RPA's 8th Year Masquerade Ball (IC)

[Elizabeth16]

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As you read your invitation, the world around you disappears. Whatever you were doing before, it stops. The world you know melts away at the same time that a new world grows. My world. The shades around you glow, shinning and shimmering away into the hues of sunset and shining white stone. The first thing you'll see is the sky. For you see, you're in the sky. A castle (http://images.forwallpaper.com/files/images/5/50d1/50d11a12/65303/castle-in-the-sky.jpg) in the sky. Sunset sets a light to the air that hints at the darkness to come but instead enhances the best qualities of day, a magic touch to everything near. In the air around you, just starting to come alive, are small glowing glitter-globes. I'm not sure if they are bugs or magic; I prefer to think magic.

After all, it is such a magical night. You'll look down to find yourself in the dress best suited for the occasion. Something fantastic for those who shine, something unique for those on their own path, or just a bit daring for my dangerous friends. Whatever your mundane clothes were replaced with is exactly what you dreamed of. That's what I want for you. I want your dreams to come true. This is your night, your ball. And a very special kind of ball. It's a masquerade. Maybe you've just reached up to touch the mask you find tied or fitted to your face. Don't take it off. There's something reckless about hiding a part of your identity. You can dance and love and enjoy and wonder at who your prince could be, or where this princess has been hiding. But, that's your choice.

You're on the steps and grand entrance of my castle now. The doors are open, and waiting for you. The castle shines in every way. Ignore the maybe too much equine decor; I have a thing for the horses, if you didn't know. Walk in. You'll find my grand entrance (http://www.oneonta.edu/faculty/farberas/arth/Images/ARTH200/paris_opera_Grand_Escalier.jpg). Isn't it grand? Linger there and wait for your date if it pleases you, but, in time, walk up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs there will be a sprite (http://friendsofwar.weebly.com/uploads/3/0/1/3/30130487/7263220.jpg?358) to announce you. The sprites are my dearest friends; there are many of them around, to suit your needs and your every whim. The sprite at the door knows your name and your title, your RPA member title, if you have one, and she will announce you to the room. There's quiet music playing, enough to make the mood.

But once you're in my Glimmering Ballroom, you'll enter down long stairs (http://www.yourpshome.net/attachments/playstation-r-home-picture-10-07-2013-18-58-13-jpg.45921/) to the shining ballroom floor. The floor is enchanting on its own. When viewed from the top of the stairs, the floating lights from the ceiling dance and play across it, reflecting the colors of those dancing on it. There are tables set on the sides, and food and drinks to be found carried and on tables. It is elegant and perfect, shining and magical in every way.

Go inside. Get to know your friends and partners from RPA. The Ball will start soon, and I'll be there shortly.

Most of all. Be magical.

[Derpnaster]

Derp did not often get out. In fact he never got out, his entire adult life was spent inside an office or datacenter often for many days on end managing the ever expanding needs of many a large corporation.

But today there was only the massive building in front of him, now dressed in his only suit he walked up the steps and slipped quickly inside, not really paying much attention to the small creatures announcing his name as if he was someone important or someting.
Just keep it calm and keep to the side, better to observe than to jump right in.
The somewhat short IT expert thought to himself as he made his way to snack table and sat on a simple stoo.

Now let's see what this is all about.

[Tatsuke]

Landing just below the stairs Tatsuke looked up the stairs that lead into the castle. It was truly something to be fascinated over, who ever lived here had to be amazing. The celebration of Role Play Adventures birthday was going to be a day to remember. Tatsuke slowly walked up the stairs, her hand on the glossy railing as she headed up. She noticed a Sprite and smiled to it before her hazel eyes looked around.

"Tatsuke!" Shouted the Sprite as Tatsuke slowly entered and followed the stairs to the main area of the ball. She looked down to the main ball room floor from the stairs it was truly something in awe, and she wondered what music would be playing for the celebration. She smiled a little as she hung around the railing.

