Bad Blood! [Basilisk Fang/Fairy Tail]

Nessa's body moved instinctively to the sounds around her, all those years of training actually paying off. Ballet lessons until the age of eleven, and then a modern dance afterschool club on for years after that. Despite her naturally oblivious and clumsy nature, dancing was the one of the few moments when Nessa actually looked graceful and poised, well that and when she was  fighting. Her body moving to a set of automatic commands, responding to the impressive moves Aven had provided her. Step, step, shuffle, step, step, step full change, arm out, body roll, arm in. All of the movement were articulated with precision and the pizzazz of a girl who truly loved to dance. She smiled playfully as Aven moved with her, his own dancing had surprised her, he clearly had been taught privately too. Their dancing bounced off each other with ease and delightful synchronicity.

As the music began to change from that which would suit a tango, to a much more funkier and upbeat tune. Nessa spun, shimmying her shoulders excitedly as she began to sway her hips side to side. Running her hands back through her hair to push it out her face. It didn't matter what the Basilisk Fang lot thought at that moment, she and Aven were enjoying themselves. She genuinely could do this all night long. It was almost so much fun, that she barely noticed the sudden tension that began to fill the room once more. Her movements slowed as she eyed the serious expression on her guild masters face. Slowing to a complete stop as she listened to what she said. Her head turned to look over to the guy with the mask, it took a moment, but she sensed it to. The danger emanating from him, spreading it's way around the room. She looked back at Sorano, having grasped what she meant. She raised her hand to Aven, touching him lightly on the arm to stop, she stepped away closer to where her guild master sat.

Nessa's mind raced as she tried to work out what was going on, the tension that had just started to slip out of the room was rebuilding once again. At risk of escalating to an even more dangerous and hostile peak. Nessa looked at her guild members, then scanned the faces of Basilisk Fang. The bar staff had walked in with trays of food, but stopped as they realised the party wasn't quite going the way they expected. Nessa felt a impulsion grow inside her, she wanted to do something, but what. She was only a novice member of Fairy Tail, she wasn't an ace. She shouldn't be stepping into such matters, and yet she couldn't help herself. She had to say something. She began to walk over to the Basilisk Fang guild master, eying him cautiously as she approached. He was admittedly quite an intimidating man, smooth as silk but clearly deadly. She offered him one of her politest smiles, before she began to talk, she didn't know if she was stepping above her place. But she wanted to help her guild master, to help her guildmates. She didn't like seeing them put in this uncomfortable situation. Even if it meant sacrificing her fun and not dancing with Aven anymore. She couldn't help the twinge of disappointment at that thought. Taking a breath, she held her hands out in a open gesture, as she began to talk softly to the guild master.

"Honestly, I don't think anyone wants this to get out of hand. I think it's awesome that you guys wants a ceasefire, but you have to admit, trying to poison us isn't the best way to go about it." She glanced over at the masked man, "Even if it was an accident." She added, before looking back at Ahote. "You've come here to talk right, well how about this. If you can contain this disease that your guy has produced; great, we can talk, party a little, even have fun. However..." She turned away from the guild master, and began to make her way across the room.

Her body began to glow with a bright white aura, her protega shield activated and protecting her as she stepped into the space that the plague guy was sitting in. She pulled over a chair and sat herself next to him. Raising her hand into the air, a sphere began to spreading from her palm, expanding further and further until it encased the two of them, as well as the plague that had slowly been spreading across the room in a dome of light. "If you can't, then I'll have to escort your friend here out of town. You guys may not have any loyalties here, but we really don't want to risk any of our village folk getting sick. "


Nessa's Total Thread WC: 1679
Submitted as solo C rank freeform