Emotes

Shred the invisible guitar, head banging along.

Crouch down low... then jump up with your arms thrown wide. BOO! Works best on people who aren't looking.

Taps the wrist, looks around, taps the foot. The hours are getting lost.

Bounces on the spot and claps to the beat. Everyone join in.

The classic. Head down into the elbow, other arm out.

One hand over your face, head hanging. Really?

Snap your fingers, admire the little flame that pops up on your fingertip, then blow it out like it's nothing.

Both hands in the air and a nervous look around. You got me.

Nods along to a song only you can hear.

A big friendly wave over the head. Hi, everyone!

Hands on hips, foot tapping, sighing loudly. Can we start already?

Guard up, bobbing and throwing quick jabs.

Arms and legs out, in, out, in. Keep up!

Shakes the head and wags a finger. Not today.

Two fingers up next to your face, head tilted, big smile.

Stand stiff as a grandfather clock and tick side to side, one arm held high as the rod.

Arms stiff at the sides, rocking from foot to foot like a penguin.

Pushes the roof up with both hands, again and again.

Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Best of a hundred.

The classic: running as fast as you can while going absolutely nowhere.

Snap to attention and hold a crisp salute, chest out and chin up.

Arms wrapped round yourself, teeth chattering. Brrr, it's cold.

Slow, smooth shoulder rolls with a lazy dip in between - too cool to hurry.

Doff an invisible top hat, sweep it out low in a deep showman's bow - then pop it back on with a tap and a wink.

Palms up, shoulders up, head tilted. Who knows?

Head tilted, deeply unimpressed, you clap. Slowly. Very slowly.

A cool little two-step from side to side, snapping your fingers on every beat like you own the room.

Arms out, down and up, down and up. Never skip leg day.

Shuffle your socks on the carpet, poke the air and ZAP - then shake out your tingling hand.

Arms laced overhead, leaning slowly side to side.

Plop down on the floor, legs out, leaning back on your hands.

One hand behind the head, one arm out, ticking round like a garden sprinkler.

Chin in hand, eyes up, deep in thought.

Arm down, fist out, thumb up. Nice one.

A huge stretching yawn, then a sleepy sway.

A dapper step, a point and a tip of the hat - then time scrubs it all backwards in jerky little frames.

Face in the hands, shoulders shaking, tears everywhere. That round hurt.

Fingers to your lips, then a kiss blown out to the crowd.

Paws up, hopping happily on the spot as candy bounces out.

Big arm moves, a high kick and a shower of confetti. Gooo team!

Flap those wings, bob that head, bok bok bok.

Point up to the sky, point down to the floor, hips swinging.

Straight arms swinging round your hips, back and forth, fast.

Mashing buttons on an invisible controller, leaning into every turn.

Lines up, swings, and watches the ball sail away. Fore!

Casts an invisible line and reels it in. Any bites?

Lean on your spade like a weary old gravedigger, then kick up a knees-high graveyard jig and click your heels in mid-air.

Sink into a calm stance, circle the air into your palms and push it out in a rolling ring of wind.

Hips swaying, arms flowing like waves on a warm beach.

Pump them up, cup an ear for the roar, then wave them in for more. No mic needed.

Palms to the glass: find the walls, find the ceiling, knock politely - you are very much trapped in a box that is not there.

Arms out, fingers wiggling, all the razzle-dazzle you can manage.

Low stance, hand raised, then two sharp chops. Hi-yah!

Makes a heart with both hands and sways while petals drift down.

Sit cross-legged, hands on your knees, and breathe in... and out...

Gliding backwards on the spot, one heel at a time. Smooth.

Point straight at them and crack up, holding your belly, then double over and slap your knee.

One foot shoots out from under you, arms windmill, and you land flat on the floor - then sit there, dazed and seeing stars.

Kneel, raise your hands, then bow all the way down with your forehead to the floor. Rise and bow again, over and over.

Leap feet-first into a puddle that isn't there, splash everyone nearby, then kick a little more water for good measure.

Quick steps, a hand on your hip and a flourish of the other.

