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the Month of Harrowing - Brothers Grimm Masquerade Ball
Basil snickered as he sauntered into the gardens. This was going to be the most fun he'd have in awhile. Stretching up his legs were stockings of orange and green stripes, and pumpkin pants hung beneath his waist. His sleeves ran twoards his gloves of leather, and were the same style as his stockings, and they poofed up and brought into a swirl of shiny fabric that ran down his shirt. Crowning his face was a mask that hid all but his gleaming smile, and in his mind were thousands of riddles he was more than prepared to share. For who would be a better Rumpelstiltskin than himself, after all? He wandered along the garden hedge, searching for familiar faces, but as far as he could tell, there was nobody there that he knew... At least none that he had seen thusfar, anyway.
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 3, 2015 19:48:13 GMT
Lorraine could not help but chuckle as the man stumbled back. She lifted one of her hands from the basket to cover her mouth and then tilted her head to the side as she peered up at him when he removed the bed sheet enough to expose his face. Lowering her hand once more, she replied, "Silly, Thrakazog, I know you are not a true ghost--though certainly scary," she claimed with a large grin. "But yes, you do know me. I am Lorri. Did you just arrive here?" For a brief moment she thought of taking off her mask but decided against it. What if someone from the EIRAL guards recognized her? She would be seized instantly and she doubted that a rescue party would come for her as one had come for Skye. "Maybe you and I can enjoy this event together. Do you perhaps dance, Thrakazog? They have food as well we can partake in and by the looks of decorations, much to see."
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Oct 3, 2015 21:09:15 GMT
Thrakazog replaced his sheet, and nodded. "Oogaa, boogaa!" He agreed with his usual well-spoken and voluminous vocabulary.
Then his face brightened, though it was masked by the sheet. "Ooo! Lorri! Harlo dere! Yubyub... me got here a few minutes ago. Me wuz nub gonna come, but me lost a bet." He didn't go into deeper detail - not because he was ashamed of playing cards, but because he was bummed he lost to Toothless George.
At the request to join her for the event, the 'ghost' nodded - or rather, the huge sheet with eyeholes moved back and forth in what might have been perceived as a nod. "Yub - dat'd be nice. Me nub eber dance before, but me know how to eat."
Truer words had never been spoken.
"Me neber been to sumting like dis. Youz mebee lead da way, hmm? Now me know who you iz, me can follow. And mebee before too long, we kin find some ob da food." Thrakazog was hungry - he was almost always hungry. Being poor made the simple task of feeding someone difficult under the best circumstances. But at his size, that task was made even more difficult. He hadn't even realized there would be free food. In fact, now that he thoguht about it - nobody ever said the food was 'free'.
"Ummm... dis food... how much youz tink dey want for it?"
Shambling his way it was only a matter of time before the cloaked figure reached the garden. Looking around at all the other fancy dressed individuals and trying to distinct which stories any of them could of been from. Some were more noticeable from others while some had a more creative and obscure look to them. A rather large individual stood with a white sheet over him which seemed like a poorly crafted idea but the overall bulk of the man made Uriah think of someone from the Dauntless who he had spent little to nearly no time with personally, though a single individual near the hedges got Uriah's attention with his quite colorful outfit and interesting overall look to him.
The rattling noises from his chains made his approach more than apparent as the dangled close to the ground as he kept his arms mainly located by his sides. Starting to put a sway and limp into his step he wanted to come off more as an undead sort of character before he got within speaking range with the individual. "Out all by yourself? Not much of a party if a colorful one like you isn't in the middle bringin' fourth the attention." He spoke out towards Basil even though the two had never spoke before, now was just as good of a time as any to meet someone knew while maintaining their secretive persona's.
Emily sighed in contentment. She saw a man in a white sheet talking to a woman in a wolf mask and various others beginning to mill about. The gold and bronze mask she had set in place before she arrived limited her field of vision slightly but she could still see quite a bit. With a hesitant step she finally decided to walk around a bit. It beat standing as a wallflower all night long. The young woman wanted to see everything, considering it may only be one chance in a lifetime to roam the palace grounds. She began to mingle with the others without really talking to anyone. That was until she was passing by two visitors and saw a member of staff coming her way with a tray. They looked slightly burdened. She moved aside to let them pass, courteous overall, and accidently bumped into a man in shackles. Turning with more than a small blush under her mask she held out a hand slightly. "I'm very sorry sir! I didn't see you there." She gave him a small apologetic smile before backing away a few steps.
Last Edit: Oct 5, 2015 12:10:37 GMT by Emily Grace
"Hello my undead friend!" Basil replied with a skip towards Uriah. "How're you doing tonight? Enjoying the party? I can't say that I have someone along with me of whom I'm acquainted, no, but as I have just met you, I suppose that has changed, now hasn't it?" He paused as a girl in a golden mask began moving "H-hey watch-" It was too late. The two had already bumped into each other.
"It's supposed to be from the 'The Iron Stove,' where the prince gets turned into a stove and apparently the princess somehow turns him back by...scraping a hole in him (in stove form)?" Amon shook his head. "Fairy tales can be weird...it was one of the few stories I could somehow translate my arm into. How about you? What fairy tale did you choose?" he asked, continuing to divulge in small talk.
