Rikuo hasn't actually made it to the academy yet. Managing to give his escort the slip the second he heard a party, he has been living it up since. All the tedious paperwork and tours and lesson plans will still be there tomorrow. A party lives only one day. Well, that's not true. His record is a day, night and a half of another day.
Soliel's acceptance of the supernatural lets him finally do what he has always wanted to- party down with some humans! Although he seems to the first of his race to grace the town, he's quickly made an impression. He's got his land legs and knows how to use them, dancing with acrobatic grace. In fact, one might just find a circle of people chanting 'go, go, Rikuo' as he displays an incredible aptitude for dance. Partners slip in and out of the ring as they either run out of stamina, realise they can't keep up or get shoved out of the way. He's popular already.
"Ah-hah! Are you next?" He doesn't stop to get a confirmation from his potential dance partner- he just lightly grips their wrist in giant, gentle claws and brings them into the circle to join him.
...And if his handler happens to come along, he'll just have to run for it, won't he?
STORYTIME
Back home, we have many tales of long lost people finding their way back home. My favourite is the one about Aulbath, who has many tales. A merman of unstoppable strength and wit, he was still helpless against the sea itself. He was swept away in a mighty tidal wave that dragged him to the absolute depths of the oceans. So deep the sun's rays were nought but a myth to the denizens of that dark realm. Unable to see, he could not see up from down, and no matter how he swam he always seemed to stay in the dark.
Loneliness soon threatened even his bright mind. He began to sing, tales told to no one about his family and friends who he feared he would never see again. To his surprise, the songs were sung back to him! He was not alone! Or so he thought. In truth, he merely heard the echoes of his own songs. He soon began to harmonise with himself, the sounds filling all the sea as they overlapped. In time the subjects of his songs heard them. Linking their hands and feet, they formed a chain that reached into the source and pulled him free and home.
They used to say since that day when we sing the sea replies. Of course, the unromantic version is just calling it echolocation.
or suggest a scenario and let me go nuts
Seriously give me a idea and I'll start something.
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Rikuo hasn't actually made it to the academy yet. Managing to give his escort the slip the second he heard a party, he has been living it up since. All the tedious paperwork and tours and lesson plans will still be there tomorrow. A party lives only one day. Well, that's not true. His record is a day, night and a half of another day.
Soliel's acceptance of the supernatural lets him finally do what he has always wanted to- party down with some humans! Although he seems to the first of his race to grace the town, he's quickly made an impression. He's got his land legs and knows how to use them, dancing with acrobatic grace. In fact, one might just find a circle of people chanting 'go, go, Rikuo' as he displays an incredible aptitude for dance. Partners slip in and out of the ring as they either run out of stamina, realise they can't keep up or get shoved out of the way. He's popular already.
"Ah-hah! Are you next?" He doesn't stop to get a confirmation from his potential dance partner- he just lightly grips their wrist in giant, gentle claws and brings them into the circle to join him.
...And if his handler happens to come along, he'll just have to run for it, won't he?
STORYTIME
Back home, we have many tales of long lost people finding their way back home. My favourite is the one about Aulbath, who has many tales. A merman of unstoppable strength and wit, he was still helpless against the sea itself. He was swept away in a mighty tidal wave that dragged him to the absolute depths of the oceans. So deep the sun's rays were nought but a myth to the denizens of that dark realm. Unable to see, he could not see up from down, and no matter how he swam he always seemed to stay in the dark.
Loneliness soon threatened even his bright mind. He began to sing, tales told to no one about his family and friends who he feared he would never see again. To his surprise, the songs were sung back to him! He was not alone! Or so he thought. In truth, he merely heard the echoes of his own songs. He soon began to harmonise with himself, the sounds filling all the sea as they overlapped. In time the subjects of his songs heard them. Linking their hands and feet, they formed a chain that reached into the source and pulled him free and home.
They used to say since that day when we sing the sea replies. Of course, the unromantic version is just calling it echolocation.
or suggest a scenario and let me go nuts
Seriously give me a idea and I'll start something.