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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 8:48:47 GMT
BLACK TEARS, BLACK SMILES Black credit cards and shoes You can call all the people you want But it's you who's being used Tag: @thalia l @ryoke Sin was used to attending ballroom dancing before--it wasn't in Plegia. He wasn't sure when was the last time they ever held a dance--possibly back when his father was reigned. Though that was the day before he had passed away through murder. Sin wouldn't want to go through that event again, but he couldn't exactly carry his sword around. Not tonight in all event, he was sure that no one would be able to have fun. Especially if they saw the King of Plegia carrying around weaponry for a peaceful event. He would have to be careful, though not in a way that he was quite used to. It was something he would have to suck up and get over. Though he normally wore common clothing, this wasn't the place or time to do so. Instead he dressed in a slightly fancy, yet breathable attire. He stood by the mirror with a slight frown as one for the serving ladies went about her business. She took in the look he was making, "if it does any good you Majesty--you look quite handsome in it." Sin looked up a bit surprised, and a slight blushed washed over his face. He gave a smile back at the serving lady, "thank you, but it doesn't mean I love it." He went about continuing to fix himself as he believed the servants were having enough problems as it was. As soon as he was done, he went about the hallway. It was there he watched the servants and guards rush about trying to get themselves to their places. Sin himself walked among the chaos that was going about him. One of the girls almost dropped a plate that was far too big for her small frame. Sin caught it before it even hit the floor, and smiled at the girl, "close one." The child blushed and spoke apologetically as she reached for the plate, but Sin moved it away, "it's far to large, let me help you."The little girl protested, but Sin heard none of it as he gave a grin. The little girl blinked at him before a small grin appeared on her face and giggled, "there we go." He used his free hand to ruffle the girl's hair before helping her carry the dish. The ballroom was quite large, and he was sure that almost everyone--even commoner and noble alike would join the festivities. Though the noblemen tried to make him think otherwise, he felt it was better to have a ball open for everyone as foolish as it sounded. Sin placed the large plate onto the table where other food awaited before turning to the girl. He smiled, "there we go, wasn't so bad. I hope you'll join the dancing instead of working the whole night. A child should be able to have fun while they can."He smiled before ruffling the child's hair once more before she skipped off. Sin chuckled once more before turning to the room that was now filling with people. All sorts of life came into the room, noblemen with their wives, even simple people with their families. Sin's smile grew softer and wider watching them as they go. Perhaps this will be a good night after all..... He didn't think anything could go wrong this night, especially with all the peaceful faces among the crowd. Though fate had that way of making him wrong......
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 9:54:11 GMT
Ryoke Fife  @thalia & @sin | Apologies for being late | 461/461
Ryoke enjoyed the delicious company and meal of a youngling. Probably too young to remember the drinks they shared but at the same time Ryoke had his stomach to consider and as the days go on, his stomach grows ever warier from the contentment of dissatisfaction. Therefore, a human carcass digesting inside the Manakete’s body was always something of a challenge. Yet, for the man-eater known as Ryoke Fife, this was only the beginning because tonight would hopefully be an ever better meal to consume as per the reports that could possibly allow him to enjoy. But that of course relied on there being a possibility on the life of a king, and that was always a possibility, which meant a delicious meal was also a possibility. Ryoke made his way in towards the festivities nonetheless with few reasons to attend while having very little knowledge of what to do at this sort of thing.
He remembered his first dance nearly twelve hundred years ago. Yes, that was quite the dance, a dance that led him to knowing and even marrying a woman with such divine beauty back then. Such dreams were always nostalgic to the man-eater yet he entered this dance expecting something quite less, and in terms of food it was presentably well managed but as for ball activities, well it was quite inconvenient. Ryoke managed to enter in looking like his usual butler self, small black glasses hiding his dark demonic eyes and gloved hands to hide the integrated stone of dragon kin. Ryoke found such things to be good disguise mechanisms here but his looks was a dead giveaway to some women here. Women that were of no interest to him, even some men sought him but his dance styles for this crowd would draw too much attention.
