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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:25 am
 Castle Ballroom
She had entered the ballroom quietly and made a huge effort not to draw much attention to herself. This was a large crowd and Shaden was not sure if she liked it. Being around people didn't bother her, but having such a festive event held right now with the attacks that had been happening? The Reaper wasn't thrilled about this. Too many people in one location. The attacker could easily have slipped in here, under the noses of those like herself stationed here.
And just like the other attacks, could easily find their next victim here and attack with relative ease.
Shaden sighed and glanced down at the dark dress she wore. It was simple yet elegant and something she could move in. Her purple hair remained down in light waves. The only item of jewellery that could be found on her was a necklace of sorts. It was an intricate little dagger no longer than the palm of her hand. But it was sharp as any fine blade with a small sheath around it while she wore it around her neck. Her scythe. In a desummoned form.
The Mononoke Reaper sighed again and let her gaze travel along the guests here tonight. Kids, most of them. Or young adults. She had seen other Reaper's around but didn't really acknowledge them. No, she was supposed to be meeting Graveyard and Cruor here, but had yet to see either of them. Admittedly, she hadn't been searching very hard, being more of a wall flower for the moment. She'd also spotted Professor X once, but strayed to her own spot next to a window. It was there that she stood now, waiting for...something. Shaden didn't even know. Maybe she was watching for someone? Or, and she'd never admit it, just wishing for a friend to spend the evening with.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:43 am
Uaithne heard her before he saw her, otherwise occupied with watching everyone else, and she was near to him and taking he gave the slightest of jumps. He still wasn't quite used to people, even after his random encounters with them as well as all the one ones in the academy but at least it was better then when he'd first arrived. Turning toward the smiling, seemingly friendly enough woman he gave her a smile, "Good evening." He greeted her, pleased that he'd gotten the words without with a stutter, a definite step up for him though the mention of a date threw him for a loop.
"Oh... oh no, just... curiosity mostly brought me here." He said, no, he didn't have a date and really hadn't even thought about that. Should he have brought one? Not that he thought he knew anyone well enough to ask them. The only girl that he had really spent any time with recently, outside of class which he didn't think counted, was the one called Cedar that he'd met sometime ago. Strangely enough, as though on cue, he looked up and spotted that exact witch. He found himself wondering what the odds of that were... The girl waved to him, something that made him a little happy as it meant that she remembered him.
He gave the brunette a small wave back before his attention went back to the girl standing next to him, "And you? Surely you must have a date?" He asked, sure that she did given she was quite pretty, not that he had so much courage in him that he would say as much out loud. It seemed the only ones he was comfortable giving compliments to were the flowers he grew.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:03 pm
Castle : Ballroom
Myra was fairly content in her little corner. At least, until the room began to fill up. Her blue-green eyes wandered around, watching everyone interact with one another and suddenly the hole in her ached in a different way. The aqua haired girl wasn't exactly sure why (though it was not the first time it had ached like that) but Myra needed to satisfy the ache before it began to burn through her. Once it reached that point, her normally content demeanor would be ridden with sorrow-filled thoughts and feelings. Pale fingers fidgeted with her long and messy braid as her mind went back and forth on what to do next. Surely she should go about and at least get someone to dance with her once. Was it not proper for a lady to enjoy her evening?
As Myra shook her head, her thoughts became clear; she would go off and be less obscured from the crowd but still remain a wall-flower. She stood up and her dress swished about her golden heels. The same heels slowly stepped forward, one-by-one, and lead the young Witch to a wall nearest the door where her semi-bare back was laid. Myra looked around a bit anxiously and watched as more people came in through the door. Perhaps she should be more bold and wander up to a stranger or something. But perhaps that was too risky with all of the incidents that had happened....
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:44 pm
Now wasn’t he just the most precious thing? Normally Rosel didn’t feed in the cradle, but she might just have to make an exception for this one. She took a slow, discreet inhale of his energy and a familiar taste her smile widened to something more natural. Her new little lamb was a Majin. So feeding on him was out, but maybe he had a dark side she could nurture? Just looking at him, it was doubtful, but one never knew. He obviously wasn’t as overtly devious as Salem, but she knew perfectly well some of the primmest people had the darkest tendencies…
”Curiosity? That’s a good a reason as any, I suppose. Though I figured anyone without a real reason to be here would have stayed home? You know, with the attacks and all? At least there wasn’t one last night, not that I’ve heard of anyway…” She followed his wave to a young witchling in a yellow dress and her grin turned a little toothier for just a moment. ”Oooooh, that kind of curiosity, hmm? Young love, how exciting.” She was just taking a stab in the dark of course, but she thought she did see a flash of excitement cross his face when he waved.
