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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 2:58 pm
Shun Kuroda 25/25 - Asking the STRAAANGAH a question One of the others had followed him from the deer trio to the Stranger, which was fine. "Perhaps you can assist, then. The Peaceful one referred to you as the 'Sinister Survivor'. Is that a reference to having... survived one of these balls?" he asked.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 3:03 pm
Jamie Delacroix | 25/25 | bye Pridey and hello masked Shiloh There's a visible look of relief when Jamie is acknowledged and he sighs, bowing his head. "It's okay... I understand." Things in the Otherworld were never so cut and dry. Expecting too much would only make things worse in the long run. "I just wanted to know that I, um, appreciated the help... And I-I hope... you enjoy the ball."
Jamie wasn't sure he'd enjoy it himself, not after everything the cats had warned them of, but being cordial was good, right? Being cordial meant not burning bridges. He wanted to speak to someone about what he should do next, but that didn't mean he wouldn't return to the Prideful One before the night was over.
With a tiny wave, he turned away, scanning the room for someone older and wiser to speak with. Detective Mercer, Professor Mixlin, Mr. Watts... even Detective Kuroda, who honestly intimidated him, would've been better than no one. The face he did see was enough to stop his prior train of thought immediately in its tracks.
"Shiloh...?" Jamie whispered to no one but himself, catching him as he slipped the smooth mask back over his eyes. "But I thought-"
He cut himself off before he could finish, the disappointment settling heavy in his stomach. Without hesitation he hurried over, knuckles white as they clenched the lacy edges of his outfit in hurt and confusion. Joining him in the corner didn't take long. He was practically running.
"Shiloh? S-Shiloh, I thought- I didn't think you were-" A hand shot up to his head, grabbing uselessly at the hat that was once a blue beanie, but now no more. Why had Shiloh refused to come with him if he planned on showing up anyway? The rejection, the fear of making this journey alone, all of it welled back up in Jamie the same as it had the day Shiloh had told him no.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 3:27 pm
Autumn Smith 25/25, ******** off with Alexis She took the drink with little aplomb, managing a tight-lipped smile. Well. That hadn't been the response she was after. At the bookstore, Alois had been odd, but... refreshing. Dude seemed a little too uptight at this shinding. Whatever. Parties made dicks out of people, apparently. Autumn gave him a curt nod and took both hers and Alexis's drinks.
"Just wanted to touch base and say hey," Autumn replied, not really digging whatever vibe he was putting off. Maybe when the party wound down, he'd pull the stick out of his a**.
"Sadly, we had somewhere else to be. But I figured it'd be rude not to stop by." With that, she tugged Alexis very gently (but firm enough to send an I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE message), off in Pax's direction.
Boys. Seriously.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 3:32 pm
25/25 Maskedloh is talking to Jamie
Behind his mask, it was impossible to tell where he was really looking. Truth was, he watched as Jamie spotted him, watched his posture tense in disbelief and then watched as he ran over. Christ, he looked as if he was on the verge of tears.
He frowned. It was a powerful feeling in a sick way, knowing there was someone who relied on him so much, knowing there was someone that was so much weaker than he was. Ah, but Jamie would grow. Everyone had to grow up at some point.
"Jamie...?" his voice was gruff as he quickly stood from his chair, rushing to meet him as he clasped a hand onto his shoulder. "What are you doing here? I..."
He shook his head, quickly letting go. "I..." he what? Didn't think Jamie would come out on his lonesome? Well... yes, that was entirely true, but here he was anyway. "You weren't supposed to come..." his voice became quiet, almost scared. He hoped beyond hope that he wouldn't have run into Jamie (watching from afar was always his thing, best to not be involved), but here they were. He could work with it. Hell, he'd have to.
"I lied to you." obviously, "I'm sorry... look, it's just—" he glanced away in a turn of the head. "I had a reason..." he reached for his hand in apology, but stopped mid-reach, backing off apprehensively. It wouldn't be right. He'd let Jamie come to him.
