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When the card materialized atop his book, Reve only cautiously offered it a glance. From his experience, touching the wrong thing could mean instant death - even if that was not its original intention. After the mysterious man explained his thoughts on the party, Reve added his own thoughts to the pool: "To what end? Power?" Just before the magician's next trick, the phantom figure continued. "Life is an illusion, designed for some end. Someone, somewhere, always profits from the dance of the masses."

As a card randomly flew toward his hand, Reve took one step back. But as it neared his flesh, he knew what it was, and what would happen when it touched him. Suddenly, they found themselves standing on the edge of the roof, looking out over the party below. Reve seemed unaffected - as though he was familiar with the feeling. The first thing he noticed, however, was the reptilian figure making a statement on the stage, and then he heard his acquaintance's theory. After the late introduction, the woman spoke and pointed out her thoughts on the situation. At least it was no small talk; Reve hated small talk. As she spoke, his soulless eyes glanced over the Nobodies. He furrowed his brow before looking toward the sky. Although he didn't know for certain if someone was there, he couldn't shake the feeling that this world was almost... alive somehow. That odd innervation that crept up his spine had only become noticeable as the sky seemed to darken with the rolling clouds.

Reve's eyes followed where the woman was pointing. "That may yet be too reckless. Perhaps if we were to follow our host," His gaze turned toward the reptilian creature as he continued, "We could find out more about his capabilities." When he was finished, Reve turned to look at the two in his present company. "After all, we shouldn't face a foe without knowing his capabilities - or if he is a foe at all."

Finally, the pale man nodded once toward the lady, as if giving a curt bow. "Forgive me. I am Reve." He offered the other a glance. "I arrived here by chance. I've been searching for my family over the past three years." Once again, he directed his attention toward the mass of people below, a wistful look in his eyes. "But I doubt I will find them here."

Lissi blushed at the comment on her foolery, and generally speaking from past experiences, she really wasn't the best judge of circumstance. Which might also explain why she was standing on the roof with two very polar opposite people discussing things that really had little to no basis, it was all pure conjecture. She watched "The Doctor" flick his pony tail, and the sinister flash of the curved blades, Lissianna instinctively took a step back, afraid that with a flick of his hair may accidentally decapitate someone.

At the suggestion of exploring, twirled to Reve, the skirt of her dress twisting around her. She offered her arm gallantly with a grin, "Shall I have this dance?" She said teasingly, knowing she had reversed the gender roles in this situation. "If you're hunting the lizard, and I do hope you manage to stay safe," she called to Queza before he shimmered himself away. "What shall we look for?" She turned to Reve with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Lissianna listened to Quezariban, which she had decided call him Queza, her mind couldn't wrap around his profession. Then again, a lot of things were hard to believe. But an equalizer couldn't be so bad, although she wondered for a second if they had put their faith in the wrong person. What if the host, Mr. Tuttle, was purely innocent and unaware of the illusion that bother men had discussed. Should I talk to him myself? She wondered to herself as she contemplated her options, and waiting on Reve.

Though their discussion had been full of pure conjecture, Reve knew that the plot of this tale was to be full of mystery from the beginning; hence his interest in discussing theory. However, at the mention of death, Reve frowned and seemed even less comfortable. The crow made a sound and flew up to the phantom's shoulder just as the fellow mentioned his role in the story. Something kept him rooted in place, however. "I've seen enough death for one chronicle." He seemed no less tense than before, yet he regarded the man with the same sort of 'suspension of judgment' as he did the host. "One murder will lead to thousands, as happened in the pages of my home. It solves nothing in the epilogue."

When the lady offered her arm out to him and made an offer, Reve looked momentarily confused; but that was gone in a moment, when he smiled and bowed lightly. "Of course." Seemingly unaffected by the reverse in gender roles, he took her by the arm and gave the crowd a once-over. As she spoke, that glimpse of youth in her eye, Reve seemed to be scanning over the scene below for any other clues. Besides the lizard, there were the Nobodies - beings he hadn't seen in some time. "Perhaps the guests have something in common. Innocent of malice or not, the host brought what I assume to be mutual strangers to this place. I can't see him not having a reason for this."

Offering the Doctor a short bow, Reve conceded to both of them, "Let's adjourn and see what we can discover. The first question we need answered is whether our host has malicious intent or not; and our second question ties to the first - why bring all these people here? What occasion would constitute a gathering like this?"

"Well, I am not here for assassination, blasphemy, sabotage, espionage or straight up murder..." he says teasingly sticking his tongue out to Ashe.

It seemed that he had come off as intimidating? He didn't recognize anyone, and his job made him very socially awkward. Alas, he was at least trying to mingle a little. He sighed a bit, feeling somewhat defeated. There was a lot going on and he figured it was best to just stick to the small group. He didn't need to get involved in anything that might result in a fight breaking out... that just wasn't something he was interested in.