A loose-jointed graveyard jig: side steps, bouncing knees and swinging arms, rattling like a bag of bones.

Ah... ah... AH... CHOO! Bless you.

A wide squat, then a huge leg lift and a stomp that shakes the dust off the floor.

Slow, flowing moves from side to side, perfectly balanced.

Stomp, flail, stomp, flail. It's not FAIR.

Shuffle, tap, flick and step - a quick brass-heeled routine that throws sparks off the floor.

Knees bent, twisting low and back up again like it's 1962.

Balances on one leg with palms together above the head while leaves float by.

Arms out wide, spinning round and round on the spot.

A full drum solo on a kit nobody else can see. Big finish on the cymbal.

Crouch, launch and flip all the way over, sticking the landing.

Hands cupped, head nodding: you drop a beat with nothing but your mouth, and the sound waves roll out at the crowd.

Swings a heavy hammer down two-handed onto an invisible anvil. Sparks fly.

Blows a stream of shimmering bubbles and watches them float away.

Wound up tight: your arms tick round like clock hands while your head and body jerk to every beat of the gears on your back.

Arms crossed, squatting low and kicking out each leg in turn.

A fencer's stance with a gleaming sword: lunge, recover, parry.

Lean back, take a deep breath, and roar out a plume of fire.

Reaches for little glowing fireflies and cups one gently in the hands.

Light the fuse, cover your ears, and watch the sky above you burst into colour.

Drop low, slap a hand down and lock into a one-armed freeze, legs in the air, as the floor kicks up dust.

Blow into your cupped hands, then breathe a stream of frost that grows a little ice sculpture on the floor in front of you.

Throw a sheet over your head and float a little off the ground, swaying and waving your arms. Wooooo.

Stand perfectly still while your head cranks all the way round, a quarter at a time, with a crack at every turn.

Drop low and sweep one leg round and round like a rotor blade.

Chisels away at an invisible block of ice, sending sparkling shards flying.

Grabs a mic and belts out a power ballad, hitting every big note.

Twirl a rope loop over your head, wider and wider. Yeehaw.

Swing a lute round and play a lazy little tune, swaying along as warm notes drift up from the strings.

Hold a gilded masquerade mask to your face, sweep it away into a deep courtly bow, then raise it again with a knowing tilt.

Throw your head back and let out a long howl that echoes through the night.

Juggles glowing orbs high above the head without even looking.

Rises onto one foot and spins, arms rounded above the head, then opens out.

Raise your arm and a violet-eyed raven swoops down to perch there - stroke its feathers, then lift it high for all of Hollowgate to see.

The old plate-spinning act with two ringed planets on tall poles - dash from one to the other to keep them both spinning, then show off on one leg.

Scoop, pack and hurl snowball after snowball, laughing.

Crouch, rise and throw your arms up as the wave rolls through.

Eyes on the sky, you snatch falling stars out of the air one-handed and peek at each one glowing in your fist.

Balance a spinning boulder on one fingertip with a ring of pebbles whirling round it, and give it a lazy flick to keep it going.

Fists on hips, cape blowing in the wind, then one fist up, ready to fly.

One huge clap that calls down lightning around you.

An hourglass drops down beside you and you wait, tapping your foot, as the sand runs out.

Mic in hand, you land the punchline... to dead silence and crickets. Tug the collar, tap the mic, and go again.

Twirl a ribbon of water over your head and crack it like a whip - forward, then backhand - in a spray of droplets.

Squat, strain and press an invisible barbell all the way up.

March on the spot like a tin toy soldier while the key in your back turns - until the spring runs down, you slump, whirr, and snap back to a salute.

Arms out, head lolling, one leg dragging: the slow, hungry sway of the walking dead, trailing a sickly green haze.

Right hand over your heart, left arm swept back, you bow low and slow like a knight before a throne - and hold it.

Step forward and thrust your arm out, pointing the way ahead - the call to march on, held with a sweep of embers.

Drop to one knee, a hand on your raised knee and your head bowed, keeping a silent watch while embers drift around you.

Wings unfold and a halo lights up as you rise gently off the floor.

