All the bartender can do when Peter drops $600 is nod and proceed to try to spike the punch and hand over a Dr. Pepper. What else can he do after all? He is 17 years old and that is a ton of money. However, what the bartender doesn’t expect a woman to come flying at him. He ducks under the tiki bar as she slides across the table, popping back up to receive a dirty look to which he sheepishly looks away.

Noboru is kind of surprised to see Izumi suddenly rush off and even more so to watch her dive-bomb a table. It takes him some time to get through the gathering crowd. When he finally manages to arrive, it takes him a few seconds to figure out what happened. Ah. Booze. Kind of prank he would do at that age too. “Hisa-san, are you ok? I’ll… umm… I guess I’ll grab something to clean this up with.” He turns to some of the student helpers trying to pick up broken glass and shoos them away. “Nah, nah. I got that. Don’t want you to hurt yourself. Just make sure no one walks over her for a while and get me a broom or something.”

Meanwhile, the students are getting more nervous around the band of delinquents, believing all this commotion was their doing. Most of the delinquents look amused at the situation or sad that so much alcohol went to waste. However, they are certainly being given much more distance now.

The DJ of the event seems to want to get people back to the idea of partying, and puts something a little more loud on as if to drown out conversation and get people more motivated in dancing.

Peter's hand was lightning fast, snatching the money back, tossing two hundred to his accomplice, with a casually spoken. “I tip well.” As it is noticed that Peter was holding his Dr. Pepper in hand. Then unholy Malachite eyes stared back at Izumi, bored, and empty. He did not even bother trying with her. His face sank immediately into the mask that he found so natural. Mental processes began to run, and all signs of emotion died away, before he shrugged, and turned with his new assailant, the onehanded cracking open of his drink covering for his mental reboot of his emotional outputs. He was masking them heavily, but he was still showing some... Then when he saw Valdis, there was a sense of something there. Je ne sais quois... His eyes were filled with white lightning, his vision obscured, as he tried to grasp at this... Emotion, not a memory, but something less tangible.

She was triggering something he did not recognize. Emotions were flaring. Defensiveness, not towards her, but OF her. She was his, his acolyte, his second... She was to be protected, and treasured. WHO WAS THIS WOMAN. He felt his canines very acutely, his lips fighting to curl, though he sipped at his drink to hide it. His mask was crumbling. Valdis. This woman's name was Valdis. But this did not seem right...

I will have you, dark one... My hunger has found it's... No... She's laughing. That bitch is laughing at me again. I can feel her again. The lightning cleared, his mask fell into place, and his finished his drink. “Forgive my... Academic nature, but who is this? She certainly seems fetching for a lass, but she is a bit young for me, do you not think, Sophia?” The infinite arrogance behind the plain smile he was wearing, unimpressed, but indulgent.

Amarissa blushed and smiled at Killian's compliment even as Sophia chided him. She couldn't help it, of course, as she was not accustomed to such attention. "Thank you, you're quite handsome this evening as well," she returned.

There wasn't time for any more idle chatter as a sudden commotion at the drink table caught everyone's attention, effectively ruining the mood. Amarissa walked over to survey the scene and offer help. She found her self standing slightly behind the culprit, looking over the scene of the crime. She began to help clean up the mess, throwing wasted cups and napkins away and righting the table. "This is a fine mess," she muttered to Sophia who had wandered over also.

Sophia seemed acquainted with both the new red head and the lady who had knocked over the table. Amarissa finished picking up what she could except the glass and walked over to join them. "Friends of yours, Sophia?" she asked, nodding at the trouble maker.

Sophia frowns as Valdis gives an sly smile, showing she would prefer to just watch things. However, she notices a definitive change in atmosphere around her newfound friend. What changed? Well, there was no trouble at the moment. She gives him an unamused look at what comes out of his mouth next. “Is that seriously all guys ever think about?” Shaking her head, “No, I’m just trying to get you far away from Izumi. And meeting Valdis is a good excuse to run away excitedly.” She smiles, “I’ll admit I am ditzy, but sometimes I just play ditzy. Easy way to defuse tense situations actually.”

She smiles at Ama approaches her. She was like her savior right now. “Yeah. Let’s walk and talk actually. Peter, this is Amarissa. Ama, this is Peter. We met yesterday at the mall. Ummm… he knows what I am for some reason, and I never got to ask why or how. But he’s cool.” She doesn’t know how to say 'this guy knows I am a senshi, but he seems ok as he hasn't tried to kill me' without totally blurting it out. Hopefully, Ama can figure it out what she is trying to say. “However, those two don’t get along much, so for sake of peace, I have Kail distracting Hisa-sensei. Or Hisa-sensei distracting Kail… not sure which right now. Maybe both,” she says, walking to the other side of the room with the other two.

