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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:45 am
Lumena Town Square: Bittersweet Cafe Giggling at his reaction, Emelia hoped he'd get used to it. It was just far to easy right now. Poor boy. As the girl was righted by Rajih, Emelia considered the witch's words. Yes, they could be found out. That was always a risk. But- "I am very careful." She mentioned off hand. "And I'm a bit...loyal as you know. So you shouldn't worry." The witch eater was trying to be careful, not knowing the new girl. Caution was always the best. This girl, despite Emelia being wary, was getting points. "Oh well if they popped out I'm sure Rajih would help me. He's very much a gentleman like that." A smile. "Wouldn't you?" The cafe was getting a bit warm now with all the bodies filling in. "My skirt?" The tone in her voice perked up at the compliment. Any time to show off- Standing up, she gave a Little twirl. "Isn't it just darling? I got it from a seamstress in Castletown a while ago. She has the cutest little dresses too." A finger tapped on her lip. "I can get you her address if you like. She's wonderful with custom fittings." Staying out of her seat, she motioned for her to join them. Any girl interested in her fashion was good enough by her books. "And yes. The bodies. personally I just hope nothing happens at the Ball. It would kill the mood." A chuckle. "If you'll pardon the pun."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:07 am
Cedar had been standing long enough, but not to long, to see that the plant life just wasn't... They didn't want to say for their feared their own lives. And as Lea joined her. She jumped lightly, not expecting him, and just passed him was Xexres. She smiled softly happy that they decided to come with her. She didn't want to linger to long, because there was a detective in the area.
As her eyes went back, the plants knew she was there, and knew she could hear them. Through all the qualms they had.... One bush, it was small, the leaves all gone, and it was wilted. She was curious. This bush had already lived most of it its life... It then spoke up. Stuttering and sputtering with what seemed like it's last moments. "P-protectors weapon.... g-g-g-leaming." It sputtered in an older sounding voice to her. Like before it was a bit of a riddle. Cedar watched as the leafless bush seemed to wilt even further. A gust of wind twirls around Cedar's feet and legs before dispersing...
"Ah... I think we should get out of here." She looked over at the boys. Following Xerxes eyes to a shop. 'Wompee's Graveyard Relics' "I wasn't really thinking that but.... Hey there's that Pink haired girl with the skulls I saw earlier."
With a gentle push to Xerxes lower back... "You missed nothing. We need to move before they find us suspicious. You want to go to that store?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 9:07 am
The run Lea just had, though brief, was just the thing to warm him up and keep the frigid cold at bay from bothering him any further. He stood rooted to the spot that he had stopped at, waiting patiently for Cedar to be done with... talking to the bushes, his ears fidgeting nervously the entire time. The crowd that had gathered earlier on had already thinned considerably but that didn't make him feel any better about lingering in this part of the town for long. He turned to smile at Xerxes upon hearing his voice, innately glad that the dark-haired mononoke had decided to follow them in the end. They would have to remember to stop by a cafe or bakery for him to get a proper breakfast as soon as they were done with whatever business they had here and out of this part of the town.
Pink-haired girl with skulls? Necromancy. That was one aspect of magic that Lea had never developed a keen interest in. In his opinion, nothing good ever came out of dabbling with the dead and it was best that people respected that boundary and refrained from attempts at breaching it. That didn't imply that he despised necromancers or those who had a natural inclination towards necromancy though. He very likely wouldn't be best buddies with them in this lifetime but he would respect them as individuals nonetheless. "We could stop by that shop for awhile if you want Xerxes... unless either of you have something else planned for the morning that you'll need to attend to shortly?" Lea proposed gently, emeralds gazing in the direction of the shop that had seemed to draw his friend's attention like a moth to a flame.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 9:36 am
Kalypso watched as Cedar joined Lea and Xerxes. She would meet up with them at the ball. Today she just wanted to be by herself and think. She moved away from them and started to head towards the shopping district. She wanted to do something that will take her mind from all the murders that were happening.
She looked through some of the shops and thought about picking up anything that she didn't get for the ball last time she went shopping.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:04 am
Lumena: Kyu's house
Ophelia was sick. Even she admitted it. "You're sick. You should be resting." Theo replied, his lips set in a grim line. He watched as she settled on the couch, still clutching the tea while Kyu went about looking for herbs. He flopped down on the couch next to her, setting his mug of tea on the coffee table before doing so. "Cold medicine doesn't help, just so you know." He said, a sour look on his face. It wasn't that he was angry or upset at her it was just that he... He didn't even know. SIghing, he leaned back against the couch, his head lolling. Why did he have to care so much? He wondered about the matter idly as Kyu went to fetch a blanket for the girl. She seemed oblivious to everything, lost in her own thoughts. And being a girl, she was probably thinking about the ball, or so Theo concluded.
