Post by Wepon on Sept 22, 2012 19:00:46 GMT -5
PlotBot. The manor stood tall and lit in ritzy grandeur on 2600 Cowan Blvd. Irrefutably, it was the largest structure in the small city. Even the stretching network of the Shady Caverns paled in comparison to it, especially when coupled with the mess of people milling about it's interest. Members of the The City of Angels Recovery Committee held themselves proud, their lanyards broadly signaling their affiliation to the event's hosts. For a charity event, it was being thrown in such an explosive manner. On the inside, the event room in the house had been fully decked out in intricate decor. With a punch bowl, a band on the stage, and a mess of buffet tables and people already poring along the tiled floors, the area was all but uninviting. A voice sounded off over the speakers, belonging to one of the volunteers of the event. Reading off of small index cards, the young anthro sounded clammy as she spoke. "Welcome to the CoA Charity Ball, everyone." She fumbled, sifting through cards. "Ran by the The City of Angels Recovery Committee to supply the City of Angels Recovery Fund to earn money for recent refugees, we all hope that tonight is both a night to remember and one to be proud of!"
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WheatIey stared up at the stage, looking down at the small cat anthro beside him. Turquoise looked excited to be here, her tail swishing cheerily as her paw was clasped around the fingers of a small, white-haired child. The trio bore pins denoting them as refugees, pinned on their less-than-elegant clothing. The tallest wore what looked to be one of his father's old suits, while Turqy donned a simple, plain orange dress, which popped brightly against her blue fur. Katie didn't look pleased, refusing to wear anything other than her hoodie as the dreaded cat woman kept a vice grip on her hand. Every so often did she tug on the other's paw, wishing to run off with her son or go find something to eat. "Isn't this exciting?" Turqy bubbled, looking up to her friend. "I mean, we can't really participate in the charity stuff, I mean," Her head fell, tail stilling as she forced a grin onto her features. "This'll be fun, alrighty Wheats?" She tugged on his arm, looking around the room for anyone they knew. Acute brown eyes caught the figure of a brightly colored ogrin anthro among the crowd.
Vincenza Staccato had a tendency to be fashionably late. Even if she had no such intentions for it, it happened. No matter how early she planned, she was always that one thing: Late. Storm blue eyes were surprisingly calm as the owner had finally made it to her destination. She stood at the doors, her normally pure blue eyes her natural shade of blue. She swore she could hear mother dearest comment and praise Vincenza for such eyes, murmuring sweet words to her. "Blue as they sky, deep as the ocean." she'd say, engulfing her child in a hug. She looked down at the ground, suddenly missing said mother. She shook her head, and stormed in, surprised by how many people were already there. Her hair had been tied up into a bun, only to have few strains of her blonde locks hang by the side of her head, curly as ever. She was garbed in a mixture of pure blue and light blue dress, the colors going wonderfully together. Her wings had been preened expertly, not a single stray feather laid across her head. She ducked her head slightly, suddenly feeling very sheepish and self concious. She darted away from the massive crowd, finding herself standing in the back. Gilbert Staccato had already showed much earlier than his sister, the tall stallion among the massive crowd of people. He clapped as the female finished off, silently wondering where his baby sister was. We 'ave a duet together, he thought, frowning as another thought crashed in his head. She better not 'ave skipped out on me... The stallion himself was garbed in a simple suit, black as his fur, and his cuff's a cherry red, cuff links with the initals 'GC.S' laid there. His undershirt was a light red, buttoned up with even more black as coal buttons, and his tie was a surprising blood red, gold and silver stripes wrapping around the acessory. He tried his best to tame his unmangable mane, but alas, it refused to stay down, and now laid across his head in a slight mess. Light green eyes peered around, in hopes of spotting anyone. He didn't even catch the small glimpse of a bright orange dress.
Audrey Nitram had gotten slightly dressed up for the evening. He had chosen to wear a simple white button-up shirt and a black suit. His dirty blond, almost brown hair was slicked out of his face with gel. The young man adjusted the collar of his shirt and stared up at the stage intently. After a moment of fumbling with his shirt, he dropped his hands and shoved them into his pockets. Audrey had forced himself to come to the event in an attempt to be more social, since he'd been acting like a bit of a hermit lately. So far, he wasn't regretting his decision, but being around people made him somewhat nervous.
CheIl was rather out of the loop, dissappearing from The City of Angels, long before anything happened; her arrival in the town merely coincidental. The buggy's engines rumbled the vehicle around her, as she zoomed into the town. She jerked the wheel, pressing her foot on the brake; bring the car to a halt in front of the largest building. Great parking job, Chell. Well, what would you expect from someone who was 'raised' by a dominating Artificial Intelligence. She wore what she usually did; that orange jumpsuit. The portal gun was taken from the seat next to her, and gripped tightly, as she headed in/over to the crowd, eyes taking in the people and anthros, and whatever else there was.
whitewing1. The fox, who was currently in the form of a pretty girl in order to keep an eye on Vincenza without attracting too much attention, walked into the ball. Of course, it wasn't like she couldn't make herself invisible to those without Guardians- but White just didn't feel like answering "Why is there a fox in here?" tonight. Slipping through the crowd almost effortlessly, many thanks to the silk, ivory dress that adorned her hour-glass frame. Placing herself nearby the woman of whom she had taken a liking to, the Spirit's vibrant, jade eyes scanned around, catching sight of her 'master' giving a hug to someone. It seemed Vinny was doing fine on her own, so the girl ambled off, hoping that her master knew that if she was needed, all that was necissary to call her was a whistle.
Wheatley looked around, a frown tugging at his lips. This always happened. No one was ever here and ended up alone. Again. Looking down at Turqy, he contemplating pulling away to go look for anyone. Maybe GLaDOS.. he shook his head. No. She wasn't here, not now. She was probably back with Chell or Bonnie. Sighing, he felt guilty when he felt relief wash over him when Turqy caught the face of Gilbert. Leaving him alone, he watched as Turqy approached Gilbert with Katie in tow, muttering an embarassed "Hello." while the turret-child observed the anthro curiously. Wheatley shook himself, pacing off into the crowd absentmindedly before he caught the sight of a familiar wolf anthro. "Oi'!" Accented voice called out, a hand raising to wave frantically as he fast-walked over to his friend. He paused short, the figure of a rainbow-colored anthro hovering over her shoulder. "Y'came with Margish?" Nose scrunched up in confusion. He'd never gotten along with the Ogrin, much less had expected to be at a event such as this with her.
Vincenza Staccato had became quite enchanted with the punch bowl, ears ducked atop her skull as she took a drink for herself, taking a small sip. I wonder where horse man is, she thought, smiling. Probably went off to find his little pussy cat. Vinyl mentally chuckled at the thought, taking another sip, intill she heard a voice come in her direction. She smiled wide as she saw the ever familar mobile unit before her, only to cock her head at his question. "Came with Margish? Wheatley, I'm al-" the female had turned by then, only to see the female at hand right behind her. Vinyl screeched slightly, jerking her head back, wings fanned out in surprise. Alas, the poor female hadn't even swallowed her drink completly, and began to cough and hack as she tried to rid of the sweet juice from her lungs, not even saying a hello to either of her friends. As Vinyl precided to cough up a lung, Gilbert was doing. A lot better now that his colored blue female feline was coming his way. Light greens suddenly filled with life, smiling wide. "Turquoise!" he started, musing over her dress. "Ya look great, luv." he smiled softly, only to switch his attention to the little girl aside her. He smiled, and nodded to the child as he spoke. "'Ello, luv. Name's Gilbert, great to meet ya." He glanced back at his feline, arching a curious brow. "Ya alright, sweet'eart?"
catco Looked up at the big building from the outside, with his usual tooth grin, that looked quite menacing, at first at least. He wore nothing but a red bowtie, and his earrings. Thought it took a bit of convincing to let him in since the people of this new town weren't that accustomed to a naked cat, but they eventual let him though, succumbing to his whining. He looked down at the ball, searching for his new friends from this strange strange place, which really got him thinking about his old friends, Flenix, Ryhorn, and yes even P.K. His smile faltered a bit as he thought, but he quickly perked up, they were all doing their thing, work, or being dead. He hopped off to the stage because if there was anything Catco couldn't resist was dancing!
whitewing1. Hearing coughing, White turned around to spot Vinyl 'enjoying' a coughing fit, and fear siezed her. It was unusual, feeling such a strong bond between another, but what was the job of a Guardian otherwise? Hurrying over, the spirit placed a hand on her mistress' shoulder. "is everything alright? I should've predicted that. I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry! From now on, I'll keep an eye out. I'm not cut out for this, why was I sent here.." She jabbered on, mostly to herself now, about how she should actually be in Asgard, dining with the Gods as per usual.
CheIl's ears caught the call out by the familiar voice, causing her head to glance around. Probably imagined it sounding familiar, she thought to herself, moving over to the buffet table, just to look. She didn't actually trust that this food was real, what if it was a lie? Poisoned? What if GLaDoS tried to make it a point to kill off the test subject she had..freed. Chell put her attention to one particular dish, nudging the pot with the portal gun, until it was at the edge of the table. One simple nudge more; it would fall, if it was real. Which, she doubted.
