Masquerade! Paper faces on parade~

[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Absolutely everyone
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~



All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.

Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.

At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)

In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.

Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.

The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.

[OOC: Feel free to tag into the location threads or make your own~ It's a completely open post, just have fun!

Also, the perfectly adorable drawing was done by the wonderfully artistic Reiko~

Note: The overflow post for the ball can be found here]

Comments

[aim_exorable]

...Lysunder?

[Still, a smile of his own is starting to tug at his lips. By this point, he can recognize that look.]

[rebull]

Right, um, table, talking- yeah.

[Hope he'd be used to it. Just, enjoying the view a little. Normally Summoner sees him in armor or slacks of some variety, but this type of fitting clothing is certainly new. He might not enjoy it himself, he tends to hate anything that makes his wings feel bound, but it certainly looks nice on the other troll with him now.]

Sorry- If I'm gonna be stuck here, I should find my little pleasures else where, eh? [Adjusts his mask slightly, giving him a wider smile.]

I'm pretty good at finding the best in any situation. [Wink.]

[Still gonna sneak out of here though, yep.]

[aim_exorable]

I believe you are rather free to enjoy your little pleasures wherever you like, within reason.

[His smile is fighting to get wider and Darkleer is fighting back against it, even as he readjusts his mask and bows low while keeping his head up to continue looking at Summoner. He offers a hand.]

If I may escort you, then, General?

[And just like usual, as he uses that title, his voice gets perhaps just a bit sly and teasing.]

[rebull]

I'm free to do whatever the hell I want, Tink.

[Smirks, shrugging a shoulder up and tilting his head. His wings flick a little, only to make him huff again, adjusting his upper body slightly to fix the slight strain before he looks back to Darkleer.]

Yeah sure, you can do that.

[Steps to him and takes his hand rather tightly. Bowing? Tch, what's bowing even, he's not gonna bow.]

Red uh- well- [Starts, letting out a sigh as his hand tightens.]

It was an all out attack I tell ya. There was nothing I could do.

[aim_exorable]

You always have been.

[Also wow, stop being a silly weirdo, Summoner, he's bowing because he's offering you his hand, gosh. He straightens in a moment, however, comfortable alongside Summoner as he begins to guide him.]

[It's rather impossible to hide his snort as he hears Summoner's tale of woe.]

There was nothing you could do against a six sweeps old little troll?

[rebull]

[Follows, still having troubles in his dress uniform, but he seems to get used to it the longer he's in it. Right now he's a little focused on watching everything going on, seeing who is here, like Aradia... trying to pinpoint her location so he knows when it's a good time to dodge.]

You'd be surprised how resourceful she is, I take some credit for that, being around her all the time. She learns things quick.

[aim_exorable]

[It's certainly a lot to take in going in at first. Darkleer has since gotten used to it, however. Old sweeps of having to go to various highblood parties helped play a part in his adaptation of it.]

So the apprentice is now overtaking the master? You really must be careful with what you teach these children. They catch on frighteningly quick.

[Idly rubbing his fingers, he guides them over to a large luxurious couch that should give them the room they need.]

The food here is rather delicious. I have some in my sylladex; I was going to share some with you, but now you're here yourself.

[rebull]

[Yeah, parties like that certainly aren't something Summoner's used to, like that, like this, so he's kinda... well he feels a little out of his element. It's not that feeling of being out of his element and ready to fight against it, no, this is a nice and friendly social affair! But he type of social affairs do not involve... pretty much everything here besides the food.]

Not exactly, I just hate to fight against her, it would uh... contradict everything I've taught her so far. Well fight completely, ya know.

[Summoner follows to the couch, soon sitting down, arm over the back of the couch, legs spread, slouched, and wings in a rather open position over the back of the chair as well. An over all very comfortable pose.]

Food? Ah, you shouldn't have, heh. I'll make sure to take a look in uh- that direction, definitely. [Rubs his chin, scratching some claws into his goatee.]

[aim_exorable]

You could have just hauled her over your shoulder and tossed you in the hot springs.

[It works for him.]

[Once they're settled down, Darkleer reaches over just to fondly brush his thumb against Summoner's jawline. He looks cleaned up, now. Maybe he should send his fond regards to the young Miss Megido. Not that he minded the fuzz, but Summoner looks rather dashing like this.]

Of course I should have. It would have been a shame for you to not have any.

[Something occurs to him, then-] Are you sure that ensemble fits comfortably? I remember you had issues with your old armor.

huhuhu

[rebull]

I dunno about jumpin' into the hot springs myself, Tink, sure coulda thrown her in though. But we don't all solve our problems by chuckin' people into water.

