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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Nov 1, 2009 20:01:41 GMT -5
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Nov 2, 2009 11:30:25 GMT -5
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Seigmand Dezmar
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The greatest victory is one obtained by a battle that was never fought.
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Post by Seigmand Dezmar on Nov 8, 2009 23:15:55 GMT -5
The announcer’s voice rang through the stage once more, “Alright and moving right along we have our next couple. Please welcome Alexander Frexton…” Alex hearing his name bounded up from his seat, ready to own the competition with his…owningness. Though, he hadn’t recalled signing up as a couple. What a lovely surprise!” Hey, right here. Just give me a minute.” He moved down quickly to the announcer. “Heh, so which lovely lady am I paired up with?”
“Well, ah.. yes as I was saying. Please welcome Alexander Frexton and Seigmand Dezmar, who will be performing to a Venetian waltz.” Alexander’s mouth dropped at the second name. Did he really say what I thought he’d said? Sure enough he looked and saw Seigmand descending the stairs towards him, a distinctly conniving grin on his face. “Uh, Seig, what’s the deal man? This is some sort of joke isn’t it?”
“No joke Alex. We have to win for the group after all. And you can dance right?” Seigmand had already moved up to Alex, scooping the younger king’s hand in his. Alex nodded, too stunned by the truth to speak.
THIS WAS NOT THE SURPRISE HE WAS HOPING FOR.
Oh god, what do I do? I can’t dance with Seig. This is too weird. Wait a minute… is he coming on to me? Oh no, jeez! Is that why he was so buddy buddy with me for so long? Wait. Oh crap, what if Trucido sees me? I called him out for being gay and now here I am, dancing with Seig. I’m never going to live this down. The lights dimmed save for the area of the stage, leaving Alex looking around nervously at the crowd looking.
“Here we go Alex. I’m lead, got it?” Seigmand cinched his hand around Alex’s waist, leaving the Santo-Lucian king unable to argue. With that the music started, a soft melody of violins strumming to their purpose. They twisted around the stage, their steps lifting and falling to the rhythm of horns keeping the beat. “Having fun Alex? You don’t look as excited as when you got on the stage.” Seigmand spoke softly, his voice reaching only Alexander.
“What do you expect Seig? What makes you think I’d be cool with this?” He grumbled in response, his footfalls struggling to keep up, half trying to maintain lead as he’d been taught.
“Well jeez Alex, I think you said it best at the club. I just think girls are uncool after all.” His grin got only wider as Alex understood, his expression left as shocked as before.
“What? That’s what this is all about?” The music picked up in tempo as the two whirled across the stage, the tails of their tuxes fluttering with each pivot of the foot.
“Partially. Part just for fun, and partially because you need to learn something Alex. I’ve tried to warn you that your hunt for a woman was going to land you in trouble. It did in the club and it did here, twice. Bad enough with a random woman, even worse with the Heroes and their kind. So I’m going to make sure that every single hero here is sure you’re as light in the loafers as you look on the dance floor.” Alex had to resist shouting out ‘WHAT!?’ at Seigmand, his face bright red with a bundle of feelings. He couldn’t deny that Seigmand was right about getting in trouble, but he hated the idea of the man lecturing him. “I don’t need your help Seig, I can deal with this without you interfering.” His voice pitched with a whispered annoyance.
“Hmm, probably. Don’t worry though Alex, I’m sure you’ll look back on this and laugh some day. Oh, the song’s coming to a close. Big finish okay?” With that he held up Alex’s hand, leaving to twirl in place on one foot and at last finishing on the final note as Seigmand nudged him back into his waiting arm. With that he closed in quickly, kissing him on the lips for a second before pulling a stunned Alex back on his feet. He waved to the crowd before walking back to his seat, leaving everyone to look on at the surprise finish.
Ha, that was a lot more fun than I thought. Poor boy, I hope I didn’t scar him too much. Oh well, I doubt he’ll go chasing tail for a while after this.
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Post by scarth on Nov 8, 2009 23:18:42 GMT -5
Scarth was almost bouncing out of his seat in impatience as the last couple exited the stage. A anxious sweat ran down his face as he felt he could take no more of the droll displays of affection. It was then that the Other whispered so softly to him, Now Scarth, are you ready for your prize for being so patient? Head down to the dance floor and ready yourself. I’ve entered you so you may let off a little steam. Enjoy.
Before the announcer could even call him down Scarth had sprung from the chairs, leaping from empty seat to empty seat till he landed beside the surprised announcer, by now just wondering when the freak show was going to stop. “Umhmm, well as I was saying, for our next contestant we have Scarth Vandeel. Umm, excuse me Mr. Vandeel, we don’t have any details for your performance, I trust you have them prepared?”
“Hmm, what? Oh yeah just give me something to blitz too. Something exciting.” The announcer tried to argue the vagueness of the request when he pulled the man in close to him with a maddened look in his eye. “I said find me something to my request, now do it.” The man rushed off from the stage, muttering about how little he got paid to deal with this. As the room was filled with the awaiting silence of Scarth’s performance, he scanned the crowd in the front row. Strutting over he plucked a lovely flower of a woman from the crowd. “You babe, let’s shake it and I won’t take no for an answer.” He pulled the flustered woman out to the floor. At last the musical thump of a snare drum signified the song was starting. “Alright sweetie, shake those petals!” He laughed as The Sweet’s Ballroom Blitz filled the room.
Scarth moved about the floor as erratically, lost in his own random style as he paraded the woman about the floor. As he swung her around to his whims, he’d stop to break out on his own, sometimes breakdancing, sometimes moving in ways ‘dancing’ could only loosely cover. As they danced the lyrics swam in his head, coloring the stage as people moved around with him, each flailing about to the lyrics. As the song built within him, the dancers moved more violently, thrashing and moshing in everyway he thought a ballroom blitz should be.
What are you waiting for Scarth? Let’s blitz. The Other’s voice crept in his head, eager to unleash him unto the crowd. He too had restrained himself for too long, the lust for chaos resonating with Scarth. Nodding to himself Scarth slid over to his partner, now getting into the music as it hit the end of its second verse. Snatching her in his hand he pulled her around, whirling her so hard she floated through the air as he moved her round and round. Only those watching closely would see his cloths bulge as the Other slid around inside them, grabbing the girl and hurling her high into the air. As she ascended he broke out into a wild breakdance fit, twirling in a rampant frenzy as the Other’s tendrils swiped out, slashing across the floor before bisecting the judges near him in a single swoop. The final notes of the song became muted by the cries of terror as Scarth sprung up from his last move to await his applause. To him the cries of terror were like the music of a thousand merry cheers.
“Thank you you’re too kind. Truly that was enjoyable. But I can’t take all the credit, take a bow babe.” He moved his attention to his side to see the girl come screaming as she struck the ground. Scarth winced. “Pff, amateurs. Oh well I guess I’ll lose some style points. Let’s see what the judges say.” He swung around in an exaggerated pirouette to the remains of the judges, pausing in silence for only a moment before clapping to himself happily. “I’ve struck them breathless. Wonderful! Truly a dancer like me they’ve never seen before. I guess the prize is mine!” In a series of flips and rolls Scarth rushed the trophy, all the while the Other striking and flailing about at any that would interfere with his good times. Two powerful arms surged from his chest as Scarth kept towards the wall punching through it and skirting into the pitch black alleys that waited below.
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