Wheatley. Turquoise blushed, looking down at her paws sheepishly while she nodded. "Thanks, Gilly, you look great too." She smiled, forcing herself back to eye level. She wasn't used to this. Last time she'd been called that... Her tail stopped, twitching in midair before she shook herself mentally. No no no. This was going to be a great night. A new city, a new life. No Flint. Not again. If she ever got her hands on that purebred furball.. "You're a pony." Katie's voice cut off her rage. The short child stared up at Gilbert, red eyes displaying nothing but what looked like boredom. "My sister Bonnie likes ponies." She looked away from him, growing tired of the ceaseless adult talk, and the ball, and.. Gaze latched on the figure of her 'father' (She'd never call him that. Only her momma got the honor of being parental figure.), and that of that tall wolf anthro he always hung out around. Margish had taken up trying to administrate the Heimlich maneuver on her friend, arms around her waist as she attempted to get the offending liquid out of her throat. "'Ey, girl, don't sit there, go get some help!" Katie could hear her command from over here as she looked at some woman who was currently doing a good job of freaking out. The child rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and leaving the group. She didn't need them, she didn't need anyone! Walking proudly, her head was held high before she smacked facefirst into someone. Thrown to the floor, she rubbed her head and looked up. "Hey!"
Audrey Nitram decided to find the punch bowl, hoping that there would also be lots of food to accompany it, because one thing he loves is food. But who doesn't love food? Pushing his way through the crowd, he noticed a cat.. which was wearing nothing but a bowtie! He cleared his throat and looked away, awkwardly scratching at his left temple for a moment. When he was about to reach the punch, some girl walked straight into him. "Hey, watch where you're going!" He grumbled, but then realized that he could have been a lot nicer about it. Offering her a hand to help her up, he mumbled, "Sorry."
Wheatley. "Why don't YOU watch where you're going, mister?!" The little girl leaped to her feet, hands clenched into dangerous little fists as she looked up at the male. Her face was red with uncontrolled, premature anger, legs apart and posture that of a child with the intent to beat the snot out of another for lunch money. Katie stared up at him rudely, the brat's face contorted into an expression that communicated haughtiness.
Audrey Nitram's eyes widened as the little girl jumped up. "U-uh.. I... I'm sorry?" Taking a small step back, he blinked, taken aback by her sudden anger. Sure, they bumped into eachother, but she seemed to be overreacting. Plus, he had no idea how to deal with angry kids, let alone angry adults. "You're the one who bumped into me anyway!"
Vincenza Staccato. As the female herself looked sheepish as ever, it was now the stallion's turn to do the same. He felt a blush tingle his cheeks, and he absentmindely began to toy with his cufflinks, meeting her eye level slowly. "Ya look better than me, that's for sure." He smiled sheepishly, only to look at the little girl in confusion, blinking. He had to hold himself back from saying he was technically a horse, but stopped himself, and smiled sincerly. "I guess ya could say that..." he said, only to have a look of surprise come across his face as the child strutted away, watching her leave, his brows knitted together slightly. Back at Vincenza, she had easily recovered from her coughing fit, instantly calming down. But alas, as this happened, her rainbowed companion had just gotten to her waist, eyes wide as she felt her gut being assaulated by the other. Vinyl's hands instantly darted to the female's fingers, trying to pry them off her waist as she weazed out her words. Vincenza Staccato: "I...I'm... Fiiine." she choked out, not noticing the other female yet, who was freaking out.
whitewing1. White nodded to Vinyl before turning around. She felt alone, knowing nobody but her mistress. "That's good to hear, my Lady. Sorry for interrupting," she smiled before turning around, to retreat to a corner, playing with the sash of her silken dress.
Audrey Nitram glanced away from the little girl and noticed a pretty girl in an ivory dress. Maybe if this rude child doesn't give him any problems, he'll go over to her and introduce himself. Plus, she looked like she was all alone. He knew how awkward it was to be alone in a big crowd. Reverting his attention back to the little girl for a moment, he says, "Look, I apologize, but I've got to go." Audrey turns away and makes his way over to the girl in the silk dress. "Hi there, I'm Audrey." he says, flashing a polite smile.
whitewing1. She glanced up at a human? Wait, yes. She's not in Asgard, and not everybody's an anthro here. A smile graced her lips. "Hello, Master Audrey. I'm Whitney, although you may call me White." Introducing herself, she stops playing with her sash and bows. Really, White? You're not in the older times anymore- get into the modern day!
"Sorry doesn't fix it!" Her tone was nasally and bratty, hands on her hips and nose upturned. The sassy little child turned on her heel, back to the man as she crossed her arms. "I'm going to tell my mother on you!" Katie flopped down on the floor pathetically, almost as if she was trying to shake off some unseen thing plaguing her. She gave no words as he left. "Yeah, run away!" She screamed after him, pacing off to look for something else to do, before she stopped short at one of the buffet tables. The girl there.. who was messing with the plates. She looked.. familiar! "Hey!" She called out, expecting an answer. Ways away, Turquoise shared in her high pitched words, though they were nothing like hers in context. "Oh no, I don't think so." She fiddled with the hem of her dress. "Mr. Merchant got this for me at the tailoring place he works at.." Her claw caught on some unshorn thread that stuck out of her dress awkwardly. "It's a work in progress. He managed to tailor the suit for Wheatley, too! Though it was one of his old ones," The Cheshire cat bit her lip, tail flicking in idle contemplation as she looked over to her friend in question. ...What was going ON over there? Margish currently had her arms wrapped around Vinyl's hips, refusing to let go as she spoke to her without fault. "Good!" She read on her lips. Wheatley looked to be swaying on his feet unsteadily, as if startled.
Dr.Spencer Reid.Fashionably late, not so much. Just a bit of trouble to find someone to care for his daughter but that was resolved rather quickly. Even though said babysitter was fond of calling him names. "Are you sure it's safe to leave him alone with my daughter?" The young genius asked the feline hesitantly before straightening his bow tie and walking into the manor with his companion's arm linked with his. After his hectic ordeal one could see that the young guy was still recovering from his illness, but otherwise he was fine. But, now a bit embarrased(sp?) that he arrived so late. Octavia rolled her eyes at his question and gave a small chuckle. "She's fine, my boyfriend won't do anything to her, he's responsible." For the most part.. She was somewhat confident that Kaboogle wouldn't do anything to bring harm to the little girl. Then again, he didn't really know how to handle children, did he? Deciding to simply hope that all goes fine, she straightened her backless lavender dress and followed Reid into the manor.
CheIl''s attention was drawn to the controntation over who bumped who, tilting her head a little before aiming the guninconspiculaously, at the ceiling, launched the blue portal above the area the two were in; the orange portal placed on the floor, where the plate she had nudged would fall. With another glance around, she noticed the angered girl moving toward the tables, she hurredly pressed the reset button, causing the portals to disappear. Saved someone from getting plated, Katie did. Chell eyed the girl that was calling her out, tilting her head again, staring back at Katie; but remaining silent.
Vincenza Staccato had found herself slightly dazed as the female had finally stop her assualts, eyes blinking rapidly, trying to remember everything in her life up to this point. She gave a slow nod when the female responded to her, hands still wrapped around the others, not realizing the stance they were in. She looked up at the currently swaying robot, knitting her brows together, and spoke, still unaware that she was being clung to like a stuffed animal. "Wheatley?" she started, concern in her eyes. "Are you alright?" Back at Gilbert, he smiled at the normally bubbly female, who looked sheepish as ever. He shrugged at her words, smiling. "Still. Yer lookin' as sharp as a tac tonight. Mr. Merchant did a great job, even if you came in anythin' else, you'd still look just as great." Gilbert couldn't help but blush at his own words, and turn his head, following the female's gaze. What WAS going on?
Audrey Nitram. Glancing behind him to watch the bratty child stomp away, Audrey grunted and then returned his attention to 'White'. Master Audrey? He reached out a hand for her to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, White." His smile widened and he attempted the most charming smirk he could muster. "That's a lovely dress you're wearing."
whitewing1. Her entire mood picked up after the compliment, as she shook his hand, which she had learned from watching everybody else. "Oh, thank you so much! The silk was imported directly from the Southern Chinese silkworm farms, and woven in Norway. Oh, and that's an awful nice suit you're wearing. It really compliments your eyes," White grinned.
Audrey Nitram continued to grin, even as he had no idea what she was talking about. He knew nothing about fabric. But when she heard the compliment, his cheeks turned a bright rosy red. He took extra care to be gentle when shaking her hand. "Thank you," he replied and wiped his slightly sweaty hands on his pants.
whitewing1. She noticed his hand was slightly wet, and his face had gotten pink. Of course, being naturally from older times, she did not know this was that he was flattered. "Have you come down with something? Are you alright?" White was worried for the boy, despite his continuous smile.
Audrey Nitram bit down into his lip and nodded, embarrassed that she had noticed his blushing and sweaty palms. "Yes, yes, I'm perfectly fine." Audrey fidgeted. Oh god, this socializing thing is horrible.. Although it'd probably be more appealing if he didn't get nervous so easily. "Soo... Would you, er, like for me to get you some punch?"
Dr.Spencer Reid.sighed and weaved through the crowd with the feline at his heels. Where he was going he honestly had no clue, but he just wanted to go somewhere. Why he had even agreed to go was a mystery in itself but he couldnt really change that, now could he? She rolled her eyes and took charge in leading him, a bit of blue fur catching her curiosity. 'That has to be turqs, I haven't seen her in a while..' Once she and Reid were behind of Turqy she let go of the man and wrapped her arms around the unsuspecting feline. "HEY TURQY~"
whitewing1. She tilted her head and blinked. "Punch? Is that what it's called? Oh, I would enjoy that immensly, if you don't mind. What a gentleman," she giggled. "Much like is Asgard. Of course, unless Master Thor is there. Then everybody's fawning over him, instead of me-" White stopped herself before continuing any further. Hopefully she was just muttering to herself; she really didn't want to have to explain her past.
