A Night of Bewitchment - The First MCSS Fundraising Ball

Honestly Tomo did have a point. Tadashi had a tendency to worry. His inner old man showing, in some ways. But no, his tuxedo was actually well fit. Even if he didn't personally like to go quite so far in dressing up, he was the most used to wearing collars and nicer clothes out of the three as far as he knew.

He elbowed Tomo lightly for her jokes. "Talkign about your butt itching is really ladylike," he laughed.

Tadashi firmly disagreed with Tomo's inner thoughts. He definitely believed they could gain a father figure, but only through time. And only if they wanted it. He probably also wouldn't want to call Rafael 'dad' either, but that wasn't super important right then. They were at a big fancy party and trying to be on their best behavior.

He nodded as Shiro said what was probably the most reasonable course of action. Just asking the man what he would prefer to be called. "You're right, I guess I should just ask him really. But you're plenty ladylike Shiro. You're not even taking about itchy butts," he smiled and then stuck his tongue out at Tomo.

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@Saber

Felen nodded and lowered his cup of water. Once more taking a casual glance around the room before resuming the conversation. "To dance, to gather people for certain types of conversation and as far I'm aware, to bring rich people together to open their wallets. But the first two are more appropriate for myself. I'm neither rich nor a benefactor here."

He allowed a cool smile to cross his face. A slight upturned twitch of his eyebrow at the comment on unwritten laws. He was building a quick and dirty idea of this man in his head. Clearly scarred and having difficulties adjusting. Not hostile but seeming to like grinning a little too much to be normal for this place. He had an air of danger to him, the kind that came from training and, unfortunately, experience.

"I am from someplace else. I do not think elves are as prevalent here in this world. At least not from what I've seen. I wont ruin the mood with any grisly details but in summary my unit was ambushed and some form of magical interaction landed me here." It was sharing a little more than usual for a first introduction but it wasnt a secret and Felen had a hunch the man would appreciate the little extra information. At the very least he could keep him in conversation until he confirmed whether the man was a threat or not.

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Curious. Apparently Maarab was here not for the fundraiser but for the social event. Fair enough. He could appreciate wanting a nice evening of conversation and dancing. That was more or less what he had hoped for himself, assuming he wasn't called to action to assist or defend Ms. Del Bosque. But she still seemed to be doing fine at the moment.

Felen took another sip of his water as he listened to Maarab reference heaven and hell and some kind of outposts. Military bases of some kind? He wasn't entirely certain. Another note to keep track of. "As I understand it you are correct. Only humans aside from the hidden supernatural beings among them. I have not seen the rest of this world either though."

Then the question about his hand. It didn't upset him like it had once upon a time. When the hand was new he had tried to cover it up or avoid speaking of it but that was ineffectual and unhealthy. So Felen had grown more used to displaying it and answering teh same question as always 'is that normal?' "No, this is not common for my people," he began as he raised up the black clawed hand so Maarab could see it closer. The orange ornamentation on it glinted a little in the light and the claws twitched like it wasn't just responding to Felen's wishes alone.

"Unfortunately I was partially possessed by a demon after falling in battle. The clerics kept it from consuming me entirely but I was left with some additions."

He didn't say anything in response to Maarab's mention of an "education". The look the man had upon his face reminded Felen of those who came back from particularly bad engagements. The look Felen probably had worn for a time after his own return from death's door. He didn't know enough about the man though to offer comfort. A hand on the shoulder or a few soft words might not be appreciated so he let him finish his thoughts.
@Boop

Felen mostly just nodded at the mention of people not seeing the whole world here. He didnt really have much of a desire to explore it all either. He was glad to be where he was, with a solid purpose to follow.

He didnt roll up his sleeves to give Maarab a better look but he also didn't pull it away after the man got his first glance at it. "Funny. I have this in a roundabout way because I was a soldier too. All of my people are, at least when young. The possession though... isnt a common thing." Indeed the extensive tattooing and binding rituals to hold it steady had been more or less last ditch efforts.

The next question was quite easy to answer though. "When I arrived I felt like I lacked a purpose. Finding my employer has been very rewarding," he explained as he casually slipped his cup onto the tray of a waiter as he passed by. "But tell me, what is it that give you purpose here?"
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