Kaguya looked at David's hand and thought for a second "If you want to, I don't want to force the matter on you. You seem to have eyes on something else. I am more then happy to talk......although it seems fate has other things in mind" she said with a laugh and motions with her thumb over to the DJ as he ampped up the music to get people to dance. She did feel kind of bad that she scared off a potential dance partner. But that was such as life. "I don't dance that much, if that makes you feel better. I bash more heads in then I go out dancing" she said and took his hand. Her mind drifted a bit as it had been a first time that she had a social thing. And not get attacked by someone or defending herself. But just enjoying things as perhaps a normal girl.

"I'm not much of a dancer, either," David admitted. Turning to keep an eye on the crowd as he tried to keep his simple two-step up to the ridiculous excuse for music the DJ played. Where was Dobie Gray when you needed him? Hearing that someone like Kaguya, though, wasn't used to the sort of normalcy that had eluded Yinko for years wasn't half bad. She seemed nice enough, and it didn't hurt she looked, well... good, in that dress.

Suppressing his reptilian brain, he redoubled his efforts to hold a "conversation", if shouting over noise was a conversation, all the while, keeping an eye on Lance's goon squad. What the hell was wrong with some of these knights, anyway? He was no Arthur or Sir Gawain by any stretch of the imagination, but he could keep it in his pants and not turn every encounter with the others into a bar fight.

"And this... is why we can't have nice things..." David groaned.

Setsumi grumbled under her breath. Her fingers tapping against the fogged up glass of the old beat up station wagon her father so stubbornly drove. " Now you have my number dumping, call me if you want me to come pick you up. I'm so proud of you my little Setsumi." Suko Memiko praised his little girl as he drove up to the school's entrance. The first dance Setsumi would ever attend and her father made sure he would be the one to drive his little girl to the dance. " It's just a dance papa... I'll call you when I get bored. Take care okay and don't worry about me." Setsumi smiled reassuring her overly protective father while also getting out of the car.

Silver high heels hit the pavement with a wobbly stride. Never in a million years would she wear such a provocative dress, but her step mother insisted. A deep navy blue short dress, sparkled with metallic pieces of sequins. Around her midsection a silk turquoise sash, which held a second layer of material that was a multiple shade of blue sheer that acted as a longer skirt slit up at the side. Her step mother even went as far as getting her nails and toes done for this silly high school event. Something that was completely against her will!

With a deep breath, Setsumi did her best not to fall flat on her face walking up to the school dance's entrance. Once she had entered the dance Setsumi paused at the entrance. Eyes adjusting to the lightening and the loud hawaiian decorations that flooded the entire room. " Oh wow... " Setsumi gaped, taking a step further into the room. Her eyes adjusting to the punch table where most of the commotion was taking place, drama that for certain she didn't want to he involved in... Not after being shot at and almost eaten in the past week.

So she kept to the side lines, poking her way around the dance floor. In her wonderings she noticed a few faces that were familiar, Amarissa's for one and David's... Wait...David was HERE too?! Setsumi blinked, surprised to see him here at the school. He seemed to be having fun though, which was strange to see sense the last time she saw him it was at the Coffee shop. Not wanting to disturb, she moved towards the food bar while also keeping her eyes on the crowd that seemed to be brewing with problems.

" This is why I don't go to dances..." Setsumi mumbled, taking a bite of mellon.

The dance floor is getting a little more crowded as more people come in through the doors. As always, the vast majority of people are running a bit late to the dance. Interest in what happened at the food and drink bar has disappeared as people return to their business. Even a few of the student helpers are getting into the music as one of the girls teaches a group how to hula.  

Amarissa nodded and fell into step with Sophia and Peter. Her eyebrows rose when she heard that this Peter knew Sophia was a senshi. She supposed it was possible to be recognized from the news, but up to now that hadn't been a problem. She thought the same magic that caused the transformation was also sort of hiding their identity. "That's interesting. Well, Peter, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said, then laughed as Sophia explained about the whole 'Peter/Izumi/Kail' thing. Seeing Setsumi enter, she pauses to wave and smile. "So, Peter. I haven't seen you around before, are you new here? Do you like art?" she asked, attempting to make some conversation.

