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 Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:45 pm
12-31-2013
The main ballroom was huge and brightly lit, the entire room sparkling from its wooden floors to the crystal chandeliers hanging above to the gleaming whites and gold of the formal Hunter uniforms. The island's two other ballrooms had also been opened for the occasion, one for the enormous buffet, and the other for the younger people on the island to have their fun. The last decade had been truly a time of great innovation, stability, and growth for Deus Ex Machina, and it showed in both the numbers that filled the main building, and in the open contentment and cheer that shone in nearly every face.
Welcome to the Deus Ex Machina New Year's Ball!
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:46 pm
The OOC Your characters now exist in a timeline where the events of 1999 and the war with the Horseman Clans is still at a low level. exclaim PLEASE READ THIS FIRST Things To Know: General- your characters do not remember the canon timeline - if you had a hunter in 1999, you may play them as still alive in the ball - Runic Hunters are still in existence, some choose to stay on-island and do domestic tasks and desk work. Others choose to work on the field, those that survive the first few years generally considered more skilled (and possibly more crazy) than a hunter with a weapon - keep in mind that female Runic Hunters may also bear children - whole families live on the island, the town is large and well-kept with a number of small businesses active - the school is open and relatively full Current Hunter Practices- forced weaponization was halted early on, this means there are fewer weapons available, but Insanity is not a threat (you current hunter may or may not have bonded to their canon weapon, especially if they forced into becoming a weapon) - potential hunters are found much earlier in age (5-16 is the standard range) - those with a good home life are invited to attend Deus as a special summer camp until they are high school age. At that point, they are invited to attend Deus as a sort of boarding school. They must be graduated and 18 or older to be recruited as an actual trainee. Becoming a full hunter isn't considered until they are at least 21 - college is encouraged as a means of keeping trainees socialized within normal human society - those with a poor home life soon find themselves fostered by families that live on the island Current Hunter Leadership- The Council (a group of veteran Hunters elected by the hunters every three years) - The Division Leads (a group of the strongest and most skilled hunters, they come into their position by means of a lethal, secret test) -- Sun Leadership: Allan (Simon assisting) -- Moon Leadership: Jonathan (Edith assisting) -- Mist Leadership: Nkiruka (Aria assisting) -- Death Leadership: ZOOOOOO -- Life Leadership: Velda Delacroix (Dr. Zymyn Harold assisting/canon timeline's Dr. H) -- Runic Leadership: ZOOOOOOOO Current Hunter Background Information:: - Feel free to fill it out for your characters! - http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24162569
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:03 pm
William always looked forward to the island events, it was a chance to get out of the Labs, to get away from the glare of computer screens and constant harassment that Mel represented. It was a chance to let his inner glamour bloom, to let it spread its petals like a delicate and beautiful flower. His intellect was keen and razor sharp, so it only made sense to him that his fashion was too.
In a show of his artistic spirit, he had openly defied expectations, arriving dressed in a shoulderless and finely tailored dress in purple, accentuating his androgyny to the maximum. He'd spent many hours on his makeup and hair even going as far as extensions, determined to toe the line as firmly as he could between the genders, to look flawless and gorgeous.
For the night, he had even endured contact lenses in striking colours, because fashion was worth suffering for, B0nez was nestled on the back of a filigree talisman hung on a slender silver thread around his neck and there was not even an inch of self conciousness or shame as he entered the main ballroom. Every step he took in the lethally high heels was well practised and level, as meticulously precise as the calculations he did every day.
He held out a slender hairless and freckled arm, and offered his hand - nails painted to match the accents of the dress, curled with white filigree patterns themselves - to Harrison.
"Would you like to join me?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:05 pm
Marcus came in like a wrecking ball.
Only not because he was a moon and chances were he'd be forced to fix the hole if he made one.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:55 pm
John would have made Marcus fix any holes in the walls if he'd done that.