Conjure a crackling arc of lightning between your palms, stretch it, crush it small - then thrust it forward in a burst of forked bolts.

A slow, flowing dance as ribbons of northern light ripple up around you.

A disciplined fire kata - jab, cross, front kick and a rising palm - every strike bursting into a ball of flame.

Curls up and floats inside a giant soap bubble, turning slowly.

Kneels inside a ring of candles, raising the arms and bowing low, again and again.

A card sharp's routine: spring the deck from hand to hand in ribbons of red light, fan it out, twirl - while a ring of cards circles you.

A bubbling cauldron appears and you stir the brew with a long ladle, one hand on your hip, as green fumes curl up around you.

A hoop act with rings of comet-light: one spinning round your waist, one round your raised arm, and one you catch on an ankle.

Stomp into a deep stance and four amethyst clusters burst from the floor; draw their light into a ball between your palms, then slam it back into the ground.

Raise one knee high and stomp so hard the ground cracks and rocks fly up.

Spins with sweeping arms as rings of fire and embers whirl around.

A fire-dancer's routine: both hands trail long ribbons of flame through sweeping figure-eights and a full spin, embers climbing round you.

Stand at a real anvil with a glowing ingot: tap, tap, then a full overhead blow - sparks spray, heat bursts off the iron and embers curl into the dark.

Strike pose after pose for the flashbulbs - every snap leaves a ghostly freeze-frame of you sliding away behind.

Raise a block of living ice from the floor and carve it with a frost-bright hand, chips flying, snow spiralling round your sculpture.

Strike silly poses beside a big carnival mirror - flex, stretch, squat, flamingo - and with every one it boings, swells and wobbles on its stand.

Kick, swivel, kick back - an old-time ballroom flourish in gold, your heels painting bright ribbons across the floor.

Your body glitches between poses, leaving pixelated copies behind. Is it lag?

Brace behind a round shield and clash your axe on it twice, then bring it down in a great chop as the shield slams and a shimmering ward bursts round you.

Sits cross-legged in mid-air, bobbing gently as stars orbit around.

Swing a golden pocket watch on its chain while violet rings ripple out of it and your free hand weaves the spell. You are getting very... sleepy.

Raise your arms and sway like the tide. Dark tentacles rise out of the floor around you and weave in time as the water ripples.

Two iron lanterns hang in the midnight air; reach up with your long brass pole and light each in turn as the flame leaps to the wick.

Waltz alone through the midnight hall with a lantern held at arm's length, its candlelight trailing a golden ribbon round you as moths spiral up.

Flick coin after coin into the air until it's raining gold.

Glowing strings drop from the dark onto your hands, head and feet, and an unseen puppeteer yanks you through a floppy, clattering little dance.

Glowsticks up, jumping to a beat that just won't stop.

A slow graceful spin as a whirl of cherry blossom wraps around you.

Toss three little planets into orbit: each one swings right round behind you on a ribbon of its own colour and drops back into your other hand.

Eight robotic counts, every one a hard hit - neon streaks whip off your hands and stop dead on every lock, a pop of light at every joint that hits.

Open a swirling portal, duck behind it, and pop out over the top, then round one side, then the other. Peek-a-boo!

Pound out a rhythm on a great war drum - every hit thumps light off the hide, and the big one shakes the floor.

Three little jack-o'-lanterns appear and you juggle them in a glowing loop, eyes on the top one, never dropping a single one.

Lift your palms to the sky and a rain cloud gathers just for you.

Whip your arms round overhead so fast they leave ribbons of light, then snap into a pose - one side, then the other.

Kneel and trace a circle of runes on the floor with a glowing fingertip; it draws itself, turns, and every so often you flick its light up off the ground.

Toss a brass hourglass into a somersault and catch it as its sand starts over, while the dust of the hall climbs back up round you in a golden helix.

Swirls the arms and sends a storm of ice crystals spinning around.

Pump a fist at the sky and a rocket streaks out of it - right, left, then one huge golden shell for the finale.

Slide, wind up and whip round in a perfect spin - then stop dead with a finger gun at the crowd and a hand through the hair.

