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Post by Rae on Jan 26, 2012 3:27:47 GMT 7
Welcome to Lake Veiw Manor, easily the most lavish house in all of Millfields. What with having to go through multiple portals and then having to brave the bandits and balverines who stalk the back roads of this extremely rich little suburb, the trip alone is quite the trick. But the owner, despite welcoming all guests with open arms (and bed), just couldn't bare to leave Albion...hence the portal connecting his house to The Neighborhood. The visit, however, is usually worthwhile. Guarded, heavy iron gates open into a well-manicured garden (complete with marble statue of the Manor's owner himself) and lead down to the shore of Bower Lake as well as a tiny dock. It also leads up to the front door. The house itself is an...odd thing, its state usually depending on whether or not there's been a party the night before. Deep red lanterns hang from the celing, and candelabras are placed far apart. The furniture is grand and comfortable, and there's more than enough room in the front room alone to sit a hundred people. A large kitchen can be found to the right of the front room, and an equally large study to the left. Go up the grand staircase and you'll find the formal dining room...which would be more apt to be called the banquet hall. Numerous bedrooms can be found off the left and right corridors, as well as parlors and sitting rooms. Try to keep out of the master bedroom, though...and should you find yourself it in, try not to touch anything. Legend tells that the owner has a secret chamber off his room, dedicated to his more...elicit activities...but who would ever know? It would be a good idea to look at the shelves, cases, and cabinets in other rooms, though. The owner used to be a pirate, though he still travels often, and collected many things. Who knows what treasures, and liquors, he may have hidden away? Oh...do try to stay out of the ballroom at the far end of the dining room, hmm? There's something not quite right about it...and people have heard talk of something called Reaver's Wheel of Misfortune relating to it.... (EDIT: So, Basil brought it to my attention that my description of the house wasn't really that well done (or, in my opinion, it wasn't well done) so I made a quick floorplan for y'all: Click here! (Warning: pic is HUGE! 1000x1000 pixels! Be prepared to wait a while for it to show up! I hope that helps. Granted...I've no idea how to get to the observation area of the Wheel of Misfortune, sooo...we'll make that up? And we can make up what's in places I've got no idea about, too. ^^; ) |
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Post by Rae on Feb 3, 2012 13:14:48 GMT 7
Monday
Rae stumbled out of the carriage, looking more ungraceful than usual. She pushed her chin-length, dyed black hair out of her face and put her hands on her hips. No wonder people moved on to using cars; these carriage things were awful. The writer looked up at the massive manor, suddenly feeling very small. It was a reoccuring feeling that happened everytime she came here through the front door.
At least it was better than appearing in her muse's bedroom. Yep.
She turned back to the carriage as the manor's front doors opened. "Careful," she muttered to the footman as he removed two heavy, long black cases from the top of the carriage. "If those get ruined my arse is in deep, deep trouble."
The footman nodded a polite "yes, m'lady" to her as the driver went to help him. Poor guys, they looked like the cases were extremely heavy. Funny...they weren't that heavy to her.
She took out the dress bag from within the carriage and turned around...only to nearly walk right into the butler. The older man was clearly anxious and Rae couldn't blame him. He was clearly the late Barry Hatch's replacement for the manor here in Millfields (though Rae knew Reaver had other butlers in other homes), and she was sure he knew just how expendable he was to his master.
"My lady," he began in a superior tone as he gave her a swift bow, "wel--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Rae said quickly. She didn't pity him too much...he was a pompous S.O.B., after all. She headed towards the front door. "Hey...uh, why don't you help them unload, okay? Okay."
Rae hurried on her way. She usually wasn't mean to 'the help', but personal feelings and the fact that she couldn't remember the guy's name sped her along. Was it Herman or Nathaniel? Or maybe it was Zachary? She was clueless, not that she could ask Reaver; Rae knew he didn't know the guy's name. However, her thoughts stopped dead as she opened entered the front room.
Bottles, glasses, confetti, stray bits of clothing, glitter, odd devices and half-covered mystery items, and toppled over furniture covered the floor like a blanket. Rae stared in horror as the door swung shut behind her. She felt a scream welling up inside her and was powerless to stop it. "REAVER!"
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Friday
"Happy birthday...."
The words echoed through her mind as Rae fidgetted in her petticoats and corset. She wasn't fully dressed yet and she was anxious. She hated groups of people...why the hell had she agreed to a party? Actually, why had she agreed to come to the party, would be the better question. Frowning, she played with the ribbon on the wrapped box before her, wondering when she could open it.
