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Masquerade - Bastien - 01-14-2019 Bastien was not quite sure if the people of the settlement knew exactly what a Masquerade ball was, but he hoped to teach them. He missed the Venice Carnavals dearly, the exquisite outfits and performance of it all. Every year he had made himself a stunning costume, often one dotted with stars and moons (though at the time these things had held much less significance to him). He had gone to the streets and given out small cards to people he passed, to those who ran stalls and were willing to give them out. The cards were each a little different, but the average message was: A MASQUERADE!
Friends, this is an invitation to the Church of Safrin at dusk tomorrow. Wear a mask - the more beautiful you can make it, the better. And your best outfit (which if you are lucky, you shall not be wearing on the way out). There shall be food, music, worship of all kinds. Leave your uptight morals at the door. ~Bastien De Rosieres Hopefully, that would get the general concept across. Even if the mask part didn't come through, he hoped they would have a good night. But the masks were important; people were more willing to have fun if they were anonymous. No consequences, the ability to slip into another person, perhaps even an otherworldly being... Those who slipped into the party the best (and were untouched by Frey, something Safrin had been clear about) would be in the runnings for a necklace. He kept them in a box underneath the altar, waiting patiently for his perfect disciples to come to him. For the night - he had managed to scrap together enough food to make a table of plates that didn't look too sparse, each bearing rustic food desperately cut and detailed to try and make it look better. The music was coming from his newfound friend As the time approached, he stopped walking about to fuss with everything and letting the candle dim the room, make it iridescent and beautiful with it's million stars, he went to go sit in the back portion of the room and wait to see if some guests would arrive. When they did, he intended to make an entrance. The leader of such a place did not just stand awkwardly about and wait for people to show up. RE: Masquerade - Jigano - 01-14-2019 Jigano was nothing if not professional. That was why, in spite of his less-than-impressive meeting with his fellow Rathskeller colleague he had allowed himself to be hired for an evening of music, to set the mood for Bastien's entertainment. He knew what a masquerade was, though he'd never had opportunity to attend one, and he had a pretty good idea of what to do for a song list. And he had made sure that Bastien would be paying him well - so far as trade and barter went. The bard, no stranger to theatrics, had decided that, as the musical accompaniment and not the focus of attention, he should aim for elegance in simplicity. He went with white, of course. A long white robe over his usual clothing, that folded across his body with a wide belt and wide sleeves, similar to one his mother had worn for special occasions. His white hair was pulled back and intricately looped at the sides, falling straight to the small of his back in the center. A simple half-mask in pure white covered the top half of his face, and he had brought his instruments to set up early. He had not been pleased to find holes in the roof and the winter's chill suffusing the ruined building when he arrived. It wasn't good for the instruments or the musician, as he'd informed Bastien with cool displeasure before settling himself into the corner opposite the food tables, adjusting his lap harp delicately. In the end, though, he'd opted to begin with his flute, trusting it's sturdy wood to stay in tune longer in the cold. A lilting song spun from his breath and fingers filled the star-spangled room, slipping out through the door and holes in the ceiling to coax the party-goers in and set toes to tapping. RE: Masquerade - Edrei - 01-14-2019 The fact that Edy hadn't been invited to a You wouldn't think it given that Edrei seemed brimming with independence and bright streak of fuck you that blazed from her very core, but not so deep below the surface was actually a very wounded girl, terrified of being abandoned again. Which was all just to say that she sulked quite masterfully when she found out that Bastien's But there was booze, masks (and boy did she recall how her last masquerade had ended), and the promise of some general promiscuity, so of course Edy had shown up. Rather than looking classy as She noted the way his breath left small clouds of white in front of him and the way his fingers weren't quite as dexterous as she remembered them being. [say]"Looks like someone could use some warming up."[/say] She purred salaciously, nibbling at her lip and dropping her eyes suggestively—waiting just long enough for the implication of her words to uncomfortably stretch between them, before conjuring some fire in her palms and tossing her head back with a laugh. RE: Masquerade - Alorhea - 01-14-2019
