Ragnarök-RP Thread

[DaReaperMan]

"Fine fine..."Rhongomyniad murmured

Terevion turned to Gabriel and shrugged

"Do we join in or something?"

 

[azontr]

"Fine fine..."Rhongomyniad murmured

Terevion turned to Gabriel and shrugged

"Do we join in or something?"

Gabriel was scrunched up in her chair, simply nibbling on a piece of cooked salmon she picked up with a toothpick, clearly uncomfortable and anxious, which was obvious by how she was trying to avoid eye-contact with anybody, including Terevion, and was trembling and sweating profusely.

"...I... I dunno... I'd rather we just wait to get the information and get out of here..." She muttered extremely quietly.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"...Dance?" Metatron asked, "Forgive me, but I've never done that. In these heels, we'd most definitely collapse..." Metatron said sternly.

"...Don't worry, Metatron! I can help you keep your balance" Lance said, smiling warmly at the angel. He stood up, and reached his arm out towards him.

"...back in the real world...I used to love dances like this.."

 

[DaReaperMan]

"Same here, also..." Terevion responded, handing Gabriel one of the pills and getting his own fish to eat

 

[azontr]

Gabriel gladly scarfed it down, her trembling slowly ceasing, "Gimme another..." She requested, still a bit scrunched up as she leaned against Terevion.

"...Don't worry, Metatron! I can help you keep your balance" Lance said, smiling warmly at the angel. He stood up, and reached his arm out towards him.

"...back in the real world...I used to love dances like this.."

Metatron sighed, "Whatever you say, Lance..." Metatron begrudgingly grabbed Lance's hand, allowing the magician to lift him to his feet.

 

[DaReaperMan]

"You don't seem like you need it." Terevion responded, not really bothered by Gabriel's leaning into him

 

[azontr]

"You don't seem like you need it." Terevion responded, not really bothered by Gabriel's leaning into him

"What is that supposed to mean? I do need it, so just gimme another..." Gabriel requested once more, ceasing her leaning as she picked up another piece of salmon and gobbled it down.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Metatron sighed, "Whatever you say, Lance..." Metatron begrudgingly grabbed Lance's hand, allowing the magician to lift him to his feet.

Lance smiled. Slowly, he led Metatron to the dance floor, wrapping his arm gently around his side.

"...alright...follow my lead..." he said quietly. Slowly, he began to move forward, beginning to perform a simple Waltz as he began to slowly step in time with the music, slowly rotating the two in a circle as he danced.

 

[DaReaperMan]

"You don't look like your having a anxious breakdown, in fact you look kinda comfortable besides the schrunching up your doing." Terevion responded

Cullthane watched Metatron be brought up to his feet with a glass of wine in one hand and a crystal of some kind in the other

(Imagine if the music they're doing these waltzes and shit to is literally just death metal lol)

 

[azontr]

"...Whatever, Terevion..." Gabriel said, simply turning away from the man.

"Wh- What is this!?" Metatron immediately tripped on his own dress and fell as Lance tried to spin them both around, falling right on his ass. "Ugh..."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Lance quickly grabbed Metatron by the waist before he fell, lifting his back and preventing him from hitting the ground as he slowly lifted him back to his feet.

"Sorry, Metatron...perhaps we should go slower..." he said quietly, flashing him an apologetic smile.

 

[DaReaperMan]

"You know I think I'm starting to figure out what all the chuckles and such were about..." Terevion said, shrugging

 

[azontr]

Metatron's cheeks, for a moment, seemed to flash a tiny golden blush before nigh-instantly disappearing, Metatron dusting himself off a bit. "Yes, perhaps we should go a bit slower..."

"What the hell are you talking about...?" Gabriel asked Terevion.

(Now I sleep.)

 

[DaReaperMan]

"You'll find out soon enough, since I just suspect." Terevion responded

 

[Setsuna_tenma]

good night. I am going to online classes so i am off as well

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Metatron's cheeks, for a moment, seemed to flash a tiny golden blush before nigh-instantly disappearing, Metatron dusting himself off a bit. "Yes, perhaps we should go a bit slower..."

"What the hell are you talking about...?" Gabriel asked Terevion.

(Now I sleep.)

Lance smiled, trying to keep himself from blushing as he slowly moved back to position. Gently, he began to sway with the music, gingerly stepping to the left and right. His movements were slow and telegraphed, focusing on making Metatron more comfortable with the dance.

"...is this alright...?" He asked quietly.

 

[azontr]

Lance smiled, trying to keep himself from blushing as he slowly moved back to position. Gently, he began to sway with the music, gingerly stepping to the left and right. His movements were slow and telegraphed, focusing on making Metatron more comfortable with the dance.

"...is this alright...?" He asked quietly.

"..Th-... This is adequate..." Metatron murmured, the Seraphim doing his best to go along with Lance's movements despite his clear and apparent inexperience in the art of dance. Metatron then spoke up.

"Do I look pretty in this dress, Lance...?"

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"...You look...wonderful, Metatron. Very pretty indeed." Lance said, smiling at him. He continued to dance, slowly moving around the floor as he made sure that Metatron could keep up with him.

 

[azontr]

Metatron seemed to be slowly getting used to the tempo, "...A-As to be expected... I just wanted to make sure that it looked nice on me, for confirmation, that's all..." Metatron's face drooped a little bit, but he was also smiling, clearly confused on what to think about the current situation.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Lance chuckled a bit.

