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Characters: Vatheon
Location: That Castle
Time: Evening, on Sunday
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[ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen of Vatheon— whatever your newfound stature may be, Prince, Princess, Knight, or Peasant, you will all receive a message on your SFC on the eve of Saturday regardless:

You are cordially invited to the castle for this evening's ball. In addition, you are all welcome to try and solve the riddle if it fancies you. It just may break the curse!

The invitation is unsigned, but its intentions are clear. Maybe you hadn't quite noticed the sizeable castle in the distance of the city that had sprung up, but this message would surely garner your attention toward it now.

Should you arrive at the castle, plenty of attractions await you:

Ballroom ❧ A very large and beautiful ballroom is lighted up, complete with a playing violin orchestra. While the curtains will be drawn during this event, there is a windowed view and exit on one side of the ballroom that leads to:

Smee's Rose Garden ❧ A broad and colorful spanse of a garden, complete with many paths and turns. Plenty of roses are arranged in great arches, which provide perfect little places should you need some privacy with your sweetheart. Anyone familiar will even tell you that the garden was purposefully designed for just that sort of thing.

The Riddle ❧ There is an inscription located on a noticeable plaque set in one of the garden's benches. It reads:

Two are necessary to break this curse
Riled up, upset, what kind of love?
Only this kiss will stop it from getting worse.
Look for a winged one is push comes to shove,
Look for a glance slightly dark,
Search for a pair in reluctant love.
One answers a call; that's your mark;
One longs for patria though adverse.

Dining Hall ❧ Connected to the ballroom is an extremely long hall that stretches as far as the eye can see, elegantly arranged as the dining area. Expensive and exquisite cuisine seem to be on the menu— try something new? Chances are you won't be eating from a selection such as this again anytime soon!

Dais ❧ There is a noticeable raised dais that is easily visible via any area within the ballroom. It's locked off from guests, though— what is it for...?

Do enjoy. ]

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[He snorts at that.]

What is that, some kind of stupid earth joke?

Nah, it's a kind of stupid earth come on.

[... Up goes the eyebrow.]

John, are you drunk again? Because my ass is off limits.

Nope! I am 100% sober. Is it so unbelievable for a guy to think his buddy looks fantastic in that dress?

When you're not an earth homosexual, yes, it entirely is.

[Not drunk, not joking, what is going on.]

And this dress is stupid and ugly. I could make something better but I'm not the one going to the ball, and me in dresses is a stupid prospect anyway.

Edited 2012-02-12 10:37 (UTC)

Karkat, I am a spider dude that made out with a sheep girl the other day, I don't think earth homosexuality applies here.

I don't know. I don't think it's stupid. If you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being fuck off John and 10 being I want it more than anything else, how much do you want to commit a mistake tonight?

Edited 2012-02-12 10:52 (UTC)

Uh.

[That was not what he expected to hear. At all. Sheep girl? Commit a mistake?? What kind of mistake because there seriously have been times when he has desired the act that is kissing John Egbert on the mouth, but things are complicated here.]

John. I have a matesprit, and a kismesis. And you have Aradia. Or some sheep chick, I don't know. Why are you even asking me.

Because you're cute? That's not an answer, dude. Here's something that would probably jog up the decision making process: Nobody would be able to find us here. What happens in the rose garden stays in the rose garden.

[Baaacking up.]

No, I am not, and may you tangle yourself in your own webs for even saying so. Don't you care about your girlfriend? Because I'll have you know I'm not about to stop being flushed for Eridan, nor am I anywhere near giving up the hate I feel for Equius. I am devoted and not a complete raging asshole in the frame of romance, except when and where merited in situationally appropriate manners.

[ rooolls eyes ]

What? Karkat, I'm not looking for a serious matespritship or kismesiwhatever with you, but fine, if you are so worried about what they think, why don't you call them and the three of us can work something out?

[Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Although in this case, the devil is a devilishly smooth black centaur, who trots around the corner and sees them, then comes over with a grin on his face.]

Well, hello there, handsome stranger. And who might you be, that you are wasting time with this poor excuse for a suitor?

[One back hoof rises and kicks some dirt in Karkat's direction while Equius' human half drops into a sweeping bow at the six-limbed young man.]

But it doesn't work like--

[Wait a second. What.]

Oh come on!

[There comes Equius, and he certainly recognizes him as he trots up. How come he gets to be a centaur, and yet he's stuck as a fairy godmother? But then, of all things, his kismesis bows and... and talks like that to John. He almost lets the dirt go by, too stunned, but catches it at the last moment. It takes only a wave of his wand to change it over to sparkles, as if he hasn't been trailing them everywhere on his own.]

What in the foulest hell are you doing?

[ John smirks at Karkat for a brief second then looks up at the debonair centaur. Okay, he's hot, and he can get behind that all right. Giggle. He bows back. ]

I'm Anansi, sir. I've never seen a real, live centaur before, let alone one so handsome and dashing.

A pleasure, dear Anansi.

[Equius reaches out and takes one of John's (many) hands, aiming to bring it to his lips so that he can kiss the back of it.]

