A masked ball is being held by a mysterious benefactor who now resides within the castle. Everyone within the lands of NeoLondon has been invited to attend this most audacious event! Who will have the nerve to show?
Madame Red (Trinity) cast a grin to him as she reached up and readjusted the veil she wore. The dark fabric would cover her monstrous grin as she moved to stand by the chair. “This shall be an interesting night, M’lord.”Lord Coat (TheFireofLife) chuckled deeply, that low voice bellowing. He took her hand in his, and pulled it to his mouth, tracing the sculpted lips over it as if to kiss her. “Be wary, love. I fear there may be those who suspect me to be up to some suspicious act, and may attempt to interfere.” There was as much innocence as there was contempt in his voice.
Amelia Elodie Blackrose (ameliablackrose) stood outside the door to the castle, golden eyes locked onto the swirling orbs that seemed dazed by the lantern light. With some hesitance, the vampiress reached for the door, a strange scent distracting her, and warding her away. Or, perhaps it was her imagination. After all, the last time she had visited this castle, she did not leave unmarred. With a faint toss of her indigo locks, she paused thoughtfully. She could afford to be ‘fashionably late’ as the invitation granted allowable.
MEANWHILE, ABOVE THE BARN
Asil Karu has been fussing with the kitchen fae all day and when she comes to it, can’t decide what to wear. In the end, she decides best to keep her costume one that she can easily move in. She straps a blade to her thigh …hoping to hide it under the skirting.
BACK AT THE CASTLE
Madame Red (Trinity) glanced around the room as she waited. Her becoming slightly nervous as she stood. She spoke softly. “Dear, do you not fear a surge of violence when these …cattle become frightened?” Her eyes trailed the room, looking for places of strategy.
Lord Coat (TheFireofLife) lifts his head slowly, sensing others near as he looks to the door, a faint grunt of impatience being uttered beneath the thick plaster of the mask. He then
drifts his eyes towards the corner, having sworn he’d seen something. But, his lover distracted him before his eyes could catch sight of the watching ghoul. “I fear nothing but the loss of you, my dear. However …if it appears you are unsafe.. there is the dungeon, as well as a hidden room in the top of this building to escape to. A few hiding places, actually.”
Myomy Ohmai (myomy) fluffs her petticoats and smooths her dress over them. She looks in the mirror one last time. Is perhaps the costume too ornate, she asks herself, yet again? Should she change, yet again? “Humph,” she says aloud, imitating her father when invited to dine with royalty. “Whether it be in Paris or in Borneo, it is what’s inside that people want to meet. Not what’s outside,” he would say to her. With a final toss of her feathered head, Myomy walks out the door.
BACK AT THE CASTLE
Amelia Elodie Blackrose (ameliablackrose) looked up to the somewhat – but not entirely – familiar woman, golden eyes observing her motion and form in silence. Her deep ruby stained lips curled into a polite smile as she nodded a greeting to the other. “I suspect we may be the first to arrive, mon cher.” The woman’s accent was sweet as she slowly paced towards the other, the folds of her gown barely hiding the glide of her hips.
Angelus Nielson watches Myo leave, the mask turning with almost mechanical perversion, as if on a swivel.
Asil Karu: The blade pokes at her and she decides perhaps something that ties to the costume would be better. She pulls the ancient fans from their hiding place at the bottom of the trunk. The iridium gleams against the ruby stones and she smiles to herself as she straps them on, one to each thigh. “Let’s just hope they remain jewelry.”
Madame Red (Trinity) giggled as she bent some at the waist, her turning to look to his eyes, her bright emerald toned gaze comforting as she spoke. “I have long been on the other side of death, bodily wounds heal. I do not wish to see you harmed, but I do not wish for a bunch of filthy…serfs dirtying your new abode.”
ON THE STREET
Kit looked back at the woman and nods, resisting the urge to play with her necklace. ” I think so as well, should we just go in?” she asked her softly. She didn’t know if that was proper for a party or not. ” Perhaps it would be alright instead of waiting out here” she muttered the last part and knocked louder.
