*ping*
A girl with brown hair stood up, looking around the crowded food court. She looked annoyed, whipping her head around.
At the table sat the Christopher, Ashton the cowboy, Jonah the hammer-guy, and Naomi with her bear. The all oddly looked at the girl standing.
"...Lorelei? What is it?" Jonah asked.
"Lorrie, you alright, darlin'?" Ashton asked, reaching over and snatching Lorelei's fries.
She grumbled, sitting down and saying, "Nothing, I just heard some annoying *ping* thing, I'd keep hearing it at Signal and it drove me nuts." She looked at her plate and Ashton's, who sat and tried to look innocent while eating his chicken leg. Her sunglasses hid her rolling her eyes while she switched her practically empty plate with Ashton's full one, while the cowboy reached over in protest and had his hands swatted away, the others in the group chuckling over the exchange.
*Morella Cinder*
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Morella glanced at the Mistraltan booth as she and Tarkus passed it. She paused, reached into her pocket. She pulled out a light green card, tapping his shoulder with it. "You wanna go pick some up? I can spot you," she asked, flipping the card in her fingers. She was a little uncertain about offering, she wasn't sure if he'd take offense. This wasn't like offering a new drive cylinder or handle grip in the workshop, she knew some people who grew up like she and Tarkus did were very proud when it came to money, and she was introduced to her fortune a little over a year ago. Most people, she didn't especially care if she offended, but Tarkus, she found that she kind of did. She just shrugged nonchalantly as she offered the Lien for him to pay with, hoping it wouldn't be anything special.
Beecher Betelgeuse
In the Auditorium, the students were finishing up their questions. At the end of the faculty chairs, however, sat a very bored staff member with pink hair.
B.B. sat, leaning on his/her arm and admiring his/her nails. With a small sigh, the financial adviser for Beacon couldn't take anymore, as no one was paying attention to him...or her.
"Rose, honey, I'm going to grab some nosh. I hope you don't mind, sweet-ums!" B.B. said, standing up from the chair and smoothing out their pants. High-heels clacking, B.B. walked down the stage, hand on him, as Rose nodded and went back to facilitating the questions. B.B. decided to walk through the crowded students, smiling with a hand drifting around their faces and shoulders playfully, the prospective Hunters shuddering as the pink being passed. Rose looked to them, shrugging with a nervous smile, trying to get them to focus. She turned to the rest of the staff, saying, "I'll go deal with him if things get out of hand, let's not worry about it now," in a whisper, then looking back to the students with a warm smile.
B.B. walked, hips bouncing with each step, to the food court. B.B. blended in with the crowds of the somewhat shorter students, though not very well, as many B.B. passed gave a small jump like they were being pinched or poked. B.B. giggled, hands clapping as he/she managed to skip in those ridiculous heels, squealing, "Ooh, I love new students, so innocent and soft..." B.B. stifled the giggle as s/he left the crowds, ending up by the one of the fancier restaurants corded off. B.B. grabbed a post, possibly feigning a fainting spell and fanning his/herself with their hand. B.B. spotted a new student looking decidedly average in normal clothes. He sat in the tables with a cut of meat and a glass of water, simply watching people pass by with a quiet expression. But B.B. was very skilled at undressing people with his/her eyes, and s/he could see this student (Isaac) had a body practically cut from stone.
B.B. thought, Quiet boy, sitting alone...oh honey, you are just asking for it... as a tongue darted across purple lips. A thin leg climbed over the velvet rope, as B.B. hips practically bounced from table to table. B.B. stood before the boy's spot, hands on hips and leg on point to the side. Beneath pink bangs, B.B.'s eyes twinkled as the staff member said, "My oh my, honey honey, is this seat taken? The name's Beecher Betelgeuse, but you can call me B.B., baby," B.B. took no spare time in sitting down, leaning on his/her hands while crossing his/her legs, "accidentally" brushing his/her ankle against Isaac's while s/he did so. B.B. traced a purple polished finger around the rim of Isaac's glass, pouting while saying, "You're looking so lonesome all by yourself, maybe you need some Vitamin B?" the pout turning into a sultry smile.
B.B. wasn't using his/her Semblance right now, though s/he sometimes did in these situations. B.B. didn't think s/he'd really need to, as Isaac seemed like a quiet boy. Most people's Semblances were mainly combat related. They had other practical applications, usually, but most weren't used for anything...romantic in nature. B.B. wouldn't say his/hers was used for romantic purposes, but s/he did find it useful on a Saturday night after hours in a packed bar. B.B. could, in a word, "excite" people nearby. In battle, it was used for an adrenaline rush, endorphin spike, it interacted with other people's Auras to make their bodies perform at a much higher level than normal. In smaller doses, it increased blood flow and feelings of excitement, and usually made people more receptive to his/her attempts at "intimacy." B.B. alleges that it only increases feelings that are already there, but with a Semblance named "Spanish Fly," one sometimes wonders.