Therefore, he merely stood on the sidelines, at a simple pillar with observation while spotting someone that happened to be in flamboyant style. Ryoke could not help but humor himself with how this man looked. A monkey-suit did not match this ruffian of a king at all. Ryoke knew that all too well just by looking at the man, he began to wonder who chose the kings clothing design if anything at all. Granted, Ryoke had no change of clothing to offer but he did watch the king from the distance he was. No doubt, if he approached the king, he would be considered a threat more or less, or possibly a servant and he did not like the idea of being considered either one, though one more so than the other. Ryoke therefore kept watch, seeing if he knew anyone at this party to speak with or was it all just the same individuals of a different land.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 15:46:09 GMT
@sin | @ryoke #a dance of death She was a stranger to the people just as she was to the reflection that stared back at her in the mirror. She was well-acquainted with the silken dress dyed with the colors of a clear sky, the sheep's clothing that made her at one with the gathering crowd, but there was a gap in her memory of this woman who held a purse and had hair tied in a neat, high bun, and the other who held a spear, pink hair left unattended with a bed hair.
It was strange how empty clothes could make her feel.
Maybe it wasn't just the change of her looks. As she took notice of the other guests - nobles, militants, commoners - chatting amicably and exchanging jovial smiles, she felt herself standing out more, alone in her own battlefield.
"This is what you get for fighting your entire life," a voice inside of her head said. "You see the world differently. You become a monster, an outcast sullying the innocent."
"What innocent?" she snapped back, her gaze hardening. "I wouldn't be here in the first place if there wasn't one traitor in this crowd."
The voice did not reply back and Thalia, pitiful as it might be, took in satisfaction for that. She held herself high and regal again but the thoughts that she had carelessly let herself be buried in almost made her not notice the young man trying to catch her attention.
It was someone really young. By the goofy smile that he had, Thalia knew he was a lad who had a simple life. Thalia graced him with a smile but to spare both of them the embarrassment, she swept away from him and hurried along the ballroom to disappear from his sight. She somehow lost him, and now she was a little lost herself.
Thalia froze on her spot, her battle-hardened instincts being attacked by someone's mere presence. She managed to stay calm and natural, but it was taking all her will to not pull out the dagger from her purse and strike the man behind her. She didn't catch a glimpse of this man but Thalia knew he was extremely dangerous.
She pulled away from the pillar without overstaying, resisting the urge to look back. Whoever that was, she did not want to make eye contact with but chances are, he might be the one person she would need to protect the young Plegian king from.
But speaking of the king, where was he? She mingled with the other people, head turning left and right. She might be standing out a bit but if someone asked, then there was a plethora of excuses to make. It wasn't as if she needed to stay completely subtle. In an open ball like this, security had to be lax and many commoners would surely be bounding about with lacking grace.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 17:41:46 GMT
BLACK TEARS, BLACK SMILES Black credit cards and shoes You can call all the people you want But it's you who's being used Tag: @thalia l @ryoke To say if Sin ever noticed anyone watch after him or even trying to kill him was something he wouldn't have known. He kept himself on the move bump and saying hello to almost everyone he passed. He noticed the young man that had kept staring at him, so he moved towards him. He might have been mistaken as a servant from the castle, but Sin knew almost every person who worked here. Whether he was new or not, was something he was about to find out himself. He stopped at the pillar where the man stood, a festive smile on his lips. "Hey there, you're a face i haven't seen before. You new here to Plegia? I'm Sin, it's a pleasure to meet you."Okay, so maybe the ball got him excited to see many new faces, many new people to talk to. It also gave him an actual excuse to talk to many of the common folk he made friends with. If anything this event along with its people and king was something the noblemen wouldn't say no to. If anything Sin was certain they would start something in the background of the event. Possibly planning on him making a speech or somehow try to end it earlier than expected. Either way Sin would have his fun as his focus went back to the man in front of him. His smile could almost be contagious for those that liked being around him, "how has you're evening been?"He didn't even consider someone might run into him--literally. He seen a few kids here or there running around, but not an actual girl. He felt some weight hit into him as he turned half way surprised to catch her. He blinked looking at the girl in front of him, "are you alright?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 4:02:13 GMT
Ryoke Fife @thalia & @sin | Apologies for being late | 415/876
Ryoke had taken some careful planning for the night, his eyes having glanced about the place while dressed in such a servant style outfit while he paused lightly to view and look completely at the individual before him. The man standing there was the one he had taken some time to see and watch from time to time just to keep tabs but then such a low profile like his own, it seemed to completely baffle him that the King had seen through it. Of an individual who possessed numerous servants, he just had to keep a low profile after all.
