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[Gorgeous Oblivion]

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After the announcement of the upcoming ball, Veronica was a little less then enthused. She didn’t really know too many of the people here and wasn’t overly happy about the social gathering. She spent the next two weeks, reluctantly dress shopping along with studying. Classes came and went and Ronni was excelling in Charms. She spent more time getting to know Meadow and even helped her with some light magic. The two weeks seemed to fly by with the buzzing word traveled over the ball. Many seemed to be excited over it but a few were like her, not the least bit thrilled. She had a feeling she’d be standing there against the wall, alone.

The morning of came too quick as a knock woke Ronni up, she finally just began to sleep and dreams of dancing and romanced pranced through her head… none of them her own. She slowly rose from the bed like the death she looked like and walked to the door, a note was on the floor. She sighed and picked it up and went back to her bed to set it down. She climbed back in and pulled the covers over her head as she attempted sleep once more. This time there was nothing, no dreams of others and certainly none of her own. She laid there silently sleeping the day away when she startled awake ”Great Gaia!” she yelled as she looked at the clock ticking away.

With only a few hours until the dance she managed to quickly take a bath and dry her hair. She pulled her long pink hair off to the side and created an elegant look that was simple. She applied dark eye make-up and a deep red lip and painted her nails black with red tips. She forced a smile before turning from the mirror and looking at the dress she had sent, it was a very form fitting black gown with a red silk ruffled underlay. It was trimmed around the bust in the same red silk, giving it a dark but sexy appeal. She pulled it over herself and zipped up the side, surprised it fit her like a glove, giving her curve quite a frame.

She went back to her vanity and began to put on her accessories when another knock came at the door followed by a note. It explained that there was a random draw of pairings and gave her a number three. She wasn’t sure to be happy or horrified but decided to finish getting ready instead of dreading the thought. She added black lace gloves, ruby jewelry and a necklace with a deep red rose. She put on her red and black pumps and walked out into the hall, dressed to kill. She made her way down to where the music was and looked around for her mysterious date.

As she scanned the room with her baby blues she noticed a large three strung to a boys head. She walked over to the blonde, her hips swaying in the tight dress as she gracefully approached him. She smiled ”Well you made that quite easy.” she nodded, glad she wasn’t going to have to hunt down her escort. She held out her card with the matching three before slipping it into her little black bag. She decided she better start with the boring formalities ”I’m Veronica Charm.” she introduced herself. She couldn’t recognize the boy, but then again she never really made an effort to talk to people. Her thoughts began to wonder if his dreams ever came to her… even more so what he feared the most.

She then held out her hand elegantly before speaking again ”Lets head in shall we?” she forced another smiled. Upon entering the ballroom, even Veronica had to admit she was impressed. She looked around at the strange lights and listened to the music then enveloped the entire room. She wanted nothing more than this night to end but she began to decide that it might not be so horrible. She just always seemed to be more comfortable in dreams and causing terror then she was all painted up for all to see. She looked back to her escort and realized she never gave him a chance to introduce himself "So, Mystery Date, What do they call you?" she asked "Unless you prefer Mystery Date." she smirked.





(l o c a t i o n): Ball (w i t h): Blonde Goof (f e e l i n g): Unsure, Uncomfortable (o o c): Sorry its so short!

[Tyrese Konokaze]

↳== ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ =✥==Eirwen
↳== ᴀᴛ x====✥==Outside ballroom > Ballroom
↳== ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ xl=✥==Excited, but a bit worried
↳== ᴏᴏᴄ ====✥==Outfit Feel free to move him around for the dance if she accepts.


Tyrese’s eye scanned the hall, taking note whenever someone knew arrived. Juliet held a 10, close, but not close enough. Thank goodness. He wasn’t sure he could handy the “perfect” princess. Eleanor had a 15. He wouldn’t have minded her as a partner, minus the fact that he was sure she’d be silently judging him the entire time. A girl who couldn’t have possibly been more than thirteen or so appeared with the number 17. Was Utopia accepting children now? Thank goodness he wouldn’t be stuck playing babysitter for the night. Lillian called out inquiring about the number 12...he didn’t know much about the girl, but figured they would get along well enough if they had to. Mordecai showed up, fashionable as ever, though Tyrese hardly paid him any mind. Surely the principal wasn’t twisted enough to force them to dance with same sex couples. Another Duke....Edward, wasn’t it? Also unimportant. Garnet. He shuddered. He was certain he could handle the woman, for a time, but would rather not. An 18. Bullet dodged. And then...Val entered, with a girl Tyrese did not immediately recognize. The girl gave him a friendly wave, which he returned uncertainly as his eyes went to the number in her hand...a 10.

The girl made her way to him, and it was easy enough to see she wasn’t completely comfortable with something, The atmosphere perhaps, her shoes for certain. She kept her balance, but she had the walk of a woman who wasn’t overly accustomed to wearing heels. As she neared, he finally recognized her facial features and glowing skin. ‘Eirwen?’ he thought, still not completely convinced.

“I hope you don’t mind that we match,” The voice confirmed his guess. “I know there’s a certain someone you’d rather see.”

The sky blue dress looked wonderful on her, making her skin glow even brighter. He couldn’t recall her ever showing so much skin before, though it was still a modest amount. The make-up is what had really caught him off guard and made her unrecognizable. “You look stunning.” he said truthfully, giving her a smile. “Don’t you worry your pretty face over who I’d rather see. As far as random partners go, you’re about as good as it gets.” he added with a smile. A little flattery went a long way with women, a lesson he’d learned long ago.

He didn’t fail to notice her nervous fidgeting, though he couldn’t place the exact source. It could be any number of things. Her clothing, the atmosphere, the people...he snatched her number away and crumpled it with his own, stashing the slips in his pant pocket. “Shall we go in? It’s going to get very crowded out here, very soon.” he explained as more and more people showed up and most failed to pair off. He pushed Amber out of his mind for the time being, knowing she wouldn’t be happy about the arrangement whether he played his role as an escort or not.

With a hand carefully placed at her lower back to guide her, Tyrese led his new date away from the growing chaos of the hall and into the empty ballroom. The room was practically glittering, and the deserted dance floor begged to be occupied as a gentle waltz played. Removing his hand from her back, Tyrese stepped in front of Eirwen. In one fluid movement, he placed his right hand across his chest as he dipped into a small bow and extended his left hand for the princess to place her right in. “May I have this dance?” He asked with his usual smile.

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[street riot]

? WITH: Amia, Visio, Enya, Sonia
? LOCATION: Infirmary > Bedroom
? OOC: Visio’s Suit
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”You look stunning if I do say so myself.” Rhett fidgeted as Videre putzed about, tugging on this and pulling on that, making sure the fabric of his new and now only suit laid right. He looked away. He was used to the attention or the compliments. In fact, Videre had been giving him so much undue attention that he was frequently running from her and ducking around corners if he saw her coming. She acted like one of his childhood playmate’s overbearing mom. The most his mother ever did for him was send a maid to bring him food if he was too sick to get it, and that was if she ever found out he was actually sick in the first place. “Try not to ruin it, shall we?” Of course, Videre was more concerned that it was her outfit, than him actually looking good in it.

He rolled his eyes. ”Yes Mother.”

She told him to have a pleasant evening before she kicked him out. He told her he made no promises.

The past couple of weeks had been spent going over different conspiracy theories. Something had happened to the prince, and then the one person who seemed to know anything about it had left Utopia for Chronos the same night? Princess Sonia and her duchess were here at an academy that was well-below their ranking for reasons unknown, and whatever happened seemed to be covered-up somehow. He’d sent letters home regarding the subject, but received no replies. Something was definitely in the works, he just didn’t know what it was yet.

The nightmares he blamed on his lack of appetite. Everytime he thought he was getting hungry the mere thought of food made him feel sick...and there was also this terrible dread in the pit of his stomach, like something bad would happen. He’d pass out, have the worst night of his life and wake up not remembering why, or how he managed to get hooked up to feeding tubes in the infirmary.

Things got more suspicious by the day, Amia became an unlikely help, but she also said that was because they had dated. Rhett was pretty sure he’d remember dating someone with her...fashion sense, let alone someone who was part of the royal court, but he listened because he felt bad. Obviously both the duchess and the princess were going through some sort of emotional crisis. The least he could do was listen, even if it was all nonsense...on the other hand there was only so much he could take before she gave him a monstrous, unhealable headache.

