Hello everyone! This little scenario is designed to be a casual RP without a set ending time. As far as I know, there will be no scheduled drama at this particular party; all drama (which I encourage!) will be made through player role play. I hope this setting will serve as a nice place for your characters to meet in and give them something to discuss if they can't think of anything else.
Though darkness had fallen many hours ago on Fortress Cerxes, the Axel of Commerce was bright and buzzing with activity. The market was festooned with skeins of colorful drapes and ribbon, and every face masked in some fantastic manner. Some were whimsical, many grotesque, but all were outlandish in both form and color. Booth owners sold masks of all shapes and sizes to those yet unadorned, and those fortunate enough to be located on the outer rim of the market near the edge of the island also sold delicate lanterns for the night's ceremony. At midnight, the revelers gather on the outer edge of the fortress and light lanterns (depending on your Oc's starting world, they may know them as Chinese Flying Lanterns) to release into the sky, celebrating luck. Unsurprisingly, it is considered lucky to participate. However, it is considered bad form to remove your mask before the morning sun rises after the lanterns have been released.
Credits:
Katherdante is responsible for the masquerade idea
LadyMatrona recommended the marketplace
and I decided it would be nighttime and a Draconic celebration.
Yay group effort!
RULE!! Please don't post in here! Post in the main OOC2 thread!
Luna_et_Noctis
Several days after Lamia had arrived in the strange floating city, a party of sorts was held in the market on the Lesser Platform. Like a moth drawn to the flames of a campfire, she went to see the great collection of people gathered in celebration of some unknown event.
The market was festooned with skeins of colorful drapes and ribbon, and every face masked in some fantastic manner. Some were whimsical, many grotesque, but all were outlandish in both form and color. Booth owners, waving their arms to display their wares, chided her for not participating in the nights' ceremonial covering of the face. She shook her head with a sad smile, mentally counting the small amount of money a charitable gentleman had given her when she first had arrived. Stepping to the side, she rifled through her satchel for anything that might make due for a mask. Finding a scarf, she tore a strip of it off and, ripping a slit through which to see, tied it around her head before weaving her way into the heart of the celebration.
Katherdante
Meilin had arrived in this strange place maybe a month ago. He hadn't really kept track of days, and like some who appeared there wasn't sure if he had died, or was just in a waking dream. Or nightmare? He gave out a sharp breathy sigh through his nose and then let a smile curl his lips. This was the first party he'd gone to. The unseelie court had held them almost every night. There really was no comparison to what he was used to. This place really was a culture shock. Though... interesting. It seemed like there were people from every imaginable existence. It had really broadened his scope.
Meilin had carved out a nice little life for himself here. Though he was not yet well known he had started to attract large commissions from those who desired the wearable artwork he created. Meilin's power was a subtle one, one where he had almost full ability to manipulate earth, stone, metal, rock and precious jewels. He could even re-form diamonds and eliminate the imperfections within them. This skill had quickly gotten him a good deal of income. Buying cheap gems and making them perfect, and thus worth more, had been an excellent tactic to build up enough money to start his work as an artisan here.
Tonight was a perfect opportunity to show his work and possibly gain some commissions. Large or small, work was work and he wanted the attention. He wanted it so bad. Everyone knowing who you are and your work being sought after was as important to him as creating the work itself. He had created a sculpted sun mask using gold, rubys, white and yellow diamonds. It was beautiful and really stood out. It for the most part hid his charming, girlish features. At his height and the loose robes he wore it was easy to mistake him for a girl. Something that infuriated him to no end.
For now he wandered around, garnering compliments on his mask and selling his skills. The work spoke for itself. His wings trembled slightly in irritation when he saw the girl. She had a sash on her face. A sash, a bit of cloth! His eyes narrowed and he went to her, hands on hips and with a punitive harumph he said. "What kind of mask is that?" it was an insult to be worn with all these beautifully crafted masks. If she didn't have a mask it would be better for her to get a simple one. NOT a piece of fabric! It was absurd!
Meilin had carved out a nice little life for himself here. Though he was not yet well known he had started to attract large commissions from those who desired the wearable artwork he created. Meilin's power was a subtle one, one where he had almost full ability to manipulate earth, stone, metal, rock and precious jewels. He could even re-form diamonds and eliminate the imperfections within them. This skill had quickly gotten him a good deal of income. Buying cheap gems and making them perfect, and thus worth more, had been an excellent tactic to build up enough money to start his work as an artisan here.
Tonight was a perfect opportunity to show his work and possibly gain some commissions. Large or small, work was work and he wanted the attention. He wanted it so bad. Everyone knowing who you are and your work being sought after was as important to him as creating the work itself. He had created a sculpted sun mask using gold, rubys, white and yellow diamonds. It was beautiful and really stood out. It for the most part hid his charming, girlish features. At his height and the loose robes he wore it was easy to mistake him for a girl. Something that infuriated him to no end.
For now he wandered around, garnering compliments on his mask and selling his skills. The work spoke for itself. His wings trembled slightly in irritation when he saw the girl. She had a sash on her face. A sash, a bit of cloth! His eyes narrowed and he went to her, hands on hips and with a punitive harumph he said. "What kind of mask is that?" it was an insult to be worn with all these beautifully crafted masks. If she didn't have a mask it would be better for her to get a simple one. NOT a piece of fabric! It was absurd!
Luna_et_Noctis
Lamia was on her guard as she watched the Sun-masked reveler stalk over with her peripheral vision. She hoped the mask's visage was aesthetic, not symbolic. "Sir?" she asked demurely, taking a step away from him. "It is...all I presently can afford. Is there something wrong?"
Katherdante
Ahh so that was what it was. Of course, not everyone who was new to the city was able to turn their fortunes around as well as he! She also may not have been here very long. "Very well!" he said in a somewhat stuffy voice, showing that he was actually a guy, despite his tiny frame and wings. Some people had been under the ridiculous notion that there were only female fae. What morons. He un-did his sash where there were several masks hanging from it through the eye sockets. He considered them and pulled out a silver moon one. "Here, its the sister to the one I am wearing. If you help me sell the three other masks I have here... you can keep it."
Luna_et_Noctis
Lamia's eyes widened as she saw the mask. Quickly, she pressed her hands together and bowed, thanking the man for his generous offer. Inwardly though, her mind was racing as equal parts hope and fear dripped down her spine.
The mask was made of a silver metal, and since it bore the shape of the moon, Lamia would have been willing to bet the paltry amount of money she had that it was, in fact, silver. Unwilling to test her hunch by exposing her skin to its cool surface, she quickly withdrew the remains of the scarf from her bag to swaddle the mask.
