The Flox Clubhouse [formal]

[Kirbylover901]

Info
Name~ Sirius
Gender~ Male
Type~ Sparkle
Alliance~ Virtuous
In~ The Game Room

Currently Actions
Mood~ Confused
Currently~ Questioning
Tagged~ Élégante, Massak, Bice, Shinigami, Killian
Bio
Prompt

Let the Case 153- Breaking the Ice- Begin!

"Truth or dare? That sounds like-" Sirius was unable to finish his sentence, and just as he was about to reply a somewhat corrupt familiar floc came in, and conjured up projectiles of water which he proceeded to throw at Sirius' new friends. For some reason or another, only four of them were created, and none hit the virtuous floc. Thank goodness for that, at least. He thought, even though the water looked somewhat refreshing to be drenched in. Looking from the water to the intruder, Sirius realized he was familiar. It's that stubborn butterfly again! Sirius frowned, turning to look at the other 4 flox. Let's see... Élégante... her name sounds elegant, like Fleur's... same language of origin, maybe? Anyway, looks like her wings probably got wet. Bice won't fare well with water, especially with his horn's electricity... and Shin was partially protected by his mask. As for Massak and his sphere, his ribbon might have gotten wet, and the foam ball was probably wet as well. So, not too much damage, I suppose. The virtuous floc concluded, glancing around.

Let's see... I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to use glitter, or glittering spheres for that matter, on clients, especially stubborn butterflies. Even if he did play a pretty cruel trick, you shouldn't repay the badness, I suppose... what's that saying? 'What goes around comes around' or something? Yes, that's it. I guess a somewhat detective-like speech will have to do, then. Sirius huffed, then looked at all 5 flox. "I'm Sirius." He said, introducing himself. "Now..." The floc began, turning to the corrupt butterfly floc, "Who are you?"

[Xhat]

Sometimes, it's just great to meet new people.

Name ;; Élégante
Gender ;; Female
Type ;; Butterfly
Doing ;; Playing Truth or Dare
Tagged ;; Massak, Bice,
Shinigami, Sirius, Killian

Bio + Prompt

Élégante grinned ever so slightly when Massak began to stutter and attempt to cover the fact he was just a little embarrassed. Before the butterfly floc could say anything else, Bice took in Massak's request for a hug by jumping on him with little to no hesitation. Her antennae twitched in amusement, seeing as Shinigami, Bice, and Massak had momentarily formed a little 'doggy pile', as her key-holder would call it. Yet, the doggy pile didn't last long, since Massak had seemingly wriggled out and began searching around the room. Silently, Élégante began to ponder on what the ribbon floc was attempting to find. Was he searching for something to do... or maybe he had lost a name tag too?! The female's thought couldn't be finished, since he came back with a foam sphere.

Wings fluttering in anticipation, Élégante watched as Massak settled down once again and began to explain something. It seemed to be a game of sorts, and it was called Truth or Dare. The butterfly floc's head tilted in curiosity as he began to explain that you could only get out of a dare or a truth three times. After that, you didn't have any more chances. Wings fluttering in agreement, Élégante waited for Massak to start up the game. For some off reason, the ribbon floc picked her first. Just as her paw reached for the ball, something wet and cold hit her right in the back of her head. Paw jerking away from the ball, Élégante felt the substance run down her back and get her wings all wet. It must have been water. Disappointed that her large wings were now all wet, the yellow floc turned to where somefloc fell through the door. He appeared to be laughing, and seemed like he had taken the path of corruption. With no doubts, she could tell it had been him who had tossed the water.

Visibly frowning, Élégante noticed that the culprit was also a Butterfly floc, just like her. Mentally sighing, the floc reached back with a paw to attempt to wipe some of the water away. "My poor wings..." she muttered over the telepathic links, giving up on attempting to dry her wings off. Instead, she looked around the circle to see that everyone except Sirius had gotten wet, and there seemed to be something just a little precious to them that had gotten wet too.