Wheatley. Katie looked up at the woman in amazement. She teetered on the balls of her feet, trying to look behind her back. "Hell-o~?" She pronounced carefully, her voice sounding one and the same with the turrets back at Aperture. After all, she'd been one before, hadn't she? "Miss, you remind me of my sister!" Nose scrunched up. "Like, a lot of my sister." It felt weird calling Chell that. But, she technically was, right? If she was made by GLaDOS... then it made sense! That's right! "Who are you?" Before Gilbert, Turqy's form flickered shyly, the opacity of her entire self lowering and going invisible every few seconds. A bad habit, one could decide. Being a Cheshire, she was able to disappear out of thin air. "Th-thanks.." She muttered. Unfortunately, this also seemed to correspond to her emotions. The shriek that peeled from her throat sent her entire form flying back into full visibility, colors bright and popping against the backdrop of the ball. "Eep!" The feline looked behind her, unexpectedly meeting the face of another. "O-Octavia!" Fur standing on end, she quickly reached out to grab her tail, attempting in vain to smooth it down. "Don't scare me like that!" Her head motioned to Gilbert, body trembling as she tried to get over the initial shock of getting petrified. Dear god, don't let me get embarassed in front of him.. Her mind pleaded. Vinyl's question didn't seem to reach Wheatley fully, but he simply shook his head. "No no no no, just uh, I was nervous! Didn't want you gettin' 'urt!" He proclaimed. He wasn't lying, forgetting to breath and onset of overheating affecting his simulated lungs. He stared towards Margish, who hadn't moved, on tiptoe to rest her head beside Vinyl's neck. "He's totally lyin', Vincenz, probably likes your dress s'much as I do!" She watched in amusement as he stammered in rebuttal.
Audrey Nitram blinked, confused. He didn't have any idea about what she was talking about again, so he just nodded. "Uh.. yeah. I'll go get it for you." Backing away, he turned around and went to the punch. As he was pouring some into a cup, some of it spilled on his pants. Mumbling an obscenity under his breath, he huffed and tried to wipe it up with a napkin.
CheIl stared at the girl, that voice causing her to think back in Aperture, as though she was going to start shooting at her. The girl's words were lost, but not heard, as the portal gun was raised, placing the blue portal on the floor under Katie, the orange portal placed on a nearby wall; before she booked it from that spot, running through the crowd, pushing and shoving people from her path.
whitewing1. She felt bad, she truly did. Nobody was going to understand her past, not even her Mistress. Why did I have to bring Asgard up? It's obvious that I'm never going back. I should get used to where I am now. Make friends.
Vincenza Staccato. Gilbert frowned as the feline became more shy, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. Stupid horse, remember: She's not interested in ya like that. Just friends. He thought this with a small frown. Just friends. He didn't want that really, didn't he? He was rudely shoved out of his thoughts though when the feline screeched, sending him instinctively jerking forward, hands instantly clasping at the feline's waist, eyes wide and full of momentary confusion. He blinked and looked down, meeting her insulter. She looked... VERY familar. He tilted his head, ears flickering, brows knitted together. Quickly, realizing where his hands have been, (and having deja vu course through him at a sickly speed) he pulled away, looking at Turquoise in an apologetic, and shy, manner. "I-I-I-I'm s-so sorry, force of 'abit, Turqy..." he drifted off, staring at the ground, feeling his heart pound painfully in his head. Just friends. Vinyl was currently eyeing the man strangely, and nodded, beliving him. Vinyl felt a deep blush bubble under her white fur as Margish spilled her own compliment, realizing the female was resting against her, and her wings twitched slightly. "I-I-I-I..." If Wheatley was stammering like a broken record, than Vincenza wasn't doing a banged up good job either. She ducked her head, giving Margish's a hand a slight pat, nodding. "Thank you." she breathed, glancing at her for only for a second. "You look really beautiful too." Vinyl mentally slammed her skull against a wall, for 'beautiful' was not the word she was looking for. She meant to say great, but her mouth refused to say such a word. She ducked her head, blushing more, and her wings extended slightly, light blue eyes staring into the floor.
Audrey Nitram. With a frustrated grumble, Audrey grabbed the two now-full cups of punch and made his way back to where the girl was. When he start to approach her, he noticed that she looked somewhat troubled. Handing her a cup, he gave her a concerned look. "Are you okay?"
whitewing1. Blinking at Audrey, she tilted her head before nodding. A smile spread across her face. "Yes, I'm fine. Just... Remembering something. But everything's all right. Are you okay? You seem rather upset yourself. Did something happen with the punch?"
Audrey Nitram huffed and looked down at his now wet pants. He pinched a part of the fabric near the wet spot and tugged at it. "Well, when I was pouring the punch, some of it spilled on me. I tried to wipe it up, but my pants are still wet," he paused, glancing up at her and realizing that he must seem like such a klutz. "I'm probably gonna have to take them to the dry cleaner's as soon as I leave."
whitewing1. The girl couldn't help but to giggle. "If there's any salt around, you could rub it around the patch. It'll dry it up in no time, and save you the money," she offered. It was entertaining, speaking with someone who was actually human and had feelings and emotions and wasn't a God.
Dr.Spencer Reid.Octavia grinned sheepishly and crossed her arms over her chest. "Sorry about that, I haven't seen you since we relocated. Good to see youre doing well." Her tail twitched slightly before resting upon her feet as she pushed a few stray locks of her away from her face. "So how have you been? Y'know with all of this mess witht he relocating and whatnot?" Whilst Octavia had her fun with conversing with Turquoise, Reid himself made drifted off into the crowd, trying his hardest to not bump into anyone while he was moving. Mainly to not aggravate his still healing wounds. That, and not to accidently get anyone mad. Wit his arms wrapped around his torso he made his way to the tableof snacks. He really needed something to drink, and a snack wouldn't hurt either.
Audrey Nitram chuckled with her. Normally, he'd be embarrassed, but he just decided to try to laugh at himself tonight. The male blinked at her suggestion. He hadn't thought of that. "Oh. Huh. Thanks, I'll have to try that." Taking a sip from his drink, he gave the suggestion a thought. "So, White, how has your night been?"
whitewing1. White took a sip of the cup that had been handed to her, giggling softly to herself. "Rather uneventful, aside from yourself. My Mistress seems to be enjoying herself, nonetheless, so I suppose it's going rather well." Another sip; she had to say, the punch was rather delightful. "And how has it been for you?"
Wheatley. Katie narrowed her eyes, stepping forwards. Why wasn't she answering her? "Is anyone the-re~?" Her voice held a singing cadence to it, confused as to why she wasn't responding. However, she was caught off guard when the floor before her disappeared, replaced with a portal. Being hurled through the hole, she hit the floor hard as she erupted from a nearby wall. An ungodly wail left her lips when she collapsed against the tile, voice coming out constricted. "Whyyy?" She looked up to a man who had wandered over the buffet tables, face desperate as her limbs twitched weakly. "I'm.. I'm fine." Turquoise's voice had grown tentative, her tail flicking as fur flattened against her body heavily. She hadn't gotten over the fall of the City. She'd.. she'd came to terms that the only place she'd been able to be her weird, wonderful self was gone. Her head whipped up to Gil, and she stepped back when his hands wrapped around her waist. The skin under her fur burned in a blush. "Uh.. Gil.." She stammered, matching that of a certain robot's. Wheatley hadn't paused, staring at the two as Margish craned her head upwards to speak directly in Vinyl's ear. "Not as good as yourself." Smirking against her, she looked pretty smug as she felt the other's wings rise against her. "I really hope that's from me and not the tinman."
Audrey Nitram shrugged his right shoulder, taking note of White saying something about a mistress. "It's probably been the same as your's. Uneventful, other than talking to you. The talking to you part has been fun," he said, with a brief smile. "So... your mistress?" Hopefully, she wasn't talking about what he thought she was, otherwise it'd be sort of awkward...
whitewing1. Nodding seriously, yet still seemly enjoying herself, she giggled again. "Master, if you will. I'm basically her servant- make sure that she's safe, and content. She seems to be doing well, so I'm taking the time to have a break." Suddenly noticing the comment, White blinked and grinned. "Well, thank you! I've been having a blast conversing with you."
Audrey Nitram. That still didn't entirely confirm or deny(?) what he thought she meant by 'mistress', but he decided to let the subject go instead of prying. "Yeah. I'm sure if I hadn't decided to start a conversation with you, my night would have been very lonely and boring!"
Vincenza Staccato. Gilbert ducked his head, frowning. "I...I'll go get us drinks." and with that, the male turned away from the female, darting to refreshment tables. The stallion lectured himself mentally, calling himself names that not even the nastiest of sailors would say. Head jerked up though when a wail sliced through his head, and instantly turned to the source, spotting the small child from before. Instantly, he rushed over, eyes wide. "Ya okay, 'oney?" he said, offering the child his hand, eyes wide in concern. Vinyl's ears twitched when the other moved closer, at first confused, but everything changed when those words uttered out of her mouth. "Margish!" she said hoarsly, clearing her throat and turning her head to the female, frowning. "I...It was for no one, thank you very much!" she huffed and turned, a frown on her face as she stared at the ground, her wings not letting up at all.