"Here, I do not wish to smudge its face. Would you be so kind as to tie it to my head?" She turned from the man, shifting the cloth on her face to protect the delicate skin from contact with where the metal mask would rest. If she was careful and moved gingerly, she thought she might pass the night without burning herself too badly....
Katherdante
The way she was appreciating it, treating it, made him feel warmth in his chest. He felt great pride in his work, and she really was appreciating it. Sometimes, people who didn't have much didn't understand things of value enough to value them properly. This girl, whatever her background may be did understand this value. It was worth doing this then. His delicate fingers set the mask in place and affixed it there with the tie and pins. "There." he said, smiling at her. "Its a shame I dont have a matching dress for you, but there is only so much I can produce spur of the moment." he said with a small laugh. "I am Melin." He said, gesturing to her. "What is your name young lady?"
Luna_et_Noctis
Meilin," she repeated as she slowly turned around to face him. "I am so pleased to meet you. My name is Lamia. Do I assume correctly you are the maker of these masks? They are beautiful creations," gesturing with gentle, slow motions to the three yet-unworn pieces. "Where did you learn to so finely spin metal, if I might ask?"
Katherdante
"Thank you Lamia, you flatter me." He said, the tone in his voice all the sweeter from the compliment. "It is my power. I just can do it naturally. That I can do it naturally doesn't mean it is easy though. My focus is on wearable works of art. It is mu passion. What do you do? Or... use to do?"
Jaudaran
The giant sweater dragged along the ground. It moved here and there throughout the crowd, its inhabitant staring widely up at the masked party-goers in amazement through two crudely carved eye-holes in an old top hat. What a place! It was overwhelming. Inside the ratty old green sweater, the young boy wanted to take in every bit. He'd never been to a party before, let alone such a mysterious and awe-inspiring one in a magical new world! It wasn't long after he crept into the market that all thoughts of finding out about his new surroundings were set aside. A party sounded a lot more exciting.
He continued to weave through the crowd.
He continued to weave through the crowd.
Luna_et_Noctis
"Ah, well... it is difficult for me to say," she responded slowly, choosing her words carefully. She was hesitant about divulging too many specifics about her life before Serendipity, especially before she had become familiar with the law and general sentiment of the world regarding her kind and former position. "But! Your power, you say?" she brightened, changing the subject and glancing at his wings with minimal head motion. "It doesn't surprise me; they look magical-I'm certain if they had voices, they would sell themselves! But, since they have not spoken...I will assist." She drew herself up and, turning to the crowd, addressed the people walking by.
She called to all kinds of people as they passed, young and old, rich and poor. "You there! Yes, you sir! Can you tell me how many of you are charmed by this gentleman's wares? Unless my eyes deceive me, your lady has already been taken under their spell."
"Discerning sir, a mask of feathers is far beneath your station. Come look upon the finely crafted precious metals of this man's creations."
"You, young man!" She addressed a young man in danger of being swallowed by his tattered sweater and over-sized top hat. "Have you looked upon the great metal-smith Meilin's spectacular masks? No? Well, come and look, they are a sight to be seen! Then go and tell your friends of Melin and his grand work."
OOC: Assume your character has been/are being hawked by this moon-masked lady if anyone wants to join in later ^^
Katherdante
Meilin received the attention that her smart selling voice was garnering with swelling pride and appreciation. Now that people knew he was there they were giving him compliments and showering him with praise! She was really good at this... boy had he lucked out.
Jaudaran
The top hat turned towards her, and the sweater slowly inched over, cautiously. Staring up at the beautiful masks, the boy gaped with breathless awe.
"Wooow." Then, in a brighter, optimistic voice, sounding almost proud of himself somehow, he added, "Can I have one? I'm an orphan." His grin wasn't visible, but was apparent enough in his voice.
"Wooow." Then, in a brighter, optimistic voice, sounding almost proud of himself somehow, he added, "Can I have one? I'm an orphan." His grin wasn't visible, but was apparent enough in his voice.
Katherdante
Meilin's eyebrow twitched at the mention of the boy's social status. But a fake smile became plastered on his face. "I'm afraid that these masks are not for children. I think I saw someone selling cute feathered masks at a booth over there." He said pointing to the side. But suddenly he felt a sinking feeling... he was going to end up buying this kid a mask wasn't he? Tsh. What a pain in the a**. Well, it might make him look good. "Give me a moment to finish talking to these fine people and I will buy you one, OK?" Nothing like looking like a 'good guy'. It might help business.
Jaudaran
The boy reached up and lifted the top hat from over his face, carefully propping it on his rather large ears. The things looked like they'd grown twice as fast as the rest of his head, and the result was slightly comical. Beneath the hat apparently had been hiding a child of approximately ten (older than his height suggested), with messy, sandy blonde hair, and a couple of teeth missing. It also became apparent that he was already wearing a mask, though his was of dirt and grime rather than feathers or precious metal. He was smiling crookedly up at the artist.
"Naaah, that's okay, but thanks mister! I'd sure love to look closer at one a' those pretty ones you got, though. I promise I won't steal it or nothin'."
"Naaah, that's okay, but thanks mister! I'd sure love to look closer at one a' those pretty ones you got, though. I promise I won't steal it or nothin'."
Katherdante
Meilin's eyebrow twitched once more. He didn't trust the brat, not for one moment. "Sorry, only potential buyers may handle the merchandise." He said cooly, with just a little bite. Pretending to care, pretending to be nice... such a pain. He craved the company of other Unseelie. Sure he wasn't so evil compared to a lot of them, but he knew how to play their games and they were a lot more interesting than this drivel.
Kimaya
"Oooh, my my. A masquerade. My favorite. Especially when I am already masquerading. As myself.... hahaha. Ah.... so amusing. And what is this? Demonmaster indeed... I may have to invite this charming man to a private interview. Hmmm..."
Looking down from the tallest point available at the Masquerade is a woman dressed all in black wearing a Raven feathered mask to complete an elaborate feathered cloak resembling dark folded wings. Although the mask is held in one hand to obscure her face, her lips curled in a smile can be seen in what could almost be considered the most cliche evil villain smile known if that top spot had not already been granted many times over.
Looking down from the tallest point available at the Masquerade is a woman dressed all in black wearing a Raven feathered mask to complete an elaborate feathered cloak resembling dark folded wings. Although the mask is held in one hand to obscure her face, her lips curled in a smile can be seen in what could almost be considered the most cliche evil villain smile known if that top spot had not already been granted many times over.
Blade Kuroda
Everything seemed hazy as Shun found himself awakening. Opening his eyes slowly, he found himself rather disoriented as he quickly realized he wasn't anywhere he had been before. If anything, he would have thought he'd be awakening in a hospital, but he wasn't even inside as far as he could tell. Sitting up, he placed a hand on his head while looking around. It didn't look like he was even in the same city.
