Royal Jam (OPEN)

[niels]

Niels was in a good mood today. A very, very good mood. Not always a good thing.

Niels in a good mood was, at best, loud, rowdy and had no idea about what personal space was, as he sang and danced in the middle of the cobblestone street, regardless of who was in hos way. Hell, even if Shinigami had been there, he'd still likely run into him, say a passing sorry and carry on down the road.

Everything about the Demon Furnace stood him out as a Shibusen Student; the way he dressed, how he acted. He was crazy on the best of days. That was piratically a Student requirement as far as the rest of the City was concerned. But in that regards, no one ever tried to stop the crazy ones from being crazy. If they were a Student, you might have your head knocked to the other side of the city, before it being used as a soccer ball in Sports Class.

The student twirled and danced elegantly, unhindered. Just like a noble man should, the tails of his outfit swaying nicely as he went, the crowds looked on, confused and amused at the sight of such a tall and regal boy dance his way, smiling idiotically down the main street.

However, it wasn't long before someone would stop him. Whether that be because they want him to get a life, or because he runs into them first...

[tina]

The stores were probably Acacia's favorite place in the city. It didn't matter that she definitely did not have the spare money to go around buying everything she wanted to, or even half of that. No, there was plenty of joy to be had just strolling down the street peering inside the different buildings or through the aisles, examining all the merchandise and imagining if she did have this or that. In other words, she was window shopping.

This time there was even music! She had no idea where it was coming from, only that it was getting louder as she walked, but that was no surprise since she was moving forward in a constant direction. Before moving, she had only listened to Greek music, meaning her knowledge of anything else was rather limited at best, so the fact that she didn't recognize the song or the voice singing it meant nothing to her.

Thanks to such views of her surroundings, however, it never once occurred to her that it was not a professional's voice coming from a stereo or that someone might be dancing in the street. On top of that, the contents of the nearest windows had her visual attention quite occupied, and she glanced around just often enough to ensure she wouldn't bump into someone else walking normally down the street.

One of these such glances finally brought to her attention that she was about to walk into someone a good foot or so taller than her, whom she barely had time to recognize as the source of the music she'd been hearing. On top of that, he seemed to be... dancing? At any rate, she had no time left to react by the time she tore her eyes away from the shop next to her, let alone get sufficiently out of the way to avoid crashing into the man and falling over.

"Ah! What are you doing dancing in the middle of the street!?" With how bizarre the situation was, she didn't even remember to try to keep the accent out of her voice. She couldn't complain about his attention to his surroundings, after all, so she just settled for his strange behavior. She had to have been focused just as little on them to not see him coming far enough away to move, as she could only assume others must have done before her for him to have made it that far without interruption.

[niels]

"Ah! What are you doing dancing in the middle of the street!?"

Niels hardly registered the girl to start with, passing her in a twirl of flying colours and capes, completely unaware of any gaze and any close encounter with a passing civilian. After passing her, however, he twisted around, facing her to bow, a smile abloom on his face. Regardless of his height, the older male seemed very gracious and light on his feet, and to betray him most, a façade that seemed truthful and honest. His striking lime-green eyes seemed to glitter and shimmer with sheer happiness.

Still bowing to the girl, he looked at her and, with a Danish accent lavishing his words, he said; "Give me a reason why I shouldn't be, m'lady? It is a glorious day, it is not?" He held her eye for a couple more seconds, before rising up to his full height, taking her hands, and beginning to dance down the street once more, with no regards to if she wanted to be danced with. Niels probably couldn't care, however, he thought it was always a good idea to dance. It made him happy, and it was nice to spread happiness to the rest of the City, no?

He giggled a Danish giggle and twirled the small girl with no heed to any reluctance. She would find his gloved hands exceedingly hot. Not hot enough so that it hurt, but warmer then the average human, his face was a bright blushing red, but he smiled and sang all the more. "A young lady must enjoy herself, no? Dance and sing, madame!" The demon Furnace was loud and boisterous, yet his actions as such had plagued the City for months now; there was probably not one person who hadn't seen him or heard him, at the least.

His joyous mood was beyond contagious, however. If it were, there would be street after street of men and woman dancing and singing in his wake, and the City would have been in an uproar, yet too happy to care. Sometimes it was a good thing that moods weren't 'contagious' in anyway. The world would be much crazier than it already was.

[tina]

Somehow a collision had been avoided, which lessened Acacia's annoyance for the moment, even if she was still rather bewildered. Regardless of the fact that she clearly held most of the blame in nearly running into him, his behavior still seemed bizarre, and no less so when he 'explained' it. Yes, the weather was nice, but how did that equate to dancing through the streets of the shopping district?

However she got very little time to consider the subject any further he had grabbed her hands and was dragging her along with him. Surprised and getting the feeling that he wouldn't care if she didn't want to dance -- after all, if he did care, he would've asked first, right? -- Acacia followed along clumsily, more used to sports than anything remotely graceful.

It didn't take long to notice the abnormal temperature of the man's hands, though Acacia wasn't sure if she should even bother mentioning it. Surely he could tell..? Maybe it was the gloves, though that didn't seem particularly plausible. She puzzled over that until his next statement. Singing and dancing in public wasn't exactly her idea of how to go about enjoying oneself, but she clearly wasn't getting a choice at the moment. Well, she wasn't about to sing along with him, since she had no idea what he was even singing, but she at least managed to keep up with the dancing to some degree or another.

She was already caught up in this, so refusing to sing on the basis of not wanting to do so in public seemed like a rather moot argument. On the plus side, maybe a foreign language would distract him long enough for her to escape. It was a long shot, but worth a try, at any rate. She really wasn't a dancer, nor was she strong enough to bother making a real effort at getting away from someone so much bigger than her.

"I guess I'll give it a try, then," was all she said, however, before she picked the first song that came to mind that was even remotely close to the beat of the one coming from the strange man and began singing in Greek while hoping for his seemingly overheating hands to loosen their grip just long enough for her to duck away and get out of there. If he had invited her to, say, play basketball or something, that would have been fine, but this was just far out of her comfort zone.

[niels]

After the young girl had started joining in with his singing, Niels felt a lot happier then he had be previously, somehow. The racket of the pair was something uncommon, and indeed was turning heads all over the shop, yet that didn't distract Niels from his perfectly lovely new friend. "You have a wonderful singing voice, m'lady!" The tall Danish Furnace smiled to her, breaking his on song to say so.

Personal space and such was something foreign and unknown to him. As far as he was concerned, everyone loved everything, and if they didn't, they were just having a bad day, and so, he kept dancing with the girl all down the street, and bright display of blue, red, and yellow as he went about it so. His accent floated heavy in his singing, but it didn't make it sound any worse, his operatic voice sent blaring through the town. It must have seemed to go on for a life time, until the tall gentleman spun the small girl around and stopped his singing and dancing, bowing to her once more.

"M'lady you are a wonderful dancer!" He chuckled to himself, stand back up straight, looking down on the smaller girl he had been dancing with. "Do I gain the pleasure of knowing such a fine young ladies name or do you require my own first?" The Danish Noble smiled a quirky smile at her, face full of a childlike glee that was absent from the faces of many much younger then himself. Niels was always a funny cookie, that could be said with some manner of weird confidence. The Demon Furnace was in first glance a nice, if a little forward, young man, but in that sense, he was very off-putting.

Though, like a lot of people, as much as he wished to mean no harm, it doesn't always turn out that way.