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Open Event !! Ball

Jan 17, 2009 13:12

Who: Open! (so all of you should come right now)
What: Ball Event~!
Where: Ask me later, just pretend you know. It's a really nice hall somewhere.
When: This evening, January 17th :)

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oc: thatch, dgm: lavi, ffvii: reno, loveless: aoyagi ritsuka, dmc: lady, kh: riku, dgm: rhode kamelot, cc: azmaria hendric, naruto: uzumaki naruto, ffvii: zack fair, dmc: dante, tota: asch the bloody, npc: dai, kh: kairi, naruto: uchiha sasuke, black cat: eve, oc: namae, alchemyst: scathatch, dgm: allen walker, npc: erielle, ffvii: cissnei, dmc: trish, dmwl: koshio karako, event logs, dmwl: kegamine nagi, loveless: agatsuma soubi, vk: kiryuu zero, npc: dalamar, dogs: nill, ffvii: kadaj, npc: ava, tota: luke fon fabre, incomplete logs, npc: caim, mgs: solid snake

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idk have a time; 9:00 p.m. spadassin January 18 2009, 00:53:36 UTC

Perhaps she should have attended more balls during the Elizabethan age. They surely would have helped her prepare for this. The dress she had stolen wasn't something she would have kept in her closet, but it was perfect for the night. She always loved wearing white-it usually led people to believe she was some sort of kind person, one who wouldn't ever dream of harming them if they crossed her. After all, the color was a symbol of purity, of clarity ( ... )

healing_hymn January 18 2009, 01:33:58 UTC

Azmaria glanced around the room and sighed softly. People seemed to be having fun and that just had to be what a party was about. Back in Las Vegas she was required to dress in gowns for performances and seeing so many people brought back memories. There were quite a few things that she prayed would just stay in the past. Tonight she wore a simple black dress and let her waist length white hair down.

"I'm... Well, they would have enjoyed this." The girl smiled slightly to herself. Satella especially would have enjoyed a ball. She really had been such a lovely dancer. Now, she stood in a corner nervously. Azmaria didn't want to dance by herself. She didn't know how to. Seeking out people she knew might come off as a bit annoying. They must have come with friends and she didn't want to intrude.

So for now she was content to watch. It really was nice to see so many people have fun.

omoidezukuri January 18 2009, 04:32:31 UTC

While scanning the room, Ritsuka caught sight of Azmaria hovering shyly in a corner. He wasn't about to strike up a conversation, but a short, courteous nod of the head couldn't hurt.

healing_hymn January 18 2009, 04:55:17 UTC

Azmaria gazed over to Ritsuka and smiled gently. "Ah, Ritsuka... I'm glad to see that you came." She took a few hesitant steps over to him and cocked her head to the side slightly.

"...Do you mind if I come over?" Their last conversation hadn't been very friendly so she was unsure if she was welcome.

omoidezukuri January 18 2009, 06:56:56 UTC

"Whatever you like," Ritsuka mumbled, shrugging. Small talk had always been difficult for him; he'd never really seen the point to it. Why have a conversation that could be repeated several times over, with completely different people? But he would bear it, and hope that something interesting would come up.

"You didn't want to wear a gown?"

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feverhound January 18 2009, 01:59:16 UTC

And then, at the far corner of the room, as far away as possible from the rest of the hubbub, there's Namae, sitting at a windowsill with a bottle of whiskey in hand. Staring silently at everyone else in the room. The only reason he hasn't just picked up the bottle and left, really, is because he knows he's going to go through that bottle really quickly and he can't be assed to leave and come back for a refill.

So there he is, back to the window glass, leaning against the frame, taking lazy drinks straight out of the bottle and wordlessly watching the rest of the ball have a merry fucking time. He's never really understood the point of frivolous events like this, but what the hell, it would be a cruel thing to ruin the mood, yeah? So he's following all the rules (at least for now), not causing a ruckus, and adhering to the dress code -- sure, he looks more like a mafia hitman than a party-goer at the moment, what with the ensemble of stark-black suit-and-tie with a painfully white shirt. Right sleeve ripped off, of course, to keep ( ... )

spadassin January 18 2009, 14:49:14 UTC

It took her a moment, but then a familiar scent caught her attention. It was a mixture of alcohol, rage, and gloom; her lips pulled back in a delighted grin as recognition dawned. Jade eyes swept the room, and she took a few steps to one side, completely bypassing some man who was apparently asking her to dance. His advances meant nothing; she had more important matters to deal with at the moment ( ... )

feverhound January 18 2009, 23:47:51 UTC

The reaction was instant, and he turned to glare at her, eyes narrowed and lips curved in the beginning of a growl -- but only for a moment. Once recognition had settled in, he only shrugged, leaning back against the window once more, lifting the bottle to his lips.

"It's you," was the apathetic mutter, before he took a long drink -- after which he gave the bottle a shake to gauge how much was left. A little more than halfway. Pity, an excuse to go to the bar again would have been nice. Not bothering to look at Scathach, he turned his glance back to the rest of the party, observing each new figure that joined the hubbub.

And only then he answered her question, giving the verbal equivalent of a shrug. "Don't know. Never cared much for shit like this."

spadassin January 19 2009, 00:29:43 UTC

Jade eyes flickered with joy at the sight of him, so instinctual and ready to pounce. The sight made her feel almost affectionate towards this one-armed, exquisite example of a human being. And the way he forced himself to calm down, oh, it was pure beauty to her eyes. Because he knew he could not compete with her, especially not here, not now. Perhaps afterwards, after dark, in an alleyway where nobody would hear the growls and laughs and sound of skin scraping pavement ( ... )

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undeify January 18 2009, 02:21:55 UTC

This was absolute hell.

