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Post by Narrator on May 31, 2012 18:41:37 GMT -6
"You are cordially invited this eve To dance and dine, seduce and intrigue.
Travel arrangements have all been arranged Nothing further is needed for you to do All of your needs have been seen to So please forgive us if this seems strange Cryptic is all we could do to attract you
Please, accept our humble invite And consent to lend your time to us this night." The invitations dissipates into oily, black fog in your hands as you walk up the cobblestone path. The wings of the enormous mansion curl around you like a sphinx's paws, towering high above you. Though warm fire and candlelight gleam in the myriad windows, the mansion seems to be shrouded in shadows. As you walk up the dark, marble stairs to the open porch, the doors swing open, though no one stands in greeting. Candles flare to life, leading you down a long, dark corridor to a brightly lit ballroom. You have seen glimpses of it through large, ornate windows. It is brilliantly lit, with highly polished marble. Seven figures already stand in the ballroom...
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Post by Lysandor on May 31, 2012 19:07:47 GMT -6
Jess sits at one of the small, barrista-style tables set away from the marble dance floor, trying not to look too anxious. She keeps glancing to the short, scarred Fallen who stands some distance away, scanning the entry of the ballroom.
"I swear, Lys, you're just scaring people away," she finally says with a sigh. She looks around the bright room. "So what time is it, anyway?"
"There is no clock, and you did not think to bring a time-keeping device," Lysandor replies, stoic as always. "No time was on the invitation. I can only guess that other guests will arrive according to our hosts."
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Post by K'Kerom on May 31, 2012 19:13:00 GMT -6
K'Kerom stands in the shadows, his blue eyes the only thing readily visible in the dark. He seems to be watching the entire room.
"We cannot even be certain there are even more guests to arrive," he says softly.
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Post by Tybalt on May 31, 2012 19:17:45 GMT -6
Tybalt waits further inside the ballroom, his tail twitching irritably. Standing nearby is a moderately tall Kitsune Pe'ri, dressed in the uniform of the Palace Guard. The Pe'ri's ears swivel this way and that, as his eyes dart around almost nervously.
"Great," Tybalt grumbles. "Just what we need. Intrigue."
"You know, it didn't say anywhere that you needed to come," the Kitsune Pe'ri said.
"Like I'm going to chance the fact that someone could get hurt on my watch," Tybalt snaps irritably. He sighs. "Besides, certain individuals might show up, who owe me explanations."
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Post by Illyon on May 31, 2012 19:19:44 GMT -6
Marquis Illyon deVerrin stands further away from the group, sipping at a small glass of thick, red liquid.
"Oh, come now, Captain, surely you are enjoying yourself every bit as much as I am." His tone is full of irony and he stifles a yawn.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Jun 1, 2012 3:43:57 GMT -6
The running footsteps echo in the ballroom for only moment before Becky bounds across the marble floor to throw herself at Jess. She hugs the other tightly and murmurs something quiet.
Ereshkigal watches this leaning quietly in the door to the ballroom. She walks over to Lysandor but keeps a small space between them, her hands demurely clasped behind her back.
"Are you on duty, Elite?" Her Majesty head to one side, lips curling a little at the corners.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2012 21:21:44 GMT -6
One of the far windows creaks slowly open and a pair of bright green eyes peer over the sill. Satarel slowly carefully creeps onto the ledge, eyes flicking from Elite to Elite as he softly curses. "Blessed Halls, there's so many of them..." He crouches, his tail lashing behind him.
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Post by Lysandor on Jun 1, 2012 21:39:49 GMT -6
Jess kisses Becky on the cheek and grins.
Lysandor gives a tiny shake of his head. "However, I do not know who is behind this part, who our host is, or where they are."
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Post by Roka on Jun 1, 2012 21:42:32 GMT -6
Ereshkigal is tackled from behind by the Kitsune Pe'ri Elite, with a wild, joyous cry of, "You're back!"
He hugs her tightly, pinning her arms and wings to her body. "Where in the name of all that is dark and unholy have you been?! Do you realize the amount of panic that's been going one without you?" He gives her a shake. "PANIC!!!"
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Post by Ciel on Jun 2, 2012 16:13:37 GMT -6
Karen chuckles as she's walking in beside Ciel, who has left her Lady's raiment behind went back to an upgraded version of her old dancing outfit. "Gosh, I've missed these parties. Feeling okay, honey cat?"
