A Long Expected Party... er... Date (locked to Ali)

[god_of_the_gun]

*Coming through the door, Ali should find herself faced with a rather unique view. Climbing up the steps, she might notice the smells of Chinese cooking, or she might turn around and notice that Styphon's house seems to be in the vicinity of some mountains. Styphon is waiting for her at the door, dressed in his usual clothes--at least he changed

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali smiles when she sees Styphon, adjusting the sword on her hip (being as she is still dressed as a Musketeer) so it doesn't bump his wing too much. "It's very beautiful. Lots of stairs though. How are you?"

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[god_of_the_gun]

excellent, now that you're here.
*he leans in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, tilting his head to avoid displacing her hat... which can be placed on the convenient coatrack to their left, should Ali decide to remove it*

[vicioussweetie]

She does, in fact, decide to remove it. And the sword, and the tankard...

"Is there somewhere I can change? Fun as this is, it's not the most comfortable outfit."

[god_of_the_gun]

and here I was hoping you and Raven were going to start a new fashion...
*he grins, leading her through the entry room (it's not much more than the coat rack and a bench for removing muddy shoes when it rains) and a short length of curving hallway, stopping at a sliding door that almost blends in with the wall (dark red wood with gold trim). He pulls the door back and gestures inside*
my daughter's room... she hasn't used it in a couple years, so I'm sure she won't mind.

[vicioussweetie]

"Thank you." She steals a kiss. "I won't be long."

She steps inside, then, and closes the door behind her. True to her word, it's not long before she steps out again, wearing a little green cheongsam and very little else.

[god_of_the_gun]

*he smiles appreciatively*
you look even more stunning than usual, my dear.

[vicioussweetie]

"Thank you. So, where to now darling?" She slides a hand into his, smiling.

[god_of_the_gun]

The dining room, I should think...
unless you'd rather dance first?
*holding hands is good... so is sliding a wing over her now-much-less-padded shoulder*

[vicioussweetie]

"Dancing would help us work up an appetite...will dinner keep?"

[god_of_the_gun]

it might get a little cold, but I don't think there's anything that'll go walking off on us or anything.
*Chinese food is the king of leftovers, after all*

[vicioussweetie]

"That's a relief."

[god_of_the_gun]

*he grins, turning back down the hall towards the entrance*
shall we then?

[vicioussweetie]

"Of course." She follows him.

[god_of_the_gun]

*a series of twisting hallways and a short trip through one of the house's more obvious armories leads to a spiral staircase, which opens out into a very large circular room--honestly, it's pretty much the entire third floor*

[vicioussweetie]

"You know, I'd always expected you'd have more guns," she teases.

[god_of_the_gun]

you have no idea...
*he smirks, giving her a little wink*