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the Month of Harrowing - Brothers Grimm Masquerade Ball
To say that Kalum and Andronikos did not look silly was an understatement. The bulging eyes and the floppy muzzle were something no one could take seriously and the partially open mouth of each of their muzzled animals did little to help the situation either--but this was Kalum's revenge to Ulrich. If the man was going to dictate how Kalum wore his hair and anything on his face, Kalum was going to cover it with this stupid mask. The soldier led the other in through the gates and he peered around. With every turn of his head the muzzle whipped and flopped about.
"This all looks weird. Think they got..." and then his eyes found the most gorgeous view he had ever seen in his life. Soft, supple curves begged for his attention and he was all too happy to give in. He never finished his words as his mouth hung some what open just like his masks as he slipped through the crowd to lead Andronikos to the very object of his desire. An entire structure made of gingerbread and sweets! Had he died and gone to a greater place? He had to know if it was real! Kalum's hands went for one of the large gumdrops without even a second thought and much to his dismay it was fake. How cruel! What sort of monster could play with a man's dreams and loves in such a manner and then destroy them! What monster! Devastated, Kalum fell to his knees and raised his arms in the air while crying out in utter defeat. "IT'S NOT REAL," he shouted then fell forward on his hands as well. Such tragedy.
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 4, 2015 6:41:57 GMT
"Oh, I can always try to teach you to dance later tonight if you would like. There looks to be much to see." She hadn't commented on the bet though she was curious how that had ended him up here. What had he been betting on and why the ball? Oh well, it was not her place to question. Food was mentioned and then she laughed when he inquired on the costs.
"No, no," came her reply as she reached forward to grasp one of his large and calloused hands to try and lead him over to where the buffet was housed in the gingerbread structure. "The food is always free at these sort of events. Come." On her way she passed the man who had cried out and gave him and odd look. What had happened? It as none of her business and she pressed on. "There was a tower that looked interesting. I wonder if we can climb up--oh, and did you see that the bread trail led into the woods? Would you like to go and see where they lead?"
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.
The thief dressed as a maid visibly cringed. "Sorry." she said before accepting his arm, when something he'd said stuck with her. "You really think I'm a Lady?" asked the blue haired girl as they walked and began to leave the ship. "Huh... Caitlin and Grand-Father must have really done a number on me then..." Ikuze said before sighing. "Still not lady like enough though for some..." she muttered aloud a little forlornly as she hailed them down a carriage. She didn't particularly fancy having herself and her escort for the evening hike all the way from the docks to the Queen's Garden, especially given her escort's current legal situation. The less time spent on the streets right now, the better in her point of view.
"I hope to see you again sometime in these next few hours sir." Emily did a small curtsy taking her cue to wander off. She wasn't real doing anything. Turning away from him he began to walk away looking around slightly. So many people had shown up in very, very good costumes! A loud yell startled her out of her thoughts and the woman turned her head to see a man on his knees. Reaching back she pulled her braid over her shoulder, running her fingers over the woven threads in it. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible she moved forward inch by inch to get a view of the structure for herself. Who would make a giant and fake treat? That just seemed silly. Well, no, it truly was fake. Such a shame. Emily turned her back to the table to look about, her whims on the treats behind her satisfied.
Last Edit: Oct 5, 2015 12:18:24 GMT by Emily Grace
Post by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen on Oct 4, 2015 14:15:46 GMT
"Tell me again why I am the one dressed in this and you got to be the huntsman?" Leo said as he shoved his yellow, gloved hands into the pockets of his furry, yellow pants.
"Because I found it comical that the huntsman had his own lion." Emelo said with a smirk as he readjusted his belt as the two walked down the street and made their way to the queens gardens.