'I'm never good when it comes to these things...' Feeling nervous as she slowly walked down and onto the ball room floor. She staid on the edge of it though not wishing to interrupt anything or anyone that might be dancing. Slowly she moved to a wall and leaned against it. Fiddling with a necklace she always wore. A purple heart with thorns along its edges. Something that she held close yet had no real value. Looking over the floor, it was going to be an amazing night. And to be part of something this amazing was something she just couldn't refuse.

[Naraness]

Crisp air filled her lungs and with a delicate gasp, the young maiden of seventeen was swept away to place she had never before set her eyes on. "Oh my." Nara whispered, her gaze trailing across the sky which swept for miles in hues of blue and red. She reached down to smooth her clothing, only to find that an elegant, black, lace ball gown had replaced the ordinary clothes she was used to. Her fingers flew to her mouth in shock just as a blonde wave of hair fell down her shoulder, and her hazel eyes widened. "I must have stumbled into a dream." She murmured. "This is impossible." Further inspection led to the discovery of a delicate mask which hid her facial features. A small thrill of excitement raced through her veins.

I can be anyone.

With a grin filled with mirth, she lifted her skirts and began walking up a set of beautiful marble steps, leading to a castle which was set in the clouds. Her heart was light with joy, and it seemed that though she climbed hundreds of steps, she was not left breathless or tired. There wasn't even sweat on her brow, although the air was comfortably warm.

Once at the top, Nara paused, her eyes wide as she took in the view. The castle seemed to climb toward the sky, glowing in the colors of the sunset. She wondered if these colors of dusk would linger, or if they would fade and be replaced by a billion stars. Either option seemed equally magical, and she smiled wistfully. "Now..." She wondered aloud, turning a slow circle. "Do I go in, or am I supposed to wait for something?" A gentle breeze tickled her ankles, playing with the edges of the young lady's lacy skirts. It felt like, if this was a story... There would be the moment when a handsome prince would sweep in and take her by the hand. A soft laugh rose in her throat, and she shook her head. "Now, just who would want to dance with me?" The notion seemed silly, and she stepped towards the door.

[Kicks]

Hop. Hop... Hop, hop, hop.

She stopped.

Just grab your arms, lower your head, and hop like a bunny. Nobody will see you. And maybe if you're weird enough with the hopping, you'll like you belong.

Kicks nodded to herself. It was logical reasoning, really. But the two acts seemed to balance each other out no matter the circumstance. It was like taking a cute puppy and putting it into an ugly suit. Even if the suit were fairly ugly, the puppy remained cute. And thus, no solution was made to entering a ball.

Walking with confidence was an option, or even dancing on inside. Yea. She could be cocky. Ha! She could be the cockiest of them all! Why, she could be like Austin Powers when it came to woman. But... wait... that didn't make sense. In fact, that sort of contradicted her own self worth. She was a woman.

But no, the simile still stood. For the emphasis was on the confidence and arrogance, not on the implication of sexism and perversion.

Kicks gave herself a thumbs up. Well that self-argument sure did boost her confidence. Maybe she didn't have to continue hopping on inside. Or did she...? Well, it was fun. But on the other hand, it was really weird. And she didn't want to be that person.

So like a normal person, or close enough, she swaggered on in. Too gangster? Dang it. She simmered down to a gentle glide. There we go!

Okay, now all she had to do was go straight to the nearest corner of the room and pretend she was a stripper- er, uh, wall. Pretend she was a wall.

[DCaesar of Wakanda]

DC stood silently for a moment, blinking as he looked around at his surroundings. Damn! This is definitely a step up from a guy doing nothing in a New York apartment.. He thought. This looked almost scary fancy. Was he dreaming? He looked down at himself, seeing what he has on. Yep. Definitely a step up. He kinda stared at the castle from the outside for a minute.

