Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Feifi Candorus]

"Okay!" She said happily moved, the fast little shit, she saw a weird ass zeltron who she didn't care to know make a charge at her master and the other champions response

if he wasn't slowed, feifi would slide, and stick her foot out, the good o'l leg trip!

Now if her masters attack worked, she would wombo combo the blinded assailant, delivering a nasty keldabe to them.

@time for the funny, y'all.

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was making his way to the bathroom when he heard a commotion behind him. He didn’t care for any of it his concern was on preventing the smell to cause him to throw up again. Everyone would have to fend for themselves while he cleaned up.

Making his way into the restroom they seemed to have showers and lockers inside. Guess people ending up covered in puke was a regular occurrence here. Trael threw away his pants and shoes before walking into the shower. After he cleaned himself he began his hunt for new clothes. He found an open locker with a bright pink sweatsuit without a shirt. He tried to find another unlocked one but was unable to do so. He squeezed himself into the sweatsuit which was very obviously too small for him having to keep the jacket open but it still looked like he was wearing a childs outfit in terms of size. He then made his way to the group praying it was better now.

Nothing coould prepare him for what he saw as he returned to the group. A fire had been started and was threating to consume his security deposit. He would use the force to pickup some of the unholy amalgamation of vomit feces and water and launch a ball of it at the flaming curtains. Sadly the acolyte(@LadyRen) napping under them would be caught by it falling to the floor.

He then realized there was a fight club happening while the fire was going on. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL DOING!" His anger rising as he tried to keep himself under control. "I do NOT want to lose my security deposit. So can we please calm down and just get plastered drunk to forget all of this?" His patience was wearing almost as thin as his wallet was because of this fiasco.

@fightclub

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai stopped mid-charge or attempted to, instead skidding as he felt the twinge of hairs on the back of his neck prick up, the Force alerting him to some kind of incoming danger. Trying step to the right he saw the projectile fly by well on it's way to hitting Ayomi in the face instead, as Trodai himself was sent to the ground by a Force Push. One delivered by Caerllion.

Spitting it out, he ignored the smell for now and the mess. Puking briefly. Taking advantage of his lower position, as Feifi made for him he grabbed a handful of muck and swung it at her eyes like a chimp or some kind of messy sand before getting himself off the ground. He noted how Ayomi now held a table cloth, again charging this time he slid low, using the slippery surface to his advantage and aiming to deliver a elbow to Feifi face during his distraction and on the way before trying take out the knee caps of Ayomi as both both feet made contact at the end of the 'slide'.

Failing that he would spin around to deliver a kick to the ribs, using one hand on the ground and his momentum.

They wanted to play rough. And so he got rough.

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OOC: Actions just to clarify -
1.Stopped mid-charge and skidded while attempting to stop, allowing the poo ball to fly past and possibly hit Ayomi instead. Also fell over due to the Force Push after stopping/skidding.

2.Flung poo at Feifi face and skidded along the ground trying hit her with a elbow to the face along his way to Ayomi.

3.Attempted to use the skid and at the end take out Ayomi knee caps using both of his feet. Failing that is a attempt to possibly deliver a kick to the ribs from the ground position using one hand on the ground.

 

[Freyja]

The lithe acolyte was solidly out- until a massive ball of feces, vomit and water hit the curtain and drop onto her. Her head was spinning so as if she had been ultra drunk as well, but as she frantically freed hersepf from the curtain, panting in sheer panic, she heard someone yell (@Javier esschoolbus).

WHAT KIND OF A PARTY WAS THIS EVEN?! Seemed like she had underestimated the adults severely...the problem was though, that as she pushed herself up in her dazed state, she was smelling so bad that it literally made her gag. Is was fantastic that her stomach was utterly empty by now, but the gagging didn't cease as she bolted for the bar and slipped behind the counter, immediately climbing up onto it and squeezing herself under the sink.

She immediately opened the tap and began washing herself frantically. The jacket she had off quickly, but the top and pants she had to wash out properly while a literal brawl broke loose. By the time she was done, she was completely soaked and deeply scowling, sheer anger boiling inside her as all she had done was introducing herself to her new master and she had been sprayed with shit, puke and whatnot.