[Tiger111]

[[ Airi | Female | Flowercrown | Biography | Prompt ]]

location; drop-off/game room | feeling; apprehensive | tagged; n/a

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Airi felt slightly nervous, her ear twitching as she looked around the drop-off room. This place looks.. interesting. Her keyholder said that Night and Bell were going somewhere else -- which meant that she'd be on her own once she was inside that door. Not really knowing what to expect, she carefully dipped a paw in the black ink provided and left a clear mark on the sign-in book, then made her way towards the door. "Have fun!" Her keyholder told her, waving enthusiastically, before the door shut and she was alone. Already, she could feel a lively buzz; there were faint noises in the background that sounded like a lot of flox. I's fine, Airi, just go in and be friendly. Can't be that hard making a couple of acquaintances, right? She shrugged and pushed open the door nearest to her. Well, seemed like she found the source of the noise. Making her way inside, she was greeted by a sense of excitement hanging in the air-- a bunch of flox where sitting together, passing a sphere around. It was fairly chaotic; everyone was talking, drenched in water, and looked like they were having a heck load of fun. Time to socialize! Talking always helps. Airi smiled slightly and raised a paw. "Heya, I'm Airi! So.. does anyone mind telling me what's going on in here? Looks a bit like the aftermath of a tidal wave or something."

[kivr & fireflii]

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Bice grinned at the thought of a game. He loved games (although, he mostly loved ruining them). He inwardly laughed to himself, excitement bubbling at the thought of what was to come. And he would be the cause of it, too! That would be a good laugh! He jumped up as Massak, one of his new friends, floated over next to him as he brought back a small foam ball. Eager to get started, Bice stood on all fours, tail in the air and crown askew, only being kept on his head by his numerous horns. He listened intently to the instructions; he’d never played this game before! It certainly opened many doors of opportunity.

His face slightly fell as the object was passed to Élégante, but he perked up nonetheless. His turn would come, and he would wreak havoc! Just as the game was about to get started—he could tell because he observed Élégante’s thoughtful expression very carefully—a sudden crash of water rained down on their game. As soon as the deed was done, several things happened at once. First, foremost, and most importantly—of course—a large shock went through Bice’s body. He violently twitched (and ended up levitating because of the violent flap of his wings), less in pain and more in shock, though. He was used to the feel of lightning crackling under his skin (a long time ago it may have bothered him that his fur stood up in a ruffian sort of way, but he had long ago gotten used to it as well), but he was always very careful about his power. He never wanted to hurt someone, so it was only luck that he had moved to stand, otherwise poor Shin might have been shocked as well. That would not have been pretty, and the thought alone was enough to make him cringe.

With that, he quickly turned toward the sounds of laughter ringing inside his mind, not from him, or from one of his new companions, but another floc. This one also had large wings and a similar color to Élégante, but he was much darker and had four horns like him. Bice lifted a bit of lip at his remark, a retort at the tip of the barrier within his mind. However, he supposed it would be funny… he stopped and looked around him. Shin’s mask was dripping and his fur was lightly soaked. Massak and Élégante were closest to where the new floc was tumbling circles in air, so both were absolutely drenched. He could even see the glitter of numerous water drops on tips of their hairs. Poor Élégante’s wings had water running down the tips of her wings, though. Thankfully it didn’t look like it limited her levitation, though. The sparkly floc, the lucky one, was furthest away and wasn’t even wet at all. Had he not been soaked in water as well, Bice probably would have gone over to lay on him, just so he could be wet, too!

But he didn’t. Instead, Bice smirked. He supposed it was a bit funny. It would be too hypocritical to be angry. It’s not as if the other floc knew he could control electricity (Bice hadn’t noticed him until after the event, so he might have been at the edge of the door or even beyond, so maybe the other didn’t see him). Instead, he landed on the floor—yet again—and turned his head toward the newcomer. He let forth a small noncommittal sound. He could have done better! Something more… extravagant, noticeable… and less dangerous! “I suppose it was pretty funny.” He admitted, but then, “You could have done better, though. Now you’ve wasted an opportunity!” Of course, Bice meant his opportunity was wasted, but he would get the other floc back!

