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[color=aa88bb]Manny Ryi[/color][/h1][hr]Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Night [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Moderate Rain -> Drizzle[color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Ballroom Balcony -> Ballroom[hr][color=734e66]◈[/color] [@Frettzo]Lisa Goldheart [color=734e66]◈[/color] [@vietmyke]Leah Clearwater [color=734e66]◈[/color] [@Ti]Anastasia Arslan [color=734e66]◈[/color] [@Emeth]Raffaella Struna [color=734e66]◈[/color][hr][/center]
	[color=cccccc]Manny picked up and inspected the wooden mask Goldy had balanced on the railing of the balcony, feeling the smooth surface.  It looked nice, while also being as down-to-earth as its intended wearer.  A good match!  It was a shame for it to go to waste, what with Goldy not feeling in the party mood.  She'd [i]said[/i] it was because of so-called losers, but in the short time Manny had known her, the young girl was already certain she wasn't one to let people get her down.

	[color=aa88bb]"Are ya sure ya wanna be missin' ouwt?"[/color] Manny held Goldy's mask out to her, [color=aa88bb]"Dun't needa bei worryin' 'bout havin' no fun, Ah'll be a harnet in the checken coop, et'll be sunny ahll nieght!"[/color]

	However, the normally boisterous older girl didn't respond, having stilled as if listening for something.  Manny curiously quieted down as well to try and listen herself.  Unfortunately, all she heard was the music being played for the ball, which was more noticeable now that she was closer and the sound of rain was clearing up.  It was actually rather odd, now that she was paying attention!  Ethereal, played with instruments that she couldn't place.  It reminded her, of all things, of backing music for the Ni-Seraphi story dancers, though without the heavy, ominous drumming.

	Manny was fixing to inquire about what had her friend so distracted when she suddenly felt herself lifted in muscled arms as Goldy lept from the balcony.  A gruff, masculine voice spoke out from somewhere, heedless of the wind.
	[color=D0473E]"The Hunting Melody of the Ni-Seraphi is exactly what you are hearing now,"[/color] it explained bluntly, [color=D0473E]"Those monsters are here and will be at our doorstep any moment."[/color]
	[color=aa88bb]"Th' Ney-Sirahphi? But Ah thouwght-"[/color]
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	[color=cccccc]As Manny was helped back to her feet after their frankly atrocious landing following that explosion, the continued disorientation had Manny considering whether to activate her gift (she was pretty sure her head had whacked a tree branch).  She ultimately decided not to, Goldy was speaking to her and it'd be difficult to coordinate without speech of her own; plus, she'd walked off plenty of concussions far worse than this.

	[color=aa88bb]"Bawlroom, Ielluminayres, goddit,"[/color] Manny nodded and followed along with her friend around the side of the building towards the entrance, grabbing two armfuls of dress frills to make running easier.  She didn't know who Anastasia was, but it would probably be easy to spot them rallying and healing.

	It was only seconds for the girls to round the corner to where a stream of students was rushing forth from the ballroom.  Seeing them like that, tense and fearful, Manny began to feel strangely disconnected from it all.  She knew the Ni-Seraphi were a danger like nothing else, and their song was still playing despite the destruction, they were here!  Manny thought she should be feeling what everyone else was feeling.  Terror.  Panic.  Not... whatever it was she was feeling.  She turned to Goldy.

	[color=aa88bb]"Ah cehn feind Anny frem 'ere, you go do yer sarchin',"[/color] Manny reassured, then with a smile she flexed and... she flexed again and tore several outer layers of dress off (that material was stronger than it looked) to make moving more easy.  With all the people coming out, getting in would be hard.  Not for her though!  As she dashed towards the stream, she dropped to all fours and started pouncing in between people and through legs.  While certainly more difficult than if she were a creature built for it, Manny had spent enough time moving in a variety of animalian body types to ignore species convention.

	It took some bumping and tumbling and she thought a few people may have shouted at her, but she successfully passed the sea of souls into the ballroom.  It was her first time seeing it since it was decorated.  Sadly, "decorated" was no longer an applicable word, but Manny could tell it had probably looked quite nice.  More importantly though, and just as her friend had foretold, a young woman with blue hair was shouting out orders from the center of the room.  Being ordered around wasn't something Manny was fond of, but given the circumstances more order would be a good thing.

	[color=aa88bb]"Are ya 'Ainastaesia'?"[/color] Manny asked after jogging over to the trio of "Anastasia", the pink haired girl, and the red-haired woman, putting her jacket hood down to reveal the butterfly mark.  It didn't matter since none of the three likely knew her to recognize the mark, but it was habit to show it off at this point.  She gave the group a cheerful hand-over-chest salute and introduced herself, [color=aa88bb]"Ah'm Manny, Goldy- Uh, Gold'art seint me an' Ah'm 'ere ta heilp!"[/color]
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Translations:
[color=cccccc]Goldy - Nickname for Lisa
[color=aa88bb]"Are you sure you're fine with missing out?"
"You don't need to worry about not having fun, I'll be a hornet in the chicken coop, it'll be sunny all night!"[/color] (Yhartan slang meaning, "being silly or mischievous" and "fun will be had")
[color=aa88bb]"The Ni-Seraphi? But I thought-"
"Ballroom, Illuminaires, got it,"
"I can find Anny from here, you go do your searching,"
"Are you 'Anastasia'?"
"I'm Manny, Goldy- Uh, Goldheart sent me and I'm here to help!"[/color][/color]
Current Appearance:
[color=cccccc]158 cm (5'2'') with short black hair, brown eyes, and light skin.  Wearing a yellow sleeveless ballgown with an orange gradient at the bottom and covered in remnants of torn cloth, and on her feet are matching cloth slippers.  A white and blue jacket is worn overtop with the hood down.  Cheeks messy with makeup.  Butterfly mark clearly visible.  Very muddy, slightly bruised.[/color][/hider]