As the dance floor continued to whirl and tremble
under the growing weights of the gate that was
forming, Fusion could only wonder what was going to
happen to the other dancers that were on the floor.
There were three of them. One of which had engaged
him in dance directly. The resonance off her body
read as "Rhio" and that she was bonded to another.
"Damn" he silently cursed to himself, b/c she was a
bit of a cutie. The silent pricks from his "mentor"
in the back of his mind brought Fusion back to the
situation at hand. This place "The Goth House" was
soaked in Faery energies. Only thing left to do was
to toss himself into that gate so it would seal
itself. The energies had his primal influences in
them. Dammit why did he have to use Pigface for his
first dance. Oh well.

There were still new resonances he had to collect.
Fusion's more social mind was beginning to also make
noises too. The "analyst" and "Mage" were more
focused on the situation at hand. And somewhere else
in the city, an old face covered in tattoos and
piercings saw this situation, grunted approvingly and
faded from view. Then fusion felt the slightest tug
from his jacket...the rainbow pride ribbon he wore on
his left shoulder as a shield against intolerance and
a binder spell. It slipped off the "charged" safety
pin on his shoulder and onto the floor, into that
gate...

"Fuck..."

One of the strobe lights flashed and stayed lit for a
second too long, but resumed its usual flickering to
the dying music. The energies suddenly turned into
glowstick ropes that had just been tied to the
dancefloor fans. And Fusion fell to the floor as
though he had missed one step and slipped.

Elsewhere in the lower depths of the club another
figure pried himself off the floor. His long brown
and green hair stuck to his sweaty face. "Fuck" was
the only thing he could remember ever saying, so he
grabbed his head and rolled around on the floor saying
it repeatedly.

After about 5 minutes Fusion got up but felt
incredibly weighed down by his jacket. What the fuck
did he keep in this thing?? And this fishnet
shirt...so tight. Fusion ripped at his clothes not
happy with how he felt. Suddenly he was unhappy with
everything about himself.

Just before another fit of saying "fuck" came about, a
hand grasped Fusion's shoulder. Fusion spun to see
only soft green eyes.

"Now now now, its not nice to be rude in a guests
house. Let us take care of those clothes for you. I
believe you had some questions for us anyways??", the
hand began pushing Fusion towards a metal door that
looked like it led to a utility closet. Bright lights
flickered on and off from behind it, spilling out onto
the floor and briefly illuminating the pipes and walls
of this utility tunnel.

Rhio seemed dazed and wondered what had happened to
all the music and lights of the dance that had just
ended. She stumbled along aiming for the DJ booth but
fell over a prone figure on the floor. The figure
turned over and scrambled to get up all the while
trying to help Rhio up.

She was just about ready to give this punk a piece of
her mind when bright blue eyes locked into her and
said "Hiya...name's Fusion....Have you seen my
ribbon..I seemed to have lost it..."

Until next time...

Calhoun/DJ Kantrip
http://www.darkbohemia.net



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