"I don't get why I can't just show off my parapara skills," Buson whined, not exactly thrilled with the idea of learning another dance... Sure, it's a little dated, but...

((We appreciated the maintained dignity. Truly a valiant effort!))

"-Because having just one style of dance under your belt is a quick way to get steamrolled across the floor! " Daedra shot him a serious expression, as if such a statement held the weight of a life-or-death matter!

"One false step or a repeated number, and you'll be eaten alive!!" A raised finger in warning. "It's cut-throat! Besides, no one said you can't mix and match your preferred moves with some updated one! C'mon-- you can do it! Again--from the top!!"

“ O-ORDERS FROM MY SUPERIOR. ”

Any noise that Falkner was making was cut off by the blow to his neck. Before he could recover, he felt an arm wrapping under his head, pulling him back towards the bulkier man.

No!

Wings flailed frantically out, desperate to keep any space between them, knowing if those wings got pinned down that he'd be trapped. Hands came to the arm around his neck, trying to grip at it, pull it away, scratch it-anything! There had to be some way to get out of this man's grasp-the hybrid certainly wasn't going to let himself be tied up.

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It was too quiet today. His sense of time was fairly distorted at this point, but when not drugged up, he could at least tell if scientists hadn’t stopped by for longer than usual. So when that door finally clicked open, the avian was naturally on edge.

The still silence was disturbed by the ruffling of feathers as he eyed the stranger warily.

The man wasn’t wearing a Rocket uniform, nor any sort of lab coat...but that didn’t necessarily mean he was safe. They could be tricky, sometimes. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, an alarm was going off.

This man was a little too eager to help him.

At first, the creature stepped back, trying to keep some distance between the two of them as he hissed cautiously. But as he continued to eye the stranger, Falkner’s vocalizations began to die down. As far as the experiment could see, he had no weapons or restraints on him, and he was fairly bulky...Although he knew well his wings made it hard to maneuver in the narrow halls, there was a chance he might be able to slip by...but he would have to time it just right.

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      Disaster, or finally a way for Archer to dispose of his smelly purple nemesis once and for all and make it look like a complete ACCIDENT.

Elise sees her daughter interacting with her old Team Rocket co-workers.