Masquerade Ball: Event Thread

[Anonymous]

http://imgur.com/MZ6RMVv

They swayed to the music, "well it's my middle name," he chuckled, "it's a pretty plain middle name, rather boring. Is Gwyndalynn Pierce your real name?"

He smiled brightly his red eyes shining, "I have to admit, I was a bit nervous coming here, it's been over a year sense I've been to any sort of party." He looked at her a grateful look on his face, "Thank you, for agreeing to dance with me. Being here, dancing with a lovely girl, it really is great."

@Gwyndalynn Pierce

 

[Anonymous]

Gold Greek Comedy Mask, Black Tuxedo
(@Gold Domino Mask and Opalescent Tuxedo, @Kadakism)​

With these types of socials, one never knew if their partner was actually horrid. That was why dances and conversation were encouraged — to gauge the attractiveness of their partner without the pretense of conventional beauty. Unorthodox as it might be, the man didn't care for such vapid things. He could take it or leave it. He looked for explosive personalities in his flights of fancies, and being tricked into thinking somebody was one by their face was a nuisance he was glad to be rid of.

He pursued this person with high expectations, and they were immediately met. Easy banter. Striking confidence. It was only right that they end up with each other for the night.

"I've noticed. I happen to be the same. Isn't it only right that people such as us be admired and adored?" Arrogant, yes, but he carried it with its own dignity. His sly grin could be seen through his mask. When asked about his wishes, he considered for a bit. "Well, my dear, I happen to be looking for fireworks, and I seem to have found it." Forward and to the point, like how he approached many things in life. It had its own appeal.

With that, he spun him and pulled him close, a hand steady on his lower back. "I happen to be good at granting wishes. A dance, a drink, a conversation, and everything that waits after midnight, correct?"

 

[Anonymous]

Black Metal Mask with White Tuxedo
(@Narraine Arore)​

The lovely lady took his hand, and the man was every bit delighted by it. For as long as he'd lived in the island, he had never once danced with a lamia. This was, indeed, a great honor. He could practically gush. He lead her to the dance floor and joined the other dancers with practiced ease.

They were surrounded by ball gowns. There were a sea of supernatural features, but it looked like this was the one snake tail in the dance floor. He felt rather special!

"Excuse me for being so excited... but your tail... and your dress! Oh my. I hope that's not rude. I simply adore it. Thank you for dancing with me." He beamed at her. "I hope you're having a lovely evening?"

 

[Anonymous]

Orange gown, black laced mask

The night was in full swing, and the ballroom was packed with a colourful variety of creatures. She had danced since she got there, and it was becoming boring. Plus, her feet hurt in her heeled boots. She hadn't really talked to anyone at the ball yet, aside from accepting dance partners, and she wanted to just stop twirling and stepping. So, after finishing a dance with a vampire, she scanned the crowd for a potential friend.

Everybody seemed to be in groups, though. As a new student at Starlight Academy, she had no group which she fit into. She was also thirsty. But the only beverage that seemed to be around was the punch bowl, which she was almost certain contained alchohol, and she was underage. But then, she realised the true beauty of the masks - nobody knew who anyone was. She could drink tonight, because in her mask, heels and elegant gown, anyone would think she had reached adulthood. So she decided to go and drink the punch.

When she got to the bowl, she glanced around just to check if anybody was watching. Nobody seemed to be, but she assured herself that nobody knew or cared anyway. She ladled herself a cup and nervously walked away from the bowl. She took a sip and her energy immediately flooded back to her. She was honestly worried about what she would do...

 

[Kada]

Gold Domino Mask & Opalescent Tuxedo
@Gold Comedy Mask & Black Tuxedo​

Admired and adored? He couldn't have said it better himself. Matching the sly expression of his dance partner, he nodded simply. "Like gods amongst mortals. There's no more appropriate place for us than the center of attention."
At the mention of fireworks, his eyes quickly flitted to the black iron bangle around his wrist. Fireworks were a spectacle, flashy and explosive. A fitting description of himself, if he had ever heard one.