Who was even to blame for this all?! People were throwing hands, but it was hard to tell who started or who was even fighting...She didn't know either of them, so she did what she deemed right: She might not have known him, but the half naked Pureblood was responsible for her now, wasn't he? So she figured it was mutual...so she was on his team if he decided to fight. It was convenient he was at the bar for now, too, so she had eye contact on him, but there was also this dude who had formerly shouted nearby.

"Nope...you won't be getting that deposit back. Hope no one influential owns this club", she casually said to him with a shrug, for now watching the amusing yet somehow primal fight from the sidelines. Were they...throwing feces? Oh this would end up on Switter. She casually drew her phone and gathered some footage for later. While she was doing that, she reached for the nearest bottle of booze, opened the lid with her teeth and took a huge swig as it was desperately needed.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Karys]

Karys felt his knuckles split on the second impact, it wasn’t a pain that he actively registered but more a dull tearing sensation. His black blood mixed with Vossari’s own before the Wrean shoved him away and stumbled backwards. Karys watched as he made his way through the alleyway, the pride he’d held moments before beaten out of him. Karys didn’t pursue him, instead he simply walked off, returning to the club to hunt down him lover.

Once he crossed the threshold the stench his him. Burning shit and puke was all he could smell. Karys instantly retched up the alcohol that sat in his stomach.

“What the FUCK?!” He managed to scream out between gut wrenching vomiting spells.

Karys eventually ran out of steam, he had nothing left in his stomach to come up. The only thing that was left was the spice in his system and rage. The night had been thoroughly ruined at this point and he was pissed. He heard someone shout out something about My Beautiful and that they should leave. No one was leaving.

Karys stormed from his position towards the brawl he grabbed the first person he saw and spun them around. It was a tall, skinny, pointy-eared guy. His face didn’t remind Karys of anyone and so he slugged the guy in the face almost instantly. The blow would be aimed towards his big dumb mouth and would likely crack or knock a few teeth loose. After he socked the guy, Karys would shove him backwards and reach into the crowd for another poor unfortunate soul to vent his rage on.

@LouJoVi

 

[Darth Arcanos]

With the double ended spouts from Mjan plugged for now thanks to his potion, Azar relaxed a bit. He exhaled as he poured himself a drink behind the bar. The stench was horrible all around, but he was used to worse from his potions going bad. The pureblood threw back another shot right as Cyu addressed he and Trodai. He flashed her a half grin, “Care to join us?” He teased, using the Force to make one of the straps of her dress slide off her shoulder and down to her bicep. Her dress was too tight for it to give her any wardrobe malfunction - he was far too gentlemanly for that - but that sensual tease was there all the same. His burning, yellow gaze met hers over the rim of his glass briefly before he tossed back another drink. (@Xorism )

Azar turned to regard the dogpile that happened atop Mjan, Trodai launching himself into the fray. At some point, his acolyte (@LadyRen ) emerged from nowhere and Azar was impressed to find her still alive. He poured her a drink, but he waved his hand over it, removing all the alcoholic properties. He shoved the drink into her hand as he calmly watched the shitshow before them in their front row seats.

“Chaos is a part of the Sith way, apprentice,” He said smoothly, his speech slurring a bit, “Passions embraced can manifest in various different ways,” He looked towards the tiefling and the elf engaging the Purebloods. And then he saw Karys barge in from nowhere and slug the elf in the face, “It is beautiful to behold when you can stand back far enough to admire it,” Azar said with a smirk as he took a sip.

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion was so distracted watching Ayomi fighting with Trodai that he only noticed another Pureblood approaching him when it was too late. He was grabbed and turned around like a doll. He stared at the person, barely recognizing him as Karys. Another Sith that he had seen in the Umbaran Academy.

“What…” he said, before immediately receiving a punch on the mouth. The pain and strength of the impact left the Annfyn dizzy, making him incapable of reacting. Then he was shoved backwards, falling among the floor. Blood was running down his mouth and he was sure that he would need a dentist to repair some of his teeth.

At least he had the money to solve it.

He watched the Pureblood walk away, knowing very well that he had no chance of counter-attacking with strength. The guy was colossal compared to him and he wasn’t going to use the Force in a place that was full of people like this one. So Caerllion did the only thing that he could do in such a situation.

Turned his rage into someone else.