Just as he finished, another (again?!) floc made way through the door. She paused, and Bice could only wonder how the scene she floated in on must have looked. He flicked his eyes toward the others before looking back. It was starting to get really crowded in here, but that was okay. When Bice would make his move, everyone would notice it! His sphere of influence was far and wide, after all. As everyone was minding their own business (read: complaining, drying off, etcetera etcetera), Bice quickly introduced everyone (last time it took a while since new people kept coming in). “I’m Bice! That’s Shin with the mask. Over there drying off is Élégante. Massak is right next to her. Sirius is the only one who’s dry now… It's nice to meet you, by the way!” Then he angled his nose toward the preoccupied floc and looked at him with a contemplating, but curious expression. “I don’t know who he is, though...”

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⇝ biography
⇝ prompt
⇝ 800 words
⇝ Shinigami, Massak, Élégante, Sirius, Killian, Airi
⇝ Game room

[rem sleep]

" Welcome to the Clubhouse! "

Castiel
| Bow Tie | Male | Cocky | Bio | | Tagged ;; Sugar, Agatha |
" You lot are on, " Castiel boomed proudly, his voice particularly regal. " While I may not look it- I would be a fantastic seeker. " He shot a cocky grin at Donovan, who responded with a small "caw!" and a ruffling of his wings. After all, with the help of his feathered friend there wasn't a way they could loose! " Pronounce it however you'd like, this game's gonna be easy. " He chuckled, noting the odd way she said it. Then again Sugar said most things in an odd way- though it was just another quirky aspect of her personality that Castiel enjoyed- save for the touching part. That he could quite frankly do without. With Donovan by his side he knew he could win this game, no matter how formidable his opponents.


Solomon
| Vampire | Male | Curious | Bio | | Tagged ;; Massak, Bice, Élégante, Cirius, Killian |
Solomon felt the temptation to gauge Killian's reaction when he mentioned his key holder's flox. There were, in truth, seven of them. Himself, Valerie, Shinigami, Lucifer, Castiel, Azreal and the most recent addition, a box called Switch. Quite honestly the freedom it allowed him was rather liberating, and while each floc may not have gotten a lot of time with their holder they all loved her dearly. In fact, on occasion they'd play video games as a large group or at night when their holder fell asleep they'd all cram in on her little makeshift couch-bed. It was a funny sight, to say the least- but it was a regular and pleasant occurence- for everyone except their holder, who woke up with nasty cramps on account of being sat on by so many flox. It was a silent understanding that Troll had a life, and while the flox were a major part of it, sometimes she had to go places without them or leave them behind. The look in her eyes said it hurt her as much as it did them, but it didn't seem there were many ways around it. Solomon recalled that once Valerie had slipped into Troll's backpack and come with her to school- and she was very lucky she wasn't caught! Otherwise that wouldn't have ended on a positive note. The most Valerie got was a scolding, and being told not to do so ever again. Though, knowing Valerie, she probably will some day. Solomon thought to himself with a faint smile. Val was a major trouble maker in their group- but despite her antics and general selfishness Solomon couldn't help but love her as a dear friend, as he did with all of his holder's flox. We probably wouldn't be friends, Solomon thought to himself, a faint smile playing at his lips, if we didn't live together and know one another so well. And it was indeed true- at a glance none of Troll's flox would be the type to get along well with one another. One had to wonder what thoughts were in her mind when she put them all under the same roof- however after such a long time living, playing, bonding with one another- they were as close as any pair of siblings, with the constant rivalry and pranking to make the relationship truly complete. While Solomon had looked forward to getting away from his busy home life, he felt quite a bit of longing for the time he'd go back. He knew that Valerie, Lucifer and Azreal would have tale to tell of the casual house, and that Shinigami and Castiel would have adventures to discuss from their encounters in the formal. I wonder… Will Castiel and Valerie have any games to brag about? They generally did, but despite his will to carry on his nostalgic rant- it seemed Killian was flustered and ready to head out of the peaceful lounge area.

He lost track of the butterfly for a moment- however by the time he'd caught up Killian was standing before a circle of soaking wet flox, each a different variety. In fact it seemed Solomon himself was the only vampire in the room. Another rather liberating feeling, after all he generally spent a good deal of time with Lucifer, another vampire floc under their key holder's roof. He could only wonder what'd happened in here, but glancing at the empty pitcher and listening to Killian's bellowing voice he was confident he had an idea.