Cup your hands and gather a soul between them. It beats like a heart, and every beat sends a ripple of violet light through the air.

Trace a glowing rune in the air and unleash it in a burst of arcane light.

The spotlight keeps landing just beside you. Scurry into it, strike a pose with your rose - and it jumps away again.

Bounce on a trampoline of starlight: a pencil jump, a tuck, then a full twist, kicking up stars at the top of every one.

A golden throne rises up, a crown drops on, and you lounge like you own the place.

Draw the water up out of the floor in a rising spiral with slow, rolling arms, then press it down into a crashing ripple.

Four big, slow, knees-up strides on the spot, then a finger to the sky - gold swirling round you the whole way.

Crouched low on an invisible board, carving through spray like it's a perfect swell.

Step up onto thin air and stroll in place without a care, each footstep landing on a ring of wind while breezes trail from your heels.

A campfire crackles up in front of you; sit down beside it, knees up, and hold your hands out to its warmth as sparks drift into the dark.

Quick, crisp footwork one way, then a glide so fast it leaves a string of neon copies of you hanging in the air.

Switch gravity off and lounge on thin air, hands behind your head, as the floor's rubble drifts up and circles round you - snap your fingers to pull it all back in.

Hunched, glaring and hitting every beat: each stomp cracks a shockwave off the floor, and the drop sends a quake rolling out round you.

Haul on the rope of Hollowgate's great bronze bell, riding up with it and dragging it down - every toll rolls out in a wave of sound, and the big one shakes the bats loose.

Drop to the floor and spin on your back with your legs up, scissoring - your feet carve rings of light while a whirlwind spins up round you.

A broken clock hangs in the air before you; threads of light from your fingers mend it as loose gears whirl round it and its hands run backwards - until it chimes, whole again.

Hop on a blazing comet and hang on with one hand while it bucks and roars through a rush of starlight, the other hand waving high.

Flowing kung-fu moves as a fiery dragon coils around you, ending in a strike.

Rises with arms raised to an eclipse overhead as its light spills out in rays.

Hammer both fists into the ground: the floor splits, a firestorm whirls up round you, and every time you pound it again fire geysers burst up all round.

Rose held high, chin up: a fierce run of heel strikes, a whirling turn in a storm of petals, and a stamp to finish.

Spin up a whirlwind that lifts leaves and wind around you as you rise onto your toes.

Crouch like a clock-tower gargoyle with your cloak spread like stone wings, still as rock - then rear up and snarl in a burst of grit and ash before turning back to stone.

Glide into an arabesque, then spin on one blade as frost spirals out beneath you.

A Hollowgate knight's sword kata - diagonal cut, spinning sweep, lunging thrust, parry - every swing leaving a long arc of pale moonlight in the air.

Leaf through an old ledger of days, then sweep your hand across it - the pages tear loose in a whirling paper cyclone and the lost days keep drifting up round you.

Moon gravity switches on: every little hop floats you up high and drifts you slowly back down, arms paddling the air, while little moons wheel round you over a turning star chart.

Who said a lute can't rock? Windmill strums leave a ring of fire in the air, and the big chord sets off pyro all round the stage.

Mask to your face, you stalk a fierce solo tango - head snaps, a whip of the heel, a pivot and a long, dramatic lunge - leaving plum and gold streaks as feathers drift down.

Preen before a gilded standing mirror that keeps every pose - each one peels off you as a violet reflection and glides into the rippling glass.

A coffin creaks open behind you: hide behind your cloak, fling it wide in a storm of bats, swirl it round in a full turn and lean in with a slow, hungry smile.

Snap open two swirling portals, stroll into one and tumble out of the other - then saunter back and do it again as if nothing happened.

Hold your hands up like a lens and split the light into a slowly turning rainbow.

Who needs an open umbrella? Lean on it, swing it like a cane and kick the puddles while the rain pours down round you.

Fold your arms and let a howling wall of sand whirl up round you, then sweep a hand through it and fling the storm out at the crowd in a golden blast.

Snap open your parasol and the breeze takes you: float up off the floor, ankles crossed, drifting gently among little balloons of light and puffs of cloud.

