Desmond Miles ❖ 01

[failssassin]

Who; Desmond Miles and underworldwars
What; Halloween party!
Where; At Desmond's new bar, 'The Bureau'
When; Friday night, October 28th
Rating; PG-13 (will be updated if needed)
Status; OPEN!!!

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ARRIVAL/GENERAL MINGLING

[failssassin]

[isanovice]

[ That Altaïr was being forced to attend this event at all grated him the wrong way. It was foolishness; it was asking for trouble. Had he had much of a choice in the matter he wouldn't have been intending at all. But of course, a certain wizard had requested his presence, and made a few threats to go along with it. Add in a dash of guilt, and the assassin had reluctantly agreed.

Why he was there first however... There would be a few stern words with the wizard about that one.

What Altaïr had expected was to decorate a wall. Scowl at some, avoid familiar faces. The last thing he wished to do was be in public, be social. His eye was still dark with purpling bruises from where Maria had (deservedly) walloped him good. The last thing he wished for was more questions regarding it. After all, how embarrassing was it that a woman had bestowed it to him

[failssassin]

[Desmond had abandoned his post behind the bar to serve some of the patrons sitting at the tables and when something blue and really shiny caught his eyes, he lifted his gaze up and laughed. It was impossible not too, really, even though he knew that reaction would probably get him punched. Whatever would happened tonight would certainly never tarnish that funny image he has of Altaïr now. And by the scowl the man was wearing, he knew this one was the youngest one. His somewhat adopted father would have probably laughed at the whole thing.

Unable to help himself, the novice walked up to his ancestor and gave him a rather amused smirk]

I guess I should have specified that Halloween is not the same thing as the Rio Carnival.

[isanovice]

[ Altaïr straightened at the sound of laughter, colour coming to his cheeks whether he wanted it to her ont. He scowled at the other, and resisted the urge to shuffle from one foot to the other. Instead merely glowered, balled his hand into a brief fist, before letting it relax.

He gave the other a withering glare at his words, and didn't really feel the need to express that he'd never even so much as heard of this 'Rio Carnival', but assumed that dressing up like a shiny blue bird was probably a part of it. ]

If this is your doing, Desmond. [ His voice was low, threatening. ]

BAR

[failssassin]

[shieldwall]

[Aveline heavily considered walking straight out of the place when she was somehow stuff into this ridiculous dress, but someone responsible should be here to make sure things didn't get too rowdy. And that was usually her. She leaned against the bar, drink already in hand, angrily watching the rest of the room.

At least whoever was responsible for this left her sword and shield strapped on...

...anyone approaching her may want to be careful what jokes they crack.]

[staynoble]

[When Utena walked in, she didn't expect to suddenly feel taller. But that was because she wasn't taller, she was wearing boots! Her vision was slightly obscured by the mask she was wearing-]

Wait, why am I... [She felt the pink mask for a moment and noticed the large hat she was apparently sporting. The hat was red and pink like the rest of her clothes. The length of the cape made her wonder if it could get caught on something but overall...this outfit wasn't so bad. At least her sword was still strapped to her.]

...it is Halloween after all. [She wandered around for a bit, looking at the decorations and wondering if anyone she knew was coming. She noticed a woman in a yellow dress at the bar. She wasn't one to go to bars but the weapons...?]

Um...Aveline? Is that you?

[shieldwall]

Utena? [Aveline recognized the voice, if not the attire-- although it did match Utena's strikingly pink hair. At any rate, Utena was saved from the death glare that anyone else would have gotten.]

I see you've been affected as well. [There was something of a disapproving mom-look at the shortness of Utena's skirt. She was too young for that.]

DANCE FLOOR/POOL TABLE

[failssassin]

POOL TABLE BRO

[evokemydread]

[Minato's watching the dance floor, where people was dancing. He's pretty much people watching, but Minato won't object to talking with someone.

Or dancing, if they manage to drag him into it.]

[xxii_thefool]

Having fun?

[The best word for what Minako does to join her brother might be "shuffles," considering she's swathed in an all-encompassing floor-length black hooded robe. She hasn't found anywhere to ditch the foam prop scythe yet, either.]

[evokemydread]

[A smile grace his face when he saw her costume. From under his floppy wizard's hat, his eyes matched his smile. After nodding to answer her question, he asked back.]

And you?