It seemed the drenched flox already had the situation under control, however taking a glance at a wet, shaking Shinigami- he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. After all he should do something! Shin was his friend, after all. But where would he get something to dry them off? He didn't quite know what to do, but as the Awakened floc began talking he again hadn't any time to think. " The name's Solomon. " He glanced over at Killian, waiting for him to introduce himself too- though sincerely doubting that he would.


Shinigami
| Plague | Male [ ? ] | Flustered / Curious | Bio | | Tagged ;; Massak, Bice, Élégante, Cirius, Solomon, Killian, Airi |
As Massak was pulled into the hug- no later than it'd started the embrace broke up. Shin was honestly a bit saddened by that- he'd been enjoying the odd contrasting sizes and colors between them, and the contrast between being alone and truly being a part of something. He almost felt tempted to hug them again- but when the game of truth or dare was brought up Shin's ears perked bolt upright. He'd only heard tale of the game from his key holder, and tale that said key holder was amazing at it- but it seemed like there wasn't truly a way to win this game, more or less you just asked people questions or dared them to do silly things, from what he understood. Shin floated down and took a seat beside Massak, tapping his shoulder lightly and looking at him with a somewhat panicked expression. While he wanted to play- he hadn't a good way of communicating with them. So how was he to issue truths and dares? Much less respond to them.

Shin hadn't much time to worry about that, after the entrance of another Corrupt floc. He'd noticed Solomon following in tow- though he was a bit late as the spheres of water conjured by the Corrupt butterfly pelted the other flox- one each. Shin was quite happy he had been wearing a mask, after all it'd intercepted most of the blow. As the water dripped down over one of the mask's glass eye sockets he felt rather tempted to attack this other floc who'd interrupted them so rudely. It was at times like this he wished he had a power that could be used so destructively- however he knew that no matter what the butterfly had done to them… using his power on the butterfly was not an option.

"No Shin!" Troll had scolded him. "You can't do this anymore!" He'd recalled the days events, sitting in the yard and minding his own business. Lucifer had just come home from receiving his horns- and there wasn't any supervision on account of Troll being out at school. She'd seen Lucifer home, but after that let the flox have the house to themselves. Lucifer was always such a rude and spiteful floc, truly detestable. He recalled Lucifer shooting him some cold remarks, and feeling ever so tempted to simply lash at him. Somehow.

It was then he used his power on the other floc. He wiped his mind clean- stealing all of the memories the vampire possessed. Troll came home only moments, later. There was a lot of screaming, and a lot of scolding, and a lot of silence. Lucifer was rushed off to a room of his own and laid down on a makeshift bed- Troll was crying. He'd made her cry. Shin felt an overwhelming guilt consume him. He realized that, it'd probably only sounded like a good idea because he hadn't considered the aftermath. Had he known that it'd make Troll so devastated, he'd never even have considered it. But it was too late at that point. The deed was done.

When Lucifer came too, he was a changed floc. They covered it up, told him that he'd simply lost his memory on account of something to do with the catharsis crystals. And perhaps it was the fact that everything Lucifer once was, was also inside Shin's head at one time- but after that incident Lucifer could understand Shin even without words. It was odd… because something incredibly good had come of it, yet at the same time he couldn't help but feel so horribly guilty.

He restrained himself, clenching his paws tightly and glaring at the Corrupt butterfly. Daring him to make another move. He noticed Sirius, who was so kind despite being dealt a harsh blow- who introduced himself and was pleasant. Most likely because of his Virtuous nature. Shinigami took a small breath, he couldn't keep acting like this if he wanted to keep his friends. He had to be mature and rational, and calm. He gestured to his own name tag proudly in a somewhat silly and exaggerated matter, hoping Killian would notice him. However… the pen ink that'd once been there was smudged and faded- on account of getting drenched with the dense sphere of liquid. Shin felt his anger bubble again- after all the work they'd put into finding it! The nerve!