The young man had growm up in the ghettos of New York and had only heard of stuff like this in books or something. He couldn't believe it, he just couldn't for some reason. Almost like his mind was attempting to reject the vision of the castle from Cinderella standing before him. DC even pinched himself to be sure. Ow! Still hurt, definitely hurt. So now he couldn't deny that he was physically here. He was almost afraid to go inside but something told him that he should.

He was still looking very hesitant to move though, managed to pull himsslf through the doors. He looked at the grand staircase before him. He took off his hat and ran his head up the back of his head, which his hair was cut into a fade, not much hair on his head other than at the top. He put his hat back on, once doing so, feeling that something was on his face. It was metallic almost. A mask? Dude, where was he? Was he supposed to be a superhero or something?

Probably not but was pretty sure he shouldn't take it off. Following the stairs, DC made it to the main room. Seeing how everything was arranged, DC smirked. What was this supposed to be? Somebody's fantasy prom? Was this really just going to turn into some princess type stuff? DC couldn't be too sure, but he was brought here for some reason. Did this mean that he was going to find his Cinderella? DC had some serious doubts. Come on, it just doesn't work like that...does it?

Ah. He was probably overthinking this, just enjoy the moment, or something like that. Kind of unsure what to do with himself, DC leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets, unsure(and still kinda afraid) of what should happen...

[Kourtney]

Kourtney's hair was neatly curled with two strands of hair braided and bobby-pinned in the back of her head where her body was covered in a tight, much tighter than she was used to, shiny dress which covered a bit of the ground underneath her feet which was settled inside a small black rhinestone-like pair of heels which made her stand a couple inches taller than her normal 5"2 height. Her well-made black and red mask was already attached to her face where her fingers gently ran against the material that she was rather unfamiliar with. A sigh escaped her lips as a breeze swept through her hair. Staring at the gorgeous castle ahead of her in awe, she started to wonder if she should just wait outside or go in.

Shortly making up her mind to go in, she let her feet guide her into the direction of the entrance of the castle. She quietly followed a few other people ahead of her in as her eyes scanned the new sights. She felt a slight shiver run down her back nervously as she went deeper inside the building. She let her hands rest in front of her body together as she tried to concentrate more on the soft noise of her heels clicking the floor than the other people.

"Kourtney! Over here!"

Kourtney's feet paused in her tracks as her head swerved to the direction of her name. That's when she knew she had found her sprite that would surely announce her and guide her in the right direction. The sprite quickly ushered Kourtney to her, which she soon followed. The sprite made her way to the ballroom where several people were already enjoying the fun. Smiling, Kourtney thanked the sprite kindly before it had wandered off.

The young woman's eyes scanned the area once again before her eyes located some seats and a table. She soon made her way over. Sitting down, Kourtney carefully adjusted her dressed as she watched other people storm in with curious and bright eyes.

[Omac]

The stroke of a keyboard turned into a dash of sparkles as he appeared into the castle. Is this real?. Omac questioned his own existence, but moved forward anyway. His shirtless nighttime ritual turned into a tight polo that seemed fit for his personality, almost perfectly, which slid into his tan dress pants. For the most part he dressed almost like he normally does except for the gentlemen's shoes tied to his feet and the themed mask covering his face.

Omac smiled as he made his way through the castle, up the stairs and into the ball room where he was greeted by a strange creature that knew his name. His real name. He shook it off before spotting a more beautiful creature before him. It was impossible to tell who it was under the mask, but her dress was an elegant, black gown that seemed to sparkle under the lights.

"Who are you?" he asked himself unable to take the grin off of his face. Making his way over to her he reached out almost grabbing her shoulder before he resisted making his way over her and through the door.