At his inquiry after her own date-less status, Rosel heaved a dramatic sigh and put a hand to her unveiled cheek. ”I’m sorry to say, my dearest childhood friend has elected to attend with someone else.” Smirking at him with good humor, she moved her champagne glass to her other hand. ”Though, with so many people here tonight, I am hoping to find a sweetheart.” Quite the euphemism for what she actually intended, but she wasn’t going to out and tell him now, was she?
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:30 pm
✰★✰ Hᴏʀʀᴏʀ ♥ Mᴇɪᴅᴏ ✰★✰ 
There were so. Many. People. People who saw her on a daily basis....or well, who she saw on a daily basis. If Ruria was invisible, she was fine with that. Taking a breath, she shuffled past a group of students, her eyes on her feet as she lifted up the hem of a long, white dress so that she wouldn't trip. The dress was sleeveless, accentuating a bust that otherwise always never drew any kind of attention. The dress made her look more of a woman than a child.
She paused after she had made it past the first group of festively dressed people, finally bringing her eyes up to look around for her date. She recognized a few people...Rajih, for one, speaking with an ashen haired Makai Student. He seemed as aloof and flirtatious as ever. She raised her hand, gently waving her slender fingers through the air, a sweet yet shy smile on her face. It seemed that was the extent of one of her few friendships so far - waving from a distance. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to him....simply that he seemed to be the type of person who always had people surrounding him, and she....well. She was Ruria.
She turned her gaze towards the rest of the populace, searching for Azra'iel, and secretly wishing hard that Bitter and Biter didn't make a surprise appearance, as they often chose to do.
Miusa's face brightened some as she saw the familiar shape of her friend and colleague making his way towards her. Her nose crinkled at his words. "Enjoy," she repeated. "I'll enjoy it when it's over, and I can enjoy a nice hot bath back at Makai." she finished what was left in her cup in one long drink, before slamming it on the table, as if she had just gulped booze. "And look at Xavier, over there. He's practically fermenting with morose intentions, isn't he? Grumpy old goon." She adjusted the half-rimmed glasses on her face, casting the brooding man a long, penetrating gaze. She had recently taken to wearing them, though her vision was fine. They made her look more teacher-like, she thought. Her regular image was that of a young woman, and it was important for these little creeps to respect her as a teacher.
Her grumpy gaze flitted towards Cyrus, a brow arching as she realized his apparel. "What's with the tux, Cy? You look like you should be presenting me with a check for 5,000,000$." her mouth curved into a teasing grin as she offered to pour him some of her Orange Pekoe from the pot left on the small table.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:43 pm
Ballroom
 In truth, Athir didn't know why he was here. There was really no point. He had no friends, and he wasn't even close to being a social butterfly. He was your typical wallflower, and was rather uncomfortable in these type's of events. He'd always be sitting alone, usually in an unvistited corner, watching the gorgeous gowns, and handsome suits. At least there was that to look forward to. For himself he just wore a plain, white tunic, and a pair of light mahogany slacks, along with matching dress shoes. He didn't stand out... at least he didn't think so.. his long golden hair was in it's usual style, untouched or messed with. It was best not to draw unwanted attention... though the idea that he even might would surprise him to high heaven! ....either way....
The timid boy entered into the ballroom, instantly struck by awe of it's glittering, decored state. It was so beautiful... and there were a lot of people... He didn't recognize any of the faces, and the further in he went, the more nervous he became. In a natural reaction, his gaze shot down to the ground, staring at it, and feet, instead of any eyes that might be lingering his way. A few soft 'excuse me's' and 'sorry's' were uttered from the meek student, as he tried his best to keep out of others ways, and not bump into anyone. It was truly foolish of him to have come here, as his constant light smile was starting to deteriorate little by little. His teacher's had encouraged him to go, well aware of his friendless state, and it was their persuading that made him go. They'd hoped it might kick start the possibility to friendships. Athir wasn't as enthusiastic about it... sure he'd love to get a few, but... he didn't want to bother anyone. Everyone already seemed paired up in groups or couples...