He saw her as he neared the ballroom, and offered a slight wave but nothing else. If they had somehow in some parallel universe been a couple, he wanted her to be sure that it wasn’t happening in this universe. Pretty doesn’t make a tale true, though he had to admit she was growing on him.

But he made his way over to a different familiar face. Persephone was another presence in his life, or Pipsqueak, as he affectionately called her. She was kind of like the sister he never had. Like, actually never had, unlike what the princess was trying to force him to believe. She was spunky, hyper… Rhett enjoyed her, if nothing else. She was standing with someone he didn’t recognize, but that made no difference to him.

”Looking good, Pipsqueak. Tell me you’re my date tonight,” he said before turning to her friend. ”Name’s Rhett,” he told her casually. ”You two wouldn’t happen to have a fifteen would you?”

They didn’t appear to. Pity, he was kind of hoping he wouldn’t get stuck with someone he didn’t know, or had mysteriously forgotten knowing, if you caught his drift. Though as he looked around, he spotted one of the nerd girls he had helped on the night of the trials. The number 15 bold against the blue of her dress. ”Sorry guys, I think I found the lady of the hour.” He gestured toward the blonde. ”Nice talking to you,” he said to the friend before heading out. Persephone got a wink. ”Wish me luck.”

He could have appeared before her in the blink of an eye, but he didn’t want to scare her before the dance even started. Hopefully she wouldn’t be too dismally boring. She seemed nice enough at least, but none to energetic. Of course, he met her when she was suffering multiple wounds, so to be fair he should probably withhold judgement.

He took the card out of his pocket and held it up. ”Fifteen. I hope you’re not too disappointed,” he said, looking her up and down. ”Regardless I’m glad to see you made a full recovery... You look spectacular.”

[The_Final_Checkmate]

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THERE MUST BE POISON⊹IN THOSE◜FINGERTIPS

The two weeks almost flew by. For Vivi, the two weeks consisted of irritation, happiness, and hard work. For one, Vivi wasn't used to the whole school thing, and she really hated how she had to pretend to love all those other disgusting kingdom heirs. However, the upcoming ball that was announced on her arrival wasn't too bad. Although, it would be nice if she could stay with her Musique friends. She didn't want anything to do with anyone else. No matter, she did send a letter back to the kingdom to tell them about the ball. In return, a dress was sent back, just how she liked it. With all the criss crosses and ribbons, Vivi knew she could line the patterns with ribbons. Just in case, it's never bad to be too prepared for the worst. Slowly dressing herself, she slipped on some bracelets before doing up her dress. Smiling, she grabbed a bunch of ribbons and the cursed letter. It was like the death sentance to see which p***k she'd be paired up with. Vivi sighed, and decided to think of more happier things.

Like earlier

Earlier, she asked Maren if they could get ready together. Smiling, she slipped into her high heels and fastened them before hurrying over to Maren's room. Skipping through the hallways, she look a glance at all the girls getting ready for the ball before sighing. Oh well, at least that she got to wear something nice, and could possibly find a way to be with Musique. Maybe Ren could dance with her once. Vivi paused for a second. 'Do siblings even dance with each other...? Oh well I'll ask~' Holding the ribbons in her arms, she gracefully stopped in front of the dorm room and gave a few knocks happily, "Miss Maren~! " Vivi giggled and smiled brightly, "I'm heere~" bouncing a little, she smiled and tilted her head to the side, waiting for Maren to open the door.



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WHO; No one yet~. LOCATION; Outside Miss Maren's room WEARING; THIS OOC; Wow, much s**t post x.x






street riot

[Naturana]

«--<< ξlizabeth ℛose ℳarie >>--»
Amber's Personal Bodyguard
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Getting Lavill into the office was ten times easier than Rose could have ever imagined. The boy probably didn’t eat the whole day since she last saw him, then there was the fact that he was terribly injured, and now drinking. She took a spot on the wall next to him and passed the bottle of wine back and forth. The end of the bottle touched her lips, looking as if it was being poured into her mouth with a very convincing swallow, but all the wine was blocked by her tongue and all that was swallowed was her own saliva. This allowed Lavill to drink even more of the bottle than he probably had intended while they conversed. Lavill’s response to her question was simple, he was having fun. Until she got more answers on the actual situation, she was not sure to think him a savage or just an idiot. Lavill’s consciousness left a lot faster than Rose anticipated, being clear by how rushed her movements to catch him while falling were. “That was easy.” she said flatly while she gently took the bottle of wine in her and and dragged the general’s body towards the door. She did as Zilin instructed her and placed his hand into the box, smelling blood and hearing different mechanisms turning and clicking until the door opened on its own. She wasn’t sure exactly how it worked -- ouch. No thanks. She cringed looking at the bloody mess left on Lavill’s hand, welp, now she knew.

She kicked her bag into the office and dragged Lavill inside, laying him on the floor after the door closed only to bandage up his hand and tie his wrists together with the wire from her belt. Precautions had to be taken around him from now on. Rose quickly went to the pillows that were laid across the floor and moved them until she saw a door in the ground. One tug was all it needed to be opened -- it was left unlocked for her -- and the keys were left on the giant chess board for the cells below. She took the ring of keys from the chess table as she walked towards Lavill and squatted down to take his clothes out of her bag before she heaved him against her shoulder and walked down the steps into the dark cells beneath the school. She walked him to a randomly selected cell and put him down with his clothes. Before leaving him in the cell she cut the wire from around him and then locked the cell door shut. Finally she walked back into Zilin’s office and locked the floor door -- after fiddling with keys and the lock on each corner of the door -- and covered it with the pillows that could be used as a bed for the night.

In his office, Rose was always doing something. She studied the chess board for a moment, trying to figure out which pieces belonged to who -- Sonia’s was easy since it was going all around the board with swift speed. Her attention was also caught by the picture of a child on the wall...a child holding a teddy bear. Her hand rested on the wall while her thumb brushed over the face of the bear, a blank face mirroring the same one on her old worn out bear when she was a child. The bear in the picture looked newer than the one she had. It was a bear her father had as a child, passed down to her when she was born. A sad smile on her face as she leaned her forehead against the cool stone wall. She stared into the eyes of the boy, the boy which was known as a monster in today’s time. Her mother often told her to never be deceived by the disguise of man, there were forced stronger than man in which used them to carry out their evil deeds. As a child, Rose never understood those words her mother spoke at the end of her favorite bedtime story, but after her conversation with Vayle, she felt like she was starting to understand it more.

Week 1: October 27 - November 2

That first morning, her training with Zilin had begun. After his morning rounds and before many of the students were supposed to be waking up, Rose met her mentor wherever he had decided, and their training went just as she had hoped. After training, she made sure Zilin went with her to get breakfast before all the other students started flooding the cafeteria. She made another plate for Lavill to deliver to him later, as well as a plate with raw bleeding meat to get into the office on her own. While she ate breakfast with Zilin, she thought about the ball that was announced the night prior. Her glance shifted over to the man as a devilish grin crept upon her face, ‘Wanna make a bet?” she asked, before being invited to continue. She leaned in closer, “I bet you can’t go the next two weeks without any sexual interaction….Winner picks the attire for the loser at the upcoming ball.” she challenged him, a very tempting bet that he thought he could win...She’ll see about that. While other students were filing into the cafeteria, Rose was walking down into the cells to slide a plate to her prisoner. She barely gave a glance in his direction as she slid the plate under the bars before walking back up the stairs she entered from. She still had some investigating to do. Later in the week, Rose was able to finally get her three original questions answered by Eirwen, as well as other small questions she needed to ask to determine if Lavill was going to be released that Sunday, or not. He was not.

Week 2: November 3 - November 7

By the beginning of the second week, Rose had made a more detailed report of observations and witness statements (the most helpful being from Eirwen) on the case against Lavill. With the information she gathered, she had half a mind to present it to King Pyra himself and ask that she do her job alone as well as pull the duke from the school if he wished to avoid a war started by the reckless man. Even if the king refused, she could easily make a case for the Grand Master to list Lavill as a threat. The Seven Crucibles supported this school’s goal (maybe not in peace, but in keeping this great war at bay). They understood the importance of balance in the world, so while the school’s goal was peace, the guild looked to the school as starting a beacon of hope to minimize future wars. Her eye contact with the general became non existent as she gained more and more insight on the event two weeks ago, resulting in her eliminating any short term possibility of letting him know her real reason for being here. As far as he was concerned, she was a duchess and was here to make her kingdom look better through her presence at the school. It seemed the more kingdoms that sent all their royals, the better those kingdoms appeared to be towards meeting the school’s goal.

