SMASHQUERADE

[headmasterhand]

Who: Halloweenies (that's you).
What: A fabulous masquerade ball.
When: Monday, October 31st (that's Halloween). The deep, dark hours of the night (that's like eight PM onward).
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ON HALLOWEEN

Comments

[icequeen_aran]

Samus associated royalty with arrogance and she didn't know what to make of his bow. It seemed she had guessed correctly either way and he was putting himself in a prone position, so she made no inclination of moving. No moving, no change in her facial expression or sound of surprise in her voice.

"That explains a lot." She was a little surprised. The pirate's identity was one mystery solved, but that still didn't explain why their eyes crossed at all to begin with, why they had actually managed to share a few steps in a dance and why they hadn't killed each other yet as a result of that.

And then strangely enough, the woman under the mask smirked. Playing with Samus Aran was almost guaranteed trouble. For all the unanswered questions mulling through her mind, she somehow, miraculously, managed to push them aside and accept what it was. Fun? Not quite, but...

It wasn't enough to earn him a favor, but a reward (however tiny and vague it was), she felt, was warranted. Call it a bounty hunter's strange sense of honour.

"I warned you to say out of trouble."

[voice_of_animus]

He rose to full stature, set his hat back upon his head, tucked his mask along the edge and as he eyed her, his gaze switched from one blue eye to the other and back again. He made no effort to nod or to protest, which could have been interpreted as him agreeing with her. After all, there was nothing to disagree with. She was right. And in hindsight, she might have been considering how obvious it was with his adamant nature against speech of the colloquial form.

Her next words caused his eyebrows to lift. Ah. Yes. He knew who she was now. She had been the only one to tell him that, too. As though she didn't trust him. But she didn't even know him, which was an excellent reason to think him more than a little suspicious. If only she knew. He had no way to tell her unless he wrote it out or had Angelus do so for him. The latter suffered a missing variable, however. There was no Angelus.

His hand extended again and very carefully, he flicked at the edge of her mask, the slightest bit amused by her words, by her reminder. Then he motioned back to himself confidently. (Perhaps a part of him was arrogant. No. A lot of him was. And he probably would have boasted about that as well.)

Me? I've been perfectly behaved. Unlike you, Lady Aran.

[icequeen_aran]

Interpreting his gesture took a moment. There was no doubt that due to her upbringing her social skills were lacking; instead etched and formed from her own individual--very often solitary--experiences. Samus spent a large portion of her life alone with only her helmet's reflection to keep her company. Said helmet left her with appreciation for non-verbal communication. She didn't have to worry about what kind of face she was (or wasn't) making or who was trying to read it, nor did she even have to speak; she could be as rigid as the cold, unfeeling metal she was often mistaken for.

A very effective mask, which Caim had deliberately not removed.

In a way she was almost disappointed, but didn't show it, or even flinch. If anything she might of flashed him a fleeting smirk. She would walk away from this game; stepping slowly backwards to turn on her heel and fade into the crowd, no favors to give for him. But, this was probably the closest equivalent to a fun evening with a stranger that she could get, and wondered if he thought the same.

They could dance again another day.