BACK AT THE CASTLE
Lord Coat (TheFireofLife) chuckles deeply at his lover, and strokes the back of her hand with his fingertips. “I believe we have very little to fear from this bunch.. They barely stood against me when I was limited to a foreign form..” He took one final look at his love, before bellowing out in that deep voice. “COME IN!~”
ON THE STREET
Asil Karu climbs down from the loft and out of the barn, heading toward the castle.
BACK AT THE CASTLE
Madame Red (Trinity) grinned beneath her veil as her gaze flicked to the door. Her form erected, straightening. Madame Red held herself with a grace usually reserved for those of royal birth, her hand remained on her loves shoulder. She said nothing as she merely observed.
Myomy Ohmai (myomy): “Ready is a relative term in this case, but I will say yes. And you? Ready?
IN THE GUEST ROOM OF THE TAVERN
Mia Pleides slipped on her mask and took one more look in the dresser mirror. This costume will have to do though it is more elaborate than she was accustomed to wearing. Somehow it seemed that there were some additional things in her trunk as she unpacked at the Tavern today. “Hmmmm”,she mused, Perhaps these things were already in the trunk before I packed. Well they are lovely and suitable for this event.” Mia took the derringer from it’s holster and put it in her small evening bag. “Just in case”, she thought.. The invitation to this ball was too intriguing to ignore though it had been delivered in a most strange and perhaps even sinister method. How could the personalized invitation have been waiting for her at the Tarot table when she had told no one but Myomy and Asil that she was moving here today? It was most unusual and the timing uncanny.. Mia looked at the watch on the dresser . “Oh! I don’t want to be more than fashionably late. I will have to hurry now.” She descended the stairs of the Tavern, enjoying the swish of silk as her skirt swayed . Stopped at the bar and helped herself to a tiny bit of Asil’s fine brandy, leaving the appropriate coins on the bar. ” a wee stiffener”, she thought, “just to take the edge off my nerves”. As Mia headed toward the castle, the evening air felt cool and refreshing.
BACK AT THE CASTLE
Asil Karu: “I am always ready for an adventure!” Asil’s eyes sparkle above the veiling. “Shall we enter?” She starts up the stairs.
Kit (kitiarafox) was about to head in when another voice greeted her. She turned towards the voice and bows her head in greeting. ” I suppose so, as ready as I will ever be. Shall we?” she asked beore opening the door and heading in.
Myomy Ohmai (myomy): I’ll follow you.
Myomy Ohmai (myomy): Walking through the doors, Myomy took in the rich tapestries, flickering lanterns, and graceful music. Such a far cry from the dingy, undressed stones of a few days before.
Angelus Nielson squiggles his head in precise increments, taking in everything going on in a clock-like manner. Each pass seems to tick off the seconds as that porcelain face watches the goings on.
Amelia Elodie Blackrose (ameliablackrose) moved into the room, a hand straightening a crumpled section of fabric on her gown self-consciously. Despite her mask, the noblewoman had no doubt her indigo hair would reveal who she was to those who were familiar with her. But, she became completely taken aback, as her eyes wondered around the room. The warm glow of the lights, and obviously careful cleaning, made this place appear far more welcoming. And the terrible screech of the monsters beneath the castle? Completely vanished.
IN THE RED MANSION
Jhaesoph Foxdale rummaged through his wardrobe, looking for that rarely worn tuxedo. Surely that would do for the masquerade. He changed into it, sliding his pistol into his vest pocket and leaving the holster behind. No sense causing alarm, but no sense going unprepared, either. He noticed how late he was, and hurried out the door.
BACK AT THE CASTLE
Myomy Ohmai (myomy) curtsies graciously, “Good evening.”
Mia Pleides entered the gate of the castle and passed through the huge wooden door, the same door she had followed the other through the other night, when the screams filled the edifice. Lovely
music and the sounds of conversation drew her up the staircase. She entered the room, looking to see if any one’s identity was as yet unmasked.