And the chosen one was Trodai, who was throwing blows with Ayomi and Feifi. In his defense, Caerllion was still dazed by the punch and the illumination of the nightclub made the Pureblood’s skin look darker than it really was. So he confused the Acolyte with Mjai. “It’s all your fault.” he said, before rising from the floor and slowly approaching the other Sith.

While the Pureblood was distracted trying to kick Ayomi, Caerllion would come from behind the Sith. He would grab him by the hair to turn the guy toward himself, while simultaneoulsy delivering the strongest punch that he could make at his face.

@René @Hastur @Akheron

 

[Nevizkas]

Glancing down as the dancing strap graced her bicep, Cyu smirked. "Maybe." Teasingly playing with the strap before slipping it back in place. Spotting his new apprentice, an intriguing thought conjured to toy with Azar, she put it away for another day. @Sreeya

With all the chaos unfolding, she spotted the trio of Sith offering a beat down on Trodai. Considering his actions that seemed fair on their part but why did that mean she had to miss out on the fun? With a flick of her wrist, Cyu sent a small metal tray skimming along the floor using the force. It was timed to arrive underfoot as Caerllion was making his attack and aimed to cause him to lose his footing on the slippery floor. @LouJoVi

Cyu strolled behind another pureblood, innocent as sin as she closed the distance to an inch while he was busy offering a lesson. "Beauty doesn't have to be at a distance to be held, Azar." She whispered teasingly and leaving it there to stew. @Sreeya

As it turned out, this evening was shaping up, after all.

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was observing the activities unfold with amusement, watching Karys power through the setting like a hurricane. He watched Karys clock the elf in the face and the skinny man did nothing in return, lunging towards Trodai only to trip. Azar actually started to laugh, bringing his hand up to his face to suppress it. It was perhaps one of the remnants of being a royal - he still didn’t openly laugh without covering his mouth.

He had been around both Nakoa and Vossari enough to start carrying a pipe around. Now that things were calmer, he lit up some marcan herbs and took a drag, closing his eyes to enjoy the hit. He tilted his head to regard his apprentice (@LadyRen ), “Don’t do drugs,” He said with a slanted grin before he took another drag, held it and released it through his nose.

Cyu came over to join them and he turned to face her, leaning back with an elbow against the edge of the bar.

“You’re right,” He said simply as he took a long drag from the pipe. He leaned in to close the distance, reading her body language. He pressed his lips against hers, releasing the spiced smoke right into her mouth to give her the same rush he experienced. His lips gingerly brushed hers as the smoke exchanged between them before he drew back only a little to smirk at her. She could choose to release the smoke or hold it in longer for a powerful rush.

@Xorism

 

[Karys]

Karys felt the elf’s teeth crack against his fist. Shimmering neon blood splattered against his fist and ran down the purple elf’s face. He stumbled back and fell as Karys shoved him away.

A shout drew Karys’ attention, someone yelled “okay”. This was certainly not okay! Karys’ hand snatched the diminutive creature (@Hastur) up as they slid towards and green Pureblood. Why did this strange child’s skin shift colors? Karys didn’t care as he threw her by her leg towards a strange woman (@LadyRen) who stood next to two people he did recognize, Cyu (@Xorism) and Azar (@Sreeya). If she didn’t react fast enough, she’d be colliding the color shifting demon.

That was when the kiss happened. Karys’ pupils were already dinner plates, they couldn’t get any larger. He threw his arms up in the air and screamed “WOO!” In an instinctive reaction, maybe there would be a threesome tonight after all.

However, even in the midst of his celebrations he caught sight of a final familiar face. One his sober brain hadn’t connected the dots to yet but his mind high on spice recognized immediately. He remembered the security footage on Zygerria, the guy who caused that fucking nightmare. Trawl…or was it Trail? Trael? (@Javier esschoolbus) Fuck it, his name didn’t matter to Karys anymore, rage filled his eyes as he glared at that guy.

“You bearded FUCK!” He shouted pointing at Trael. “Do you know how bad Zygerria SUCKED?” He exclaimed before making a mad dash towards his final target.

Karys would practically trample anyone in his way as he charged Trael. Hopefully the other Sith could outrun him, because right now Karys was a force of nature. If he caught him, any punishment he gave Trael would be done without any restraint.

 

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr stood still, enjoying the banter. She'd perhaps expected something funny, a taunt or perhaps a cheeky line in reply to hers, but instead she got something intimately more exciting. As he drew in closer after a record-breaking inhalation, her pale white eyes keenly watched as he made his move.

