Minor dilation of the pupil, a twitch of the wing, involuntary hitching of breath, minuscule signs and gestures lost to most people, if it was not for her enhanced senses Ana would missed them as well. In fact, if not for the nature of Ana's infobroker job thus large spans of time spent with Min, The Menagerie's espionage extraordinaire, that gave her the knowledge to spot and understand most of these signals.

What conclusion did you reach? Such questions and others like it zipped around Ana's head at breakneck speeds, not a very pleasant one for you by the looks of it, was her conclusion by the end of it.

She tilted her head slightly while giving an innocently questioning look, her anti-interrogation training kicked into high gear, placing up a natural yet impervious air of ignorance around her. The starry winged girl refocused her gaze on the Nephilim as the DJ began with the first song of the night, "Hey, I ah get you're not the dancing type...but...well...you did go out of your way to come here on my request. It'd be a waste being a dance and all so, ugh," she stepped dainty beside the half-angel and extended her subtly scarred hand, "So please, just one?"

On the way, Abbas was intercepted by the bronze eyes of Blair, who after an instant's glance over her shoulder, instantly picked up on what he was curious about. There was a couple with wings, and growing taller was what pricked his interest? Looking behind him, Sarah's face confirmed her fears, and her glaring eyes returned to the immortal.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?"

Maybe it was the fact that her hand held Clive's, or maybe it was just that she didn't like women being disrespected, but something blurted those words out.

((OOC: Sorry for the delay))

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Abbas paused his dance and looked down at Sarah, an apology written over his face, "Pardon me, Miss Cassady, but would you excuse me for a moment?" He asked. Not waiting for an answer, rude of him he knew, the Immortal made his way off the floor and waved to the massive young woman.

"You there! Would you come here a moment?" He called.

Halle hobbled over to the Immortal, squinting down at him as she did so.
"Ey," she noted.

Abbas ignored Blair, her anger going over his head, and looked up at the young, but admittedly tall woman.

She was squinting at him, and the Immortal glanced around, unable to catch sight of whoever may be her partner, then back to her. "Are you alright?" He asked, "You don't look so good. Where's your partner for the evening?"

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She was squinting at him, and the Immortal glanced around, unable to catch sight of whoever may be her partner, then back to her. "Are you alright?" He asked, "You don't look so good?"

"Ye."

A loud dark voice came from the far side of the room, everyone heard it very clearly, regardless of hearing capability.

"I'm here."

From a wall, what most thought was just a bundle of curtains, came marching a giant. He shifted his weight left and right of his body, making the robes on his body gently bounce with each of his massive steps He stood 2 feet taller than most, if not all people who were there, wading through forward through the hall like a person through water that's up to his chest, his heavy steps making his size all the more intimidating. The few staff members that were there were too slow to move out of his way he moved gently out of the way, much like a father would move his child. Through the top of his head a blue light was emanating, it wasn't very strong, but it was very much noticeable. It illuminated the giants face slightly, revealing the husk of a man's head to those around. As he journeyed from one side of the room to the other, he could see the shock and fear within the people he passed by. He expected no less, even he was afraid of giants, their size dwarfing anyone smaller was very intimidating. As he approached about 3/4ths of the way, a short girl stood in his path. Light had seen what had happened, and as he was about to pass by, he put his hand on her back and whispered gently, in the softest voice he could. "I saw what happened, come with me and I will speak to your partner." His hand gently glided Sarah forward towards Halle and Abbas. He approached Halle, the other (slightly smaller) giant in the room. As he got near, he halted his movement, his loose robe moving forward in front of him and gently falling down to the ground. Silence came, but it was very brief, for Light had no interest in dramatization. He was here to connect.

"I appreciate your arrival, Mrs Halle." Light spoke as curtsy as he good with his raspy dark voice, and although it wasn't good, you could tell he was at least trying. As he spoke, he moved his right arm in front of his body, having it across his chest, and bowed forward to a 60 degree angle. Some of the scarf on his head even reached down and touched the ground as he bowed. He spoke again as he came back to his normal standing. "I thank you for coming for this dance."

Then turning his head towards the other fans and fighters, he bowed once more. This time, putting both his hands through the opposite sleeve as he bowed, holding his arms out. "I must humbly greet you all, my name is Light, but you all may call me Mr L. Its a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances."