Day of the Ball

Strapped tightly in its place was the same dagger holster she wore during the night of mourning. She had released Lavill earlier that day and did her best to not have any involvement with him until the ball tonight. Easier said than done, especially when he felt like he did absolutely nothing worth his two weeks of solitary confinement. She lowered her skirt, hiding the leg which could not be seen from the slit that went down her dress. Her hair was already done, using needles as pins for another hidden weapon that may or may not be needed. The silver chain was visible, trailing down into the crevice of her cleavage where her chest concealed the locket at the very end of it. She had the option of putting the item inside the complicated lock box she brought from the guild -- where she placed the black rook given to her by Zilin -- but she was still not comfortable having it out of sight. After slipping on her long white gloves, Rose picked up a short black garment bag from her bed along with a pouch and silver heels. The pouch contained various accessories and hair styling tools which were to be used at her next destination: Zilin’s room.

Her number was tucked under the strap that stretched to one of her shoulders until she needed it for the ball. She was not informed if she was actually going to be having a date or not, but she assumed if she was not to have a date, that the number was a formality so no other student would be suspicious. Rose walked into her mentor’s room to see him helping Val with his suit. Eirwen was already dressed in her outfit with make up on her face. A small smile went to the princess who showed great strength during the last two weeks, “Eirwen, let me help with your hair.” she insisted as she laid Zilin’s lost bet onto the bed. She pulled out the hair pins from the pouch and started fiddling with different hair styles. Rose hadn’t had so much hair to play with since she was younger, before the war ruined her entire life. A soft chuckle left the assassin’s lips, “I used to have hair this long when I was a little girl…” she reminisced out loud. The dark blue strands were pulled back and twisted into little buds on the back of the princess’s hair. Eirwen was very concerned about her arms being shown to the whole world, Rose continued to assure her that the amount of skin she was presenting was no where near inappropriate, “Trust me, you’re hardly showing anything at all...especially compared to how I think some of the other girls are going to be dressed.” she mentioned softly into her ear.

With Eirwen ready to go, Rose approached the bed with a grin on her face. “You ready to reap what you sowed Zilin?” she giggled almost evilly as the bag was slowly unzipped. She made sure to hold the back of the bag to Zilin so he could not see the stunning outfit “BAM!” she held up the dress with a proud look on her face as she watched Zilin’s face curl into distaste. Her smirk only widened at this, it was only better that he hated the dress, perhaps he’d take the next bet more seriously. She assisted him in getting the dress on, glad that it did not tear. She went through a lot of trouble to get a dress made in a larger size than socially acceptable for women. All she had to do was send a letter to the right connections and the dress was sent as soon as it was complete. After she had finished doing Zilin’s hair and makeup, she ensured that his feet could fit into the abnormally large heels and that he could walk. “Have fun you two!” she bid farewell to the princess and prince as they left to find their escorts for the night.

Rose took a step back to appreciate her victory, a victorious smirk still plastered on her face with her arms crossed over her chest, “Phronese should develop something to capture this moment…” she commented as she snickered at how ridiculous the man looked. “Red looks good on you.” teasing him even further before she pulled the number from under her strap, “Well, I have to go, but I’ll see you at the ball! You’re going to give me a dance in that!” she laughed waving him a goodbye before she left his room and walked straight for the ball room. She arrived to the scene just in time to see Eirwen walking in with Tyrese. Rose wasn’t sure if she liked that pairing or if she should be worried about the safety of all the other students at the school. While her main job was to make sure Amber didn’t meet the same fate as her brother, she was not going to instantly disregard the lives of the future rulers of the whole world. Rose took a quick look into the ballroom, not finding Amber inside yet, nor was there anybody that shared her number 21. She stood outside with the other half dates as they waited for their escorts. Amia was wearing more than she expected the seductress to have on, Meadow was a strange duchess -- born in Lucifia but somehow managed to come off as if she was Symphonian -- then there was Persephone who wore pink for what Rose assumed was the first time in her life. Her eyes continued to look over the other royals, another pairing walked into the ballroom consisting of a Phronesian Duke and Abyssian Duchess. Rose stood patiently waiting for her number to arrive -- if it arrived, she would know soon enough how Marianna was going to assist her mission at the school (especially since it boosted the headmistress’s goal as well).

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ℒocation: Time Skip >> Her room >> Zilin’s Room >> Outside Ballroom
Ȼompany: Alone >> Eirwen, Val, and Zilin >> Zilin >> Everyone outside ballroom
Ʋniform: Locket (under cleavage) & Attire
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♬xLocation: Ballroom
♪xCompanions: Vivi > Mordecai
♩xClothes: Formal Saree
♭xOOC:

Maren sat on her bed staring at the inside of her closet. When Viviance had asked if they could get ready together, Maren had her reservations but eventually said okay. Vivi had delivered the dress Marcello had picked out for her after all. She gave in despite her previous feelings about the girl. Amber didn’t really seem to want her company for more than a few minutes at a time and Lily was so excited to go flirt she didn’t mention anything about getting ready to Maren, and she didn’t want to really hear her talk about Taylor... Maren’s date was more of a “I think I would have a fairly decent time” than a romantic evening. She didn’t trust Mordecai enough to go any farther than just that. After what happened with Lavill she realized she was a horrible judge of character. She should have gone with her gut feeling when she was in Lavill’s room, and left way earlier than she had. Honestly she should have realized that no one worth having was going to be interested in her in the first place. Maybe she shouldn’t even bother trying.

It was easier to forget her boy problems when Vivi got there, though they did talk about how both Mordecai and Ren had asked her to the dance. Why Ren asked her she had no idea, but she tried to be polite and said she had already been asked by someone else. There was no reason to hurt his feelings and turn him down because he simply put her on edge, though whether or not his feelings would actually hurt due to her rejection she couldn’t say for sure. To take a break from that conversation Maren helped Vivi with her ribbons before putting on a small fashion show of her own. She even showed Vivi how to wear some of her clothes from other kingdoms, but nothing really seemed to do the trick.

”Vi, did you happen to see what dress Marcello picked? I honestly haven’t looked at it yet…”

She didn’t look at it because she was sure it’d be something that said more about Marcello than her. Even though she had talked to him frequently in the past two weeks she still felt like things weren’t the same between them. He couldn’t seem to grasp that she would never fit in quite perfectly with Musician ways… It made her feel even worse about her decision to come here. She had already been the cause of… That poor girl. She could believe Lavill would do something so blatantly...but there was more than one rumor going around the school. The only common ground was Eirwen got burned, badly, right after Lavill had been rejected by her. Amber and Taylor told her it wasn’t her fault but she couldn’t help but feel she was at least partly responsible.

”I guess I should take at least one glance at it… I don’t have anything to lose.”

Slowly she unzipped the dress bag from Marcello. It had been hanging on bathroom door for days but until now she thought she could think up something better, something more her. She was wrong. Marcello had sent her a saree. Straight out of Funkazan. Maren gently pulled the shawl out of the bag and held it out for Vivi to see. It was a beautiful, brilliant blue… Much better quality that her casual ones. Marcello had obviously put a lot of thought into what she would like, what would look good with her hair, what would be appropriate and still her. After not seeing him for such a long time, and feeling like he had stopped understanding her... Maren teared up a little.

”This was really nice of him…” she sniffed before saying thank you under her breath. If Marcello was listening he’d hear it. ”I’m going to try it on.”

Yup. Mordecai would be sad to see her number differ from his. Vivi did her hair (which was worn down and uncovered for the first time since she had arrived in Utopia) while Maren painted henna on her arms and feet. Marcello had sent shoes, but they got in the way of the design. She’d be leaving them behind. After the jewelry and make-up were on, and Maren's nails were done, they were both ready to go. Maren felt both excited and nervous to be looking so completely Funkazan, she even smelled like tropical flowers. Nervous because it was different. Excited for the same reason. She held her number in her hand. Hopefully she would be with someone honest and unpretentious. That was all she could really ask for. Vivi however. Maren had a sneaking suspicion that she wanted to be paired with Ren. Good on her, it would get him off her back.

Looking around the room, neither her or Vivi found their partners, but Maren did spot Mordecai, her would-be date had the school not sprung the random pairings on them. She nodded toward him. Vivi could follow or do her own thing. It was her choice. ”You look very handsome this evening.” Maren said, making her presence known. It was true too. He'd definitely put effort in, which was flattering in an of itself, even if she wouldn't be the one enjoying it. She smiled. ”It’s a shame about the assignments, unless by some happy accident we happen to match.” She held up her number. ”You wouldn’t happen to have seven would you?”