Lord Coat (TheFireofLife) gestured with his hands to the inside of the castle. “Please, please, do come in! There are delightful deserts and drinks for all to indulge on, and music to dance to!
Welcome to my home!” He continued to sound cheery as he beckoned everyone to come nearer. He was dressed as an admiral of sorts, complete with powdered wig and sword.
Myomy Ohmai (myomy) follows Asil, pausing to hear what answer the Lord will give before she introduces herself.
Amelia Elodie Blackrose (ameliablackrose) looks around to the other women, and bows her head politely. The vampiress seemed distracted by the goings on. Something stirred in her, telling her she should have come behind a different sort of mask this evening..
Kit (kitiarafox) lowered her gaze as she stepped closer to the center of the room. She stayed quiet as she observed the room, eying everyone’s attire for the ball. She went over her greeting in her mind. trying to settle the nervousness.
Angelus Nielson feels his gaze linger on Kit the porcelain somehow radiating interest despite being simply still.
Clyde du Plotte (clyde.gemini) sighed heavily as he walked through the courtyard of this *Lord Coat*. He didn’t know what to expect but thought he needed to come meet this new resident if for nothing else a political move. He seemed connected somehow. He thought as he looked around, but that could be as much a facade as the mask he wore. “Well” he mumbled to himself, “Let’s get this charade over with.” He knocked on the wooden door to enter the castle
Madame Red (Trinity) conducted herself as though she was mistress of the castle, with poise and understated grace. Her eyes communicated warmth even though it was impossible to tell if she smiled. Her hands were clasped before her stomach as she listened to the mandatory introductions. Her preparing to introduce herself if asked, her getting the facts straight in her head and schooling her expressions.
Angelus Nielson swivels his head to look at Clyde and nods as if his entrance was totally expected.
to sit, though she is not sure if he means her or the haughty woman wearing red. Asil has heard her voice earlier, though she had not marked what was said. “I have never seen the castle look so welcoming, even the guardians are silent …and that’s rare and welcome. Thank you again for the invitation.” She curtseys again and moves back from him, to allow others to make their greetings.
Myomy Ohmai (myomy): Stepping forward to stand where Asil stood, Myomy speaks to Lord Coats and the one she presumes is his Lady. “Pleasure to meet you. I am Myomy. What spectacular work you have done to turn this dreary place into a fancy ballroom. Such exquisite taste you both must have.” She curtsies graciously, “Good evening.”
Clyde du Plotte (clyde.gemini) watched the man come towards him,” Maybe this was the host here to met his guest? Clyde watched the man put a finger to his masked lips and wondered the cause of such a gesture. He remain quiet and wary.
Angelus Nielson smiles and goes back to watching the goings on, only close to Clyde. His cane tapes gently on the ground and he seems.. contented, eager, but slightly on edge as if he was waiting for someone or something to arrive.
Silently Angelus Nielson: *tips his hat and then holds his hand just above his ascot. He shakes is head and then shrugs slight. The mask seems to send out sheepishness… like he would say more if he could.
Kit (kitiarafox) watched the others greeting the hosts, she supposed she should do so as well. But what do I say she wondered as she did her best lady like walk towards the throne like chairs. ” Good evening, thank you for opening your lovely home. I must agree you have done wonders to make it so warm and cheerful” she said softly, doing another slightly clumsy curtsy before backing up a bit.
Clyde du Plotte (clyde.gemini) returned his hand and shook looking into the center of the room trying to figure where this *Lord Coat* was….
them in a while, and enjoys trying to figure out the disguises. It is a lovely ballroom. She turns her gaze to the host. He is not familiar to her, and yet… she suddenly feels a shiver run down her spine. Perhaps she should look for the food. As she continues to scan the room, she wonders how it is she came to be invited to this event and is thinks on how little she really knows of the ways of these people. Is there something she ought to be doing?