Dr.Spencer Reid's eyes went wide at the body that hit the floor. "Are you ok?" He went to his knees too quickly and hissed as it aggravated his wounds. Hands gingerly lay on his abdomen as he opened his eyes slowly. A hiss slipped through his lips as he breathed deeply and removed his hands from his body. Once the pain had passed he offered a hand to help her. Where did you come from?
CheIl hid in the crowd for a time being, watching the girl she had cause to fall over; waiting for her to...what exactly, she didn't know. Chell then considered matters. Could her actions be considered an attack, and why did she do it. Possible shooting? The woman made her way back to the buffet, inching closer and closer to the fallen girl, asa finger pressed the reset button on the gun; the portals vanishing. Chell would eye those that had gone over to the girl, still wondering about her. She sounded familiar, made her feel weird.
Hysterical Joker: If one were keen, they would notice something... a pearl. This pearl was the size of a beachball, and rolling through the crowd. Those who didn't get out of the way were bowled over. These events would follow with the occasional grunt of party-goer hitting the ground. Out of the crowd... came a man. A man dressed like... a joker? This must have been some kind of prank. The Joker ran through the crowd will all his might after the large beachball-sized pearl. "Outta the way! Outta the way! OUTTA THE WAAAAY!" He yelled in a deep scottish accent. Not his usual voice... but that didn't matter. The Pearl was headed straight for somebody![whoever wants to get rolled over by a massive pearl is welcome to it XD] Hysterical Joker would jump on the pearl and keep it from rolling any farther, "HAH!" he yelled. Hyst opened his mouth and started sucking on the side of the pearl, "Tastes like jawbreaker!" he announced. His mouth began extending like a snake, encasing the pearl, like a snake with an egg.
Audrey Nitram"Anyway, I think -" He started to speak, but then he looked over and noticed a large pearl rolling toward him. Yelping, he tried to jump out of the way, but was instead knocked over by the pearl!
whitewing1. White leaped away instinctivly, but forgot about Audrey. Seeing him knocked over, she gasped and rushed over to him, offering a hand to help him up. "Are you okay? Oh Loki's socks, I forgot about you when I jumped away. It's my fault."
Audrey Nitram rubbing the spot where he accidentally bonked his head during the fall, he blushed and grinned. "Oh, god, I'm going to DIE." He said dramatically, clutching his chest. "White, tell my momma that I love her. Ohohoh godddd." Pretending to die, he sniffles dramatically and wipes a non-existant tear from his eye.
Hysterical Joker finished consuming the massive pearl and looked to the fallen person, "Aww... he's going to die... can I eat him?" Hyst asked. Hyst's cheeks ballooned outwards and he let out a massive belch. A sword somehow materialized from his mouth and clattered on the ground, "Sorry... ate a warrior yesterday. He didn't sit well with me, so I ate him. Turns out he STILL doesn't sit well with me."
whitewing1. An extremely worried look passed over her face as she jabbered on, unsure of what to do but undoubtedly upset. "Oh wow, in the name of Asgard, what did I do? Don't die! I don't even know your mum? What do I do! Oh, Thor help me!" She whipped around, glaring in her confusion. "No you may not eat him!"
Wheatley. Katie looked up to the two men who had rushed over, lips quivering childishly as she stared up with teary eyes. "Sh-she tossed me through a portal!" She felt like kicking the floor as she raised herself to sit, her side throbbing in pain from the shock of the fall. Staring up, her finger lashed out to point at Chell, pulling on her muscles and making her hiss in pain. "Y-You!" Voice was high and pitchy, little red eyes blazing with something too far off from rage. "She did it!" Meanwhile, Turquoise had resorted to turning to Octavia, form flickering once more as her feet hovered wanly over the floor. She was growing coy again, resorting to her usual floating as she always did in awkward situations. She just longed to balloon into the sky, careening away from her problems and worries. Wheatley shared in her awkwardness, staring at Margish, who didn't look convinced. "Any amount of money tells me y' lyin', hon." She turned to the AI. "Whaddya think, metal brain? I mean, I wouldn't blame her for gettin' it from you either." Winking, the anthro relished the trademark stammering and awkward shuffling she'd plagued the man with.
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Vincenza Staccato. Gilbert arched a brow at the child's explanation, frowning and turning in the suppose suspect. He only saw a small glimpse of the woman though, and looked back at the child, nodding slowly. He honestly had no idea weather to believe her or not, and instead, resorted to just agreeing with her. "Oi' now, that isn't very nice." he frowned, and withheld himself from picking up the child, for he had a habit of doing that with his baby cousion whenever he was upset. He gently touched the child's shoulder, his voice soft. "'Ey, it's alright. We'll get 'er, soon enough." he gave her a reassuring smile, only to switch to a more serious face. "Are you 'urt though? Do you need me to take ya to Miss Fontaine?" Vinyl had currently stared at Margish with wide, shocked eyes, ears pinned to the top of her skull. "T-Tenor!" she frowned, but couldn't help but find it amusing herself at how flustered the man was. She gently bapped the female on her should, smiling as she spoke, laughing a bit. "S-Stop. You're gonna make him overheat or something." she giggled slightly as she finished her sentence, giving the male a reasurring smile.
whitewing1. An extremely worried look passed over the Spirit's face as she heard Audrey speak. Oh my Asgardian Lords, he hit his head too hard and is going to die! He has a concussion! White kneeled down and propped up his head, feeling the back of it for a large bump. "Don't die, please! I'll get help! What is that humans call when someone gets injured? 644? Someone call 644!" Her vibrant, jade gaze darted around, unsure of what to do. "I don't know your mum? I'll try, though. Maybe someone around here does. Oh, Loki's kneesocks, don't die!"
CheIl felt a rush when the girl pointed at her, seeing those eyes stare, causing her to leap to the side, out of the way from possible bullets flying at her. She paused, listening to the lack of gunshots, before she pushed herself back to her feet, looking around, before she moved over to the males and the girl. "She shot at me..no...turrets...no...umm.." she moved away, to where she had been, where the plate with food she had pushed.
Audrey Nitram tried not to cackle, wondering how long he can keep this up. He dramatically put the back of his right hand to his forehead. "OHH, the paaaaiinn. I don't know how I'm going to survive this." He coughs into the bend of his arm. Some red punch was coughed onto his suit. "OHH, look, it's blooooood."
Dr.Spencer Reid stared at the girl and slowly backed away as she screamed, eyes wide in concern and slightl fear. What the hell happened to her..? He sighed and ran his fingers through his slightly longer hair and gradually got on his feet, leaning heavily on the table as the pain ebbed. He knew it wasn't such a good idea to go tot he party rather than staying at home and resing like he should be, but he was stubborn. He rarely listened to reason. Sadly.
Darkest Before The Dawn. This was a new beginning for the former residents of the City of Angels and the residents of Shades Run. This night was to be the dawn of a new era, a new life where the old could be forgotten, cast away like an unwanted toy. Besides, who wanted those ghouls anyway? Who wanted the haunting images of gnarled faces in their sleep, the long claws that were sometimes missing a few fingers, and who wanted to be afraid to sleep just in case the barricades didn't hold up and.. Ahem. Nobody needed the devil of that memory on their back. He would be shaken off with newfound determination. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow. They could allow him to sink into the back of their mind, perhaps screaming and kicking, but silent once more in the end. Speaking of a beginning, it seemed that the entertainment had begun to play, the soft sound of a quartet drifting through the elegant ballroom, with its high cathedral ceilings and polished marble floor. However, they silenced themselves as their employer swept into view. He was a tall man, the owner of the manor the ball was held in, brown-haired and awfully muscular, even in the tuxedo. There was some sort of rumor going around that he, Mr. W, was some sort of masked assailant. Such tales were that of fairytale, however. But wasn't Shades Run some sort of fairytale in itself? Still, the man stepped up and said his part, raising his hands for silence before announcing the raffle and auction times uneventfully, with the charming smile he was well-known for. A philanthropist, the sort that some women tended to cling to. In the midst of the silence, however, a woman had entered. Tall, blonde, with such a glare in her eyes; perhaps that glare was what the threat of hell truly looked like. She was not the sort of woman one would want to approach casually, despite the tight cloth that encased her form and the fullness of her lips, and the long hair that tumbled to her mid-back. She wove through the crowd, attempting to get to the back, it seemed. Meanwhile, there were two other partygoers that were less murderous-looking. A brown-haired man in a gray suit and his companion, a peppy-looking brunette with the widest of smiles. Morpheus and Persephone, though the first of the two seemed less than pleased to be where he was. Still, the god was humoring his counterpart, with her excited chattering about Suzanne and.. He rose his eyes to the crowd, hoping the topic of said chatterbox was nowhere to be found. Persephone was already wildly searching for her, so intent on fixing their relationship. In the hurricane of it all, neither of the pair noticed the woman as she swept through the crowd, hopefully unnoticed..
