It was a curious answer. Naturally, there were people that were just good with faces, but this was a party and unless this party just moved around it seemed odd that he would know them all. "So just a good memory for faces? That's an impressive and useful talent," Ariadne mused as she moved with the music. She had inherited the Italian style of dance, effortless and at the same time almost a bit sultry.
"Friend of a friend, like everyone else here," she replied with a shrug, "Curious people though. Suppose everyone here is considering that we are partying in an abandoned town." Despite his clumsy dancing he was handsome and the crowd of people around them made it so they had to dance closer, something she didn't mind.
Kind of weird... Malchior was becoming more and more certain she wasn't supernatural. After all, this was a normal party by their standards. Though that begged the question how was she possibly here? His gaze went to the ruins. "It does. Like time has frozen and any minute the window will be opened to air the room," he agreed, finding her more and more interesting.
He watched her get up, but soon stood to catch up with her. If she really was mortal, that was bad enough. If she accidentally got attacked by a drunk supernatural, it was a disaster. "If you don't mind, I would like to accompany you. After all, walking around here alone might not be safe," he said as he caught up with her, falling in with her steps, "So you enjoy the ruins? What made you come to the party then?" How did she find out about it?
"Now, that one is a bit harder to explain. Suppose it's fair to say that...I just take in faces and keep track," Dante said thoughtfully. This woman has no idea what he was. Was it possible they were not supernatural at all?
"How did you hear about this party?" He asked curiously. It was awkward dancing, he wasn't a dancer, but he was trying to find out more about this woman. She was beautiful, at least.
Dante didn't usually have the chance or comfort level to chase women. In this case, it was another reason.
"It's, uh, been a while and kind of weird here," Arella said, glancing around. She liked the ruins at least. "It's almost like they're waiting for the owners to come back, doesn't it?"
Placing the empty drink down she started away from the plaza to take in the rest of the place. It wasn't often one got to explore an old town like this.
The music would guide her back.
There was something downright cute about the brunette. Malchior supposed that had to do with the blond friend as she was clearly the one that men ogled. "It's nice to meet you," he said with a smile.
When the chameleon and Ariadne had gone off to dance he took in Ariadne's spot. He took in Arella and it seemed clear she was not too thrilled to be here. Was it because of the war? He had never seen her before. "Not much of a party person?" he asked, wanting to figure out what she was about.
Both men were handsome, each in their own way. Ariadne took them in with a keen eye. Something was off, but she couldn't say what. Hearing the offer to dance, she smiled. "I thought you would never ask," she teased and downed the rest of her drink before following Dante to the dance floor.
Dancing she looked to Dante. "So you know all the faces here? How does that work?" she asked curiously, wondering if he had a photographic memory or something.
"Not such a bad thing," Arelle drank carefully, taking in the two males. When asked her name she rose her eyebrows almost asking if he meant her. "I'm, uh, Arella."
She thought about offering her hand to him as an afterthought. By then it would have been even more awkward. They were both easily attractive, only Malchoir seemed more earnest.
Almost holding her cup carefully she took them in more carefully.
A name was a precious thing. Dante was careful when it was given out, it wasn't even a true name, it was a guarded secret among doppelgangers.
"Dante," the male said offering a smile. "So...how about about a dance?"
That was meant towards Adriana, not wanting to reassure someone that it was okay here. Certainly when he was sure they didn't belong here.
Malchior had a feeling that the chameleon was only doing this to annoy him and it was working. That was the worst part. Couldn't that guy just mind his own business for once?
"Oh, he knows a lot more than that," he said as he too stepped up to the girls. There were occasionally new faces around, usually local mages or creatures that hadn't gone out of their country, but that was rare.
"Is that so?" Ariadne muttered, though it was clear that the new arrival didn't mean it as a compliment, and then smiled, "Well, I'm Ariadne." "Malchior," he replied with his own charming smile, "And you are?" He looked to the brunette.
If it meant that he would act interested to infuriate the other side, then he would do so. Especially if it meant it was that man. For all of their abilities all the work landed on his back with changing to other people.
"Ah, new faces, I was wondering if we'd be stuck with these people for a while," Dante smiled, the accent a mixture of mostly Italian with the traces of British.
"You can know all these faces?" Arelle asked amazing. There must have been over one hundred people here.
Ariadne gave a nod. What it exactly was she couldn't say, but they were odd. "Definitely, but I suppose you have to be, if you are partying in an abandoned city. Doesn't exactly happen a lot, does it?" she pointed out, wondering if it was a scene thing.