With an arm crossing over, his chest and an Amazonian bow of respect he smiled kindly with a clearly malicious look while at the same time his eyes were kind and protecting. It was the way he always looked, due to being a man-eater and all; in the way, he possessed time. However, when the question was asked, he was unprepared for a moment on how to answer until someone unfamiliar bumped into the king accidently. Ryoke smiled more though, the individual who bumped into had actually appeared flamboyantly dressed as he smiled and would probably do well to stay clear.
Yet he would get a kick out of this, as he would step forward. “I am butler Fife to this young lady, and this ball of yours is quite pleasant.” The flamboyantly dressed individual had definitely allowed for Ryoke the time to formulate a demonically funny aspect of the night. In addition, since he was already dressed the part of a butler, it made for him to elegantly utilize the time to the grace needed. Not to mention, it was not unusual for a butler to be away from those he tended when it came to security measures which allowed for his absence away from her.
Ryoke kept watch of the king, but also of the flamboyantly dressed individual who happened to be the guise of which he needed to keep some of that murderous intent of his in check. At the same instance Ryoke wanted to make certain that all possibilities were there and at the same moment Ryoke kept his mental and physical self at a relatively stationery pace. It was those paces that allowed her to utilize the greatest ways of what she could do. His smile came about and pleasantly stayed upon his face while watching and listening, the skill of which he perfected after a millennium of learning.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 7:18:08 GMT
@sin | @ryoke #a dance of death It was of no surprise to Thalia how her behavior had caught the attention of others. But while the young man earlier was naive and seemed nice, the next bachelor was brazen, coming to talk to Thalia with his arm already encircled by giggling maiden. "What do those gorgeous eyes seek, my lady?" She made a meaningless smile but it was a smile all the same that the young noble wanted to see. He grinned with white teeth that Thalia wanted to punch. "My immature younger brother has disappeared from my sight. Excuse me, but I've no time to waste right now," she said, cold as ice, but her smile wide and sickeningly. Thalia swept past the offended noble pompously, lifting her skirt so that the hem of her dress hovered a few inches from the floor. The number of guests was increasing. At this rate, it would be more difficult for her to find the king. Was she being too paranoid? It was normal to assume that the king wouldn't be present yet. She'd heard that he was very unconventional though so she couldn't help but assumed he might be mingling with the people already... "His majesty said that?" Thalia's eyes darted to the near the buffet tables. Three servants were talking in hushed tones but Thalia heard their privy conversation loud and clear. She subtly neared their location, keeping her eyes distracted by the tapestries while her ears captured their every word. "He said I can join the ball too!" the voice of a child said excitedly. "I-If I'm allowed to do that...then you two should dance too!" There was a pause. Hesitation. "...I don't think it works that way. Who's going to take care of the guests?" "And besides, we don't have any dresses and we don't know how to dance. We'll just embarrass ourselves." The other servant then spoke with a more cheerful tone. "But if the king says you can dance, you should take this opportunity, Lila! He's right; a child like you should be having fun. There might not be another occasion like this." "But..." Thalia pulled away. So the king was here after all. But where... Thalia's heels clanked hurriedly on the ballroom floor, elbowing those that got in her way. She caught at last the mat of blond hair and the plain clothes that Thalia identified to be the king's. He was getting farther, moving down to the hallway. Thalia hurried but in her urgency as the king turned to a corner, she broke into a dash, forgetting her heels were not made for running. Thalia tumbled and bumped into a person. Before she realized it, she was supported by the arms of a man and her bare right foot had made contact with the polished floors. "Ooof!" came the obligatory, awkward respond. Before her instincts to flail and gnaw at the arm that dared to touch her, a cool voice had spoken about being the butler of a young lady. Thalia's insides went cold as she realize she was the same young lady referred to, and the man who spoke was none other than the creep she sensed earlier. So many things screamed in her head at once. Thalia held her head like she was having a headache. She lost sight of the king, probably have a sprain, and got roped into a facade with a dangerous person Thalia wanted to avoid. "Right - butler, what did I tell you about talking to other people? I should have you freeze outside for the entire night as punishment," Thalia said sharply, picking up the role of a spoiled princess immediately. The man was dangerous, but so was Thalia. She could play this role and turn it against his favor too. "Look what you made me do!" Thalia, still having her weight supported by the other company they had, gestured to the broken strap of her shoe. "I hurried when I caught you disobeying my order. How dare you lay your unworthy eyes on these people. Begone, you useless species!" - [She's not flamboyantly dressed :c Here, reference! ...but the skirt being less fluffy than that] coded by electric of gangnam style |
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