Furrowing his brow, he went on and pushed himself to his feet, trying to call what had happened. The most he could remember at the moment was that a fight had broken out, but that alone didn't explain a whole lot. There was also the fact that he felt perfectly fine physically. The likelihood of him getting out of that fight without a scratch wasn't too big and all.
He didn't think he had died back there. This certainly didn't look like... an afterlife, certainly not Hell.
No. It looked like a market district of some city he had never been to before. It was fairly well lit, despite being at night, and what caught his attention some more was that there were a number of people wearing masks all around. This didn't help a whole lot with his confusion, leading him to believe that he may be dreaming... maybe.
In any case, he supposed it might be good to try and find out more of where the hell he was in the first place. Maybe then, he'd have a better idea of what happened.
With a sort of grimace, he ran his hand through his hair, then went on deeper into the marketplace to see what he could find out.
Furrowing his brow, he went on and pushed himself to his feet, trying to call what had happened. The most he could remember at the moment was that a fight had broken out, but that alone didn't explain a whole lot. There was also the fact that he felt perfectly fine physically. The likelihood of him getting out of that fight without a scratch wasn't too big and all.
He didn't think he had died back there. This certainly didn't look like... an afterlife, certainly not Hell.
No. It looked like a market district of some city he had never been to before. It was fairly well lit, despite being at night, and what caught his attention some more was that there were a number of people wearing masks all around. This didn't help a whole lot with his confusion, leading him to believe that he may be dreaming... maybe.
In any case, he supposed it might be good to try and find out more of where the hell he was in the first place. Maybe then, he'd have a better idea of what happened.
With a sort of grimace, he ran his hand through his hair, then went on deeper into the marketplace to see what he could find out.
Luna_et_Noctis
"Hello young man! It seems you have yet to find a mask this evening! Come, inspect the fine wares of Melin, the metal worker," a woman wearing a silver moon-shaped mask called to him. She motioned for him to approach a figure in a sun mask surrounded by a small knot of people. They stood admiring the workmanship of the finery, with several of the more affluent members discussing his possible price.
Blade Kuroda
If anything, Shun supposed it was a good sign he was somewhere where he could understand the language. That didn't provide a great deal of relief to him, however. Looking over the masked woman that had approached him a little warily, his gaze flicked over towards the one she motioned to. The masks seemed nice and all, but he wasn't exactly here to buy anything.
Not that he really knew why he was there in the first place.
"I'm not interested," he said plainly.
Though, with the amount of masked people going around, he had to wonder if there was some sort of festival happening at the moment. Either that, or that was just the fashion of the place, he supposed.
Not that he really knew why he was there in the first place.
"I'm not interested," he said plainly.
Though, with the amount of masked people going around, he had to wonder if there was some sort of festival happening at the moment. Either that, or that was just the fashion of the place, he supposed.
Luna_et_Noctis
The woman did not pressure him, her shoulders slightly rising to show her relent. "I won't press you, sir. If you change your mind though," she gracefully motioned behind her, "you know where I am."
She continued to direct the attention of the crowd towards Meilin and his wares with slow but deliberate grace. The way she moved was slightly strange, almost unnerving, if watched for too long. A careful observer would note that her head and neck moved very little, if at all. However, the slow, constant motion of her arms disguised it, to a point, from the average party-goer.
She continued to direct the attention of the crowd towards Meilin and his wares with slow but deliberate grace. The way she moved was slightly strange, almost unnerving, if watched for too long. A careful observer would note that her head and neck moved very little, if at all. However, the slow, constant motion of her arms disguised it, to a point, from the average party-goer.
Blade Kuroda
In the very least, Shun was glad that the woman didn't try to pressure him towards the booth selling the masks. Dealing with a persistent salesman was not something he really wanted to do right now. However, he did not walk off just yet, as he figured the masked woman might be able to provide a little more information on his whereabouts. Her movements were rather odd, which was something he picked up as he watched her move and direct people towards the booth.
"There is one thing, though, you may be able to help me with," he said quietly while staring at her, "I would appreciate it if you could give me the location of this place."
If he had a name, he could find out more. It would be more ideal if he knew of the place, but the chances of that were rather slim.
"There is one thing, though, you may be able to help me with," he said quietly while staring at her, "I would appreciate it if you could give me the location of this place."
If he had a name, he could find out more. It would be more ideal if he knew of the place, but the chances of that were rather slim.
Luna_et_Noctis
Beneath her mask, Lamia winced. "Ooohhh... I see. You have just arrived..." Carefully turning to make certain Meilin was still surrounded by customers, she removed her sash from her satchel, and slid the mask off of her face. Shaking her head to smooth her hair, she smiled at the man.
While she had only been in the city for several days, she had managed to get a general idea of where she was, or, at least where she was not.
"This place's name is the Fortress Cerxes, I believe. From what I have gathered, this place is an alternate dimension that sometimes people fall into," she responded. "Have you seen that we are on a floating island yet?"
Blade Kuroda
For a moment, the man's brow furrowed at the woman's initial response. The elaboration of it didn't provide a great deal of help either. Shun got that people sometimes ended up on this realm by chance, but that didn't say much for how he got here. Somehow, he didn't think that getting shoved through a portal was all that plausible considering what he recalled before his arrival.
"A floating island? Well that's just great," he repeated with a frown. No, he hadn't gotten that much yet, but that was an interesting tidbit. It did provide a rather tricky and potentially troublesome problem of how to get down... if there even was a down.
"I don't suppose you happen to know how most people end up here, do you?"
"A floating island? Well that's just great," he repeated with a frown. No, he hadn't gotten that much yet, but that was an interesting tidbit. It did provide a rather tricky and potentially troublesome problem of how to get down... if there even was a down.
"I don't suppose you happen to know how most people end up here, do you?"
Luna_et_Noctis
She shook her head, not meeting his eyes. "No... everyone I've asked seems... evasive. I could hazard a guess as to why I'm here, but what are guesses worth?" She shrugged as she adjusted a black piece of cloth on her face and carefully slid the mask on again, flinching as as the metal brushed her ear. She quickly pulled her hair over her ears to hide any sign of her discomfort.
Blade Kuroda
That answer was certainly less than satisfactory and it showed on Shun's expression. If people were being secretive about how people arrive, something had to be amiss. Normally he wouldn't really give a damn, but he was a part of this. He was stuck on a crowded floating island and he didn't even know how he got there. This was starting off rather pleasantly for him.
Having glanced away towards the other people in the crowd when the mask slide, he missed the little slip up there.
"Well damn then," he frowned, "I guess people don't really say how to get out of this place too for that matter."
Having glanced away towards the other people in the crowd when the mask slide, he missed the little slip up there.