Ciel nodded and did a few gymnastic flips and bounds. Composing herself, she laughed herself. "Yes. I am very very happy to be back. And this party is to be very lovely, mainly because that overgrown throw rug with teeth is not here." Her eyes glinted somewhat sadly when she said so, but she looked up when they entered and saw Ere and Lys. Her eyes widened, she looked at Karen, who nodded.
"Go ahead, honey cat. I'll go say hi to Je--" Before she knew what was going on, Ciel was bounding (on all fours) to tackle Lys. "Poor sweetheart." Karen waved to Becky and Jess and walked up. "Hello, ladies! How are things?"
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Post by Valentine on Jun 2, 2012 22:41:41 GMT -6
Valentine steps into the room, just in time to see Ciel take off on all fours and sets her feet. "Queen Ereshkigal, Prince Kouteinoshi and Lady Trakand. Where are your manners?" She doesn't yell, but her voice cracks like a whip.
"Stand up straight and act like the peers of the realm you are. Or I will treat you like the children you are acting like." She levels a glare at the whole group including Lysandor.
"Am I understood?"
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Post by Ciel on Jun 2, 2012 22:45:28 GMT -6
Ciel stopped mid stride and sat back on her heels. Shamed, she rose to her feet, ever graceful for someone who was bounding on all fours just seconds before. She walked the rest of the way to Lys and leaned her head against his shoulder.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Jun 4, 2012 13:20:02 GMT -6
"Wait it's not -" Ere yelps and struggles as Roka tackles her.
"Roka-kun! Baka desu!!" She shrieks, wiggling and kicking, and turning rather pink.
When Valentine snaps she stiffens and looks at the floor, muttering a very mortal curseword. Though in shadow it's clear her color is deepening even more.
"Your pardon, Ambassador... Lieutenant Kouteinoshi, if I may be excused? I'd like to locate a strong drink."
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Post by Roka on Jun 4, 2012 13:27:07 GMT -6
At Valentine's voice, Roka stands to attention, ears flattened against his head, like a rubberband snapping back to shape. His amber eyes are pointed looking at the vicinity of Valentine's feet.
"Makoto ni moushiwake gozaimasen, Le'Noir-sensei!" Roka says quickly. "I forgot myself."
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Post by Lysandor on Jun 4, 2012 13:31:18 GMT -6
Lysandor looks up at the sound of the Ambassador's voice, his body shifting slightly in preparation for battle. Upon understanding Valentine's words, he begins to relax - that is, until Ciel leaned her head against his shoulder. Painfully aware of the Devil Cat Succubus next to him, he put his arm around her waist.
"It is good to see you again, Ciel," Lysandor murmurs to her softly.
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Post by K'Kerom on Jun 4, 2012 13:54:06 GMT -6
From the shadows by the back widows, a black-gloved, grey furred, clawed hand reaches out and snatches Satarel by the scruff of his neck, hulling him into the Ballroom proper. Within seconds, Satarel has a cold blade pushed up to his neck.
"Captain Tybalt," K'Kerom says with steely calm. "I found this creature here spying in the Ballroom. Do you have a use for him, or should I execute him here and now?"
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Post by Ciel on Jun 4, 2012 16:53:54 GMT -6
Ciel relaxed into Lysandor holding her and she nuzzled into his neck, while sliding a hand out for Ere to take. "I've missed you both. Terribly. Perhaps later, we can all slip off for some privacy. Unless you've forgotten how to evade your own guards..." There's a hint of playfulness in her voice and a wicked glint in her eye. All in all she'd missed being with them. Very very much. She meant to make it up to them somehow.
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Post by Ereshkigal on Jun 6, 2012 18:09:41 GMT -6
Ere takes Ceil's hand a squeezes it for a moment, but she looks behind her Roka. "Yes, we will... Just not yet. I have things to attend to."
Then she slips out from group and turns towards Jess frowning. "You did not invite us to this gathering and you do not know who did?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2012 1:38:34 GMT -6
Satarel resists the urge to hang kitten-limp from the Elite's grasp and keeps his feet. His ears fold back against his head and he looks around the room for help. Spotting several familiar figures he mews plaintively his tail curled up against his legs.
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Post by Narrator on Jun 7, 2012 15:39:39 GMT -6
High above the ballroom, from its perch of the shadowy balcony, a figure watches the goings on. Teeth flash in the darkness as the figure smirks.
"So many game pieces to play with," it says, voice pitched low enough that not even the sharpest of ears could hear it. "But not all have yet arrived. Patience, yes, patience... Soon."
It slipped back into the shadows, letting the darkness consume it.
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