Abbas nodded, "Fair enough, but even after a long enough amount of time you start to become fatigued by your favorite thing to do. It's honestly getting a bit boring." He stroked his chin with a free hand, "I haven't really got anything else to do besides gaming and fighting in the RHG."

He looked down at his hand, still in Sarah's, and back up, "I suppose dating is always an option but I never really saw a point as whoever I may end up with would die in the end."

The Immortal frowned, realizing how depressing the thought was, "That's rather sad actually." He pouted for a second, pondering his answer, then shook his head, "Though if the person is worth the pain of losing, then they must be able to keep me happy for as long as I have them."

"Well you could always try something new if you want to spice up your life." She said. Really she imagined that he already thought of that. He was an immortal and he wasn't exactly and idiot after all. He probably just hadn't figured out what to do yet. And she couldn't decide that for him either. She was sure he'd figure something out and she would be the first to know through monitors when he did. The only secret place she could think of was the Dojo and even that had a bug from the RHG for a few weeks before it was destroyed, she presumed by the owner. And as for a romantic interest. Well he hoped Abbas could find someone suitable for him. She definitely knew she didn't have anything special about her that so many of candidates did and they'd probably never see each other after this date, but at least they could be happy now. Secretly, she frowned at the whole thought of not being good enough for someone as special as him. Not him specifically but people like him in general.

The Immortal shook his head again and shrugged off the thought, "I have, a lot. But I always end up back at fighting. It's the only thing that thrills me anymore."

He smiled, continuing to shake his head, as if disagreeing with himself, "Listen to me, complaining about what bothers me. That's foolish, I chose to be immortal, and accepted the terms behind being so. They were fully thought over and I agreed to them. I shouldn't be complaining, I've lived a good life thus far."

With that he turned his back to the table, ever so slightly leaning on it for support, and tapped his foot to the music's beat, grinning wide. He let go of Sarah's hand for a moment and flexed his fingers, staring at them all the while, "I'd given up on humanity some time ago, you know. I thought they were incapable of righting their wrongs and going down the right path, that human's can't stop doing evil."

He retook his date's hand again, "But recently I've begun to think differently."

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"May I be honored to have this dance with you, Halle Mackinson?"

Halle cocked a brow and lured Mr. L. on to the ballroom floor.

Following her lead, Light approached Halle, keeping his body close to hers. Looking into her yellow-green eyes, he felt enthralled in her, captivated by her. With no hesitation, as if his muscles were now in the lead and were making the decisions instead of him, his left hand grabbed her right hand and lifted it up away from the two, his hand wrapped around hers. Her hand felt warm, comfortable, nice to touch, and her skin was soft, like a fresh pillow. Despite his body moving and acting without his commands for it, Light showed no surprise, rather opting to stay being stuck in the sight of Halle, his mind frozen on her as if looked on by Medusa. He looked down into her, some of his scarf gently falling onto her face, or dangling in front of her. Gently, he moved the pieces on her face off with his right hand, softly comforting her face as he touched it, feeling the physical beauty of her. His heart beating loudly, all he heard was his body reacting excitedly to what was happening, his eyes growing on average a bit brighter, while still keeping to the beat. Then, slowly, he put his right hand on her back, nearly wrapping his arm completely on her back, his hand touching the opposite side his arm ended, nodding his head for her to do the same.

"Follow my lead."

Holding her close to his body, he moved both their bodies back and forth on the ballroom floor, stepping backwards and forwards, keeping their movements synced to each other's moves and keeping the dance flowing. Moving her once more, this time leading them both by his left hand, moving them around in the circle that the crowd of people watching had formed. Close to everyone was staring, not that Light minded. Despite both partners size and weight, they moved smoothly on the floor, and keep their steps quiet and gentle on the ground. Moving back and forth in one singular motion, moving around constantly, Light's heart only beat stronger and stronger, to the point where Halle could feel it as he held her close to his body. The lights in the room slowly dimmed as the two moved, until there was only one dim spotlight fixed on the duo

Thats when it happened. Somehow, beyond Light's control, light was forming underneath him. Each step the two took around the room left small soft balls of light that illuminated the room, floating gently upwards and creating a dimly lit atmosphere of where the two danced, illuminating beautifully the two as they moved together. The small balls of light illuminated the whole ballroom, awing many of the spectators who themselves also were illuminated by the light. The light created an amazing atmosphere of light and dark, the two would walk through small pockets of light and reveal themselves to the crowd, only to go back into the dim light, the only light illuminating them there was the blue fire in Light's eyes, silhouetting the two to the crowd like two shadows dancing in the night. While not feeling any pain, Light knew the balls of light was burning his body, but he didn't care. It was too beautiful a moment to care.

