[ Amused, he leads her out for a spin before pulling her back in toward himself—all talk of stepping on feet nonwithstanding, he is light on his. Footwork is indeed one of his best skills, a family style passed down for many, many years. What is swordsmanship, if not a kind of dance? Enough to pretend for long enough to dance with a gorgeous gal.
Her guess isn't a bad one. He laughs, a soft raspy noise colored with warmth. ]
Close. I do consider myself a man of duty.
[ A classy young lady like this—from the way she carries herself to the properness of her motions—gives him the sense that she is uppercrust. Unlikely to be all too pleased to find out she's dancing with a former convict and current fugitive of the Holy Empire. So that's a tidbit about himself he neglects to share for now. ]
I used to serve a lord. Now, I've been traveling with someone to pay my debt to them. [ he pauses, then corrects: ] Well. Before here. I haven't seen her at all in this resort.
[ He hums, giving her another up and down while moving into another step. ]
You, on the other hand... [ he drawls, and then arbitrarily chooses the utmost station for a lovely woman he can think of, ] Princess?
[ It's more stating the obvious than it is a compliment. But good for him for being able to travel though, and not being bound to serve someone. Weiss certainly isn't someone who likes the idea of that.
As for her? She isn't offended by his guess, merely blurting out a very casual "Nope." as she follows his lead, finding this all too easy yet enjoyable. ]
Former heiress. [ There's a negative connotation to it, especially with how it seems to be a thing of the past, but Weiss does not seem bothered saying it out loud. ] I'm a Huntress.
[ He doesn't seem to be put off by her being an heiress. Such things are quite common as far as Rokurou is concerned; a thing of the past, perhaps, but he too is a thing of the past. However, that isn't what really catches his attention. ]
A Huntress? [ he leads her into another step and spin in time to the music, deftly avoiding a couple of drunk guests having a fun time spinning around on the dance floor. ] What exactly do you hunt?
Soulless monsters that are attracted by negative emotion and energy. They exist to destroy, which causes a lot of problems.
[ Understatement of the century. But Weiss will keep it that for now! Much as their enemies have changed to humans and god-like beings, the Grimm are still creatures that Huntsmen have sworn to fight and defend mankind from. Besides, it's kind of off-putting to start talking about how your enemies are gods and a crazy lady whose husband left her and all that...
Her movements on the dance floor get a little bigger, whether it's with a pop of her foot or a flourish of her wrist when she's spun around. She's having fun! ]
I wield Myrtenaster— a Multi-Action Dust Rapier. I wish I had it with me- that would make things a lot more convenient. Not that I'm hoping to get into any battles here.
[ So yes, she does wield a ✨sword✨! A sword that is also a... gun. And she uses it like a magic wand most times. ]
[ Oh boy—that sounds a lot like something he is. Not quite the same, of course, not enough to give him a pause in thought. If he had to be chased around the resort by anyone for being full of malevolence, he would pick a cute girl with a talent for swordsmanship.
Well. No need to bring it up now! Why spoil such a fun dance? She’s light on her feet, a skill that the swordsman very much appreciates. ]
I couldn’t agree more. I’m a swordsman myself, but none of my swords arrived with me. Haven’t been able to find a single one around either.
[ He gives her another spin in time with the music and leads into a dip, offering a boyish grin while he does so, ]
Guess we’ll have to make do, hm?
[ As he guides her back to her feet in another artful swoop. Teasing aside, when it comes to motion and movement, the Rangetsu clan is second to none. ]
I'm sure our stuff are here somewhere. I refuse to accept that they stole our belongings and destroyed them.
[ Not that she's even aware that people can be taken from their worlds without clothes on or anything. That would honestly just be so stupid. . . ]
There are other things to do here, you know. [ It's what she says once she's spun, quick to balance herself and move along. ] Not that I'll be doing much of it, but it seems there are so many games to play in the casino.
You're right. I don't know how to play most of them, myself. Never had much times for games back in Midgand.
[ The song reaches its close, the last few beats drawn out long enough for one more step. When it finally ends and the other guests politely clap for the band, Rokurou offers her a little bow, playing the part of a gentleman. ]
Thank you for dancing with me. You're a great partner.
