why are you leaving this guy with me?', but it was to no effect and soon the two were momentarily alone. "Hmph. This is my punishment for getting rid of that book, isn't it..."

-Masquerade Room
Auransky Shadepelt15

Noah | Pogo Stick Room | mintedstar/fur
Noah smiled. It seemed to make Amico happy that they both have two sisters, and as long as Amico was happy Noah was fine. He smiled at the boy, then hesitated once the next question reached his ears.
“Yes,” he murmured after a moment. In all honesty he hadn’t actually met his friends yet, but there was no way he would be attempting to explain how time worked for the dead to a six year old kid. It was the sort of explanation that would fry the brain of even the most intuitive adult, and though there was a chance that Amico would accept it quickly because he was so young… it wasn’t a chance that Noah wanted to take. “Yes, I see my friends a lot, but really only in my world. I don’t have that many friends here, and I haven’t seen most of the people that are friendly to me in a while.” He could remember the people who had made a point to be kind to him… but it felt like years since he had seen any of them. He wondered, sometimes, how they were doing. How their lives turned out. Danny in particular… Noah didn’t know where he would be without him, even though they’d only spoken a few times.
The name that Amico spoke was unfamiliar to Noah, so he shrugged, but then quirked an eyebrow once the boy mentioned his… defective… friend. “I don’t believe it’s very nice to call people defective,” he warned gently.
At the question of tricks Noah considered. “I’m not sure, actually,” he admitted, then mounted the pogo stick and gave it a few experimental bounces. “I suppose you can do tricks on these…” he grinned, then, launching himself as high in the air as he could go and letting go of the pogo stick entirely for a few moments only to grab it on its way down and land, surprisingly gracefully. “Like that.”

Vincent | Ice Skating Room | mintedstar/fur
Vincent smiled at the tangible list the vampire began to rattle off, scoffing softly at the mention of his clothing. He tilted his head curiously as Myrnin grew somewhat more serious, watching his hands attentively as he tapped the beak of his mask. He smiled slightly at the question, as if he were considering the questions himself, but then simply chuckled at the vampire’s conclusion. “Ah,” he said, as if he’d reached some kind of understanding. Then he glanced down as his chest was poked, something he noticed Myrnin did a lot, but his opinion on that was both literally and figuratively masked. He was patient as Myrnin gave some suggestions for what he would likely ask about, then gave a smirk in response. He tilted his head again when Myrnin started his next statement with a color, though this time the interest seemed a touch more genuine. He listened carefully then smiled. “A frock or tail-coat...what century are you in again?” He chided, then glanced down at the hold he had on the vampire, as if he were considering something. “Blue, do you think?” He asked after a moment, still sounding as though he were mocking the vampire. “Are you not a fan of the bells?” He asked, chuckling.

Ah yes. For a man who always told the truth he was very adept at avoiding every single question and pretending they hadn't been questions at all. Wasn't that juuuuuust what Myrnin knew he would do?
He pouted. "Honestly," he said. "Couldn't you answer just a little question? I do answer all of yours after all. Wouldn't it be fun?"
Whether Vincent was going to take that bait or not didn't really matter. Myrnin had a feeling that sooner or later he'd work out some answer.
Probably.
"Oh? I live in the twenty-first," he said lightly, as if this didn't matter at all. As if it had been an actual question. "What about you? Twenty-seventh?"
He reached up and booped one of the bells on Vincent's mask. It make a small ringing noise and Myrnin shook his head, body language if not expression showing his disappointment. "Far too loud. You're too quiet to wear literally loud clothing. Blue would be much better, yes yes."
The vampire backed up a bit, sliding along the ice, but still kept a hold of one of Vincent's hands. Then he spun, skates cutting up the ice in small lines as he did a small circle. It was very dance appropriate. 