Vincenza Staccato: Uguns Verpakovskis had already been at the ball, his red eyes wide as he looked around, waiting for a certain lady to walk in. He was currently standing in the middle of the crowd, the spotted lupe staring at the stage intently, trying his best to occupy himself away from his thoughts. They were going to have quite a show, were they not? He smiled slowly at the thought, tugging at his simple suit with ease, checking the white cuff links. How the hell can Ledus stand wearing these tight things? he thought sourly to himself, sighing. He looked up just in time to spot a certain blonde, her eyes looking as if ready to kill. He cocked a smile, and quickly, shuffled through the crowd, trying his best not to look so eager, for he had a mission on hand. He slowly began to move, finding it antagonzingly annoying to be moving at such a snail like pace.
whitewing1. She cried out as he moved. "Oh my Thor's fishnet stocking, don't die! I'll do something- IS THAT BLOOD?" She couldn't help but to bite her lip, and look extremely worried
Audrey Nitram suddenly bursted out laughing. He pushed himself up and, while laughing, said, "I'm fine. I'm not gonna die."
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WheatIey stared up at the stage, looking down at the small cat anthro beside him. Turquoise looked excited to be here, her tail swishing cheerily as her paw was clasped around the fingers of a small, white-haired child. The trio bore pins denoting them as refugees, pinned on their less-than-elegant clothing. The tallest wore what looked to be one of his father's old suits, while Turqy donned a simple, plain orange dress, which popped brightly against her blue fur. Katie didn't look pleased, refusing to wear anything other than her hoodie as the dreaded cat woman kept a vice grip on her hand. Every so often did she tug on the other's paw, wishing to run off with her son or go find something to eat. "Isn't this exciting?" Turqy bubbled, looking up to her friend. "I mean, we can't really participate in the charity stuff, I mean," Her head fell, tail stilling as she forced a grin onto her features. "This'll be fun, alrighty Wheats?" She tugged on his arm, looking around the room for anyone they knew. Acute brown eyes caught the figure of a brightly colored ogrin anthro among the crowd.
Vincenza Staccato had a tendency to be fashionably late. Even if she had no such intentions for it, it happened. No matter how early she planned, she was always that one thing: Late. Storm blue eyes were surprisingly calm as the owner had finally made it to her destination. She stood at the doors, her normally pure blue eyes her natural shade of blue. She swore she could hear mother dearest comment and praise Vincenza for such eyes, murmuring sweet words to her. "Blue as they sky, deep as the ocean." she'd say, engulfing her child in a hug. She looked down at the ground, suddenly missing said mother. She shook her head, and stormed in, surprised by how many people were already there. Her hair had been tied up into a bun, only to have few strains of her blonde locks hang by the side of her head, curly as ever. She was garbed in a mixture of pure blue and light blue dress, the colors going wonderfully together. Her wings had been preened expertly, not a single stray feather laid across her head. She ducked her head slightly, suddenly feeling very sheepish and self concious. She darted away from the massive crowd, finding herself standing in the back. Gilbert Staccato had already showed much earlier than his sister, the tall stallion among the massive crowd of people. He clapped as the female finished off, silently wondering where his baby sister was. We 'ave a duet together, he thought, frowning as another thought crashed in his head. She better not 'ave skipped out on me... The stallion himself was garbed in a simple suit, black as his fur, and his cuff's a cherry red, cuff links with the initals 'GC.S' laid there. His undershirt was a light red, buttoned up with even more black as coal buttons, and his tie was a surprising blood red, gold and silver stripes wrapping around the acessory. He tried his best to tame his unmangable mane, but alas, it refused to stay down, and now laid across his head in a slight mess. Light green eyes peered around, in hopes of spotting anyone. He didn't even catch the small glimpse of a bright orange dress.
Audrey Nitram had gotten slightly dressed up for the evening. He had chosen to wear a simple white button-up shirt and a black suit. His dirty blond, almost brown hair was slicked out of his face with gel. The young man adjusted the collar of his shirt and stared up at the stage intently. After a moment of fumbling with his shirt, he dropped his hands and shoved them into his pockets. Audrey had forced himself to come to the event in an attempt to be more social, since he'd been acting like a bit of a hermit lately. So far, he wasn't regretting his decision, but being around people made him somewhat nervous.
CheIl was rather out of the loop, dissappearing from The City of Angels, long before anything happened; her arrival in the town merely coincidental. The buggy's engines rumbled the vehicle around her, as she zoomed into the town. She jerked the wheel, pressing her foot on the brake; bring the car to a halt in front of the largest building. Great parking job, Chell. Well, what would you expect from someone who was 'raised' by a dominating Artificial Intelligence. She wore what she usually did; that orange jumpsuit. The portal gun was taken from the seat next to her, and gripped tightly, as she headed in/over to the crowd, eyes taking in the people and anthros, and whatever else there was.
whitewing1. The fox, who was currently in the form of a pretty girl in order to keep an eye on Vincenza without attracting too much attention, walked into the ball. Of course, it wasn't like she couldn't make herself invisible to those without Guardians- but White just didn't feel like answering "Why is there a fox in here?" tonight. Slipping through the crowd almost effortlessly, many thanks to the silk, ivory dress that adorned her hour-glass frame. Placing herself nearby the woman of whom she had taken a liking to, the Spirit's vibrant, jade eyes scanned around, catching sight of her 'master' giving a hug to someone. It seemed Vinny was doing fine on her own, so the girl ambled off, hoping that her master knew that if she was needed, all that was necissary to call her was a whistle.
Wheatley looked around, a frown tugging at his lips. This always happened. No one was ever here and ended up alone. Again. Looking down at Turqy, he contemplating pulling away to go look for anyone. Maybe GLaDOS.. he shook his head. No. She wasn't here, not now. She was probably back with Chell or Bonnie. Sighing, he felt guilty when he felt relief wash over him when Turqy caught the face of Gilbert. Leaving him alone, he watched as Turqy approached Gilbert with Katie in tow, muttering an embarassed "Hello." while the turret-child observed the anthro curiously. Wheatley shook himself, pacing off into the crowd absentmindedly before he caught the sight of a familiar wolf anthro. "Oi'!" Accented voice called out, a hand raising to wave frantically as he fast-walked over to his friend. He paused short, the figure of a rainbow-colored anthro hovering over her shoulder. "Y'came with Margish?" Nose scrunched up in confusion. He'd never gotten along with the Ogrin, much less had expected to be at a event such as this with her.
Vincenza Staccato had became quite enchanted with the punch bowl, ears ducked atop her skull as she took a drink for herself, taking a small sip. I wonder where horse man is, she thought, smiling. Probably went off to find his little pussy cat. Vinyl mentally chuckled at the thought, taking another sip, intill she heard a voice come in her direction. She smiled wide as she saw the ever familar mobile unit before her, only to cock her head at his question. "Came with Margish? Wheatley, I'm al-" the female had turned by then, only to see the female at hand right behind her. Vinyl screeched slightly, jerking her head back, wings fanned out in surprise. Alas, the poor female hadn't even swallowed her drink completly, and began to cough and hack as she tried to rid of the sweet juice from her lungs, not even saying a hello to either of her friends. As Vinyl precided to cough up a lung, Gilbert was doing. A lot better now that his colored blue female feline was coming his way. Light greens suddenly filled with life, smiling wide. "Turquoise!" he started, musing over her dress. "Ya look great, luv." he smiled softly, only to switch his attention to the little girl aside her. He smiled, and nodded to the child as he spoke. "'Ello, luv. Name's Gilbert, great to meet ya." He glanced back at his feline, arching a curious brow. "Ya alright, sweet'eart?"
catco Looked up at the big building from the outside, with his usual tooth grin, that looked quite menacing, at first at least. He wore nothing but a red bowtie, and his earrings. Thought it took a bit of convincing to let him in since the people of this new town weren't that accustomed to a naked cat, but they eventual let him though, succumbing to his whining. He looked down at the ball, searching for his new friends from this strange strange place, which really got him thinking about his old friends, Flenix, Ryhorn, and yes even P.K. His smile faltered a bit as he thought, but he quickly perked up, they were all doing their thing, work, or being dead. He hopped off to the stage because if there was anything Catco couldn't resist was dancing!
whitewing1. Hearing coughing, White turned around to spot Vinyl 'enjoying' a coughing fit, and fear siezed her. It was unusual, feeling such a strong bond between another, but what was the job of a Guardian otherwise? Hurrying over, the spirit placed a hand on her mistress' shoulder. "is everything alright? I should've predicted that. I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry! From now on, I'll keep an eye out. I'm not cut out for this, why was I sent here.." She jabbered on, mostly to herself now, about how she should actually be in Asgard, dining with the Gods as per usual.
CheIl's ears caught the call out by the familiar voice, causing her head to glance around. Probably imagined it sounding familiar, she thought to herself, moving over to the buffet table, just to look. She didn't actually trust that this food was real, what if it was a lie? Poisoned? What if GLaDoS tried to make it a point to kill off the test subject she had..freed. Chell put her attention to one particular dish, nudging the pot with the portal gun, until it was at the edge of the table. One simple nudge more; it would fall, if it was real. Which, she doubted.
Wheatley. Turquoise blushed, looking down at her paws sheepishly while she nodded. "Thanks, Gilly, you look great too." She smiled, forcing herself back to eye level. She wasn't used to this. Last time she'd been called that... Her tail stopped, twitching in midair before she shook herself mentally. No no no. This was going to be a great night. A new city, a new life. No Flint. Not again. If she ever got her hands on that purebred furball.. "You're a pony." Katie's voice cut off her rage. The short child stared up at Gilbert, red eyes displaying nothing but what looked like boredom. "My sister Bonnie likes ponies." She looked away from him, growing tired of the ceaseless adult talk, and the ball, and.. Gaze latched on the figure of her 'father' (She'd never call him that. Only her momma got the honor of being parental figure.), and that of that tall wolf anthro he always hung out around. Margish had taken up trying to administrate the Heimlich maneuver on her friend, arms around her waist as she attempted to get the offending liquid out of her throat. "'Ey, girl, don't sit there, go get some help!" Katie could hear her command from over here as she looked at some woman who was currently doing a good job of freaking out. The child rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and leaving the group. She didn't need them, she didn't need anyone! Walking proudly, her head was held high before she smacked facefirst into someone. Thrown to the floor, she rubbed her head and looked up. "Hey!"
