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Ruslan
The ball was held in a beautiful residence somewhere on the north side of the city. It was quite the beautiful little plaza that entered the larger facility, and outside and in there were plenty of appopriately dressed individuals, laughing and jaunting with each other. Women were dressed in beautiful outfits, ranging from the past 600 years. Men were quite the same in their eclectic taste.

There was one woman who seemed to take particular interest in Ruslan when he entered. She was a few inches shorter than him, lithe, and wearing a black dress which shimmered tightly over her body. Her mask was also black, with gold outlines. The lips were a full gold color, along with the lines around the eyes. Otherwise it looked like a very grave mask. Behind the mask, her brown hair looked so soft, gently cascading down her shoulders to the mid of her back. "Hello, Ruslan," she said in Russian.

Then a red head approached with the same exact outfit, "Hello Ruslan," she said in English. She stood to Ruslan's side, so both women were beside him.

Then a blond walked in front of him, wearing the same outfit, and in German she said, "Hello Ruslan." The three seemingly attractive women surrounded him. All three then spoke in Russian.

"What if," said the brunnette.

"We all existed," said the redhead.

"No, if everything existed," said the blond.

"Because higher beings simply wished..."

"Wished to see how you..."

"How Ruslan would react to different..."

"Higher beings wished to see how Ruslan reacted to their programs?" Everything started echoing in his head as if his ears were plugged. His eyes began to cross from the pressure, and he struggled to stay standing.

Then he felt the warmth of one of their bodies against his back, and he heard a gentle whisper, "What would you do?" As she finished, all three masks and dresses fell to the ground. The women were no longer there, and it almost seemed as if none of them had existed.

A loud thud shattered the dreamy silence as wood splintered. A large tentacle came up through the ground and grabbed a man. Then several more came out and grabbed at other guests, ripping them down violently into the seat. Ruslan reeled back, falling to the floor. He banged his back against one of the walls, not paying attention to where he was going. He turned in time to watch a woman grabbed in front of him, and he watched her pulled into the depths. When he regained some composure and attempted to walk, he realized there were splinters of wood in his right leg, making it nearly impossible to walk. He assumed his leg was likely broken.

((I will patiently wait for Jester to post for me and keep the thread on the first page. ^^ No dieing Jester >.> Bad))

((~Uh oh. We almost slipped to the next page. Venice shall live!))