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In Step (Adorea)

Had she known the truth of the matter prior to their engagement then it was highly likely that Adorea would have been significantly less composed. It took the entirety of her self control at that moment though, that very instant in which The Red Prince remarked that they were on the edge of the universe. She'd known that there was something special about this place but she hadn't realised it was this special.

When Arthur had said there was a whole world beyond what she knew she'd only assumed he meant special super-humans on earth. You know, the type that happened to feature in movies? She hadn't accounted for participating in interstellar travel herself. Unsurprisingly her lips parted a touch and the facade slipped momentarily as she came to realise the gravity of it all.

"Ah," she cleared her throat. A hand lifted, and she placed two fingers to her lips in a feeble attempt to reassert her composure; but if he were even remotely smart e'd most likely realise that 'banal' may have been the wrong term to use. If challenged, she'd have been forced to admit that she hadn't read the invitation closely enough; not when it had transformed into something more exotic than it's original form.

For now, Faustite would be safe from this naive young woman's opinions of what allegiances he may have. Though most likely destined to come to blows in a distant future, she knew little of her enemies yet and here she felt nothing amiss. Perhaps if she had been older and more well versed in her own arts, she might well have realised that e was someone worth more than polite words.

Caution, most likely.

"Wouldn't that be the intention though?" she smiled after a moment and shook her head. "If it was too out of the ordinary then no one would relax and no one would -" She afforded a pause to peer at those who had imbibed in the drink. Those who had seemed to be acting a touch of sorts but she couldn't for the life of her work out why, there was nothing there after all.

"Be able to be themselves," she took a breath and returned her gaze to the 'Prince' as it were. "Or relax enough to participate in activities that might make some hesitate," she amended thoughtfully.

...But had she been here before?

"Not that I can remember," she said finally, honestly at that. At this stage in her 'new' life, where she had been exposed to some new truths, she wasn't entirely sure of who or what she had been. "A bit of a first for me," she finally lowered her hand, clasping both in front of her and bringing them to rest against the front of the dress.

"Yourself? A normal evening for you or a spontaneous adventure?"

The Blood Knight

It wasn't often that he received letters of the benign sort, and upon finding himself whisked away to some strange, hazy kind of nonsense world, he began to wonder if the thing had been laced with illicit and illegal drugs. God, he hoped so. The tall man was clad in red, his bright green gaze taking everything in as he strode about the place with no sense of fear or hesitation. There was an arrogance here that suggested he was more than in control of things. Mysterious? Perhaps. Menacing? Maybe. But for now, the Blood Knight was more than content to help himself to a glass of champagne, missing nothing as he surveyed the masked party-goers over the rim.

Maybe instead of starseeds, he should look into acid. So far, this was pretty okay.

Mistress Material (Sedna)

"Who are you trying to convince? Me, or yourself?" Miss replied, watching the Squire out of the corner of her eye. Part of it was surveying the people who entered the Gallery, but after a moment she turned her head back towards Chauvet. A corner of her lips briefly pulled up. "Indeed, who are all these people?" But also, why invite so many when she didn't even know who they all were? Knights and their ways were a mystery still. Beringia did everything in his power to avoid anything having to do with his wonder, so he wasn't the best source of information about knighthood.

As Chauvet's shoulders sagged though and she sighed, Miss drifted closer.

"You can tell me as many things as you want." She murmured in assurance. "Not great, great, average, or even awful."

The Red Prince

Ey shut eir eyes for a long moment, counting veins with the seconds, until the boi in eir gut simmered. By then, the girl's delicate shock melted enough that her tongue was no longer frozen. Her pallor began its slow retreat. Eir words must've sentenced her to the bell jar, and for those seconds, she felt that heavy muffle settle over her like cotton. Like the rest of the gallery was as distant as earth.

She began with familiarity breeding comfort and eir graze strayed, fire licking over several of the pedestaled artifacts. Familiarity was written into every hour of the gala. Familiarity was written into the masked pairs of eyes that looked upon those artifacts.

