[center][color=#40C4FF][h2]Belladonna[/h2][/color][/center]
[center][color=#40C4FF][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=#CFD8DC] Late Afternoon
[color=#40C4FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi Grand Ball
[color=#40C4FF][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@Tae] - Torvi, [@helo] - Bowyn, [@FunnyGuy] - Umber [@princess] - Malachi  [/color]
[center][color=#40C4FF]Ambience:[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guyF4BKwBC0]Tension Rising[/url]
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Belle stiffened as a voice in her mind began speaking to her. Bewildered and shocked, she began to glance around. There wasn’t anyone standing out. Who was talking to her and why? How did they know? A chill ran down her spine. There was either a spy, or someone with psychokinetic powers. Eyes wide, she kept gazing around as her blue eyes filled with panic. Her attention was broken as Bowyn returned with their drinks. She could only half-hear what he was saying. Something about a princess - not her problem. She didn’t care for the drama or whatever the hell they were doing. Still, she noted it for later - perhaps an ally in the dumbass rebellion for the Elves to entice instead. 

When he mentioned leaving, Belle nodded eagerly. [color=#40C4FF]”I definitely agree we should lea-”[/color] Belle broke off as a loud voice announced the dancing would commence. She scowled and jumped up, eager to try to leave before it began. She clenched her fists and bit her tongue as she gazed around. The damn papers were transforming into butterflies and obscuring her view. To her horror, Torvi was following her butterfly to her partner. 

[color=#40C4FF]”Torvi! Wait - please!”[/color] Belle cried as she tried to push through the crowd. However, she was knocked aside as people began finding their partners.  Her heart began racing. Frustration mounted as she stood up on tiptoes to try to see over the crowd unsuccessfully; as there were too many creatures in her way. [color=#40C4FF]”Damn it!”[/color] Belle hissed and glared at a few elves who turned to look. They quickly moved away, startled. Belladonna cursed her height for a moment, but knew if she could duck through quckly, it would work. It was then that a young light elf joined, her clothing reminding Belle of fire. For a moment, Belle wished she could pull a fire alarm and force everyone but this fucking world didn’t have one. God, where was her gun when she needed it? 

The light-elf was now Bowyn’s partner, the two of them conversing. Scowling, she watched them for a moment then turned to find a tall, blonde light-elf coming to greet her. She studied him and became impassive. Was he the unknown creature speaking to her? Could elves do that? With uncertainty in her mind but impassiveness in her face, she stared at her partner. She took several deep breaths as she answered the voice in her head: [color=skyblue][i]”A child, huh? You don’t know me at all. You’re calling me the coward when you won’t even come face me yourself. I don’t know who you are but I want you to know you’re a coward and a bully. That’s pathetic of you and shallow as well. Whatever the hell you are - possibly a Demon - add coward to your list. If you or anyone else, hurts my friend, I’ll show you a threat.[/i][/color] Despite not having magic, Belle knew she could defend herself. How she would fare against one of these fantasy creatures though, was another story. Her heels would have to be used - which was a shame, since they were beautiful.

Belle studied her partner’s expression after replying. He looked neutral, but Belle could feel him analyzing her. She had done it many times in the gang and school when coming up with alibis. It was time to become the cunning and calculating snake Gaia had turned her into. Who cared about morals here anyway? There was some psychokinetic creature talking to her in her fucking mind. She sounded nuts thinking about it. This world had more to it than she realized. Belle was going to need to ask Ell and Rosemary about it later. They were neabry her still, dancing with other Elves.

Her dance partner bowed to her and offered her his hand without speaking. This Elf didn’t look like he wanted to dance at all and she agreed with him on that notion. Despite it, Belle smiled sweetly. [color=#40C4FF]”Thank you, sir,”[/color] she replied. She radiated a calm and collected vibe as she curtsied to him while hating it on the inside. Belle didn’t enjoy bowing to anyone. 

Next, she took his hand and inquired, [color=#40C4FF]”Who do I owe the pleasure of this dance too?”[/color] Belle kept her gaze on him, keenly aware of everyone else in the room. She glanced around once to find Bowyn with the mysterious young elf and then Torvi across the room. She couldn’t tell who he was dancing with, but he looked like he was greeter. She shuddered - there was something about him that gave her the creeps. Having kept her partner in her peripheral vision, she now turned her full attention to the Elf.[/color]