Dressing

It were along this point that conversation for the group has passed long enough and that the gathering had activities to mark. All guests are being filed from this open gathering through into a dance floor hall. The stage was above in a balcony of both humans and demon musicians. A mic set up was there and at a spot of the lower ground.

"Next of the artillery is the dance. Please join if wish." They take a note from a runner, "We will be starting marches and finishing with the couples." meaning the dance as a large singular group to weed the weak out until there is only partners left. Everyone participates the first March but you aren't compelled to keep on the floor if you not trying to show status. This was a paradox conundrum for her as she shouldn't even be allow to dance at all even for the first dance but she must stay dancing among the last as a cog ranker. She will just have to go with the flow until its interesting.

"I doubt that anyone bothered to teach you." Douglas smirked. She flat out ignores him. These first stages of dancing she didn't need a partner and the steps are easy to follow. Mostly walking, stomping at a beat and following the direction given by those beside or across. Some gender based actions like making a dress courtesy than a gentleman bow. Simple stuff. The length of the first dance stretched longer then the band had sheet music for. Meaning this place is swamped of middle and high grounded folks trying to prove something. Even humans were holding out from leaving.

"I don't think things are going to plan." The dancer she crossed with huffed.

"There isn't one on my part but most of the humans around here hoped that thier plan to unrank me will automatically up their standing." She sighed to, "If only such ordeal was easy to unrank a cog. If I just give up doing the stuff I do, I don't think there be a realm of living humans." She twirls in their invite, "At least it's not snowing radioactive ash this time. Not full of half souls. No crazy gods breaking rules. Just the way boundaries have always been." She tilts in how terrified the dancer was. They left the dancing from there. She still good at following up the dancing as someone replaced this gap. The dance moves were getting complicated with arm waves patterns and nearly bollywood level of slides. She pays so little attention that, she hardly could tell that only a 3rd of folks are left dancing. Peacocks of arrogant assumptions were now flocked as judging eyes at the dance floor rings. There started drums of tempers and already was curse words flying at the sides of the room.

She does, however, in her cloud of ignorance, feel she started to need a dance partner as pairs were coming together. So she sneaks in fashion of her own. Dancing with her shadow body. This completed the odd numbers problem away, and music changed up for more up pace and complicated footwork. Even so, she is just dancing alone and has no problem at this holding illusion. The music comes to a break of natural stop and claps all around. Skirmishes have also lowered down without the veil of music to mask the war here. She gave no indication of leaving this dance floor, making many believe to declare her way of stating she was to fight alone. Many do leave this ground in order to stand with allies but there are plenty who came back to dance. These who dare continue dancing this floor were doing so to trade last intel to allies or stan trade agreements. It is mostly those of high standing folk as demons, angels and even leading undertakers for some sub divisions. The king himself makes to dance with his right hand as a partner. This is the last real dance before break of true test of survival. Thus was the last song for the humans ready to cross over. Seer folks that itching to take fallown down with them. She still doesn't see it. She kept ignoring the signs. She wants ignorance even as those cursed her foul left and right.

"Pardon the invasion request, but may I dance with you?" She doesn't seem all that surprised at seeing that long silver hair and brim hat lowering for his bow. Still hiding his face like always. He is still so cold and very much a dead man.

"I had been dancing alone, so it's OK to dance with me." She offered her left hand and he accept it with his. The touch was like static. Stabbing them both in abnormal ways but they didn't have this moment to be shy about holding hands. The music was tweedling in restarting once more. Very smooth they just got on with dancing. Although it wasn't long before it was more a conversation. They are speaking in finger taps or foot stomps. It was gladly mundane details such as human habits and undertakers habits. Nothing to write home about. She gave nothing away about her current life and even less of her personal ranking for sigil. This softly little ice breaker was pleasant in preventing them from fighting each other. He was looking for some excuse to work out if she was ally or the enemy. She kept so pleasant that he had to just move on from her.

"Oh I am actually quiet exhausted." He lied, rather he been ordered to leave the dance floor. She doesn't register that the blood was spilt on all five sides here. She is the last and only hands not to be killing yet. She will end this fighting if she starts take action to fight for herself.