[Culex Xeluc]

Look, and it can't be seen.
Listen, and it can't be heard.
Reach, and it can't be grasped.

"Do you wish to improve the world?"



When he had first heard of the ball, he was not pleased. From what he had gathered from people's past experiences (as well as his own with the trials), Taylor deduced that any time an event occurred in Utopia, it was bad news. Something would go awry, either purposefully done so by the staff or otherwise. He wouldn't put it past them to release some sort of creature in the middle of the ballroom. Despite the horrible things, however, it seemed only Taylor had his suspicions towards the ball, as a lot of the student merely whispered excitedly about it. It was honestly unbelievable. Nevertheless, he had learned a curious fact from of the students who arrived on the day of the ball. Namely, some students simply didn't attend the trials! Whether accidental or otherwise, it was ingenious. It was the strategy he planned on using for the ball. As the day of the ball came closer and closer, he noticed people were getting more excited. It didn't seem like anyone made a big moves to invite people as a couple.

When Maren had asked him if he had invited Lily to the ball, he told her no. In fact, he was honest with her, and told her that he probably wouldn't go and say he 'forgot'. Not that it was anything personal against Lily, he just didn't want to risk his own well-being. He didn't linger too much in the topic, since he didn't want to criticize her for wanting to go and also the whole subject of Lily was a bit of a mystery that he wasn't sure if he wanted to go into. When she had mentioned that she was invited not once, but twice, he was a bit surprised. Not that she wasn't an amazing girl or anything, but he always figured the men of Utopia to be more into more loud women, like Amber or Amia. Nevertheless, it made him a bit happy. Given what he had learned about her and boys, she could use the confidence booster.

Once the day of the ball came, Taylor mostly stayed in his room, meditating. The way he saw it, he'd have to hide in his room for the whole day, in order to not risk someone 'reminding' him of the ball. Fine by him, really. He had plenty of other things to do, things to read, things to try out. He had gathered a few books from the library, now it was simply a matter of deciding which to read first. He also wanted to practice some new sound techniques. If he could manage to sneak to the music room, he could probably safely execute them without risking much wreckage. Since he was certain Marcello would go to the ball, he doubted the little Prince would be there. He just had to figure out how to sneak around the school to make it there. Yet as it got later, to his dismay, he discovered a letter in his door. He had no idea how long it had been there, but he was more concerned by the fact that he would probably be unable to lie and say he forgot. He sighed, shaking his head. He looked around his clothes. For the first time, he was glad his mother had forced him to pack some proper attire, should the occasion come up. He doubted that it would (after all, they were in a school, not in a castle), but it would appear his initial guess was wrong. They probably wouldn't force someone to stay too long, would they? Who was he kidding, of course they would. He kept forgetting the kind of people who ran this school.

As he finally had prepared what he would wear for the ball, with added accessories and whatnot, he noticed a knock on the door. Confused, he answered it and received yet another letter which he quickly read. He sighed yet again. Great, not only was he forced to go but he had to entertain some random pairing. He looked around, finding his standard concoction. He drank a slightly bigger portion, just to calm him down. Not that he was stressed or anything, but he figured if he could just relax, he could get the whole thing over much more smoothly. Who knows, maybe he'd met someone cool? Then, more scarier thoughts came to mind.

What if it was Lily? The two had a sort-of weird falling out, but it was hard to tell unless you knew both of them personally. After all, they still talked and whatnot, but she had resumed her flirty attitude with other guys. The ball was technically in his court. She had expressed her interest in him being stronger than friends and his response? Nothing. Why nothing? Because he had nothing to say. He wasn't sure what he could even say. He was uncertain about his feelings. The whole thing started as a way to piss off Marcello, but it evolved to something more. What, he wasn't sure, but he had began to think that maybe he had began to track into dark territory. Not that he was afraid of Marcello. He was confident he could beat the crap of the little spoiled brat if he were to fight him. In fact, he had already done so during the trials. However, the queen was a little more concerning. He could tell she didn't like him, and based on his own research, he wasn't the biggest fan of her either. His biggest discovery against her was accidental too, and before he could even say anything, he was immediately accused of crimes, with no one coming to defend him. If he were to get too involved with Lily, it might mean more punishment for him...or worse, for Lily. Lastly, what if he wasn't the best for her? Or even the opposite? Albeit the latter question was almost silly, since he had never ever even considered dating someone. Just the idea of getting close with someone was foreign and now...he'd have to go as someone partner? What if they were to do some close-quarters dancing? Would he able to deal with the awkwardness?

At the other extreme, if it wasn't Lily, how would that be like? Would he still have the same redness in his face? Would it better or worse? What if it was Maren? That would be a lucky break, right? She'd probably it off like a joke, and not force him to do anything like that...or would she? What if she wanted to dance with him? Enough. No more. He had it. He was just going to put on his clothes, go, and deal with it when it comes up. He looked at the number. Two. Once he was ready, he decided to step out of his room, and headed towards the meeting place. Once he arrived at the place, he looked around, mostly looking for people he recognized more so than people with his number. As he got closer, he noticed Maren was with Mordecai. Taylor distrusted the man, but he could not quite put a finger as to why. He blamed it on the high class vocabulary. Nevertheless, it seemed Maren had taken a liking to him, even if it was just as friends. Could she have ended up paired up with him? Sure would have been convenient for the Luna duke, given how he had asked her. She had gone for the Funkanzan attire, which he imagine would be to Marcello's dismay. He gave her a small wave, figuring it was best not to interrupt them. Following his quest, he stumbled upon two girls, one in a rather green attire, and the other in an annoyingly pink dress. To his surprise, the green one also had the number two! As he moved closer, he introduced himself.

"Mind if I cut in?"He hoped he hadn't interrupted something, but he figured he had. He lifted up his little slip with the number two, before turning to Meadow. "I believe you're the other half of our four," he said, making a slight joke of the fact that two plus two was four. He barely recognized the girl. She was one of the newer students, but he didn't recall ever talking to her...ever. Well, now was as good of a time as any. With that, he turned to Persephone. "May I ...uh...steal your friend?" He knew well enough that girl could talk ages and given his personality, he probably would not bring himself to stop her if she decided to keep the conversation going.


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With: No one -- > Meadow and Persephone
OOC: Outfit
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Approach it and there is no beginning;
follow it and there is no end.
You can't know it, but you can be it

[Beyond The Time]

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I'm ready to leap ⇈ : Persephone, Blondie Mk. II, not!Jack Frost and Redeye --> Interim --> Himself
I'm ready to live ⇉ : Conversing --> Interim --> Waiting for his special someone
I'm ready to go ↯↯ : Cafeteria --> Interim --> Ballroom
Get me out of my mind ♫ : Hoshizora no Believe - Mami Ayukawa

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The green-haired bundle of energy was quite pleased to hear Claude finally speak, and it was amusing for him to watch her react. Persephone was definitely a strange one, but at least she was nice. Soon enough, another girl joined their little group. This one was definitely odd in her own right, though it was more because of her appearance than anything. Claude had never seen anyone with heterochromia before, it was definitely something that he'd have to tell his folks about once he returned. While he'd never personally want it as it'd draw unnecessary attention to him, he had to admit it the girl looked striking with them. The young woman, however, seemed rather shy when speaking to the rest of the group. She didn't stay for long, though. The girl along with the chilling young man left them all, leaving Claude with Grayson and Persephone. But that didn't stop Persephone from being just as energetic as she was while they were around. Then again, I don't think many things in life would. As long as she doesn't end up being Colette-level crazy, I think this friendship should go alright. "This has been a great day! Wouldn’t you two agree?", the girl spouted before continuing to devour her food. "While it's far from over, I haven't gotten almost killed yet. So I guess so.", he replied with a smirk on his face. While he wasn't one to usually show his snarky side upon first meeting anyone, it seemed harmless enough.

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The rest of the day, while overall uneventful, still had a couple of surprises here and there. While Eirwen ended up being taken from the infirmary, finding her wasn't too difficult of a task. The girl seemed further injured than when he'd last seen her, but he didn't ask about it right away. From the look on her face, she wasn't exactly in the mood to relive the memories of whatever had occurred to her this time around. There was also the presence of a couple of students Claude hadn't seen attend any classes before then. Though he wasn't really interested in striking up a conversation with any of them, he sort of wished he had came when they did. If they had come a day before, I don't think they'd be too willing to stay for much longer. But I think I've had enough social interaction for one day, wouldn't wanna jinx it. The following few days were normal, or at least normal for an institution such as this one. Claude's classes continued as if the staff didn't just put them in life-or-death situations and things died down. One thing Claude did notice over time, however, that one of the students was missing. It didn't dawn on him until a tad later on who exactly it was.

