[center][h1][b][color=9354FF]Fritz "Ryn" Hendrix[/color][/b][/h1][color=9354FF]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=9354FF]Location:[/color] Damien Estate’s Ballroom
[color=9354FF]Interaction(s):[/color] Lady Charlotte Vikena [@princess]; Mr. V (Kazumin Nagasa) [@samreaper][/center]
[color=B7AAE0]“I'm alright, and you?”[/color]

Again. She did that again. Hurt surfaced in Ryn’s smile. [color=9354FF]“Disheartened,”[/color] he admitted.

He turned his head toward the other party attendees, keeping one ear attuned to the murmured exchange between Mr. V and Lady Vikena, as his eyes roved over the sea of masks in search of the weasel. It did not take long to spot Peter engaged in a spirited dance with Ms. Persephone. Their movements were delightfully out of sync with the music. There was an anarchic charm in their carefree twirls and steps. A twinge of guilt pricked at Ryn at the thought of interrupting their merriment.

Raising a hand, Ryn attempted to signal Peter. A misinterpretation from a couple of guests across the room led to a few returned waves, but the intended recipient seemed to remain oblivious. Just as Ryn prepared to try again, Peter’s dance shifted. The redhead took a step away from Ms. Persephone and did a [url=https://youtu.be/E8gVXz8ZlHI?t=44]jig[/url]; his feet executed a rapid shuffle while his lifted arms remained relatively still, save for the familiar cant.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b]Peter[/b][/h1][b]Time:[/b] Night
[b]Location:[/b] Damien Estate Ballroom
[b]Interaction(s):[/b] [s]Persephone[/s] Olivia [@Potter][/center]
[color=LightPink]“So, Rogue, do you know how to dance as well?”[/color]

Peter barked a laugh. “What? You mean [i]that[/i]?” He gave a dismissive jerk of his chin towards the other couples, shuffling in a monotonous funeral procession. “That ain’t dancing. That’s paint drying.” His grin turned conspiratorial, “[i]This[/i] is a dance.” Without warning, Peter swept Olivia into an energetic dance of his own making. Every twist and turn were spontaneous, guided by nothing but their laughter and whims, a stark contrast to the stiff-backed formality suffocating the room.

As they spun, Peter’s sharp eyes caught sight of Fritz, probably itching to deliver a lecture about Olivia. He weighed the option of pretending not to notice the other man but knew better than to try.

Reluctantly, he took a step back from Olivia and broke into a jig, a ruse for their secret conversation.

Fritz lowered his hand and discreetly signed back. [b][i]Friend.[/i][/b] He angled his finger in Cowlick’s general direction. [b][i]Wants black powder. Can you get some?[/i][/b]

Black powder? Was Cowlick gonna raze C-Bert’s mansion to the ground? The thought sent a wicked grin across his face. That sounded like his kind of thing… But first.

Peter switched up his steps. [b][i]Depends.[/i][/b] He then gave Olivia a quick, meaningful glance. [b][i]Can we keep her?[/i][/b] It was a long shot, but he had to ask.

Fritz just folded his arms in response. Peter shrugged internally. Well, worth the shot. He’d try his luck again later. 

[b][i]On it, Boss.[/i][/b] With a playful hop, Peter returned to Olivia, slowing their dance to a pace that allowed him to draw her close.

“You know, for a noblewoman, Lady Olivia, you’re not half as bad on the dance floor. You go out a lot?” He twirled her under his arm, “I picked up most of my moves from festivals and taverns.” 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][color=9354FF]Fritz "Ryn" Hendrix[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[color=limegreen]“Char...did Lady Violet say anything or show desire towards coming to this party or that other one going on..that..ritual party or something by that huge bear of a man or something?”[/color] Ryn’s ears perked up at the mention of Lady Damien’s name. [color=limegreen]“Basically, I'm asking if you spoke to her prior and if so, if she expressed interest in the events?”[/color]

Ryn surveyed the ballroom for Lady Damien amongst the vibrant gowns and crisp suits. When he failed to locate her, he sought her magical signature—the magicae he had seen at the tea party—through the enchanted lenses, but to no avail. [color=9354FF]“I’ve been here since the party started, but I haven’t seen her at all,”[/color] he said as he continued his search.

Then, from the corner of his enchanted sight, a black amorphous shape crept in. The energy coalesced into tormented visages that dissipated just as quickly. Brief flashes of dark magenta flickered within like lightning in a storm cloud. However, before he could discern the magicae or its bearer, a group of guests walked onto the dance floor, blocking his line of sight at the same moment the enchantment lost its effect. [color=9354FF][i]Well, that’s not ominous and unsettling at all.[/i][/color]

[hider=TL;DR]Spotting Peter dancing with Persephone, Ryn asked Peter to get the gunpowder Kazumin asked for. Peter decided to enjoy his time dancing with Persephone a little bit longer before going to do Ryn’s bidding. Meanwhile, when the subject of Violet comes up, Ryn tries to look for her in the ballroom. Though he didn’t find her, he saw a disturbing magicae.
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