SMASHQUERADE

[headmasterhand]

Who: Halloweenies (that's you).
What: A fabulous masquerade ball.
When: Monday, October 31st (that's Halloween). The deep, dark hours of the night (that's like eight PM onward).
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ON HALLOWEEN

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PRE-MIDNIGHT, ERRYWHERE

[tribulune]

While Waka's mask was pretty simple, his entire outfit basically outdid it in the straightforward department. The outfit, regardless of this, probably seemed a little flamboyant. In the end, there was a reason Issun always referred to him as a fruit, no matter how untrue that statement was.

He sat high in one of the Stadium's simulated trees with cobwebs and skeletons hanging from it. How cute the decor was. He had to admit that. There was no time to gawk, however. Instead, he may as well provide some entertainment.

He played a creepy tune on his flute that began to resonate throughout the area.

[punchmtsilver]

Have Red staring at you at the moment Waka. Firstly because of that outfit - that robe was just so unusually bright that Red found his eyes getting sore trying to discern the details of it.

Secondly because that melody, though creepy, seemed familiar to him. Very familiar, and yet he couldn't place it.

"..."

He's just going to have to content himself listening for more now.

[tribulune]

Oh, it was just a little melody he picked up. Waka liked the sound- eerie and fitting for the occasion. He couldn't turn down giving it a try. Some notes may be a little off, but not even he was perfect at the flute. He just needed to practice on more dreary tunes like this.

It was no matter, though. He peeked an eye open at the strange boy. Whether this was someone he knew or not remained to be seen. Midnight wasn't too far away.

"Haha. Enjoying yourself?"

[punchmtsilver]

It took him a moment to realise that Waka had noticed him. Whoops. He hoped he wouldn't be noticed that easily. And since Waka had finished playing his tune for the time being, he clapped his hands rather awkwardly. Should he have clapped? It was a performance after all.

"Um." Red wondered for a moment what to follow that with. "You play the flute very well."

[tribulune]

"What a fine compliment, monsieur!" Waka laughed and flipped his hand almost modestly. "I have just practiced for a very long time." Hundreds of years, at that, but he didn't quite mention that. No need to give away such juicy details so quickly now, especially when this individual remained awfully... mysterious to him still.

"Are you interested in learning how to play the flute?"

[punchmtsilver]

Red shook his head. The entirety of his experience with a flute was when he used the Poke Flute to wake up the Snorlax that would be his own Sonny Moe. Was that really playing? Not really. But this Waka guy had practised a lot, so he could respect someone who took the effort to shape his craft.

He's still slightly weirded out by you though. You're way too flamboyant energetic for his tastes.

[tribulune]

"Hm, a shame," was the only thing he muttered in response. The boy didn't seem too enthusiastic. Waka couldn't believe that! Kids usually seemed so much more peppy and energetic at this time of year. Instead, this boy seemed so dreadfully dull. Why is that?

"So I would suppose," he began to ask, "that you aren't very musically-inclined at all?" What was this boy interested in? That, he wondered.

[punchmtsilver]

He shook his head again.

"Not really."

Red wasn't dull, on the contrary he's quite interesting. It's just that he doesn't outwardly show it, as he never really feels the need to. He's the more quiet and reserved type no matter what situation you put him in. This includes most, if not all major holidays and festivities.

"Never really thought it was something I'd be good at."

[tribulune]

"Now, wait just a minute before you go further!" Waka waved a hand in a way of beckoning for him to halt. "Anyone can have musical talent if they simply practice. It is a very worthwhile hobby to work on!"

Then again, he may or may not have been a little biased. Just a little.

"In fact," he continued. "This is why I am the music teacher. I would know more than anyone!"

[punchmtsilver]

"..."

Who was this guy? Aside from the music teacher, that is? Why was he so insistent that he'd be good at music of all things? Red was slowly sliding away, hoping Waka wouldn't notice so much. He was hoping that the crowd would swallow him up and there would be no more of this kind of talk.

[tribulune]

Oh no, Red. He knows. He definitely knows.

However, this boy sure didn't seem willing to talk. So be it. Waka continued to play his flute and let the boy be. Normally, he'd be more insistent, but with such a number of people here, he'd lax up.

He'll just have to bug him in the near future.

Re: PRE-MIDNIGHT, ERRYWHERE

[pitticus]

The soft tune drifting from the fake tree tickled Pit's eardrums and practically cupped his chin to look upwards at the source of the notes. A mysterious masked figure with long, radiant hair perched in the boughs just above where he stood. Admiration soaked the angel's senses and he called out to him, after waiting for any potential pauses in Waka's playing.

"You play the flute well!" He didn't recognize him at all. In fact, it may be slightly difficult to recognize Pit in his current getup, which consisted of a colorfully elegant ensemble inspired by a parrot, his wings dyed for the night. Were he to keep them still, they could be confused for mere costume wings.

Re: PRE-MIDNIGHT, ERRYWHERE

[tribulune]

Waka lifted his head so slightly from his flute, his eyes drifting to the sight of a very colorful costume. Pit's colors were radiant and varied, easily standing out in the crowd. It was impossible for Waka to miss him.

The costume was so well-done that, at first, Pit didn't look very familiar, but with a moment of examination, he was able to gain a hunch as to this boy's identity.

How funny fate worked out, he believed, that he of all people encountered him.

"Ahaha, merci!" He gave a casual wave and a nod of the head. "Is it an eerie enough tune for you?"

Re: PRE-MIDNIGHT, ERRYWHERE

[pitticus]

"I don't know about eerie, but it's definitely a calming melody," replied Pit, straightening up to face Waka's tree directly. Ah, the mystery was overwhelming! Who was this masked stranger who could play the flute so deftly? Were they even a stranger at all? The tension gnawed at the edges of his mind incessantly and with a ravenous hunger! It was all too tempting to ask the man (woman?) straight away.

"Do you play often?" he proceeded to ask.

w-why is your writing so beautiful. <3

[tribulune]

Waka kept one eye closed, the other peeping down on the overwhelming inquisitive boy. That boy seemed so very curious, yes, that he couldn't simply ignore his questions. He answered straight away, surprisingly lacking the vague undertone his speaking usually has. Can't over-do that, right? Right.

"Very often, yes! You may have heard me already without having realized it!"

Of course, he wouldn't reveal enough to show his identity, so maybe it was still a little vague. Welp.

I am blind to its beauty but thank you <3

[pitticus]

Pit reeled his mind backwards and tried to track a specific instance where he might have heard the same whistling notes. None resurfaced, so he dismissed it and said, "I don't remember hearing any flutes around here, but I was probably not paying enough attention." He did have a penchant for getting distracted...

Rocking on his heels, he continued to say, "If you don't mind telling me, how long have you been here? At this school!" If he wasn't allowed to know this figure outright, then he would have to pick and guess at his personal aspects!