The two were dressed as characters from a Grimms tale known as The Two Brothers, though rather than dress up as the two brothers the twins decided to go for dressing up as the more main character of the two the younger huntsman and one of his pets, the lion. Emelo was dressed as the younger huntsman. A dark green cape and hood fell over his head and shoulders was connected together with three small round clasps, on his chest was a brown leather chest piece that was connected with softer cream colored fabric to be made to look like a shirt with both long and short sleeves, the longer sleeves were cream colored and the short ones being a darker brown fabric to match the same color of the leather chest. On the leather is an embroidered, golden tree, representing anther fairy tale known as The Golden-Haired Twins, where two young twins are killed and turned into trees with golden leaves, a story to the boys wanted to go with but didn't want to dress as trees for. Emelo's pants were a simple tan that were tucked into two large brown hunting boot that were formfitting in the foot area that slowly got bigger as it grew up the side of his leg. Fake props lay hidden in both a quiver of arrows that lay on his back an a silver painted sword that lay still in its holder that sits on his left hip. A small black slip of fabric with eye holes lay over his eyes, giving the look as though the hood on his head covered his identity, though his hair did stick out in front of the hood
Leo stood in a somewhat large, yellow, baggy outfit made out of a softer fabric. With pockets that hid in the side of this outfit yellow, gloved hands could still enter and exit as they pleased. A long flexible tail was attached to the back of the outfit and bounced back and fourth as movement happened, not only that but a large and puffy mane also bounced up and down with each step that was taken. Two round ears stuck up out of the mane and a small pink nose and puffed up cheeks lay on Leo's face. A golden necklace lay around his neck with a large gold clasp in the middle of it that sits lightly over the boys chest. Overall the two looked like hunter and a lion and for once the two were actually different, neither looking like the other.
"I don't think that is a good enough reason..." Leo said out loud but more towards himself as he stared up at the fountain, hand in his pockets and slouched over some.
Emelo smiled as he stood up straight with his arms crossed over his chest.
The two looked on at the fountain in front of them as the crowd of people moved behind them. This truly was a lovely place.
Last Edit: Oct 5, 2015 4:45:03 GMT by Emelo and Leo Halvorsen: Because work happened and I wrote this in a hurry... so now it is better... ya
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Oct 4, 2015 16:44:25 GMT
The courtyard around the fountain was beginning to fill with guests of all sorts, and Thrakazog was delighted. Many of the costumes were ones he recognized - like Lorri's. She was the storybook 'Big, Bad, Wolf', though as usual, Thrakazog had trouble keeping his fairy-tales straight. He laughed as she took his hand and commented jovially, "So which piggy's house youz gonna blow down first?"
And then he giggled... or rather, he made whatever sound would qualify for such when it was being carried past extra-large vocal cords with a breath like a bellows. He did find it humorous that she'd play a 'big, bad' character when she looked so petite to him. That said, he should have played such a character, except he hadn't had the foresight to plan. That, and he couldn't afford a nice mask like hers.
Still - she offered to teach him to dance, which was nice of her. And more importantly, she was leading him to the - had she said FREE FOOD?
There was a spring in his step as he accompanied her, and he completely ignored any looks that came from patrons who felt the pairing of the 'little' Big, Bad, Wolf leading the massive bedsheet-ghost was a little unusual.
They passed a couple who looked like a hunter and a lion, and another who looked like a different kind of ghost, complete with rattling chains. Thrakazog noticed that much, and regretted not having chains of his own. There was another person dressed in a suit of armor that looked like a pot-bellied stove, which made Thrakazog chuckle. As they neared the gingerbread house, he saw a trio of a princess, a bull, and a stag - though at that moment, the stag was kneeling on the ground, crying out to the night sky, "IT'S NOT REAL!" Meanwhile, a princess looked away, as if the stag was shouting at her and she was embarrassed to be seen with him. Thrakazog thought the stag and princess might be acting out parts in some mock-play, and was delighted that he might get both dinner AND a show!
But as they neared the real food that was set up on tables in front of the fake gingerbread house, the smells wafting from the tables were like smoky tendrils, tugging tirelessly at Thrakazog's nostrils. He gasped, "Oooo!" And then he began to pull in front of his companion, leading Lorri the rest of the way.
Laid out upon the tables were all manner of delectable victuals! There were roasted meats resting - having been cooked somewhere else, and then transported to the buffet. There were strips of beef, legs of turkey, and kebabs of pork. There were cold meats too - chickens and pigs cooked prior to the event and put out with a variety of dipping sauces to tantalize the taste buds of the party-goers. There were even 'sweet meats' - pieces of candied fruit and ginger. And then... then there were the baked goods - pies, cakes, and cookies of all sorts. A razzle-berry dressing, and fudge. Fruits and vegetables were scattered about as well - in some cases, as garnishes, and in others as a display. There were even imported rare fruits, such as pineapples and kiwis - though Thrakazog had no idea that they were called such. There was ale, mead, wine, and water... cow's milk, goat's milk, and creams... cheeses too!