"Sorry I should just answer your question directly. I was invited to this place to party, and figured I would check it out," he says softly, bowing a bit, then turns to Valerie "And ah... hon, if you aren't happy you don't have to fake a smile for me. I am not here to mess with you or anything, nor do I have any intention of bringing harm to you. Though something tells me that you and your friend can hold your own."

" Be that as it may, if something happens that you cannot handle, you have but to say the word, but never say the full word unless you really need too. " Placing my hand down onto both of their soft skin with a smirk on my face, my soft fingers like the touch of a delicate lady. Taking another look back at the door saying keep out, then looking at the lizard observing the scene that is about to unfold the chills of combat flashing through my body, my mind reaching a state of utter calm, the thing that would keep you safe in the dance of battle.

" I shall transport you near the door, you two can search through their if you like, take care of yourselves I shall go and find out what our scaly friend down there knows. This seems more like a harvest than a party, I need a new coat anyway so I hope this lizard co-operates " The second that I have finished my words I take a bow and as I reach the lowest point of my bow they shimmer into the crowd near the door already dancing through my control which only lasts for a few seconds just to make them fit in with the motion of the crowd.

As I flick the saber back to it's hilted form, placing it back onto my belt and following that movement be redoing my ponytail so that the blades disappear into my long hair once more. Shimmering down infront of the lizard and bowing to him slowly, Placing my hand onto his shoulder, Shimmering him up to the roof with my once again A great place to host a interrogation. " Good evening to you, I want to know about your employer the man I know who can hear me now. So please would you be kind enough to enlighten me on why he has brang everyone here? I wouldn't want to have to find out another way ". Smiling at the lizard creature awaiting his response.

When Queza shimmered them off the roof, her hand tightened around Reve and him, when she reappeared she seemed to be holding her breathe, looking down her body as if expecting the worst. With a sigh of relief she looked to Reve, "I don't think i shall ever get used to that," she commented wryly.

Once again standing amongst the masses, the night air replaced with the heavy air fueled by body heat. The music drumming in her ears, she felt the exhaustive need to start yelling to be heard. Releasing Reve's arm, she shot a sideways glance. "Where do you think we'll find our gracious host in this mess?"

Lissi almost balked as her jaw almost hit the floor, "It that a...dog?" Her eyes followed the lizard as he seemed to converse with it. "Did he just talk to it?" She said doubtfully, her eyes wide with fascination. Over looking the masses for more oddities, her eyes lingered over a woman standing with stunning white hair, as the lights fluttered the colors seemed to illuminate her form.

She started walking slowly, her body making small deft movements to the rhythm of the music, she was approaching the state as she twisted and turned around the nameless faces.

When Lissi admitted to her discomfort, Reve chuckled and glanced knowingly at the crow on his shoulder before focusing his attention on her. "You will," he said optimistically. "It turns out that a lot of tales are like this one, where magic crosses the boundaries of reality. This one seems no different." A click of the tongue was all that the crow needed to hear before taking off toward a well-hidden perch somewhere.

After he felt the pressure around his arm disappear, Reve looked in her direction first before replying, "I've not known many hosts to participate in their own parties... at least not until they've targeted someone for a pleasant evening, with or without their consent." It was obvious Reve had seen some terrible things, but such was the price of discovery. "We should stay together and maybe see what the other guests know. If something does go wrong, our chances of success depend on this 'herd', as our other friend called it."

While Lissi was preoccupied initially with the canine and its reptilian friend, the first thing Reve began to notice was the Nobodies. Slowly, he tucked away his book into his jacket while reaching for the staff still clinging to his back. It wasn't long before he also noticed her short, succinct movements to the music. Suddenly becoming very wary, he took one step back and nearly bumped into one of the approaching Nobodies, which ignored him and continued dancing closer toward the girl. Obviously, he was used to being an observer of parties - not a participant.

As he began to look around, he noticed a trio of individuals a short distance away. Uncertain with the darkening sky overhead, and the chill now running through his icy skin, the ghost-like figure withdrew only a short distance, being sure to keep his newest acquaintance in sight. That didn't stop him from keeping an eye around him though. As the Nobodies seemed to be attracted to dancing, Reve made sure to stand as still as possible, and if it weren't for his clothing, one might mistake him for a cold, marble statue. He didn't even react to the glasses that shattered on the stone floor around him from the latest 'celebratory' ritual.

Silkax was unhappy with this response. "Bah!" he paused, "Bah, what sort of world do we live in where demons looks like demons and other things look like demons but aren't demons?" He grunted at the wolfox then looked him up and down again. "Do you at least kill people? Tell me you kill people at least eh? You said something about a 'mission', you kill people on these things?"

He was asking in earnest.