[Then he glances at Karkat, and his ears go back and his eyes narrow. One front hoof paws at the ground, and he snorts through his nose before answering.]

What you are incapable of... being charming and pleasant to have about.

Edited 2012-02-12 12:10 (UTC)

Equius, he was hitting on me! And he's probably going to hit on you too at this rate because he been infected with skeevy spider freak disease or something and has taken complete and total leave of anything resembling logical senses.

[He hovers off to the side of them, looking altogether frustrated. Why is this happening? How come those two are getting along and how come he gets to be cool?]

And John, what do you even think you're doing with this?

[ John is used to being the one flirting and not the other way around, so there's a noticeable blush creeping on his cheeks. ]

Um. Yes, a pleasure, sir centaur.

[ OH. Karkat's still here, right. John rolls his eyes at him. ]

Pff, I think that's your problem, Karkat. You think too much.

He talks too much, too.

[Equius gives Karkat one more withering glance before turning back to John.]

So tell me, dear Anansi, what brings you to this garden?

So great, you're in agreement. Should I even stick around here or just let you two jackasses have a mutual idiocy party?

[Man, Equius isn't even hating on him. This is... kind of disappointing.]

No, stay! What if we need something?

[ Snort. John reaches out to touch Equius' cheek. What even is subtlety. ]

Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to get some fresh air away from the party. You know, the view's way better out here.

[As much as Equius would enjoy that tender cheek caress, he has lost all patience with Karkat, and whirls on him, his horse half actually rearing up a little as he pivots on his hind legs.]

YOU! You disgusting, foul-mouthed, slathering, pathetic, repulsive example of all fairykind!

[He charges at him then, skidding to a stop mere inches away and positively looming.]

You make me sick. The sight of you is the equivalent of a killing frost in my heart, something that sucks away all that is good and right and proper in the world. Would that I could, I would pierce you straight through with one of my arrows, but you curse me by holding me in your thrall, too awful and horrible for me to look away. I find myself compelled to watch you and insert myself in your life, if only because I cannot fathom you getting any worse or more repugnant in my eyes.

[Centaurs know how to flirt.]

"Need me"? What would you need me for?

[He could go on (and he would), but at that moment Equius apparently decides that his interjections are too much. And while Karkat is a little surprised at the suddenness, having the centaur whirl on him and storm over to deliver a string of insults like that? That does stoke the flame of hatred in him quite suitably. But looming? Fuck that! Karkat flutters right up to eye level and hovers there.]

Even as a fairy I'm the finest troll you'll ever see, and it is only proof of what a magnanimous person I am that I dare grace you with my presence. You're a shame to existence as troll or beast, an insult to form, a joke at living creatures. I suck away all the good because something like you doesn't deserve it, and never will. But kill me with an arrow? Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen. A bow would only function in your hands through magic, and I'm not about to aid you. If I ever did, it would only be to turn the arrow back on you, but it's not worth it - the act of you being yourself is a greater punishment than death would ever be for being the detestable creature you are.

But you know what?

[He tosses a glance over to John.]

I think my help is needed here.

[He jabs his wand in the air, and with it sends a jet of magic at Equius. One that, if it hits, would put him (or at least what can fit) into a blue ball gown.]

[ Never in John's 13 years of living did he anticipate that he would ever be able to watch a troll turned centaur blackflirt with a troll turned crossdressing fairy goddad in a rose garden in a cursed, underwater city. ]

[ It was kinda hot, ngl. ]

[ And then Karkat does that and. And. And. ]

[ John turns around, covering his laughter with four of his hands and the other pair clutches at his stomach. NOT WORKING, JOHN. ]

Pfffffffffffffffhehehehehe. Sorry, Centaur. I think you look great.

[Well. It appears the fairy remembers how to flirt too.]

[Equius has a retort ready and at the tip of his tongue, but then he's trapped in a flurry of sparkles, and when they clear, he's wearing a dark blue formal gown. He looks down at himself, and part of him wants to use his mangrit to rip it right down the center and throw it to the ground... but.]

[BUT.]

[Instead, he looks at Karkat and cracks a wide, confident grin. He straightens his back and squares his shoulders, which just emphasizes how very broad they are, and how his chest is a heavy pad of muscle that even a dress can't hide. If anything, the strapless nature of the gown just makes it more apparent. He might be wearing a dress, but he's still very, very much a dude. Nothing androgenous here.]

You're just mad that I make this look good.

[Then, with a pert little flick of his tail, he turns around and trots back towards John.]

So... where were we?

[Karkat looks pretty smug when John bursts out laughing. Exact result he wanted!]

[Until Equius grins at him.]

[The smugness fades in increments as the centaur poses, practically flaunting his new look, and then speaks to confirm it. Hate boils up again, black and heated as bubbling tar.]

You know what? I think I got the color wrong!

[Another wand jab! This one should correct that little mistake, and in doing so, turn it vibrant, cherry, mutant red.]

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and then I thought of Utena

that awkward moment when your entire thought process earlier was: anansi john the new touga kiryuu

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does that make Karkat the Rose Bride?

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