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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.

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[ He might not have looked as awkward, but he sure felt as awkward. It was fairly easy to follow through with Zelda's movements, but he felt... anxious. Nervous. Martel had tried to dance with him a few times, and every time, he got nervous, just like he was now.

He didn't answer Zelda's comment about what the dance was called. He was too busy focusing on not screwing up, than he was trying to enjoy the dance. ]

Why don't you fly a bit? It'll be easier.

[Zelda lifts the hem of her skirt just enough to show that her feet aren't touching the ground.]

No risk of strange foot movements that way, hmm?

And have Kratos freak out when he senses my mana surge? No way.

[ Instead... he tries his best to predict where she's going. It seems less like he's enjoying himself, and more like he's just trying to make it through this without messing up. ]

[It's not difficult to follow her, she's doing a simple dance that she hopes he'll be able to catch on to quickly.]

Kratos? That's Lloyd's father, isn't it? Would he really panic about something so small? I would think if you had wings, you would just want to use them to fly for the fun of it.

If my wings come out, it's never for a good reason. Kratos logic.

[ Because in this form, having his wings out isn't nearly as comment as in his Yggdrasill form. And the last time he did, it was when he beat Zelos within an inch of his life.

He's... he's trying to catch onto the dance. But he's avoiding eye contact with Zelda, for some reason. ]

[Probably just because he's shy. She doesn't comment on it.]

It sounds as if he overreacts to a lot of things, then.

[Does she sound annoyed? Just a tad. Zelda's still sore at Kratos for lurking around her house when Lloyd was comatose. Is he allergic to knocking on the door or something? Zelos's flattering descriptions of the man don't help, either.]

Every time he does show emotion, it's usually pretty over-the-top.

[ He finally looks up at Zelda's face, but he looks out-of-it, and maybe even slightly nervous. It looks like he's at least trying to get the hang of this, now, but it still looks like a far cry from enjoying it. ]

[Her face softens again when she catches sight of Mithos.]

If it's really not something you enjoy, we can stop, you know. You're doing well, though. Don't be so nervous.

I-I don't--!

[ Don't what? Don't give her the wrong idea, Mithos... ]

I-it's the closeness. And the--- the--....

Closeness...?

[They were still a good distance apart, though they were holding hands. Did Mithos consider that inappropriate?]

I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize!

[Good job, he gave her the wrong idea.]

N-No, I mean--!

[ Oh, great. ]

Y-you're so-- I mean--- I'm ner-....

[ He's blushing more and more, and may or may not be glancing around for a possible escape route. ]

[As dignified as Zelda generally acts, she's still a teenager. Mithos's body may look young, but he's still obviously a teenager as well. Seeing him that embarrassed causes her to let go of his hands suddenly, waving her own around frantically.]

I'm really sorry!

N-no! Really! I'm just-- you're just-- I'm...

[ Still stuttering, and that blush is only getting brighter. ]

[All right. One of them has to be the adult here, and since Zelda is currently older looking, she will try to take that role.]

...we look a little silly, don't we? Let's go sit down. I'll get you some punch.

[Calm down, Mithos!]

Y-yeah... sure. Let's do that.

[ Thank goodness. He allows Zelda to lead him off of the dance floor, blushing furiously, and, well, Zelda was very attractive, even to him. Not being human was a big plus. ]

[There's a space set off to the side to sit once people get tired. Zelda heads that direction, stopping to grab a couple glasses of punch along the way.]

I hope it's not too sweet for you. I'm rather fond of sweets myself.

I don't mind sweets.

[ He just doesn't have much use for food, anymore. Like Kratos and Yuan, he doesn't require it; he'll eat it for pleasure sometimes, but the only real 'normal' needs Mithos has are hygiene and breathing.

He takes a sip, and makes a face. It's certainly different, but he doesn't indicate that he doesn't like it. ]

That's... kind of good.

[She takes a deep drink herself, crossing her legs daintily at her ankles after settling.]

Can you taste it? One of the curses we had a while back, I turned into an angel - I couldn't taste a thing. I suppose it might have been since I didn't have a key crest, though.

I can, yeah. But I still don't need food like non-angels do. If I ever eat, it's just for the fun of it.

[ He's just gonna avoid looking over Zelda as she does that okay. ]

It was actually quite convenient, I thought! Not requiring sleep or food, never feeling too cold or too warm... the flying especially was wonderful.

[She's tried to not voice as much to Zelos since he obviously doesn't feel the same way about being an angel. It seems like it's negative for him, somehow. Mithos doesn't seem to have any issues with his status as an angel though, so why not?]

And the different blood between the races vanishes.

[ He sighs. He now knows everyone here, regardless of timeline, from Aselia knows his master plan. Artificially removing racism and discrimination by turning everyone into the same race without the ability to feel emotions. ]

I think...

[Zelda shakes her head.]

It doesn't make any sense to me still. I believe you, but it's still so strange. For people to hate others just based on their blood and not on their actions... it sounds like a sad world.

[If Mithos had been born somewhere else, would he have turned out like this, or would he have remained the blushing boy he was moments ago?]

My sister wanted a world free of that kind of hatred. But I know humans will never change willingly. So... I have to change them myself.

[ Maybe. It's something he's been thinking about more and more, himself. Humans here are different, they welcomed him with open arms, they were kind to him, and two of them even tried flirting with him. But at the end of the day, it doesn't change anything in Aselia. And someday, he'll have to address that regardless of whatever happens here. ]

Not all the humans of your world think that way. Lloyd is very sweet, as is Colette. I think if more people saw how we can all live together here, they would perhaps be a little less afraid, too.

[She has to believe that. She can't comprehend the hatred if it doesn't come from fear.]

It doesn't matter. They can't come here, and there's just too many of them to pretend the problem doesn't exist.

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