Finally escaping the pack of bodies, he found a seat against the wall, down the way from where punch and snacks were served. No one was there, and the area was rather barren. A perfect spot... strolling over, he sat neatly onto the stone bench, and folded his hands neatly in his lap. Gray eyes flickered up ever so slightly to take a peek at the fashionable attire that other's had decided on, quietly admiring from afar.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:53 pm
Castle Ballroom
Salem chuckled, raising a fist to his lips to stifle the chortling. This woman called up his mirth, so she did! “Play coy with me if you wish, Poison,” said he, when he had composed himself. His hand fell away from his mouth to reveal a vicious smile filled with his strangely-sharpened teeth. They weren't for eating, or even tearing. They were for clamping. “You are both of those and more, so you are. Grand things that nonetheless are impolite to broadcast.”
The one-eyed witchie grinned at the wayward serpent that had struck out at him, after he'd finished speaking, and gazed at it a while, pondering. He'd met mononoke before, and a great deal of the more unsavory sort of monster, but he'd never met the sort with actual free-thinking extensions such as snakes before. He wondered if they acted independently at all, or if some passion had led her to actively try to bite him! The magic that played the hand which led to her creation must have been an intriguing sort, indeed. He'd very interested to learn more of THAT one day.
“Your plans, my plans, a great many machinations have been thrown into disarray by these most unsavory happenings.” Salem grimaced, his joviality momentarily blackening to rage. The unchecked attacks had turned the world most unfavorably against his glorious race, regardless to the fact that not all of them had consumed the Witch's Heart. This applied to Salem as well, and he'd felt the sting of the reapers that crowded the streets, making feeding nigh on impossible. Salem took no issue with his brothers and sisters taking the hearts of the damned cattle that were humans, but he professed the necessity of discreetness and care. When these principles weren't adhered to, results tended to fall along these tracks, making life very difficult for majin. And this, Salem wouldn't tolerate.
Castle Ballroom
Sigmund nodded, a brilliant smile climbing up into his face, starting at his lips and ending in his eyes, a change of expression like the sunrise. “I know.” He put down his childish urge to run behind her and bury his face in the back of her shoulder for the tiny feeling of security it would provide. They were in public now, and he didn't want to embarrass her, even if all the people made him feel so claustrophobic and nervous.
“I don't know...” Sigmund offered, trying to contribute to the conversation, “I think dressing up is sort of fun.” Maybe he felt as he did because he'd spent his entire life living in a hovel, but he loved the chances he got to wear fancy clothing, even if it itched and chafed most of the time. When you got it tailored right... He remembered, though, that Niamh and this boy grew up in an environment where formal attire was something like a punishment, rather than a rare treat. When it became a requirement, rather than a privelage, Sigmund supposed people would grow to resent ANYTHING. He could understand, if not sympathize.
Sigmund opened his mouth to respond to Rajih's question, but Niamh spoke up before he could get a word out. “What she said,” Sigmund added, with a tiny giggle. Some people believed that twins had the same thoughts, and would speak in unison on occasion, and Sigmund sometimes wondered if some truth didn't lay in the notion. Despite their polarized views on some things, he felt he operated on a very similar wavelength as his sister, which partially explained why they had such a strong bond.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 4:48 pm
As much as Lea hated to admit it, he was hopeless when it came to locating people in crowds. The myriad of colours all around him only made the process so much harder and it wasn't as if he could use his keener sense of smell to aid him in his endeavour either. Nope, he would have to do this the hard way by sight and hope that someone spotted him and tried to get his...
His ears twitched when he heard a familiar voice call out first his name then Xerxes, his head turning this way and that to try to locate its source until he saw the waving of hands that got his attention. He made his way through the crowd, totally unprepared for the sight that was about to greet him when he saw both Cedar and Kalypso in their dresses and looking absolutely ravishing.
"Cedar. Kalypso. You both look... gorgeous." He merely stood there, staring in silence for a few seconds before he realized how silly and uncouth he must have appeared to them gaping like that and quickly regained his composure. "Can I get you ladies something to drink perhaps? Or... would you prefer to start off the evening with a dance instead?" Boy was he so very glad now that the academy actually covered this during social etiquette class a week back. He would so be at a loss as to what to do otherwise...