Gather sunlight between your palms until it flares out in blazing rays.

Roses rain onto the stage while confetti falls - catch one, press it to your heart, bow low, then hold it high for the crowd.

Step up onto a wire of starlight with a little parasol, wobble, nearly fall - gasp - and save it with a flourish, high above a glowing net.

Be the lightning conductor: a thundercloud rolls in overhead and every point of your crackling hand brings a bolt down exactly where you aim.

Rises into the air with arms spread as lightning tears down all around.

Wrapped in chains of starlight, you squirm, strain - and burst free in a blast of shards with a grand ta-da, until the chains swirl back for an encore.

Call a great sea serpent up out of a whirl of water and guide it round and round you with flowing arms as it sprays the stage.

Conducts time itself: a giant clock spins backwards behind you while an hourglass pours.

Lunge, and time stops mid-motion. You hang frozen among still clock shards while the hands behind you strain, stutter and tick back.

Curl round a speck of void as it drinks in the light around you, then throw your arms wide as it bursts, and curl in again.

Lay one palm on the ground and freeze the world: glaciers burst up round you, snow fills the air and you hover inside a ring of ice shards, pulling the cold in and blasting it out at the crowd.

Press a great magic circle into the floor, rise above it as its rings turn, and channel three ley lines into an orb of raw magic while runes orbit round you.

Your yo-yo is a tiny black hole on a thread of light: throw it, let it sleep, send it round the world - while space itself spirals in around you.

Your hand becomes a brush of light over a turning star chart: dab six stars into the sky, join them up in one sweep, admire your figure - and let it rain away.

Float up into a slow dance among the stars, two rings of planets circling you.

Whip the air into a roaring tornado that tears up the floor, lifts you off your feet and turns you slowly in its grip, lightning flickering through the funnel below you.

Two spinning discs of void light become your decks: scratch, build it up, then drop it - lasers rip out over the crowd and the bass lifts you off your feet.

Raise four elemental shrines round you - fire, water, earth and air - then float between them, drawing each one's power into your hand in turn until all four converge in one blinding pulse.

A trapeze of starlight drops from the dark and swings you high over a glowing net - split at the top of one swing, tuck at the next, stars streaming off your heels.

You become the beat: a ring of equaliser bars rises round you and pumps to every move you hit, a wave of light rolling round it and the bass slamming it to the sky.

Plant your feet in a whirl of brass rings and spinning gears that turns you like the hand of a clock as you crank an unseen mainspring tighter and tighter - then let it go in a burst of sparks.

A giant glowing stave unrolls behind you and you conduct it into life - cue the floating lute, cue the drum, then build the crescendo to one huge final chord.

Golden gates rise and open behind you, wings unfold, and you ascend in a column of light.

Call up Hollowgate's restless ghosts: three sheet-ghosts rise out of the floor and swoop round you through pale mist and drifting souls while you float, swaying - wooooo.

The floor becomes a disco grid: glide backwards round a circle as every tile you pass lights up, two spotlights tracking you, then spin and point - and the whole floor answers.

Hollowgate's midnight ball: a ballroom circle draws itself beneath you and two masked phantoms waltz round you through falling petals - until the clock strikes and you sink into a deep, dramatic dip.

Become the sun: planets wheel round you on glowing orbits and an asteroid belt turns while you keep the whole solar system spinning - flick each planet on round its orbit, then whirl right round with the ringed giant.

Rise into the eye of a black storm as violet-eyed ravens wheel round you and feathers whirl up from the gale below - bring your arms down and lightning answers.

A big top of striped light rises round you and the ring lights up: twirl the cane, throw out your arms and welcome the whole lobby to the show.

A pillar of light lifts you off the floor. Wings unfold, a halo ignites, and a storm of souls spirals round you as you float, arms raised.

Floats up beneath a giant moon, turning slowly as shooting stars rain down all around.

You gather a newborn star in your arms. It swells, burns white, and explodes into a storm of light.

Stand on a great clock face whose hands run backwards: step, turn and reach, each move leaving a ghost of you in the air - until time snaps back and swallows them.