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A small curtain would part at the top of the balcony, both a man and woman would come into view. One of them was the host, the other his 'date'. The man had long wavy hair, obsidian in color with one crimson, and one golden eye, his skin was also a light blue tone and he had pointed ears and fangs, also he had a finely trimmed and pointed beard. A vampire or a demon perhaps? His sense of fashion had a slight twist to it as well. He wore what appeared to be a classy tuxedo, but at the opening to the sleeves, a vibrant fire pattern extended up the outer portions of his arms. The man also appeared to have a golden cane with an emerald or jade setting in the middle, unfortunately it was hard to tell. Beside him stood a beauty, skin near white and smooth as satin, hair a dark shade of green, she had large structured earrings that looked like squares. There was also what appeared to be a white strap or fabric choker around her neck. Her eyes were also green, as emeralds and her dress-- what a dress! Matching the neck strap, the woman wore a white dress, very see through. Not to mention it was huge in terms of volume. Underneath it all a more simple looking slip, with jewels over the top and bottoms strategically placed.

(( Think of the Venus bathing suit from the Beach Ball Volley Ball games. ))

Finally, looking over the gathering the host would speak out to those below. "Greetings... I thank you all for attending my little-- introduction." A slight bow would follow, in good mannors before The Count continued. "I am, The Count of Monte Cristo, and it is a pleasure to meet you all here tonight." The Count sounded genuine in his tone and actions thus far. The night would be a good one. "Please, enjoy yourselves and mingle. I look forward to meeting and speaking with all of you." So, everyone would get a chance to ask any questions they may have had, and would get a chance to get to know The Count, the mysterious man who invited most everyone in the region, whether they be on good terms or bad. "Welcome to the temple." Another slight bow, and The Count would begin to wander the side of the balcony to a staircase several feet away. He was decending to the party floor. Meanwhile out front both Baptistain and Bertuicco could hear The Count's entrance, and had two others take their places at the door as they made their way back inside. "Looks like the boss has made his appearance.", "Mhn.". The pair would be at the back of the room, entering from where everyone else had. Once The Count had appeared the drumming became far lower, so that he could speak and be clearly heard by everyone.

Now with the other guests The Count would mingle, starting off with young lord Griffin and his sister, the lady Bell, and their mother Kaiori. "It gives me great pleasure to see you attend this evening. Thank you for attending. This must be your sister, the lovely lady Bell and your lovely mother. Bonsoir." The Count would move his arm with the cane in hand to his torso, and would proceed to bow polietly to the group. Haydée would remain at The Count's side and would also bow her head a little. "This is Haydée, she is like a daughter to me."

Slipping into the small group of party guests, both Baptistain and Bertuccio would work their way over to the tables. Baptistain would go for some wine and mellon balls, while Bertuccio seemed more interested in some fresh prawns and egg halves, filled with a vegetable pâté of some sort. Both men seemed jubilant after getting their slice of food and drink at the tables. From there, they'd watch the group interactions, The Count, Haydée and other things in and around the floor.

*With the admiral and Co. now away and Kaiori with her children, Nana was left alone. As such she would start scanning for another guest to talk with, but the pickings as they were, were rather-- slim. Between people that wanted to kill her because she was Mastema's wife, and people who probably just wanted to kill her because they could, Nana found herself needless to say, alone in all senses. Twilight was talking with Mastema, KB was-- somewhere, and wanted Nana dead for what ever his reasons were. Sairys appeared to be dancing with someone, Thanatos was eating things at the tables. The man with the bird seemed to have stepped out, or perhaps he was hiding. The shape shifting man with souls crying out in pain was hopefully avoidable. For the moment the host was with Kaiori and her children. That left, the time lord? He looked a little bored himself, maybe he'd talk a little? If he didn't want to talk, Nana could always take up an empty spot on the back of a wall*

Hnn....

*Approching other women to talk was far easier than approching men for Nana. As such she was a little hesitant, nervous, and timid. Then again some admiral just told her, he had been trying to kill her and her family just minutes before. It wasn't a wonder she had a bad taste in her mouth for conversation at present. If she knew that she was being pitied from a far, Nana would probably feel worse*

Kyslith sniffed the air. She caught the scent of old death. She had been traveling for almost two weeks now and hadn't come across a single corpse to feed on. She sniffed the air again. Their were many bodies buried, somewhere near. She quickened her pace, her odd lurching gait speeding up to a jogging pace. She came to a field of reddish flowers. A light mist of toxins hung in the air, an acrid smell to Kyslith. Further still was what appeared as a rennovated ruin of a bleach-white temple. Kyslith shuddered at the sight of all the guests arriving there. To her experience, mingling has always resulted a quick flight from death. Her stomach growled. To get to the graves she might have to pass near the entryway. Not to mention getting passed the flowers.

Kyslith tossed a rock into the flower cluster.......nothing. A small upset of poisonous pollen, but not the toxic burst she was expecting. Maybe if she walked slowly enough through them she might make it over to the buried corpses for a much needed meal.

Kyslith checked and tightened the dark leather belts and straps wrapped around her body. Poor armor, but it was exellent apperal for moving quickly and quietly. Besides, direct combat wasn't a preffered tactic of hers anyway.
Her dark boots were covered in fine, deadly pollen as she inched her way forward. Kyslith kept as low as she possibly could without breathing it in. So far, so good......

...after what seemed an eternity, Kyslith emerged from the crimson field of poisonous flowers."Kahh.." she muttered, spitting at the toxic pedals. She moved in quick, jerky actions, wiping dirt, pollen and sweat from the pale gray flesh of her thin, angular face with sinuous hands that were equally pallid. She quickly shook out her long tangled locks of soiled pinkish hair that hung wildly from her head. "Huuur..", she grumbled, then coughed violently for a bit before spitting up a mouthful of blood, the dark ichor spattering over her many pointed teeth and dribbling down her chin.

She needed food badly, and only a festering body would do. She quickly snapped to a crouched position, as if suddenly awakened from a trance. She moved noiselessly, her awkward, loping stride resembling that of a wounded animal. She shadowed the temple wall, moving almost invisibly in the direction of the sweet scent of cadaver. The faint sounds of the party were now to her back as she made quick ground.