One day, Claude decided it time he and the prince had an actual conversation. The whole Tyrese finding and manhandling him for one reason or another had grown dull, and gods know how long it's been. However, the wind heir was not in his room when Claude knocked. After a mild amount of searching, turquoise eyes spotted Ty and the dynamic duo was soon afterwards reborn. Their first order of business was to ask Eirwen about what had happened to her the day after the trials. While Claude had been meaning to ask about it earlier, he didn't have the personal conviction to do so on his own. Once with the raven-haired maiden, they got right to the point and inquired about her most recent tussle. While Eirwen simply spouted that she'd won a fight, Claude was more worried about why she was fighting again in the first place. At first he thought it had been the Symphonian boy again, but that idea was debunked. Then Claude took a closer look at Eirwen's newest injuries. While it was hard to make out, she definitely seemed as if she had dealt with something rather hot. It's almost as if she was up against a fire or s-

Just then, a lightbulb turned itself on inside the young man's mind and Claude had a very good idea of who her opponent was this around. Right, him. That Funkazan duke from my first day. It would seem that he has a knack for being a d**k. He's the one that's been out of class as well. I really hope getting the s**t kicked out of him gets him to understand that when people tell you to "go after" someone, that's not what they mean. While he didn't press on asking questions or anything of the sort, Claude's annoyance was more evident than what he'd usually allow. People like that really set him off, and the fact that it was someone he cared about getting basically abused didn't help things much. The thought of physically assaulting the man upon first glance crossed the duke's mind, but Claude knew that going head to head against someone like that wasn't one of his strong suits. No, if he was going to anything he'd have to keep it verbal and not too blunt. But he was still set on doing something, that much was certain.

The bistre-haired youth spent his free time either finding something to read in the library or dabble in small talk here and there with the few students he'd actually introduced himself to. The wounds he had sustained during the trials quickly finished healing themselves, which was quite nice. They days went their course like a warm breeze, and though there were occasional gusts of intrigue it was mundane for Claude. He wasn't one to socialize with the more...dramatic nobles on-campus and that allowed things to go rather smoothly for him.

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Claude had almost forgotten it'd been an entire year since the treaty was signed. That was, at least, until he received a letter from the principal upon awakening that day. A...ball? Does this mean we're going to have an actual dance or is this just another death trap waiting to be sprung? While paranoid at first, he assumed the staff wouldn't put them in any danger this soon after their last little "event". With that in-mind, Claude decided it best to prepare early. Since his father made him aware he wasn't good at much else from an early age, the young man had gotten quite accustomed to such social events. And though Claude didn't necessarily linger with anyone for too long, the boy had learned how to interact with people in such times. It helped him seem less antisocial than he actually was, which was a plus. Rummaging through his belongings, he found himself some more formal clothing he brought with him. They were nice and, though not traditional Ichijin garb, the soup-and-fish still looked splendid on him. Claude warmed up to the idea more as he got prepared. He was a decent enough dancer to at least keep up with someone else and if anything ballrooms always have good corner seats.

Speaking of dancing, the bistre-haired youth was wondering how he'd find himself a partner for tonight's event. I suppose I could always ask someone to be my date or something...though I'm not sure anyone I know would accept. Let's see now...there's
A. Persephone - Though I'm sure she'd enjoy herself, I have a feeling she'll be all over the place with all these friends of hers.
B. Ronni - I haven't really spoken with her in quite a while, wouldn't that be awkward?
C. Colette - ....I don't think I'm that self-loathing just yet.
D. Avy-chan - I don't think I'm ready for a snark-off of that level. But even if she did agree for some strange reason, she'd probably ditch me.
E. Eirwen - That would be fun. I don't think we've had a chance to really have a nice night together...and she is rather pretty...then again, she's probably got someone already on her mind. I mean I haven't been around that long, maybe she's already got a crush or something. What if I asked her in front of that guy by accident? I'm really not in the mood to fight over someone, even if she's pretty great... Besides, I'm sure she could do better than dancing with a cripple anyways... With that moment of low self-esteem behind him, Claude spent the rest of his morning and most of the afternoon either studying or exercising. Since the trials, the bistre-haired youth bumped up his regimen in order to better compensate for his lack of supernatural abilities should he need to fight again.

Claude started to get dressed up after a shower an hour or so before the event was supposed to begin. As he was preparing himself for the ball, a servant of his knocked on his door. Courteously opening it for the man, he was given another letter from the principal. So then, I'll be paired off with anyone? Hopefully I'm paired off with Eirw-...err, someone I'll enjoy my time with. After finishing up his ensemble for the evening, Claude casually made his way to the ballroom. As he walked, the young man pondered over the nature of this event. An entire year since the last conflict, my gods is that amazing. Hopefully the world can keep it up, I can't imagine another war erupting like the ones before the treaty. Though if it did, I don't think I'd be able to be stopped from fighting this time around. I'm not letting my father, Ty, or anyone else I care about fight while I stay and do nothing. Not again. But that's enough of that. Tonight's a celebration, so I suppose I should just enjoy myself tonight.

As Claude made it to the ballroom, he kept his number held up to his chest as he searched for his partner. But it didn't seem like whomever he was to dance with tonight was around just yet. On the other hand, the bistre-haired youth did see a couple of familiar faces. Persephone was outside of the room itself, making new friends as usual. Upon entering, he found Tyrese looking as handsome as ever. Eirwen was there as well, and Claude found her ensemble to quite remarkable. Wow, she's...rather cute in that dress. Though his conscious mind had yet to accept the feelings he had for her, his subconscious allowed a mild blush to appear on his face as his eyes lingered on her for a moment. His gaze was broken, though, as he realized just how nice of a ballroom this actually was. There was definitely a lot of work to make this place look beautiful. But if we end up having to do some dangerous task in our best clothes, I'll really have to question how much these people value us. The thought of greeting the two of them crossed his mind, but he thought it best to wait until his "date" arrived. It'd be rude of me to start hanging around people before my partner arrived. Besides, those two seem to be enjoying themselves. I'd probably just be a third wheel. So Claude waited at the door for whoever would be with him tonight, and though he had doubts on if he'd like this person he would be optimistic for now.



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[The_Final_Checkmate]

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Azereth's two weeks were almost hell. Almost. There were a few reasons for that.

The one of the reasons were Eirwen and his damned injury. When the Miss came to dress his wound, Azer could see blood, blood and just blood gushing out of his side. At a few times during the whole treatment, Azereth wanted to faint from all the blood. To him, blood was okay, as long as it wasn't his blood that was spilling. the last thing he wanted to hear was about how something had happened to his little sister. Wanting to run to his sister to see if she was okay, he did his utmost best to wait until the damned treatment was done. The second he was allowed to go, he ran right out of the room to see her. After seeing Eirwen, everything consisted of awkward stares and small questions until he decided to get some answers. Like how the hell she was burned so badly, and which Funkazan b*****d did it. Eventually, Azereth did get a name. And that was a name Azer was never going to forget at all. Azer definitely was going to get him once he found him, whoever "Laviil" was. No matter, it was only a matter of time. He'd wait for the right moment. Azereth sighed. Hopefully Eirwen recovered quickly.

And then there was the other part of the two weeks that Azereth was regretting. A lot. It started one morning when Azer was sleeping, enjoying his time alone, in solitude. “FROSTY THE SNOW MAN!!!! FROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” Falling out of his bed, Azer groaned as he looked at the door. 'Why does she hate me...?' Standing up, he stretched and opened the door before he was almost knocked aside. “Here’s the plan!” “No.” 'Too early for this. Go away' going back to his bed, he hid in the blankets, waiting for her to go. “FROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET” Azer sighed and winced from the words. “Fiiiiiine.” What could go wrong? Peaking out from his little cavern, he watched Persephone. , “Okay! So my Food Buddy said he thought you looked like a girl --”

“What? Are you serious? I knew he looked at me funny earlier!!!!”

Azer was starting to regret it.

