@ambrosius: Taking the crown and necklace in a telekinetic grip as she departed, Arturia took a final glance over her shoulder and smiled. Hearty and full, it doubled as an attempt to cover the wonder and worry that he hadn't decided to help her. For that instant she fought hard against the thought that, as much as he cared for her, either he feared Santiago more or his care simply wasn't enough. She couldn't afford those kinds of feelings. "Thanks," she said, and then she turned away.
Elsewhere, her curious twin listening in took in the Portuguese sorcerer's words; her distance from the relationship gave her a clear mind for the circumstances of their relation to one another. Most notably, clear ways the crown would factor into her own goals and those of the two of them as a duo, as well as a certain element of...caution. Distrust? Fear? After a moment she brushed those thoughts aside, minding her twin carefully to ensure that, no matter what her course of action, she'd make it out of the ball alive.
Looking to remain inconspicuous, Arturia dropped her new gifts into a portal to elsewhere before making her move. As she fired, neither target seemed to take notice even as the curse washed over them. Clear. She stood a moment to observe the effects.
Although she'd never experienced the class of dance bred by the music, Nastya grasped the rhythm and flow almost immediately via intuition and the lead of her partner. Despite the close proximity she seemed to forget all about her nerves just prior when faced with Santiago. Rhythmically in sync, they moved as one, perfect unison personified. With each dip, each bend, every step and twist, she half-consciously worked to figure the ways such dance moves might possibly be incorporated into an unlikely combat scenario. Force of habit.
If Santiago missed a step, it wasn't in her to notice on her own; almost instantly after the curse started to affect him, the spell struck her as well, lightly resisted by but still managing to bypass her body's natural defenses and healing capabilities. She smiled, glad it was he who called it off first. "Sure thing," she started to tease, barely hiding her own distress, "I get that it can be hard to keep up with me. You're not the only one." Internally, as her own spirits began to dampen, legs going slowly numb, she struggled with a worry that her own inexplicable fading might have been due to some problem with the genetic tampering involved in her making.
"I'll just head back to the bar where we were sitting and wait for you, and if you want." And she too started away from the dance floor, whispering a quiet consolation over his shoulder. "If it's bad enough, if you want we can make like Eric Clapton; get outta here and get you to bed. Still, you were wonderful tonight."
There it is. Although neither of her targets seemed to notice it for the mutual timing and effect of their condition, for Arturia the change was as clear as the night sky. Time to make my move. Her claws prodded gradually through her evening gloves, tearing tiny holes in the fingertips. Bracing a hand and knee on the rail, she readied to pounce from the upper level, but just as she pushed off a hand on her shoulder forced her back.
"I wouldn't be so foolish." The face was different, but the voice was the same as hers.
"Why not?" she complained. "It's the whole reason we're here."
Sighing, the more experienced demoness shook her head. "I'd say we've done a good enough job already. So far. We'll get them. But not here." She pulled her to face, her grip tightening ever so slightly, mildly threatening. "You wanna attack the head of one of the world's biggest corporations right here in front of this many people? In their city, no less? Look, if it was just you I'd let you commit suicide however you wanted, but while you're sharing my face, I'd appreciate you avoiding our mutual destruction." Not to mention the moon. Tonight you probably couldn't take them out and make it out clean through all these people. God knows half of 'em are probably muties or in their pocket anyway. She kept that thought to herself.
"Give it time," Arturia urged. "Let it wear on them, and we'll get them somewhere more private when the time is right."
Arturia paused and considered for a moment. Without much to show for the occasion, it felt almost like a wasted night. Then why even go through all the trouble? she scoffed. Could've at least told me from the start. Half-swayed by the position presented, half by the looming threat her better self presented, she relented and nodded in begrudging acceptance. "...Fine. I'm gonna find Ambrosius and we're leaving." No more words, the two parted in separate directions.