Vincent | Skating Room | mintedstar/fur

Vincent smiled, seeing Myrnin was perhaps a little disappointed, though hardly surprised. He chuckled softly at his next question, “Do you find my questions fun to answer?” He asked, eyebrows raised. Last time the vampire had seemed agitated with everything he was asking, but he always seemed to give an answer. Perhaps it was enjoyable for him in some regards, or perhaps he just didn’t have the commitment for saying no.
The answer to his query turned out to be about as relevant as he’d intended, though he was surprised to hear an actual time period, even if it was broad idea. He registered it carefully, thinking of what he knew of the early century for a moment before bothering with a reply. “Not quite,” he answered simply, though such a statement was a rare clarity for him. He skipped an opportunity to patronize the vampire for his high estimate, instead deciding to tease him with one of the rare opportunities he could directly reply to a yes or no question.
He glanced up as Myrnin rang one of the bells, smirking at his reaction. He straightened his shoulders as Myrnin drifted away from him, anticipating what was coming as he dragged him along with him. With his weight medial, mostly on one foot, he followed suit - smiling as thought he were amused by the act. Then, with a change in the angle of his foot, he ended the turn of the circle and began to skate backwards. During this, he turned over his wrist as to firmly keep Myrnin in his grasp as he brought their momentum backwards, now with him in control of their pace and with Myrnin skating after him. How long this would last he couldn’t be sure, but he greeted the vampire’s reaction with a nonchalant smile. “Do you want to tell me what your world is like?”

"Maybe," said Myrnin. "Depends on my mood. You annoy me eventually." This was true enough. Vincent's questions were annoying and that made them interesting. Also, strangling Vincent if he got too personal was always an option.
He was slightly surprised when Vincent shot down the suggestion of a century that he lived in. "Hum? Nineteen-nineties?" he tied instead. He had to bight back the temptation to add more details to the question. Vincent was less likely to answer if he did that.
If the change in who was leading this skating dance, or whatever it was, mattered to Myrnin then the only hint that he gave was a ringing laugh.
He was planning something, but for now he would let Vincent lead. He skated after, considering the question. Then he said, "Yes!" as an answer to the question. That was all, just 'yes'. And he was grinning, you could tell. It was a sneaky grin. He was trying to mimic Vincent.

Archie | Ice Skating Room | Auransky & HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt , but archie is totally staring at everyone, especially mintedstar/fur and ~∂єѕтιиу


Archie was absolutely delighted the fellow before him was so willing to indulge in his momentary conversation and further so, give him his name. By golly, could he have made a friend? Only time would tell! But for the moment, this was wonderful. Oh indeed. As if it was more than just a garment, his very colorful plumed tail seemed to wag ever so slightly…


“Ice skating is ever so wonderful, as I’m sure you’ll agree. And I can assure you, this is very much,” he insisted, gesturing to the glorious, glittery white scene surrounding them. The gentle slopes of heavy white powder, shining in the sourceless light was really something. The trees, formerly very orange and gold now dusted with the same real-world magic dust. Furthermore, the few little flakes still lingering in the air. “Ah, and forgive me- My name is Archie,” he introduced himself, accompanying the statement with a subtle bow.


His thin eyebrows lifted in surprise as he spoke of “ruining his moment” and he chuckled good naturedly, lifting one hand to his chest to encourage his humble demeanor. “Ah, well… Your consideration is valued, but truly I was just trying to get people involved with each other. Really, I just felt like it was very important to thank you and inform you that this was,” another wave to the scene, “fantastic.”


With that he watched him slowly drift away and yes, look to Sandalphon. Marvelous fellow. He did feel momentarily inclined to glance beyond him to see how match-made-in-aquatic-vessel were doing, but then promptly returned him his full attention. Trying very, very hard not to grin and appear rude. Heaven forbid. This man was very well put together and he did not want to establish any kind of enemy standing with him. Like damn, those wings though.


The gentle scolding he took very seriously, nodding his head importantly. It should be noted here that the skates were no longer on his knees and returned to his feet. Who did you think he was? He would never stand clean-shoed on ice with skates on his knees. What kind of fool dare you take him for? Totally justified, but how dare?


Anyways.


“Yes sir, rest assured I won’t drag you into my shenanigans henceforth, not without your express permission,” he said firmly. Very serious business indeed, and he could respect that. Lord be damned if he wasn’t a people person to the fullest extent. At the next comment from the archangel his lips pursed subtly under his mask, then smirked slightly. “Punishment, you say?” he echoed, sliding around him to take stance a respectful distance away. “Hmm. While I understand you’re referring to me… Have you a particular distaste for such parties? Prefer you personal time amongst tomes?” he inquired lightly. Might as well enjoy the company until it fled, he figured. Maybe make a slightly better impression, if he could. Still, his attention drifted to the other colorful folk in the room. Maybe he knew some of them? Hm.