A maid had put a wig on her and was helping her style it before they fought to get her into her dress. Rae could already hear people arrive and she wondered when her friends and other muses arrived. She imagined herself tripping and falling on her face in front of everyone. Oh, why the hell had she agreed to this?
She had to admit, though...she was very impressed by how good the house looked compeltely cleaned up and decorated for the party. Not that it would stay that way for long. Oh, she hoped none of her muses would destroy the house.
(Wheeee! First post! Someone let Marcus tag along with them, please. So, this is set on Friday, 'kay? Let's just start with everyone arriving and...we'll figure things out from there? Guessing everyone wants to get to the Wheel quickly, that is....)
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Post by raven1972 on Feb 3, 2012 13:45:08 GMT 7
A carriage pulled up and five people emerged a writer, two human muses , an Elf and a shadow man.
" Finally here thank goodness " Raven said as he paid the driver suspecting the man needed glasses.
" It is an unusual place, dangerous this albion but this house seem to be fairly safe and the party should be fun" Sela said as absent mindedly caresses her abdomen where the baby bump made it clear she was with child.
" yes dear should be Safe enough and fun, except for the wheel, you sure your up for that Ascatal? Rich asked the elf as he held his wife's hand.
" I am , I have thoroughly prepared, let us go in" Ascatal said as he took a large duffel bag from the carriage.
" alright then, lets knock on the door and come on Marcus i know your not happy Padfoot did not wait for you. " Raven said as he knocked on the door.
The Shadowman was expressionless as he followed the others.
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Post by Basil on Feb 3, 2012 14:38:00 GMT 7
“How far do we have to go?” Erin asked softly. The boatman muttered inaudible and averted his eyes. The young woman simply shook her head. She rearranged her skirts and adjusted the hood of her emerald green cloak. What a wonderful change from his previous behavior, the albino thought. She was never fond of being leered at. She smiled. The man had been very quick to change his mind when she drew back the folds of her cloak to reveal the short sword she had tied to the sash of her dress. Naturally, they had joked about her swordsmanship, but the man was still wary nonetheless. Apparently daring to wear jewelry out in the open was a bigger statement than possessing weapons. It might be a combination of both. Her red eyes flickered over to the box she had on her lap. It was a white box with a fanciful purple design. Selena would be mad if she had forgotten this. Good thing she went back to the apartment to fetch it, but now she’s awfully late. No point fretting. She had been taught that a lady was never late. People have to wait for her no matter what. And it was a big party so it was unlikely she would be missed so soon.
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Basil shifted uncomfortable. The carriage had chilly silence. She studied the two muses sitting opposite her. Both of them seem to be engrossed with the view, even though it was pitch black outside. She had given up trying to get either to talk. Most of the answers had been either monosyllabic or sarcastic at best. “Hopefully they’ll lighten up at the party,” the writer thought to herself. The self confessed hobbit dashed out of the carriage as soon as it came to a stop outside the mansion. She held herself back. It would appear rude perhaps, since Vergil hadn’t alighted yet. She fidgeted once more. Something must have happened when the two were getting ready for the party. Deep down, Basil knew it had to do with Selena wanting to drive to Lake View Manor. “I wonder if Erin has arrived.” That had been a statement rather than a question. Yet the way it had been said seemed to demand some sort of response. The writer turned to look at her muse. The red haired sorceress was still looking out the window. She seemed to be waiting for Vergil to reply. |
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Post by Rae on Feb 3, 2012 15:48:20 GMT 7
Marcus nearly leapt from the carriage. He hated long trips. Hated them. Especially when he was one one with other people in a tiny moving box. He looked at his pocket watch, admiring his reflection for a moment. He'd curled his long hair and pulled it up with a dark ribbon. Well, Kai had...and though his wife said he looked like a poodle, he thought he looked more like that blond vampire in that one movie...not that he could recall the name. He wasn't too fond of his velvet suit jacket, though, or of his cravat. He hated being so...so...stuffy. But, when in Rome, right?
The butler opened the door for them, dressed in his formal best. He bowed them into the house, murmuring a greeting and informing them that his Master Reaver would be joining the guests shortly.
"He seemed...cheery," Marcus said sarcastically once they were out of the butler's range of hearing.
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"I am sure she will be here shortly," Vergil remarked tonelessly, his expression grim. Yamato leaned against the carriage wall to his side, and he twirled the ribon in his fingers slightly without thinking.