"No worries. You have a job as a spy and assassin. Such things are fantasize in great novels. Don't let me stop you." She softly bows indicating trade of partners. She lets him free and was quickly back to dancing on her own with her mask. Off he left to the side among the biggest group of Seer members, demons and it will appear to be a fourth party ganging up. The fallown folks have picked no sides and stood away from what was about to burst. She sees that the king was soon without hand and she gladly gives him that chance to use each other as a sheild. A soft bow in welcoming the swap and back to footwork around someone that been turned down from dancing or was a duel. Either way, she got involved which broke whatever duel that should have happened. She takes no interest of whatever conversation his telepathic link he had going on. She treated this moment as simply dancing. Just enjoying the ride as it was. The monarch glad to not duel was perplexed on why a human had the law to prevent it. Such a duel was with a demigod. She had to out rank the duel maker to shatter the agreement so easily.

"Don't you tire with being a living human?" He asked in concern of hold long they held up this intense dancing form which was part defence against the attacks of others and no so much about the music. But she managed to stay with the beat of music regardless of extra footwork. She simply smiled in tight lip. She gives a soft shrug at this and was back to just humming the song lyrics in her mind. She liked this song, even if it was old. She will not exchange hands unless the monarch of the undertakers made some notion to. The moral paradox is protecting both of them in their own selfishness.

"Will all lower than A rank leave the dance floor." Commanded at the mic at the end of this song. She gives bow but stayed of which blow away anyone that thought she was pretending it. To no surprise, the king also stays. She was happy to accept that the king's partner to replace her.

"Cog ranking, miss?" He asked in checking.

"Dual ranking but the one I use more is the cog ranking. I would have never started dancing if I used the other." She tilts in her lip business smile and spoke as the dead do. Not a voice of living person. Even so, she clearly didn't matter in a larger picture of things. Schemes and back stabbing. She the only one that doesn't care and was of no impact.

"How does a human be a cog ranker?" So the right hand of the monarch is indeed taking back the dancing position. She softly pose at this accepted need to swap and moved to a space alone. She doesn't bother using her mask this time, she just enjoys standing about waiting for that music.

Annoyingly no music starts with her being partnerless. She swaps out her shoes willingly open about, and with a soft beat check. She taps out her own song of rhythm that the band shurgs and plays into. Having to follow her tempo, she now used her arms indication of lift and lowers of the music pathing. She manages to beat out some of her favorite songs and sound things she learnt in her many lives. All to the background sound of qeapons clashing and civil war with metal blades. Surprising many who knew the lyrics and took part in claps. The undertone of negative is casted over with her way to shine peace through it. It took someone foolish at pointing weapons at the dance floor for her to change that. See, she wasn't paying mind about what demon coup going on and she had totally ignored the ash and undertakers standing with protecting each other. But this pointing of a blade at her, that is what stopped her being happy.

"I was totally focused on the music." She exlcliams as some excuse and now she set a new beat in just her left fingers alone. Snapping them to keep four time. The pointer of the weapon smiled violently with fangs at show, "I have some rules." She spoke as a human to see of that was a hindrance. The sheer mention of adding rules boggles the undertakers looking at each other confused, "I speak only in for myself. No one is of my side. I don't belong to any side. I will never do. Even if you want me, it's never going to happen. You see, I am two ranks. I am a cog ranker. I keep the tome of cog ranking souls. That is what this timescape demands of me." She then stomps in every four time of her snaps, "But I have no place in the tome. I do not stand among the living or the dead. I am quiet the law breaker. You see." She stops for the length of two four times, "I am the one that hunts broken things. That is what I crave and my willpower in being. Broken stuff is just my thing. I have many broken souls. I am also a broken thing. That even no god dares to fix. I am where those broken things go if the god's abandoned hope of trying."

She now dodged moved but her footwork was a steady strong song of itself. That it demands attention and attitude. The increase amount of steps brought out a much cruel style of fighting. Flooring so many and at the peak of her stomps would wipe out someone unable.to continue fighting. She does not kill,.only knocked cold. Dust of ash was from everyone else around here taking these lives. She floats in dust, caking all these surfaces around her. She did not discrimination who she floored. Even angels were met to be knocked cold.

"I think I know this dance." The sheer hum of Curiosity being triggered at the choirs beat, "The cry of fallen heavens."

"Just how much creepy can the by standing weirdo be?" Passive annoyed of not resolving anything. Such a place of dust. She gets a little carried away in stopping a scythe of a death god, using her hand. She didn't even register this as a problem since it is her left hand. Her left hand was already cursed by a death blessing.

"Get off." The god retracted, but she blinked thoughtlessly of such manner on her hand still holding the blade from moving. She gave a thin lip as she released the blade. It rusted and broke all through to the staff handle. The death god peering in dismay of broken equipment and of her as she smiles in watching her hand changing. She scales the death god and weigh her options. She moved away from them as her choose, leaving them baffled as many do.