25/25 Unmaskedloh is talking to Thorne, Chris and Momlord
Shiloh's eyes lit at the touch, a small smile donning his face. He knew what this touch meant. He understood the subtle threat behind it, but still he smiled. "Of course Madam, I—"
He didn't need to finish his thought, because Thorne made his way over regardless. Good boy, he thought, though his posture never changed or melted into any visible sign of relief. What was there to fear? Thorne wouldn't have him hurt again. Thorne wouldn't dare slight Melany again. His ribs ached in remembrance, but it was something short of a comforting feeling. It wasn't an ache in the sense of pain; did Shiloh know what that sensation even was anymore? Maybe, but he didn't care either way. His body was numb and the ache was pleasantly warm, just like the touch on his cheek. Ice never burned so good.
At the blonde, Melany's words of old friends echoed in his head. So Thorne knew him? There was something about him that seemed vaguely familiar; perhaps he had come up in conversation? Shiloh tilted his head to one side as he regarded Chris cautiously. Had he not been in the presence of Melany, he would have asked Thorne, or maybe even the blonde outright.
As it was, he didn't really care.
"Thank you, Thorne." Shiloh smiled again, this time at him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 3:47 pm
Jamie Delacroix | 25/25 | talking to Maskedloh : ( The hand on his shoulder still felt like Shiloh, still felt like the kind of comfort he had come to expect—or, perhaps, to take for granted—from his best friend. For a moment it was like nothing was wrong, but that would only last as long as it took for Shiloh to tell him he wasn't supposed to be here. Why wouldn't he be? Jamie had told him he wanted to come, told him it felt like something he needed to do... For once Jamie had been strong enough to stand on his own two feet, but now he felt like he was wobbling. That resolve was quickly failing him.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened in recent weeks.
"A reason?" If Shiloh had a reason, what right did Jamie have to doubt him? Not that it mattered, the doubt and confusion were still very much there. "What... reason?" If it was important enough to see Shiloh lie to him, well, Jamie wouldn't expect much of an answer, but the question had wormed its way out before he could bite his tongue.
He noticed the apprehension, though, saw the hand that slipped away at the last moment, but for as much as he wanted to reach out, he didn't. Not right away, and it was very difficult.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 4:06 pm
25/25 Maskedloh is talking to Jamie ; m ;
"A reason..." Shiloh echoed in a small murmur, looking at his partially outstretched hand. After biting his lip for a second, he found the initiative to grab it. Not here... his posture seemed to say as he led Jamie closer to the corner where he was initially.
"I... I knew you wanted to come, but I thought..." he paused and swallowed, "It's so ******** pretentious, but I thought you wouldn't come... if I said I wasn't coming. I was going to anyway, but—"
He took his seat again on the stool, looking down at Jamie's delicate fingers. "I didn't want you to get involved with this Otherworld bullshit... not any more than you already are." his head craned up. He was looking at the ears, long and white atop Jamie's head. "I just—I kept thinking about Blackfrair's and—remembering how hurt you got, it..." he grappled with the words, but eventually let them all melt into a sigh.
"I was being selfish..." A shaky breath, "I know you feel the same way I do..." he played with Jamie's fingers very carefully, almost as if he was afraid to touch them. "I just... I should have stood by you instead, I-I regret it now... I'm sorry."
"...you'll forgive me, right? I'll understand if you don't... I know I lied." He dropped Jamie's hand again in favor of hiding his face against his hands, mask or not. "It's just so <******** unfair. Why us? Why you?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 5:21 pm
Hux in a Suit - 25/25 - talking with Green & Gold RabbitHux hummed a single tone to himself for a moment. He watched the Spinel Lady, as others approached and attempted to persuade her into answering whatever questions they thought mattered enough. "Maybe not her after all," he said with a sigh. "She seems to have enough company for now." He plucked a drink from one of the trays circulating to the room and lifted it to his lips. The beverage was ultraviolet and entirely pleasant. His lips tingled with pins and needles. He offered it to Rabbit, smiling. "Try this, instead." He said. "Then we'll decide." He winked at his other self, recently descended from his tower, then glanced at the other Rabbit. "It looks as though things might be getting a little interesting." Hux in a Dress - 25/25 - frowning at suit Hux, double-fisting wine bottles, looking for AodelleHe was easy to spot in a crowd, even a crowd as eccentric as this one. Hux frowned at the other Hux and took another glug from one of the bottles he'd carried down with him. His face was warm, cheeks a pleasant rusty red tone against the light brown of his skin. Had he been in any other place, at any other party, he would've been at the center of the hall- mingling, dancing. At this one, however, he stayed towards the edge. He glowered at his other self, but did not approach. He knew better than that. Instead, he stayed near the door that led to the stairs that led to his spire. He could leave, if he wanted to. He reminded himself of that as he scanned the crowd for Aodelle.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 5:26 pm
Jamie Delacroix | 25/25 | stiiiill talking to masked Shiloh Oh. Were it not for the mask, the fall of Jamie's torn expression would've been abrupt and obvious. His hands felt cold and clammy in Shiloh's, but he didn't resist the touch. In the end, Shiloh had been concerned about him, but that didn't banish the sickness in his gut entirely. Jamie had thought them equals, partners almost... It did touch him that he was cared for, but it also made him feel more like a burden despite how hard he'd been trying.
