Do You Dance?

Do You Dance?
Date of Scene:	14 January 2013
Location:	Traverse Town
Synopsis:	Deelel is just wandering about town when she comes across a traveling dance troop that is putting on a show for the locals. After the show she have a little talk as both find something quite strange about the other...
Cast of Characters:	Deelel, Dameon

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Dameon has posed:
Traverse town has all sorts of different patrons and citizens. People who have come here seeking refuge from their world falling into Darkness. In the center of District 1, a dance troupe has decided to put on a show.

A young boy, of pale skin, and slighty whiter than black hair is leading a group of oddly-costumed individuals in a complicated line dance. There are a group of spectators watching, unsure of who or what these dancing freaks are.

They are all dressed up like zombies.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel is indeed a strange sort, she's got circuit tatotoos on her exposed arm, and she's pondering about the dance troop given she is a media editing program which basically makes her about as artys as a basic gets? She's very curious about this strange dance number which she happens to be watching, and they do look like undead...users. They leave remainst hat just linger, prehaps it's fitting even when a god dies it takes centuries from her kinds view for the remains to rot away.

Dameon has posed:
The dance continues for several more minutes, turning into a very fast convoluted turn of events, with the young man in the center. The boy shoves his fist into the air, and suddenly a large explosion occurs, sending smoke around the dance. The young man is still visible haze, but the other dancers, are not. Nothing is damaged, but it causes a few gasps of fear.

When the smoke clears, the young man is still standing there in his pose, by himself. There is no trace of the other dancers. People tentatively begin to clap, as the young man begins to bow.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel claps as well it's a user thing but she thinks she gets it's purpose, right? The basic contiunes to watch intently curious about the art forms her creators seem to parktake in. "Not bad, not bad at all."

Dameon has posed:
Shiny objects catch the young boy's attention. His black eyes snap over to Deelel, and his skin starts to regain some color, from the pale white he was starting to appear. He tilts his head in curiosity and traipses over to Deelel, "You look different." He extends his hand out straight, as though someone had told him this is something that people do here.

"My name is Dameon. What's yours?" He asks.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "ID's Deelel." She doesn't bother hiding what she is really, the horrors from her world know who she is, knows she's here, there's no real point lying. "That was an interesting preformance."

Dameon has posed:
Dameon's hand continues to hang there for a moment, and he starts to look confused. He thought that is what people did here when they meet each other! He lowers his hand, and then grins at Deelel, completely forgetting his confusion at the compliment. "Oh, thank you! You are very, very kind! Do you like to dance?"

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "Not quite I'm more into music honestly but dancing is interestying." She might as well dance with how agile of a fighter she is but she's never quite made the connection yet. It's just not something her people had throught of. It's not they are souless they have music and art jut some of it? Would be alien to some levels. "A new arrival to town?"

Dameon has posed:
Dameon grins at Deelel as she talks, "Dancing is /always/ interesting. You should try it out some time!" Dameon seems to think a moment at the question, "I guess so? My world just got eaten up by these little black things."

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "Another world claime by the virus." She shakes her head "They keep coming and glitched up null units keep making attempts to use the things for personal gain and more worlds burn for the desires of greedy selfish petty people."

Dameon has posed:
Dameon looks really confused.

"What?" Is all he says.

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "Some people have attempted to weaponize them for their own ends they made them consume the world I am from techinally." She frowns. "Well half the world it's complicated."

Dameon has posed:
Dameon does not seem to get it all, but he nods anyways and smile, "Oh, that does not sound very good." Then, a moment's pause, "You talk funnily. What kind of world are you from?"

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "I talk perfectly normal for my home and you could say I was from manhattan. A part most didn't know existed but I was from that world."

Dameon has posed:
"Oh," Dameon says again, "Manhatten.. Manhatten.. isn't that gone now?"

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "Yes, the heartless consumed it several weeks ago. I assume your world was more recent?"

Dameon has posed:
Dameon shrugs, as though he didn't really care. "Maybe? I don't know. I wasn't all that interested. I came here with Mama Rose."

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "Ah I see, though it's good that you ahve been preforming it seems to keep the locals spirits up and with the loss of Manhattan it was one of the larger sources of enterainment media here."

Dameon has posed:
Dameon smiles again, "Dancing is a dream, that I intend to do til the day I die..." His eyes twinkle, "And beyond!"

Deelel has posed:
Deelel says "..." Given she has encounted the Phantom train and Hades she has no resson to think the young user isn't anything but serious. "I shall have to look into this but I have work to do and a comission to finish up. Good day to you." With that Deelel's on her way, though oddly there's a strange disk mounted on the back of her clothing...

Dameon has posed:
Dameon tilts his head, and then shrugs. He traipses off into the horizon.