Masquerade Ball: Event Thread

[Anonymous]

http://imgur.com/MZ6RMVv

He smiled a similar glint appearing in his red eyes, "I've really enjoyed this evening, and I see no reason for us to go our separate ways," he meant it, this night had been amazing in his eyes.

They continued to sway to the music, their movements in sync, "what would we find? It's a literal magic island," he smirked, "imagine the trouble we could find," he would explore it either way, but he was enjoing being around Gwyn.

@Gwyndalynn Pierce

 

[Anonymous]

@Zefran Hatter

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

While she had known that there were plenty of island residents with little to no affinity for magic, she still found herself a bit pleasantly surprised. "I see," the young lady said haltingly. "That is fortunate, then."

Thus no longer having a reason to refuse him, she let herself be led to the dance, little pinpricks of feeling jolting up her spine as Hatter placed his hands into the correct positions. Even though dancing was a buried love of hers, she had never had the opportunity to actually practice with somebody else. The motions, however, were so known to her that they littered her dreams. Mechanically, she did the same under his guidance. Faintly, she thought, Oh.

"I must correct you, sir. I did nothing of particular value," she said to him as they began to blend in with the other dancing couples. Perhaps, if she were capable of blushing, she would have but the idea seemed as if it were drawn from a book. She was rather unclear on how to proceed.

"I," she started in response to his compliment, glancing sideways at the people around them. "I think that you must be mistaken. Perhaps you think that I am somebody else?" Yet, he had said that he had only just arrived. With his kindness, however, she did not know how it was that he could not have been approached by anybody else before her.

 

[Anonymous]

Golden Mask With Bronze Filigree, Star-Scape Ballroom Dress

Nothing was going to ruin this night, she had taken all the precautions she could. Her 5'11 frame moved into the ball seeing everyone dancing and moving. They were entranced in the night and weren't looking at her yet. But the redish tinted brunette hair flipped through the air as she made it all go over one of her shoulders. Her dress, being a strapless form fitting corest top that had a deep plunging neck line that went down to her belly button was solid black and even darker at her bust line seeming to eat the light coming at it. The bottom was colorful and had was swirls of nebulae and stars.

Looking over her shoulder she looked to a certain friend she practially had to drag the entire way. "Darling are you going to be joining or just stand near the door the entire time?" Her friend didn't like to come to these large party gatherings. "we are here to show off, not to hug the walls this time. Okay?" She moved her emerald green eyes over the croud, she now could see a lot of eyes on her as they caught sight of her pale skin and revealing dress. Shadow Silk was such an amazing material to wear.

 

[Saber]

http://imgur.com/2t6MBjP

Wearing a simple white mask

He smiled, "you agreed to dance with me, and being able to dance with a lovely girl like yourself is an honor." They continued through the dance, Zefran enjoying every bit of it.

"I must say, your dancing puts mind to shame," he smiled, looking at her with his soft blue eyes, "I don't dance often, so it's quite nice to have found a skilled partner."

He shook, "no mistake, I'm new to the island, I don't know anyone here." They continued their dance, moving with the music, "sense I don't know anyone I decided to ask soneone to dance."

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

 

[Nicole]

Pandora

It was a brand new start. In a manner of speaking.

Pandora walked slowly Into the Ball room. There was no mistaking who she was, she had after all terrorized most of the people here in some form or another over the last few months.Though in the last week she had done something truly unique even to herself. In an act of, What she thought to be, misquided compassion, the spider had lost her life fighting to protect the lives of others. That then begged the question. How was she here? As it turned out Pandora was immortal, All but the most powerful of angelic relics would simply force her to respawn in the pits of hell. So being torn apart by zombies, painful as it was, was not the end of the line for the spider.

Her six eyes glittered in the dim light like rubies as she stepped gently through the doors, and off towards the guestbook. She had on a black dress that she had worn a couple of weeks prior to the costume party. In her current state she had been unable to make herself anything new. luckily this dress was fitting for just such an event. Her long black arms were covered by silken gloves and a black ribbon was tied in her hair. the entire look was completed by a pair of purple flowers, one tied neatly on her bust, the other in her hair.

Her eyes narrowed as she picked up the pen and slowly signed the guest book, leaving her name in beautiful cursive.

 

[Kada]

Gold Domino Mask and Opalescent Tuxedo
​

He danced with his partner, leaning into the man in the golden comedy mask and thoroughly enjoying himself. But then, the briefest of moments he opened his eyes, they suddenly grew wide with wonder. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.​

Pulling away from his dance partner, he barely fought back tears as he approached the newest arrival to the Masquerade. He mumbled an apology to the other man, but seemed almost entranced as he walked away from him.

His voice choked as he stepped closer, unsure of what to say or even really how to speak. Instead, still fighting his own emotions, he sang softly to the massive spider woman before him.
"Large spinning buzzsaws and axes and maces,"
Each word put a lump in his throat, but he fought them down and continued walking toward Pandora.

"And dungeons and black holes and other dark places,"
As he stepped closer, he slowly slipped the black bangle off of his wrist. He glowed momentarily as the magic of his glamour left him.
"And despotic warlords and blood thirsty kings,"
As the glamour faded, what was left behind was a woman in a gold dress, far slinkier and sexier than was probably intended for such an event and an opalescent mask that covered the upper half of her face. Her back length blonde hair erupted into heatless flames, flowing behind her.