[ He's not the only one who bows. Weiss places her hands on her skirt and does a curtsy. ]
Thank you for inviting me. It was fun.
[ She actually had fun. The most fun she's had since arriving here, and that's saying a lot. Their masks prevent her from seeing his face in full, but she'll try and remember the hair. Voice, too. ]
[ There is no rule about removing your mask once you're in the party, as far as he knows, which is why he reaches up to peel it off of his face. The removal is a relief; air cools on his skin as he brushes a few loose strands of dark hair back behind his ear. ]
This might be cheating, buuuut ... I don't think anyone else is watching. [ he shares a little grin, ] A name is easier to remember with a face, right?
[ Well then! If he's doing that, then she may as well do the same.
She's careful to remove the mask off her face, making sure she doesn't mess up her hair in the process. There's a scar that runs down the left side of her face, across her eye. ]
If this is cheating, then I'll try to keep my mouth shut. [ There's a grin right back. She may be a goody two shoes, but she's not pandering to the authorities here. ] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rokurou. I'm Weiss.
[ The scar draws his attention. She had mentioned she was a huntress; had it been from a battle? Thin, precise, but her eye does not seem to be compromised. He wants to ask but finally pushes the urge back down, knowing that it's not the time or place to ask a lady about a mark on her face. There may not actually be a time or place to ask a lady about anything on her face.
Which is rather pretty. It wouldn't have mattered either way with his finding her personality to be quite charming but it's nice to see it without the mask. True enough: a name is better with a face to go with it. ]
The pleasure is all mine.
[ Since he's already enjoying playing the role of a proper gentleman—he reaches to take her hand in his, bowing his hand as he presses a light kiss against the back of it. ]
Did your lord teach you how to charm people, or is this a natural trait?
[ Because she is just that— charmed. She's not a blushing mess surprisingly, but she does let out a giddy little giggle when he kisses the back of her hand. ]
This almost feels like one of those encounters at a fancy ball, and then we'll never meet each other ever again.
[ Whew, girl, giving that old lord of his way too much credit. This proper behavior would be the work of his strict and terrifying mother—but he doesn't think bringing that up is going to increase his charm points. The woman would be rolling in her grave if she knew that her youngest son was tomcatting around some sex resort, so better not to think about her right now at all. ]
Let's hope that isn't the case. Let's not be strangers, alright?
[ And she definitely won't pretend she doesn't know him! Why would she do that when she got to indulge herself in a little bit of dancing? It was fun, and if she doesn't find a way out of here soon, then at least she made an acquaintance. ]
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Her guess isn't a bad one. He laughs, a soft raspy noise colored with warmth. ]
Close. I do consider myself a man of duty.
[ A classy young lady like this—from the way she carries herself to the properness of her motions—gives him the sense that she is uppercrust. Unlikely to be all too pleased to find out she's dancing with a former convict and current fugitive of the Holy Empire. So that's a tidbit about himself he neglects to share for now. ]
I used to serve a lord. Now, I've been traveling with someone to pay my debt to them. [ he pauses, then corrects: ] Well. Before here. I haven't seen her at all in this resort.
[ He hums, giving her another up and down while moving into another step. ]
You, on the other hand... [ he drawls, and then arbitrarily chooses the utmost station for a lovely woman he can think of, ] Princess?
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[ It's more stating the obvious than it is a compliment. But good for him for being able to travel though, and not being bound to serve someone. Weiss certainly isn't someone who likes the idea of that.
As for her? She isn't offended by his guess, merely blurting out a very casual "Nope." as she follows his lead, finding this all too easy yet enjoyable. ]
Former heiress. [ There's a negative connotation to it, especially with how it seems to be a thing of the past, but Weiss does not seem bothered saying it out loud. ] I'm a Huntress.
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A Huntress? [ he leads her into another step and spin in time to the music, deftly avoiding a couple of drunk guests having a fun time spinning around on the dance floor. ] What exactly do you hunt?
[ He grins, eyes brightening with the topic— ]
And your weapon of choice?
