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"Flying purple people eaters," she said with a wink. The older woman held still as he reached for her, but laid a jinx in wait... "You might want to be careful, Cat," she added. "Purple is a color to hide traps and secret tricks, and floating invisible is not the only one."

Corellia laughed and started hopping back and forth to the beat in a silly way, swinging his arms with hers.

The knight's attention from the Pilot was taken for a moment as he looked around once more, double checking in his mind every guest that was present...people were missing, and something wasnt right about the queens either. His fire lit eyes slowly moving about the crowd as he picks out suspicious people but stops when he notices the dragon costume. Having a faint idea on just who it might be, he slowly took his leave from the Pilot. "Excuse me a moment." and walked over towards the Dragon. He felt now was the time for some entertainment, slowly drawing a large broadsword from a sheath he managed to sneak in, he held it out at the dragon's face. "....What be your business here scaled BEAST?!?!" He says in a loud voice to try and attract attention to himself. A fiery wink to the dragon giving an inkling to play along.

Miran keeps his laughter hidden but stands up, and, sidestepping the blade, looks the Knight right in the face and looks over to the guests to the left, and then to the right. Looking back to the Knight he begins to laugh loudly. "Ahahahahaha! Its very simple SteelNuts. Im here to reign fire down upon these people! Tear up the party! Lay seige to all this land in a general...well....twenty yards! And better yet!" He begins to point out the queens, the Baroness, and the other costumes he assumed female. "Im taking everysingle woman here and making them my personal army of Love slaves!" he says.

The Knight fires back. "You wouldnt dare dream of doing such an unthinkable act of villany fire demon!"

Miran just laughs again. "Oh but It gets better Spitshine! Im taking THAT ONE THERE" he points a finger at the hostess of the whole party. "And make her my PERSONAL FOOT MASSUER!" he says.

The Knight steps back and gasps loudly. "VILLIAN!"

Miran laughs in a cheesy sinister laugh again. "THATS RIGHT! She shall be cursed to massage my scaley toes for everynight until she dies! MUAHAHAHA!"

The whole act between the two was a plan by the Knight, sencing people were missing in the maze, to hopefully make enough noise to give them a lead back to the party...and to serve as a hopeful distraction to any suspicious parties.

Sadly, the Baroness was one of those in the maze.

Pilot followed the Knight curiously and watched the inpromptu skit with some appreciation for the acting. She assumed it was a planned play to showcase their characters, and was faintly envious that she had no way to do the same.

Blitz chuckled to himself, knowing that if the "Dragon" tried to follow through with his threats, he would find himself with more than he could handle - even if none of the men lifted a finger to stop him...
He said to Catwoman, "I remember another masquerade party - Batman arrived with a princess or some such." He nodded toward the Batman lurking in the shadows, "I wonder how he felt that night"

She grinned herself. "Oh? I mean... Huh? What about?" She kept trying to portray an innocence she had long ago let go, in character with her younger self.

((Eeh... I don't really know the protocol, being a stupid n00b and all... but I'm going to have a go at posting here, and if anyone has a problem, just tell me to delete it and I'll take my pitiful n00bishness elswhere.))

Cordelie, ever since entering the site of the grand party, had kept to the shadows and tried to avoid people. Normally she wouldn't have come at all, but this grand celebration signified the end of avoiding humans and supers alike, hiding with her family of mixed talents (Two of her four younger siblings had powers, two were completely mundane) to escape the harsh extremism of both warring sides. It was the end of the war, and that was something special to everyone, from those who led the battles to those who just tried to survive through it. And when the Swiss hydrokinetic had heard about it, so close to the ruins where she had crafted a crude kind of refuge for her family, well... something as big as this was worth braving the crowds for.

The unimportant super lingered in the shadows of a thick rose bush, clothed in a simple classical grecian style dress of aquamarine and turquoise, with an ocean blue mask covering her pale face. Cordelie had managed to salvage a few things from the ruins of some of the more expensive houses, the owners being long gone, and had found this dress in a wardrobe half buried by rubble. Seeing as she had such a strong connection with water (sometimes too strong, walking past a small lake could cause strange things to happen and in heavy rainstorms? She almost had to go outside with a snorkel) Cordelie chose to come to the masquerade as a napaea, or water nymph... Not that anyone would notice of course. She didn't know anyone, and wasn't the kind of girl that draws people's attention. She was there to just show, in her own little way, that she was just as happy that the war was over as any of the big players.

Corellia stayed to dance on her own a little longer, not interested in the play, but already she had grown used to a companion. To be frank, she had forgotten that she had not always traveled with him.

"Celledor..?" A pale smile lingering on her face, Corellia wandered through the crowd looking for him, then around it. Actually finding him took her a little while.

She sat down on the ground beside him. "Be ye unwell?"