Jamie hated that. He hated how conflicted he felt in the face of his best friend's worries. Shiloh was putting himself out there, admitting he was wrong, and it felt just as wrong to hold it against him. Closing his eyes to steady his feelings, Jamie let out a sigh of his own. He felt guilty. Not the first time, his thoughts reminded him again, but he shook them away.
"I... I'm sorry, too," he started, only opening his eyes again when he realized Shiloh had let go of his hand. "I-I... It really... means a lot to me. Knowing you care, I mean, but..."
There was no way Jamie could stay mad at Shiloh.
"P-Please include me next time, okay...?" He set his hands on Shiloh's, gently overtop his mask. "Of course I forgive you... I-I think I overreacted a little."
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 5:29 pm
Susan Greer - 25/25 - talking with Isobel, taking pictures"I think... I think they're all sorts of things." Susan turned her attention to the crowd around them once more. She lifted her camera to take a few more pictures. Snap, snap, snap. "This place is so... surreal." She felt like she'd begun to get a bit more used to her surroundings, however. It was easy to, when she did her best to think of the place as a costume party... or maybe a convention. She'd been to plenty of those in New York. After all, at least she wasn't such an oddball in a hall full of them. "I draw what I see." She said, quite simply, just as she snapped another picture of Tibbie. "Es-especially when I like what I see." She looked away, embarrassed, then stuttered out another string of words before the other could respond. "Do you think maybe we should try and... ask stuff? I'm not even sure what to ask, really... but I guess we should pr-probably try..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 5:51 pm
Spinel Lady: 25/25, speaking to Unmasked Shiloh & Thorne The lady sighs and smiles at Thorne, the sad, pitying smile of someone looking upon a dog that's s**t the bed. "You have duties, do you not? You are not here to catch up with your betters. Run along, boys. Noeh will fetch you if I have need of you." The Sinister Stranger: 25/25, speaking to Shun "No," says the survivor. "I've survived many things more dangerous than an overly exciting party." Adoelle Nashua: 25/25, waving to Hux Perhaps sensing the attention, Adoelle looks Hux's way and raised a hand with a little smile.
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Daekie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 5:58 pm
Alexis Tucker: 25/25, leaving with Autumn "Who's this a*****e," Alexis muttered under their breath upon spotting Alois, clearly not particularly endeared by his appearance. They took the full glass and grasped it tightly -- but they didn't feel like drinking as much in the presence of one so close to the Burning Man. Alexis wouldn't have been able to say why, if asked, but...his existence put them ill at ease. Off-kilter. And when Autumn tugged them, they went obediently, one hand flipping off Alois behind them because it seemed in the spirit of things. --- Ashton Carver: 25/25, speaking to the Sinister Stranger Ashton took a second to press darkened, clawed fingertips to her masked temples, letting out a heavy sigh. Of course it wouldn't be simple. Why would any of this be simple? Faeries never were. Magic never was. "I'm sorry - the cats weren't especially clear. Do you know who will be doing the selecting?"
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 6:03 pm
Shun Kuroda 25/25 | Talking to the Sinister Strangaaaaah So it seemed that the danger was mostly for whoever the intended victim was to be. Though, he still didn't think that he and the other 'guests' were anywhere in the clear as far as that went. "I see," he nodded, glancing over at the other questioning the stranger. He followed up Ashton's question with another of his own, "By selection... we mean if you know anything about the deciding process as to who kills and who dies?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 6:08 pm
Alexander Thorne (Unmasked) | | 25/25 | | Leaving the room.
Thorne hummed in response to the younger boy, eyes falling to him with a shell of curiosity. An edge of importance still slithered around inside of him, a snake sleeping somewhere in his chest, only awake long enough to remind him not to step out of line. After all, punishment with the Spinel Lady never came directly to him, but rather through the beatings delivered thoroughly to the other boy.