[Blazing Falcons]

A ball? Really? Well. If that's the case, time to get my fancy on. Blazing thought. A masked ball, at that. Perhaps I should don a fancy name for the night (It's just too bad I put off getting a haircut...). I'm thinking... Duke of Fire? No, that's stupid. Think, man, think! You have a chance to be mysterious for a minute or two! Lord Gyrfalcon! But that too would immediately reveal who you are... Oh! Latin! That's what my alias needs! Lord Falco rusticolus! Science-y! He cracked a sly grin and sauntered up to the entrance, holding his hands behind his back. "Good evening." He said once, but it was directed to all outside with him. With his greeting, a smile came surprisingly easy to him, as though he'd just heard a good joke. Well, guess that means that a good night is soon to be had. Wonder how long I'll keep up the fancy?

[Liono]

I'm in a castle... I'm in a suit, and... Onyx reached up to his face. I have a mask on. Masquerade party. This was going to be a long night, Onyx never felt good at a party. He usually hanged around the wall watching everyone drink beer, Onyx standing there with his water. In fact, he never went to a party unless his friends force him too.

As he walked through the castle, Onyx was met by an unusually high voice. "Say hi to Sir Onyx!" a large, sparkling woman with wings called out to him. A fairy? "Sir Onyx, over here!" another sprite called out. For some reason, he followed the fairy towards an astonishingly shiny floor, capable of blinding anyone if you had a flashlight. "Go on, dance Onyx!" the sprite said. "If I really have to..."

[Skeletor]

Alistair was standing outside her hotel room on the balcony. It had been a long day. Hell, a long year. She was beginning to feel like a ghost lately; pale and grief-stricken...shuffling through life aimlessly and practically walking through people as if she were mist they could just stroll through with only minor annoyance crossing their faces before they continued on. After taking a long drag from the blueberry Swisher Sweet she had tucked between two fingers, Alistair tipped her cowboy hat to one of the house keepers then pursed her lips, expelling the smoke from her lungs in a slow, relaxing exhale. She watched the swirling smoke dissipate and found herself wishing she could just fly away with it. Too many things had been weighing heavily on her shoulders lately and she didn't feel like sticking around to find out whether or not it would completely crush her in the end. Pushing some of her dark hair behind one ear, Alistair sighed and put out her cigarillo. As she was getting ready to creep back into the room to search for some alcohol to take the edge off of the pain...

She realized as she stepped through the doorway of her room that she was no longer looking into her room. Pastel clouds the colors of cotton-candy swirled about her ankles and above her in the sky. It reminded her of a prettier version of the smoke she had wanted to be like just a moment ago.
"I haven't even started drinking yet. What the..." her words trailed off as she looked down in confusion upon the feeling of the clouds twirling past her feet. Alistair was shocked to find that she was dressed in a lovely black and grey ball gown with all the ruffles and perfect ruching she could have ever wanted in a formal dress.
A thankful smile crept over her lips. It had been a long time since she'd worn a ball gown. Too long.
Not only was she wearing her dream gown, Alistair was elated to find she was also wearing matching lacy gloves, a black choker, and...a mask. A masquerade, she thought. It was like a dream come true.

Eventually, Alistair had wandered over to the castle just ahead and caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror as soon as she wound up in the decadent area that was the grand entrance. Grand, indeed, she noted.
Staring at her reflection for a moment, she discovered she had not been walking at all - she'd been floating! Alistair saw that her skin was unusually pale and it was nearly translucent. She wondered what all that was about, but then she got distracted for a moment upon seeing for the first time that the mask she was wearing was black. And that her makeup was done in just the dark fashion she enjoyed - gothy, ominous, and yet...inviting. She noticed a red rose fascinated to the top of her dress and smiled in satisfaction upon discovering her lips were painted the same poignant hue of red as the dark flower she had been adorned with. Whoever did this, thank you, prayed Alistair silently. Almost nothing made her feel better than looking her absolute best. Ghostly qualities aside...

As she ventured further into the room, she noticed couples traversing up the stairs and down to what she assumed was the ballroom just beyond.
"Well, I look positively dapper. But now I need a date," she sighed.
Looking around, Alistair noticed she wasn't the only one alone and decided to find a wall to lean against and decorate with her presence for awhile until she could find a way to solve this problem. Her eyes traveled the room, soaking in the richness and elegance of its design. Every detail was perfect.
Suddenly, she noticed a small table nearby and upon it there sat various stationary supplies. So she began writing a letter and when she was finished, she sent it floating through the air on a wisp of spectral vapor...

