Day Fifteen - Riverfell's Ball

[lies_unspoken]

Who: Everyone is invited
Where: Black Castle's Ballroom
When: 8 PM onward
Rating: could go R for swearing or wall sex
Invasion: Wide open

Status: Open, ongoing
Summary: Trampled under dancing feet.

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[madevilordtroom]

Lord Voldemort was altogether unimpressed with the distinct lack of Death Eaters at this particular party. He wondered what the reasons for that was. Were they not useful enough to be summoned? He could understand that. Or perhaps there was a delay in place, and they would be summoned now that their leader had arrived to offer them guidance.

Though he did wonder - slightly bemusedly - if the leaders here would allow him to lead his troops, or if they would insist on having some say, even if they had no right to it. He supposed it didn't matter either way. So long as they stayed out of his business, he was content to stay out of theirs and follow the rules as they were issued.

Though. If that conditioned ever changed... well. He knew who would come out on top.

He didn't lean against any structures - he didn't need to rest against anything, or offer that illusion to anyone - but he did hang back from the crowds, content to merely survey them until further noticed. Though if he was engaged, he supposed he would have to socialize.

[fanmadesin]

"You know, if I hadn't seen you moving, I would have thought you were a corpse" Ignorance made a rather lovely little comment, a smirk lifting a corner of his mouth.

The sin had been leaning on the wall, just observing the goings on before deciding if he would rather just go back to Limbo until he got a call from 'Damion'; and now he had some hopeful entertainment for the time being.

Toys came in all shapes and sizes after all....

[madevilordtroom]

The corners of his lips curved into a small smile, and though it was tempting, he did not angle his body to face the voice - though he did turn his head slightly so that it would be clear whom he was speaking to, since the voice had come from slightly behind him.

"If I hadn't heard you speak, I might have thought you were intelligent," he said calmly, before he turned his head back to face the rest of the hall and continue his observations.

[fanmadesin]

Ignorance snorted "Please, you resemble a corpse, and I've seen and produced plenty enough to know one when I see one. Also, you smell quite ripe, might want to do something about that before you fall to pieces there on the spot."

Ignorance placed a single index finger to his chin while speaking "And I would hardly agree to the comment about my lack of intelligence. By the drivel coming from your mouth, I would have to say you're the one lacking in that department"

[madevilordtroom]

Though a small smile crossed his lips, he chose not to comment on the false statements spewing from the mouth of the voice behind him. Clearly, someone had given him far too much undeserved power. True power - the kind that was worked for - did not come from starting pointless fights and making foolish comments. Though he did turn at this point, since the other seemed inclined not to leave him alone unless he continued on with this asinine conversation.

"You've produced plenty of corpses, have you?" he asked, amused. What an interesting thing to choose to boast about. Voldemort wondered if this individual believed himself to be the only one here who had killed before.

[fanmadesin]

Ah, the corpse had an interest in killing did they?

"Plenty, plethora, eh the number is quite insurmountable to say the least." Ignorance shrugged and spoke as if it didn't really matter to him, which it didn't. Seeing as how they were either returned into the cycle or completely disposed of, their number count no longer affected anything. Plus, he had pretty much lost track over the vast amount of time just how many souls he had dealt with, and how many living beings he had had a hand in removing from the mortal coil.

[madevilordtroom]

Voldemort wondered why the other had even bothered to bring it up in the first place if they were just going to brush it off now, and his lip curled a bit in obvious distaste. He'd never much cared for those who didn't understand their place. Arrogant, he could work with. Annoying even. But those who didn't understand where the lines were drawn - particularly the ones they could and could not cross - he had never really liked dealing with.

"Insurmountable," he repeated, the word slipping off his tongue distastefully. "Well, good for you then."

He wondered if he would be allowed to return to his crowd watching, and made a move as though to do so.

[fanmadesin]

The sin smirked before speaking "Sounds to me like jealousy is your little cup of tea there corpse... Petty, pitiful human emotions and you're wrought with them. Eh, enjoy your bitter drink, it won't do you much good in the end..."

Ignorance decided that perhaps Limbo seemed a bit more inviting that the 'company' of toys he really couldn't play with. At least there he could listen to the wonderful music that echoed throughout the vast void, playing with those who were bound until it was deemed otherwise. It was to this idea that he turned his back just as a portal began to open it's maw wide, shadowy tendrils capped with tiny hands wiping out in order to catch hold of something tangible.

[madevilordtroom]

He smirked, bemused. Jealousy? Is that how he was coming across? How quaint. He chose not to honour that with a response - it wasn't worth his time.

The portal, however, was mildly curious. He could see the tendrils of hands reaching out, and he drew back slightly to avoid having them reach him, uninterested in going to any sort of place that would leave this character in the position to have any sort of power. He wondered if magic would have any effect on them, and created a shield in order to protect against them.

In spite of himself, he felt wary of the portal, and he was disgusted because of it. He was Voldemort. He shouldn't fear anything.

[fanmadesin]

The tendrils actually slipped through the shield for a brief moment, taking hold of fabric in an attempt to retain something physica before Ignorance completely walked through the portal itself. He could have cared less if the unborn spirits that lived in the gate decided to bring in a 'guest' or not, and apparently they ended up not catching anything save for a small piece of ripped cloth before the portal itself closed.