Jhaesoph Foxdale stands quietly, listening to the energies swirling about the place. They were different than before. Curious, he’d have to keep on guard.
she viewed her with question. She was not positive of whether he was acting or not. She quickly joined him, her perching in the chair beside him. Her hand resting on the chair besides hers. Her looking to him on occasion from the corner of her eyes. However, her warm and welcoming gaze didn’t falter. She called out. “I encourage you all to sample the foods and drinks set out, superbly prepared.” She nodded her head some.
Clyde du Plotte (clyde.gemini) sighed heavily stifling a yawn. He looked around looking for a waiter to hit him up with some hooch!
Lord Coat (TheFireofLife) merely inclined his head to each who introduced themselves or greeted the lord, resting comfortably in the large chair as he watched the crowd. So few men in this town, or none who were interested in balls? “Yes, please do!” Eyes watched the two strange men interact for a long moment, then he turned his attention back to the others.
Angelus Nielson points with his cane to where the alcohol is set out. he nods his head and the mask seems to grin. He moves in his spectral way to where the table is and takes a glass.. though the astute might notice it just seems to disappear over the course of the next few minutes as opposed to being actively drunk.
the stairwell and to the side where the drinks and treats were laid out. She scooped up a tray and moved towards the group. The female was dressed as a maid, deep hair messily wrapped into two buns atop her head, a mask covering part of her face. She moved towards the group, not getting too close to the lord.
Asil Karu scans the room and sees the flickering modes moving in circles, she holds her hand up toward one and as it flies close to her outstretched fingers she feels heat coming from it. “A fire spirit?” she whispers as her hand comes safely back down.
Myomy Ohmai (myomy): Myomy studies the room and costumed guests, choosing in her head the words that might go in the newspaper. Most were recognizable by hair or stance or voice. The bright-haired one in the harlequin lozenges must be Kit, although, as she saw the other night, there was something amiss in her posture.
wondering just whom they might be. She couldn’t detect the unwelcoming scent of the mutt-blood she’d met before, so clearly he must not be present. She did, however, recognize a scent in the dark haired maiden. With a slight turn, she moved to the lord, and offered just the faintest of nods. In theory, the vampiress was a higher rank than the man. “What, monsieur, may I ask are you lord of? Just ‘zis castle or.. are you titled for other reasons?”
behind her ear and backed away. She sought out the refreshments and got herself a drink. She flickered her gaze around the room again and smiled, this wasn’t so bad. Kit stretched her arm back to scratch her shoulder blades, the area had been bothering her again. She kept getting flashes in her mind of something red. ” Nice party” she said softly, trying to start a conversation.
Madame Red (Trinity) smiled at the woman in the lovely skirt approached. She perked at the hint of accent. She spoke clearly, her chin raised as she spoke. “Ah, a frenchwoman. Noblesse, je suppose? Je peux dire par la façon dont vous vous tenez, il est dans votre chemin même de la parole. Il a été aussi très longtemps que je n’ai visité la France. Peut-être que vous voulez bien me dire comment il est?” The lady in red offered a comforting smile, even though the smile was hidden.
Angelus Nielson turns his gaze back to the assembled crowd. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a watch and checks the time. He winds the watch and then puts it back into a pocket A nod and sme of the wine from his glass disappears.
Lord Coat (TheFireofLife) started to speak, but noticed his partner take charge and grinned with pride beneath the plaster mask. He turned his attention on the maid with the tray. Yes, he
had hired help, but.. that was not whom he had hired. The lord shifted almost uncomfortably, and reached over to take Madam Red’s hand.
Asil Karu watches one of the male figures walk toward Lord Coat and what she images is his consort, given the lady was not being introduced. From the walk, she suspects it’s the Bishop. She listens to the woman speak in a language she doesn’t know and shrugs, surprised she doesn’t use the common tongue. Spying the serving wench, she crosses to her to see what is being offered.
Persephone (faerewolf) feels a conflict coming and thinks she will excuse herself to look around for a while.
tray of goods upright despite how heavy it appeared to be. Her long legs peeked out from beneath the skirt, a hint of something sharp and dangerous lingering there – to any who would dare to look.