RE: Masquerade - Rexanna - 01-14-2019 Excitement was something that blossomed in Rexanna’s chest when she read the invitation on the card. Masquerades were one of her favorite things, and it being at Bastien’s church made it all the more interesting for her. Leading up until the day, Rex had spent most of her time going through the old clothing in the house she had occupied, finding bits of gold fabric that tugged on that part of her that adored shiny gilded things. So she had used it, all of it, up to make a billowing dress that would likely be frigid in the snow but with any luck at all it wouldn’t matter inside the church. And anything left over was made into a half mask on a stick of sorts where she could raise it up over her eyes and remove at will. And she had spent a decent amount of time fixing it or adjusting the bits and pieces here and there. On the night of, she dressed in her golds and held her mask gingerly in her hands – disregarding the bundle of paper and quill at home. She didn’t imagine she’d need it here, her ability to flirt with everything and anyone enough to get her point across. It wasn’t going to be a serious event. It was supposed to be fun, and so she was going to indulge herself. So the woman hurried along the snow as quickly as she could, cursing at herself in the chill of the snow before she managed to make it to the church doors. As she moved in, she noticed that others had gathered, and all but one so far that she fully recognized. She held the mask up to her face with the stick, flashing a grin of rogue intentions and greeting to Edy before she moved to one of the sides, further from the door where she might be able to conserve some warmth and wait for others to join, having found an easy vantage spot to spy the door. RE: Masquerade - Attraes - 01-15-2019 [say]Festivities, how utterly charming.[/say] Attraes thought to himself at the notice of a masquerade. Strong jaw twitched into a smirk as he looked over the notice. He cared little for gods and faith. He never met a god that truly answered prayers from those left to his mercy. If there were gods truly around, oh how truly cruel they must be to ignore such pleas. As night fell, he'd follow along as others began making their way in. He wore a dark lavender shirt opened to the exposed sternum, dark pants and shoes. The mask of choice was that of a wolf. Onyx with a tinge of midnight in certain light. Dark hair danced over his shoulders as he slung his guitar securely around his shoulder, looking over the others that had entered. Beauty from every spectrum of color and race...dimpled smirk crept from beneath the exposed lower-half of his face as he took an offered a drink. It was then he looked over to [say]'Want to fully expose someone? Have them wear a mask. False sense of protection often made people reveal their truer selves. Saying and doing what they otherwise wouldn't.'[/say] Attraes thought again to himself as he studied the craftsmanship. RE: Masquerade - Remi - 01-15-2019 The last masquerade the alchemist had attended had been an altogether strange affair. He tried not to think about it too hard—especially since he was almost sure he'd seen Loren sneaking off with a pretty blonde into a closet that evening. Dressing up as Bastien's invitation had indicated, for Remi, was merely wearing a white button-up shirt that wasn't freshly stained with charcoal or paint. Still, unbuttoned roughly to his sternum, Remi cut quite the charmingly disheveled figure as he entered the 'church'. His mask was created from wood, though he'd used a bit of his magic to shape it easily around his face, and painted it to exaggerated the wood-grain texture. It wasn't nearly quite so fancy as the 'balance mask' he'd worn once upon a time, but this wasn't Northaven. Entering, his eyes flickered around to those already assembled. Edy and Jigano he recognized immediately; Edy because she wasn't wearing a mask, and Jigano because even with a mask, his slender frame and silvery hair was a dead giveaway. The others though? The alchemist's pale stare drifted across each masked face quickly, before his eyes lowered with a tempered sigh. RE: Masquerade - Lucas - 01-15-2019 Lucas arrived stark bollock naked. Well, the invitation had mentioned to dress in his best, and his best was a thousand, thousand miles away, where he would never see it again. Well, his second best. Obviously his best was what he was wearing right now. In this new predicament he was ambivalent to the cold and the snow, and his bare feet were silent as he stepped into this 'church'. His estimation of the place went up a notch or thirteen when he didn't burst into flame the moment he set foot through the door. He wore a simple black ribbon for a mask, his fair hair ruffled effortlessly around it, his eyes smoked with paint behind the eyeholes. The rest of him was painted too, with wild, bright flame and brooding shadows. Not dissimilar to RE: Masquerade - Edden - 01-16-2019 He checked his reflection in the looking glass, frowning as he turned a half turn left, then a half turn right. The suit was old, a fading gray that looked as if a scholar might wear it, sixty years prior. It had coat-tails, for godssake, and the white shirt beneath was graying as well. The only vibrancy to the whole ensemble was the purple bow-tie, neatly tied and prominent across his clavicle. Still, though, it wasn't enough, and Edd felt strange wearing a suit that was a little too big, and too old, for his taste. But, it was either that or dust-stained breeches and a shirt that was either made of an elk's hide or had somehow come close to resembling one. He couldn't remember which, at this point. He patted down the creases in the suit and emerged from the shanty he lived in, determined to be graceful, even if his suit was not. He'd donned a simple mask, covering only his eyes as a domino mask would, making his slightly too-long chin even more prominent. Some were blessed with natural bone structure, others had theirs given to them by scrapes and scuffles. Edd was among the latter. He was later to arrive than the other guests, hoping that the mantra "perfection takes time" would guide him through the awkward entrance as a bunch of people stared. Except nobody did. Barely anyone even glanced in his direction as the farmhand-fancying-himself-a-scholar entered. He quietly