As lip touched lip, she felt the deliciously fragrant exhale trace from his lungs to hers. The swirling vortex of spiced smoke, a voracious release of pent-up energy submerged under the surface and the intoxicating taste mixture of liquor, spice and the yellow eyed Kressh himself caused a stir.

Watching as the crimson man stepped back, Cyu held her own well. A fiend, such as herself, held the smoke deep within her lungs for several seconds to maximise the coming rush before releasing the smoke over her lips.

The chaos went on all around them, and if anything came their way, the powerful woman wouldn't be unprepared. Until then and turning to then pull herself up onto the bar itself, the pureblood leaned across the table to drag, by hand, a bowl of salted snacks toward them.

"What's your rules?" She asked pointedly, offering the bowl to him.

@Sreeya

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi watched as a hovering ball of feces and fluids sailed past Trodai's head, no doubt thrown his way by one of the people behind them. It seemed Feifi had heeded the Tiefling's call, sliding to take out the Pureblood's legs. Clever girl. Using her opponent's size against him, especially with her stature, would be far more effective than a head-on attack. Speaking of the massive red-skinned acolyte, he was now charging low and sliding along the floor.

Deciding to adjust their initial strategy, Ayomi quickly used the force to launch the burning tablecloth they held towards Trodai's face, with the intent to telekinetically wrap it around his head if it connected. Whether it did or not, the Tiefling would wait until the acolyte was almost upon them before jumping up to avoid his slide, so as to prevent him from making any adjustments and intending to immediately land with both feet on his chest. If they were successful, the champion would put one foot on Trodai's throat and apply a liberal amount of pressure as they looked down.

"Get control of your disgusting friend Trodai, he RUINED MY NIGHT!" Ayomi spat at the Pureblood, regardless of any other outcomes. As much as they relished a good fight, they hadn't come to this party looking for one and they'd quite enjoyed talking to - no, manipulating, that's it - the Annfyn Sith somewhere behind them.

@LouJoVi @Akheron @Hastur

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai almost found it amusing when Feifi was scooped up and flung away by Karys, just as he found it equally amusing when Caerllion tripped over the tray provided by Cyutadakr. he was grateful for the very unexpected assistance from both. He used the distraction and reacted equally as quick, as the tablecloth came he stopped himself sliding before meeting his opponent, adapting and pushing himself up with a free hand, digging feet in and shoving himself up while the other hand he telekinetically attempted to redirect the tablecloth using his natural affinity for the ability, instead the cloth tore apart from the opposing forces at work, sending shreds everywhere like white, smelly and smoking confetti.

Having now risen and was halfway between them. As the Tiefling jumped he attempted to Force Pull and send them straight into Caerllion on the ground. Granting somewhat their wish for the night, yet not in the manner expected. As both would be on top of each other in the muck hopefully. From there he would leave it be. A point made, and the short brawl brought to a close or so he hoped. It would be for Mjan to deal with the rest of continue any further if he wished.

"And you control your friends, instead of ganging up on my brother like a hoodlum gang settle it one on one. It's the only reason I jumped in, to even the odds." He spoke out. With that he would attempt to walk away, and get cleaned up in the showers. It seemed he too would need a change.

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OOC: Actions -
1. Used the Karys/Cyutadakr distraction to focus upon Ayomi. Trodai stopped himself, mid-slide and attempted to apply equal telekinesis in a attempt to counter the tablecloth instead ripping it to shreds as the opposite forces worked against each other.

2.Now standing halfway between the two, Trodai attempted to Force Pull Ayomi and send them on top of Caerllion in a pile.

@LouJoVi

 

[Freyja]

Even if she slowly found herself more amused than furious anymore, she was disgusted still. The odor that hung in the air was a nauseating mixture of shit, vomit, fire and spilled drinks. A surely explosive combination, and as Master Kressh basically instigated her to embrace and enjoy it, a devious smirk crossed her lips.

Her gaze flicked between the fight and her master before he confronted her with more wise words, however gulping down the drink he had provided provocatively, before she gave him an understanding nod. Little did she know though that her master intended to show her passion alright as well as the pureblood lady suddenly started toying with him.