And Caim made sure to remind himself every three minutes of this fact, even as he observed the others slowly pouring in. Like the other attendees, he had relented to the rules and dressed accordingly, although he went relatively simple-there were many options, but a suit would do and was the least hassle. Unlike the others, his mind was farthest from the party. When he wasn't quietly making note of who was here, he was looking down at his communicator, slowly typing away with one hand-because there was already a wine glass in his other. No, it just couldn't be early enough to start drinking for such an occasion ( ... )

omoidezukuri January 18 2009, 07:04:31 UTC

As soon as he had a spare moment, Ritsuka made his way purposefully over to the Ice Magister's side. He hadn't seen him in person since the cave, and was mildly relieved to see that Caim at least looked physically better. Still, there were many subjects Ritsuka wanted to discuss, and so he greeted the three natives with a grave determination to his manner and looks. Ritsuka understood that a ball was hardly an appropriate time for serious discussion, but Caim had a bad habit of being scarce, especially when Ritsuka really wanted to talk with him. He had to take this opportunity.

"May I have a word with you?"

undeify January 18 2009, 23:32:31 UTC

He wasn't sure when exactly during the night it was when this one approached him, but at some point Caim had realized it just didn't matter. This was going to end when it was going to end, so there was no use trying to count down the minutes. And while Ritsuka was asking for a conversation, at least a conversation did mean passing time.

That was why after a moment Caim would give the slightest acknowledgment and slowly step away from being in between Ava and Fallon and off to the side to allow Ritsuka to speak with him without an unwanted audience. It wasn't secluded by any means, and relatively speaking they were still close to the remaining two as Caim was not willing to stray very far at all from Fallon's side without good reason but, it was perhaps better than nothing.

"What is it?" He took another sip of his wine, eying Ritsuka expectantly from above the glass's rim.

omoidezukuri January 19 2009, 03:52:41 UTC

Ritsuka leaned against the wall on the other side of Caim, casting his eyes down to stare hard at his feet. He was quiet for a long while, trying to pick just the right words for what he wanted to ask. If getting swept up in all the Fighter and Sacrifice affairs had taught him anything, it was not to underestimate the value of words. They had a power anyone could possess, whether a Fighter or not, and Ritsuka had just started to understand how important that power was.

"How is it your sister is alive here?" he asked finally, ignoring false pleasantries and immediately going to the heart of the matter. "I thought you told me that she died."

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omoidezukuri January 18 2009, 02:22:54 UTC

Ritsuka could not stand having his actions manipulated by another person. And yet here he was, falling prey to Kadaj's influence even as he struggled to resist the fear, and the desperation, and the self-loathing his murderer inspired. Ritsuka was caught between wanting to hide, to avoid the ball entirely, and needing to attend, to protect anyone else from Kadaj's plans, whatever they may have been. He had no control over either option. Ritsuka wanted so desperately to make his mother happy again, to bring the real Ritsuka back to her - maybe in death, there was a higher chance of the real Ritsuka taking control of his body again. But Ritsuka was selfish, horribly selfish, and the terror he felt for his own preservation choked the kindness he felt for his mother. He really was a terrible son ( ... )

revivingruin January 18 2009, 11:30:59 UTC

From somewhere else in the place, Kadaj smiled as Ritsuka walked in. There was someone he recognized a little too well. "Idiot. You should have stayed home." Keeping his eyes on him, he began walking toward the couple, trying to stay on the sidelines. He wanted to surprise one of his favorite victims, and it just wouldn't be fun if Ritsuka spotted him and ran away.

He guessed that whoever the other man was, was the same annoying one who thought he could protect the little brat. He didn't look like much. Unless he had some powers hidden away on Brother's scale, Kadaj wasn't even going to bother with being cautious.

Kadaj didn't really hate Ritsuka. No more than any human, anyway. He hadn't gotten over what had happened though, and was going to take it out on one of the easiest targets ( ... )

marredcanvas January 19 2009, 05:08:22 UTC

It wasn't his place to have an opinion on matters like these -- when Ritsuka had wanted to come to the ball, Soubi had supported him; when Ritsuka had changed his mind, Soubi had gone along with it; when it was decided that they would go after all, Soubi hadn't asked why.

But a part of him had been happy just the same. Not for himself -- he would have been just as content to stay home once again and have the boy all to himself -- but for Ritsuka. Because these friends that he seemed to make so easily -- Kairi here, Yuiko back home -- made him light up in a way that Soubi couldn't. And even if he didn't like being second rate, he loved seeing that happiness in Ritsuka -- so bashful, so young, so cute beyond anything else ( ... )

revivingruin January 19 2009, 22:24:40 UTC

"The last thing I want to do is lay a hand on something as disgusting as him," he retorted, left hand twitching into a fist. Truth was, Kadaj didn't really care whether or not he touched either of them. Sickening it may be, more than anything he wanted to wipe that stupid, fake calm off of Soubi's face and leave Ritsuka's corpse there as a consolation.

The remnant took a few steps back, his face shaded by silver strands of hair, carelessly left down as always. "Still, now that you mention it..." His voice lingered pleasantly. Just like that, his face switched moods, from shamelessly angry to happy about something, friendly almost.

"He is rather cute. For a human, that is." He glanced up at the stupid man, whose face reminded him of stupid Brother's, taunting him. He reached his hand out toward Ritsuka, nearing those ears that made him such a freak. Kadaj didn't mean a word. The boy was too puny in his eyes. He had no idea why humans saw such pathetic things as attractive, or felt the need to protect them. Hurting them ( ... )

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