The closer they got, the wider his eyes grew, until they stood at one of the tables and he simply came to a dead stop. He was overwhelmed with choices, and didn't know where to start!
Just then, an old-looking fellow hailed him, "Hello, spooky ghost!"
Thrakazog turned, and realized the man was in a costume -made to look older than he was. He was waving cheerfully though, so Thrakazog returned the gesture, with one of his huge, meaty hands coming out from under his sheet to wave back, "Harlo dere!" He bellowed. "Dis iz all FREE?"
The 'ghost' turned to Lorri, bending down and over to line up the eyeholes to do so. "Me can hab ANYting here?"
She nodded, and with something that sounded like a squeal of glee, the ghost reached up and grabbed a gumdrop off the side of the gingerbread house. It disappeared beneath the sheet, and a loud tearing sound emerged, followed by a rough munching noise similar to the sound horses made when chewing hay. To be fair, Thrakazog wasn't overly impressed. While the treat looked positively decadent - the biggest gumdrop he'd ever seen! - it tasted a lot like paste and paper, not at all the way he remembered such treats tasting from his childhood. He glanced over at the moaning Stag-fellow, and the thought dawned on him that the man might have been talking about the food not being real.
He chewed a little bit longer, thoughtfully, and then placed the large artificial confection on the edge of the table. It had a huge bite taken out of it, revealing the paper-mache insides. The sound of a strong swallow was heard from beneath the sheet, and then his voice came out.
"Me dunno why someone would play a joke like dat," he muttered.
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Oct 4, 2015 22:34:10 GMT
"So which piggy's house youz gonna blow down first?"
"Hm?" Lorraine was confused for only a brief second before it donned on her what he met. "Oh, the straw piggy's home of course. It's the easiest to blow down after all. Who might you be haunting tonight, Thragazog?" The other costumes they had passed were absolutely splendid. She loved the woman dressed as both the black and white bride and the man beside her dressed as a stove? She was unsure which story that was from as she was not familiar with all Grimm Tales, but it was fantastically crafted all the same.
When the food came into sight she found herself being led along as Thrakazog pulled forward and she couldn't help but chuckle once more--she'd be doing a lot of that for the night it seemed. As they reached the tables she released his hand so they'd be able to eat and she went to grab two plates from the stack off to the side, one for herself and the other for Thrakazog.
"Me can hab ANYting here?"
"Yes," she had answered with another laugh and nod then her eyes widened, her brows shot up and her mouth formed a small 'o' shape beneath her mask as the man went for the very same Gumdrop the poor stag had discovered was nothing but a deceitful lie. "Thrakazog, no, not.... the gumdrop." Her warning was too late as he'd already bitten into it and discovered it was not real. By now, she'd set the two plates aside in favor of covering her wolf's muzzle with her hands while she doubled over in laughter. "On the table, Thrak. Any of the food on the table you can have," she clarified between bits of laughter as she tried to compose herself then offered him his plate.
Post by Alistair Malak on Oct 4, 2015 22:34:52 GMT
Alistair was pacing before the large window in the Queen's solar. The window looked out over the courtyard where people were arriving to the party. His body language spoke of someone who was less than pleased with the situation. With all of these costumes, how would his people tell a terrorist from a normal person? How would they pick out all the Anders from the crowd. Faolan Skye could wander in here with his band of traitors rescuers and deserters and he'd never know.
"Alistair, will you stop your pacing, you're going to wear a rut in my carpet," the queen spoke.
Alistair stopped abruptly and turned towards the Queen, folding his hands behind his back in an 'at ease' stance. The Queen was being dressed into an elaborate costume by her serving girls. So elaborate that no one would recognize her among them. That was a good thing if there were any assassins out there. Still, he would rather not have these people here.
"Your Majesty, I must protest again about this event. With all these costumes there's no way to verify any identities. Terrorists could easily gain admittance." He argued. It was the third time he'd brought up his concerns and he already knew her answer, though perhaps she'd finally be swayed.
"Alistair," she said in a very familiar tone, perhaps to familiar for a Queen meeting with her Lord Commander. The two had been spending quite a bit of time together lately. "While I understand your concerns, and can somewhat share them, this city is at a boiling point. Martial Law has everyone on edge, and the attacks on your men in the Hovel have sparked much concern with the upper class. They need a night to give them hope that things may eventually return to normal. Let them have one night free of your patrols and searches. Now, how about you get into the spirit and put on your costume."