"....Scrapping a hole in him? Really?" The redhead couldn't help but snort at that, then shook her head. Fairytales could be really strange indeed, she agreed with him. "I never heard of that story, but then again, there are too many out there to remember them all..."
At his question about what she was dressed as, Edelweiss gave him a half-smile. "I chose The White Bride And The Black One for my costume. It's a story about girls who are in the forest and God asks them where is the path to town, one refuses to tell and the other offers to show him the way. Then the one who led the way was blessed, to become beautiful and angelical, and the one who refused was cursed, turning as charred and ugly as sin. A bit of a twisted story, but I thought it'd be fitting." Both of them were fitting to her, as ironic as that may sound. Cruel in a way too, since the 'cursed' bride had done nothing wrong the whole tale besides just her face scaring a rich guy, and the 'blessed' bride was not exactly a pool of graciousness either with what she let be done to her sister at the end. "Do you think we'll recognize anyone when we get there?"
"...I see..." Amon replied, unable to think of a way to respond to Edel's thoughts that it was fitting. Well...she was an assassin after all...could it be that he was looking at her through rose-colored glasses?
...nah.
"Well, possibly..." he said, answering her question about recognizing people. "It might take a second or two longer, due to costumes, but, in the end, I think so...I just hope that if certain people decide to show, we can either recognize or not recognize them fast, depending on the person in question." It would be bad for certain fugitives to be recognized easily and for certain demons to be recognized too late.
He walked with Edel in silence for a bit, simply enjoying her company, before proposing a another topic.
"...How's your guild handling the martial law?" he asked softly. Outside of the shadier business, the Theater District practically lit up the night...not too difficult to see how this impacted Edel's guild.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Ikuze looked back at him when he asked his questions. "Yeah, Cait's going to be there. As what I got no clue. Maybe Cinderella or Snow White given her sense of humour with her papa at the moment." she shrugged before handing him over the costume bag and turning back around so he could get changed in relative privacy. "There's some padding in the costume as well, since... well, last I saw you you were a bit on the skinny side, so I got it padded. Doubt the EIRAL's would be looking for a big buff guy when the last they saw was a skeleton. No offence." the thief dressed as a maid said. She stood in silence for a few minutes, her mind going through the ins and outs of the situation. She opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it again as she thought better of it. The blue haired girl shook her head to clear it before looking over her shoulder. "Ready yet to go find your Princess? Personally, I'd rather see her with you than Levi. You would at least lock the door." she asked the soon to be Frog Prince.
Skye could see Caitlin dressing as a princess, though he was sure their previous talk might have soured her mood a bit. Perhaps she would go as something else. He just hoped that whatever it was, she was recognizable and not dressed like himself. The costume fit snugly as he put the pieces into place. The padding was a nice touch giving him more of his former appearance. It was nice to feel large again, even if it was a lie. He was beginning to like the idea of heading somewhat recklessly to the ball, when Ikuze brought up Levi. The thought of her sleeping with the man coiled up his insides like a sailors knot. Could he win her back when she'd shared such an intimate act with the man? He couldn't believe she'd just give herself to him without having feelings towards him, and that put him at a disadvantage. He'd opened himself up for the first time since he'd lost his wife and child, and now things were beginning to topple over on his exposed heart.
He took a deep breath, pushing the panic back into the darkness where it belonged. He then joined Ikuze in the hallway and closed the door. "I shall accompany you to this ball, my Lady, on one condition. You do not mention Levi or his depravities again," he said flatly and then offered the blue haired girl his arm.
Woah! The man before spoke with an amazing spark of what seemed to be interest in his voice. It was more than enough to leave the hooded masked man stunned enough to not catch onto his warming before he found himself being pushed by another individual. Uriah twisted his head to the side and observed what had knocked into him and much to his own surprise was a masked female. "Ooph!" He let out before looking at someone who was already in the middle of her apologies before he had managed to stand himself back up in a lumbering posture and raising up hands up in front of him as though he was attempting to grab her before chuckling and giving her a slight bow.
"Please think not about it, for as a night such as this one should expect to crash and thrash against one another!" He let out his best impression of a psychotic laugh before starting to cough mid way through and hunching over. "Oh.. My, remind me not to try somethin' like that openly again... Maybe next year. Though yeah don't worry about it to much. Regardless it's a pleasure to both of you on a night such as this." Uriah spoke out to both of the individuals though his focus was mainly let to the gold masked female he did turn back to look at the original he had spoken to.
"It's an occasion where your face and background mean nothing other than to just have a spectacular time. I just couldn't imagine wanting to come across someone I knew from the world outside of this garden." Uriah seemed to have gotten very much into the whole atmosphere and spirit of what this time of year usually brought with it. "Though the night is still young, I could definitely enjoy this party much more." The man chuckled lowly as though he was plotting something or perhaps just attempting to put on a scare.