“Right?! So anyways, he called you a girl, which I think is mean cuz you look like a dude to me -- ANYWAYS! So you know that ball that’s coming up? I was thinking, what if you wore a dress and did your hair like a girl so we can make him think you really ARE a girl and prank him in front of the entire school?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!” Azereth could barely process what was happening. Blinking blankly at her, he watched the girl kneel in front of him. “I can’t do this without you!!! Please?” And then she went on. On, and on, and on. Azer winced and rubbed his head as she continued to beg. Finally, after his stubbornness wore out, he sighed out heavily. ”Fiiiiiiiiine.” As Persephone cheered, Azereth shrunk back into his bed and closed his eyes. He was definitely going to regret it. But hopefully. Hopefully, she was only joking, and that he would be able to wear something that was much more appropriate. Like, the MALE formal clothes he picked out the other day...

--Time skippy--

”I hate myself.” As he used the last of the pins to pin up his hair, Azer sighed as he stared into the mirror. He did look like a girl. It was irritating him slightly. Standing up, he looked at his scratched up neck and sighed. He looked flawless, except for the neck. Grabbing a black ribbon, he wrapped it around his neck and tied it. There. It was covered. Reaching for the tiara, he looked back in the mirror and sighed. He didn't want to go. He just wanted to hide away and wonder why he listened to Persephone. Staring at himself, he picked up the letter and stared at the number. THat number. That number meant that he was destined to be paired up with a girl. A female. That wasn't going to fly well. Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes, and left the room with the letter in his right hand. His left hand was on his neck. He desperately wanted to scratch his neck so hard he could rip out his spine, but the ribbon. The stupid ribbon he had to put on. He brought his hand down and fiddled with his fingers. Reaching the ballroom, he looked around slightly, and he turned outright pale. Fiddling with the letter some more, he slowly slipped it out and stared at his own number. Hopefully, he could switch the number with someone, in hopes to get a guy, and not have to escort a girl.

It was either that, or he could sneak out and wear some proper clothes later. Although Azer knew that he had no chance of escape. He had to think of something to get himself out of this situation. Fast.




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Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Outside the ballroom
Ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ: What to do what to do....
Ｈｅａｌｔｈ: 60% - Tired, thirsty, hu-... irritated
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Who Am I Speaking To? -Victoria> Persephone > Group Alto.Where Am I? -Outside> Persephone’s room > Hall
What Am I Thinking? -Let’s have fun.
Jay’s Attire
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"Jay Rosario, pleasure to meet you as well. I'm Victoria Cumulus."Ah, she finally spoke again, Jay let out a small sigh of relief, it seems that his first actual conversation with another being was going well. Although it dawned on him that he could have scared her off sooner by being so nosey about her well being, but it didn’t matter much now. "I'm sure your sister has lovely hair.” She replied towards his little rant about his sister. In his head he wanted to roll his eyes and say that ‘Her is far from lovely, it would be if she actually put proper time and care for it.’ "Does your sister go to this academy?" She asked.

“Why yes she does actually, you might actually know her.” He replied answering her question. “She is a short little munchkin that runs around causing all sorts of mischief, I am pretty sure everyone will know her by now.” ‘Active little booger.’ Was what he wanted to add. “We don’t really, know each other to be honest. Due to some problems we were separated throughout a few years, so it is sort of awkward getting used to, but she’s my sister so I love her.” He smiled. They continued to chat and walk, afterwards he said his goodbye and took his leave. For the next week or so, Jay went about his normal time either outside in the garden or just watching people pass by the halls. It was peaceful for him to say the least.

-Time Skip-

“No.”

“No? No!? Sister! Put on your dress darn it! Now hold still!” Jay exclaimed as he to hand Persephone’s dress. If there was anything that grind Jay’s gears, it was his sister and her sense of fashion. As much as he does not want to be at the academy, he still wants to represent his Kingdom with the utmost respect, but little miss mud girl over here seems to be giving him trouble when it comes to dressing for a special occasion. He towered over the poor girl as he tried to shove the dress in her face and force her into the bathroom to change. Which, she finally did, Jay took one big sigh of relief as he checked the time.

“Oh dear, I am going to be running late at this rate.” He said as he took another breather. He then noticed the door knob move and the door opened.

“I said I don’t want to --” Her sister said. Jay was taken aback, she looked marvelous in her dress. “Is that…..is that me?” She questioned while looking at the mirror.

“Why yes it is sister.” He replied curling her hair slowly.“You look so wonderful in that dress, I knew it would look good on you.” He smiled as he continued to curl, it was a short tender moment between the two siblings.

“I look so…….so……Pretty!” She exclaimed, Jay let out a small chuckle, he watched as her little sister was so excited over her look. He finally finished doing the final touch up on her hair.

“Alright, you are all set sister. Now go and have fun, and do not forget to show proper etiquette.” He patted her lightly on the head, gave her a hug and sent her off. Jay then looked at the time, his eyes widen at the realization that he was going to be late. “Gosh darn it sister! You made me late!” He then rushed back to his room to go and change. Jay got ready, put on his attire, which was a stylish dark all black tuxedo, which was complemented with a satin silk bow tie matching with cummerbund and white linen handkerchief. He groomed his hair back and left to the ball with the number he was received. Along the way, he picked a brightly red rose that he found in the garden area, he then began to walk faster towards the ballroom. As he arrived, he looked down at the number he was given. “Twelve...I wonder who received twelve?” He began to look around, “Way to go Jay, you’re late on a very important of the evening in which you could have met another friend.” Letting out a small sigh he heard a voice speak from the others that awaited,

”Does anyone else have twelve?” Jay then lit up and walked towards the woman that said the number.

“I have twelve!” He said in a sort of excited tone, “Pardon my tardiness madame, I ran into some trouble along the way.” He looked at the woman, she looked so magnificent in her peach dress. “My, I might add that you look really lovely miss, as for introductions; my name is Jay Rosario, and I will be your escort and partner for the evening.” He then bowed while handing her the rose he picked.

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[Culex Xeluc]

WITH ♠♠Meadow and company -- > Veronica
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As he stood around waiting for his date, he looked around everyone else. Who could have been his date? There were plenty of girls, but yet they could all be his partner. His mind quickly thought of examples. There could be Sonia. She'd be really fun! She was happy, and he could imagine himself doing dumb stuff and she'd laugh, he'd be happy at her laugh. There was also Persephone. He hadn't talked to her much, but she seemed like she seemed similar personalities to Sonia. Enough to make him enjoy her company as well. As he discovered who she was talking to, he's smiled. Ah, Meadow. She was one of the few girls he felt could keep up with his crazy ideals but not young enough that he'd feel awkward about it. He had never talked to her for the simple reason he never had an excuse. Then again, he never had an excuse to talk to Sonia, yet he had bonded very well with her. There was something about the Lucifian duchess which had made him less bold to approach her. Especially when it came to the ball. He had thought about asking her, but for some reason he never did. He was unsure if it was fear of rejection, fear of getting involved with someone outside of Phronese, or just standard human fear. Nevertheless, there was something which made it hard to approach Meadow versus Sonia or other individuals. She was about the only person who could match his silliness that was more comparable to his age than Sonia. He should probably say something, so she knew he existed, right? With that in mind, he slowly approached her.

"Meadow!" He shouted as he walked closer. "I liked your green dress. It looks great!". He would have asked for a dance later in the evening, but it occurred to him that might come out as creepy, so it was best if he didn't. Luckily, another blond man joined to interrupt her and her friend. Was that the Musique duke? He knew a little about him, mostly for the slight commotion he had caused with regards to the Phronesian spy. Of course, the spy had been taken care of, given his failure, but Taylor's discovery would have been an embarrassment had the queen of Musique not hidden away. While the spy hadn't retrieve all the details that Taylor had probably discovered, it seemed enough for Edward to realize the details that this man would probably not like the spy or the queen too much. Luckily, as far Edward knew, Taylor had not figured out the spy's true origin, so it was all good. Still, he didn't dare interrupt their dance, so he backed away from the group. He'd probably have a time later in the dance...hopefully? If not, maybe the Musique duke had more game than he had given the blond credit for. Either way, if she found him more appealing, how was he to blame her? As long as she was happy, he had nothing to complain about. All that was left was his own happiness. Speaking of which, where was his partner?