"You're not thinking about going to the ball are you?" Theo asked, his eyes narrowing as he regarded the white haired reaper. It would seem so, in Theo's personal opinion. How she was going to attend the ball if she were sick was a matter completely beyond Theo. He would have rathey stayed in bed with a book or something as opposed to going out and socializing. Really, one had to wonder how on earth the mind of a female worked sometimes. How was it that a ball could take priority over one's health was just beyond Theo's imagining. Though he was one to talk. He often neglected having a square meal and made do with whatever was available while ingesting what Phil believed was too much sugar but just the right amount for himself. Even so, Theo rarely got sick. At least the exercise and strenuous training made sure he was in decent shape.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:15 am
The Final Day: Hallow's Ball.
The castle ballroom is opened, and many people are within. Strangely, the seats where the Royal Family sit are sparsely populated. Some are dressed very fancy, and some are dressed more in tune to the passing Halloween. It is a time of dance and food, celebration and good spirits. What could spoil such a lovely night as this...?
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 11:39 am
Lumena : Town Square
A bird? He had to be joking, right? Myra wrinkled her nose at the 'little bird' comments, her irritability towards others increasing with how the one-eyed boy acted towards her. He could see that she was, indeed, not a bird, couldn't he? After all, her tattoos were that of butterfly-like moths; the Luna Moth to be exact. Myra was about to answer the question about her reasoning for being in the square when she was informed of another attack. Her irritability slowly died down as her heart - or more precisely the whole in her chest - ached for the poor woman. Her nose unwrinkled and a sympathetic frown spread across her lips.
"How unfortunate...." she said, her voice still a flutter in the air. "Hopefully these nasty acts will stop soon.... Everyone's antsy, including myself...."
Myra tucked a stray strand of aqua blue hair behind her right ear as she peeked up at the Witch before her. He was Majin, like her, but there was something..... Off about him to her. The young Witch just couldn't shake what it was. He emanated something that made her senses spike up in defense but also gave her an awkward and light pulse of adrenaline. Perhaps it was the way he looked? Unsure of what it was, Myra's mind wandered from the boy in front of her to the people surrounding them. She noticed Reapers were around and upon instinct she drew closer to the boy, hoping that since they were both Majin the Witch before her would understand her unease.
"My name is Myra. May I have yours?" A slender hand that didn't hold the basket she had brought for the bread she needed was held out to the Witch as her greeting.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:06 pm
Rosel wasn’t sure if she could count the past couple days as miserable or not. With all the suspicion going around, she’d been hungry almost constantly, and felt like she hadn’t eaten someone in days. Hunger on top of the cold weather made her irritable, and she’d lost more than one target because she’d gotten snippy. And on top of everything, she’d gotten pulled into actually attending this ball, and had to wake up unreasonably early the day before just to get to Moonfall and back to fetch her dress. She would have made much better time, if the awful cold hadn’t precluded flying there.
After she, Ruria, and Az had parted ways the day before last, she’d honestly tried to find something, anything worth wearing to the ball. Nothing was worth spending her money on though; up and down Lumena, all she saw were rags in the seamstresses’ windows.
But she wasn’t in rags tonight, and the prospect of looking fabulous in a room full of people was just enough to redeem the foul mood she was in. She wondered what Az and his precious little date were wearing; it’d been quite a while since she’d seen dear Azra’iel in formal wear.
As it was, she strutted into the great hall, imperially passing her fur-lined cloak to the coat-checker. The dress was her favorite; and few knew it was the one she’d been wearing when her ex-husband and his odious grandmother had been killed. The black pearls clinked as she reached up and casually adjusted her veil.
Striding into the main area, the sound of her heels on the floor echoed softly. There were plenty of people around, but it seemed the Royal Family hadn’t seen fit to show up yet. Oh well. Didn’t concern her one bit if they showed up at all. So long as there weren’t too many Reapers around…
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:14 pm
Lumena Town Square (Previous Day)
“Nope, you can't!” Salem hid his distaste from Myra behind a winning smile and the appearance of a silly joke. He didn't know exactly what she angled after, but he decided to rapidly vacate the vicinity before he said something rude.
“Right, then, Orpheus. I'm off for now. I'll see you at the ball tomorrow, my friend. A pleasure, Phil.” With a wink, a bow, and a casual, “Until next time, little bird,” Salem wheeled again and sauntered off, a new spring in his step and a cackle trailing behind him.
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Castle Ballroom (Now today.)
