#invincibilem

    "See? This heat's not so bad once you get a view of the beach." Despite the oppressive heat, Rider remained rather enthusiastic about the entire prospect of being near such a large body of water. Perhaps it was due to his mother's half, that of a sea nymph or goddess of the water, that allowed him to shrug off the heat and focus instead on the calming effect of the waves lapping up the shore.

    He turned to his friend and ally, a warrior with hair that could only be rivaled by the goddesses themselves. He had managed to track down and drag Pyrrha to the beach for a some time off the city. He'd suggested they both cool down, and what better place is there than a large body of water?

3. Describe their posture. Do they carry themselves well or do they slouch?

Blake’s posture always seems to depend on her mood. More often than not she seems to be rather content or indifferent; usually a mix of both on a good day. With that, she’s pretty good at keeping it top-notch. Sitting up straight with shoulders back and hands folded in her lap, standing with confidence and gusto, but with the habit of arms folded across her chest like she’s been unimpressed by something or someone. Though when her mood deteriorates or she’s feeling out of line, Blake most likely slouches forward with her chin rested in her palm. She’ll slump a little in her stance as well, making her more susceptible to people asking if she’s alright or she needs anything to spike her energy.

 5. How do they move? Are they clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid?

          -- "Hey! Pyrrha, wait up...!" --

This time, Neptune knows it's Pyrrha -- the flashes of golds and reds and the swish of her ponytail are unmistakable. He hurries to catch up to the redhead, waving and grinning as he goes.

              -- "Man, you wouldn't believe this, but I totally thought                    I saw you already today. Some poor girl had to put                     up with me running and yellin' at her." He chuckles.                      "Anyway, it's really you! Hey!"

Neptune rubs at the back of his neck, doing the habitual check-over he's done with all his friends in this place so far. Are they okay? Do they seem healthy? Hurt? Pyrrha seems pretty good, but she strikes him as the kind of person who's really good at internalizing stuff. That kinda thing comes with being famous, he figures.

    The place was crowded. Getting in took a bit of shoving, especially with all the guests those men at the front door had to deal with. Sneaking in was not his strongsuit, but Achilles had managed to infiltrate a location in the past by dressing up as a red-haired woman, so needless to say he had some experience.

    He is greeted by a most festive atmosphere as soon as he stepped foot inside the establishment, however. Though, Achilles would prefer a much different sort of festivity. The elated atmosphere among masked men and women was... stifling. Not to mention, his jet black suit felt restrictive.

    "Peeking seemed to have been a waste," he commented dryly with a hint of disappointment, as he did away with his shoddy excuse of a mask, along with loosening his orange tie. "Might as well eat some of the food they have--" Sunset eyes then caught a familiar carmine head of hair, just near the edge of a crowded corner. His lips formed a sly smile. "--Or perhaps I'd pursue myself a partner for the night."

    With his renewed interest in the ball, the Eirei sought after the woman with the red hair, easily weaving through the crowd until he finally reached her. He did not intend to sneak up on her, and spoke clearly and loudly enough for her to hear his voice. "I didn't think these sort of parties were to your taste, Pyrrha."

invincibilem

♘ ;  Fingers brushed along the venetian mask;the tips tracing the gold trimming that accompanied the emerald mask. It became his protective barrier. "As long as I wear this.." Lancer mumbled softly, words trailed off as he had entered the baronial that held the ball."--None shall be a victim tonight." Eyes almost as prominent as the gold on his mask, they observed the busy ballroom. Many were already paired off and having a good time; while some had found company at the bar. Diarmuid could not help but break out a content smile for he felt as normal as he would ever be ( despite being a heroic spirit ). He made more attempts to walk around the room, hands resting in his pant pockets. The room was colorful with the wide arrange of masquerade masks. Everyone was different, and he fitted in just right. A handsome face under a mask created more mystery for anyone who exchanged glances. None however were smitten. Thank the lord.

If we kissed?

   Kagome drew taut the string of her bow, aligning it with a wooden arrow. Hand was steady; practiced; she'd done this a million times before. With great precision, she fired. The arrow whizzed through the air and struck the target board smack in the middle.

Confidence & a grin etched on the girl's features, "Even without demon's to practice on, I've still got it." In Hive City, she knew she couldn't afford to let her skills rust, and so Kagome had begun to spend a fair amount of time at an abandoned combat training range skirting the city's forest. It was quiet, peaceful, and isolated -- allowed her time to think, yet sometimes wallow in her own loneliness.

As she plucked another arrow from her quiver, the crunching of leaves and twigs on soil caught her attention. Hazel eyes drew away from the target, and to the intruder. A red-haired female, carrying an impressive sword, had entered the range; most likely to train, as well. Kagome put her arrow back to rest and dropped her bow to her side, offering a kind smile.