SMASHQUERADE
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
( It was a dark and stormy night… )
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
( It was a dark and stormy night… )
Samus had only a very few close and trusted relations left in this academy that made the merit of these social gatherings and (dressing up in costume with impractical high-heels) worth going to. Too few, unfortunately, to keep her completely distracted and to keep her working mind from turning 'off'. It was difficult picking out many of those in costume, and therefore even more difficult picking out the trouble-makers and keeping an eye on them. Her costume, while it concealed most of her face still allowed her blue eyes to scan across the crowd and ( ... )
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And then there were the curious ones, and even more curious when those gazes met. She also had a rather damnable curiosity and held an unmoving, fearless ground as her target approached. He was also fearless, but not foolish and maintained an acceptable breadth of personal space. It was communication on a very basic level.
"..." Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to read beyond a greeting. If she knew this was Caim, she would know to ask only yes or no questions (or at least until she knew he had a writing utensil with him)...
"You are?"
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All the same, there he stood in front of Samus, somewhat clueless as to her identity. Mostly clueless. Completely clueless. Not so much interested in who she was, as he was in why she was staring at him. The pirate getup was not exactly charming in his opinion and if he'd ever had the interest to be honest, he would have said he thought he was more handsome without ( ... )
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Her mask tilted, chin jutted towards the school's mammoth clock tower a couple of buildings away, then quickly centered back on the pirate. She was stoic and unmoving, spare whatever drifts of wind that made the feathers on her shoulders sway and shift.
"It's nearly midnight. You can tell me, or we can have a staring contest for the next two minutes."
If this was sounding more like an interrogation than a conversation, that was appropriate for the bounty hunter who tended to have more experience of the former than the latter.
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Whether he saw it as interrogation or not, lacking a voice, there was little Caim could reply with. Under a mask, his expressions could not be as amplified as he would have liked them to be. Well, not have liked, but what would have been considered remotely 'useful'. He continued to stare down at Samus and shook his head very slowly, as though to indicate she simply didn't get the situation ( ... )
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They stared and they stared, like two warriors on a windy plain ready to quick-draw at the moment of truth... except this windy plane was a Halloween-themed dance floor and any wind generated was from the movement of others. The air around them seemed to dull and slow down; everyone became just a peripheral object and not the focus of her attention. Time became lost in a haze. One minute seemed to speed by, the other seemed to drag on, purposefully, as if time were mocking her decision to pick out a person who seemed equally as stoic and stubborn as she.
How similar, she wondered...? Samus often felt the only way to truly know someone was to face them in combat. At best, she couldn't even distinguish thick, ratty cloth from any distinguished muscles or scars. Not even his stance was particularly unique. Provoking an attack without good reason wasn't in her nature, however. Still, she stared, debating how easily she could get away with flipping the mask off him, even if just to satiate her curiosity ( ... )
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They were so very blue. Water, clear like that, once existed in Caerleon. Before it was stained with the blood of Empire and Union soldiers alike. He supposed that to some degree, it was still beautiful. But there were differences in the kind of beauty in the natural order of the world versus what a man's hands could create.
Ladies first, he might have said if he could speak. And yet he couldn't. So as per the usual, he said absolutely nothing ( ... )
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He was still a nameless pirate. Samus continued to stare, unmoving as she tried to figure him out.
"I've seen your eyes before." The blonde could garner that much. She had spent quite some time staring at them when he introduced himself over the network. They were rife with hardship and battle... instability, and perhaps a little loneliness. Try as she might, the rest of his costume was too obscuring for her to put her finger on a name.
That was frustrating as much as it made him suspicious. She shouldn't even care ( ... )
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Her invitation, her offer, enticed him. But he supposed at the bare minimum, her stoic behaviour and demeanour was equally tantalising. It was an odd way for him to view someone, but all the same, it was the truth. Samus was, with or without knowing her, gifted with the ability to draw people in. And even Caim had fallen victim to that.
Perhaps he was capable of sensing her strength beneath everything else. Or perhaps she offered him the kind of companionship that no one else had yet to do. Or perhaps he was simply crazy. And he was beginning to think it was that last one. The leash maintaining his sanity could only last so long. When it broke, which it inevitably would, things were certain to become... interestingHis eyebrows lifted and he edged in closer to ( ... )
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Regardless, gentle was not going to get her mask. If he came within a few inches of her mask, she would be sure to swat his hand away.
As he showed his hands, she simply nodded and lowered hers. She had nothing on her person either except for whatever flimsy excuse of a helmet her mask acted as. The terms of engagement were met with a silent approval.
Her posture hadn't changed since the beginning of their conversation; still firm in her stance, unintimidated and fearless. Her chin tilted upwards slightly, as if to say Come at me bro on and show me what you've got.
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Said performances started with a slight apprehension, she could tell. He was feeling her out. That was fine. As expected, his hand was quickly met by hers once he got too close for comfort. Just as quickly, his hand found her wrist. One hand was left, and it was hers.
She didn't need to say anything to let him know that was a mistake. Her free hand gripped his wrist like a vice and twisted it. There was nearly an inhumane strength in her arms, but there was no intent to break his.
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Unfortunately, that meant that for the right person who enjoyed torture and torment, Caim was ripe for the picking. And he had the feeling that for as 'friendly' as everyone seemed to be, there was at least one person who was not so pure. Whoever that was, he would need to avoid them at all costs. Until he saw Angelus again. If he saw Angelus again. He still hadn't been any closer to discovering a way back to Caerleon and he had to assume that as he stood before Samus, taking in stride the pain she sent rippling up his forearm, that clearly his ( ... )
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