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:12 pm
"Cyrus, Syracuse," X cooed, flashing the other man, a feral smile touching his face. His upper lip curled with disgust, however, and he resisted the very strong urge to roll his eyes. "How pleasant to see you again. Please excuse me while I go rejoice in your company."
This last part was said with a great deal of unnecessary sarcasm. He probably should have learned to be more polite and dignified, but as it was, at the current moment, in the current situation, he was quite grumpy over where exactly he was. Babysitting a bunch of green kids who did not understand anything was not exactly an ideal situation.
The professor's eyes rolled to Miusa, looking exasperated as he swaggered towards her, swinging his cup of tea in one gloved hand.
"Kindly do not use my full name," he said, giving a very long sigh. "I do not need others to refer to it. And besides," he added, taking a long swig of the spiked drink.
He gave both Cyrus and Miusa a look. "You can't tell me you enjoy this sort of droll situation, can you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:15 pm
Lumena || Castle Ballroom
Calmly brushing a stray leaf from his shoulder, Azra'iel strode into the ballroom; admiring the spacious room and amused at seeing vaguely-familiar-looking classmates decked out in their costumes and finery. Running a hand through his wind-blown hair, he scanned the crowd for Ruria. At some point during their time together shopping the previous day, his date had mentioned the purchase of a dress and Azra'iel realized he had not even considered a costume or clothing more formal than his Makai uniform. So after helping her back to the inn with her purchases, he rushed off to the office of the courtier his father commonly used to send a rushed request home for more formal clothing. The fact that he also escaped the abusive banter of Biter and Bitter was ...inconsequential. Really.
His clothing had arrived early that afternoon with a scathing note from his mother inquiring about the ball and his date. It was amazing, really. She had been so busy when he was younger between the family businesses and Moonfall society. Now that he was 'of age' she took great pains to forcefully insert herself into his social life. Which was a joke because he did not have one. But he had a female accompanying him to the Hallows Ball and he had not informed his mother. This was a grievous sin and he was not to soon forget it. Azra'iel rolled his eyes. He would have to write his father and beg a gift suggestion or something to distract his mother from, well, himself.
But all of that aside, he was safely at the ball, wearing what was secretly his favorite formal outfit; a modified frock coat that transitioned from a deep brown, almost black at his shoulders to a warmer brown at the ends of the sleeves and skirting and lined in a deep burnt orange. Decorative embroidery that trimmed the sleeves and skirt was gold and cream, and he wore it fastened over a variegated autumn-toned vest, cream shirt, and black pants. He had bought one new item for the ball, a cravat in brighter oranges and reds than his more subdued vest. He personally thought it far more fun than a tuxedo for a formal costume ball. And since he had to wear it, he might as well enjoy it.
Seeing the distinctive pink locks of Ruria down on the floor almost directly in front of him, waving to someone just out of his sight, Azra'iel moved further into the room and came up behind her. She wore a simple white dress, or at least far less complicated than most that were in the room and it stood out elegantly because of the simplicity. Laying a light hand across the small of her back he leaned in slightly to be heard over the music and general din of the room without raising his voice.
"Good evening, Miss Ruria," amusement at himself gleamed in his eyes as the overly-practiced words flowed from his mouth; "You look absolutely stunning. I apologize for not thinking to make plans to meet you so we could arrive together."
Thankfully, he had not yet seen Rosel. Or not thankfully? She intimidated him, but for some reason he could not help but try to ...spark her temper.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:46 pm
Xerxes teetered from foot to foot as he glanced around, trying to spot the other three among the vast crowd gathered in the ballroom. He was beginning to worry that he might not find them before the ball ended. His gaze kept wandering from one person to the next until a voice called out his name, and a moment later, he realized that voice belonged to Cedar. He followed the sound of her voice and saw that she had already met up with Kalypso. Lea was also moving to join them.
Xerxes made his way over to the other three. "What a lovely sight you ladies make," he said once he reached them. The girls did look quite pretty in their dresses. "How are you enjoying it so far?" While looking for the other three, he really hadn't paid enough attention to really enjoy the whole of the Hallow's Eve Ball, aside from taking in the splendor of the ballroom.
