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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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instrumented January 19 2009, 04:11:32 UTC

Why he was here and and that he'd even bothered to go was beyond Zero. A ball of any sort, whether at Cross Academy, Nuadoria, or anywhere else, it didn't matter to him. Not that it should have. Socializing, while he was capable, just wasn't an activity he usually opted to participate in; there was the food, too, so at least that was something, if anything. Dancing, though, was out of the question. Not that he wanted to (which he didn't), but he couldn't ( ... )

absolute_npc January 19 2009, 17:07:33 UTC

To say that this ball was without its extreme oddities would be a lie because if nothing else, this thing weaving in and out of the guests every so often probably wasn't protocol. Anywhere. Ever. But, no one would dare question it if they knew what was good for them; if they saw the way the High Priestess cooed over the large cat or the way it acted like an overgrown baby at the Ice Magister's feet ( ... )

instrumented January 20 2009, 03:00:23 UTC

If Zero were at all surprised by the sight of the large feline, the only indication would be his eyes widening by a slight bit. He hadn't quite been able to sense it approaching, as he may have for just about anyone else in the room. It wasn't that much of a surprise, anyway. Zero knew he'd com in contact with the cat sooner or later; he just didn't quite expect it to be at the ball ( ... )

absolute_npc January 20 2009, 17:57:39 UTC

It let Zero take the box, giving a light purr at the hand touching its heading-a real easy animal to make happy. It just liked attention, something it wasn't always given anymore due to circumstance. The good thing was that with all these people it knew someone would most likely pay attention to it.

And Zero seemed to be one of the ones willing to do so.

As for the box, Dalamar had been instructed to bring it to Zero and only Zero. What was inside was probably relatively obvious if the other wanted to take a guess: his fulfilled request of the Ice Magister from earlier in abundance.

The large cat's ears twitched in curiosity now, slowly shifting back into a standing position and moving to the window sill, peering up at the glass before nudging the base lightly with its snout. Nowhere near enough to knock it over, just enough to show its interested in it.

strawberrydie January 19 2009, 04:18:29 UTC

Eve sighed softly and sipped some water. It was a party. Really, there wasn't anything of interest. She was back in Nuadoria yet again. Just when things had come to a close. Her thoughts had drifted back to Creed and the Apostles. "Immortality... I still..."

She shook her head and sighed softly, shifting her gaze over to the dancers. The girl wore a simple red formal dress along with shiny black high heels. Eve remembered how pretty Rinslet had been in red and the color was nice. Usually, she would try and find her own style but red was nice.

Eve took another sip of her drink looking quite bored. Partying really was for the outgoing.

redeify January 19 2009, 11:42:13 UTC

Oh, there really was nothing quite like a social occasion populated with wallflowers. For all the people in the hall, Dai could only stare at the bare center of it and feel as though he'd never seen the space so empty. A handful of mingling groups - there were always a few - but, well. There were also quite a few who looked ill-at-ease, and maybe it was just being here, being in Nuadoria, souring what could have been a nice evening for all of them. No surprise, really. They weren't used to balls. They were used to catastrophes, floods and Childs and all manner of unpleasant disasters. Maybe they were still simply waiting for the hammer to fall?

Not that he didn't like it, that is. On the contrary. All those people dressed so nicely, talking pleasantly with such unlovely, guarded expressions, body language that spoke of wariness, boredom, uncertainty - they were just the kind of people he liked. And he hadn't really gotten out much lately, and it had been rather lonely, and he hadn't really intended on much more than a little ( ... )

absolute_npc January 20 2009, 19:49:49 UTC

Clunk. There would be a light nudge against the back of Dai's leg, once Dalamar had finished with Nill and Zero it was only natural it would eventually seek out its other master. Especially with Caim standing at Fallon's side for the night, it was no secret the animal disliked Fallon for whatever reason almost as much as Dai did. And it was enough dislike that Dalamar was always shooed away when Caim had to be in the prince's presence. So, here the big cat was, wandering the guests, playing messenger and looking for its own form of entertainment. It still found it odd to be able to go near Dai and not Caim, that they were on opposites sides of the room-like a child it'd never quite understand why two people it cared about suddenly couldn't stand one another ( ... )

shortsleeved January 21 2009, 04:40:22 UTC

He was never one to enjoy formal gatherings. If he could avoid it, he would, but once Kadaj had declared his intention to attend the ball Cloud couldn't keep himself too far off from the occasion. For Zack's sake, for Aerith's sake, for Yuffie's sake, and hell, even for the Turks' sake. If there was a word to describe Kadaj and his gang, it was 'responsibility.' And responsibility he took, whenever he had the chance. And now was one of those moments ( ... )

Aaaaaaaa this writing... redeify January 23 2009, 00:06:36 UTC

Oh ( ... )

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artificialdevil January 19 2009, 18:27:38 UTC

Trish lingered near the entrance, keeping a critical eye on Dante while the demon hunter casually surveyed the crowd. She was marginally impressed that they had managed to lure him there, considering her recent failed attempts to foster his interest in anything that was going on in the city. But after what had come from their last open invitation, even he could see that an event organized by the Magisters was worth paying attention to.

More surprising was that Dante had changed out of his usual attire for the event. Trish nearly commented on the sudden effort, but decided to save it for something more deserving. After all, they had done most of the work for them. The Magisters generously supplied their wardrobes and lavishly decorated the venue, almost as if they had certain expectations in the evening. Trish had, perhaps predictably, selected a classic black gown with a plunging neckline, fitted in black leather that clung tight against her skin. It was modest by her standards, but for this affair she decided that wearing ( ... )

sworn_swords January 20 2009, 18:39:29 UTC

If Dante was in any other frame of mind, with any other preoccupation on his mind, he would have argued. It would have been a typical bickering match, something along the lines of 'what do I look like?' before the entire conversation spiraled into decay and he eventually lost, anyway. So, instead, the devil hunter decided with a new approach: just shut up and do it.

Besides, he was too busy tugging at his shirt collar to really fully listen to what she was saying and thus fully get defensive about it. A drink? Sure, why not. It wasn't like-tug-he didn't want one-tug-himself. "Okay," he finally sighed, glancing back to Trish as he finally let his fingers fall away from the collar and instead started fidgeting with the the damn cuffs on his suit. "But if I'm picking, don't complain about what I bring back."

This wasn't his forte. This place, this line of dress, this atmosphere. But, Trish and Lady were both right about one thing: there wasn't much else to do in this place, especially not now. While at one point this place had been ( ... )

bayonetinstride January 19 2009, 22:15:20 UTC

Well, this was going to be a long night.

Lady stepped into the ballroom, arms crossed with a small glass of wine in her hand. She had ended up coming alone, but it's not something she minded all too much. She was only there to observe, after all, and possibly learn an interesting thing or two about the town. Who knows, the information might even come in handy one of these days. Still, though, watching this awkward, mis-matched little crowd would have to provide some kind of amusement for her. For the moment, though, there wasn't too much of anything exciting going on. At least, nothing out of the usual - The mingling, the dancing, this... god-forsaken music - Really, didn't these people have any taste?

For a while, though, Lady simply hung along the wall, not saying much more than an "excuse me" to anyone she wanted to get by. She looked down to take a peek at her gown, lightly brushing her free hand over the silky fabric to make sure everything was in order. Clean, no major wrinkles... well, it was good enough. She placed a thumb ( ... )