Emily saw the mans hand reach up as he fought to regain his balance and she immediately pulled her own hands to her chest leaning slightly back from him. She wasn't sure what he was doing until he straightened up again and bent in a bow. She backed up a bit again at the strange statement and laugh emanating from the man. 'Great, I backed into a crazy man...' She muttered in her mind before realizing he was only getting into the Hallows Eve spirit. She felt a smile break on her face even though she wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. She cast a gaze over the second man who had tried to give some form of warning. "Same." Emily replied timidly. This hadn't been the meeting she would have hoped for but it was a start. "Is it not strange that you can come here and make many a friend in one night yet not know their names or anything about them the next day." Emily didn't quite understand masquerades completely yet. Newbie at city life here. She raised an eyebrow at his maniacal demeanor. He was planning something. She slowly drifted closer, her curiosity over riding her skittishness.
Last Edit: Oct 5, 2015 12:16:50 GMT by Emily Grace
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 4, 2015 5:29:25 GMT
It was only seeing that I-don't-know-how-to-react-to-that face Amon pulled at the explanation for her costume that Edelweiss realised she'd probably just said something really weird and potentially creepy. Just because he knew of her job it didn't mean he'd have the same tolerance or be as habituated to grim reasonings as her workers were. Oops. Bad mistake on her part. "And this is why you never had a normal relationship before, Edel, you're crazy." She thought to herself and needed some effort not to sigh. If she kept saying this kind of stuff maybe Amon would notice she's really broken and storm away, she'd have to try and control herself better.
"Sorry, I said something strange." She apologised, a bit of flustered embarrassment on her face despite the smile.
The costume topic was dropped in favor of other questions, first her own about recognizing other people at the Ball, then one of his about her guild right as they finally approached the Queen's garden. That made her snicker. Ok, now this was better, the mood was all light and festive again. "Can't say anyone there likes the Martial Law, but we're getting by. The law forbids people from walking in the streets at night, but there's nothing against people staying within our stabilishments after close hours. So mainly we're offering discounts or lodging to any customers who stay overnight. Some places are strained, but others are even gaining some extra profit despite how the city's economy is going lately."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Basil grinned at the two before him, andnot wanting to ruin their fun, sauntered off somwhere to sit... FOOD! THEY HAD FOOD! He darted over to the table and snatched a plate from the pile, but turned around to face a towering man with what looked like a bedsheet over him. How adorable, Basil thought to himself. He wasn't sure which character he was supposed to be, but appreciated the giant man's attempt anyway. "Hello spooky ghost!" Basil exclaimed with a wave.
Kalum loved to dance and he loved music, but he hated large crowed--loathed and detested in fact, so, when the announcement of the ball had come through EIRAL headquarters for soldiers to stand guard, Kalum had not volunteered which was unusual for him as he had volunteered for every assignment, every mission, every task he could manage to do. However, returning home to his family had been a mistake.
Neither he nor Alice wished to attend but they both had forgotten their cousin's socialite behaviors. No matter what excuse either made they could not escape the inevitable of the ball and so it was begrudgingly that they finally went as three characters from The Glass Coffin. Ulrich had dressed himself as the tailor since he refused to dress as either the Stag or the Bull, and he refused to be the Princess for obvious reasons--and Alice fought him for it. Kalum sadly was left with the Stag or the Bull though he had a remedy for that.
If Kalum was to go to this awful event, he would need allies and so he had made arrangements to meet with Andronikos at the front of the gates. When all three Wulfgangs had finished preparing for the event and showed at the front gates, the huntsman immediately went to search for his ally. The huntsman wore his usual attire as though he this was a normal day for him much to Ulrich's chagrin, but there was something special in his hands. When he found Andronikos, he smirked at the man and held one of the two masks out to him, the bull, while he held onto the stag. "I think this one suits you better. Are you prepared," he asked as he slipped on the silly looking stag mask. The masks were fashioned to look like the animal and as a result, the muzzles and masks were flimsy but covered their entire heads.
It was getting colder, it seemed, and although his uniform could retain heat well, this was not an event where he would wear it so openly. Hide your face, mask your name - that's what it seemed to be, and part of him appreciated that fact. What he did not appreciate, however, was the fact that he had to be there at all.... That being said, he felt somewhat obliged, and Kalum had requested his presence, so he waited outside for him. Draped over his shoulders was a long, black jacket, and underneath he was clad in a white button up shirt that had a few of the top notches open. Heavy boots climbed his calves and his pants were tucked into those. He could hear the clammer of conversation just within the gate, and like that, he waited, until he could see Kalum on his way over. When the other man handed him the mask, his expression became as hard as stone, and he stared at the bull-head's bulging eyes and floppy muzzle, then sighed to himself and slipped it on his own head. At least nobody would recognize him in such an idiotic getup.
Raising his eyebrow as the colorful one had managed to stroll off and go on his own to break away from him and the masked female, Uriah let out a sigh at his disappointment to have ran off someone. Perhaps he was just over doing it but there still remained someone else before him. "How rude.. Please do not let me keep you from where you were going." He kept his smirk upon his way allowing the female to dismiss herself if she so wanted to go mingle along with other guest while he could take the time to look around even more. Being in the garden gave him a good chance to scout around and take references for future dates when he might have the need to come back to this location, though with so many guest he figured security would not only be waiting but also mixed in among the crowd.
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