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"....dress?..." This will not be pretty... Valora had never worn a dress in her life, and had been hoping it would be much longer until she ever had to.

Valora gulped and said, "Let's get this over with."

Unfortunately, they shortly found out why she hadn't payed much attention to his dissaperance. She had other things on her mind. "I have to attend an official ball tonight. As my aprentices, you two are coming with me."

((Um...I was told you guys were bored so I guess I'll reintroduce Vice into this rp again in a different way. It'll be another scene though. I may not be very active either since i don't check this guild much so if that happens to be the case, pm me and I'll come over right away.))

Vice's breath was harder then usual due to the last battle he had fought. For some reason, he's been in more and more fights. Vice slumped onto the ground leaning on a dead tree. His mucsles relaxed a bit but he kept a close watch in case more people came to try and kill him.

His vision was all but great. His eyes burned because of the blood drippin down his face but he had other wounds to worry about. There was a large painful cut on his side that was bleeding a large amount of blood. He tried to stop the bleeding by putting preasure on the wound with his right hand but it did no good. He could see his vision was fading so with the last of his energy, he took his hand from his wound and used his index finger to draw a symbol on his left, seemingly more cleaner hand. He gently place that hand slightly above his wound and closed his eyes. A bright, blue-ish light came down from the palm of his hand and his wound began to heal itself. He was litterally speading the process of the multiplying cells in his body to stop the bleeding, and hopfully, stop another scar from appearing.

Vice's breathing was now much more calmer. His bpdy became a bit numb which was, to Vice, a kind of releif. He looked to the sky and wondered to himslef why he keeps holding back his power. He could just kill them all in one sweep but why does he not do just that? Vice snickered. Because I want to hear them in agony and pain of course. He answered himself. Just like the way they watched me suffer. He added.

His eye lids closed. His breathing was normal now. He listened to the rustle of the tree leaves and drifted off to sleep.

Dan looked over at Nik. He himself was in purple. It was an old tradition for magicians to have their robes the same color as their magic.

((hmm? Ball? Where? What Ball?))

Vice opened his eyes slightly still a bit hurting. Still tired, he closed his eyes once again but his hearing perked up as well as his other sences.

((Sorry for the short post))

((I will begin by setting up the scene, then people can post in the ball))

When the guests first came over the hill, they would see the ball spread out before them, colors flashing and twirling around the plaza outside the palace. It wasn't a house for royalty, but no other suitable name could be given to the place, with it's great splendor, and spells sunk deep into it's foundations. The music drifted into the night, welcoming guests to the occasion.