When the carriage stopped, Vergil got out and held his hand out for Basil and Selena. He took in his surroundings without really seeing them. He was...frustrated. He'd never been one for crowds, and then everything today...he was just looking forward to blowing off some steam in this Wheel Rae had mentioned.
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Rae fidgetted, looking in the mirror. She looked very...red. Well, the dress did, anyway. The wig was lovely, looking natural but for the sudden length and colour switch. She blinked. Oh, wow...I look respectable. Shoot....
She started as an impatient knock came from the room's door, followed by an equally exasperated, "Rae...."
"Coming!" she called. "Just a minute."
"Rae, I hate to argue, but you have been saying that for the last hour."
"I'll be out in a minute," the writer reitterated in frustration. Cursing her muses under her breath, she stalked to the door and glowered at Reaver.
The muse had forgone his usual white, brown, and black attire in favor of black suit and burgandy and gold vest that made it very hard for Rae's eyes not to stray. What could she do? A writer was free to oogle their muses, after all.
"Well, are we going?" Rae shot at him, crossing her arms.
He took one of her gloved hands, forcing her to uncorss her arms as he looked over her appearance. He didn't comment on it; his smirk simply deepening slightly in approval before taking her arm and hurrying her along.
Marcus, Rae thought, wherever you are...save me.
Funny, she thought she could hear her muse laughing at her.
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Post by Κομμα on Feb 3, 2012 18:01:35 GMT 7
(Long post is long o.O Sorry guys.)
The dark carriage was nigh invisible against the inky black sky, indicating its presence only by the faint light its lamps gave off around it. It wasn't quite black, but a dark enough shade of red that it made hardly any difference this time of day. The horses drawing it were pure white, and almost faster than the coachmen could handle. Ergualph had brought them from his kingdom in his homeworld, and was turned in his seat to look through the window separating their stuffy cart from the drivers, criticizing their every motion.
"Don't pull on the reigns so hard, they'll get frustrated and upturn the carriage! How would you like if I tied leather straps around your head and and jerked them every which way? Hmm? You wouldn't! You lily-livered m--oh!"
The overzealous man was pulled back down upon his seat by the back of his coat. He turned around and crossed his arms huffily at the young lady sitting across him. "But Mistress, they're going to ruin my horses," he whined, pouting.
"Then why did you bring them in the first place?"
"I couldn't find any quite quick enough here. Not to mention they were free this way."
Sighing, Comma sat back. She was already uncomfortable enough in the ruffly pale blue dress, with the tiny white roses and carnations Harpi had imbued into her curled updo, and especially with the corset beneath the dress, which she was certain Harpi had tightened just the slightest bit too much. And the heels the shinigami woman had picked out for her! If she didn't fall flat on her face at least once tonight, it would be by grace of the gods alone. It didn't suit her, not any off it. Ergualph wasn't helping with this discomfort by being so...so himself.
"Erg--"
"I told you, I'm going by Judas here. It's easier to remember and I've been thinking of trying it anyway since that old ghostly fellow started calling me that."
"Fine. Judas. Stop it. You're making me more nervous, and I get frantic when I'm nervous."
"Why are you nervous? I thought girls were supposed to like playing dress-up."
Comma scoffed at the puzzled man and rolled her eyes, leaning to the side to glare out the window. "Easy for you to say..." she grumbled. The mildly confused necromancer across from her never had any trouble with fancy dress of any era, and this irritated her to no end at the moment. The only indicators of the chaos of his life as it once had been was in the scar across his eye that no powder had quite managed to cover; as well as the scars covering at least three quarters of his hands and forearms arms, but he had no intentions of removing any article of clothing aside from perhaps his jacket. Beneath this black jacket was a pale blue vest, faint silver accents covering it, over a white shirt; a rather ruffly darker blue cravat, and pants of a sort of cream color. Pinned to the lapel of his coat was one of the tiny white roses that were woven into Comma's own hair. He had been simply delighted at the opportunity to don Victorian fashion.
From her peripherals, she saw him take off his top hat and adjust the tie holding his loose brown ponytail in place, then replace it again. "Oh, cheer up, Mistress. You're getting out, aren't you? And at least a few hours travel without that grumpy shadow of yours following you. I think you should be quite pleased."
The carriage gave a lurch; scowling, Ergualph--or, rather, Judas, knocked on the wall behind him and turned again to continue telling off their coachmen. Comma watched, a little amusement creeping into her mood as one of the coach drivers became involved in the argument himself. Perhaps it wasn't so bad; though she did wonder how her newly human muse was faring with Alpha.