He'd bid goodbye to his daughter who had told him that while she had enjoyed seeing him, she had plans to go see her mother and she'd see him in the morning with a potential hangover (He'd frowned and made her promise to both drink a lot of water and sprite to keep that at bay) before he'd kissed her forehead and sent her off.
She looked more like her late mother every day.
With that farewell bid, however, John had kept to his uniform-dress-code he seemed to always keep, even for such a formal occasion as he folded his arms, the thick presence of the silent Ieyasu looming in his head as the Division Lead looked over the room, lips tight as though he was considering how he'd keep the peace if this group....happened.
There wasn't really another word for it - plus a stern eye would help him spot his assistant sooner rather than later.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:28 pm
Taym was rarely seen out of uniform, and had seen no reason to make an exception in the name of formality. He'd eschewed a suit in favor of dress whites, and he'd meant to be fashionably late but had succumbed to the siren call of food. He was beelining for the buffet in the next room, but not before he was caught up in a double take within seconds of stepping in the door. He allowed himself a cat call. "Lookin' good, Reid," he called, pivoting on his heel to address him without actually breaking stride. One day he'd trip over his own feet doing that, but he hadn't yet. "Ditch the Y chromosome and maybe we can talk." As if he'd been invited to talk in the first place.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:31 pm
Seeing his leader arrive Marcus goraned loudly, feeling that he wouldn't be getting away with such and anticts as 'attempt to hit on everyone that was legal'. Still to just ignore the guy or not say anything was just rude. "Hey boss man." Marcus's wave was halfhearted. "Happy uh, new year and stuff. Figured out a resolution yet?" He was bored- and boredom made him feel that he might as well talk to his lead. Kinda Sorta
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:33 pm
Junior arrived looking with a bit of a stuffy expression. At evenly spaced intervals of a few minutes he seemed to find some reason to primp himself. His stony expression was almost edged with self-conscious concern. First he'd run his hands over his goatee, then a few minutes later he'd fluff his hair. After another length pause he smoothed his hands over his coat, all the while trying to seem like these sorts of things were unimportant and frivolous. Where was Ceres? She'd said something about finding her girlfriends... Ohhhh ssssnowflake..You can't give that a rest for one night?Who is that red head? William ssssomething? He's faaaabulous. Mina hissed laughter in her hunter's head, unsummoned in the form of 6 red studs in his left ear. The pale man spotted a familiar mass of man and briskly joined himin an attempt to physically escape the serpentine ghoul in his mind, once more (and more carefully if possible) fixing his coat. The coat was not as fancy as some of those in attendance and in fact looked old and threadbare, but it had been his father's uniform and he only wore it for special occasions. He'd grown into it nicely. "Uncle John.." Junior said formally as he joined the side of the Moon Lead, the closest he had to a living relative. He adjusted his collar now, pulling it away from his neck. "Shaping up to a be a successful night." It had hardly started but if they were being scored on appearances, those involved in planning had outdone themselves again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:42 pm
William gave Taym a smoky framed look and a small smile, bringing his free hand to his chest. "Merci beaucoup monsieur. I am most flattered."
win this ball.>
<<Yeaaaah, speccing all your points in beauty dude, just gonna be imba next to all these scrubs, even the casuals see it, they can't even help it. Only thing'd make it better would be if you had a mount.>> He paused. <>
He gave Taym a wink. "Mayhaps we will talk when you ditch the close minded attitude, no?" It was in jest though, followed up promptly with. "You do so clean up well regardless."
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:47 pm
Marcus's wave was answered with a slow raise of John's brows as he crossed his arms, head tilting slightly to give the young man a suspicious look. "Son, my resolution is to cut down the number of complaints I get about you." he said, smirking slightly at the young man before another young man made his way over - and made John do a slight double take.