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"Hey, I ah get you're not the dancing type...but...well...you did go out of your way to come here on my request. It'd be a waste being a dance and all so, ugh," she stepped dainty beside the half-angel and extended her subtly scarred hand, "So please, just one?"

The question caught him off guard. Instinctively, he readied himself for a no answer....

His mind shut the idea down. A thought had struck him. Maybe not genius. Maybe not perfect. But it was an idea. A plan. Something he needed to execute, otherwise he might drive himself mad throughout the evening.

"Fine," he responded, pushing himself away from the table with a little smirk. "Just one though. That'll probably be the only one you'll want to have when you see my terrible dancing skills."

Sarah unwillingly glided towards the tall lady and as she did she felt a mixture of emotions. Namely, surprise and outrage. Who was this lady to draw her date away from her and then pull Ms. Cassady away from where she was. It was an impressive sight sure but she had failed to be amused in the slightest at what was going to on. She needed some sort of explanation to all of this and maybe. Maybe after all of that she could resume a dance with her partner. She calmed her tone and asked the tall lady what was happening.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Abbas held a hand up to Sarah then spread his palms out wide.

"Excuse my abrupt and rude departure from the dance floor, Ms. Cassady. It's just, this girl entered the bathroom standing no taller than you are now, but reentered the room as you see her now. Not only that, but she seemed to be hurt and/or at least a little woozy, the sight of her had me worried."

He bowed his head low, frowning, "Again, my apologies. It was rude and un-thoughtful to just leave you on the dance floor."

The Immortal turned to Light, who had brought Sarah over, and nodded to him, "Thank you."

"Mrs Sarah, I humbly apologize on my partners behalf that we caused such trouble between you and the gentleman here. Please accept my dearest apology" Light spoke calmly, like a father talking to a child, but had no feeling of being patronizing and more strangely warm than one would expect from an undead giant. As Abbas spoke however, his blue fire eyes fixed themselves upon him in a very serious manor. However, it was strangely not threatening, it felt more like just any normal person paying attention to another. This feeling Light had, what was it? It didn't feel warm, but there was something he just felt in his still beating heart. As if something was clasping on it, trying to crush it without there being any pain. Whatever it was, Light made a conscious choice to ignore it.

Mr L gave no reply to Abbas, instead, one of his blue fires extinguished themselves and then ignited again along with him bowing his head. One can only assume it was a wink he gave. Straightening himself again, he looks towards Halle. He extends an arm, and opens his hand but keeps the robe onto the hand, as not to scare or make her uncomfortable as his dry dead hands were incredibly cold. "I presume you must be Halle, its a pleasure to meet a young woman such as yourself. As you know, my name is Mr L, or you at least remember me as Light. Its a pleasure to properly make your acquaintance."

Abbas sighed, glancing down. He pointed behind himself, back towards the dance floor, and began backing up, "I'll be... Over there."

Strolling over, the Immortal sat down on the edge of the platform and put his face in his hands, groaning. "You think you're better than everyone else huh Abbas? You think you can just ditch your dance partner who took her own time to come here and invite me?"

He rubbed his eyes, "Ugh... What's wrong with me?"

Ana responded with another of her trademark smiles, "Oh please, you can't be anymore uncoordinated than some other people I've danced with throughout my trips."

The winged messenger looked around as she and her partner approached the dance floor. Seems some trouble was brewing, or at least that's what it sounded like from her superior hearing. She nearly tripped when a literal mountain of a man seemed to materialize out of nowhere form within some freakin' window curtains, not only that now that she got a better look the huge man's trajectory was heading towards another tall attendee...wait she wasn't that tall before. Ana would have doubted her memory except for the fact it was Eidetic, What in the hell happened to her? but if the taller newcomer was her partner it kind of made sense...oh, well like she was anyone to have a say in the matter.

The winged duo managed to make it without any trouble, though Ana did feel quite bad for the brunette that was left on her lonesome. Ana carefully maneuvered to a spot that would throw the least attention on the poor girl, Ana remembered the girl being called Sarah during the girl's earlier conversations, when the winged pair began to dance, and if what Eric said was right the pair would become the center of attention...if the scene by the two giants would resolve itself peacefully.