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"I'm not. I'm not and you can't make me. I'm telling you, I absolutely refuse. You can drag me to the damn boats if you want, but I'm not going to some stuffy party looking like some kind of aristocratic pansy. I don't care if I'm human right now, I'm a god, I don't need this!"
Alpha sighed. Dress him up, but can't take him anywhere. It was a pity; he wasn't half-bad as a human in the looks department, and the Victorian clothes and slightly brushed back hair were also oddly suiting; now if only it had done something to improve his personality, they might be getting somewhere. As she was still being bickered at ("at", because Alpha had scarcely opened her mouth the past five minutes), Alpha walked over to the ferryman by the boat and plucked his oar from his hands.
She watched him for a moment, frowning. He had still elected for a longer jacket, but not as long as his regular trench coat. Black in color, as were the pants. White shirt, a red vest over that with some antique sort of black tie tucked into it, though she hardly could remember the proper term for it. Her own dress was red, accented in black; and the brooch holding up the tiny bit of length her hair had to it was ruby. If she were going to be stuck with him, she may as well match, she had figured; yet now she was debating pushing him off of the boat as soon as they were over deeper water.
Sighing, Alpha raised the wooden oar. It couldn't be helped.
"--and that's that, I'm not go--"
Thunk.
The ferryman stared with a slightly dazed, perhaps slightly amused look upon his face as his oar was handed back to him by the strawberry-blond female. Alpha smiled sweetly, adjusting one of her long black gloves the slightest bit. "I apologize for that. Mind helping me drag him aboard?" she said, indicating her felled companion. It was so nice having him human; she could actually stand a chance at making him shut up when he was blathering at her. The ferryman stared blankly at her. She sighed. "There's an extra fifty in it for you to pocket if you do?"
"Ah--oh--one moment."
Alpha smiled. Money could buy anything.
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[Two hours later]
"Uuuugh..."
Alpha looked down at the other passenger of the ferry as he was sitting up and looking around. He blinked a moment, then looked around a little more wildly. "What the actual..." He rubbed his head, looking down at himself, and let out a yell at the sight of his left hand; then seemed to recall something, and eased into annoyance. He looked at Alpha.
"Have a nice nap, Dorian?"
"I do not look like that bastard."
Alpha smirked, leaning forward over her knees. "What do you expect? The right half of your face usually does. Now that the left side actually matches you're going argue it?"
"Argue? No. But I'm killing Schitzo to death next time I see her." Alpha snickered, sitting back again and crossing her legs. "It's not funny! She injected that stuff into one of my apples! Tainted apples!! That's illegal in some worlds!"
"Which?"
"I...I...that's not the point!" he spluttered. "Did the King even give permission--?"
"Harpi asked. The King," she said, raising her eyebrows, "was amused by the idea of you being forced to forfeit your powers for the few days." The newly human Akino stared blankly at her, blinking his red eyes. Alpha smiled back sweetly. "Can I tell everyone your name is Dorian?"
"No."
"Thanks!"
"But I said--" He sighed and crossed his arms like a huffy four-year-old, pouting. There was no use. What was done, was done. He was human for the next few days. Couldn't use his powers. Looked like a Victorian pretty-boy. At least he had a cool sword--
His hand stopped at where he was sure the sheath had been attached beneath his belt. "Where's my sword?"
"You think I'm letting you have a weapon with the mood you're in?" She pulled her skirt up to one of her black garters; there was her regular gun, of course, as well as the rapier he had picked out, the only upside he had seen in going. Her dark skirt was pushed back down. "Nuh-uh. You can just wait until that Wheel of Misfortune thing like the rest of us, Dorian."
"Stop calling me that."
"Nope."
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Post by raven1972 on Feb 4, 2012 6:45:15 GMT 7
Raven lead his muses inside and said " Thank you , would you inform the master of the house we have arrived?"
" Interesting decor, not to my tastes though, but it certainly fits Reaver." Rich said.
"Yes it is, I wonder where he is " Sela said looking around and thinking it tude Reaver wasn't here to greet his guests.
" If i had to guess i would say overseeing final preparations for the party and the Wheel " Ascatal said has he gave the duffel bag to the guard who asked him for his weapons. " if any man opens this bag they will lose a limb oif any touch the contents their life is forfeit." Ascatal said in a deadly serious tone which left no doubts in the guard's mind.
" It shall be as you say Milord, " The guard said taking it to the designated weapon storage a bit quicker than he might have otherwise done so.
