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Renaissance England's monarchs have planned the ball of the century. Everyone is invited and the castle is decked out in decorations of sheer magnificence and splendor. Entertainment of all sorts is present, and food and refreshments are delicious and in vast supply. There is only one problem, a mysterious lord/lady has given the monarchs a rude gift. Hired assassins have been sent to the ball masked as guests with hidden weapons. No one notices anything is amiss until the exits are blocked and chaos reigns.

(Profiles are optional, but if you don't have one, then be sure to say if you are a guest or an assassin.)

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[Guest]

Giovanni Di Bacco smiled politely to the young lady on his arm. He didn't know her, she seemed to have become attached to him somewhere around the time when he walked in the door. A stupid little thing she was, full of mindless giggles and dressed up in yards upon yards of frilly lace. At another silly giggle from the girl, Giovanni excused himself, saying that he needed to find someone. She gave him up with a funny little wave, gliding off to find her the next bachelor without someone hanging on his arm.

A small alcove near the window proved to be the perfect hiding place for Giovanni. His vest and underlying doublet were rather uncomfortable; Giovanni was better suited to a loose cotton shirt for working outdoors. But here he was, representing his family of Italian vineyard owners at this beast of a ball. He was a good choice of representation, as his older brothers did not possess his tact in conversation, which was important if one was supposed to be striking deals with the highly ranked merchants.

A sigh escaped Giovanni's full lips, and he ran a hand through the darkly oiled black hair on his head. He looked around for one of the serving men he had seen earlier; one of them would be carrying a tray of wine glasses, filled with the finest wine that Giovanni's family could produce. It was an honor that England's monarchs had chosen this particular wine to serve their guests, but Giovanni rather wished they hadn't. Then he wouldn't be here. Ah, there was a tray of it now, bobbing above the heads of the guests as the serving man moved along. Giovanni took a glass with a smile as the man passed him. He swirled the red liquid around in the glass with a fluid movement of satisfaction before taking a sip. How well he remembered the year that had produced this wine; a year when he had been only a small boy, first learning how to produce this fine result.

Giovanni appreciated a well made wine.

Lord Downey pressed a glass into Lucille's hand, and commented quietly to her that he had already seen two young men who did not seem to want to be here.

Lucille paid little attention: she was not here to attract the attention of a suitor. Inf act, Downey knew that. He could not work out when to stop playing the matchmaker.

They paused in the lee of a gargoyle...

Downey spotted the young man, and deliberately guided Lucille in his direction. He then stood with her close enough to the young man to be noticed, but far enough not to intrude.

((I'm so sorry about my lack of posts in here. I have had some major studying to do in order to bring my grades up. Feel free to start up conversations amongst yourselves. If more people don't come for a while then I'll trigger the "surprise" and I'll play another character to keep it moving.))

Evrite was glad that at least some people were enjoying themselves even if she wasn't. Her jade eyes kept a constant scan of those around them. She didn't want to be caught unawares if anything happened. She hid from the Queen's direct gaze, but still in view of her surroundings. There were so many guards present that her imediate saftey was assured. Evrite was free to do as she pleased, but that didn't mean that she could lax in her duties.

Those that she passed-by she nodded to and smiled at. She declined a few offers to dance and eventually retreated to a window. Taking a breath of air before plunging back into the sea of skirts and glimmering silks.

Zach sighed, before replying, "I'm Zach. Zach Aires. I fought in the great battle a few months ago. Apparently, I fought the bravest..." He said, a slight smirk apearing on his lips. He took a sip of his wine and put it on a waiters tray who walked by. "I was never one for wine." He said with a slight giggle as he stuck his tongue out as if to say "Blurgh!"
He was at a royal party, sure, but he was in a playful mood.

Zach was a little surprised, and rubbed a hand at the back of his head, "Oh, well, I can't really..I mean, I don't...I don't dance very...It's not my...Oh..." He gave a short sigh, then looked up and smiled, "I'll...Try to dance..." He said, laughing slightly and taking Lucille's hand and smiling lightly.