[closed] And when the ball's over, we go to the feast--

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[ Characters ] Adachi Tohru, Altair Ibn'La-Ahad, I-no, Larxene, Oz Vessalius, Reno... Tir Mc Dohl eventually
[ Location ] The Rose Maze, Castle Hearts
[ Date/Time ] The Day of the Ball, 10:30 PM
[ Warning ] violence and murder
[ Content ] This dance displeases Us. Off with your heads.

[Everything is ready. Everything has been prepared for. A

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→ Altair

[nowheresman]

[It stinks of flowers. Adachi sneezes, muffling it with the back of his wrist. It reeks of pollen.

There is something foreboding about the maze, something inherently dangerous, with its dark corners and the thorns barely hidden in the walls, the way the earth seemed to sink with your footsteps, quieting the sound, swallowing it, so that no one would know that you were there, and no one would know if you weren't anymore. For some odd, strange, inexplicable reason, Adachi feels the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. But it must be nerves. There's no reason to be anxious.

It doesn't stop him from capping and uncapping the ball-point pen in his right hand, though.]

Don't know why they couldn't have just held the meeting at...I don't know, a restaurant or something. That's what the yakuza do all the time.

[foolnornovice]

[ He didn't trust the letter. The whole place was unfamiliar territory and to have something so simple as a message be delivered to him just like that, with the words placed as they were..

It was too straightforward.

Yet it was the only lead to go on, so there was little choice but to comply and ask 'how high' when told to jump. For now anyway. The gauntlet on his left hand is heavy as he moves through the hedges. Not around, through.He's about to move through another one but a sound catches him. .. It's.. metallic almost, the sound isn't so familiar but it's similar to what he's heard before and well..

He goes to check.

Through the shadows, the figure isn't identifiable, but he comes up from behind. ]

... You?

1/?

[nowheresman]

...?!

[nowheresman]

Ahhh!

[He whips around, stumbling back, right into one of the hedges, and his jacket catches in the thorns.]

[distortsify]

[What those twins said to him made him anxious and nervous. If what they said was true, Oz kept his guard up. He held onto the golden pocket watch that he kept around in his pocket. He held it tightly in case he had to use his shifter.

The grass was pretty and being inside the ball felt forever even though it was fun enough. He kept his eyes open and walked through the maze and turned a corner.]

[nowheresman]

[Right into Adachi.]

Wha- hey! Watch it!

[distortsify]

I-I'm sorry.

[Oz was about to move to the side, but--]

Wait, are you going to the center too?

[nowheresman]

[Small, is the first thing Adachi thinks. Barely past childhood. He winces a little, perhaps at the thought, perhaps at the obvious question.]

Everyone here is, kid. I just got split up from some other guy heading the same way. This place isn't above messing with us, though.

Adacchin, when youre done maiming the poor boy

[disharmonyscale]

[There was so much to say about wilted flowers. Or flowers in general, really. Damp. Covered in dew. The smell was overbearing. She wouldn't be here if it weren't for that message.

She went deeper into the maze, feeling the dew drops stick to her skin. Really, there were so many things that could be said about this. Disgusted, she decided to take the easier route. She jumped onto one of the hedges to look for the way to the meeting place.]

[nowheresman]

[You might be distracted by a rather unpleasant sound, I-no. There is someone bent over in one of the corners of the maze, sounding like he's in the middle of a severe bout of nausea. Hopefully it's dry retching.]

[disharmonyscale]

[Suave, Adachi. Totally suave. You know most people would wait until after the date before they get wasted and vomit.

She's going to stay on top of the hedges and wait for you to finish. Not without a bit of taunting, of course.]

My, surprisingly lightweight, are we?

[nowheresman]

[If only he were as lucky to be nauseous from the drinks. At the sound of the voice, Adachi jumps a few inches into the air, whirling around. He looks like he's just seen a ghost, even before he glances up at I-no. His eyes narrow warily. This one...was she like that kid?]

...My, surprisingly nosy- oh wait, sorry, forgot you women were just like that.

[Doesn't mean he's spooked enough to lose that bite, though. After a second glance, he straightens a little, right hand gripped around a pen so tightly that the fist trembles.]

Heh, I recognize that outfit. Didn't think I'd see you here.

o/ Reporting for duty. Whenever ya'll need me.

[trancheuse]

[ It had taken a bit of an effort to get to the center -- mostly because the directions to the meeting place had been spouted off by some neurotic, singing flower... that had promptly died.

Larxene was making a not-so-serious attempt to move about the area silently, but she was about two turns away from the middle. Not that the evening had been uneventful thus far, necessarily... but something told the Nobody that things were most certainly going to be heating up shortly. ]

Here, hae your friend!

[messyturk]

[Reno hates mazes. Especially when he can't go through the walls, or get his hands on a missile launcher to go through walls either.]

Fancy meeting you here.

[He's far more tense than when he was at the party. He's in Mission Mode, if there is such a thing. He's far more serious buisiness. Though he wouldn't mind a dance ;D]

saldkas forgive me for being late?

[foolnornovice]

[ Okay so. He's pretty bothered by now- he found another bloodstain on the way here so he's on guard by the time he gets to the center.

Hidden blade's away, but you can get the hostility he'll be holding towards anyone who treats him the same way. ]

...

[messyturk]

So... we just wait for everyone else or what? Midgets weren't exactly useful.

[Oh so conversational, though if you're not a compete newb you'll notice he doesn't really move like a normal "average" citizen would. There's too much training ingrained in to reflexes despite the slouch and his hands in his pockets.]