Her eyes dilated, absolutely not wanting to witness what happened right there, so she instantly decided to hurry off, gaze averted, however thus also barely missing the other light-haired acolyte who was suddenly hurled into her direction. "What the fuck?!". Her yellowish eyes immediately narrowed, fiercely locking down onto the third pureblood (@Karys) who suddenly started shouting at the one who had made the fatal mistake of renting a club for Sith (@Trael Osso).

That throw, was personal, at least that was how it had felt, and regardless of whether he was sloshed, it was payback time. She was aware of her position, so she didn't blatantly join the fight, but instead she reached out with the Force and swiftly tugged down Karys' pants before he'd reach the target. In his rage it was unlikely he'd notice who un-panted him, but she was hoping he'd even trip because of it.

@Sreeya @Xorism @Apollyon @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael watched as everyone continued fighting. Some were even flinging the poop around at others. He was going to turn and regard the group behind the bar when the mandalorian acolyte was flung towards the newest member of the party. Luckily she just barely avoided the attack. Azar and the pureblood woman were enjoying themselves plenty already.

Suddenly he heard someone shouting at him about Zygerria. He turned to see Karys (@Apollyon) charging him. Not wanting to fight the feral man he launched a small force push at his legs. The fact the floor was slippery would make keeping his balance a very difficult task.

If he was successful in knocking Karys down with it he would reach past the group at the bar grabbing a bottle of wine. “Fuck this shit I’m going drinking and dancing downstairs. If you want to avoid this chaos you are welcome to join me.” He quickly uncorked the bottle and took a long swig before turning to make his way to the stairs away from the fighting.

@Xorism @Sreeya @LadyRen

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Uh oh.. feifi felt herself be grabbed.

"Ah, shit."

Feifi would be yeeted, given she was a small girl, being thrown by a large, high, ..sorta hot?.. zeltron looking fucker, thank goodness she had been studying sokken gymnastics, or else the poor girl would have been out for the count! Using the acrobatics of sokken, she would spin, hopefully landing on her feet, but little did she know, as soon as her feet landed, she began to slide, no, she was not looking down at what it was, though it could probably be assumed to be puke, scat, or worse.

"Mother krifffff-"

She slid, her plan utterly failing - weeeeee!

sliding into the the intended targets, stttttriiikeeeee

"oh.. hi..."

@yall, gas gas plays!

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar watched Cyu hold the smoke before releasing it, and he grinned as he took another puff. He was in a state of relaxed, cross-faded ecstasy that was only enhanced from that almost kiss. The noises and smells around them faded away, the marcan spiced cloud encompassing him serving as a barrier.

He watched Cyutadakyr hop up to sit on the bar, reaching over to grab some snacks. Azar turned to face her, his peripherals alerting him to any nonsense that could head their way. He was vaguely aware of his apprentice (@LadyRen ) using the Force to pull down Karys’ pants. He chuckled to himself, more impressed at the targeted Force application than the purpose, Well done, acolyte, He called out to her mind through the Force.

Azar took a snack from the bowl, glancing up at Cyutadakyr sitting up on the bar. She looked dignified and regal, and he briefly wondered what she would look like with him yanking her by the hair and tugging her head while she pleaded her desires. He calmly popped another snack into his mouth, his fiery gaze studying her with the faintest trace of a grin tugging at his lips. When she asked her question, he was surprised - because she asked at all. It spoke to a level of respect that couldn’t be named and one he appreciated.

“I can play,” He stepped closer, positioning himself to stand between her legs. Azar grabbed an ice cube from the rows of containers for drinks. He idly dragged that ice along the warm, bare skin of her leg and up along her thigh. He watched what he was doing briefly before his gaze flicked up to meet hers, “But my heart is claimed,” Azar gave her a smile. Not that it would matter - he doubted she could truly love a man like that. He gave her the same warning he had given Vossari.

@Xorism

 

[Anai Skhess]

It had been a long time since Anai had gone to a proper party.

Sure, she had gone to certain social gatherings, such as the duel on Mustafar, and she had hanged around, even if briefly, with other sith ladies on a resort planet. But she missed the real sith parties, back when she was younger, an acolyte or a fresh new champion, getting into fights, dancing with her friends and ending up dealing with all sort of trouble. Nowadays, however, she felt like she was a bit...alone.