"Well damn then," he frowned, "I guess people don't really say how to get out of this place too for that matter."
Luna_et_Noctis
"No, not to me at least. But, I have only been here a few days myself, and have spoken to relatively few. You may have better luck than I have had with finding answers if you continue to ask around." She nodded once. "Good luck sir; I hope you find the answers you are looking for." Lamia decided to leave "and so many others" off of her closing sentence to avoid sounding discouraging. Dropping a small, straight-backed curtsy, she turned from the man and resumed advising the crowd to inspect Meilin's finery.
Ensia
Through the crowd a dark figure walked without purpose. Pahkakino had found far more intelligence here than his first impression assumed, and thanks to that, he'd been able to get a better idea of the place. A mask of fashioned wood, turned black in the heat of flames and carved with glowing red runes covered most of his face. It amused the demon that no one took notice of him. 'Well, not as one ought to.' he chuckled silently. His lily white eyes watched the festivities, even as his heart was heavy.He was dead. He knew it for fact, and yet the ruby demon couldn't help but wish he were alive. His mate would be at his side, along with his favorite son and daughter. He knew Thrandwe was dead as well, along with her mother, but his son, Kyerlusen was still alive.
Shaking his head, turning his thoughts away from the family he left behind, Pahkakino stalked through the busy square once more, searching the minds of those present looking for information that could give him any idea of how to get off this plane.
The disgruntled thoughts of one young man caught Pahkakino's attention. Looking around, he spied the man, unmasked, finishing a conversation with a young woman in a silver mask. Keeping his wings tucked close to his back, and his tail out from underfoot, the red demon moved the fringes of the loud crowd and began to approach the young human.
Blade Kuroda
"Thank you.. I guess," grumbled the human as the woman went on to continue her work. In the very least, he supposed it was a good thing that he managed to get some info out of that. He at least had a little more to work with here.
Frowning, Shun took a moment to try and figure out where he should go from here. It was probably safe to assume that he wouldn't get much from asking random patrons in the streets. Perhaps there was some tavern somewhere that he could try and find some more information. However, he quickly realized one issue. Being in a different plane, there was a fair chance that the money he had wasn't really worth anything, which would leave buying information out as an option.
As he started to move elsewhere, hoping to find a less crowded part of town so he could think more clearly, he noticed someone approaching him out of the corner of his eyes. Turning, Shun just saw a demon drawing near. Though, he didn't say anything just yet, as he didn't know what the nature of this approach was all about.
Frowning, Shun took a moment to try and figure out where he should go from here. It was probably safe to assume that he wouldn't get much from asking random patrons in the streets. Perhaps there was some tavern somewhere that he could try and find some more information. However, he quickly realized one issue. Being in a different plane, there was a fair chance that the money he had wasn't really worth anything, which would leave buying information out as an option.
As he started to move elsewhere, hoping to find a less crowded part of town so he could think more clearly, he noticed someone approaching him out of the corner of his eyes. Turning, Shun just saw a demon drawing near. Though, he didn't say anything just yet, as he didn't know what the nature of this approach was all about.
Ensia
Stopping short of the dark-haired human, Pahkakino smiled easily, "I overheard your conversation with the lady," he gestured with a clawed hand towards the girl hawking other festival goers, "It seems the culture of this place is 'polite evasion,' especially the subject of past lives." Ruffling his wings, the red demon looked at the man, white eyes glowing behind his rune-scribed mask, "I don't know about you, but I know that on my home plane, I died. If this is the afterlife, then welcome." he shrugged, "But I doubt it."
Blade Kuroda
For a moment, Shun's eyes narrowed at the thought of eavesdropping, but quite frankly, nothing said earlier was really at all a secret. Relaxing a little with that in mind, it also seemed that this demon had a little more input on the people here, as well as what had happened to himself. If what was said was true, then it meant that death was one way for people to arrive, making one of his previous conclusions more plausible. It would explain some the evasive nature of the people here regarding this subject, he supposed.
It would probably help if he could remember a few more details regarding the conflict he had been in before his arrival.
"If it is, it's not exactly the sort of afterlife I would have envisioned," he murmured, "Not that I had anything in particular in mind."
It would probably help if he could remember a few more details regarding the conflict he had been in before his arrival.
"If it is, it's not exactly the sort of afterlife I would have envisioned," he murmured, "Not that I had anything in particular in mind."
Ensia
"Me neither," Pahkakino smiled, "Demons don't teach or for most part, even believe in an afterlife." he looked around at the masked faces, "It's likely not talked about, but I plan to leave this plane. My mate is not here, so I will be going to look for her. What about you? Keen on staying or going?"
Regardless of the person, Pahkakino had never been one to hide his intentions, and if he could get a few allies to help him research and study, then so much the better.
Blade Kuroda
The demon seemed to be a little more outgoing than himself, to just be able to walk up to some stranger and reveal a number of things about himself. Shun didn't intend to tell much, outside of the basics.
"If I can find a way out, I'll go," he grumbled. Though, if he had died, then where would he go? Was it even possible to return home at this point? In any case... he would like to know what had happened. He knew at least one person he cared about had been involved in the conflict. It would be relieving if he could find out what became of them.
"If I can find a way out, I'll go," he grumbled. Though, if he had died, then where would he go? Was it even possible to return home at this point? In any case... he would like to know what had happened. He knew at least one person he cared about had been involved in the conflict. It would be relieving if he could find out what became of them.
Ensia
Nodding, Pahkakino grinned, showing a fang, "Well, I intend to get out, if you're on this rock, I'll let you know what I find. The more the merrier right?" Feeling the magic stirring in the darkness beyond the civilized square made the demon anxious to fly; to bend it to his will.
'A tower. Yes, a little fortress where I can study.' Pahkakino thought happily.
"Enjoy the festival." he grinned at the human, "Get a mask or you'll have bad luck." Turning, his two pronged tail flicking at his heels, Pahkakino made his way towards the edge of the fortress.
Blade Kuroda
"Thanks, I appreciate it," Shun said with a slight nod. A part of him was still wary of the demon, as he seemed possibly a little too friendly and willing to help. Something in the back of his mind was raising some flags that the guy might be wanting something from him, though he really couldn't tell what it could be at this moment. He supposed that if he ran into him later on, he'd find out what that would be.
"Heh. Right," he murmured in regards to the mask and bad luck. If luck was really much of a factor, he already had a healthy dose of poor luck right now anyway, considering he was stuck on some floating island and having possibly died to get there.
"Heh. Right," he murmured in regards to the mask and bad luck. If luck was really much of a factor, he already had a healthy dose of poor luck right now anyway, considering he was stuck on some floating island and having possibly died to get there.