His head snapped toward Lea at the mention of a dance. Though he knew this was a ball, Xerxes hadn't fully acknowledged the fact that they would likely need to dance at some point during it. He wasn't exactly the most graceful when it came to this sort of thing and didn't really know how dance. He hoped he wouldn't make a fool of himself when it came to the dancing portion of the evening.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:42 pm
Graveyard - Castle Ballroom
She kept her cool as she felt the tremor of a disturbance in her netting of power, like somthing evil had touched it before going back. Her eyes sharpened as she looked at the ballroom floor and landed on the Black heart teacher. One of the few that didn't dress specifically for the ball. She knew him by reputation only, as the the sage he talked to, Miusa. Professor X and Miusa attending the ball? If Gravy didn't think something was going on, her hypothesis's was corrected when she saw them two. With so many reapers, black hearts and Ars Lilium in the room, Graveyard's instinct was heightened. Her ears laid back As she smiled at Cruor.
"Nothing more then a simple Herbalist and Dream Seer my Friend. Not a goddess." She chuckled as he downed the glass like it was his lifeline, secretly amused that he took such comfort in small things like alcohol to hold him through. "I have never been to one..." She sighed wistfully.
"I will admit that I felt something, but.....We should be fine for now." Graveyard reached over again, something to anchor her which was, to her, a gentle grip on his arm. She felt him stiffen every time she touched him but chalked it up to perhaps nerves for the night....or to having one like herself so easily accepting of physical contact.
"Really?" The grin that spread across her face was unmistakably mischievous. She tugged at his hand and smiled up at him, "Shall I teach you then? I promise not to step on your toes." She said quietly, though her head swiveled when she smelt the familiar smell of the purple snow leopard Shaden. She waved to get the other's girl attention, mouthing...or signing to the other girl that they still had a dance together and Graveyard would collect on it. "What do you say Cruor? Accompany me to the Dance floor for a bit?" She gave him the most innocent expression she could manage.--- Rajih - Castle Ballroom
Rajih grinned at the other boy as he nibbled on the offered treat from Niamh and sighed wistfully. "Well, It's good if you enjoy it I suppose, I am not really one for dressing up unless its like...to impress a certain girl." Rajih winked at Niamh. He noticed the boy's unease though and clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about everyone here, I don't all of this people are stuffy as they look." Rajih watched as the grumbling Professor passed them before snorting..."Or maybe not?"
He smiled at the two, pleased to have made what seemed like another pair of twin friends. "Ah that's so neat! I bet having a twin is fun." Rajih sighed, the two obviously shared a bond that went deep. Rajih never had that special connection with a sibling though, being a Majin and a abandoned one at that, the only person he thought he could bond with like that turned on him. Such grim thoughts darkened the color of his eyes as his face shut down. He always got depressed thinking of a such a black stain of a memory.
His attention diverted as he saw a small wave from Ruria, the girl he had just met and sent one back, cocking his head to the side. He wasn't sure why the girl was so timid around him and seeked to remedy it soon, perhaps steal her for a dance later? At the moment though, with the twins, he didn't want to leave them rudely and suddenly. So he nibbled on his candy and snorted when he noticed Niahm's body stiffen into a proper posture. Curiously he watched her watching other people before speaking. "Are you always so proper?" He said to both of them, he wasn't slouched in his posture but it was relaxed and comfortable.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:00 pm
Lumena Castle: Ballroom
He had given in. After a lot of crying, whining, begging, placating, attempted bribery, threatening, arguing, sweet talking, negotiating and compromising, Theofratus had given in and agreed to let Ophelia go to the ball. His head hurt just to think of all the drama that had ensued with Ophelia's pleas to go to the ball. Storming out? Check. Suicide threats? Check. Near suicide attempts? Check. Frosty silences and death glares? Enough to kill a hundred men and strike terror into the hearts of the bravest. They had finally decided on a truce after some twenty four hours of fighting, tears and emotions running high. Ophelia could go to the ball, but they would leave early so she could get an appropriate amount of rest. Theo sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, resisting the urge to yank at the strands. He wasn't happy, but he'd agreed to it. And so here he was, dressed up to the nines and watching Ophelia.