Audrey Nitram decided to find the punch bowl, hoping that there would also be lots of food to accompany it, because one thing he loves is food. But who doesn't love food? Pushing his way through the crowd, he noticed a cat.. which was wearing nothing but a bowtie! He cleared his throat and looked away, awkwardly scratching at his left temple for a moment. When he was about to reach the punch, some girl walked straight into him. "Hey, watch where you're going!" He grumbled, but then realized that he could have been a lot nicer about it. Offering her a hand to help her up, he mumbled, "Sorry."
Wheatley. "Why don't YOU watch where you're going, mister?!" The little girl leaped to her feet, hands clenched into dangerous little fists as she looked up at the male. Her face was red with uncontrolled, premature anger, legs apart and posture that of a child with the intent to beat the snot out of another for lunch money. Katie stared up at him rudely, the brat's face contorted into an expression that communicated haughtiness.
Audrey Nitram's eyes widened as the little girl jumped up. "U-uh.. I... I'm sorry?" Taking a small step back, he blinked, taken aback by her sudden anger. Sure, they bumped into eachother, but she seemed to be overreacting. Plus, he had no idea how to deal with angry kids, let alone angry adults. "You're the one who bumped into me anyway!"
Vincenza Staccato. As the female herself looked sheepish as ever, it was now the stallion's turn to do the same. He felt a blush tingle his cheeks, and he absentmindely began to toy with his cufflinks, meeting her eye level slowly. "Ya look better than me, that's for sure." He smiled sheepishly, only to look at the little girl in confusion, blinking. He had to hold himself back from saying he was technically a horse, but stopped himself, and smiled sincerly. "I guess ya could say that..." he said, only to have a look of surprise come across his face as the child strutted away, watching her leave, his brows knitted together slightly. Back at Vincenza, she had easily recovered from her coughing fit, instantly calming down. But alas, as this happened, her rainbowed companion had just gotten to her waist, eyes wide as she felt her gut being assaulated by the other. Vinyl's hands instantly darted to the female's fingers, trying to pry them off her waist as she weazed out her words. Vincenza Staccato: "I...I'm... Fiiine." she choked out, not noticing the other female yet, who was freaking out.
whitewing1. White nodded to Vinyl before turning around. She felt alone, knowing nobody but her mistress. "That's good to hear, my Lady. Sorry for interrupting," she smiled before turning around, to retreat to a corner, playing with the sash of her silken dress.
Audrey Nitram glanced away from the little girl and noticed a pretty girl in an ivory dress. Maybe if this rude child doesn't give him any problems, he'll go over to her and introduce himself. Plus, she looked like she was all alone. He knew how awkward it was to be alone in a big crowd. Reverting his attention back to the little girl for a moment, he says, "Look, I apologize, but I've got to go." Audrey turns away and makes his way over to the girl in the silk dress. "Hi there, I'm Audrey." he says, flashing a polite smile.
whitewing1. She glanced up at a human? Wait, yes. She's not in Asgard, and not everybody's an anthro here. A smile graced her lips. "Hello, Master Audrey. I'm Whitney, although you may call me White." Introducing herself, she stops playing with her sash and bows. Really, White? You're not in the older times anymore- get into the modern day!
"Sorry doesn't fix it!" Her tone was nasally and bratty, hands on her hips and nose upturned. The sassy little child turned on her heel, back to the man as she crossed her arms. "I'm going to tell my mother on you!" Katie flopped down on the floor pathetically, almost as if she was trying to shake off some unseen thing plaguing her. She gave no words as he left. "Yeah, run away!" She screamed after him, pacing off to look for something else to do, before she stopped short at one of the buffet tables. The girl there.. who was messing with the plates. She looked.. familiar! "Hey!" She called out, expecting an answer. Ways away, Turquoise shared in her high pitched words, though they were nothing like hers in context. "Oh no, I don't think so." She fiddled with the hem of her dress. "Mr. Merchant got this for me at the tailoring place he works at.." Her claw caught on some unshorn thread that stuck out of her dress awkwardly. "It's a work in progress. He managed to tailor the suit for Wheatley, too! Though it was one of his old ones," The Cheshire cat bit her lip, tail flicking in idle contemplation as she looked over to her friend in question. ...What was going ON over there? Margish currently had her arms wrapped around Vinyl's hips, refusing to let go as she spoke to her without fault. "Good!" She read on her lips. Wheatley looked to be swaying on his feet unsteadily, as if startled.
Dr.Spencer Reid.Fashionably late, not so much. Just a bit of trouble to find someone to care for his daughter but that was resolved rather quickly. Even though said babysitter was fond of calling him names. "Are you sure it's safe to leave him alone with my daughter?" The young genius asked the feline hesitantly before straightening his bow tie and walking into the manor with his companion's arm linked with his. After his hectic ordeal one could see that the young guy was still recovering from his illness, but otherwise he was fine. But, now a bit embarrased(sp?) that he arrived so late. Octavia rolled her eyes at his question and gave a small chuckle. "She's fine, my boyfriend won't do anything to her, he's responsible." For the most part.. She was somewhat confident that Kaboogle wouldn't do anything to bring harm to the little girl. Then again, he didn't really know how to handle children, did he? Deciding to simply hope that all goes fine, she straightened her backless lavender dress and followed Reid into the manor.
CheIl''s attention was drawn to the controntation over who bumped who, tilting her head a little before aiming the guninconspiculaously, at the ceiling, launched the blue portal above the area the two were in; the orange portal placed on the floor, where the plate she had nudged would fall. With another glance around, she noticed the angered girl moving toward the tables, she hurredly pressed the reset button, causing the portals to disappear. Saved someone from getting plated, Katie did. Chell eyed the girl that was calling her out, tilting her head again, staring back at Katie; but remaining silent.
Vincenza Staccato had found herself slightly dazed as the female had finally stop her assualts, eyes blinking rapidly, trying to remember everything in her life up to this point. She gave a slow nod when the female responded to her, hands still wrapped around the others, not realizing the stance they were in. She looked up at the currently swaying robot, knitting her brows together, and spoke, still unaware that she was being clung to like a stuffed animal. "Wheatley?" she started, concern in her eyes. "Are you alright?" Back at Gilbert, he smiled at the normally bubbly female, who looked sheepish as ever. He shrugged at her words, smiling. "Still. Yer lookin' as sharp as a tac tonight. Mr. Merchant did a great job, even if you came in anythin' else, you'd still look just as great." Gilbert couldn't help but blush at his own words, and turn his head, following the female's gaze. What WAS going on?
Audrey Nitram. Glancing behind him to watch the bratty child stomp away, Audrey grunted and then returned his attention to 'White'. Master Audrey? He reached out a hand for her to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, White." His smile widened and he attempted the most charming smirk he could muster. "That's a lovely dress you're wearing."
whitewing1. Her entire mood picked up after the compliment, as she shook his hand, which she had learned from watching everybody else. "Oh, thank you so much! The silk was imported directly from the Southern Chinese silkworm farms, and woven in Norway. Oh, and that's an awful nice suit you're wearing. It really compliments your eyes," White grinned.
Audrey Nitram continued to grin, even as he had no idea what she was talking about. He knew nothing about fabric. But when she heard the compliment, his cheeks turned a bright rosy red. He took extra care to be gentle when shaking her hand. "Thank you," he replied and wiped his slightly sweaty hands on his pants.
whitewing1. She noticed his hand was slightly wet, and his face had gotten pink. Of course, being naturally from older times, she did not know this was that he was flattered. "Have you come down with something? Are you alright?" White was worried for the boy, despite his continuous smile.
Audrey Nitram bit down into his lip and nodded, embarrassed that she had noticed his blushing and sweaty palms. "Yes, yes, I'm perfectly fine." Audrey fidgeted. Oh god, this socializing thing is horrible.. Although it'd probably be more appealing if he didn't get nervous so easily. "Soo... Would you, er, like for me to get you some punch?"
Dr.Spencer Reid.sighed and weaved through the crowd with the feline at his heels. Where he was going he honestly had no clue, but he just wanted to go somewhere. Why he had even agreed to go was a mystery in itself but he couldnt really change that, now could he? She rolled her eyes and took charge in leading him, a bit of blue fur catching her curiosity. 'That has to be turqs, I haven't seen her in a while..' Once she and Reid were behind of Turqy she let go of the man and wrapped her arms around the unsuspecting feline. "HEY TURQY~"
whitewing1. She tilted her head and blinked. "Punch? Is that what it's called? Oh, I would enjoy that immensly, if you don't mind. What a gentleman," she giggled. "Much like is Asgard. Of course, unless Master Thor is there. Then everybody's fawning over him, instead of me-" White stopped herself before continuing any further. Hopefully she was just muttering to herself; she really didn't want to have to explain her past.