RADI0 Mouse
𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆
It had been hours since Amelia first arrived on the Plane of Serendipity - a place she had dubbed "Floating Island" in her ignorance - and she was getting weary of being alone. It was one thing to have a dream about dying, which was something not entirely foreign to the veteran Airship Captain and Sky Pirate, but it was another entirely to wake up from one of those dreams in a place she'd never seen before.
She had been tempted to call out for Connor, her First Mate, or Morrison, the doctor, or maybe even Walt, the ratty little stowaway who'd promised her dirty on Conroy, but something in her told her she would not be finding her crew or the Eboreus anywhere nearby.
Amelia relaxed her grip on her rapier and sheathed her steamlock pistol, giving up on caution entirely. If this was the Afterlife, whatever that was, then she couldn't die again; if it was a dream, she'd wake up and be in the thick of it with her boys again; if it wasn't a dream and it wasn't the Afterlife, maybe dying would send her back home. But what in the bloody hell is this place? Amelia wondered, running a hand through her sun-bleached wavy brown hair. It's like something out of one of those Fairy Books Victoria liked to have me read...
She wandered for a while, halfheartedly convincing herself she was looking for a local to explain to her what in the blazes was going on, but knowing she had given up hope on some level.
And then it caught her eye - or her ear, first, and, lead by said ear, her eye.
It looked like a Marketplace - like the Port of Sandburr Off Cliffs just outside of her home port. But this was colossal in size compared to the humble market of Sandburr, and it had the atmosphere of a Carnevale the likes of which were seen in Venice.
Drawing near, Amelia cautiously inched into the crowd, immediately being swept up and jostled about. It took a fair amount of her self-control not to draw her blade and fight back out to where she could breathe, but she remembered that this was a party atmosphere, she was nowhere near Conroy's dogs and if they'd managed to follow her somehow, she'd either be dead or welcome the chance to blame them somehow for whatever the hell had happened to her.
After enough time in the jostling bodies to figure a way out of the crowd, Amelia stood, gasping and a bit wild-eyed, at the edge of the crowd, by a booth of masks. Someone had slipped her one - a shorter Bauta made of simple leather with copper rivets and simple golden gilding. Somehow, just perfect for her current clothing.
Amelia eyed the mask, turned it about, quietly admired the craftsmanship and - noticing some rather bad-looking glances turned towards her by masked party-goers - promptly donned the mask. It was lighter than she had expected, and brought about an unexpected change. The Captain suspected some type of drug or chemical, but on some level she knew...
Masks were made for this. For dance, for romance, for carnivals, for mischief - for mystery.
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Lita had been walking for a short time and she was sure of one thing, it was nothing like home. If something or someone tried to attack her there were no tall buildings to hide behind, no where to run.
She tugged her hat down tighter and kept walking.She kept tugging her hat down until she could barely see. Demon let a growl within her. Lita hadn't been expecting his commentary and jumped.
"Hey, Stupid! Why are you fidgeting so much?" Demon asked from inside her mind, she let out a sigh.
"I...I don't like it here. I want to go home." She said quietly, Demon scoffed.
"Sorry, no can do. I don't have the power at the moment, 'sides, it might be fun here. Home? Stupid, did you hit your head when you fell? Thatplace is not our home. We have no home except for that burning barrel we found last week, and that is probably long gone now." Demon said calmly, Lita felt him relax but she was still tense. She tugged her hat back into place and looked up.
"Hey, Demon? What's with the commotion over there?" Lita whispered as she pointed to a jumbled mess of people.
"No clue, Stupid. Go check it out." He told her, she stiffened and curled her hands into the pockets of her jacket.
Lita kept walking until she reached the outermost perimeter of the group of people. They were all wearing masks, some with beautiful colors and others that reminder her of the scary men in the alleyways. She looked at their dress and she felt out of place and dirty. They looked so happy and full while Lita couldn't exactly remember the last time she didn't have to fight for a meal.
She hung her head and kept moving and observing until she came upon a broken merchant stand and she circled it twice before she deemed it safe and hid underneath it.
"Stupid, this isn't home. We aren't being hunted and these people maybe nice? Yeah, nice and kind and stuff. Get out there, Stupid! At least find something to eat!" He told her sternly, her stomach made an approving noise at the mention of food.
Lita pulled her hat down and curled into a ball.
"I don't know what is going on and it scares me. I don't like this." She whispered, she knew how to survive on the streets. You stayed out of everyone's business and fought tooth and nail.
"Stupid, it's a masquerade. A party." Demon said softly, trying to coax the girl.
"I don't like it." She said firmly, indicating that they were not moving until she wanted to.
Demon let out a loud growl that came from outside Lita. Anyone that was in a foot radius of that broken cart hi-tailed it out of there.
"Stupid."
RADI0 Mouse
𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆
Amelia moved through the crowd, dancing - or at least, dancing to the best of her ability - and running into the odd party goer. But no one seemed to mind, much, and the Captain was having the most fun she'd had since... well, since she could remember.
No Conroy, no Eboreus, no army dogs to kill, no men of hers dying before her eyes, no more fights with Connor about if her mission was too dangerous... no more Victoria.
What am I doing here? Amelia stood still in the crowd, oblivious to the dancers who pushed her about. Thoughts of Victoria ran through her mind, where was she? What was she doing? Was she in danger? What if Conroy was there?
I can't breathe...! Amelia forced her way out of the crowd once more, moving to the sidelines by an abandoned cart far from anyone wearing a mask. The woman leaned against the side of it, too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice the girl hiding beneath the cart, at first. Oh, Vicky... I'm so sorry...
Her strength left her and Amelia, no longer fuelled by a burning desire to protect her sister - now out of reach - and no longer held up by some strange and sudden ecstasy - which now made her feel guilty, slid to the ground, drawing her knees to her chest. She set her head on her knees, watching the people.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement and looked - and shot up and backed away as fast as she could.
"Bloody-!" Amelia exclaimed, before realizing the figure she saw huddled under the wreckage of the cart was just a child. With a rather strange looking hat, though on some level the battle-hardened captain found it cute. "I'm sorry, little one, I didn't mean to startle you."
She removed her mask, but at hearing the gasps around her from the other party goers, quickly replaced it - this was a foreign land and not obeying customs could cause her no end of trouble. Slowly, she inched towards the girl, concerned. "Are you alright?"
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●Where am I?>> What a curious place for me to dream of. It seems so....real.
●Chlera was too tired and hungry to try to ask whether this was a dream or not.She got up and looked around. Her surroundings were breath-taking; there were people walking up and down the streets and beautiful houses everywhere. She sighed and looked up. Her mouth dropped a few centimeters, it was the most magnificent sky she could have ever imagined. Like all the shades of blue,purple, and pink put together... It felt magical.