The ballroom was crowded, packed with people moving around, a space cleared for dancing. Everyone was dressed up elaborately, some in simple elgeance, other in over the top clothing. Theo himself didn't want to dress up that much but between Ophelia, Phil and Kyu, he had somehow found himself stuffed into a tailcoat, dress shirt and cravat. It wasn't so much the outfit he minded, it was the lack of mobility. He tugged at the sleeves of his coat again and sighed, vaguely registering the crowd of people. Some of the teachers from Makai, Salem, Rajih, Graveyard, several mononoke and some other more vaguely familiar people he didn't really remember. So many people, all busy socializing. Not Theo's scene, definitely not. Briefly, he wondered where Phil was. His twin had disappeared the moment they had arrived, almost without a word. Kyu had gone off somewhere as well, presumably to check in. So here he and Ophelia were, surrounded by people on this all important Hallow's Eve Ball.
Something had to happen tonight. It was hanging in the air, Theo could feel it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:27 pm
Castle Ballroom
Her gaze flickered around not staying on any one person for too long. Just enough to make note of them. What they were wearing, what their hair looked like, scents if they were close enough. All things filed away in case she needed to recall them. It was part of how she worked. How she did her job. Why she was alone most of the time. And watching the happy couples right now made her stomach cringe. Alright she was jealous they could easily forgot the attacks and enjoy the festivities.
Stop being so grim, kitty cat.
Sighing at herself, Shaden moved from her perch next to a window and slowly prowled along the outskirts of those gathered. She liked being a wall flower right now, thank you very much! It was less crowded. And...
...someone was waving at her. No wait. She was signing...and gesturing towards the Reaper. Shaden found her lips twitching and ears perking forward as she waved in acknowledgement to Graveyard. As she waved, the Reaper paused and sniffed at the air. A faint scent, recently made familiar, drew her attention and her gaze traveled among the faces until she caught sight of someone. A someone that looked about as lonely and not so sure about being here as she felt. Gesturing back at Graveyard, Shaden pointed towards the food tables. Graveyard would be able to find her by starting there.
Weaving carefully around a few others that were standing in the less crowded zones, Shaden moved towards the boy that had caught her eye (and nose). Yes, it was indeed the boy from the other day. The sweet one that she found herself strangely growing fond of.
Warm smile replacing the thin look from before, Shaden maneuvered over and lowered herself on the stone bench beside him. It took her only a moment to recall his name. "Athir, isn't it?" She asked in mellow tones. "You're the one from before. The boy who likes to read. Whatever are you doing just sitting over here, kid?" Shaden smoothed a hand along the dress she wore once before turning her curious gaze towards the boy.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:52 pm
Ballroom.
Sibelius loved many things. He loved good food, he loved good women, he loved a challenge, and he loved the smell of fear. Delicious. The streets had been rank with it since he arrived from Poena Privus, inwardly scoffing at how people's stench of fear increased or decreased when he marched past them. People seemed to either fear or adore Reapers.....and yet, he was and wasn't a reaper. He wasn't a blackheart, either. No...Sibelius was far above a mere reaper, or a mere blackheart.
Greyish-blue eyes roved the ballroom, watching the fluffle and ruffle of dresses and costumes. His eyes locked momentarily on X, and a coy grin curved on his lips. So he was here, was he? Trying to take all the glory, no doubt. His eyes narrowed as he watched with interest as X made his way towards a woman with creamy pale hair, engaging in some sort of conversation with her. Sudden realization twitched in his mind.... 'She will be a pale-haired sage by now, I imagine.' his master's words echoed in his mind. 'Her eyes are golden, and her skin is milky. Eventually, you will have to kill her, but avoid her, for now...' He chewed his lip in agitation, watching them converse. Why his master, the great, grand master of all of Poena Privus and the reaper organization would want to kill this woman of all people, even just 'eventually', he didn't know....but of course, it had to be for the greater good.
Turning away from this scene, Sibelius also spied a someone he had seen many times at Poena Privus, a blackheart he knew was called Cruor, but did not know much about him beyond that. He seemed to be being coerced into a dance by a buxom, dark-haired female. Why is it that Blackhearts get all the ladies? Hmmph. With a huff, he took a seat on a bench, sitting relaxed, with his limbs splayed in mock-laziness, waiting patiently. Something would happen. It always did.
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