Koa
Koa? Not the biggest fan of masquerades. I know, I know, it seems like he should be - it's a party with absurd costumes and great vibes and good drinks, but our lad's a wee bit of a control freak, and the idea that he's surrounded by people he cannot recognize sets his teeth on edge. Still, he's determined to enjoy himself, and the drink in his hand is doing solid work toward settling his nerves.
Not that it's stopped him from committing fully. Koa's mothman costume is a pretty solid affair, the black velvet poncho and antennae'd hood doing a great job of obscuring his appearance and keeping him warm. Add to that the white full-face mask and he's all but unrecognizable to those who do not know him well, who likely could still pick the soldier out by his uniquely bouncy gait. A gait that is on full, unconscious display as he makes his way toward a certain trio, grinning underneath his mask.
An attentive soldier and observer of body language, he's already been able to recognize a few figures despite the masks that obscure their their faces, but Koa doesn't need any help to recognize the triplets. Calypso's sheer, golden ensemble does little to disguise his cousin's flame, and he assumes by deduction that the tall man beside her is Vesper, who aside from being a little aggro and real into Mateo's face Koa knows nothing of at all. And then there's Nova, somehow managing to sparkle despite the black dress code, her iridescence drawing Koa like a mothman to a flame.
Seeing the girls eyeing the drink table, Koa decides to take some initiative. Putting down his empty cup he snags two bottles of cider, then strides toward where the trio hovers, his identity all but concealed. "Ladies!" the young man declares brightly, voice rendered slightly muffled by the mask that hides his mouth, "You're without drinks and dance partners! Please, let me remedy at least one of these two crimes." He extends the bottles with a flourish, winking from behind his mask. Now that he's committed to this game he's finding himself quite amused.
Maybe maybe there is some fun to be found masquerades after all.
Costume thread: [SE] En esta casa no existen fantasmas, son puros recuerdos
Not that it's stopped him from committing fully. Koa's mothman costume is a pretty solid affair, the black velvet poncho and antennae'd hood doing a great job of obscuring his appearance and keeping him warm. Add to that the white full-face mask and he's all but unrecognizable to those who do not know him well, who likely could still pick the soldier out by his uniquely bouncy gait. A gait that is on full, unconscious display as he makes his way toward a certain trio, grinning underneath his mask.
An attentive soldier and observer of body language, he's already been able to recognize a few figures despite the masks that obscure their their faces, but Koa doesn't need any help to recognize the triplets. Calypso's sheer, golden ensemble does little to disguise his cousin's flame, and he assumes by deduction that the tall man beside her is Vesper, who aside from being a little aggro and real into Mateo's face Koa knows nothing of at all. And then there's Nova, somehow managing to sparkle despite the black dress code, her iridescence drawing Koa like a moth
Seeing the girls eyeing the drink table, Koa decides to take some initiative. Putting down his empty cup he snags two bottles of cider, then strides toward where the trio hovers, his identity all but concealed. "Ladies!" the young man declares brightly, voice rendered slightly muffled by the mask that hides his mouth, "You're without drinks and dance partners! Please, let me remedy at least one of these two crimes." He extends the bottles with a flourish, winking from behind his mask. Now that he's committed to this game he's finding himself quite amused.
Maybe maybe there is some fun to be found masquerades after all.
Costume thread: [SE] En esta casa no existen fantasmas, son puros recuerdos
Let's fall in love for the night
And forget in the morning
And forget in the morning