Peter raised an eyebrow. What WAS she talking about. Did she actually...? No. His taint screamed, the Lorekeeper SCREAMED for them to die. All of them. If it was even possible that these were Senshi. They had him surrounded. His eyes suddenly gained the clarity that only Chaos granted, the emptiness that he had traded his soul to possess, the freedom from the pain of his past, freedom from the shackles of morality. But still... It seemed this one did not get the joke. Granted, none of them would. Senshi tended to be oblivious to dry humour, or his empty fire...

“Ahh, ma petite fleur, I was poking fun.” His smile was seemingly genuine, but there was a distinct change in his feeling. Shadows sinking, wrapping around his heart. Clamping down on the feelings that would be terror in lesser men, but instead were anger and indignation in him. He was the Lorekeeper-Inquisitor, and he would not be beaten by children. His smile was all teeth, and while it did not seem strained, the unsettling steel behind it was more than a little noticeably to the acute.

“Le plaisir est pour moi, un poil étoilé, et il dépendra du milieu. Je suis ... Ou j'étais, un écrivain de métier.” He slipped a hand forwards, taking Amarissa's in his, and kissing her knuckles. How he fell into bad habits. And how he had to restrain himself from calling her Astra. If his wild guess was correct, and Sophia WAS Venus... This one would be Moon, if his prior experience with silver haired women was correct.

And her knight would be some insufferable git that he had to punch in the throat, like last time. Pluto would be a little girl who needed a father, Mars would be his cousin, and want nothing more than to take him back to her bed, and cling to him like an anchor, just as he needed her... And most importantly, they would all stab him in the back again, and exile him to ANOTHER dimension. Jokes on you, I am ageless now. Once they realize that he's not going to be controlled, that there could be no higher authority.

Even Chaos was just a stepping stone. When he discovered how, he would be taking her Divinity. It burned in him, ached, gnawed even, knowing he had been accepting other authorities. Listened to others. Blood and Fire. Blood and Fire will bring MY new world if I must. But for the silver haired one's eyes. They were serene... And then he felt a headache coming on.

Ahh... This feeling he knew. Just like last time. Fight it if he wish, it would take them from him. Instead, he let it disassociate the information, loosen the iron grip of his mind. And it all faded away, with Lorekeeper restrained. “Know what you are? Surely you did not think my compliment for your empathic abilities to be much more than...” His eyes burned. “I think you misunderstood what I meant by Aphrodite's patronage. I had thought you a cupid... Not...” Why did it hurt so much to think. “Ahh... Excuse me Sophia, Astra... Ahh, pardon me, memories of a life long dead. Amarissa. It seems my migraines have decided to ruin my night. Which way is the exit, I can barely see, even with my glasses given how sensitive they make my eyes to light.”

Despite Peter sounding polite, Sophia is pretty sure she messed up somehow. He tensed up again for some reason that was beyond her. Was there something wrong about Amarissa? Had she said the wrong thing? Her worried expression is evident even as he tries to be kind, speaking to Ama in French. She wasn’t sure if Ama understood, but maybe the general meaning came across.

Misunderstanding… she wasn’t sure what he thought she was before, but it was clear he figured it out now. She frowned as Peter said he had gotten a migraine. However, she nods, and says, “I’ll show you the way out.” Leading him by the hand again, she takes him to one of the exits from the event, attempting to still stay clear of Izumi. Outside and away from all the people, she gives him some space and says, “I really hope this misunderstanding doesn’t get in the way of us being friends, and I hadn’t meant to make you feel uncomfortable. Whether you are corrupted or not, it doesn’t matter much to me. My job is to protect and help everyone, and that includes you and even some of the youma if I am able. Admittedly, I am not always able, but I always try. If you need my help, want to be purified, or just want to talk, my number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. Or if you feel better, I’ll be here all night.” Senshi of love, it was her duty to care about everyone, ally or enemy or something in between, and she couldn’t help doing so even if she tried.

She looks back at the party inside and jokes, “If you give me your raffle ticket and some way to contact you, I can tell you if you’ve won anything. You don’t even have to see me. We could arrange a drop-off point like spies… or drug dealers, but being spies sounds cooler.”

Meeting his gaze once again, she is smiling, but still seems concerned. “I won’t keep you if you have a migraine. Would you like me to call a taxi? Help you home? Run to a drug store and get you aspirin? Get you water before you leave?” She is fairly sure that he will say no all the above, but she should at least offer.