He didn't have long to contemplate further as he was spun and brought in close to his dance partner. The sudden closeness, the firm hand on his back, made his eyes practically shine with their own light. Easing a hand up to touch the mask that shrouded the other man's face, he leaned in so that their faces were nearly touching and whispered, "I'm a creature of excess, of passion. I have no doubt you can keep up, but I thought it fair to warn you regardless. My wishes tend to be rather demanding."

 

[Anonymous]

@Zefran Hatter

Young Lady Wearing A Lace Veil And Swan Feathers In Her Hair​

It took her a moment to realize that she was being addressed. Startled, the young lady took a step back, eyeing the man with the simple white mask warily from behind her veil. The feeling of magic in her fingers jerked before settling back down to decisively muted levels.

"Please excuse me," she said, surprise clear in her voice as she curtsied a moment later. She spoke somewhat quietly, as if afraid of being judged. "I do not -my dancing is not- I am not accustomed to dancing with strangers." A characteristically frosty tone could be heard from her, an unconscious addition that often caused her some communication issues.

 

[Anonymous]

Blue feathered dress & Matching mask
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Oh, how Sparrow did love to dance to the music. It had been so very long since she'd let loose like this. That was all the mask. No consequences. No presence to keep up. It was a weight lifted from her chest.

When the music had ceased, Sparrow took the chance to get the two of them each a cup of punch from the refreshments table. She was swift and silent enough to return not soon after Aylin had turned back around from setting aside her cello.

When Sparrow heard her name being called (sweet, like the taunting cry of a cat to a bird) she grinned, footsteps subconsciously smoother, quieter, as she approached the Lamia from behind.

She threw an arm around Aylin, some of the punch in the cup swishing dangerously close to the rim, and nuzzled her cheek with the other woman's.

"Did you miss me? You didn't think I would stray off, did you, chéri? No, never on you. I got you a drink. You must be parched, working so hard up there. You seem to be free now, no? Would you care for a dance? I promise I'll go easy on you." With this, Sparrow nipped gently at Aylin's cheek with delicate fangs.
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@Aylin Arore​

 

[Anonymous]

Simple black dress & Horned mask
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Gwyn smirked and reached up with her right hand to give her right earlobe a slight tug as an answer to his question. "Well, a year isn't that long to go without a party, I say. I tend to stay away from them myself. Too many people. One of those shy types, you know? Thank you for the compliment, you're quite dashing yourself, though such things are hard to tell with masks, right?"
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@Adam​

 

[Anonymous]

Orange gown, black laced mask

The punch was amazing. She glanced around the room, but nobody seemed to care that she was drinking it. Perhaps it didn't contain alchohol? She had never had it before, so how was she to know what it tasted of? Anyway, it must've contained something, for as soon as the liquid passed down her throat, she felt a surge of energy. She didn't feel like calmly dancing anymore. She didn't want to talk anymore. She wanted to...

WOOSH! Out popped her wings. Luckily her gown had an open back. They stretched to their full wingspan, and she lost control. She flew straight up over the crowds of dancers and began twirling around in the air. Narrowly missing the large chandelier on the ceiling, she swooped and pulled out just above a dancing couple. She wanted to stop her power. She truly did. But it just kept whizzing her around. She yelled for help, but nobody heard her over the music that was being played. This was embarrassing. This is why she had to come to Starlight Academy in the first place...

 

[Saber]

http://imgur.com/2t6MBjP

Wearing A Simple White Mask

He nodded and gave her a kind smile, "I understand, such things can make you nervous if you are unaccustomed to it."

"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable that was not my intention," he flicked his wrist, a rose coming from seemingly nowhere, "allow me to re-introduce myself," he gently put the rose in her hand, "my name is Zefran Hatter, I just arrived today, so everyone here is a stranger to me as well." He pushed his mask up to let her see his purple eyes, "please will you dance with me, that way we can talk, and no longer be strangers."

@Young Lady Wearing A Lace Veil And Swan Feathers In Her Hair