Post by Solanna Chat on Aug 5, 2015 9:25:20 GMT
"Oh!" she exclaimed when Edelweiss explained who Zona was. "My apologies. Haven't seen that many people in this city with blue hair is all... oooh! Maybe you're related? Now that'd be funny to see Lely's face if that was true." giggled the dancer before she tilted her head in confusion at the little girl. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Haven't seen you before so..." asked Solanna before she snapped her fingers. "Oh! I get it. You think I'm my sister Sol." she chuckled. "She's not that good with people, which is kind of funny since she always comes back with our clothes completely covered in wine." she said with an apologetic smile on her face.
The French Feline gripped her head for a moment, her face grimacing as if in pain. "Ow ow ow ow ow! What was that for?!" she asked, shooting a look... into thin air. You're not supposed to talk about our situation. came the silent reply. "Well if you told me this stuff then maybe I wouldn't screw up! Hmph." the dancer retorted, pouting like a small child. I did. You were too busy enjoying yourself with Bartender. "Which bartender? There was the one- Oh! You mean that Bartender... well, he asked so sweetly, how could I say no?" Anna asked. When the Mime suddenly appeared and began to ran away from them, the Feline dancer purred before she surged after him. "Oooh! A mime! Haven't seen one of you since I left France! Bet I can make you speak." she said, her tone shifting from one of playfulness into something colder. She passed her bare feet through a thin line of water, that connected to the droplets of water scattered around the room.
The water droplets she had sprayed earlier suddenly shifted and began to fly towards the man as thin slivers of ice, some impaling themselves into the walls of the theatre, whilst a couple caught him and cut into his flesh, leaving him to bleed. The exotic dancer suddenly went into a sliding tackle, tripping the man up before tumbling forward with the skill of an acrobat. As she righted herself she stalked towards her prey, wagging a finger at him. "Ah ah ah. Now then Monsieur Mime," she said, her nails looking like claws in the pale dim light. "I believe you have answers for us."
The French Feline gripped her head for a moment, her face grimacing as if in pain. "Ow ow ow ow ow! What was that for?!" she asked, shooting a look... into thin air. You're not supposed to talk about our situation. came the silent reply. "Well if you told me this stuff then maybe I wouldn't screw up! Hmph." the dancer retorted, pouting like a small child. I did. You were too busy enjoying yourself with Bartender. "Which bartender? There was the one- Oh! You mean that Bartender... well, he asked so sweetly, how could I say no?" Anna asked. When the Mime suddenly appeared and began to ran away from them, the Feline dancer purred before she surged after him. "Oooh! A mime! Haven't seen one of you since I left France! Bet I can make you speak." she said, her tone shifting from one of playfulness into something colder. She passed her bare feet through a thin line of water, that connected to the droplets of water scattered around the room.
The water droplets she had sprayed earlier suddenly shifted and began to fly towards the man as thin slivers of ice, some impaling themselves into the walls of the theatre, whilst a couple caught him and cut into his flesh, leaving him to bleed. The exotic dancer suddenly went into a sliding tackle, tripping the man up before tumbling forward with the skill of an acrobat. As she righted herself she stalked towards her prey, wagging a finger at him. "Ah ah ah. Now then Monsieur Mime," she said, her nails looking like claws in the pale dim light. "I believe you have answers for us."