Not as often did she feel the energy to go partying like she used to, age and lack of time sucking the fun out of her. Not only that, but who could she go out with? Most people she knew from her age, her one and only true friend group throughout the years were dead or missing, and those that she knew were still around...She couldn't quite go out with. No longer could she have a dance with the Tiefling boy that allowed the start of her true adaptation to the wider galaxy, and her best friend, the woman the Kaleesh champion was loyal to, the one she was proud of what she had become, had bigger things to deal with than entertaining little old Anai.

But she HAD been invited to this party, and, while she was arriving incredibly late as a result of her own indecision, she decided to come regardless. Wearing one of her favorite black dresses that she never got to wear, she finally arrived at the location of the party. Before getting in the party itself, Anai reluctantly received the "protection" that had been given to her. She had no intentions on using it tonight, always preferring to be the wingwoman than the girl in need on one, but those things could be used for a while...Right?

The Kaleesh grabbed a drink before joining the rest of the sith, a small smile on her face before finally getting to see the others. This smile, however, would quickly disappear as Anai squinted her eyes, finally becoming witness to the current state of the party: Her eyes first caught on to the unflattering image of a big pureblood(@Apollyon) angrily approaching another man before faceplanting into something foul, while the other two sith pureblood (@Sreeya and @Xorism ) were getting a little steamy in the middle of the party. Then her eyes darted to the rest of the party, with other sith brawling for reasons she didn't quite know. There was also blood, vomit and...Other secretions staining parts of the floor one way or the other.

With a thousand yard stare in her eyes, the Kaleesh absolutely demolished her drink in one single gulp, leaving the glass on the nearest bar counter before turning around and starting to make her way towards the exit.

Maybe she didn't miss parties that much.

 

[Karys]

Karys barely had taken a step forward when his pants slid around his ankles. It revealed his custom charcoal boxer briefs that were printed with the face of a loth-kitten on them. I’m his current state, he probably wouldn’t have noticed and would have just continue to chase Trael, stepping out of his pants and running him down. However, the other Sith launched a Force Push in his direction. Between the pants around his ankles and the Force Push, Karys went down hard.

He turned his face to avoid landing direct in the vile mixture of shit and puke but it still ruined his outfit. It was also enough to kick his obsessive compulsion to be clean into over drive. Panic filled his mind where rage and lust had been just moments before. Karys pushed himself off the floor and ripped his ruined shirt from his body. He dry heaved at the mixture that was in his hair, on his face, and across his body.

“Refresher?” He asked no one in particular as hot bile rushed up throat.

When someone pointed in a direction Karys would be off with his wallet and EZphone white knuckled in his hand. He’d scrub every inch of himself in whatever he could use as a shower, rinse his mouth three dozen times, and order himself a new outfit to be delivered to the club. He’d request delivery to his location in exchange for a bigger tip.

He’d eventually re-emerge from the refresher, wide eyed and horrified at what had just occurred.

 

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

Watching his brother come to his aid, Mjan got his feet and cheered onward like a maniacal huttball fan. "Trodai... Trodai...That's my brother!... Trodai... But in all honesty, Mjan was completely oblivious to the entire scene. Even as his Massassi were assaulted, to Mjan, it was as if watching an episode of the Imperial Wrestling Association.

It wasn't until he looked left upon the table at his side and noticed a bouquet of flowers just sitting there that Mjan's mind completely went. He picked it up and looked upon its beauty and wonder, finding the green and brown bile upon it simply magnificent as it added to its crimson colour scheme. And then Mjan heard the DJ's music playing in the background a somber melody, something one would belly rub to, and he began to dance.

With flowers in hand, Mjan would dance around his brother, Trodai, along with @Caerllion of Cyfnos and his partner, @Ayomi Jakarta, plucking flowers buds and sprinkling them in the air along with likely the remnants of puke and shit. He would dance outward, gracefully spinning and twirling, tossing his leg out as he did upon the tipped toes of the other as he would encounter @Azar Kressh and his companion @Cyutadakyr alongside his Apprentice @Freyja before turning outward amongst the others whom simply watched on.

He would sprinkle more as he danced around @Karys, encircling him twice before moving on to @Trael Osso whom he offered a flower before dancing away with utter glee. He wouldn't stop until the song came to an end just as he propped himself up on the defiled bar, flower in mouth and arms extended up and wide.