She remembered the feeling she got when she walked inside the old, sacred oak in her forest, it was the same as looking at this sky.
Chlera tore her eyes of the sky and to the streets. It seemed like everyone was wearing masks! As she got closer, she noticed another girl who wasn't wearing a mask. Human...She looks older than me. She stepped closer and saw the girl slip a mask on.Chlera tried to follow her, she needed answers. Someone stopped her and shoved a mask in her hands. Chlera looked at the mask, she glanced toward the girl and noticed people glaring at her. She quickly put on her mask and continued her pursuit.
_striped__wolf_
"Stupid, don't be like this. We need something to eat." Demon said softly from within the girls head. She didn't even acknowledge him."I mean it! What if someone tries to get you? Then I would have to do something." Demon said trying to reason with the child, she didn't respond.
"Stupid! Get up! We need to move! If you are so damn afraid of people, then we need to move, someone is comin' near us!" Demon said in a whisper directly into the girls ear. He had sensed a woman moving close and wondered if she was daft, didn't she see the people flee this area? Lita shivered and shifted, she mumbled something that a human wouldn't have caught but Demon did, "I don't believe you."
"...Suit your self." He said softy before being quiet and watching what would unfold.
Lita heard someone yell and she bolted upright, if she had been any taller she would have hit her head on the bottom of the broken stand. She was very confused, the lady looked just as lost as she was, but the lady was better at hiding it.
Lita made a nodding movement.
"D-Demon! What do I do?" She screamed in her head, he laughed.
"Oh, I donno, say something?"
Lita frowned and looked down. She fought the fear to run and looked up and gave a soft, frightened smile and waved, but made no movement to move from her spot.
"I said speak, Stupid!" Demon chided from inside her mind, Lita could have glared at him.
"Now you are being the dumb one, Demon. If I act like I can't talk, I might be able to tell what she's gonna do next." Lita thought to her partner, he made a scoffing noise.
"Or you'll just confuse the poor chick."
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●Where am I?>>Dammit, I lost her.
●There's too many people, I'll never find her. Chlera had been hoping to talk to the girl, she seemed new to this place too. Chlera put her hood on and walked swiftly through a dark alley.What a strange place.Chlera stopped dead in her tracks.No,it can't beShe wasn't sure, but she thought she saw elvish writing on a nearby wall. She went back a couple of steps to examine the writing closer. She ran her fingers over the writing, making it glow softly at her touch. This made her remember the first time she read a book. Chlera closed her eyes and dreamt of that day...
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●Mother was handing me an old book, at the time I was 4 so my small hands had trouble holding such a big book.Dragons And Faeries;The Oldest Magical Creatures Still Alive the book was called. I stared at the golden letters engraved on the old leather. I traced over the swirly letters,and they gave a bright glow. I giggled happily and showed the cover to my mom. She smiled and told me; "Elvish writing is magical.When an elf touches it, it glows. The brighter the glow, the newer the writing, it's how we remember when something was written."
●The memory stopped and Chlera opened her eyes. She studied the letters and the glow carefully.Dragon. That's all it said.No, wait, there was an arrow pointing to the right. She glanced down in that direction. Just a normal street, no dragons. Still Chlera continued down the street in the hope to finally see a dragon.
●Dragons, the most beautiful, graceful, and dangerous magical creatures still alive... Under her mask, Chlera smiled.
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●Where am I?>>Dammit, I lost her.
●There's too many people, I'll never find her. Chlera had been hoping to talk to the girl, she seemed new to this place too. Chlera put her hood on and walked swiftly through a dark alley.What a strange place.Chlera stopped dead in her tracks.No,it can't beShe wasn't sure, but she thought she saw elvish writing on a nearby wall. She went back a couple of steps to examine the writing closer. She ran her fingers over the writing, making it glow softly at her touch. This made her remember the first time she read a book. Chlera closed her eyes and dreamt of that day...
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●Mother was handing me an old book, at the time I was 4 so my small hands had trouble holding such a big book.Dragons And Faeries;The Oldest Magical Creatures Still Alive the book was called. I stared at the golden letters engraved on the old leather. I traced over the swirly letters,and they gave a bright glow. I giggled happily and showed the cover to my mom. She smiled and told me; "Elvish writing is magical.When an elf touches it, it glows. The brighter the glow, the newer the writing, it's how we remember when something was written."
●The memory stopped and Chlera opened her eyes. She studied the letters and the glow carefully.Dragon. That's all it said.No, wait, there was an arrow pointing to the right. She glanced down in that direction. Just a normal street, no dragons. Still Chlera continued down the street in the hope to finally see a dragon.
●Dragons, the most beautiful, graceful, and dangerous magical creatures still alive... Under her mask, Chlera smiled.
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●Could it really be?>>Could it be dragons?
●Chlera ran down the narrow alley full of hope. All her life she had wanted to see a dragon.If only mother was here to see them with me.More elvish letters brought her closer to the beasts. Finally, she reached the final arrow. Chlera gapped in wonder at majestic dragons.It really is!
"Dragons!" squealed Chlera. Nothing but the sky was as beautiful as them. There were all shapes, sizes, and colors! She removed her mask and sat down to watch the creatures. She wondered why nobody glared at her.I guess I'm allowed to take it off here.
Chlera looked down at her lap, where, instead of her plain wooden mask,lay the most beautiful mask she'd ever seen. An old man sat next to her and gesture politely for her to try the mask. Chlera nodded and carefully adjusted it to her face. The old man nodded happily and told her; "Keep it, it was meant for you,". Chlera was about to protest when one of the dragon gave out a moan of pain. She got up to see what was wrong.
One of the young dragons had injured its wing and was now wimpering and limping towards its' mother.The poor thing.At least its' mother is there for him.
●Chlera had asked around and had found out that this place was called Serendipity and that she was indeed not dreaming. She had refused this to be the truth, but in the end she could only accept it. She walked back to the dragons, thinking about her home and friends...Will I ever see them again? Trying not to think about that, she began studying the mask. It was carved perfectly to fit her face. The edges were swirly and golden and shone brightly. The eye slits were narrow and rough and the old man had added some purple eye shadow and golden eye liner. The cheeks were a pale pink and the mouth a deep crimson. She touched the wood softly and thought: Oak, just like those at home. She didn't long for home now, all she needed was this mask. Chlera looked for a name on the mask, but when she found one she was shocked. It said Beromeh. Beromeh had been her neighbour up until a few months ago, when he died. Chlera blinked over and over again, try to remember his face. Exactly like that old man's.
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●Could it really be?>>Could it be dragons?