shuffled in and to the side, standing close to nobody. He'd seen a few of the faces before, he was sure, but he wasn't the most social, preferring the Fields or the Woodlands to a ballroom with pretty dresses. Still, though, everyone looked stunning and a bolt of excitement crept its way up his spine, causing a slight shiver. He patted a breast-pocket, ensuring that his trusty compass was there, which it was. A small wave of comfort combated the excitement and anxiety, allowing him to relax a fraction. A fraction. He flashed a smile at a masquerader, his horse-teeth barely visible through the tightness of his lips, and nodded slightly. Gods only knew what these people were thinking; nature seldom wore masks. Society did. He patted the watch once more and looked around for hors d'oeuvres or perhaps something to drink, anything to calm his racing heart. Spotting a tray nearby, he began sidling over to it, passing "Pardon," he said, slipping by her like a grey bolt of lightning, barely making eye contact with the painted woman as he did. She was imposing, somehow, though he'd never met her. Finally arriving where the drinks were arranged, he stood there, studying each with a practiced eye. The wilderness and refreshments, those were his passions. And unless this party was going to get wild, he'd only find one of those passions here. RE: Masquerade - Jigano - 01-16-2019 Seeing Edy walk in had not exactly inspired Jigano to hurry his song to its end. There was a time and a place for her antics – well, more or less – and on the job wasn’t it. Still, as long as he was entertaining Bastien’s guests, he supposed it wouldn’t matter if he took a little break, and there weren’t a lot of other people around yet… ”I’ll take that as a slight against my musical skill,” Jigano responded dryly to He glanced over to the wildly painted stranger as The woman in gold earned a nod of greeting, as did a wolf-masked man with a guitar over his shoulders. Had As he raised the instrument to his lips again he caught sight of a disheveled young man in the doorway, wooden mask, pale eyes familiar, though they passed over him quickly. Before the lorekeeper could wrack his memory, however, he was quite thoroughly distracted by who came in next. The blond man made a… bold statement, that was certain. As fiery as Edy but with somehow fewer inhibitions – something Jigano had not thought possible. Given the weather, the lack of clothing marked him as almost certainly being an Ascended, and the lorekeeper made a mental note to ask Isla about him later. For now, though, the show had to go on, and he once more blew into the flute, music skirling back into the gathering, this time at a brighter pace designed to set toes to tapping and the more athletic to seeking out partners to swing around. RE: Masquerade - Alorhea - 01-16-2019
RE: Masquerade - Bastien - 01-16-2019 Bastien kept an eye on the people who entered through a hole in the dividing wall that he had covered with a thin cloth that could still be seen through. To his delight, a wonderful selection of guests came in; though some of them seemed to have understood the outfit assignment better than others. He had been pleased with A woman entered he didn't know, in a stunning dress and her skin adorned with painted patterns. She was gorgeous, and he smiled. Truly, this was what he wanted - for his church to attract the beautiful and intelligent. He didn't even mind the lack of a mask, thinking the paint was a good enough substitute. It took him a moment to recognise Just as he was thinking the party was beginning to look markedly feminine (not that he minded that, in fact just the opposite) three men entered: two whom he did not recognise and one he did. To see Remi, one of the 'official members' there, was good. Bastien hoped he might learn to live a little at this event. There was a man in a wolf mask that he admired; Bastien thought if he had a chance he'd have to compliment him on it. The third man...well. He supposed he had asked for morals to be left at the door, but in his experience the people here had so far been rather conservative and he had not expected that. Feeling that enough people had now arrived, Bastien stood up, spread out his cape and adjusted his hair, then stepped around the corner and held his arms up. [say]"Friends! Thank you very much for coming to the first Church of Safrin Masquerade! You will remember this night for the rest of your lives, I guarantee. Just remember it is all in honour of our most wonderous lady, Safrin, regina delle stelle e della luna."[/say] He motioned behind him, to where a large painting of Safrin hung, her face surrounded by a starry halo and her dress fanning out delicately in shades of blue. [say]"Now. Feel free to dance and drink in here. All drinks are for everyone. Though for those who fancy something a little more stimulating..."[/say] He made eyes at [say]"So. With all of that said, have a good time and praise Safrin, my friends!"[/say] With his speech over, Bastien went to get himself a drink (plucking a mask off of the wall and pointedly giving to to Edy on the way), then passed back over to the back room, motioning for anyone to follow him if they wished (and very much hoped they would, or it would be rather embarrassing). RE: Masquerade - Lily - 01-16-2019
RE: Masquerade - Remi - 01-16-2019 As Which was why of course as Swallowing, Remi made his way towards the makeshift bar, and coincidentally towards [say]"This—"[/say] He said, pointing to one of the gins he made that he was particularly proud of, [say]"—or this, if you're looking to not remember this evening."[/say] The alchemist added with an amused shake of his head, pointing towards one of the whiskeys. |