Wheatley. Katie looked up at the woman in amazement. She teetered on the balls of her feet, trying to look behind her back. "Hell-o~?" She pronounced carefully, her voice sounding one and the same with the turrets back at Aperture. After all, she'd been one before, hadn't she? "Miss, you remind me of my sister!" Nose scrunched up. "Like, a lot of my sister." It felt weird calling Chell that. But, she technically was, right? If she was made by GLaDOS... then it made sense! That's right! "Who are you?" Before Gilbert, Turqy's form flickered shyly, the opacity of her entire self lowering and going invisible every few seconds. A bad habit, one could decide. Being a Cheshire, she was able to disappear out of thin air. "Th-thanks.." She muttered. Unfortunately, this also seemed to correspond to her emotions. The shriek that peeled from her throat sent her entire form flying back into full visibility, colors bright and popping against the backdrop of the ball. "Eep!" The feline looked behind her, unexpectedly meeting the face of another. "O-Octavia!" Fur standing on end, she quickly reached out to grab her tail, attempting in vain to smooth it down. "Don't scare me like that!" Her head motioned to Gilbert, body trembling as she tried to get over the initial shock of getting petrified. Dear god, don't let me get embarassed in front of him.. Her mind pleaded. Vinyl's question didn't seem to reach Wheatley fully, but he simply shook his head. "No no no no, just uh, I was nervous! Didn't want you gettin' 'urt!" He proclaimed. He wasn't lying, forgetting to breath and onset of overheating affecting his simulated lungs. He stared towards Margish, who hadn't moved, on tiptoe to rest her head beside Vinyl's neck. "He's totally lyin', Vincenz, probably likes your dress s'much as I do!" She watched in amusement as he stammered in rebuttal.
Audrey Nitram blinked, confused. He didn't have any idea about what she was talking about again, so he just nodded. "Uh.. yeah. I'll go get it for you." Backing away, he turned around and went to the punch. As he was pouring some into a cup, some of it spilled on his pants. Mumbling an obscenity under his breath, he huffed and tried to wipe it up with a napkin.
CheIl stared at the girl, that voice causing her to think back in Aperture, as though she was going to start shooting at her. The girl's words were lost, but not heard, as the portal gun was raised, placing the blue portal on the floor under Katie, the orange portal placed on a nearby wall; before she booked it from that spot, running through the crowd, pushing and shoving people from her path.
whitewing1. She felt bad, she truly did. Nobody was going to understand her past, not even her Mistress. Why did I have to bring Asgard up? It's obvious that I'm never going back. I should get used to where I am now. Make friends.
Vincenza Staccato. Gilbert frowned as the feline became more shy, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. Stupid horse, remember: She's not interested in ya like that. Just friends. He thought this with a small frown. Just friends. He didn't want that really, didn't he? He was rudely shoved out of his thoughts though when the feline screeched, sending him instinctively jerking forward, hands instantly clasping at the feline's waist, eyes wide and full of momentary confusion. He blinked and looked down, meeting her insulter. She looked... VERY familar. He tilted his head, ears flickering, brows knitted together. Quickly, realizing where his hands have been, (and having deja vu course through him at a sickly speed) he pulled away, looking at Turquoise in an apologetic, and shy, manner. "I-I-I-I'm s-so sorry, force of 'abit, Turqy..." he drifted off, staring at the ground, feeling his heart pound painfully in his head. Just friends. Vinyl was currently eyeing the man strangely, and nodded, beliving him. Vinyl felt a deep blush bubble under her white fur as Margish spilled her own compliment, realizing the female was resting against her, and her wings twitched slightly. "I-I-I-I..." If Wheatley was stammering like a broken record, than Vincenza wasn't doing a banged up good job either. She ducked her head, giving Margish's a hand a slight pat, nodding. "Thank you." she breathed, glancing at her for only for a second. "You look really beautiful too." Vinyl mentally slammed her skull against a wall, for 'beautiful' was not the word she was looking for. She meant to say great, but her mouth refused to say such a word. She ducked her head, blushing more, and her wings extended slightly, light blue eyes staring into the floor.
Audrey Nitram. With a frustrated grumble, Audrey grabbed the two now-full cups of punch and made his way back to where the girl was. When he start to approach her, he noticed that she looked somewhat troubled. Handing her a cup, he gave her a concerned look. "Are you okay?"
whitewing1. Blinking at Audrey, she tilted her head before nodding. A smile spread across her face. "Yes, I'm fine. Just... Remembering something. But everything's all right. Are you okay? You seem rather upset yourself. Did something happen with the punch?"
Audrey Nitram huffed and looked down at his now wet pants. He pinched a part of the fabric near the wet spot and tugged at it. "Well, when I was pouring the punch, some of it spilled on me. I tried to wipe it up, but my pants are still wet," he paused, glancing up at her and realizing that he must seem like such a klutz. "I'm probably gonna have to take them to the dry cleaner's as soon as I leave."
whitewing1. The girl couldn't help but to giggle. "If there's any salt around, you could rub it around the patch. It'll dry it up in no time, and save you the money," she offered. It was entertaining, speaking with someone who was actually human and had feelings and emotions and wasn't a God.
Dr.Spencer Reid.Octavia grinned sheepishly and crossed her arms over her chest. "Sorry about that, I haven't seen you since we relocated. Good to see youre doing well." Her tail twitched slightly before resting upon her feet as she pushed a few stray locks of her away from her face. "So how have you been? Y'know with all of this mess witht he relocating and whatnot?" Whilst Octavia had her fun with conversing with Turquoise, Reid himself made drifted off into the crowd, trying his hardest to not bump into anyone while he was moving. Mainly to not aggravate his still healing wounds. That, and not to accidently get anyone mad. Wit his arms wrapped around his torso he made his way to the tableof snacks. He really needed something to drink, and a snack wouldn't hurt either.
Audrey Nitram chuckled with her. Normally, he'd be embarrassed, but he just decided to try to laugh at himself tonight. The male blinked at her suggestion. He hadn't thought of that. "Oh. Huh. Thanks, I'll have to try that." Taking a sip from his drink, he gave the suggestion a thought. "So, White, how has your night been?"
whitewing1. White took a sip of the cup that had been handed to her, giggling softly to herself. "Rather uneventful, aside from yourself. My Mistress seems to be enjoying herself, nonetheless, so I suppose it's going rather well." Another sip; she had to say, the punch was rather delightful. "And how has it been for you?"
Wheatley. Katie narrowed her eyes, stepping forwards. Why wasn't she answering her? "Is anyone the-re~?" Her voice held a singing cadence to it, confused as to why she wasn't responding. However, she was caught off guard when the floor before her disappeared, replaced with a portal. Being hurled through the hole, she hit the floor hard as she erupted from a nearby wall. An ungodly wail left her lips when she collapsed against the tile, voice coming out constricted. "Whyyy?" She looked up to a man who had wandered over the buffet tables, face desperate as her limbs twitched weakly. "I'm.. I'm fine." Turquoise's voice had grown tentative, her tail flicking as fur flattened against her body heavily. She hadn't gotten over the fall of the City. She'd.. she'd came to terms that the only place she'd been able to be her weird, wonderful self was gone. Her head whipped up to Gil, and she stepped back when his hands wrapped around her waist. The skin under her fur burned in a blush. "Uh.. Gil.." She stammered, matching that of a certain robot's. Wheatley hadn't paused, staring at the two as Margish craned her head upwards to speak directly in Vinyl's ear. "Not as good as yourself." Smirking against her, she looked pretty smug as she felt the other's wings rise against her. "I really hope that's from me and not the tinman."
Audrey Nitram shrugged his right shoulder, taking note of White saying something about a mistress. "It's probably been the same as your's. Uneventful, other than talking to you. The talking to you part has been fun," he said, with a brief smile. "So... your mistress?" Hopefully, she wasn't talking about what he thought she was, otherwise it'd be sort of awkward...
whitewing1. Nodding seriously, yet still seemly enjoying herself, she giggled again. "Master, if you will. I'm basically her servant- make sure that she's safe, and content. She seems to be doing well, so I'm taking the time to have a break." Suddenly noticing the comment, White blinked and grinned. "Well, thank you! I've been having a blast conversing with you."
Audrey Nitram. That still didn't entirely confirm or deny(?) what he thought she meant by 'mistress', but he decided to let the subject go instead of prying. "Yeah. I'm sure if I hadn't decided to start a conversation with you, my night would have been very lonely and boring!"
Vincenza Staccato. Gilbert ducked his head, frowning. "I...I'll go get us drinks." and with that, the male turned away from the female, darting to refreshment tables. The stallion lectured himself mentally, calling himself names that not even the nastiest of sailors would say. Head jerked up though when a wail sliced through his head, and instantly turned to the source, spotting the small child from before. Instantly, he rushed over, eyes wide. "Ya okay, 'oney?" he said, offering the child his hand, eyes wide in concern. Vinyl's ears twitched when the other moved closer, at first confused, but everything changed when those words uttered out of her mouth. "Margish!" she said hoarsly, clearing her throat and turning her head to the female, frowning. "I...It was for no one, thank you very much!" she huffed and turned, a frown on her face as she stared at the ground, her wings not letting up at all.
Dr.Spencer Reid's eyes went wide at the body that hit the floor. "Are you ok?" He went to his knees too quickly and hissed as it aggravated his wounds. Hands gingerly lay on his abdomen as he opened his eyes slowly. A hiss slipped through his lips as he breathed deeply and removed his hands from his body. Once the pain had passed he offered a hand to help her. Where did you come from?