Her comment, pre amendment, roused a smile. Ey shifted, cast the girl a sidelong glance. The Red Prince searched her posture, her reactions, for more information. Ey knew what responses she gave, knew the way she said them, knew how small and restrained she became at her first shock, knew that she trusted herself to stumble and trusted herself to recover. But in her amendment was a clever distraction — one ey resented for how easily it twined lilting, youthful excitement with bittersweet resolution. Eir chin dipped, and red hair slunk over eir golden cage.

The red prince drew a breath, long and smoky. Shoulders squared and back straightened. "Spontaneous adventure. I visited space twice. Always thought it decrepit and dreary— like a charnel house of generational memory. Here it's… Bustling." Eir brows furrowed. "Claustrophobic."

The Red Prince whetted eir lips, taking a second, then un-straightened as if eir body was redacting more formal posing. Eir hand left eir hip to gesture outward with the conversation. "What would make you hesitate?" Ey paused, breath catching on a lack of name.

It's nice to see you flutter in, Mori. Have any of the artifacts caught your eye...?



((Art crafted by Ivynian!))

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The iridescent doe (hyperborea)

Hyperborea decided to have a bit of champagne after leaving the nervous squire, it might help her relax a bit. She was too young to drink in America but she had had wine and champagne when she stayed in France, although her grandparents only allowed her one glass at a time and only on special occasions.

She took a few sips of her cup, which was an amusing jerry rig of a red solo cup and what appeared to be plastic candle base. The champagne seemed to shift flavors with every sip, this on its own was not that weird to Hyperborea, the alcohol was likely magical so it made sense.

What was weird to the Knight of Cosmos was how the wonder seemed to come alive around her. She watched ghost like figures gavotte about the wonder. This was all interesting in and of itself but one of the ghost caught her attention and cause her to loose her grip on the cup of champagne.

"Mama?" She said in a whisper. Even behind a mask Hyperborea would recognize the amethyst eyes looking back at her. The gentle smile the figure offered. The snow white hair pulled up into a bun, all of it reminded Hyperborea of her now long dead mother. And suddenly the tall and powerful Knight of the Cosmos was a crying 14 year old girl who had just lost the people she loved the most again.

"I...I need some air." She said to no one in particular as she beat a hasty retreat out of the gallery.


[ Exit to solo ]

Anubis

It was easy to lose himself in what felt like an endless line up of artifacts and art. He'd been moving slowly along, taking his time to read over each and every placard, dark eyes eagerly roaming every inch of the items on display here. Some looked very much like they could have been taken straight from Earth, more or less familiar, though no less remarkable. Others were decidedly other. It was exciting, and he was soaking it all in like an eager sponge.

He wasn't sure he'd managed to acquire a glass of champagne but when he noticed the weight of the glass in his hand he was happy enough to sip of the bubbling liquid within.

And that's when things got a little...strange.

His attention remained on the artifacts on display but the decor around him appeared to be shifting. Subtle enough not to draw his attention all at once, but the next time he looked up it was notably different; brighter, fuller. He blinked, puzzled by the shift and his gaze lifts inexorably upward to the absence of a ceiling and the sprawling expanse of stars above.


Sunny | Phoebe

It was all just a little jarring. Even knowing where she was and why she was there, the concept of it, the actual comprehension of it, was a just a little alarming. Or perhaps her unease came from the sea of masked faces that surrounded her. It didn't matter if she new the person beneath, here they were strangers to her.

But there was at least one person present she was sure she knew. The problem, however, was finding her. After an initial bid for space to settle her nerves Sunny had lost track of the budding squire in the throng of people and numerous halls and rooms of the wonder. It had taken time, and probably luck, to track her down again.

Though even after she'd found her the woman had hung back, watching for a handful of moments as Chauvet talked with a white haired woman that both did and didn't look familiar to her.

It was only when she realized something seemed wrong that she approached, cautiously, over long skirt held up by own lace covered hand. "Chauvet...?" She didn't want to interrupt if it was something intimately important, but she absolutely didn't want to turn away if there was anything at all she could do to help. "Sorry, just." She was poised in her heels, ready to take her leave if it was desired. "Are you alright?"

Sunset eyes flicked up to the other woman, expression puzzled, before lifting back to Chauvet.