Slowly, he moved them both to the center of the room, slowing down their movements, until they simply waved back and forth in sync to each other. Moving his and her hand down, Light put both of Halle's hand around his neck, and put both his hands on her hips. He looked gently at her, his eyes glowing brightly, contrasting to the white lights floating around them. He looked down to his partner, his own eyes gently calming down to small embers. Slowly, he rested his forehead against hers, his scarf covering her face and his fires illuminating them both underneath the large cloth. For a while they both stood there, moving back and forth like waves, just looking into each other.

Then, as the song slowly faded away into the silence, and the balls of light slowly faded away, and all that was left was the duo in a dim spotlight, illuminated by blue fire in a sea of dim darkness. As the lights came back on, Light lifted his head from Halle's head, and looked at her, while moving his hands away from her hips, taking down her hands from his neck, and holding both of her hands tightly with his own.

"Thank you for this dance, Halle."

With those words, the crowd applauded the two, some whoops and cheers even coming into it.

After getting over the initial shock, Ana stared at the nephilim like he grew a second head. The sheer audacity this asshole had was shocking to the point she nearly flipped him the bird on impulse. Instead she narrowed her gaze, "Are you F**king serious, after all that shit you spouted about family, you really think I would sell out my own?"

She nearly screeched but managed to control the volume of her voice, "And don't think you can do that memory-shit again, or did you think my training didn't include anti-mind-reading, anti-truth serum, anti-hypnosis, and all that other stuff, I was specifically made and trained to handle sensitive information, I chose to give you those hints, now use that damn brain of yours and figure it out, or better yet have that lady friend of yours dig up our information. Our services may not be cheap but we get the job done."

She turned and headed for a table close to the dance floor but before leaving she said one more thing, "And if you pursue me further, I can have a federal judge put you behind bars for a very long time...if you think I'm bluffing remember what you saw in my memory." With that she left yet she kept her senses on high alert to watch out for him, she'd pack it out of here through one of the windows if necessary.

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'Oh be careful what you wish for, I can almost do a flip! But I don't know if it works with a slow song! Next fast one, you're on!'

Clive's shoulders jiggled, and he matched her movements for a bit, his own motions smooth and beat-wise. *I believe you without a shadow of a doubt* he signed to her.

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'You're not like the others...what do you think?'

As his partner twirled, Clive rotated with her, maintaining eye contact. *Uh...* he fumbled. *Think of what?*

He came out of his spin with another stagger, feeling nervous and fluttery for some reason. Was she...? Wait, no...he wasn't going to finish that thought. She didn't think he was attractive, did she? The idea made him feel confused, excited, scared and a number of other emotions all at once. Of course not! Besides...there was no place for the living in the world of the dead. Still, he didn't have to go back...at least, not right away.

Clive shook his head, trying to focus on the music.

Peeking out of a slit in the back of his hood, Katrina kept tabs on the rest of the room's occupants. She could sense the tension of the winged ones, and it was making her slightly agitated. As Clive went for a fluid twirl, he spotted the big grey dead man, "Mr. L" as his partner called him, releasing light balls across the dance floor. Seeing them excited the reaper, and he slowed his dance a bit to take in the awesome spectacle.

She honestly didn't care whether Abbas had a right to complain or not. It was human nature to sign up for something without knowing what you were getting into or to discover some sort of unforeseen consequence after so much time. She wouldn't have blamed him if he hated his life and while he seemed contented enough, it was a shame that he hadn't found some suitable hobby to replace fighting. She supposed that was just something that there would never be a shortage of.

On a much lighter note, he seemed to be figuring something out about humanity. Something positive that made him no longer give up on it. And she wanted to know what it was. "May I ask what changed your mind? Especially after all of this time?" She asked him curiously.

"Let me just ask, what kind of mercenary company do you think we are? Some small time group based out of a single city or something? because if you are then you'd be dead wrong. We're global, besides we don't actually hide all that much, I'm sure you're part of the deep underground just look for the Menagerie, I'm sure you'll find us."

Hah, so it's come down to this then. At that moment she activated the mark on her back, it wasn't magic or anything detectable just a skill she was born with, basically anyone she'd marked as part of her "Flock" became connected to a globe spanning communications network capable of two way communication. She sent out a distress signal to everyone in the Menagerie, surprisingly at the moment she could feel four people within the city and a few others within close proximity, Erik was a given but she could also sense Yukino since she decided to live here as well but surprisingly she could feel the presence of Min and Jerome. What, why was Jerome here, and so close as well?