" Geeze Ascatal do you think you were serious enough?" Raven said as he facepalmed*
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Post by Rae on Feb 4, 2012 9:36:36 GMT 7
(OMG, COMMA YAY! -tackleglomp- Just to remind everyone, Albion currency is gold pieces (coins) and, also, do leave your weapons with the doorgaurd before entering the house. *looks pointed ly at her own muses and is given innocent looks* Also..how long would ou like to wait until the Wheel? Cuz, otherwise, we're just chatting to people. :/)
"He's struggling with Rae; she doesn't want to come down stairs," Marcus told Raven, his voice slightly dreamy.
The chatter around them about killed his head. So many people, so many minds. The peoples mere presense made him...hungry. Which was bad. Rae would chain him up in the sunlight if he ate the guests. The shadow man needed...a distraction.
He caught a passing man by the arm and blinked. Okay...make that boy. "Uh...kid? You seen Reaver?"
"No." The brown-haired teenager sounded very irritated about that. "Have you tried asking the staff?"
Marcus let him walk off, pondering this as the boy disappeared into the crowd, muttering what sounded like a very rude diatribe.
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"I don't see the point," the girl muttered. "I'm going to be grumpy and cold and...and...chubby."
Reaver raised a dark eyebrow at his writer. "Chubby? That is the arguement you're going with?"
"Well...yeah," Rae said somewhat lamely, blushing in spite of herself. She was somewhat out of breath, having been whining to her muse the last fifteen minutes they'd spent wandering the halls down to the party. She'd not let Reaver get a word in edgewise and now the writer had a terrible feeling that she was about to get mocked.
"Well. now," the man practically purred, "who could argue with such a...well-thought out statement."
Before Rae could snap at his sarcasm, she was spun towards a mirror. She stared, surprised. She looked terribly short next to him, despite her long legs, and the dress...well, she wondered if Reaver had had a spell placed on the mirror because she didn't think she'd looked decent back in the room. The tight waste and slightly volumous sleeves of her bodice combined with the bustle and somewhat wider skirt turned her from slightly overweight to curvy. Well...at least we match.
Not wanting to say she agreed with him, Rae pouted at Reaver in the mirror. "Why didn't I get to where a hat?"
Reaver looked aghast. "A woman never wears a hat indoors."
"Good thing I'm not a proper lady then, hmm?"
"If you're quite done with this nonsense," the muse began, sounding as though he found the entire situation a very funny joke.
Rae let him lead her to the doors. "If you tell anyone what today is...."
He ignored her and continued into the main hall.
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(Fifteen minutes later.)
Rae disengaged herself from an elderly woman prattling on about her son and went to see if any of her friends or their muses had arrived. Her and Reaver had been seperated half the room ago, but at least there hadn't been a speech; they'd simply merged with the crowd. Rae smiled to herself. That must have been a difficult trick for Reaver.
She spotted Marcus and then Raven and hurried over.
"Prongs!" she gasped cheerfully, hugging him. Finally! People she knew! The gods didn't hate her after all!
She did wonder where everyone else was, though.
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Post by raven1972 on Feb 4, 2012 13:45:41 GMT 7
" Padfoot!" Raven said then hugged his friend. " I swear the driver we hired was as blind as Reaver is deviant., but we got here. Marcus was grumpy for the entire trip. " Raven added.
Sela and rich moved into the crowed and faced a thousand one and one questions about when she was due but finally found a quit table where Sela sat down. " if i have to say my due date one more time i am going to strangle someone!" Sela said exasperatedly.
" I know dear here is some grape juice and some for me " Rich said sitting down with his wife.
Ascatal dodged several human women and finally found the wine and selected a goblet and sipped. " i think avoiding the female guests may be more difficult than the wheel....." Ascatal said as he slipped away from one persistent woman.
