The Night's Dance » Places

         Liberia's maidens frowned, before looking at each other. 'What should we do Lady Liberia?' They both thought in unison, and their creator sighed. "Stay until everything clears." She could feel them nod. Taking a sip of her tea- earl grey tea she assumed. She continued watching the situation from her maiden's eyes, causing her to look distant but even so she was still aware of the footsteps nearing her.Probably one of the hostages, she thought, before taking another sip. She remembered the day when they appeared at the theater because of the Spirit dancer's desire for entertainment. Their scared expressions were not forgotten, and Liberia always felt remorse for the humans.. Sadly she couldn't do anything about it because of their inability to harm the dancer. All she could do is be kind to them. The door opened.
"Umm, Lady Liberia?" A trembling voice.. 'Fear.' She slowly placed her tea onto her lap, and she snapped out of the connection between her weapons. Liberia turned her head, before kindly smiling (To reassure Namid that she had nothing to fear). "Why hello there Namid." She greeted, obviously familiar with the red headed female, one she took favor to in some way. She also looked at the boy behind her and added on, rather amused of the protectiveness Namid emitted, "-Al, its nice to see you two."
Tilting her head, she blinked at them, curious of their intentions. "Lady Liberia, I have been wondering this for a while, and I apologies if this may seem intruding-" She hummed in pleasure, 'Polite girl.' but may I ask if it is really true that only the spirits and the spirit dancer can leave the theatre?" She paused during her sip of tea, slightly surprised by the question, but she didn't let her emotions hinder her. Placing the tea down, she answered the question with ease, "Well yes..why may you ask?"

         

Liberia Cross

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Liberia moved throughout the halls, her every movement a notion in itself. It was amazing on how graceful she appeared, even when her mind was somewhere else. However This wasn't irregular since this was Liberia- The graceful lady of the spirits. It was a reputation she holds dearly and naturally~ 'Anywho..'
Looking around, she saw no sight of her sisters. 'Probably aware of the night dancer already.' She thought, and on cue-

'Sisters, I'm in need of assistance. The Spirit Dancer and I are at a disagreement and I would appreciate any and all help.'

Her lips tightened and she flipped her hair, irritated. "Again?" She took a graceful step forward towards a large room suddenly she curtsied. How odd? Two rifles slipped out, and in a blink both turned into blonde haired women- similar to Liberia. This "personas" were her ladies in waiting (or so she called them), their eyes, their life, their voice, and their hearing were all connected to her. So she could hear and see everything they did. Useful weapons.
Smiling at them, They both bowed, and with a flick of Liberia's wrist they disappeared. Suddenly they appeared before Siren, and as they did she heard the words, Human and Dance. Only one thing can come out of those two words. Thus Her golden eyes flared but a pleased lady like smile remained on her face. "Again Yoru?" The two women's mouth opened mimicking her own- like a radio. The two weapons voice was in unison, their expression developing into Liberia's. Their eyes darkened and their smile started to turn ominous- "Really?" Her voice slipped out of their mouths again. "Come back, don't cause trouble."

She sat down and waved her hand around. A tea cup appeared before her and she took a sip while watching the scene from her two weapon's eyes. How irritating.