[OPEN! : Ukitake's 'Surprise' Birthday Party BACKDATED 12/21] Snotty Pureblood edition

[lestrangestone]

Who: Bellatrix Lestrange lestrangestone , Draco Malfoy in_leatherpants , Dawn Summers girl_unlocking , Lust sonvisage , Bleach peeps (?) and ANYONE!
When: The evening of 12/21. Solstice baby, go!
Where: The Teashop!
Format: Actionspammy?
What: Party log! For this party! The snooty evil and almost evil peeps are there, as are some people of indiscriminate alignment and also derp.
Warnings: ATTITUDE?

Comments

[Lust is chilling in this area.]

[sonvisage]

[Sipping tea, likely by Lupin's side, should he be present, watching people speak and mingle, ever so often stealing glances at the music player. It seems to be close to the one at the HQ party a few months ago, when she'd had the pleasure of waltzing with both Father Anderson and Alphonse. And had earned herself a new name. All in all, pleasant memories. Especially the ones where Riza was glaring. She smiles in remembrance and shifts her position to better show off the see through quality of her dress. She cannot get enough wear out of it, seriously.]

/throws a random claymore at her!

[twoswordjuniper]

[This woman. Deneve remembers her from that fight some time ago with what she had been told was a vampire. She remembers the woman's odd powers, too, though now, as then, she can't sense a yoki signature from her. This... intrigues her.

But she never caught the woman's name so she doesn't know how to address her. So, in lieu of a direct approach, she fixes silver eyes on the dark haired woman and nods when she catches her attention.]

/catches without spiky!fingers!

[sonvisage]

[She's alone, as Remus has gone off to talk to ...a friend? A former colleague? He'd seemed deliberately vague, but not cryptic, and she hadn't pressed. Another sip of tea and she turns, noting the gaze of the woman she recognizes from - yes, another one of Belmont's fights. (Belmont and the other one, with the brilliantly colored hair?) Another of the tall (and very strong and very fast) colorbled women bearing swords. This was the one that had two swords.

She returns the nod. Offers a cool smile and inclines her head just a little.]

Yes?

Deneve is grateful! Lust's fingers freak her out >.>

[twoswordjuniper]

[The acknowledgment was all she wanted. She might be a warrior, but she does have some manners. Cool and calm as anything, she closes the distance between herself and Lust.]

I believe we've met informally. In battle.

[She makes no attempt to hide her glance toward the other woman's hands, though it is not so pointed as to be rude.]

I am Deneve.

Which is all the more reason to shake hands y/y?

[sonvisage]

[Sets down the teacup and splays her fingers along its edge. Following her gaze until her smile changes into something less cool and practiced]

Yes. The ...vampire. [Tap tap tap on the cup.]

Iolanthe. Or Miss Silk, if you wish. [Or Lust if you don't wish.]

[And she'll offer that hand, very slowly. Let it hover there in the air just to be sure that's where the gaze was directed. It shouldn't surprise her, but it does.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Deneve.

Yes. Deneve enjoys tempting death.

[twoswordjuniper]

Yes.

[Without hesitation or the remotest hint of fear, she takes the offered hand and clasps it. Firm, but not too strong. She had learned something of this handshake greeting people seem to use.

She also inclines her head, a greeting more in line with her own people.]

Iolanthe.

[A pause. She assesses Lust up close. She doesn't look like a warrior, but Deneve has already seen proof otherwise.]

Do you often find yourself in battles like that one?

Death is on an extended tea!break

[sonvisage]

[Matches that incline of her head with one of her own (she is familiar with this greeting as well) and unsure which she prefers. Her hand is released and moves back toward the cup.

Twice, so far. [At home? Why, absolutely. Though until recently it wasn't truly of her own volition. A truth she was displeased to realize.] Both were unplanned. You, however, look as if it is very much planned.

[gesturing among the partygoers]

No battles here, I hope?

That's comforting!

[twoswordjuniper]

[She nods slightly.]

I was hunting it. I'd never fought a 'vampire' before. It was... interesting.

[She scans the crowd skeptically. She would be able to sense him if he were here. She closes her eyes, face deceptively serene.]

Doubtful. But one can never be absolutely sure.

No death. Just cake!

[sonvisage]

I hadn't either. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.

[She didn't like feeling like she owed Trevor somehow. Then again, she may have felt left out if he hadn't wanted her assistance. OH EMOTIONS WHAT ARE YOU.]

True. But I'd hate for such pleasantries to be interrupted. [She gestures toward the table.] Do you wish to sit, or are your kind ...always on guard?

Tea and cake with the vicar?

[twoswordjuniper]

It is possible to sit and remain on guard.

[Seriously. Considering where she lives, within easy walking distance of all three Abyssals, she doesn't even let her guard down during the short periods when she sleeps. But she does take the indicated seat and looks calm enough.]

Your fighting style is interesting, too.

[She opens her eyes and locks them on Iolanthe, a curious penetrating silver gaze. Nothing accusatory, nothing demanding in it, just a simple statement to test the waters. This woman is still an unknown quantity Deneve is in the process of measuring.]

Re: Tea and cake with the vicar?

[sonvisage]

This is true.

[She's so unused to having to be on guard anymore at all. What is this, even? Mostly, though, she doesn't mind. Should this bother her? She doesn't know. But ...she's suspecting it doesn't.]

Ah.

[She raises a gloved fingertip, her eyes still locked with the Claymore's. She's more amused than anything (although she takes note of the intensity and beauty of the woman's eyes), and very slowly lengthens the tip of a finger by a fraction, and another. Inclines her head a little.]

You mean this?

[twoswordjuniper]

[To her credit, Deneve doesn't flinch at all and doesn't even break her gaze from Iolanthe's eyes as the other woman's finger grows. She is not afraid but she is wary, though she doesn't show it at all.]

Yes, that.

[And though she tries, she still can't sense any yoki from the other woman. By now she is no stranger to the idea that people from other worlds harness power in different ways but the fact that she can't gauge the flow of power from Lust bothers her.]

Is that something you could always do?

[sonvisage]

Yes.

[But she pauses a moment after. The woman in whose image she was made, the mistake she was borne of could not do this. Was there anything left of that person within her at all? Had there ever been? If she was to listen to some people, no. Others said yes. There are days she agrees with both. Her careful facade falls a bit - no longer resembling a courtier's mask.]

That's not entirely true, I don't think.

It's complicated. And I'm sure you have more pressing things than my contemplation of the state of [frown] whatever I am.

[twoswordjuniper]

[All right, a little touchy. She notes the minute changes in Lust's face, watches the facade slip a little. Interesting.]

[She makes a small affirmative noise and drops her gaze down into the teacup in front of her before letting her eyelids fall closed again. Part of the dance, part of the calculations. Slight redirection of the topic is go.]

I know someone else who can do something very similar to that. But she only picked up the talent recently.

[sonvisage]

[Operation redirect is a success.]

Really? Recently?

[Heeeeeeeadtilt.]

Is she human?

[twoswordjuniper]

[She nods minutely and produces a soft affirmative noise.]

She was born a human.

[That is an interesting question to come right out of the gate with, Lust. One more piece in the puzzle of you she is mentally assembling. Hopefully attempts to draw Lust out more will be as successful and the conversational redirect.]

Hopefully when she dies, she will still be human.