[A brow raise, shoving at him before he feels a slight graze of thumb over his jaw line. Summoner glances to the side at Darkleer and smiles, cocking his head a little, this side of his face looks a little mask free besides his nose.]

Would have, yep, also it'd of been a shame for you not to see me all spiffed up, not that I need it.

[A cocky smirk, moving a hand up to graze a few fingers down the sleeve of Darkleer's arm before he leans back again, putting his hand on his lap neatly.] It's all right. The uniform was made to adjust in the back so I can fly wearing it. So uh, the opening can be made larger. I just, ugh- [Rolls his shoulders.]

Having my back completely covered? Not that used to it. It's uncomfortable...

[aim_exorable]

And that's why your problems never get solved.

[He chuckles a bit, letting his hand go back to his lap. It's a shame that the air is already so warm from the multitude of people inside. He rather likes that, often, he can feel Summoner's heat through his clothes sometimes.]

You are rather dashing, you know. Well, I suppose of course you know, but it still needed to be said. [Opening up his sylladex, he removes one of its contents and op! There are two plates of cheesecake, one which he hands to Summoner.]

Reassure yourself that it will come off soon and then you won't have any need of it.

[rebull]

[Summoner's attention is taken by the cheesecake quickly and his smiles wide, laughing a little to himself before glancing back up to Darkleer.]

Really now? Guess if you're aiming for me to stay just a bit longer, eh?

[Gives a long, happy sigh as he puts a mouthful in his mouth, leaning back a little more into the couch.]

[aim_exorable]

I might, I might.

[It's all a part of a nefarious scheme, you see. Alright, not really, but Darkleer makes a small pleased hum in his throat when he sees Summoner enjoy the food so much. He's really just picking at his own plate; he got it mostly for his matesprit to enjoy.]

We can have more later, after we've left this whole affair behind us.

[rebull]

[Summoner's the opposite, enjoying his plate with little manners like it's a mad dash for first place.]

How much later, hahah, I uh, I could be make that now and later. [He will ruin that desserts table.]

[aim_exorable]

[Yes, he noticed. It is very hard not to.]

I don't doubt you could. Be sure to leave some for the rest of the party, hm?

[Chuckling, he wipes away a bit of cheesecake from the corner of Summoner's lips and presses it to his mouth.]

[rebull]

I'll try, but I don't know if I'll manage.

[Laughs, grinning and following that finger with his tongue, quickly checking the rest of his mouth with the back of his hand before letting out a huffed sigh.]

So how's it been going? Ya' know. With uh, surf?

[aim_exorable]

[Shaking his head with a smile, Darkleer pauses as the question. He shifts a bit awkward back in his seat before shrugging.]

It's been going... decently enough.

[rebull]

Well alright, alright. [Some nodding, eyes closing and a hand cupping his chin.]

Find anyone to give him a run yet ya think?

[aim_exorable]

Not yet, no. Then again, I'm not particularly certain what kind of individual would go well with him.

I've mostly let him run on his own- he's an adult, he can do so. I simply check in on him now and then.

[Often with the use of voidy powers. Listen, when you have a skill, why not use it?]

[rebull]

Well maybe you can check on me a bit more then, eh?

[Smirks, stretching his arms up and behind his head as he leans back.]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh yeessss give him more delicious eye candy to store away in his memories, please. Darkleer's gaze is a bit hooded before he remembers to speak.]

Well, my schedule is rather full for this event, but I believe I can squeeze you in...

[rebull]

[Because you can see so much going on in this dress uniform, hey?]

Squeeze me in? I'm not sure that'll be enough time. I normally like to make a big event of things I'm a part of.

[aim_exorable]

[He digs a troll in uniform, alright? It's just such... a sign of power. And dominance.]

Is that right? Well, I will need quite a demonstration if I am to be persuaded to dismiss a few things I had planned on doing.

[rebull]

[Shoulda said something about a troll in uniform earlier. He could've dug this thing out a while ago and for more interesting reasons. But it's definitely good to know Darkleer's got a thing for that, just look at all those shiny awards, did pretty fucking well for a lowblood before he became his own cavalreaper.]

I think I might be able to help you with that.

[aim_exorable]

[Don't show it to Dural, or she might be tempted to steal all those shiny shiny awards. Darkleer is impressed in his own way, although less on the shininess itself and more that which does the shining. He's never doubted Summoner's skill or reputation- okay he might have in the beginning, but still, seeing it like this is something else entirely.]

Well then, General, by all means. [He leans closer.] Do impress.