CheIl hid in the crowd for a time being, watching the girl she had cause to fall over; waiting for her to...what exactly, she didn't know. Chell then considered matters. Could her actions be considered an attack, and why did she do it. Possible shooting? The woman made her way back to the buffet, inching closer and closer to the fallen girl, asa finger pressed the reset button on the gun; the portals vanishing. Chell would eye those that had gone over to the girl, still wondering about her. She sounded familiar, made her feel weird.
Hysterical Joker: If one were keen, they would notice something... a pearl. This pearl was the size of a beachball, and rolling through the crowd. Those who didn't get out of the way were bowled over. These events would follow with the occasional grunt of party-goer hitting the ground. Out of the crowd... came a man. A man dressed like... a joker? This must have been some kind of prank. The Joker ran through the crowd will all his might after the large beachball-sized pearl. "Outta the way! Outta the way! OUTTA THE WAAAAY!" He yelled in a deep scottish accent. Not his usual voice... but that didn't matter. The Pearl was headed straight for somebody![whoever wants to get rolled over by a massive pearl is welcome to it XD] Hysterical Joker would jump on the pearl and keep it from rolling any farther, "HAH!" he yelled. Hyst opened his mouth and started sucking on the side of the pearl, "Tastes like jawbreaker!" he announced. His mouth began extending like a snake, encasing the pearl, like a snake with an egg.
Audrey Nitram"Anyway, I think -" He started to speak, but then he looked over and noticed a large pearl rolling toward him. Yelping, he tried to jump out of the way, but was instead knocked over by the pearl!
whitewing1. White leaped away instinctivly, but forgot about Audrey. Seeing him knocked over, she gasped and rushed over to him, offering a hand to help him up. "Are you okay? Oh Loki's socks, I forgot about you when I jumped away. It's my fault."
Audrey Nitram rubbing the spot where he accidentally bonked his head during the fall, he blushed and grinned. "Oh, god, I'm going to DIE." He said dramatically, clutching his chest. "White, tell my momma that I love her. Ohohoh godddd." Pretending to die, he sniffles dramatically and wipes a non-existant tear from his eye.
Hysterical Joker finished consuming the massive pearl and looked to the fallen person, "Aww... he's going to die... can I eat him?" Hyst asked. Hyst's cheeks ballooned outwards and he let out a massive belch. A sword somehow materialized from his mouth and clattered on the ground, "Sorry... ate a warrior yesterday. He didn't sit well with me, so I ate him. Turns out he STILL doesn't sit well with me."
whitewing1. An extremely worried look passed over her face as she jabbered on, unsure of what to do but undoubtedly upset. "Oh wow, in the name of Asgard, what did I do? Don't die! I don't even know your mum? What do I do! Oh, Thor help me!" She whipped around, glaring in her confusion. "No you may not eat him!"
Wheatley. Katie looked up to the two men who had rushed over, lips quivering childishly as she stared up with teary eyes. "Sh-she tossed me through a portal!" She felt like kicking the floor as she raised herself to sit, her side throbbing in pain from the shock of the fall. Staring up, her finger lashed out to point at Chell, pulling on her muscles and making her hiss in pain. "Y-You!" Voice was high and pitchy, little red eyes blazing with something too far off from rage. "She did it!" Meanwhile, Turquoise had resorted to turning to Octavia, form flickering once more as her feet hovered wanly over the floor. She was growing coy again, resorting to her usual floating as she always did in awkward situations. She just longed to balloon into the sky, careening away from her problems and worries. Wheatley shared in her awkwardness, staring at Margish, who didn't look convinced. "Any amount of money tells me y' lyin', hon." She turned to the AI. "Whaddya think, metal brain? I mean, I wouldn't blame her for gettin' it from you either." Winking, the anthro relished the trademark stammering and awkward shuffling she'd plagued the man with.
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Vincenza Staccato. Gilbert arched a brow at the child's explanation, frowning and turning in the suppose suspect. He only saw a small glimpse of the woman though, and looked back at the child, nodding slowly. He honestly had no idea weather to believe her or not, and instead, resorted to just agreeing with her. "Oi' now, that isn't very nice." he frowned, and withheld himself from picking up the child, for he had a habit of doing that with his baby cousion whenever he was upset. He gently touched the child's shoulder, his voice soft. "'Ey, it's alright. We'll get 'er, soon enough." he gave her a reassuring smile, only to switch to a more serious face. "Are you 'urt though? Do you need me to take ya to Miss Fontaine?" Vinyl had currently stared at Margish with wide, shocked eyes, ears pinned to the top of her skull. "T-Tenor!" she frowned, but couldn't help but find it amusing herself at how flustered the man was. She gently bapped the female on her should, smiling as she spoke, laughing a bit. "S-Stop. You're gonna make him overheat or something." she giggled slightly as she finished her sentence, giving the male a reasurring smile.
whitewing1. An extremely worried look passed over the Spirit's face as she heard Audrey speak. Oh my Asgardian Lords, he hit his head too hard and is going to die! He has a concussion! White kneeled down and propped up his head, feeling the back of it for a large bump. "Don't die, please! I'll get help! What is that humans call when someone gets injured? 644? Someone call 644!" Her vibrant, jade gaze darted around, unsure of what to do. "I don't know your mum? I'll try, though. Maybe someone around here does. Oh, Loki's kneesocks, don't die!"
CheIl felt a rush when the girl pointed at her, seeing those eyes stare, causing her to leap to the side, out of the way from possible bullets flying at her. She paused, listening to the lack of gunshots, before she pushed herself back to her feet, looking around, before she moved over to the males and the girl. "She shot at me..no...turrets...no...umm.." she moved away, to where she had been, where the plate with food she had pushed.
Audrey Nitram tried not to cackle, wondering how long he can keep this up. He dramatically put the back of his right hand to his forehead. "OHH, the paaaaiinn. I don't know how I'm going to survive this." He coughs into the bend of his arm. Some red punch was coughed onto his suit. "OHH, look, it's blooooood."
Dr.Spencer Reid stared at the girl and slowly backed away as she screamed, eyes wide in concern and slightl fear. What the hell happened to her..? He sighed and ran his fingers through his slightly longer hair and gradually got on his feet, leaning heavily on the table as the pain ebbed. He knew it wasn't such a good idea to go tot he party rather than staying at home and resing like he should be, but he was stubborn. He rarely listened to reason. Sadly.
Darkest Before The Dawn. This was a new beginning for the former residents of the City of Angels and the residents of Shades Run. This night was to be the dawn of a new era, a new life where the old could be forgotten, cast away like an unwanted toy. Besides, who wanted those ghouls anyway? Who wanted the haunting images of gnarled faces in their sleep, the long claws that were sometimes missing a few fingers, and who wanted to be afraid to sleep just in case the barricades didn't hold up and.. Ahem. Nobody needed the devil of that memory on their back. He would be shaken off with newfound determination. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow. They could allow him to sink into the back of their mind, perhaps screaming and kicking, but silent once more in the end. Speaking of a beginning, it seemed that the entertainment had begun to play, the soft sound of a quartet drifting through the elegant ballroom, with its high cathedral ceilings and polished marble floor. However, they silenced themselves as their employer swept into view. He was a tall man, the owner of the manor the ball was held in, brown-haired and awfully muscular, even in the tuxedo. There was some sort of rumor going around that he, Mr. W, was some sort of masked assailant. Such tales were that of fairytale, however. But wasn't Shades Run some sort of fairytale in itself? Still, the man stepped up and said his part, raising his hands for silence before announcing the raffle and auction times uneventfully, with the charming smile he was well-known for. A philanthropist, the sort that some women tended to cling to. In the midst of the silence, however, a woman had entered. Tall, blonde, with such a glare in her eyes; perhaps that glare was what the threat of hell truly looked like. She was not the sort of woman one would want to approach casually, despite the tight cloth that encased her form and the fullness of her lips, and the long hair that tumbled to her mid-back. She wove through the crowd, attempting to get to the back, it seemed. Meanwhile, there were two other partygoers that were less murderous-looking. A brown-haired man in a gray suit and his companion, a peppy-looking brunette with the widest of smiles. Morpheus and Persephone, though the first of the two seemed less than pleased to be where he was. Still, the god was humoring his counterpart, with her excited chattering about Suzanne and.. He rose his eyes to the crowd, hoping the topic of said chatterbox was nowhere to be found. Persephone was already wildly searching for her, so intent on fixing their relationship. In the hurricane of it all, neither of the pair noticed the woman as she swept through the crowd, hopefully unnoticed..
Vincenza Staccato: Uguns Verpakovskis had already been at the ball, his red eyes wide as he looked around, waiting for a certain lady to walk in. He was currently standing in the middle of the crowd, the spotted lupe staring at the stage intently, trying his best to occupy himself away from his thoughts. They were going to have quite a show, were they not? He smiled slowly at the thought, tugging at his simple suit with ease, checking the white cuff links. How the hell can Ledus stand wearing these tight things? he thought sourly to himself, sighing. He looked up just in time to spot a certain blonde, her eyes looking as if ready to kill. He cocked a smile, and quickly, shuffled through the crowd, trying his best not to look so eager, for he had a mission on hand. He slowly began to move, finding it antagonzingly annoying to be moving at such a snail like pace.
whitewing1. She cried out as he moved. "Oh my Thor's fishnet stocking, don't die! I'll do something- IS THAT BLOOD?" She couldn't help but to bite her lip, and look extremely worried
Audrey Nitram suddenly bursted out laughing. He pushed himself up and, while laughing, said, "I'm fine. I'm not gonna die."