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* Breg probably would have been asked to show his invitation but the exact moment he chose to walk in casually, a saucy looking red head in a simple black mask and a simple black dress also chose to try and run in. While the guards chose to run after her into the ball room Breg would also be allowed to simply walk in. The guards wouldn't catch the red head but would be on a constant watch for her. Apollo would at this point rise and formally greet his guests, informing them that his children would be arriving soon.*

After a while He realized that he might not get any where with just listening in on conversations. Besides just siting there alone made him stand out more. He decided that he would mingle. Breg walked to the bar to get a drink and began chating up a gentelman wearing a black studed red mask. Slowly the conversation made him realize that he wouldnt get any of the answers he was looking for, they were all here for the hosts either no one knew of the BC or they just didnt care.

This was a waste, but I guess I can make the best of things and just enjoy the party.

After talking for a while he learned the gentelan was a buissnes man that felt fortunate to even be invited. Breg made his way around the room meeting new people and charming them.

Thank god for all those years i spent doing this crap.

*Teg would be allowed to pass, even the guards seemed to be enjoying the party and not doing their jobs.*

*Kaiori had been rather bored all evening, clawed down with her husband. Her delicate gold mask hardly covers her face as it is made from tiny curves of gold wire and small golden gems. Her hair is down in sexy tangles around her shoulders since her dress is rather revealing. Apollo’s mask is large, it spikes out in many directions and instead of his eyes there are glowing golden orbs covering them, he seems haunting like a sun god. Dressed in a red fur cape and sash he still doesn’t sport a shirt but instead flaunts his muscles and tribal tattoos. Apollo is the ultimate image of rough masculinity and looks only more powerful sitting next to his seemingly gentile and fragile wife.*

*Apollo would nod his head first, Kaiori seemed stone still and unwilling to move. Apollo’s voice would seem rough but warm like the desert country he ruled. * Then good evening my friend, I am Apollo Rockavellian the second, King of the blue desert tribe. This is my wife and Queen Kaiori Night-Rockavellian. *Apollo would gesture to her, shaking her from her stupor. She would then politely incline her head, not a note of recognition in her eyes but a fire. Apollo seemed impossible to read with his deceiving mask but he didn’t seem to acknowledge any form of challenge Teg may have been trying to get across.*

Unlike Breg, the worthless little whelp who'd decided now of all times to make himself a nuisance, Tegral did not bow, he did not yield to formalities, nor did he relinquish his stature before the royal pair. No Tegral stood where he was, right hand tucked in his pocket as he smiled up at Apollo. It was a strange look on the Admiral, made more-so by the mask hiding most of his face, a strange mix between 'I know something you don't know', and 'I'm gonna make you wish you'd never met me'.

Ignoring Breg's interruption Tegral allowed his eyes to shift over to Kaiori, "When you get a minute, Kaiori." There wasn't really much in the way of a question in what Tegral was saying, more of a matter-a-fact statement he fully expected to be obeyed, "Come find me, I have something to discuss with you."

Waving over his shoulder Tegral turned and started back into the crowded ball room. Kah had shifted her conversation topic to another well dressed business man. "You have to be kidding!" She exclaimed as she took a drink from a wandering server, "The over seas markets are hardly worth looking at anymore, not since the Twice Royal established it's corporate headquarters in the region. No, no, no, don't even try to fangle an investment out of me you sniveling-"

A heavy metal hand placed on her shoulder was enough to silence Kah's triad from washing over the hapless business man. Rookin stared down at the woman and man in turn through the eye slits of his metallic helmet visor looking like the giant he was. Momentarily the Second Commander wondered where Kah managed to find all this spare time to play on the stock market, manage a banzai garden, and through it all find time to sew all of her weird and bizarre outfits! Yes, she makes ALL her clothes by hand.

"Though less vehement about it," Rookin's steady, almost gravely voice seemed to rumble down from an avalanche "Then my over zealous friend here I must concur with her judgment." Having accessed the shared files between the command structure, which Rookin had asked Kah to upload and allow him access too, the Second Commander had found himself in a rather impressive store of financial knowledge. "The over seas markets have been stuck in a rut since young Griffin has begun his rather hostile expanses into the corporate area. The price of civilian technology alone is cheaper to produce here and sells for a much greater profit when flown out to more foreign regions."

Forced to accept it for what it was, a big fat no-get the hell out of here, the businessman mumbled something about the over sea markets making a come back before scurrying off.

"Temper, Kah." Rookin sent the message via the command link's encrypted channels. "Remember the Admiral needs these people."

"Yeah, but I don't understand why!" After their latest upgrades the two had seemed even more singular than usual, their 'emotional' integration allowed them to literally read each other like text on a screen...and right now Kah was very pouty and childishly temperamental. "After all if he wants peace why can't he just go back to Regulon? Doesn't he own like nine houses there?!"

Sighing audibility Rookin gave Kah's shoulder a little squeeze. He knew what she was so upset about this; Once Tegral was gone, once the Admiral 'settled down', it was just back to the two of them, and no matter how much they loved each other and would do anything for one another Tegral was the central bind to who they were. He was the one who brought the two together, he was the one who helped make them into who they were, both physically, mentally, and spiritually. Tegral, in all sense of the word, was an older brother, best friend, and father all rolled into one for these two, and neither wanted to lose their intimate link with their Admiral. "Because he's found his home here. He has houses and mansions all across the galaxy, across countless dimensions, but for what ever reason he's found his home here."

Kah lapsed into gloomy silence and downed her drink, skirting off to find another. She couldn't get drunk unless she activated the neural projector that would trick her brain into simulating a drunken state...but she wanted to get drunk and started downing anything she could get her hands on.

If there were any children in the city, they might have chanced to look up that night and see what looks like a bright shooting start moving across the sky. Perhaps a few such children would even be superstitious enough to make a wish on the streak of light. And when the trailer of gold stopped midway across the sky, those children with particularly careful ears would even here a distant and faint reply to their wishes.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo!!" Than's wings disappeared and the golden energy faded behind him as he stopped propelling himself forward under his own power and let his momentum carry him into the city. "Hmm... oh right, changing time." While sailing quietly through the air, Than pulled out the polkadotted clown constume from his bag and actually began slipping it on in midair. It was but a simple suit afterall. Soon Than came low enough to land on a building top, where he would roll twice and then leap off that building closer to the main tower, keeping his forward momentum going. As he continued to get closer, the bag would be dropped in a dumpster in an alley way, the other contents of the bag secretly hidden in the clown suit itself. By the time Than actually reached the block where the tower was, he was all dressed up like clown, only to eventually find he wouldn't even really need it. The guards were total slobs and half paying attention, even less toward the back entrance where entertainment would be entering. "All that effort for nothing.... oh well...." Than muttered to himself, sauntering past the oblivioius guards and soon enough into the main ball room where he woud keep his disguise and begin his little act of entertainment. Although dressed as a clown, he would act more like a mime, picking out certain attendants and humoring them by mimicing their actions and charading, all of them completely oblivious to the clown's real relationship to the royal pair.