"Okay then, I'll take the lead," Ana promptly began after curling her wings in. She liked to think she was quite proficient at dancing, not a professional by any means but at least capable of not embarrassing herself, or those she was dancing with. It seemed like those lessons Min gave her on the art would produce fruit again. The Starry-winged girl began slow letting herself get a feel of how her partner moved, and hopefully vice versa.


(OOC: Does anyone know how high the roof is?)

The slow pace continued for a few, drawn out moments, as the music kept going at a slow jazzy pace, waiting for the chance to take off. The slow waltz music continued with some slow drums, symbols clashing, snares pounding, mixed with dulcet tones of saxophones and trumpets quietly humming in the foreground. Slow tempo was matched by slow steps. The winged individuals locked themselves in dancing hold, wings folded, keeping a courteous distance from each other.

Eric mirrored her partner's movements, watching the drama unfold, and scanning the dance-floor from side to side. Abbas, Halle, Clive, Loch, Blair, all these other characters blended into the background, and for a second, the half-angel was drawn inexplicably to the pale skinned 'Mr L.' For two reasons. First, his entire body radiated with electromagnetic energy. Infrared and Radio waves melded together with long-wavelength ultraviolet, tracing patterns across his skin only he could feel.

And second? This 'Mr L...' he was dead.

Necromantic energies wafted off his body, radiating a magical stench of death and creeping decay. He could almost feel the rot, the pain, and the slow descent back into a lifeless shell, only fit for fertiliser. It was a miracle he was intact; the spell felt old by normal standards. What had brought him back? Why was he dead in the first place? Was this another wielder of the sacrosanct?

But first, he had to figure out what to do with Ana. Priority number one.

Eric smirked. He might've been telling a teensy bit of a white lie when he'd said he was a bad dancer. He definitely wasn't good, not by anyones standards. When he solo danced, he looked even stupider than when he tried to initiate small talk. Partner-dancing however...

The music began to slow to a complete stop, signalling a small, momentary pause. Ana gave a surprised squawk as the nephilim drew her in to a tight dance hold. Before she could respond further, Eric whispered, "I think I'll take the lead back now."

With a drumroll, a brass fanfare opened up its musical broadside, unleashing a harmonious stream of fast-paced quavers and semiquavers. He quickly sped the unsuspecting avian across the room, spinning them around, turning her out and in, whirling her like the eponymous dervishes of old. A small crowd drew itself around the pair as he continued the dance, executing complex maneuver after complex maneuver. Eric focused only too things. Improvisation, and the jazz. Swinging couplets bounced across the room, dancing through his body, making his limbs move with musical fire. The notes flowed into him, translating into an internal beat. One-two-three-four, One-two-three-four...

His old musical memories came flooding back, and Eric relaxed to a level just above completely content. He wasn't forgetting his plan... but he might as well enjoy the execution.

Loch and Bartholomew waddled around as they danced lazily in a circle, Loch taking the opportunity to look around. This event had attracted quite the interesting ensemble of people. Another grim reaper, what from the outburst he overheard, a shapeshifter, an avian, an angel to his slight distaste, and two immortals; one seeming more cursed than gifted their situation. He never did like angels, having to deal with their holier-than-thou attitude when soul exchanges happened was never the best experience. Also due to his... more unsanctioned activities, his relations with some angels were rocky, to put it the best way. He didn't recognize this one though so he doubt the two would have much trouble. However in his pondering, he hadn't realized his feet had gotten lighter and he was holding onto nothing. He was only snapped out of it when he heard the small squeak of his little brother.

Bartholomew had caught on a particular scent, it was a scent he had grown accustom to as was his duty and grown to be quite fond of. Death was both his job and his meal ticket so the scent of a dying man was as hard to resist as cookies. The little boy had snuck away and bounced over to Light, tugging on the man's robes to get his attention. The man didn't seemed to be dying, and the smell was quite odd as it felt mixed with a different scent. It smelled old like the cookie-man, but this one had a particular stench to it, as if it wasn't sealed properly. Bartholomew wiped some drool creeping down his lips and tugged on the man's robes again as he craned his neck up to see, his hood falling off his head as his eye pierced through the shadows of the man's and the boy squeaked. "Pretty eyes."