She reached out a hand, offering it to Pandora. The tears couldn't be held back any longer. The last line of her singing was practically a whisper, as she couldn't manage much more with how tight her throat felt.
"These are a few of my favorite things~"

@Pandora​

 

[Nicole]

Pandora smiled, putting down the pen, as she examined the other names. It was partially out of curiosity to see who was here, but also to try and guess who wouldn't be here again. It was a morbid curiosity, but there was hardly a person on the island who hadn't heard or experienced something about the maze. Furthermore it seemed the death toll had been higher than anticipated. Pandora herself had played a part in this, but that was before. Besides Death was in her nature, so few could blame her for wondering who had actually not made it out alive. Though she did have her own interests, and hoped a few individuals had managed to keep breathing.

Once satisfied she straightened up, adjusting her dress a moment. She had planned to mingle a bit. talk to some people, and lure away a meal. She hadn't eaten since arriving here, In fact she hadn't eaten since she died, And given her current state she was not feeling up to fighting with able bodied prey like she used to.

Pandora had been about to turn when suddenly something caught her ear. A song. It was a playful little thing, faint and choked, but growing closer. a smile crossed her lips as she turned spotting Malara.

"And despotic warlords and blood thirsty kings," She started to sing along as Malara neared. The woman, who was in truth a demigoddess, looked beautiful, dressed in an outfit that was elegant and sexy. Her hair a fire that lit up the room around her.

""These are a few of my favorite things~" Pandora took Malara's hand and brought it to her lips giving it a gentle kiss. All of her eyes were locked on the goddess as her smile widened, and she pulled her by the hand into a hug, that was perhaps tighter than she had intended. Without a word she skittered back, pulling Malara onto the dance floor, her smile ever present. This was another good day.

 

[Saber]

Mask http://i.imgur.com/FezAm4I.jpg
Suit http://i.imgur.com/4NvkpZE.jpg

He stepped through the doors, limping a bit as he entered. He had been in the mess of things when the zombie horde hit in the corn maze. And in truth he probably should be home resting, but he had been going stir crazy and decided to come to the ball.

He slipped through the crowd of people, doing his best to keep his injuies from impeding his movement, they were patched up but still painfull.

Once through the crowd he found the snack table, he leaned on it a bit and poured himself some punch. He took a sip, his glowing blue eyes watching the party from behind his mask.

 

[Arcadia]

Raheal didn't know why he decided to go to a masquerade. He had never attended one before, but he just wanted to get his mind off of....what happened. He still couldn't believe it. After all those years she was gone.....actually....gone......he couldn't believe it. He had a recent flood of new emotions he didn't understand. Why were they happening now? Was he actually in love with Pandora? Well it didn't matter now sh-..........Raheal froze. Did he hear....singing...no less from Pandora? No...he was just going crazy. His old age was finally catching up to him. But something inside him still caused him to look around for Pandora. He didn't know what but he just had to check.

It wasn't until he looked fully behind him that he saw her. Pandora. Dancing, singing, and completely fine. He couldn't believe it. It was just....too much. He didn't know what too say, he didn't know what to do. He just stood there, watching her dance. She was alive. He hadn't lost her again. She was alive and kicking.....Raheal....almost felt...joy.

 

[Nicole]

The spider had a unique level of fatigue. She had died a week before, and had rebuilt herself a body in the fiery pits of hell, before coming back here. Every muscle was sore, and every breath stung. But she refused to let a single soul see her discomfort as she pulled Malara along in their dance. Despite her discomfort, it felt so good to be alive again. It felt even better to be free of hell, and having to talk to her dad. A small shudder coursed through her mind as she remembered how he had been so "Excited" to see her. naturally he had questioned her escape from the box, but had chalked it up to her being a chip off the old block. she hated when he said that she was like him. Needless to say she was here now, much to his displeasure, and wouldn't have to play nice anymore.

Pandora felt care free twirling Malara around. She had worried that perhaps the horde of ghouls had been too much, and that in the moments after her own death, that the others had fallen. It was nice to see they hadn't, a relief really.

After a few moments the dance ended. It seemed to go on forever, while at the same time not lasting long enough. With the final notes though Pandora pulled Malara into a very warm embrace, one that rivaled the first. She held on tight, and long as if this were all a dream that threatened to vanish if she let go. In many ways Pandora had grown to Love Malara. It was not an emotion she was comfortable with, and not one she knew how to share. But her trip through hell and having to cross paths with her siblings and father made her feel that this woman, this goddess was more her family than anyone. Strange as it sounded Malara was a sister to Pandora. (With benefits ;) )

"I need to rest a bit. Go enjoy the night, i'll be right here... " She said giving the woman another tight squeeze and gesturing her to the dance floor again. Pandora turned now on the spot, and stopped. Even in the dim light she could recognize the reaper. Of course there was no way she would have ever mistaken him for anyone else. He had been over her shoulder for so long now. He was her only constant, the only thing she could rely on. "Raheal"

Keeping her composure at this event was proving difficult, but it was a task she needed to do, at least for now. Still her own smile emerged as she walked towards him. The gap narrowed fast, in a way almost too fast. She had no plan, no idea, nothing. That wasn't like her at all. She was always so cool, and calm under pressure. So sharp tongued and quick witted that people doubted whether she could feel or not. But Now. She could only muster up one simple greeting. "Evening Reaper..."