Burning down the house

[mo_cara]

WHO: The Makaras and anyone else who wants to join in!
TONE: Fun ... wild and crazy fun
RATING: PG to R, depending on shenanigans
WHEN: December 20th
WHERE: Near the edge of the Forbidden Forest
WHAT: Since there're so many new adults around, the Makara boys decide to throw an impromptu bonfire night!

The bonfire set on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the boundary of the school property, rivals the one set for Guy Fawkes. But there are no frozen flames spells here, and the heat roars off it, sending sparks crackling and dancing toward the sky. Two remarkably similar young men dance around the fire, and even in the December weather, the heat allows them to do so without their shirts on, revealing extensive tattooing. The shorter, more muscular one is decorated with white bones, echoing what's under his skin, and the taller, more slender one has similar bones tats, but done in black ink, along with occult symbols. White bones, Kurloz, has a fiddle, and black bones, Gamzee, has a drum, and the music is as wild as their movements.

There are a few flasks of liquor being passed around the fire, and an ominous figure in black robes with giant horns spiraling up from his silver-shot black mane sits some distance away, gripping an ebon wood staff, but the overall mood is celebratory. Any excuse for a party, after all!



((OOC: Anybody can show up to the bonfire, and pretty much anyone who knows the Makaras or has run into them over the last day has been invited. But ex-professor Rhydderch will be keeping an eye out for underage craziness - those who are still students won't be turned away, but they won't be allowed to get riproaring drunk, either, as this is more aimed at adults than kids.))

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[wavesofjade]

[Even with all the things she's seen in her life, everything she's been through, there is still something about this which makes her hesitate. Dolores doesn't approach the fire close enough for it to cast light over her, not at first. She stands a distance away and watches the young boys - who she had not seen for many years longer than it had been since she saw their older mentor - go about their dancing around the fire.

When she makes the decision, not to turn back, but to accept the invitation that was offered to her by Rhys, she makes a beeline straight for him. She won't object nor resist being waylaid between that point and her chosen destination, but eventually she will make it there, and rather than sit, she'll offer her hand down to the older wizard with a sweet, but undeniably mischievous smile.]

Dance with me.


[[ooc: Anyone can interrupt her at any point in this post owo]]

[higherthaneverybody]

[He looks up at her, the firelight casting his lined face in shadows, and turning the silver in his hair to copper. He gives her a long, unreadable look, but then takes her hand and rises, towering above her petite frame.]

Far be it from me to begrudge a beautiful woman, but are you sure you want to indulge this old man? [And then that sharp, devil-may-care smile appears, the old one.] You might give me a heart attack, annwyl.

[wavesofjade]

There are worse ways to end a life, dearest.

[She gives his hands a tug, stepping backwards towards the light of the fire, and she laughs.]

But I do not think that you are so decrepit yet.

[higherthaneverybody]

[He chuckles, low and pleased, allowing her to pull him along.] Maybe not, as you might find out to your detriment. [teases, and then slides smoothly into a waltz position with her, one hand at her waist, the other clasping her hand warmly]

I think I have enough in me to finish at least one dance, before I blissfully shuffle off this mortal coil, all dreams fulfilled. [And he then proves that he's still quite vital as he begins spinning her around the fire.]

[wavesofjade]

All dreams?

[She allows him to spin her, moving lazily despite the tempo of the music, and tilts her head up to look him in the eyes - as fearlessly as she ever did. Her fingers slide over his shoulder and drum lightly against the fabric of his robes.]

You flatter me. The years have not dulled your silver tongue, my dear.

[higherthaneverybody]

Are you sure? [He looks down at her with those strange violet blue eyes he shares with his son and nephew, and arches one eyebrow.] I think perhaps more confirmation is in order.

[And he spins her into a low dip, and kisses her, quite thoroughly and deeply. It's been quite some time since he allowed himself such indulgences, and he takes the time to enjoy it - he has always been very fond of Ms. Maryam.] What do you think?

[wavesofjade]

[Her heel almost slips on the grass, and her grip on his shoulder tightens, only to relax as she's kissed. The years only served to bring them together in this way, even if nothing permanent could ever come of it, for differing reasons on both sides.

Dolores' eyes glint with humour, and she bites her lower lip.]

I find that such things always require further study. Don't you agree?

[higherthaneverybody]

[He laughs again, and pulls her up into his much larger body, to spin her across the grass again. He feels twenty years younger, and it's a pleasant thing indeed, and though he knows her own youth is an illusion, that makes it so much more interesting. Sometimes he wonders if she'll remember him a hundred years from now, but ultimately it doesn't matter. He's been consumed with his life's work for so long now, a breath of fresh air and a spin around the bonfire with Dolores almost seem a sign, that he's doing something right, that he can take a break for one night.]

Indeed, but as pleasant as that would be, as the pursuit of knowledge always is, there are children present. [And his eyebrows jump in a mock-scandalized expression.]