Eric's phone buzzed in his pocket. Someone was trying to contact him for something. It seemed urgent.

"Stop being so goddamn evasive," Eric growled. "If I wanted to, I could just dig though your memories without permission. I don't have to be so civil." The avian gave him a sarcastic glare. "You know there are a billion different ways this could turn out, and I could end this in an instant if I wanted to."

He took a deep breath. Anger and sarcasm were not helping his case here. He needed to try a calmer tact. "Look. I get that you want to protect your friends here. I completely understand that." He withdrew his hand, dropping to a far more calm tone. "But without assurance, we are going to end up at odds. And I can see that the last thing you want is to throw them under a bus. If you give me honest answers, no one has to end up getting hurt."

Something had gotten lost in translation, but Blair did her best to obscure it until Clive was facing the Light show, smiling kindly at him while her hand slid back into his. Taking the faintest step back, she did her best to slip out of his peripheral vision as she observed him. Sure, he did ask her to clarify what she wanted his thoughts on but... what was the option that made him fumbly? Nervousness? Anxiety? Blair was about 99% positive he was some sort of reaper, so a squabbling couple shouldn't spark those emotions, right? It didn't help that she just had eyes and body motions to work with, she normally needed a whole face to really read someone. ...It couldn't have been about her, could it?

No, that was insane. Blair shook her head, almost chuckling to herself at the absurdity of the thought. Loch mentioned it being centuries since the two last met, and the average human lived to the 70s, 80s. That'd be akin to her and a dog, lifespan wise, right? ...Then again though, she did love dogs, and she always wanted one, even though deep down, she knew she'd outlive it. Bad comparison then? It had to be.

Either way, a piece of her wanted to answer with the truth, if he thought what was happening between the winged duo was going to keep escalating and if they should work to diffuse the situation, but... the question almost seemed to make him vulnerable. Would it be like a rejection if he found out it had nothing to do with either of them? Well, maybe the situation was going to work itself out anyway.

It felt painful to not look over her shoulder and check, but the flyers would have to be pretty stupid to start something in a room full of gladiators, in a RHG sponsored event. ...Right?

Quote from Crank

would have to be pretty stupid to start something in a room full of gladiators, in a RHG sponsored event. ...Right?

((OOC: if we want to start a riot at some point during this, that would actually be pretty dope imo))

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((OOC: if we want to start a riot at some point during this, that would actually be pretty dope imo))

((OOC: Don't even think about it. Also, sorry I was missing for a while. Was out of town for the weekend.))

Abbas nodded, breathing out slowly, then replying, "Honestly... I'm not sure. All I do know is that I couldn't put any trust in another member of humankind."

He sighed and looked down, "A shameful assumption to make. I became irritable and unsympathetic, sometimes even angry or spiteful. I wasn't exactly the type of person you want to be around. Namely, I became the type of man that I'd come to despise. A rather ironic twist of fate."

He smiled, "But that's when I met two fellow men, both from a past not worth mentioning, who taught me that some men not only fight for themselves, but for those around them, some they don't even know, simply to save them from a tragic fate. These two retold what it means to noble, fighting for something greater than yourself."

He glanced down, "That's what I fight for now. I don't take down criminals because I despise them, but rather because I wish to protect those around me. Those who are innocent, that is why I fight."

The Immortal took notice of a commotion coming from behind him, caused by the two winged individuals, two who Abbas assumed were angels. He looked back to Sarah and whispered, close to her ear, "You think I try and go calm those two down?" He asked.

(OOC: All the sudden i'm wondering how quick an intruder would die if they tried a holdup and who exactly would be the one to do it.)

Sarah thought about it. It made sense that Abbas found someone to restore his faith in humanity. It's like she knew from experience, there were some good people and it was only a matter of time before someone like her partner met one. It also traced back to his recent interference in two robberies or at least the two she saw if he interfered with more. Justice had come up as a possibility to her but to help others seemed likely as well. And here he was saying he wasn't a hero earlier.

Cassady looked over at the two winged beings from earlier. They did in fact look like angels or at least some depictions of them. She looked back at the gladiator with a serious stern look on her face. "I think you should but just be careful alright? If they start acting up it wouldn't do to have to drive you to the ER." Although the footage and interviews would be great considering she had a camera stashed away, a fight would not be worth it.