THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

[implying]

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[miiracles]

Archadia? The name of your home?

[ A pause. She hasn't really talked much about herself to anyone. Pretty much she just gave away her role back home, but it shouldn't matter in this world. ] ...A priestess.

[diplomatique]

Yes.

[ his eyebrows arch, but his lips turn upward. ]

You are a priestess?

[miiracles]

How is it like there?

...yes. [ ...She gives a small, sheepish smile. Is it interesting? Well, she wasn't just any ordinary priestess and she avoided on going into too much detail. ] Mii. The role I played back home doesn't matter. Here, we're all fellow Transports on the same level.

[diplomatique]

Complicated and war-torn. While it is my home, it comes with shortcomings.

[ and ah, he knows that deflection.

he says the same thing. ]

This is true. I apologize for my intrusion.

[miiracles]

Is it anything like Exsilium? [ war-torn and all... ]

It didn't bother me. Don't worry. [ It was more like a little reminder that they're all in the same position. Any further questions though, she'll leave out certain details in her answers or remain completely silent. ] ...What's your name?

[diplomatique]

No. Not... quite. The forces we fight against are remarkably different, and there seems to be much more out of our reach.

[ a slight incline of his head. ] I am Larsa Solidor.

[miiracles]

...How unfortunate, having to depend on war. [ Frowning a bit, this kind of talk is a little depressing. She didn't mean for it to go that way at a fun party, oops. ]

Fu- [ Quickly correcting herself before she says her name in Eastern order. She gives a slight bow in return. ] Rika Furude. It's nice to meet you, Solidor.

[diplomatique]

Solidor? [ a blink. ] You needn't call me that, if you would not wish to.

[miiracles]

Mii. You're fine with that? [ Oh. It's an etiquette she is far too accustomed to. Too many people in Exsilium keep telling her she doesn't need to use surnames to address them. Normally, she kept first names to her closest friends back home...

But she'll do this over again, with a small smile. ]

It's nice to meet you, Larsa.

[diplomatique]

[ he nods to her question, smile blossoming across his face when she calls him by name. ]

The pleasure is all mine, Rika.

[miiracles]

[ She moves not too far away from Larsa, only skipping a few steps, behaving in a more cheerful demeanor now. It's a party and she wants to enjoy herself today. ]

Larsa! [ She turns to face him, clasping her hands behind her back. ] I was going to get something to eat. Would you like to join me? Or we could dance. I'm warning you though; I might step on your feet.

[diplomatique]

I would be honored to escort you to the table. [ he gives a polite bow, extending his arm for her. ] Dancing may wait. I [ sheepish ] have... yet to eat. I would not want to inconvenience you should that affect my dancing.

[miiracles]

[ Offering his arm to her now? Blinking, she's amazed how gentlemanly he is compared to other boys she knows. Far more gentlemanly. ]

...Thank you. [ Her smile quickly returns and she takes his arm. To the food tables then! ] You haven't eaten yet? You're going to need the energy.

[diplomatique]

I imagine I will, yes.

I suppose watching others and gathering them to dance had occupied the forefront of my mind.

[miiracles]

You've been busy. How many pretty ladies did you dance with, Larsa?

[diplomatique]

[ blushing! ]

Oh, I--I was... there were quite a few.

[miiracles]

...Your face is red. [ Yes, she's calling it out to see if she can embarrass him further. ] It sounds like you had plenty of fun.

[diplomatique]

[ and it does. that red really stands out against all the white he wears. ]

I-I did. And yes, I suppose it is. [ rubbing his cheek with his free hand. ]

[miiracles]

[ Laughing, she starts tugging... no, pulling him towards the food table with both her hands. Who was escorting who now...? ]

Come on, before nothing's left for us!

[ Doubtful, but she'll stop embarrassing him and start talking about food instead. ]