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Post by Κομμα on Feb 4, 2012 19:59:02 GMT 7
(-glomprun- Duly noted! Good to know the currency, since I needed it for this post >.> Erm...I'm fine starting it whenever everyone else wants to. As it might stop Akino killing me, I'm game whenever. ^_^ "Waa- aaa!" Thunk. "Ow..." "Oh, heavens..." Struggling over her heels, Comma had fallen rather hard against the carriage; she straightened out, attempted to elbow the snickering necromancer, and nearly lost her balance again in the process. " Stop, I've never even dressed fancy in my home world for anything! Your taste in clothing has led to me looking like freaking Cinderella!" the girl fake-sobbed, turning to slump back against the carriage. She crossed her arms over the bodice of the blue and silver gown. " You walk in heels better than me. It's entirely not fair." "Oh, calm down. You'll get the hang of it out of sheer necessity by the time the night is over." Comma frowned, looking down at the dress. "It covers my feet anyway, can't I just--?" "You're not going barefoot." "But no one would ever--" "No." "Exactly, they'd never know!" Comma said, bending the homophone to her advantage. "So you agree!" "You're not going barefoot, Mistress. If you continue to argue I have no qualms about carrying you over my shoulder like a misbehaving toddler." Sighing dramatically, she nodded in submission. Ergualph ( 'Judas, you're supposed to be calling him Judas, you ditz.') was true to his word on such matters more often than nod; she had learned to except anything out of this lunatic, and she didn't particularly want to entertain the concept of it given how poufy her petticoat was. He smiled. "Good." He offered his arm. Comma stared at it inquisitively. "Take it. At least this way you won't be falling all over yourself." "I guess..." she said, slightly reproachfully. "It just seems so utterly... formal." "It is a rather formal party." Comma shrugged and straightened herself out once more from leaning against the carriage. She started to take the first careful step toward Judas. "SCHITZO! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!" At the sound of this yell, coming from a tall figure standing at the nearby docks, Comma suddenly gained the inexplicable ability not only to move in heels, but to move in them very, very fast, in the direction of the manor. Judas and Alpha watched from their separate vantage points as the man gave chase. Sighing, he walked over to the docks, where Alpha was leaving the boat. He offered a hand to help her. "Oh, thank you." She smiled as she straightened out on the dock. "My 'date' sort of took off on me before I was even half out." "So I noticed," Judas said, looking back over his shoulder as the two were reaching the door. It seemed Comma was rather quick when she had a murderous shinigami-turned-human tailing her. He turned back to Alpha, who was attempting to count out money from a small black purse on her arm for the ferryman, who looked thoroughly confused by the paper he was being handed. "No, no, no!" Judas stepped forward, snatched the bills away, and handed them back to Alpha. She was certainly about to protest, he could see. "This isn't your home or the Realm, you can't just pay in whatever you like! Here..." He reached beneath his jacket and retrieved a large handful of small, gold coins, which he held out to the ferryman. "I'm not sure of what service the lady was paying you extra for, but I'm sure it was worthy of it." He dropped the large pile of coins into the man's hand, who looked thoroughly astonished. "Th...thank you, sir." "Oh, don't mention it," he said, waving a hand dismissively; that was barely a drop in the bucket for him. "Now. As both that insufferable Akino and the Mistress have taken off--" It appeared, on glance, that she had already entered the house. "--shall we accompany one another in a slightly more composed manner? I'd rather our hosts didn't think all of us completely barbaric." Alpha smiled. "Well, you're a right side more polite than my previous company, so I don't see why not." Comma had just run past the doorman (only barely screeching to a halt to hand off cutlass she had borrowed from Janx) and in through the door as Alpha and Judas had started to leave the docks; it was at this precise moment, when she stopped briefly in her inward panic between the matters of the currently human god of death tailing her and the large crowd before her, that she felt a tall presence standing over her. "You're dead." She turned around and took a few steps back; though not nearly as tall as usual, perhaps standing at a solid six foot two, Akino was quite a bit more imposing than normal in only as a result of his mood. "B-b-but you were supposed to leave your weapon at the door?" The writer phrased this as a nervous question rather than a statement, laced with quiet nervous laughter. He glared, and replied icily, "Why do I need a weapon?"
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Post by Basil on Feb 10, 2012 12:19:16 GMT 7
“Can I take your cloak for you, Miss?”
Erin smiled and lowered her hood. With an exaggerated pause, she removed her cloak slowly. She was sure that the doorman was enjoying the show. She stopped herself from giggling when she noticed that he was swallowing visible.
Handing the cloak to him, she said in a sultry voice. “Be sure Miss Rae gets the present.”
The albino gathered her skirts and turned to leave. She walked a couple of steps before whirling around gracefully. “And please, don’t forget to be discreet.”
She winked. “Timing is crucial.”
The woman left a rather disappointed doorman as she went to look for her friends. She gave the other guests a polite smile and a nod occasionally, hardly feeling awkward that she didn’t know anyone else. Parties are one of the few things she looked forward to in life. She considered the glasses of wine on the tray held in front of her before picking the nearest one.
“Thank you. Do you know where Reaver is?”
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“Would you like to dance?” A young man bowed before Selena.