●Chlera ran down the narrow alley full of hope. All her life she had wanted to see a dragon.If only mother was here to see them with me.More elvish letters brought her closer to the beasts. Finally, she reached the final arrow. Chlera gapped in wonder at majestic dragons.It really is!
"Dragons!" squealed Chlera. Nothing but the sky was as beautiful as them. There were all shapes, sizes, and colors! She removed her mask and sat down to watch the creatures. She wondered why nobody glared at her.I guess I'm allowed to take it off here.
Chlera looked down at her lap, where, instead of her plain wooden mask,lay the most beautiful mask she'd ever seen. An old man sat next to her and gesture politely for her to try the mask. Chlera nodded and carefully adjusted it to her face. The old man nodded happily and told her; "Keep it, it was meant for you,". Chlera was about to protest when one of the dragon gave out a moan of pain. She got up to see what was wrong.
One of the young dragons had injured its wing and was now wimpering and limping towards its' mother.The poor thing.At least its' mother is there for him.
●Chlera had asked around and had found out that this place was called Serendipity and that she was indeed not dreaming. She had refused this to be the truth, but in the end she could only accept it. She walked back to the dragons, thinking about her home and friends...Will I ever see them again? Trying not to think about that, she began studying the mask. It was carved perfectly to fit her face. The edges were swirly and golden and shone brightly. The eye slits were narrow and rough and the old man had added some purple eye shadow and golden eye liner. The cheeks were a pale pink and the mouth a deep crimson. She touched the wood softly and thought: Oak, just like those at home. She didn't long for home now, all she needed was this mask. Chlera looked for a name on the mask, but when she found one she was shocked. It said Beromeh. Beromeh had been her neighbour up until a few months ago, when he died. Chlera blinked over and over again, try to remember his face. Exactly like that old man's.
Katherdante
Meilin was very distracted, but he kept an eye on the woman donning his mask. He frowned slightly when he saw her take off the mask. However, she made no move to run off with it so he contenued speaking with the party-goers. The other masks he had on him were fine, but not as detailed as the sun and moon so the people that could afford the masks were interested in buying something custom... then they got into the other kinds of jewelry and things he made. He would be making quite a few house calls tomorrow to follow up with potential customers. Overall he felt a sense of satisfaction. His work was being well received and he was being showered with attention. As it should be.
Blade Kuroda
Weaving on through the crowds, Shun at least managed to get to a little slower paced area of the market district. While they could be useful for a number of things now and then, he really did not enjoy being in crowded areas all that much. There were just too many things going on and well... just too many people in general. Ever since he parted ways with the one demon, he hadn't really been speaking to anyone else, which was fine with him.
He doubted most of the others around had anything remotely insightful anyway.
With his hands in his pockets, he glanced around. If he had a better idea of the layout of this place, he'd probably have a better time but this wasn't the case. He felt that he was going to need to try and do a bit of planning to figure out his next course of action. The shift had just been so abrupt that it kind of put him on an off game.
He was going to need to try and sort out what he knew first as well as some of the possibilities surrounding his situation.
He doubted most of the others around had anything remotely insightful anyway.
With his hands in his pockets, he glanced around. If he had a better idea of the layout of this place, he'd probably have a better time but this wasn't the case. He felt that he was going to need to try and do a bit of planning to figure out his next course of action. The shift had just been so abrupt that it kind of put him on an off game.
He was going to need to try and sort out what he knew first as well as some of the possibilities surrounding his situation.
RADI0 Mouse
𝖆 𝖒 𝖊 𝖑 𝖎 𝖆
The girl said nothing, but managed a shaky smile and waved sheepishly at Amelia, who leaned over the cart a bit concerned. Her eyebrows furrowed behind her mask, but she kept her voice gentle and light.
"Where are you parents, little one?" She asked, crouching down to get closer to the girl. "You're quite brave to be here all on your own." The statement was only half-flattery, whoever was brave enough to be around this masquerade sans escort was more brave than Amelia felt she was. But strong façades were in her job description.
As a habit, her hand moved towards the hilt of her rapier, but she realized what message that might send and withdrew her hand slightly. She belted the snap shut on the sheath, securing the blade in place with an extra strap - originally designed to keep the weapon from falling out should she be engaged in an steamjet dogfight - and laying her hands softly on her lap. Oh, please don't get scared - I feel terrible enough as it is making her jump like that... Amelia smiled behind her mask, trying to feel as comfortable and warm as she portrayed.
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Lita stiffened as the lady moved closer.
"B-Bubble...Space!" Lita thought to Demon, he made no reply. She was on her own.
"I, erm..." She began but cleared her voice.
"I h-have none, Miss. Parents, I mean." Lita said in the most stable voice she could muster. It was still shaky but not as bad as she thought it would have been.
"Don't you have to be brave to be dead?" Lita thought to Demon, he just sighed.
"You are asleep?!" She thought, he made no more noise.
Lita focused back in time to see the woman touch what seemed to be a sword of some sort. Lita shot back into the wooden frame. She winced at the contact it made with her back but stared in plain confusion as the lady snapped the thing into place.
"Stupid, she isn't gonna hurt us. Stop being such a mouse." Demon thought back to her with a growl. She didn't say anything back.
Lita quickly scanned the area, only one other opening out of the stand, but she didn't think she could fit. Lita settled for sitting back down and staring at the lady, curious but ready to run if needed.
Hey, Demon? ...What if she notices my eyes?" Lita thought to her partner, ignoring the urge to tug her hat down. She was very insecure about them, the one thing she truly regretted about making a deal with him. Her eyes used to be a clear blue, now they were a snotty, green, the eyes of a cat. Her eyes were the reason people in her own world tended to fear her.
Most demons if they took on a vessel wanted it to be a secret. Demon on the other hand took great pride in his true form and there full altered his vessel to fit his tastes.
"Hope she don't, Stupid. If she does, hope that she doesn't do anything rash."
Finoewae
Light.
It shocked her because the last thing she had felt, or could remember was the damp cool of night. It was cold...wet...dark. It had to be. Why was it light, so suddenly-
Teagan opened her eyes quickly, almost paralyzed in fear. The surface she lay on was strange, the sounds slowly intruding her ears, the bright light reflecting...everything was wrong.
She forced herself to stand, and quickly checked herself. I'm not injured...I'm ok...
Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings... a strange plaza with a bustling community. A colorful marketplace all surrounding the extravagant fountain in the center. It was so bright....so overwhelming.
She was still in a panic as she took a step closer tot he fountain. By now she'd decided that this wasn't a dream. Not by how clear her senses were. Maybe I was drugged...I can't even remember...
To add to her fear, no one seemed to bat an eye that she'd appeared. She tried to make eye contact with someone, anyone, but they carried on as if she'd always been there.
NO!