[ Could it be... swords? ✨ ]
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[ Understatement of the century. But Weiss will keep it that for now! Much as their enemies have changed to humans and god-like beings, the Grimm are still creatures that Huntsmen have sworn to fight and defend mankind from. Besides, it's kind of off-putting to start talking about how your enemies are gods and a crazy lady whose husband left her and all that...
Her movements on the dance floor get a little bigger, whether it's with a pop of her foot or a flourish of her wrist when she's spun around. She's having fun! ]
I wield Myrtenaster— a Multi-Action Dust Rapier. I wish I had it with me- that would make things a lot more convenient. Not that I'm hoping to get into any battles here.
[ So yes, she does wield a ✨sword✨! A sword that is also a... gun. And she uses it like a magic wand most times. ]
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Well. No need to bring it up now! Why spoil such a fun dance? She’s light on her feet, a skill that the swordsman very much appreciates. ]
I couldn’t agree more. I’m a swordsman myself, but none of my swords arrived with me. Haven’t been able to find a single one around either.
[ He gives her another spin in time with the music and leads into a dip, offering a boyish grin while he does so, ]
Guess we’ll have to make do, hm?
[ As he guides her back to her feet in another artful swoop. Teasing aside, when it comes to motion and movement, the Rangetsu clan is second to none. ]
At least we can dance.
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[ Not that she's even aware that people can be taken from their worlds without clothes on or anything. That would honestly just be so stupid. . . ]
There are other things to do here, you know. [ It's what she says once she's spun, quick to balance herself and move along. ] Not that I'll be doing much of it, but it seems there are so many games to play in the casino.
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[ The song reaches its close, the last few beats drawn out long enough for one more step. When it finally ends and the other guests politely clap for the band, Rokurou offers her a little bow, playing the part of a gentleman. ]
Thank you for dancing with me. You're a great partner.
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Thank you for inviting me. It was fun.
[ She actually had fun. The most fun she's had since arriving here, and that's saying a lot. Their masks prevent her from seeing his face in full, but she'll try and remember the hair. Voice, too. ]
Can I get my dance partner's name?
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[ There is no rule about removing your mask once you're in the party, as far as he knows, which is why he reaches up to peel it off of his face. The removal is a relief; air cools on his skin as he brushes a few loose strands of dark hair back behind his ear. ]
This might be cheating, buuuut ... I don't think anyone else is watching. [ he shares a little grin, ] A name is easier to remember with a face, right?
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She's careful to remove the mask off her face, making sure she doesn't mess up her hair in the process. There's a scar that runs down the left side of her face, across her eye. ]
If this is cheating, then I'll try to keep my mouth shut. [ There's a grin right back. She may be a goody two shoes, but she's not pandering to the authorities here. ] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rokurou. I'm Weiss.
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[ The scar draws his attention. She had mentioned she was a huntress; had it been from a battle? Thin, precise, but her eye does not seem to be compromised. He wants to ask but finally pushes the urge back down, knowing that it's not the time or place to ask a lady about a mark on her face. There may not actually be a time or place to ask a lady about anything on her face.
Which is rather pretty. It wouldn't have mattered either way with his finding her personality to be quite charming but it's nice to see it without the mask. True enough: a name is better with a face to go with it. ]
The pleasure is all mine.
[ Since he's already enjoying playing the role of a proper gentleman—he reaches to take her hand in his, bowing his hand as he presses a light kiss against the back of it. ]
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[ Because she is just that— charmed. She's not a blushing mess surprisingly, but she does let out a giddy little giggle when he kisses the back of her hand. ]
This almost feels like one of those encounters at a fancy ball, and then we'll never meet each other ever again.
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[ Whew, girl, giving that old lord of his way too much credit. This proper behavior would be the work of his strict and terrifying mother—but he doesn't think bringing that up is going to increase his charm points. The woman would be rolling in her grave if she knew that her youngest son was tomcatting around some sex resort, so better not to think about her right now at all. ]
Let's hope that isn't the case. Let's not be strangers, alright?
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[ And she definitely won't pretend she doesn't know him! Why would she do that when she got to indulge herself in a little bit of dancing? It was fun, and if she doesn't find a way out of here soon, then at least she made an acquaintance. ]