Alistair grumbled, but he wasn't going to try arguing with her any further. In a way he recognized that she was right. If he pushed things too far there would be an uprising, and he didn't need that on the verge of war. "If it's all the same to you, Your Grace, I would rather remain in an official capacity. I have things to organize and guards to monitor."
"That wasn't a suggestion, Lord Commander," she smiled, like a cat playing with its favorite toy, "get changed. Your second in command can manage things for one night."
"Well, that's good to hear," Amon replied in response to Edel's assessment. He sort of wanted to say more, but then they arrived at the party.
And...well...
"...It's colorful to say the least..." he noted, a mixture of wonder, sensory overload, and disdain coloring his tone. It was fairly interesting to see the crowds of people, from the most elaborate costumes to some of the simplest (was that a sheet ghost...? Why...?). At first glance, you couldn't recognize anyone in the crowd.
And that in and of itself was concerning.
"Well...leaving all serious talks aside, I guess we better have some sort of fun, eh? Where to first?" he asked allowing her to lead the way. He still didn't like the crowds...the only saving grace this time around was that his arm no longer twitched, but he could still tell there was a fairly large magical crowd that night.
"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
(this is intended as a one shot post due to reasons and plans) it was a time of celebration as people walked to the ball , all the adults where going to be at the dance , however this night in a white dress , a ghostly small bride with other small characters from stories where in the streets outside the palace , giving out posters of the theater show of nosferatu to passers by.
the ghostly girl stopped to look up at the palaces , she know everyone she know who was not small would be there , and wondered what it would be like to be in such a place, but she know she had a job to do ,maybe next time .... maybe when she was bigger.
skills:
Telekinesis I & II, Aeromancy I, Cryomancy I, Pyromancy I, Gating I, Health I, Kinetics I-III, Toxins I, KF I-III, SF I & II, UC I, TW I
"It would be my grim pleasure madame." Uriah smirked and gave a slight bow to her curtsy before she wandered off which gave him some more time to look around. So many people and yet so little fully exposed faces and even those who let their faces be shown were most likely covered in makeup. Though things like that made these events much more than fun just given the overall setting of uneasiness it brought upon others that he could most likely prey upon but it all came down to who was security and who wasn't.
"Now now..." His gaze peered towards the castle itself that stood in the distance which he was just so close to it yet he felt as though he was so far away from accomplishing anything he actually wanted to do. His attention slowly moved off to the side before he began to shamble his way towards the orchestra that played, not wanting to mingle among the large crowd that surrounded the food just because of how much other people could get in each others way and cause more bumping like what had just happened to him. Listening to the harpist that played he rather enjoyed the melody that could be plucked and brushed off of what seemed like a simply designed instrument.
Even if he kept his distance away from the dancing he wasn't expecting to be approached by what seemed to be a dastardly witch that offered her hand out to him. "May I have this dance specter?" She spoke out to him, while he kept his gaze upon her for a moment that was all it took for him to raise his left hand to greet hers before she pulled him surprisingly in the group of unknown couples to dance along to the sound. "Your costume is not from a tale I'm familiar with." She spoke to him in a lighter voice than before so the playful theme of music wouldn't be distracted from their ears as their feet moved in the waltz. "Death can come in all forms, not that a witch wanting to feed on children is subject to just one look." His smile was spread from cheek to cheek to play along with the theme, his shackles hindered his dancing ability a bit and even then he wasn't quite the best dancer around which was obvious by his hesitation in letting her lead with a small hint of stumbling here and there. The night itself was quite wonderful for the fact that the one before him could of been a lowly peasant who was exceeding good at dancing or perhaps a noble hiding behind hideous green makeup with what he hoped was a very fake massive mole on her nose.
Fawna quietly opened the door and stuck her head our to peer up and down the hallway. All was eerily quiet. "Aunt Rose?" Nothing answered her but a few pops from the house. All the lights were off and nothing but moonlight drifted in the far window. She did not want to go out in this ridiculous outfit but she also hated to miss an opportunity to go to such a festivity. Stepping out of her room she clutched a lavender and silver mask in her hand. Without hesitation she bolted forwards and down the stairs. Managing to get to the bottom without anything eating her alive the woman thought she was home free! Until a hand reached out to grab her arm. Fawn screamed and tried to pry it off. "What has gotten into you!" Snapped an elderly voice strained from years of use. Fawna let out a breath. "Queens! You scared me!" She cried putting a hand to her forehead. "Obviously." Aunt Rose snorted. "But I made you something." The young green haired girl looked down as she was handed a set of cupid wings made of feather down. "So that's what you've been doing with it?!" She cried. "It's beautiful!" Her aunt nodded and the promptly shoved her out the door.