She reached down. Her dagger was missing. And so was the ring.
Teagan ran towards the tents. She found a small alley, and sat in the shade it provided, shivering and mumbling to herself.
Jalil
After the fiasco earlier, Sadye thought a walk in the marketplace would be just the thing to clear her head. This city was so much like her Sigil, and that one man had even said that Sigil connected here...but no, those were thoughts for later. For now she was going to relax and enjoy being in a city that like her Sigil didn't mind a clearly fiendish woman wandering around.
Shortly into her walk she stumbled across the masquerade. Interesting, she'd heard of such events, but never actually attended one. Those sort of events were generally reserved for the Lady's Ward, not the Bazaar or the Hive. There was just one problem. She had no mask.
As she was walking along pondering this predicament she heard a crier calling out that there was a mask maker nearby. Well, maybe she would be in luck then. She sat off to find this Meilin, who thankfully was easy to find. Not so easy to actually speak to. There were several waiting ahead of her. Well, she supposed, she would have to be patient for the moment.
Ensia
Landing abruptly on the main platform of Fortress Cerxes, Pahkakino turned his white eyes on the chaotic sky, baring equally white fangs. It seemed with the movement of his soul and body to his new plane, his magic was not working as it should. There was plenty of loose magic and matter for him to work with, and all he wanted was a simple tower. "It's not like I'm trying for a.... mansion." Thoughts of his own home back in Abyss, made the tall demon hiss in pain. His tail lashed at the stone underfoot, making loud cracks in the festive air. He dearly missed his mate. Walking towards the party once more, Pahkakino opened his mind to the thoughts of those nearest him.
'Something light and distracting, please.' He thought, his black hair swaying between his slightly extended wings.
There was nothing, and no one familiar here. A shine of silver in the firelight caught his eye. For the span of one beat of his heart, Pahkakino believed it was Kyerlusen, his favorite son. But no. It was only the girl in the silver moon mask. She was doing well for her employer. There was a line of people waiting to speak with the diminutive male in the sun mask. There were too many people and smells around for the demon to sort out the girl's race, but then, there were many people here whose race Pahkakino could only hazard some very far-fetched guesses.
A small smirk graced his face. "Telepathy has its uses," he muttered under his breath. Shrugging, he approached the girl in the silver mask.
"You should be paid your weight in gold for your work." he smiled at her, then nodded to the gathered crowd.
RADI0 Mouse
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Seeing the girl rocket backwards when she touched the hilt of her sword, Amelia raised her hands gently and backed a few steps away, staying crouched.
"Sorry, sorry! It's a habit of mine to rest my hand there, I've no intention of hurting you." She said, cooing her words. Slowly, keeping eye contact with the girl, she removed her belt. "You say you've no parents?"
Poor girl, already an orphan? Amelia's eyes softened as she looked at the girl. But she would not pity her - she'd been an orphan herself in kind at the age of 8, her mother having never been permitted to show her any kindness but to bring her to the Palace in tow, and she would not have appreciated pity. No, solidarity instead. Respect for her ability to survive and continue moving.
"You want some company? I'm alone here, too." She said, playing with the copper rivets on her belt. She would never admit it, but she hoped the girl would allow her to stay - being alone all of a sudden in this place was terrifying. From the heat of battle to a strange masquerade - even Amelia would get light-headed from the change.
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Lita watched at the woman moved her hands away from her sword. Demon snorted from within."She isn't any threat to us, Stupid." He said indifferently, Lita didn't respond to him but to woman when she asked about her parents.
"I..." Lita began, wondering how to explain her parents, "I was walking in the street and saw a headline that read that they were murdered, then I got here." Lita said quietly, she loved her parents even if they were a bit strange. She messed with her hat for a moment before speaking again.
"They...we weren't really close when it happened."
"Smart girl, Stupid! Half-truths." Demon thought to her proudly, Lita gave a small smile.
Lita thought it over a bit, she was alone, had no money 'nor any idea what was going on.
"If you would like me to, Miss..." Lita said politely, giving the woman a chance to re-think it if she needed.
Lita tilted he head for a moment before going to reach for the lady's mask but stopped her self and pointed instead.
"What are they for, Miss?" She asked.
"You could have asked me!" Demon thought to her, a small amount angry. If she had questions she was suppose to ask him!
"You would have called me stupid."
"Stupid! I-It's a term of affection in my family." Demon thought, Lita didn't buy it at all.
Luna_et_Noctis
Beneath her mask, Lamia smiled at the compliment and gently curtsied. "You flatter me, sir. Have you managed to get close enough to inspect them yet? They are quite extraordinary."
LadyMatrona
Mandy stood silently, eyeing the strange creature from behind the stone arch. "white eyes?" she questioned to herself. She thought of her own white eyes. the reflection she saw when the other Mandy was in control. She'd always wondered way that one had white eyes.
She had also seen them, not long ago, on the faces of the creatures who chased her down and sent her her. "is he one of them?" she whispered under her breath.
"One of what?" asked the impatient voice in the back of her head. "The ones who killed us? Don't be stupid, stupid! They didn't have any wings."
Every now and then it was a good thing when Mandy questioned herself aloud. The other, as cold and cruel as she was, was often right. And she was, they hadn't had wings, or dark skin like that. "Maybe he's ok to talk to then. He might know more about white eyes." Mandy thought to herself, this time keeping her thoughts private.
Working up the courage, Mandy stepped out from behind the wall and toward the strange man, walking cautiously to stay behind him.
Luna_et_Noctis
Lamia was on her guard as her eyes traveled over the man's dark set of wings. She had vague recollections of dealing with demons in the past, and not all of them were happy memories. As she smiled and spoke with him, she noticed a small child warily creeping in their direction from behind. Behind her mask, Lamia's brow creased, and prepared herself to lead the man away to Meilin quickly in case she tried to loot his pockets. Lamia could appreciate watching a good fight, but she had no stomach to watch a demon tear out a child's innards.
Luna_et_Noctis
Pahkakino grinned, "I have a mask already, and it suits me well." He tapped his claws against the glowing runes on his simple wooden mask, "But the man has talent for sure, I doubt what little coin I have on me is of value here." his expression turned sober, "I did not leave with much."
Sweeping away from his feet, Pahkakino's two-pronged tail flicked, snake-like over the ground.
Sweeping away from his feet, Pahkakino's two-pronged tail flicked, snake-like over the ground.
Akai awoke to the sounds of a festival. His wounds and burns no longer bothered him as they had healed quite nicely in his sleep. But alas, his clothes could not heal, and his shirt was basically useless. He tore it off and tossed it carelessly behind him. Akai walked down the street, hugging the buildings as he watched the masked festival-goers. It occurred to him that he might require a mask to blend in.