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Markius felt a slight presence at the back of his mind and he left his hiding place, becoming solid he stood before a gorgeous woman who stood waiting outside the rocks. "Ah, so good of you to have gotten my note. We should be inside then."

Brittania scowled her luscious red dress and hair shifting with the wind. The light from the moon faintly giving the sense of scales upon her undead flesh, "Yes, very funny you old fool. This better be worth my time, I was busy torturing a priest." Try as she might her draconic form still slipped through her disguise ever so slightly, unnoticeable unless one knew what they were looking for.

Markius laughed coldly, "I'm sure this encounter will be... interesting." Markius led the way through the myriad of corridors of the manor until he stood outside the door of Scarlet. Markius wrapped on the door and spoke to Scarlet telepathically, "Dear Scarlet, I have someone you might want to meet."

Cassandra gradually began to feel uneasy. Markius was up to something, and she did not like not knowing... He brought something new, she knew that much, and it was NOT human. She didn't dare probe either of them, this other presence seemed violent, and the last thing she wanted was to upset Scarlet yet again. For now, she would just await Devonte's response.

"Come now, you must be exhausted," Scarlet invited. "I can feel the dawn coming up over the eastern side of the house. Time for us all, living and dead, to be in our beds. Take any room you like, and I will see you at the ball tonight and we can talk more of the matter there."

She took Ciro by the arm and walked out of the room briskly, returning to her own chambers. Once there, she shooed everyone out of her rooms.

"Take Cassandra to a guest suite or your own chambers, I don't care which," she told Devonte. "And make sure Valthier sends Mouse back to me as quickly as possible. The sun is up."

When everyone had cleared out of her room, Scarlet shucked her robe and crawled under the covers.

"Ciro, darling, you can join me here or go to your own chambers," she mumbled as she stretched catlike on her silk sheets. "Either way, I have the premonition that tonight is going to be a long night."
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Scarlet woke abruptly from her death-like slumber to her emperor's rude mental intrusion.

"Dear Scarlet, I have someone you might want to meet."

She sat up, the silk sheets sliding off her body. Her garnet eyes smoldered first with annoyance, then with ambition.

"Well," she murmured to herself. "Tonight's gala is going to be very interesting."

((Sorry for hustling everyone through the timeline. Catch up as best you can and join us for the second round of the Waltz.))

"Excellent," Alfons replied, "and indeed I am. Good-nigh--err, morning... whatever." He turned to Dmitri. "Where is your G223?"
"You mean your FAMAS knock off?" Dmitri motioned towards the window. "On outcrop one story down."
"Oh. No sleep for you until you retrieve it. Also, you get the couch."
"Yes sir." On his way out the window, he thought, "~It's too small for a couch, more like a love-seat.~"

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Ciro woke when Scarlet sat up. "What's going on?"

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1500 Hours:
Alfons bolted awake at the sound of a crash.
"Der'mo!!!" Dmitri exclaimed in a harsh whisper.
"Are you just getting back up here?"
"I took nap on vay up."
"You disobeyed an order. Now go to sleep."

((Okay, lost my bearing here... so a timeskip happened it is now 3pm, my characters are in the castle, we woke up Scarlet, the second party is about to occur. Am I right on these matters?))

((Ah, thank you very much Manguusu.))

Markius and Brittania strolled in as the various servants set up for the next party. Her arm was in the crook of his and he preferred it that way. The two wandered up to the table above the dance floor and took a seat, waiting for their host to see them.

Markius idly passed the time waiting by playing with the hem of his cloak, "I do so wonder what keeps her." Though he was certain it was just some cosmetic decisions that seemed to follow females even beyond the grave, he understood that they always desired to look their best and for the most part he did not complain; immortality had it's benefits after all.

Brittania rapped her fingers against the chest of a bat she had lured to her. The poor thing tried to squeak out in protest but she had used her thumb on her other hand to block it's mouth. "Stupid little mammals, don't deserve to fly. That is my domain, and that of birds." Content with having made it suffer enough without blood loss, the vampiric dragon removed her hand from the bat's chest and dragged a sharpened nail along it's wing membranes, slicing them off entirely. The now flightless bat died of shock only a moment afterward. Brittania pouted, "Weak little mammals. So, dry bones, when is our host arriving? I grow bored with each passing minute."