It took a good deal of focus to calm himself enough to float off the ground and out of the small puddles of water beneath him. After all he didn't want to make himself any more wet then he already was. So much for truth or dare... He thought to himself longingly. It was about then that Solomon poked into the doorway, hovering behind Killian. What've you gotten yourself in to Solomon...

His ears perked upright when he heard Bice's booming voice echo inside his head. Again- Shin was surprised with the kindness these flox displayed, certainly this wasn't normal- was it? Shin felt… reassured. Being in the presence of his friends. After all, Bice had introduced him without the name tag, and everyone here could, if necessary, take action against this butterfly. His focus still hitched on Solomon, however, who seemed clueless as to his friend's behavior. Perhaps he'll do something. Shin thought to himself, Solomon always had been a bit of a pushover- so maybe he would, and maybe he wouldn't. But it seemed like everyone was going to a good effort to smooth things out, and Solomon spoke his name- followed by a glance to the floc in question. He noticed another clueless floc peer in the doorway as well, though his focus was on the Corrupt butterfly at the moment.

[deer,]

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gender - male(?)
tagged - shinigami, élégante,
sirius && bice
location - game room
feeling - annoyed, angry, ect.
crush - nope

prompt (not in this post)
bio

ooc;
whoops
tell me if this is breaking the
rules. >3< massak my bb

my other floc will be here soon
so yay for that i guess owo

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-------massak was mad. No not mad, furious! no floc new how hard it was to keep this rainbow pelt clean, do you understand how easy it was to get the pastel colors CLEAN. It took hours upon hours of cleaning to even make it look presentable. of course massak had spent at least an hour cleaning it before he had come to the club house because he wanted it to be presentable to his fellow flox. deer had to basically pull him away from his own fur to get him to bed! that is crazy that he stayed up later than his keyholder because she stayed up at least until three in the morning! looking down he noticed his bow tie was drenched as well and that set him off past boiling point. it took forever for the thing to dry and now it was soaked with water, longer then it took for his own fur to dry when it got wet! looking up he tried to find who had caused him to get so outraged, growling at the laughing floc he wasn't afraid to show his anger to the nasty butterfly floc. no the floc wasn't ugly, massak was just pissed off and angry at it and he just wanted to rip it to shreds. looking over at shin and bice he again turned back to the butterfly wolf who was now laughing at him, hissing quietly he tried to keep his anger in. do this for deer, he thought because he knew how much she hated it when people and flox got into fights. turning once again he let bice encounter the floc. He wouldn't dare speak to the nasty floc for if he did it wouldn't be pretty. he only wondered what his possessive and protective brother would do it he was here to see what had happened to him. now when massak was angry it was bad, but when he was angry it was downright scary! sighing he felt his paws shake as he wanted to pound something. He wondered is this was corrupt nature coming out. knowing his keyholder would be mortified to see him like this because she had plans to make him a virtuous floc. huffing he didn't want to be labeled as anything, good, bad, who cared! he wanted to be massak and not have something on his head telling how to act. horns are stupid too he thought to himself. horns are stupid and these gems are stupid and what if he stayed in his locked forever never opening his eyes, never touching the ground, but also never being forced to do anything or be a certain personality.
-------massak wondered this, but started shaking his head angrily he knew was just mad and needed to cool down. Having this anger in his mind was making his thoughts jumbled and cluttered and he didn't know what to think. a part of him though told him it wasn't just anger thinking that he had these thoughts since he was told about becoming either virtuous or corrupt and that the anger was only bringing it out. shaking his head once again he thought if he stayed like this something bad was going to happen, either something massak said or did. a headache came from thinking so hard and he lied down putting his paws over his head. he wished desperately that his brother was here, then he wouldn't have to communicate with anyone he wouldn't have to be social. massak wouldn't have these thoughts of stayed locked for the hundred years he lived. he would have never had water thrown on that's for sure. then he thought, he would have never met any of the other flox that had treated him in such a kind matter. he would have never got to know bice or shin, or any of them. for now massak just wanted to forget all about the horrible floc and play truth or dare with his new friends. "so, truth or dare" massak asked èlégante again smiling. he would never let the floc ruin his mood or this day that was going so well.