The red headed sorceress looked up from where she sat. She smiled a little as her eyes flicked over to Vergil. She was very keen to dance, but her date hadn’t asked her yet. Never mind the fact that they arrived barely five minutes ago and that they were supposed to wait for Erin. She put down her wine glass and pretended to consider. He was quite a good looking young man too.
“What do you think, Vergil? Should I dance?” She asked teasingly.
Looking only sixteen, she doubted anyone other than Reaver would know that she was already married. It was fun to keep people guessing after all. The only drawback was that other women kept swooning over her husband.
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“Where are the others?” Basil thought as she wondered around the room.
It was pretty unnerving being at a party full of strangers. She had lost her red headed muse as soon as they entered the room. The writer tip toed slightly. This was one of the reasons she hated being so short. People kept wondering if she was a kid till she opened her mouth. She barely stopped herself from squealing when she noticed a familiar face. It seemed familiar enough, she hoped. Her memory was fuzzy at the moment.
“Comma?”
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Post by Rae on Feb 11, 2012 2:00:34 GMT 7
(Added a floor plan to the intro for here, so no one will get confused as to how the house is set up. Hope it'll help. Also! I'm giving us all one or two more posts til the Wheel. Just so you know.)
Rae laughed lightly, amused. She could picture Marcus pouting the entire trip, despite his denying it in his thoughts.
"Well, at least you only had to deal with a rubbish driver, Reaver's been a--" she broke off as a nearby party-goer gave her an odd look. Clearly they thought her tone was unlady-like. "Anyway," she added to her friend, hoping she sounded cheerful, "have you seen the others? I could have sworn I saw a muse wandering around...."
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Marcus was bored. He'd left his writer to chat up a pair of twins and found they weren't very intelligent. Now he had no one to amuse him. I should've stayed with the kid, he thought ruefully.
And then someone caught his eye. Ascatal? He wandered over to the elf. "Human women aren't that difficult," Marcus teased. "Just show them something shiny and they're gone. Want to raid the kitchens?"
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Vergil tilted his head slightly as if he were considering her question. The slight smirk he wore was humourless as he turned his icy blue eyes on the poor boy. The half-demon surveyed the boy rather as if he were hunting him; a demon eying it's prey.
"You may do whatever you wish, Selena," Vergil replied to her, his cool tone hiding his amusement at watching the boy's fright from all but those who knew him. "But, I must admit, this...child is beneath you, do you not agree?"
He stood then and bowed to Selena, the movement graceful and oddly fluid, before extending his hand. "Which is why you should dance with me."
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"One would think, as host of this affair, he would be entertaining guests," Reaver replied abruptly from behind Erin, a smirk on his lips and in his voice as he watched her. "Which is why I do so enjoy saving such jeunes beautés as yourself for more...suitable occassions."
He took her hand and kissed it lightly, as he'd purposely neglected to do all previous times they had met. He feigned obliviousness to the disgruntled looks sent their way from more than a couple noblewomen and kept his eyes on Erin. "Though I admit," he added, dark eyes sparlking, "it can paint me as somewhat of a rather poor host. How are you enjoying my party?"
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Post by raven1972 on Feb 11, 2012 7:39:46 GMT 7
Raven could see in Padfoot's eyes the message she wish to convey. " yes I think I saw Vergil and Selena a while ago but I lost them in the crowd, Rich and Sela are over there " Raven said pointing to his married muses.
" No clue where Ascatal has gone off to, perhaps to a quiet corner to avoid any unwanted female attentions., shall we mingle?" Raven said.
"Anything to get away from women who wish to mess with my ears it seems they find them fanscinating.... , anyways lets go before that rotund woman locates me a again she is like a hound on a fox" Ascatal said as he waited to follow Marcus.
" Oh there is Rae!, along with raven! " Sela said waving trying to get the pair's attention. " Yes it is , but i wonder where Marcus has gone off to , hopefully he isn't causing trouble beyond flirting with someone's wife' Rich replied .
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Post by Κομμα on Feb 13, 2012 4:31:23 GMT 7
"Basil??"
Looking around wildly, Comma spotted her friend, and rushed over. Basil was a bit closer to the crowd than herself or Akino, which was a benefit in and of itself; little as Comma liked crowds, she blended in with them well enough.
"Er...I really hate to seem rude, but do you mind if we try finding somewhere a little less...murderous to talk?" She glanced pointedly at Akino. "It's going to end up worse when my other two make it in here." She took a couple side-steps closer to the edge of the crowds. "Wait...might be safe now--" A woman in a pale purple dress seemed to have mistaken Akino as someone she knew and was dragging him off by the elbow into a nearby group of partygoers; this, in spite of his protests. It seemed, if the slight glaze in her eyes was any indication, that she had probably snagged one too many glasses of wine from the trays being carried around the place. "Yeah, it's fine now."