But whatever fierce passion towards any one person had lived in him once now simmered, embers, flaring only now and again like fault lines trembling in the aftermath of an earthquake somewhere far away.
"Very well," he said in response to the woman, turning his head to look at her.
Her gaze cut him, but he only looked on, beautiful and frozen, nothing but what she wanted. With no breath left for a response, no real reason to stay, still listening from far away to the jackrabbit beat of his heart against his rib cage that plummeted and soared and ricocheted at every outward sound, Thorne turned away. His strides took him from one end of the hall to the other in a matter of seconds, but it slowed as he passed Chris.
How about we move away from here? He had said.
Thorne slid his fingers against the drumline of Chris's pulse as he passed, a soft and silent Follow if you want.
And then he was gone.shibrogane i love you mom the trouble son says, sinning once more
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 6:23 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Following Thorne out, thoroughly confused.
It was easy enough to stay behind as Thorne walked away, the feeling of the warmth of his hand imprinted on his skin as he watched him approach the Lady he had almost talked to earlier and who looked to be, very concerningly, Shiloh. But Thorne had warned him to stay, to not walk with him, and he could only watch on rather uncomfortably as a conversation passed that he wasn't interested in hearing, trying to look like someone that wasn't meant to gather attention. He drifted his gaze downward, finding that sometime between entering the hall and finding Thorne, embroidery on his sash had appeared, roses and other flowers in a golden thread that matched the rest of his outfit.
It was pretty but Chris just felt uncomfortable all over again. He had lost the one friend he had managed to find, who was acting strange (the change that had come over him when he had walked to the lady.. it was unsettling), and was now in the middle of finding his clothing had changed and the whole place was incredibly dangerous. In minutes he was starting to fiddle with the gold bracelets that held up his arm sleeves, feeling entirely out of place and unable to heed the warning Hyejin had given him about not touching them.
It passed quick enough though - Thorne seemed to get what he wanted and quickly left, passing by Chris quickly enough that he got the message it was time to leave. He took another worried glance at Shiloh, mouth still thin, before turning and following Thorne out of the room. He would ask about him later, but for now he wanted out of this place.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 6:34 pm
25/25 Maskedloh is talking to Jamie
At Jamie's gentle words and even gentler touch, Shiloh finally lifted his head. "You... do?" his voice wavered slightly but the relief was palpable in the sound of it. "I think we both overreact..." he tried to console him, but at least he wasn't lying.
"I will, I promise." he offered a small smile with perfect pearly white teeth. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know you're trying..." he stood up, "but I just want to keep you safe, y'know?"
Shiloh took the moment to look towards the rest of the crowd, scanning for any other familiar faces. "Is there anyone else we know here? I haven't seen anyone else yet..." a lie, but the only other person he'd seen thus far was Thorne. Jamie had been mingling in the crowd, at least. Then again, he had only seen him speaking towards the Stag. "It might be best if we all split up and reconvene from time to time, I mean. Murders and mystery and all that." even though the way Shiloh spoke—and he was suddenly quite chipper, not nearly as hung up on the apology as Jamie probably would be—it didn't sound like he cared much at all about coming to a real conclusion.
25/25 Unmaskedloh is frowning and leaving.
Thorne didn't learn, did he? Well, he always was the more temperamental one. Shiloh didn't mind anymore; they already decided that their bond—their positions in the court—wouldn't be without collateral damage. He watched as he sauntered away, dismissed, only to pass by the blonde man again. His eyes lingered on the softness of his touch, and he glanced up at Melany once he was gone.
"Of course, Madam." he spoke softly, bowing his head as he took his leave. He had half a mind to follow Thorne just in case, but part of him didn't really care anymore. What was the worst that could happen? Death? He died a long time ago. Pain? Thrumming his fingers together with a soft hum, Shiloh wondered if that even bothered him much either.
Well, he did hate to get blood on his clothes. It always made Melany frown, and he hated that look of absolute disappointment more than any kick to his ribs, more than any punch to his jaw. Noel and Noah didn't scare him anymore, not like they used to.
No, he had other business to attend to. He strode across the floor like waves rolling over the surface, graceful and careful into one of the many hallways leading out of the room.
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