[Peter and Sophia exit from this thread at this point]

Kail seeing that the teacher was alright, he steped away and walked away. He saw that mostly everyone was there for the most part on the dance floor. He goes and gets another soda and tries to relax and looks around again for something to do as the music had gotten louder and he slowly went to a section of the area that was not congested. He did not dance at all nor did he know a lot of people there. Accept for the senshi and David but as he walked along he saw a girl munching on a slice of mellon. He saw that she was also looking a bit dejected as well. With small smile on his face, the saying misery loves company and it fit in this situation. "Looks like I'm not the only fish out of water" he said to Setsumi as he had the same feeling of being depressed. "Not your thing either" he asked her while sipping his soda.

Keitha had somehow magically managed to run late, again, even though she had started getting ready three hours earlier. She cursed as she tripped in her heels that she had decided to wear last minute. She usually didn't wear anything besides her combat boots unless she was in Sailor Senshi form, but she had seen the black buckled stilettos in a boutique window and couldn't resist especially since they batched her dress perfectly. The dress itself was short and black. The skirt was like an over poofed tutu made out of lace and netting, the bodice was a sleeveless leather corset with buckles synching in the torso. She had done her hair Lana Del Rey style and her make-up 50's Rockabilly. Her jewelry included two wide studded bracelets for each wrist and a set of black tunnel gauges with her translater earrings dangling from them.

She sighed as she entered the school building to see that she had definitely not matched the theme, but she didn't really care, she loved her outfit. She then began to search for at least one of her friends steering clear of the dance floor, this may be her first dance but she had no intention of dancing.

"Just relax and have some fun, we all have to cut it lose sometimes. At least we are on the same boat as dancing" Kaguya said with a giggle and then took a glance at where David was looking at. She sighed at the site of Lance and his minions. She agreed with him slightly although Kail was being nice. But Lance was another story. "I doubt those morons will try anything, I'm here and they know that if the mess with me. There more or less good as dead.....or having them call me there queen" she said with a bemused grin on her face. Showing that she did have a violent streak in her after that she sees a girl with glasses walk in and look at David for a second and then run off. Then sees Kail walking over to her and grins slightly.

"David, I think I saw a girl that had a intrest in you. Better get going before someone else sweeps her off of her feet" she said and then sees Keitha walking in and she saw the outfit. It did look cute on her. "I'll see you in a bit" she said and walks over to the redheaded girl. "Hey Kei-chan, I see that you came to the dance" she said to her.

"Maybe I should just fry their brains, make them wet themselves so they can fight over marked territory, get it over with," David grumbled. Overall, he was surprised how well Kaguya and he were getting along. Maybe there were a couple people in the team that made sticking it out seem...worthwhile?

All that changed, however, when a certain knight started saddling up to Setsumi Memiko.

David's face froze and twitched as if his spine was severed in half. He wasn't even paying attention to Kaguya anymore, his whole face and eyes tracking on Kail. There was a sense, something tickling the back of his reptilian brain, that he liked her, and for the most part, except for that gun-toting business, he thought they could get along. But... this was how things always ended up, didn't it? Some smooth-talking knight with long hair, some odd fixation on swords, and the uncanny ability to whisper all the right words would come along to shoot down his tactical ideas, make the other senshi swoon, or find some way to help alienate him from the others.

Maybe... his brain churned, letting the pretty boys take the fall for mankind's demise while he sat on a beach, earning 20 percent, wasn't a bad way to live. Could he be a Goebbels to the Covenant?

No, he realized. No, that wouldn't work out for him in the long run, either.

"Thanks, Kaguya..." Yinko's disembodied voice started. His eyes flashed a slight shade of blue. "I'm going to sort it out..."

Hands clenched, David marched automatically to the punch bowl, moving in alongside Kail. "The dance isn't really anyone's thing," he interjected. "But... Setsumi, there is something... I'd like to discuss, about that tarot reading from the shop the other day?" He didn't care at this stage of the game if Kaguya grew annoyed, if Kail started to protest, or if this was underhanded. Really, he hoped Kail would protest. Didn't girls respond to two guys beating the crap out of each other for their affections? It wasn't like Lance's crew of delinquents would stay out of it. If anything, he'd enjoy Kail being distracted with a handful of bandits at his throat.

And if the group kicked him out, so what? Even Sophia's praise didn't seem as significant at the moment, as keeping Setsumi away from another...colleague? Were they even that anymore? Was he even being kept up to speed on intelligence reports?

Screw that, he was going to be alpha male, and if that meant pissing everyone else off...

He felt for the Venusian knife.

Yes, he could look himself in the mirror after that.