"Where'd the mortal go? I thought he was killing you."
Comma sighed; if it wasn't one, it was another. She looked at Alpha. "He was just dragged off by some half-lit woman over that way." She waved her hand in the general direction.
"He what?!" And with that, the strawberry blonde stomped off in the same direction.
A suffering sigh resounded from the necromancer that had entered with Alpha. "Mistress, why did you bother bringing them? They're not exactly fit for social events."
"Neither am I. Why don't you go find company who is?"
"Someone has to make sure you don't get yourself in any trouble. You have 'socially challenged' written all over you, Mistress. I don't trust the men here not to take advantage of your inexperience with such soirées."
Comma pouted as a few passing aristocrats snickered at her muse's accusations, her cheeks going rather reddish. "You have to say things like that so loudly?" she mumbled. Judas shrugged, smirking a bit. "At least stop calling me 'Mistress.' It's awkward, people are going to think you're my servant or something."
"You're responsible for my existence. It's either 'Mistress' or 'O Holy One.' I think 'Mistress' is likely a great deal less awkward." Grumbling, she crossed her arms and sunk a little closer to the nearby crowd. Satisfied that this was the end of her protest, Judas took a moment to look around; his eyes landed on a familiar face rather quickly.
"Ah, Miss Basil! Please pardon my rudeness!" He offered a low bow, both in greeting and apology. "I'm afraid I was a little preoccupied with my slightly insubordinate authoress. I hope your night is going well?"
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Post by Basil on Feb 20, 2012 22:56:03 GMT 7
[Selena’s POV]
“I thought you’d never ask,” Selena said serenely as she offered Vergil her hand.
Her rust brown eyes twinkling with delight as she waited expectantly for him to take her outstretched hand and kiss it. She had completely forgotten about the boy. Not that it matter. The coward turned tail and run the moment Vergil glared at him. This was one of the reasons why she adored her husband so. It was wonderful having someone all to herself.
“I bet we can out do everyone on the dance floor.”
She got up in a stately manner and glided towards the crowded dance floor. Her hand still holding on to her escort’s. A predatory smile graced her lips. Dancing will be the best way to warm up before the little challenge. Still it was also an opportunity to flaunt, one she was very eager to seize. By the end of their first dance, everyone must stop and stare at them. She hoped Vergil was thinking the same.
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[Erin's POV]
Erin lowered her eyes demurely as Reaver kissed her hand. “C’est vraiment gentil de ta part. Tu es très beau.”
French wasn’t a language she was familiar with. All she knew were a handful of compliments she had picked up from others at the night club. Were any of Miss Rae’s muses more fluent in French? It would be lovely to learn more.
The belle looked up with twinkling red eyes. “I am afraid you have, Mr. Reaver, but with so many guests, it is hard to know where to begin.”
She took out an intricate ivory fan and pretended to fan herself, pausing so that the fan obscured the lower half of her face. She let her voice drop into a sultry whisper. “Though I believe many an Albionian beauty is more disappointed than I.”
Her turned her attention discreetly to the group of women who were failing to feign disinterest in their little tête-à-tête. She knew they were listening more intently than they wished to appear. This was going to amusing. Was there a woman that Reaver wished to avoid perhaps? None among this group seem to be that woman.
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[Basil’s POV]
“Comma!”
The tiny hobbit of a writer ran over and wanted to hug her friend. She stopped. She couldn’t help staring at the muse accompanying Comma. The human seemed awfully familiar. He reminded her of a certain shinigami. Before she could ask if it was Akino, he was whisked away by a lady in a purple dressed. Basil’s black eyes continued staring unblinkingly after the kidnapped muse.
“Weird… I could have sworn that was Akino,” she said absent mindedly.
She hardly noticed the pretty blonde who came and left. The short woman gave a start when she noticed a muse bowing to her. She clasped her hands in delight. This was one of the reasons why formal parties never fail to amuse her.
“You have such amusing friends,” she told Comma.
She blushed. “Oh erm… sorry about that. It’s a pleasure to meet you too. Erm… I guess Comma and I are too use to talking over MSN. We… oh Comma shall we get some punch and head to the garden?”
The plump girl lead the way towards the tables lined with food. Telling muses about what goes on within the secret brackets was a bad idea. There might never be a next time if she did. How did she almost let that slip out? She definitely was still suffering from MSN syndrome.
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