Salem strode into the grand ballroom with his head held high, his horns twisting above hair that hadn't been attended to even in the slightest. In fact, his attire as a whole held a ragged look, from the several layers of tattered jackets that hung across his shoulders like cloaks to his now-undisguised patchwork flesh, he looked the part of a ghoulish gentleman. He'd hide nothing tonight, for it was HIS night: The night of demons and monsters, the Hallow's Ball. He saw many in costume, but smiled inwardly because none of them came close to a REAL demon.
The coat-check, still fumbling with a fur cloak that Salem recognized to be Rosel's, looked at him disapprovingly as the one-eyed witchie stalked past, but what did he expect? If Salem left his jacket at the door, he'd be walking around shirtless, and he doubted ANYBODY would approve of THAT. He cackled at the thought of the chaos he might cause, and struck deeper into the Castle Hall, high in spirit.
He'd actually worn boots tonight; he figured it would be a favorable gesture in the eyes of the higher-status members of this piteous human society that attended the Ball. The toes were wide, though, and high: his taloned feet needed room to fit without poking straight through the leather. The clicked along the polished floor of the ballroom as he entered into it, and he became acutely aware of how little people had arrived yet, not even the royal family. Had he arrived too early? He didn't think he'd enjoy sitting around alone for any space of time, and as of yet didn't see any he recognized, not even Rosel.
He made his way to a long expanse of empty wall and leaned against it, his coats falling back away from his bare chest as he scowled and searched the crowds for an interesting face to approach.Castle Ballroom
Sigmund entered the grand hall not long after Salem arrived, and he looked utterly confused despite looking perfectly in place. His recent infatuation with steam-punk style had led him to swap out his regular academy uniform for a costume that rested somewhere between proper halloween dress and actual formal attire. He'd had it tailored for himself, for he figured if he was going to attend a ball and make himself uncomfortable, he'd do it in style, and it sat well on him, accentuating how slim his build was. He looked the part, but he was completely lost, having never been to any Ball of the sort before. Not the social type, Sigmund had absolutely no idea what one even DID when they arrived.
He opted to keep his jacket at the coat-check, but was met with a much more accommodating glance from the man, who had now hung Rosel's cloak and returned to the front. People who actually wore shirts seemed to be much more warmly received than those who did not.
As he entered the ballroom proper, he was extremely glad to see not many people had arrived yet. It soothed his nerves and gave him the opportunity to find a place to stand from where he could keep an eye out for his sister. He never should have left Niamh's line of sight; she had been the one to suggest they go, and Sigmund wouldn't have even considered attending if she hadn't asked. Now that he was here, he had become much more excited, and was already starting to enjoy himself the slightest bit, but he still wished he knew where Niamh had gotten to. He wouldn't quite be able to loosen up and start having a good time until he found her again. He couldn't rely on her for a security blanket for his entire life, he knew, but not having her nearby made him anxious, especially when he was surrounded by so many strangers.
He stood near the entrance for a time, glancing about the crowds for any traces of the ashen white hair that would mark his sister, hoping she had arrived before him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 2:04 pm
Lumena : Town Square - Yesterday
Confused, Myra watched and then wrinkled her nose once more. Why were people so annoying and confusing? With a shrug, she turned to those that the Majin boy had addressed as Phil and Orpheus with a slight bow.
"Sorry to bother, you two. I shall be going off now. Good to meet you." With that, she was off to her original errand.
Castle : Ballroom - Today
Myra was in a rush on the day of the ball. Her hair wasn't as put together as she'd of liked, but it had to do. Her clock told her that she was late but when she arrived and handed off her brown coat that didn't even match her actual outfit to the coat keep it looked as if she was early. People dotted the room, but not as many as Myra thought would be there by now. It was strange to her but a sigh of relief escaped her pale lips. Less people around, less irritation. In all honesty, the young Witch had no idea who any of the patrons were, and she wished to keep it that way for a bit longer. Perhaps she could sit around in a corner somewhere and watch everyone around her for the whole ball...
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:12 pm
 Castle: Ballroom
When it came to events involving extravagance of any sort Masika could not find it in herself to resist the urge to attend. She had donned herself in her most appealing cotton dress, all white and gold lined. There were slits all the way up to her hips, revealing smooth skin and the golden cords of her sandals wrapping around her lower legs. A slender golden chain affixed the dress to her waist, accentuating her curves. At each side there was an oval, lined in gold chain, showing the pale skin of her sides, showing the beginning of scales. There were no straps, the top of the dress heart-shaped and accentuating her bosom along with the large amount of gold and gems around her neck. There were golden cuffs around her wrists and upper arms, and droplets of pink in the lobes of her ears, also accented with gold.