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〘〘Gender〙〙 female
〘〘Tagged〙〙 Castiel; Suga' (Sugar)
〘〘Location〙〙 The Playground/Yard
〘〘Feeling〙〙 Playful, fluffy

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Prompt: "Today is the opening
day for The Flox Clubhouse!
The keyholders have worked
hard to put together a place for
their flox to meet. They're not
allowed in except to finish
construction, but already
keyholders are bringing their
flox to play. Today is the
icebreaker! Meet new
friends and have fun!"

ooc: <<having some troubles
with my family getting sick, but
i should be active enough to RP...>>

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Agatha;; Flower Crown Floc

Agatha enjoyed listening to Sugar's molasses-and-honey accent. It was rather refreshing to hear something so comforting... She wondered if that would be some sort of power Sugar would develop post-Catharsis... some sort of sleep or soothing power? Agatha shook the thoughts about Catharsis from her head and she roused herself for the game, shaking her fur out in excitement. A slight dusting of pollen came from her paws, but that was to be expected, since Agatha had just experienced Catharsis. She probably wouldn't master her powers without a few more months of practice and arduous training to control using them whenever she didn't want.

I'm not sure you know what you're getting yourselves into. Your tag team of bird and floc might not be able to help you find me. Agatha winked playfully at the two of them. Agatha's fur stuck out at every possible tuft, making her look like some sort of grey and purple-patterned puff ball. She giggled at the mental image of herself she got from the pair of them. I'm ready to get to hiding whenever you feel ready to start counting, Castiel.

[Vintage]

I am not a Witch

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Jacqueline ● Revelation ● Female ● Bio ● Prompt ● Check-In Room

Brown hair flying, in a disastrous mess, Maka pushed open the door of the Flox Clubhouse. She had hear raving reviews about the exclusive club, and hoped she could drop Jacqueline off here, for the day, while she went back to school. Of course, Jacqueline wouldn't have that. "Are you kidding me?" The Revelation floc asked telepathically. "I've been chilling out all this time at your apartment, and you decide NOW that you'll take me to the club?" Maka rolled her eyes. "You need to meet others, and here's the best way." She said kindly, nudging Jacqueline in the direction of the check-in book. The two whispered things to each other, Jacqueline spitting mad, Maka sweet and soft, before the key-holder rushed out of the door, leaving her floc in the empty room. While in there, Jacqueline thought of the comfortable apartment, despising the modern clubhouse. She could imagine her old play toys, spheres of rubber that she used to move about, laying strewn in her room, waiting for that one moment to be played with once more.

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I am just Misunderstood

[kivr & fireflii]

ANNOUNCEMENT 7/7/14:
I've decided to post all future announcements to the discussion thread! Things like Word of the Day winners, reminders, etc. will be posted there. Feel free to mark the thread, but please remember to check there often if you don't!
-fireflii

[Temperance.]

[ bio | prompt | tags; Solomon, Sirius, Bice, Élégante, Airi, Shin, Massak | location; game room ]

❝ Please be advised, your Captain has arrived ❞

There was no purer or more enjoyable delight than that which was invariably experienced after a piece of mischief went exactly as planned. For his part Killian was barely able to restrain his mirth, wondering vaguely as he rolled on the floor whether it was possible for death by laughter to be considered an 'outside force' for his species. Frankly he would not have been opposed to such a thing, it seemed a rather good way to go, death by enjoyment, and he could hardly complain. All the same he felt his composure creeping back in on him, so when it became obvious that he would not need to worry about a potential imminent death, Killian blew out a long breath and pulled himself to his paws, levitating just above the floor with a smirk on his face.

Looking around, to better assess the havoc he had wrought, Killian found himself staring at a decidedly dry Floc, and immediately irritation threaded itself through him. It seemed that, in his excitement, he had missed one of the game room Flox. Worse still was the fact that he recognized the dry Floc as the rude one that had interrupted his conversation with Solomon earlier! Vowing internally to find a way to rectify this mistake later, Killian forced himself to not think of the mistake, and instead turned to the Floc with a quirked eyebrow.

"Who am I? Why I-" And here he shot them all a devilish grin and swept into a playful bow, "I am Captain Killian! Sailor of the seas and master of the waters." He smirked at the impertinent one whom had called himself "Sirius," wondering if the annoying Sparkle had done anything in his life that could compare. Frankly Killian doubted it.

