This is Halloween: Masquerade Thread

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A tall man with inky black color in everything he wore and was had slipped into the ballroom at some point, a feeling of odd quietness around him both in the solemn way he carried himself, as well as something else more one couldn't easily pin down. Magic was heavy feeling closer to him. He wore a suit with elaborate, dangerous etchings in the fabric, and an elegant cloak over it- which held a slight violet hue when flowing, and resembled deep, dark water in quality. Signs of skin were covered by his clothes, gloves, cloak hood, and mask.

The mask held the same attractive and unsettling etchings as the suit, not quite familiar to this world, and was featureless from the outside other than the holes for eyes to look through. The color of the eyes, if you were to look closely, couldn't quite be pinned down either, and felt beautiful and terrifying all at once. You couldn't look into them for very long. At the top sides of the mask, and just before the cloak's hood started hiding things, antlers poked out and up. They looked almost teeth-like. Uncomfortable. Dangerous. Beautiful.

Eerie.

The inky man danced to music that nobody else seemed to hear, and quietly welcomed others to join him, in a hope that he could feel something.
 
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A Maiden of Roses and Blood

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The girl flinched, almost instantly. She slowly turned her head towards the voice that she wished wasn't addressing her, but she figured immediately that there was no chance for that wish to come true. The man was looking at her.

He looked and felt... oddly familiar. But the girl insisted she wasn't going to keep thinking about who he was, because otherwise these masks would lose their purpose. She uncrossed her arms and shook her head.

"No. I do not dance," she spoke gently. Not entirely a lie, but not entirely true either. All that mattered, however, was that she was being invited to a dance and she wasn't exactly willing to participate.

"Are you, Sir?"

@"ReD"
 

Poppy

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She blushed when he positioned them, placing her hand on his shoulder. Holding tight like a lifeline. She looked down at their feet and followed his movements. One, two, three, four. She stumbled, once, bumping their feet together in an awkward fashion. She mumbled a quick apology and tried again. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

"Well, you must be a chameleon 'cause you're blending in right." For a brief moment, she looked at his eyes and wondered if she knew him from some place.

Couldn't be. She only knew a handful of gentlemen. Wasn't this what she wanted in the first place? In a leap of half-desperation and half-bravery, she drew in closer, almost close enough to press their chests together. As they moved, she memorized the movements enough that she didn't make anymore dumb shit mistakes.

She liked this better. Closer. More intimate.

"No... but... I mean, I kind of... want it to be up my alley, you know?" She chuckled. "I don't think I'm doing a very good job, to be honest, but you know. Every little girl wants to be a princess."



 
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@ Golden Flowerfall

The young man's laughing stopped when a girl with a magnificent green and black gown passed by him. He was amazed at how long it was. It made her look just like a fairy tale princess. She seemed to pay no attention to him, but he thought she looked perfect.

He eagerly followed her across the room.

When she stopped to compliment another woman, he approached them both with a friendly smile. "Y- ...Both of the dresses look lovely," he said, choosing his words very carefully. He wanted to play pretend as long as possible. "'O course, the women in them look lovelier still. I was wondering if ...the beautiful lady would care for a dance?" he asked, and extended his hand towards the Golden Flowerfall.
 

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The boy barely heard the slightest mention of a voice behind him. He turned to see if someone was actually there and, to his delight, he was surprised to see an actual person talking to him. He gave the girl (for yes, even more surprisingly, it was a girl) a warm smile as he looked her over. She wasn't as tall as he was, that much was clear. She was cute, though. In an odd, I-can't-place-it sort of way, but still cute.

"Hello," he said, loud enough to be heard while not shouting out that they were conversing. "You look lovely, miss," he said kindly. If she was that quiet, he thought, maybe being a jerk would be a bad idea. I have limits, after all. He went to extend his hand in a greeting before he realized where he was and stopped himself.

"I would ask you for your name," he said with a small laugh, "but I think that would defeat the purpose of the masquerade. Still, I don't feel bad at all telling you that I'm a new student." He took a look at the dance floor and saw that it seemed to be a waltz. He didn't know much about dances, let alone fancy masquerades, but he knew how to waltz. In theory.

He extended his hand towards her and tilted his head slightly. "Care to join me for a dance?" He gave her a small, playful smile before looking around and spotting some empty tables. "If not, could I convince you to have a seat with me?"

As he waited for a reply, he suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. I hope my eyes don't freak her out.
 

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Gilded gold mask with checker design

The male looked at the new comers to the refreshment table as he gave them a warm smile. "My my you both look lovely don't you?" This was just magnificent, he loved the silver and the other one's green he then soon returned back to his drink.

Drinking his juice very sophisticated he watched as more and more people were coming in, the male watched from behind his mask joyfully as he finished his juice and turned only to be bump into. Turning and looking at the female who had somehow found a way to trip over his feet he'd only smile when he heard that one person's laughter and only glanced at his direction.
"Oh it's fine...are you okay?"

He looked at her Crimson mask and then checked himself for any spills on his suit but finding none he looked back at the girl and..was feeling a bit uneasy for some reason. "What bring you here on this fine elegant night madam?"
 
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The Silver Maiden

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@Golden Flowerfall

The Silver Maiden had been lightly sipping her drink when she was approached. She smiled as Golden spoke, and took in her dress.

"As do you." She closed her eyes as she smiled, stepping aside from the drink table to allow Golden passage.

"Your dress is simply stunning, Where did you get it?" She asked, curious. It truly was a beautiful dress.


@Purple Crow

That's about when a gentleman arrived, and complimented their dresses. The Silver Maiden nodded, smiling.

"You look rather dashing yourself tonight, sir."
 
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The Silver Maiden

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The Silver Maiden took a long sip of her wine, looking around, smiling brightly when she was approached.

"Hello there." She greeted the woman, before her smile brightened as she was complimented. "As do you. Your dress is outstanding, where did you get it?"

She made some idle chit-chat with the other woman, until a gentleman approached them.

"Thank you sir, you look rather dashing yourself." She politely sipped her drink as he asked Golden to dance. He certainly was polite.
 

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Grant sighed to himself as he stood in the back of the room. He didn't like getting all dressed up like this, but he had drawn the short stick for chaperoning this event. The captain was currently dressed in a tuxedo, A pure white mask over his eyes. The left eye was covered with plaster, and a deep red splotch stained the mask over his eye, giving the impression it was bleeding from below.

He took a large swig from the glass of wine he was holding. It was pretty weak, but it helped. He wished he had a watch, but evidently his pocket-watch didn't "Match his tuxedo".

The masked pirate sighed, running a hand through his short white hair. Hopefully this would be over soon.
 
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