[innocent_insanity]

[Kurloz only delays her travel momentarily by abruptly dropping his fiddle and grabbing the petite woman (to him) up in a hug and spinning her around, his deep laughter warm and pleased as it rolls in her mind. As he sets her down he takes her face in his hands, examining the gentle features with a smile and kissing her chastely on the lips in greeting as his voice murmurs fondly:]

Ta suil agam go bhfuil tu i mbarr na slainte, a chuisle mo chroí.

[Winking, he sets her down and gives a courtly bow he'd learnt from the faeries and had refined by Rhys before getting his fiddle and dancing off again, the music starting up more joyously chaotic than ever.]

[wavesofjade]

Oh-!

[It's an expression of surprise--delight--as she's lifted up and span around, and she rests one of her hands on his when he cups her face.]

Never better, a leanbh.

[She curtsies in response to his bow, and laughs softly, watching him dance away. Perhaps she will catch up with him later.]

[doctorkishitani]

[A young man in a labcoat -it's what muggle healers traditionally wear, so it must helps him to blend in with the muggles- stands a small distance from the bonfire, watching the proceedings with a placidly curious smile. He can't say he understands this ritual very well, but he has always found it rather fascinating. Also fascinating is the fact that he's been transported back to Hogwarts, but they'll be time to ask about that later.]


[OOC: Those darn ghosts are at it again. Shinra will be 24 for the duration of this event.]

[mo_cara]

[The tall, sinewy man with the black tattoos and the drum pulls up short when he sees Shinra, dark eyes peering at him from the skull paint mask, and then stalks around the fire to stand in front of the smaller man, white teeth flashing in a predatory smile.]

Motherfucker, Shinra? Babe, is that you?

[littlefairybull]

-=the makaras aren't the only ones who've grown to be a bit more wild looking over time. Tavros had run with horses and flown with dragons, and no matter how battered he got he just stood back up on his metal reinforced legs and kept on going.

Still, he wasn't that much better dealing with people, even if he seems more confident. He's spent so much time with animals and magical creatures that humans are still baffling=-

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee honks with wild delight upon spotting his friend, spinning over to him and hooting loudly to catch his cousin's attention. He slings the drum over his back, and then grabs Tavros's hands, squeezing them and pulling him forward.] Come and dance with me, annwyl!

[littlefairybull]

-=tavros just laughs, gripping his friend's hands tightly=-

I'm... still not that great a dancer, yeah? Haha.

[mo_cara]

Then we'll be up and making you one. [grinning, as he pulls Tavros into a rollicking, wild, twirling dance around the fire] I ain't never had the chance to do this with you before, and I ain't giving it up now!

[toreadorkabull]

-=he fumbles a bit at first, but he's been using these particular braces for so long now that the motions were a lot more natural. not perfect, but he can at least keep up=- You never asked!

[mo_cara]

I know. I had all these holes in my motherfuckin' pan what made me stupid. [slipping an arm around Tavros's waist and guiding him into a lively reel]

[littlefairybull]

-=he lets gamzee lead, because wtf is dancing=-

Probably would have just... fallen all over everything anyway.

[marshall_lee]

[Marshall stands back in the shadows and watches for a while. He knows his appearance back here will pretty much gives away his secret, but for now he doesn't care. It's nice to be out of hiding and it's even nicer seeing people that he had been pretty fond of. Besides, it's not like he couldn't just lie and say he was turned after he graduated. He steps out of the shadows and makes his way over to the fire and sits and gives an oh-so-casual wave.]

"Fancy seeing you all again."

[mo_cara]

[If Gamzee notices that Marhsall looks the same, he doesn't say. And after all, some students hadn't aged up, so maybe he thinks that's what happened to the vampire. Whatever the case, he spins to a halt in front of the shorter man, grinning, his teeth very white in his painted face.]

Come on, motherfucker, break out the tunes and join in!

[marshall_lee]

Marshall smiles. Gamzee hadn't changed that much that he could tell as of yet.
"For once, I don't actually have my guitar with me...but fuck it..I'll borrow someones for now."
He reaches into his pocket where his wand is still stashed, pulls it out and mutters "Accio guitar" and within moments one flies into his hands. He listens to the beat that's going on for a moment before seamlessly joining in.

"So, how've you been dude?"

[mo_cara]

He's taller, and thicker, and his hair's grown longer and wilder, he's covered in tattoos now and his face paint's a skull instead of a clown, but despite all that, he does seem much the same as he dances around the other man, thumping on his drum.

"Now there is a mitherfuckin' LOADED QUESTION if I ever heard one!" he laughs. "What about you?"

[marshall_lee]

Oh, he knew all about loaded questions. He decides not to pry.

Marshall laughs. "I guess we're in the same boat there. A lot of crazy shit went down a while back so I just kinda hung out alone for a while. Feels good to hang out with everyone again though."

[mo_cara]

"Yeah, some kind of motherfuckin' reunion, right? Across, like, all sorts of different times. Pretty sweet," Gamzee has to agree, cheerfully.