The other yellow butterfly in the room looked decidedly put out, but Killian couldn't find it within himself to feel bad, her wings would dry with time and she'd be no worse for the wear, and for the time being she'd simply need to rely more on levitation than her wings. Big deal. Killian had had to do the same many times before, and this had just been a little sprinkling. All the same she was a very pretty little thing, and shooting her a playful image of a human gentleman winking, the corrupt Floc grinned lazily and spoke to her. "I must say, your wings look quite stunning with a sheen of moisture on them. Like delicate flowers touched by dew, very pretty on you." He purred out smoothly, thickening his English accent a little bit for emphasis. He never really expected any positive reaction from his flirtation, and did it more for fun than anything else, but at worst it was a good way to surprise new acquaintances in their first impression of him.

Another Floc drifted into the room at this moment, and raising his eyebrows in faint disbelief (truthfully Killian wasn't sure how any of them were able to comfortably fit in the room at this point) he turned to the newcomer and bowed playfully to her as well. "Hello Airi, you are just in time to observe the aftermath of my little joke." He grinned roguishly, "I decided to have a little fun with these poor saps and gave them a preemptive bath." The butterfly Floc couldn't help but cackle at his own cleverness.

Still highly amused, Killian's attention turned onto the awakened Floc, a dark-coloured corrupt male that looked vaguely familiar, and with a start he realized that it was Bice. They had met before, though it appeared the awakened Floc didn't recognize him at the present time, which really only made the trick more delightful. Deciding to play along with this charade, Killian chortled at Bice's words and bobbed his head. "Wasted an opportunity? I think not! My only regret is that I left one of your members undrenched...but I'll rectify that situation eventually." He said slyly, already beginning to plan up new scenarios in which Sirius got his due as well. As Bice introduced the newcomer, Airi, to everyone, Killian grinned once more as the awakened Floc failed to recognize him again, and sensing an opportunity he puffed out his chest and fluttered his wings dramatically, moving closer to Bice. "It is I! The magnificent Captain Killian!" He crowed delightedly.

Solomon, it seemed, had indeed chosen to follow him into the game room, though after giving his own introduction it was clear by his glance at Killian that he had not heard the corrupted Floc already present himself. It was hardly of any consequence though, and Killian wasn't about to do it for a third time. There was a plague Floc, one of the ones he had drenched, who was staring at him so furiously that Killian almost wondered if he would burst a vein. Not phased by the displeasure written in the silent Floc's face, and aware only of his name thanks to Bice's introductions, Killian decided after a moment of contemplation to see how far he could push his luck. Arching an eyebrow at Shinigami, he shot him the widest smile he could, an expression that was at once both infuriating and a bit terrifying to look at. Let's see how he handles that. Killian thought to himself with a chortle, vaguely disappointed in the lack of any outbursts thus far from his victims.

It seemed, at least, that the Ribbon Floc was visibly furious, and that was gratifying to Killian in some perverse way. Yet even as he stood there, staring with a smirk at the other male Floc, and waited for the explosion of anger to occur....it didn't happen. Disappointment rippled through Killian, apart from causing them all obvious discomfort and irritation, it appeared that his trick had not been enough to propel them into action. Shrugging off the thought Killian pushed it to the back of his mind. No matter, I'll just need to plan something even better. He thought to himself wickedly.

On impulse, seeing the Ribbon - who called himself Massak - initiating the game of truth or dare again, Killian decided to hazard his luck and join in on the game. If he could learn more about them then perhaps he would be able to create a more effective plan to irritate them in the future, and besides, truth or dare was undoubtedly an amusing way to pass the time. "Mind if I join in?" He asked the Ribbon Floc, smirking at him once more in amusement and silently daring him to try and refuse. There really was no way in which this situation could end that would disappoint him. Either Killian would be allowed to play the game and find his amusement there, or a great argument could be started if the Ribbon refused him. For Killian it was a win-win situation.

[//dies Sorry for taking so long everyone. Busy week and a LOT of stuff to reply to in this post :'D]