As if on cue, another girl drew his attention. ”Well you made that quite easy.” With that, he turned around to face the stranger. Instantly, he recognized her. Veronica Charm, from Musique. He had easily gathered she was from Abyss given her powers, but the real question was her exact name, which she was eager to give out. He was going to be a little careful. Abyss seemed to have a mystery of powers, given how much they liked how to hide in darkness. Still, given her friendliness, he felt almost compelled to be friendly back. Besides, even if she were to try to pefrom dark magic on him, given his powers, he should be able to tell. While he was most certainly not a special on Abyssian magic, he knew enough to be able to see the tell-tale signs, even more so with his powers to see when she was planning on activating them. And who knew? If they were interesting, he might just copy them and show her and thing or two. He had a bad reputation for doing that to cocky power users back in Phronese, as the current interrogator knew. Not that he thought Veronica was cocky, but it was 'cool' parlor trick to play on unexpecting viewers.

”Lets head in shall we?” she said as extended her hand out. Feeling pretty safe about her powers (double checking to make sure), enough to take her hand as she guided him into the ballroom. Most girl in Phronese weren't so forward as to guide him. In fact, most girls usually preferred the guy to do so which made the whole scenario a curious change of pace. He figured he should introduce himself at some point, but his confident escort had yet to give him the chance to. This was alright with him, of course, as he too was in awe all the decoration. The staff had really outdone themselves this time! He had heard rumors that Prince Alto and others had helped design this ball, and it showed. It was clear this individuals definitely skilled in ball planning, what with all the decorations and whatnot. "Wow..." he remarked, just examining it all. He could definitely see a lot of interesting stuff occurring in this kind of dance floor. Who knows, maybe he involved in it too? What with all the great snacks and punch, and cool decorations. He wondered how long it would take for the dance room to get populated, and possible drama to come about, as he expected from a dance. He liked drama, but mostly seeing it, not partaking in it.

"So, Mystery Date, What do they call you?" Her question brought him back to reality. He had forgotten to introduce himself! "Unless you prefer Mystery Date." He smirked at her suggestion. At least she was playful! He could enjoy that kind of individual! It would certainly make the night enjoyable. "What do they call me?" He said, pondering the question. "I am the knight of three!" he said, pointing to his three on his forehead, before giving a small chuckle and removing it. "I'm a man of many mysteries, Veronica, but my name shouldn't be one!" Given his status as the 'Copycat in Phronese', not many people knew his background nor his work as a government employee, albeit his name was pretty famous...in Phronese. If was the girl were to recognize him, it'd probably be a miracle. "My name is Edward Darboux, at your service!" He'd probably say nothing more, given the rules of Utopia and whatnot. He figured this ball was not the time to be discussing backgrounds and whatnot. It was a time to have fun, and dance around, right? "So...I don't know if I'm the best dancer. I've never been accused of having two left feet though! That's up to you judge!" With that, he took her hand as the two moved into the ballroom. "I'm sure you're more than capable of punishing me if I mess up," he said, hinting that he knew enough about her powers to know what kind of things she could do, without revealing that he could actually read her powers easily. "I guess if you get bored of me, there seems to be awesome snacks! Though I figure they are alcohol-free, given the age group." He made a gesture towards the snack table, holding the punch and sparklling wine. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe Veronica wasn't old enough to drink anyways. Not like he'd know or care, cultures in different places were always different, but maybe her answer might show her true colors.



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[Fenoex]

As Lavill stood against the wall waiting for whatever may happen, rather Rose would come or not he didn't really care at this point, but he might as well wait. As he did, he continued to sip on the wine, tasting something coppery in the mix, he reached up and wiped his nose, looking down at the back of his hand, noticing the amount of blood "Damn she got me good." He chuckled softly when he heard footsteps nearing, he didn't even look over to see her, cause she spoke before he had to “Gives us access to his office, AND leaves us with wine!” Lavill smirked as he shook the bottle slightly and moved it towards her, offering the bottle “If this was what it means to be in trouble, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” He looked up at her, the smirk still on his lips "You'd be surprised how often this happens." He returned the joking tone “You look like s**t.” He shook his head "Looks worse then it actually is, trust me." He said as he inspected himself, a few cuts and bruises across his body, though he couldn't see how badly Eirwen had messed up his face, but based on the amount of blood slowly crawling across his chest, it had to be fairly bad.

“So...you going to tell me what happened, or did you just want to skip to the part where I give you what you’ve been asking for?” Lavill smirked as he took a big gulp of wine and handed it to Rose “Unless, you don’t really care about my reason for being here anymore.” "To be fair, I hadn't honestly cared in the first place, you were just harder then most so I had to try something new." He pushed himself off the wall and paced slightly around the hall "You'll figure out what really happened anyways so, I was having some fun, and things didn't work out in my favor." He shrugged as he spoke, it wasn't a lie, just not the entire truth. Rose would find out what really want down, how Lavill had tried to force himself on Eirwen, so why ruin the moment, the last time she would probably speak to him like this, it was very likely she would find him as a threat to the peace of the school, or possibly her own Princess, assuming the truth about her being a duchess was even true.

The two of them remained in the hall, sharing the wine, talking about different things, Rose had tried to ask again about the truth of what happened, but Lavill deflected the question and instead turned it on her, he began to ask about her home country, asking questions that could provide some sort of clue, but she was good, she didn't give up a single detail that would make him think different. It wasn't long that Lavill was soon much more intoxicated then he had originally thought he would get off of cheap Chronos wine. He was starting to get extremely dizzy and the hall he was standing in became dark, he glanced over to Rose, or where he thought she was a moment ago, he smirked and then collapsed having lost consciousness.

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Day 1

Lavill woke up, he reached up to rub his head, feeling bandages across his face, he let out a slight growl as he tried to spark a fire and burn the bandages off, but no fire came to his hand. He looked at it and then looked around, quickly standing up he realized he was in a cell, walking over to the entrance he tried again to light a fire, but again he got no results, a heavy groan escaped him as he heard footsteps approaching, it was Rose and she was carrying some food, she slid the tray into a small opening and Lavill took the tray, looking down at the food, he sat it down on the bed before turning back to Rose. "So how long am I stuck here?" He asked with a heavy sigh “One week, Unless we have reason to hold you longer.” before he was able to ask anything further of her though, she had left. Lavill grumbled to himself before turning back to the food, he sat down on the bed and began to eat it. "A week, what the ******** am I supposed to do for a week." He complained as he stuffed his face.

Day 6

Lavill did a majority of things over the past five days, from sleeping, to using the different areas of the cell to work out, locking his legs in the bed to do sit ups, gripping the top of the bars on the door to do pull ups, simply running back and forth across the small cell, to push ups, anything to burn time. If he wasn't doing that, he was sleeping, a few times a day Rose would show up with food, but wouldn't say a word to him, even if he tried to initiate conversation, he had clothes now, but only wore the pants that were brought to him. His sleep was plagued by dreams of his battles in the war, the various grotesque things he did to ensure victory for his country.

Day 10

At this point Rose had stopped bringing him food, instead it was a random servant, who also didn't say a word to him, just dropped the food off and left, it was becoming normal to Lavill to not having conversations with other people, instead he would have them with himself, it wasn't that Lavill was losing his mind, it was that a lack of social contact had started to drive him to the verge of rage, so when he started to talk to himself, he was able to calm down, multiple times had he attempted to break out of the cell by trying to bust through the wall, only to end up with bloody and beaten hands, his face had healed enough that he no longer wore the bandages, but the damage was obvious still. One thing Lavill hadn't noticed before was that he had lost a few teeth to Eirwen's barrage, not anything he couldn't live without but it definitely gave him cause to make sure he took a few from her the next time they ran into each other. As the day pressed on, Lavill doing the same things he did day in and day out, he heard footsteps, but they were at a much faster pace then the servants ever were, as he stood up and looked over, Tyrese stood outside his cell, clearly pissed off Don't you DARE touch any of my friends again!" At the same time Tyrese shouted that a strong gust of wind rushed into the cell and slammed Lavill against the back wall, by the time Lavill looked back up Tyrese was gone, a smirk on his face "Don't worry fairy, I'll get you back for that one." He said as he pushed himself up and walked over to the bed and sat down.

Day of the Ball

Lavill woke up, hearing some rustling near the cell he was in, he quickly sat up and looked through his hazy eyes as he saw some clothes and a letter sitting on the floor by the door, he slid out of bed and walked over to them, picking up the letter and reading it quickly in his head "A ball huh, means I get out then." He smirked as he picked up the clothes that were left, he got dressed and looked himself over "This isn't going to fly, too dressy." He complained to himself as he waited to be led from the cell and back to the normalcy of the school. He leaned against the wall and waited for someone to let him out, and sure enough before long a servant showed up and let him out of the cell, as he walked out the first thing he did was spark a fire in his hand, a smirk on his face as he looked over to the servant "Quit being scared, I just wanted to make sure that women didn't do anything to me." He said as the servant led him from the prison, the moment they were back in the halls Lavill turned to the servant "Get the hell away from me." He said as he lit his fist ablaze, the servant quickly walked away. Lavill then made his way to his room, ignoring anyone he passed along the way, not having any words to say.