Ferdinand Junior's approach had John uncrossing his arms, placing them on his hips instead as he looked the young man over. "Well now, that's a uniform I haven't seen in some time...." he said, smoothing one hand over Junior's shoulder once before patting the same shoulder. "You wear it as well as your old man did, Junior," he smiled before glancing over the room, watching new faces filing in and keeping a hyper aware eye on his little herd of moons. "They definitely try a little bit harder every year to make things better and better," he agreed, finally retracting his hand from the almostbino's shoulder and returning it to his hip.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:59 pm
Maebe had been ready to head in, but she stopped at the door, her head slightly bent as she texted furiously. Her expression was livid, as usual, but everything else about her was impeccable, from the deadly looking heels, to the skimpy, frilly dress she wore. She had stopped at the doorway, because she assumed someone was going to open the door for her. But after a moment, when she realized no one would, she looked up and around, staring at the closest man she could see. Her eyes widened and she gestured, sharply, at the door. Fully expectant of some kind of service - which was rendered, immediately, as the random hunter opened the door for her, and she strolled in. The moment she entered, however, the phone was snapped shut and slid carefully into the crook of her cleavage, before she looked up expectantly - And then rolled her eyes with disappointment. Despite making sure she'd been fashionably late, only a few people were there - and she hated all of them. But she hated almost everyone, so that was an unfair assessment. Still, these were a few particularly special specimens of hate, in front of her. Pin straight hair, pulled back in a complicated style, was brushed off of her shoulder obnoxiously. "Why did I even bother dressing up for this sorry excuse of a party. My God. It's like, the holiday party of a mental institution." Where were her girls? Or anyone worth talking to, for that matter?
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:03 pm
Junior's cheek turned pink and an even rarer softness came to his face in public. He almost smiled to the compliment. It meant a lot coming from John. He'd never admit to putting in just a few more reps at the gym to be able to fill in the coat adequately. "Thanks." Of course with the realization Marcus wasn't far away, his face slipped back into a cool mask. In fact when the Sun looked at Marcus he looked like something in the room smelled vaguely bad. The other was so... flippant. Marcussss so ssssssexy. Mina purred seductively in his mind. "Seen Ceres?" The comment was aimed to John, his head turning to almost deliberately shut Marcus from his vision. His girlfriend was in Moon division as well and Junior hoped that afforded her a bit more favor when it came to the division lead. Not that she needed it really. "She's supposed to meet me."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:22 pm
"Sorry Boss, what I can I say? I like what I like and I'm going to say as much." A tug at his ear had him grinning.
Should you tell him that Old Lady Nelson will probably make a new complaint about you harassing her ward again?
Nah, if I'm lucky she'll have forgotten. And Cass'll be ready for a round two.
Delightful~ But until then-"Hey Ferdy. You look... uh. Okay." He'd look better if he was naked honestly. Not trying as hard.
Sadly."I haven't seen Ceres. If I do though, I'll be sure to give her a kiss on you're behalf." He butted himself in, sizing up the sun. "If you need some company though..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:26 pm
Fashionably late was something Peyton wore well. Not quite as well as the firey slip of a dress she'd selected for the evening, but few things could in life ever came close to such perfection. The dress was an off the shoulder number that come down to about mid thigh and showed off lovely legs to absolute perfection. An absolute must, considering Pey didn't have much in the way of curves. The heels certainly helped, and they added a little extra roll to thin hips as she sauntered towards the merry little gathering. The door opened as she approached, as was expected, and she slipped inside with barely a flick of small fingers in gratitude towards whomever had opened it for her. There were fewer people then she would have imagined. This was what immediately slid through Peyton's mind as she eyed the room at large and all those currently within in. Most of whom receiving hardly a glance before pale eyes had landed on Maebe in her skimpy little excuse for a dress standing not to far off. Automatically she gravitated towards the girl she considered her best friend, and when she was close enough she caught the taller girl's wrist. "That dress is fabulous," she crooned with a grin. "Where'd you get it?" Never in a million ******** years.Song merely chuckled, and Peyton's smile grew all the brighter. "Just got here?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:48 pm
William's comment got a derisive snort but nothing else--Taym had his back to him before he could even get well into the sentence let alone finish it, bound for food.
[Exiting out of here just wanted that to happen ah ahaha]
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