Really the only thing that detracted from her elegance was the fact that her hair was alive and slithering across her collarbones and shoulders. Oddly it didn't seem to offend the rather handsome man that currently had her arm looped through his own. In fact he seemed rather pleased with himself for having such a pretty and 'charming' date to this ball despite the fact that they had just met. He laughed at her jokes and brought her champagne that she sipped delicately but soon she became rather obviously bored.
Humming to herself she slowly slipped away from her 'date' of the evening, murmuring soft words to release the illusion she had cast to make him see her as someone else entirely. That done she moved through the crowd, smiling at those she passed politely and slowly licking her lips. There was so much delicious energy that it was difficult to resist siphoning some off of those gathered but she resisted; her wings were hidden but that did not mean she could be careless.
Finally her attention was drawn by a black clad young man leaning against a wall, his skin and attire rather uniquely out of place. Intrigued she lifted her brows, taking another delicate sip on the champagne in her hand before slowly approaching this man covered in stitches, placing a clawed hand on the wall beside him. Her snakes seemed just as intrigued as she was, their heads lifted and tongues flicking as they stared at this stranger, almost wary in a way, unlike their mistress.
"Hello, Darkness." Masika breathed, her eyes hooding and a devious smile curving her lips.
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Castle: Ballroom
For what felt like the hundredth time that evening Cruor wondered why he had ever allowed himself to be talked into doing this. The deep crimson cravat at his throat always felt too tight and he kept adjusting it despite knowing that it was fine. He kept smoothing and tugging at the red vest underneath the long, black, high-collar coat Graveyard had picked out for him, which at least did a decent job at concealing the sword at his side; a scythe would have caused unrest so a sword would have to do. Absently he checked the time and toyed with the sleeves of the coat, shifting in the black pants which fit like a second skin. At least the knee-high, leather boots he was used to, even with the slight heel. (( Nyxie provided a ref pic: Clicku ))
Cruor reached up yet again to try and run his fingers through his hair, only to pause upon remembering he had slicked it back, and simply ran his hand over it instead. His eyes darted to the clock for neither the first nor the last time before he sighed and let his eyes roam the room, swallowing thickly. If word got out that a Black Heart could be defeated by simple social situations he would never hear the end of it. Thus he took a deep breath and relaxed, slowly crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back, and crossing one leg over the other. Many would call it a pose, something meant to lure women in to his clutches, but, really, Cruor was trying to keep them away.
Where was Graveyard, anyways? She was the sole reason that he was even at the ball in the first place, so he'd feel rather ridiculous if he got stood up by someone he was supposed to be protecting. Heaving yet another sigh he closed his eyes, only to blink them open when a server offered him a glass of... Something alcoholic. With a slow nod he took it, watching him walk away before taking a slow inhale of the liquid. Giving it a suspicious look when he didn't detect any form of poison he glanced around before quickly downing it, sighing in satisfaction; there was never anything quite like liquid courage, after all.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:29 pm
After fighting with the simple white dress, Graveyard had tucked her usually messy black hair into a small side braid, hanging over her shoulder. Not a single feather graced her hair today as her ears twitched at the new found nakedness. A simple necklace laid over her collar bone. In truth, she wasn't hear to look fancy or stand out, but to be a vast information web in case something should go wrong. Her only hint of pure fashion was her mid shin braided heels that added a couple of inches to her already short 5'3ish height.
Nodding to the waiters outside, she took a breath before immersing herself into the ball's crowd. Her eye's were restlessly looking for someone. With so many taller then herself, and even many more in costume, She thought she would never find that person till she saw him, Handsome and dashing in his formal attire.
"Cruor." She said softly as she weaved her way through the crowd, declining a few dances with some men and conversation with other women along the way. She was focused on getting to her... Protector for the evening.
"Cruor..." She said again as she came up to him, resting a hand on his arm. He had downed a drink just as she came up which made her nose tickle with the smell of alcohol before she smiled at him. "My My, Cruor. You do look dashing tonight." She took a step back to stare at him before flushing, it was true, with his hair slicked back and the heavy armor gone, Cruor was a very, VERY attractive Dragon. "Thank you again for coming Dragon." She said fondly as another waiter came up to them, holding a tray of champagne out. She nodded her head no before looking around the floor. "Are you alright? Do you need me to do anything?" She looked up, though as she said that, she began the castment for her spell, the same she did in the town square for the ballroom. Small purple threads exploded from her body, though unseen unless you were standing next to her onto the ground and spread themselves over the room. She had to remember that while she did want to enjoy the fun and atmosphere of the ball, she was on duty.