"...I think you look nice in any outfit, Metatron" he said softly. Seeing that Metatron was getting used to the tempo, he began to make the movements slightly more complex, slowly, gingerly, rotating them in a circle, much slower than his previous attempt.

 

[azontr]

Metatron was nowhere near as inept before, but was still a little bit clumsy in his movements, although, he was swiftly matching Lance's pace and movements.

"I admit... This is rather fun..."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"..I told you it would be entertaining, didn't I?" He said, smiling at the man. Seeing that Metatron was adapting so quickly, Lance slowly picked up the pace, the pair matching tempo with the music as they spun around the dance floor.

 

[azontr]

"Wh-Whoah!" Metatron let out a yelp, Kiara turning to the duo and chuckling a bit as they spun, Metatron nearly falling down but able to keep his balance, accidentally stepping on his own dress again with his heels and having to break away from Lance to avoid falling.

Kiara continued to chuckle at the magician, "Having fun over there?~" She said in a blatantly teasing manner.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Lance laughed.

"...I'm having a blast, Kiara! Though...maybe I should take it easy on Metatron." Lance said, a genuine smile on his face, as he slowly moved back towards the man.

"...I'll go a bit slower, alright?" He said to Metatron.

 

[DaReaperMan]

"Shows who wears the pants in that relationship." Yharon commented purposely within earshot of Metatron

 

[azontr]

"Die in a ditch..." Metatron said to Yharon, backing away from Lance and sitting down with his arms crossed.

"I think you upset him..." Kiara murmured, shrugging.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Lance sighed, his smile fading as he took a seat next to Metatron.

"...I'm sorry. I....shouldn't have tried something like that..." He said quietly.

 

[azontr]

Lance sighed, his smile fading as he took a seat next to Metatron.

"...I'm sorry. I....shouldn't have tried something like that..." He said quietly.

"It's not you're fault, Lance. I was just attempting to enjoy myself and we were merely interuppted by a petulant little ant..." Metatron murmured, now beginning to stuff his face with food.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Lance nodded.

"...Don't let it get to you, Metatron. They're just teasing a bit, that's all." He said, smiling at him. He grabbed a bottle of wine, using his arms to pour himself a glass.

"...Would you like some?" He asked, offering to pour him a glass as well.

 

[DaReaperMan]

"You didn't seem like it Metatron, but regardless, dancing in a dress like that would take a lot of practice." Yharon said with a chuckle

 

[azontr]

Metatron simply sighed at Lance and Yharon, "I'll try some, yes. I don't believe I've ever had this stuff you call wine... Not in a long time, anyway."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"Really? It's quite good!" Lance said. He poured Metatron a glass, before moving it over to him.

"..There is more in the bottle if you like it" He said.

 

[azontr]

Metatron took a sip, swirling the wine in the glass beforehand. "Yes, it is quite delectable... Speaking of which, Lance, duck down."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Lance stared at Metatron blanky for a fraction of a second, before quickly ducking under the table.

"...Is something going to happen...?" He whispered, glancing around.

 

[azontr]

"No, nothing's going to happen." Metatron burst forward in his dress, grabbing a shadowy figure by the neck, and with blinding speed, pinned the figure to the wall.

"Hey!!" Poseidon shouted, "I said no fighting...!"

"Tell that to them. They tried to stab Lance..." Metatron responded, the knights not seeming to do anything, recognizing Metatron's actions were completely in the defense of his contractor, waiting to step in if the violence escalated beyond self-defense, though. "Who are you...?

"Agh!- Okay Okay, I give I give...! Put me down...!" The figure exclaimed, their voice sounding very high-pitched and feminine.

"Oh god damnit, again?" Poseidon stepped up from his seat, "I keep telling you to stop trying to stab everyone you meet..."

 

[DaReaperMan]

"One of yours?" Cullthane asked, malice in his voice as he looked at the individual, Yharon and Rhongomyniad Immediately being on edge while Imperius had to stop himself from attacking and Terevion simply glared at the individual

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Lance slowly stood to his feet, instinctively summoning a dagger as he brandished it towards the person threateningly. Using his arms to grip it due to lacking his hands.

"....Do you know this person, Poseidon?" Lance said cautiously.

David and Masayoshi glanced over, quickly stopping their kiss as they rushed toward's the rest of the party.

 

[azontr]

Poseidon sighed, nodding. "Let him go, Metatron. Before we start any more trouble..." Poseidon requested, the Seraphim lowering the hooded figure to the ground.

"Ugh... That's better..." The hooded figure murmured, actually being quite short, most probably a child. They removed their hood to reveal themselves.

"You're on thin ice here, Dolos. These people were ready to end you." Poseidon warned, crossing his arms.

Kiara shot up over to Lance, clearly worried. "Are you alright, Lance?"

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"I'm fine....Metatron managed to warn me in time." Lance said, slowly lowering his dagger.

He turned toward Dolos.

"...Why....? Why did you try and stab me?" He asked wearily.

 

[azontr]

"Ugh..." The child who called themselves Dolos dusted themselves off, "I was testing your sorry ass... What, you think information like this is good in the hands of people who don't even know how to use it? Luckily for me you have a boy toy to protect you, so you should be fine..."

"Poseidon, who is this?" Rory asked, pointing her sword at Dolos.

"Dolos. God of Treachery and Cunning. He's our informant..." Poseidon informed, "Though, I'd wish he'd have a bit more tact..."