He let her go. "You're right. The mood was just good, I wasn't thinking", he said, he held her hand a moment but let it go as he stepped back. He bowed. "There's also something I need to do."

And he crossed the dance floor quickly.

Hide looked down to the lethal weapons in question with a slight wince as she pictured getting stepped on. And not in the good way, either. “Yeah, no, I’m sure everyone is attached to their ankles as I am and I see your point.”

At least this had given her a pretty good idea. “Actually, instead of coming back here next time, maybe we should hit that karaoke place I saw when I was on the way to the gym? Be a nice change of pace. And there’s still drinks involved.”

"Alright Daigotsu-sama..." Ishiyo was still a little off balance. But she watched him join the Hida, which brought a raised eyebrow to the Crane's face.

So there she was now alone on the dance floor. With a shrug she started dancing on her own while plotting her next course of action.

"Alright Daigotsu-sama..." Ishiyo was still a little off balance. But she watched him join the Hida, which brought a raised eyebrow to the Crane's face.

So there she was now alone on the dance floor. With a shrug she started dancing on her own while plotting her next course of action.

Akemi let herself slip from the Osprey's hands and into Shokomaru's arms.

"Could be worst indeed. Maybe if we did that everyday you'll be at the level I had before coming here. But..."

She closed one hand against his own, put the other on his waist, and forced him into a spin.

"... I've stepped up my game too."

And she began casting on the Spider the same enchantment her previous partner had cast on her. It was a half-baked copy in truth, but what she lost in technique, she compensated with boldness, even if that made her transgress a bit the limits of indecency the expert dancer her knew how to walk perfectly.

Koseki boggled for a moment before snapping out of it. "You are shitting me! Laramun?! They seriously rock, that's fantastic, I mean it would have been if it had worked out. I used to be a big fan of Scimitar of the Gods, until they went all pop." He mimed an explosive boom.

"I used to work out to Black Desert and Addicts of Khol. Good times." He knocked back the sake and gestured to the bartender. "One more for me and whatever Moto-san is drinking please."

Turning back he had a sheepish grin on his face. "I figured this place needed some help with its regs. So I'm starting out with a Safety Guide to Otori. You know, for new riders. Minimise risks and all that."

The Nakauchi, for her part, delighted in the tension of balance and counterbalance with the backward-leaning Crab, letting her slip away as partners changed. Teasing a Crane and caught a Spider? Mumei giggles as she hunts a new partner.

It's only a few steps to intersect Ishiyo's orbit. Mumei takes another cue from her minor clan buddy. With her back to the Crane, she swings her arms in perhaps the dorkiest dance move ever developed...until you add enough hip sway to the bounce and shimmy at the top. Glancing over her shoulder as she circles her new partner, Mumei offers a grin, since a bow doesn't work. "Mind if I cut in, pretty bird?"

"Addicts went shit after their khuurist, Feral Ruzhong, left. I mean, died." Ruhe shrugged, then downed the drink. "He was my old man." There was a pause, the Ruhe smiled again. "Sure you want to do that? It's half the fun of those birds being wild."

Ishiyo was still in the midst of planning when....

She blinked and spun to face the voice, it would be clear to her new partner that the Crane was operating solely off natural grace. Dance it seems was not in the Daidoji's list of skills. But at least Ishiyo wasn't embarrassing herself...yet.

"I suppose not....I'm Daidoji Ishiyo." Her voice struggles to carry over the beat of the music. "My previous partner seems to have slipped off."

Ishiyo was still in the midst of planning when....

She blinked and spun to face the voice, it would be clear to her new partner that the Crane was operating solely off natural grace. Dance it seems was not in the Daidoji's list of skills. But at least Ishiyo wasn't embarrassing herself...yet.

"I suppose not....I'm Daidoji Ishiyo." Her voice struggles to carry over the beat of the music. "My previous partner seems to have slipped off."

A soft chuckle, "I'd hardly call myself versed in the practice of dancing myself, but I certainly do like to shake my thing, I suppose you might say. It's not so much the result as the passion and exertion of it all for me. It's the thrill of just letting loose."

"Mine too! Weeeeird, huh?" She turns more fully around, abandoning the wildly swinging arms to settle into something more conversational and less likely to give her partner a black eye. "Nakauchi Mumei," she offers as introduction, extending her hand, palm up, to take the leader's role in a reasonably traditional hold.

"He maybe wanted to check the workmanship of that arm there." She leans a bit closer to be heard over the din without shouting to the crowd. Her breath smells of sweet syrup and shochu. "But his loss might be our gain, neh? At least if you're actually here to dance."

"I do not generally dance but it has been suggested I try new things." Ishiyo's cheeks redden a little, her hand hesitated for a second before making contact with the Osprey's. Her body relaxes, letting herself be guided by the other woman's motions. "I assume you are here foh the miai as well. I mean overall...I guess right here and now it's just to enjoy some company and a drink."

Her blue eyes study her new dance partner intently.

He was keeping in step, but only in so far as the beat could lead him, and he was lucky for even that minimal luck, because his body was doing stupid things as she moved. She might have thought it was a pale comparison at first, as she couldn't see herself move, but seeing the look on his face should be enough to server her confidence.

Shokomaru was a man though, wasn't he? A bit boldly, he stepped in closer to her movements, careful not to bump or headbutt her by accident and tried to fall into her groove, a hand with hers and the other on her hip as they danced.

"No way. So you're like, Metal Royalty. A death metal prince!" He raised his cup to the deceased khuurist.

At the mention of fun he smirked. "I've never piloted anything that was alive before. Usually I find I have more fun if I know where the limits are. Less chance of blacking out, losing a wing, getting splattered all over a rogue asteroid, or in this case getting pecked/gored/trampled to death."