Taking her own drink, she too had to agree that there was something wrong here. People were way too tense for a party. There was just something in the air. Curiously she gazed over to the guy that was watching them. "He's not bad looking," she mused, sipping her drink, "Though I'm not sure if he ain't looking at you. Though don't look now. There is another guy coming." Arella was pretty no doubt and she wouldn't step in, if that was the case.
One had to say that there was an irony to this party. They were on the brink of a civil war and here they were partying like nothing was wrong. Still, he wasn't going to sulk and be a downer. He may as well enjoy himself.
Malchior gave an irritated sound when he saw the chameleon step in front of the girls. Damn guy. Not that he was going to let that chameleon get in the way. The brunette was cute, though she clearly was not as comfortable. He gave a nice smile as he moved over to the two women, though the chameleon would reach them first.
"They're an odd lot, aren't they? Curious is an understatement," Arella agreed, taking the drink carefully. There were groups and they seemed tense. Watching them she couldn't help but feel this was more Jersey Shore.
"There's someone interested already," she pointed out amused. It normally was Adriana when they were out. She learned to sit back and enjoy the show.
To say he was in the opposite of a party mood, that was as an understatement. With his arms folded across his chest his eyes drifted to Malchoir as he seemed to be making a move.
He'd just get even. He rose from the wall walking over before the other male did.
"The bugs aren't that much of a problem," Ariadne replied but finally did give into a nod, "Okay, okay. Though one could argue that something might still happen." She couldn't help teasing her cousin a bit.
It was by far the weirdest party she had ever been to. She couldn't put her finger on why that was. Getting her own drink, she scanned the crowd. "It's a curious bunch and no one I know," she said, wondering who all these people were.
Melchior spotted the two women at the bar. He couldn't recall seeing them before, but they were beautiful. Perhaps he should approach them.
"Please do. I don't want to sit out here being eaten by bugs alone wondering if you're okay or not," Arella said before they found their way to the writhing bodies. They seemed to be more than just enjoying a party, no, it seemed like the Olympics.
She settled for a drink hoping it would settle her nerves. Parties were hardly her thing with all the strangers. She would remain by her cousin as long as she'd tolerate her.
Soon they heard the sound of music and saw the lights. It was easy enough to join a crowd, though Ariadne had absolutely no idea what nationality they were. It was none that she had ever met.
The inside was very fascinating and she looked around before listening to Arella. "Okay, I'll try to remember, but no promises," she replied, knowing that once she got into a party mood that she easily forget the time, "Now... Where are those drinks? Anything you want to start with?" If she met someone she fancied, it was possible that something might happen.
The lights was the first indicator that there was something going on. All midlevel to not attract too much attention. Joining the center of a group of what she thought was tourists from Spain, somehow they were more excited than what should be.
It was easy to slip into the maze of the town. Looking around she gave a grin. "So, we should meet right there if we get separated at one in the morning. And text if we go home with anyone. Yeah?"
She liked the safe way,not that she was the sort to go home with just anyone.
"Well, it would definitely give you some experience and that's pretty beneficial," Ariadne pointed out, "Naturally you need to decide what's best. I'm sure everyone would be happy if you helped out." She too jetted between Milan and here to help out as much as she could.
She nodded as she followed her cousin through the town. It was a nice city, but naturally the old one would be even nicer. Hearing the question, she had to chuckle. "It wouldn't be a fun party if it was legal," she replied and headed for the abandoned town. At least to her it made sense that it would be there.
"Maybe in a year or two. It might not be bad, but you know getting involved in the family business might be good," Arella shrugged slightly. It had been fun, a lot of hard work, and two failed relationships. But there was a good degree and she planned on staying her and finding out what else there was.
"Alright then," she said before they went through the new town. Which was still old seeing the signs to the old town she pointed to it. "Do you think they'd have an illegal party in an old abandoned town?"
Ariadne gave her cousin a look. "Don't doubt my party finding abilities. It has come in handy and trust me, I never miss a good party," she told her before chuckling, "I suppose that is tough. I mean a different kind of tough compared to surviving in a fashion magazine, but tough. Do you really want to go to Yale? You could do so many things that aren't that." Having not gone to college herself, she didn't quite see the point of it.
When her cousin was ready Ariadne nodded and opened the convertible. Not her own, but the family's. She knew the roads well and soon they reached the abandoned city. Curiously she looked around. "It has to be here somewhere...," she said slowly, her eyes scanning the buildings.
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