"Do you want to dance?" She held out her hand to the Dragon, hearing the first beat of music play.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:01 pm
Castle Ballroom
Salem was lost deep in thought, strange musings that sprung from his boredom, illogical visions that wouldn't make sense to a rational human mind when viewed, and in were best left unseen, lest they begin to tilt the viewers down the slippery slope that would leave them just as mad as Salem himself. Nobody other than Salem himself could deny that label, 'certifiably insane,' because for all of the mind's tremendous capacity to rationalize and justify, not a single better way to describe him existed. A violently inhuman mind placed into the body of a majin simply left no room for sanity. So Salem thought on, of impossible geometry and ancient horror.
He became acutely aware of a noise, though, at the bottom of the blackened pool his mind had become, and it slowly drew him to the surface, back to consciousness, back to life. His grimace began to melt away into indifference as he recognized the sound to be...
… Hissing?
His eye snapped open and rolled about in his socket, quickly appraising his surroundings, trying to make sense of his location. He'd forgotten, for a moment, that he'd been standing in public. At the edge of his vision was evidence that he hadn't disappeared, he hadn't simply faded to incorporeality. A pink arm ended in a pink hand that ended in delicately manicured pink claws, shorter than his own but still doubtless vicious. And on the opposite end of the arm stood a woman, apparently another as perfectly suited for this Hallow's Ball as Salem. A fine cotton dress that left nothing to imagination, and a head of writhing, inquisitive snakes.
And not just any woman. An enlightened one. She had tasted the fruit of the Witch's Heart, didn't old Salem know that? Couldn't he tell when a majin stood before him? She had completed herself, taken that void that still raged in his own chest and filled it with that which was rightfully hers. Salem snapped to attention and bowed deep, a comical, foreign thing that involved bending at the knees and throwing a flared, open hand to his side as his jackets fell about his shoulders. When he straightened out, he took her hand gently and raised it to his lips, showing her complete and proper respect.
“Hello, Poison,” said he, a charming smile spreading across his own ruined face. “You honor this humble witch with your presence.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:08 pm
Castle Ballroom
Rajih sighed as he tucked his hands in the black slacks. He was dressed in most formal wear. He wasn't one for stiff ties or formal white shirts and instead was comfortable in a dark green sweater with a leather jacket and white scarf tucked over it. When he entered the room, they took his jacket and scarf, handing him a coat check ticket instead and pushing him in.
After being pushed around through the opening crowd, he rested easily with a juice (cause he's underage) and a small hor'devour. Which was delicious but not sweet enough.
He tucked at his sweater as he craved for something sweet. Hopefully he'd get to see Phil, Not Theo and get a couple of dances with ladies though...He really felt off his game at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:19 pm
Cruor's head lifted, eyes widening a little, before his gazed whipped around, leveling on Graveyard. He visibly relaxing, knowing he had to look a little too relieved to see her but he didn't really care. He shifted away from the wall, staring down at her for a moment before he mentally kicked himself; it was rude not to compliment a woman on their attire at a ball, wasn't? But it was just work so should he still...?
He fought not to flush at the compliment, swallowing thickly in agitation, but managing to suppress his nervousness... Just barely. "I... Thank you. You look lovely as well."
How the compliment had spilled from his lips so easily was beyond him and how it had sounded genuine and not like he wasn't a teenager at his first dance was a miracle. Cruor offered a small smile in response, his eyes falling to the floor for a moment as he focused on releasing his gathered anxiety. He noticed the purple spilling across the floor and looked back up at Graveyard, slowly shaking his head.
"No... I'm fine." he murmured before suddenly stiffening at the next offer, glancing from Graveyard, to the dance floor, then back again, his cheeks heating. "I... Maybe later. Have you seen anything suspicious?"
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Masika's brows lifted in delight as she watched the man look her over, watched the respect bloom in his eyes as he took her in. A smile tugged at her lips and her eyes hooded once again as she watched him bow, one of her claws absently trailing over the smooth stone as she watched him rise. Her smile broadened when he kissed her hand, giving him a flattered but curious look as he addressed her.
"My my, such flattery." she purred, slowly licking her lips. "What ever have I done to earn such respect, Darkness?"
In all honesty she played the naive and innocent maiden well when she had to, but her curiosity was honestly perked and was warring with wariness. With a roll of her hips she pressed her wings tighter against her body and let more magic flow into the illusion that completely concealed them. There were reapers in the room, both obvious ones and ones that were undercover. She would have to be cautious at this affair, be all smiles, and force herself not to steal energy where she could.
"And what is a charming creature such as yourself doing here, hmm?"
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