#pararmour

      Eren hadn’t really done evacuation duty much, even back in the day when he had had duties as a soldier. As high-ranking personnel himself, he had been exempted from such things in favor of keeping his own ass covered. Despite that, he was currently directing people towards an underground shelter, not really saying much, but still doing his best to help.       Hearing a clinking sound far too heavy to be human, he turned his head, only to come face to face with a familiar face. With a bit of an incredulous expression on his face, he spoke out pretty naturally, despite his previous quietness.

          Adjusting the cuff of his sleeve, there would be a quick drum of fingertips along his own wrist as brown eyes would flare about, taking in as much detail as he could manage from the many masked faces crowding the room. Interesting characters, they seemed to be, and the added air of mystery would certainly only serve to further entice him to ask a lady for a dance. Though already had his sights been set upon a certain woman dressed in various shades of violet, face well hidden behind the disguise as all guests, including himself, were bearing. Inigo is quick to approach her from accross the room, revealing a warm smile as he'd near and extend a calloused hand in her direction with fingertips curled in invitation.

          "Surely this stunning woman doesn't plan on spending the night alone, does she? I can think of no greater tragedy-- And it is one I wish to help avoid, if I may." There's a polite bow of the dancer's head as he steps back, gesturing towards the dance floor with his free arm as his smile broadens. "Perhaps you'll indulge me in a dance, my lady?"

        Learning had always been a great joy for the Baggins, as unseemly it was in the Shire. Hobbits were not known to have a love of wisdom as they did for fresh tilled soul or of ails and food. Nevertheless, the thrill of obtaining something new in terms of knowledge was a precious thing, and as useful as any weapon or blade. 

   Bilbo had not been focused on one particular thing as he was walking that day, not till something catches a glimpse or a figure nearby. A girl, with a weapon in hand, appeared to be training, or practicing, of a sort. It was something Bilbo had seen many times in the company of Thorin Oakenshield, especially Fili, Kili and Dwalin. Her stance looked somewhat familiar, and the way she balanced her lance was like a memory from the past Bilbo could not quiet recall. Curiosity got the better of the burglar, and he wished that he could have named what was bothering him so. Still, the poor hobbit had been staring for so long that now the woman had noticed, and guilt flooded the Baggins as he was clearly being rude.

   "O-Oh! Do forgive me, Miss. I did not mean to stare."

"Oh... ah, hello there, Kjelle. It's... uh, it's a really nice day today, isn't it?"

The swordsman sidles up, as if from nowhere. His words are stilted and carefully chosen, very carefully choosing the words with which he acknowledged his heavily-armored companion. It wasn't particularly difficult to find her, after all - even when she's not wearing her huge armor, the knight still projects the sheer sensation of 'armor' like a beacon.

Owain twiddles the invitation in his hands nervously, resisting the urge to bend it as he continues speaking.

"Have you heard tell of this, uh, 'Winter Masquerade' that's being put on? Seems very suspect. It's fishier than the air downwind of Tharja on a hot day."

(( Hmm... I probably shouldn't ship it as much as I do, but I really do, because of how different Noire and Owain are around each other. In their supports, Owain's not talking about sword techniques and Noire's not doing her BLOOD AND THUNDER act. They're just... they're just talking about cakes.

         { ❀ } — The knight was but a silhouette Inigo felt he could recognize from nearly any distance. Though granted, it was surely due to the hefty armor she donned, but one could always imagine —or pretend— otherwise. And so with one hand rested upon his own slim hip and relaxed sigh expelled, digits curl as he gives the metal suit a few knocks, along with an extra for good measure.