Myomy Ohmai (myomy): And there! Oh look! It was the Bishop! No one could mistake his mannerisms, half haughty boredom and half frenetic. Myomy was surprised to realize she was glad to to know he survived the last monster’s attack.
Amelia Elodie Blackrose (ameliablackrose) spoke in her native tongue to the woman, nodding her head and offering a smile. “Oui, que je suis. Tellement bon d’être remarqué. Paris est bien, même si j’ai été absent un certain temps. J’espère revenir bientôt, cependant. Un plaisir de vous rencontrer.” She turned away from the hosts, her question unanswered, as she turned to the male who must surely be the Bishop. With the sweetest of smiles, she approaches him. “I do hope you will save a dance for me, Monsieur.”
Clyde du Plotte (clyde.gemini) turned the the french woman recognizing her voice,” Is that why we are here fair lady? Dancing? I so thought that it would be more *eventful* . He smiled,” But a dance might be welcome for sure”
Kit (kitiarafox) blinked as the two women spoke in a language she dint understand. Still the words sounded elegant and pretty to the ear. Kit took a sip of the drink as she stood back, not very good at parties. She took a deep breath before approaching a woman near by. Like her own dress the woman was dressed in black and red, though her red was lighter in shade than Kits. “h-ello, pretty place hu?” she muttered softly.
curiosity got the best of him, deciding to get something from it.
slowly her head turned to the maid. This woman was vastly unfamiliar, so
she called out as sweetly as possible. “You there, the maid with the
lovely treats, do bring to me if you so please.” Her green eyes focused
on the maid.
issue, as he turned his eyes on the male before him, stomach churning at
the obvious infatuation the French woman had for him. His deep voice
bellowed across the room once more as he waved the man nearer. “And you, good sir, whom might you be?”
Asil Karu takes a small cake from the tray, trying to catch the gaze of the one holding it. If her eyes haven‘t mistaken it, she is concealing weapons as well. “Thank you, Miss. These look lovely.” She bites into the small cake, careful to hold it under her veil. She hears the red woman speak in the common tongue, calling the maid to her and she frowns a little beneath the mask.
those who had taken from the tray. She then moves to the woman in red,
knowing all to well who she was behind her mask – the scar over her eyes
gave her away. “Yes, mi’lady?” Her voice was sharp, a sweet, sweet
Myomy Ohmai (myomy): Myomy steps closer to the bright-haired woman who addressed her and looks to see if anyone else is close by before she whispers, “Kit? Is that you? Are you in hiding?”
Amelia Elodie Blackrose (ameliablackrose) crosses her arms over her chest,
nodding faintly. “Ah, Bishop, one thing I admire about you is how little
you change..” A dry humor was in her voice, as she moved past the male
to examine the red crystal-seeming lights.
Clyde du Plotte (clyde.gemini) cocked a brow under his mask as he heard the inquiry from the sitting man,” I am but an appreciative guest to this fine affair. It honors me to be invited.” He watched Amelia walk away admiring her dress from the back
again, frowning as she didnt see any new guests. ” Are… are you
calling me by that name?” she asked her. “hiding? you are in a mask to”
she said, puzzlement in her face and flashing in her big blue eyes. The
doll man had said that name to right after she came to the land.
Persephone (faerewolf) is happy to see everyone is still getting along
Jhaesoph Foxdale takes a pear from the table and moves away from it, to better hear the conversations.
Madame Red (Trinity) offered a smile to the maid as she remained cordial and kind. “Those are quite lovely shoes you’re wearing.” The woman remarked, her studying the woman’s face before her brow furrowed as she spoke. “Your mask is impeccably made but I must inquire about your identity. For I cannot remember hiring you, but perhaps you were already hired. You may whisper your name to me.” She nodded her head after giving a comforting squeeze to her loves hand.
Delita: appears from under the archway next to the stairs in a puff of black mist. He steps out and glances around the area, seeing who has still remained at the party so far.
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