[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4DgO1VH.png[/img] [color=FFC6C6]Word Count: 1265 (+3 exp) [u]Level[/u]: [b]5[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 19/50 [b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon[/color] [color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=gold]●[/color]●[color=gray]●●●[/color] [color=lightgray][sup]Special Guest Laharl [@Dark Cloud][/sup][/color][/center] Though she was pleased that the two demons put their argument to the side, there was a tenseness hanging in the air that Primrose tried not to let get to her. Being tense was a detriment to dancers, after all. For the most part she was doing a good job. Though some in their group were all too eager to get moving, others appreciated her brief explanation and jumped at the chance for any new tools they could get. It was impressive how the people unfamiliar with the whole 'spirits' process just rolled with it. Jesse especially seemed to be taking everything in stride, even though Primrose hadn't gotten the chance to stop and try and explain more to her. Primrose observed the spirit crushing with a raised eyebrow, as the Phantom Thieves took turns wearing the dubious looking... well, Primrose hesitated to call it either a hat or helmet. The thing was off-putting in an almost comical way, with it's needle-like teeth and huge lolling tongue. The results spoke for themselves though. After Skull put on the strange headwear, Primrose glanced down at the two remaining spirits - make that one remaining, as Mao took the other just as she looked. She barely paid him attention as he talked with the spirit in his hand, instead studying the glowing sphere she held. It was a ghastly pale female demon, with dark claws and cloths covering parts of it's body. She shifted her eyes between the spirit and the other demon boy, looking at Laharl expectantly. [color=A30000]"AH!"[/color] upon stepping closer he yelped at the sight of the pale demoness, falling back slightly [color=A30000]"YOU TRYING TO KILL ME OR SOMETHING?!"[/color] Laharl shook a fist at Primrose as he slowly got up, waving her away when she tried to help him [color=A30000]"Of all the damn spirits you offer it had to be one without a flat chest!"[/color] dusting himself off as he complained Laharl made sure to stay far away from the spirit, before Primrose could even ask he put up a hand [color=A30000]"Look I'm not sure why but women with large breasts...SCARE ME ALRIGHT THEY SCARE ME! HAPPY?!"[/color] Needless to say Primrose was surprised. She'd known that Laharl had some kind of aversion but hadn't expected it to be to the well endowed. She blinked a few times, at a loss on what to say. He'd already spurned her help, and one look at the dancer's low cut top suggested that he was unlikely to accept any kind of console from her. At least, while she was dressed like this. [color=D34C25]"Ah. Well."[/color] she started, trying to recover. She realized that the spirit was still held out in her hand a moment later, moving so that it was held behind her back before she went on, trying for a disarming smile. [color=D34C25]"That's... unexpected. My apologies, I didn't intend any harm."[/color] He turned his back to Primrose with a little [i]'Hmph''[/i] not giving her the time of day, but Laharl faltered as she apologized. Peeking back at the dancer with a sideways glance the demon sighed [color=A30000]"No I... I know that. For what it's worth, your an... [i]Exception[/i]."[/color] in truth he had grown attached to Primrose as she was the one person who seemed to treat him with an ounce of respect, it was annoying that she seemed to care so much at least from his perspective but deep down the impetuous boy respected and even admired her. Although he would die before he uttered such nonsense. [color=D34C25]"Is that so?"[/color] she said, her smile growing marginally. If anything it was good to know her charm worked on even those repulsed by the female form. Though tempted to ruffle Laharl's hair she refrained, letting the prince have his space. [color=D34C25]"I'm flattered,"[/color] she chuckled, [color=D34C25]"but I will keep that in mind. Otherwise what good is a team for if they don't cover each other?"[/color] A small imperceptible smile tugged at the edges of his mouth as Laharl faced the dancer, taking a step towards her and giving her a sharp poke [color=A30000]"D-Don't embarrass me okay,"[/color] then he turned back to follow Mao and the others as they prepared to leave, hesitating a second to look back [color=A30000]"Next time I'm going with you, okay? So don't..."[/color] he didn't finish simply faltering, but it was clear what he meant. Primrose nodded after him in understanding. Left with the [url=https://i.ibb.co/YBwm512/Flying-Bolt.gif]spirit[/url], she decided to make use of it herself. She asked after the Symbol of Avarice and when it was passed in her waiting hands she couldn't help but grimace at it. [i]May as well get this over with,[/i] she thought, putting the chest on her head and squeezing the spirit. As soon as she felt something manifest in her hands Primrose lifted the Symbol of Avarice off and returned it to it's owner (who was boasting about it and herself). Only after she let Panther heal her did Primrose look down at the item in her hand. It was a [url=https://64.media.tumblr.com/35ff261260d3c641ab6d6251c76981fc/tumblr_ode4k8gson1qcy62fo3_250.gifv]long, embroidered scarf[/url]. It was light and seemed to be floating gently as though blown by a breeze. It also thrummed with magic, though it's use wasn't immediately apparent to the dancer. She rubbed the fabric between her gloved fingers, then gently on the exposed skin of her upper arms. [i]It's coarse, but weighs almost nothing. Interesting.[/i] Though it came from a demon's spirit the scarf didn't feel malevolent, so Primrose donned it. The tail end extended out from her hood and swayed there in the air behind her. Once the spirits were settled, they moved on. Primrose was openly amused at the assignment discussion, with Joker and Fox trading them around like game pieces. She ended up going with Kan-Ra's group as she'd planned from the start so she with no complaints she went along with them once the Seekers split into their respective teams. When they reached the temple, Primrose used the brief time that Kan-Ra was conferring with one of the Grimleal to catch her breath. Then, they wasted no time moving inside. The interior of the temple housing "The Obelisk of Khamoon," as Kan-Ra had called it, was not unlike the catacombs under Sunshade. More well-preserved for certain, and it's patterns more intricate, but similar. Primrose didn't admire much of it, she kept her focus on sticking towards the center of their procession and moving on down the halls. The amubush came when they reached an intersection, an explosion forcing them away from the ledge overlooking the obelisk itself and back into the branching hallway. Pressed into the center and surrounded, Primrose's mind raced even as her feet moved. She huddled between her companions, turning in a quick and efficient dance. While her performances were normally meant to be seen, this one was for herself. The [i]Peacock Strut[/i] empowered her magic. With so many enemies it wouldn't be safe to just keep dancing - so she would have to help thin the Resistance's numbers a little before buffing her own group to finish them off. [color=D34C25]"I'm with you,"[/color] she said to Big Band, tapping her hand on his back. She'd been relying on his much larger frame to shield her while she finished up her dance, and now that it was done her eyes flashed, furthering strengthening her next spell with a Battle Point. Primrose ducked into a crouch and slammed her palm onto the stone floor, the space erupting with a surge of pitch dark flames. The fire traveled swiftly along the ground like a serpent, blazing the path ahead of Band's charge and headed right for the gun-wielding woman.