Fawn stumbled out into the street very annoyed. She should just turn and go back inside. She could not face anyone she knew and have them realize the fairy in front of them was Fawna. She even put a ring of dark purple flowers around her head to help partially conceal her hair. Straightening the dress she had put together for a fairy-like ensemble of purples and greens (more to help her hair looks less suspicious) she took off. Slipping the wings on as she did so.
She arrived at the party possibly a tad late but there all the same. She wandered forwards to mingle in with the crowd. Gosh everything looked so good! The female drifted about in wonder.
Last Edit: Oct 5, 2015 13:42:50 GMT by Fawna Evans
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 5, 2015 1:08:58 GMT
Edelweiss enjoyed looking around for that first moment, seeing all that chaotic yet lovely mix of colorful attires and breathing in the fresh evening air and the scent of dozens different dishes - sweet pastries among them. She felt perfectly in her element right then, thank you very much... although just a glance at Amon was enough to see it wasn't the same case for him.
"Crowds aren't much your thing, are they..." She more commented than asked, offering him a sympathetic smile. Her entertainer side was squealing for her to dart like a cat high on caffeine and wander around to see everything, taste everything, talk to everyone and possibly get some new useful contacts - but she could also understand and appreciate the wish of not being surrounded by random people and having sometime alone with their thoughts or whoever they chose. That was quite alright too. Besides, she had come there tonight as his date, not just for socializing. "How about we fetch something to eat and then go look for a quieter area?"
He just let her lead them around, so to the giant gingerbread table they go. Right on time to see a a woman with a woft mask bringing over a large bedsheets ghost... and a man in a rather comical animal mask falling to his knees and letting out that miserable cry about the table not being real. Edelweiss did not recognize his clothes or costume, his full head was hidden by a mask, and his voice had been somewhat muffled by the same aforementioned mask; not even in five extra years would she have found out who this man was, if not for that utter angst of his towards a fake giant candy. Because in the whole Lodan, there was only onew person she knew of who had a sweet tooth even larger than her own. "I'm sure the actually served sweets are real. And there are literal piles of them still, Kalum." That was him, alright. No mistake there.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
To say that Kalum and Andronikos did not look silly was an understatement. The bulging eyes and the floppy muzzle were something no one could take seriously and the partially open mouth of each of their muzzled animals did little to help the situation either--but this was Kalum's revenge to Ulrich. If the man was going to dictate how Kalum wore his hair and anything on his face, Kalum was going to cover it with this stupid mask. The soldier led the other in through the gates and he peered around. With every turn of his head the muzzle whipped and flopped about.
"This all looks weird. Think they got..." and then his eyes found the most gorgeous view he had ever seen in his life. Soft, supple curves begged for his attention and he was all too happy to give in. He never finished his words as his mouth hung some what open just like his masks as he slipped through the crowd to lead Andronikos to the very object of his desire. An entire structure made of gingerbread and sweets! Had he died and gone to a greater place? He had to know if it was real! Kalum's hands went for one of the large gumdrops without even a second thought and much to his dismay it was fake. How cruel! What sort of monster could play with a man's dreams and loves in such a manner and then destroy them! What monster! Devastated, Kalum fell to his knees and raised his arms in the air while crying out in utter defeat. "IT'S NOT REAL," he shouted then fell forward on his hands as well. Such tragedy.
"Maybe if I hit my head against the wall with this stupid mask enough times, I'll die." Andronikos murmured, muffled behind his bull mask. If he had known that the man who would accompany him would act just as he feared the other guests would, he would not had even thought of coming. That being said, he looked around as well as he could for a nice, sturdy wall for him to maybe bash his skull in on....
Oh.. he was too far away to hear him, wasn't he? No matter, Basil thought to himself as began to reach for a piece of bread in the bowl, missing entirely the large man eating the fake food. In a split moment of a glance, however, he spotted from the corner of his eye, a duo in quite the amusing getup. "Aw, what a cute kitty!" He said with a snicker as he bounced over to the two at the gates - a huntsman and his pet 'lion', it seemed.
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