Once he got to his room Lavill stripped down and pulled out some more normal clothes, he enjoyed balls and fancy gathering, but at Utopia they wouldn't get anything from him, he'd show up sure, but not in attire that fit, it'd be a waste of a suit to do such a thing. Once he was dressed in clothes he wore around the school normally, he pulled the letter out of the pocket of the pants he had taken off and took the small piece that had a number on it. "Who is the lucky one tonight." He said as he clenched the number in his fist and walked out of his room, shutting the door behind him.

As Lavill rounded the corner to the doors outside of the ballroom he spotted a group forming, with a slight growl he walked over towards the group, looking at each of the women trying to see which numbers they held, it was then that he spotted his number held by none other then Amia, his play thing since he arrived at the school, he walked over to her "This is going to be a good night." He said with a smile as he wrapped an arm around her and slid the piece of paper into his fingers and flashed it to her "How about we get this over with so the real fun can start." He said as he led her into the room, pushing the door open with his free hand. With Amia as his partner for the night, the chances of him getting anything after were near guaranteed and he wouldn't even have to try. As they walked in the first thing he spotted was Tyrese, with Eirwen, he would have to bide his time but he would get them both, seeing as they were together.

OOC: He is wearing exactly what his picture shows, cause I was too lazy to find an outfit for him lol

[Gorgeous Oblivion]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxto ˟stop the flow〰 of music ♬
xxxxxxxxx◟WOULD ❝BE LIKE STOPPING TIME__ ITSELF ➙
xxxxxx▶ i n c r e d i b l e . ˚a n d .⇣ i n c ˆo n c e i v a b l e !

Lily watched as a crowd slowly began to form and people began to find their partners. She leaned against the wall and sighed as she stared at her own card ’If this is any inclination of how my night will be…’ she let the thought run off. She kept a smile on her face as she watched people come and go, many excited to see their partners and walk in. She had no clue who her partner would be at this point. She began to wonder if it was going to be Taylor, she wasn’t sure how to feel about the thought. If it was then maybe she could get a feel for if she should stop wasting her time on the thought. Just then, the beautiful blonde came into view and her heart stopped, he looked quite handsome.

She was about to walk over to him when he approached two girls, one she knew as Persephone the other she has seen but never met. ”May I ...uh...steal your friend?” he asked Persephone. Lily couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy that waved through her, even more so that he was too distracted to even look around and see her. She felt sillier than ever now and was really beginning to think he was forever just a friend. She turned away from the scene and made her decision ”No use looking like a pathetic puppy Lil’s, you know you’re better than that. Sure you like the kid, he’s nice and all but if he doesn’t seem interested… MOVE ON WOMAN. Since when have you ever been stuck on one guy? Come on, let’s enjoy the night!’ her inner pep talk encouraged.

She continued to look around in hopes of at least seeing her brother, wondering who he was paired with. She just hoped whoever it was could handle his constant proper this and proper that speech. As much as she loved her brother, despite all that had happened, she did think he went a little over board occasionally with formalities. This school was far from formal anything, which surprised her when they announced a ball. Lily of course was excited to finally be able to dance and enjoy some music but it still seemed odd to her. She swayed alone to the music and really began to think her escort stood her up.

“I have twelve!” someone said rather excitedly behind her, she turned around to be faced with a rather handsome dark haired man “Pardon my tardiness madame, I ran into some trouble along the way.” he apologized. Lily took a moment to look him over, he was thin and lean with dark hair ’…and oh so handsome. Why have I not talked to him before?’ she questioned herself. When he bowed and handed her the rose, she smirked ’He’s also rather proper…. Marcello should REALLY love this.’ she smiled and took the rose with a gentle hand before speaking, ”Please, no apologies needed.” her voice soft like a melody.

With the compliment and introduction out there Lily was really starting to see things look up ”Why, thank you Mr. Rosario, you look rather handsome yourself.” she returned, ”I am Lillian Alto, but please…. Call me Lily.” she said with a smile. She then offered him her arm for him to lead her inside ”I most certainly don’t mind you being my escort for the evening.” she admitted. He was definitely far better than some of the options she could have had. To top that, she even had a feeling that her picky brother would at least like him.

As they made their way into the ballroom she could not resist the urge to see if Taylor had noticed her at all. She couldn’t really see him at the angle she was at so she shrugged it off and looked at the magnificently decorated room ”Oh wow…” she whispered. She had helped with a few things but had no idea it would turn out this beautiful. The music filled the air wonderfully, very pleasant to her ears. She noticed a few couples already heading out to dance and she looked to Jay ”Do you dance?” she asked, hoping he did, even if it wasn’t the greatest.





xx→(With): Jay
xxxx→(Location): Ballroom
xxxxxx→(Feeling): Hurt -> Excited, Flirty
xxxxxxxx→(ooc): Hope that was alright that I sort of moved them in

[Kurisumasu]

Where: Outside Ballroom
With: Persephone, Taylor
OOC:
Wearing: Dress

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Meadow stood silently as she looked around in search of numbers. Some people had already found their match while others still stood alone and as nervous as she was. Others looked angry about having their plans ruined by the last minute news of being randomly paired. It came as a bit of relief for Meadow however. She didn’t know any boys well enough to ask them to the dance.. or to be asked if it was possible. It would be both awkward and boring to stand around the whole night and simply watch the others dance. If that was the case she would have skipped out by now, but attendance was required for this particular event.

As Meadow waited, a voice caught her attention and she was surprised to see not a boy, but a small, energetic girl approach her in the brightest pink dress she had ever seen. She spoke quickly, apparently having taken interest in her natured theme attire.

Um, I don’t have your number, but you’re wearing a lot of leaf stuff and I don’t think I’ve seen you around before -- I mean I don’t think I’ve seen you around -- well I can’t tell you the kingdom cuz I could be wrong and that’s where I’m from -- but anyways! you look like you’re from there -- uhhh…”

She knew the girl couldn’t actually say what kingdom she was referring to, but she had an idea. It looked like she already fooled someone into believing she was from Symphonia. Meadow chuckled a bit and gave a small smile. “I think I know what you are talking about, but I can neither deny nor admit I am from that kingdom. It’s school rules I’m afraid.” Meadow wondered if this girl was a princess or just a duchess. She was very informal, and full of energy. Princesses acted differently didn’t they? Her eyes glanced over at the Lucifian princess, Alice on the other side of the room. The perfectly mannered, perfectly manicured princess was like this girl’s complete opposite. Then again, she was still very unfamiliar with the other kingdoms. She had been focusing more on her homework.. and playing in the woods, than socializing lately.

The girl introduced herself as Persephone before she began to ramble again. This time wondering what would be the result if the school had an uneven amount of males or females, and if it just so happened that a person was paired with their best friend or enemy. Meadow looked at her slip of paper with the number 2 on it. What if she did get a female date? How strange would that be? She looked up at Persephone again, “That would be very unfortunate. Maybe even disappointing if all of the girls are paired with cute boys and you and I end up stuck with girls.” She shrugged her shoulders, giggling a bit at the thought of seeing the most stuck up girls with another female. All of their time and energy spent on looking good for their male partner wasted. “Then again.. it could be less awkward than dancing with some random guy.” Her eyes wandered around the room again but still had yet to spot her number, on any guy or girl for that matter. “Oh! And I am Meadow Sumire,” she said, turning back to Persephone. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” She added a small curtsy with her name to be polite even though it didn’t feel necessary around the girl.

“Meadow!” Shouted a blonde male who was all too friendly. “I liked your green dress. It looks great!” Meadow gave a small wave and smiled back at him. Who was this person? And how did he know her name? She pondered over the idea in her mind trying to recall if she had ever met the guy. “Thanks! And nice hat!” She called back to him, referring to the number tied to his forehead.. number 3. Nope, close but not quite.

She was soon interrupted by another blonde, this time holding her number 2. "I believe you're the other half of our four,” he joked. Meadow held up her number with a grin, “Why yes I am.” He was a joker, that was good sign. Maybe he wouldn’t be too bad to hang out with. After the boy asked Persephone for permission to whisk her away and successfully doing so, Meadow introduced herself, “My name is Meadow Sumire,” she said with a curtsy just like he had before, “And who might you be?”


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