[AngelDellaNotte]

Angel stood in a dark corner of the night club leaning against the wall. She looked down at her watch seeing that she was about seven hours into a twelve hour shift. She had a quick break earlier in the night but a fight on the dance floor had quickly ended that. She glanced down at her watch seeing that she was about ten minutes late for her lunch. The lunch schedule had been knocked off plan after the fight broke out. She wondered if she would be going anytime soon. She reached down to her radio checking to see if it was on as she hadn't heard anything in a while. Yep it was on and the volume was all the way up. Placing the radio back on her duty belt she looked up at the crowd of dancers. She really hated when the first of the month fell on a weekend. Everyone had extra money to spare and came out to the casino to have some fun. But not Angel she was stuck watching everyone else have fun.

Her ears perked up when she heard her call sign on the radio and the dispatcher cleared her for lunch. She let out a sigh and walked to the employee door. She punched the door code in and walked through heading to her locker. Once there she grabbed her phone and her lunch, a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich and walked to the break room. She sat down at the table briefly looking up at the TV seeing someone he placed it on a news channel. While she took a bite of her sandwich she turned her phone on seeing that there was a message for her. Opening her e-mail she saw it was from RPA. Thinking it was just another site wide message she clicked open anyway.

It was an invitation and no sooner then she finished reading it the room began to fade. At first she had thought she had waited too long to eat and she was passing out but then a simmering light surrounded her. When it faded she noticed the sunset which was strange as even though she had been stuck inside for hours she knew that the sun had been down for a while. Looking around Angel noticed a castle. She blinked a few times as she realized the castle was floating in the sky. From there she looked down at her clothes. She was no longer wearing her dark blue uniform and duty belt but instead had a black tuxedo on. She looked down at her hand expecting to see her phone there but instead she saw an invitation in her hand, she scanned briefly realizing it was a paper copy of the one she had read on her phone. She shrugged and tucked it into the pocket of her jacket smirking when she felt something cool and metal inside. She pulled it out noticing a small flask, that she opened and took a quick swig of before placing it back in her pocket.

Angel walked to the towards a large set of double doors and through them seeing a sprite at the top of the stairs. The sprite nodded to her then called her name out indicating that she should head down the stairs. Angel tipped her hat to the sprite and then jumped on the railing and sliding down. When she reached the bottom she jumped but lost her footing on the landing and crashed into someone.

[TheDoctor]

My oh my, what is this?

A man in a sky-blue tuxedo stepped into the entrance hall, sapphire eyes absorbing the expansive room from behind a quaint, decorative mask split silver and azure. He pushed a stray lock of combed blonde hair above the ceramic veil and inhaled a deep breath, feeling the warm, summery air fill his lungs. It wasn't just the air, though. The hue of the hall, the dancing animated lanterns, the everlasting twilight coloring a pastel blaze of fantasy: they all kindled his imagination with an unquenchable sense of excitement. He released his breath with a sigh of arrogance.

The Staff have certainly overdone it this time.

"The Doctor, A Dandy Guy, in Space, also known as Prince Sexy, has arrived!"

Oh my god, why.

The man, known as The Doctor, and not, in fact, as "Prince Sexy," whipped his head around to stare at the sprite, which stared back at him with a look of surprise. When he gestured to himself with a cock of his eyebrow, the sprite shrugged her shoulders and turned her attention to the other patrons needing to be announced. Rolling his eyes and turning away, he started up the stairs in the entrance hall. That was a joke, Elizabeth, not an actual title. He would require a word with her as soon as he found her.

Wait, how would he find her in a masquerade full of people he had never met?

Huffing quietly, The Doctor restored his calm demeanor and escalated the stairs gracefully. Couples were already meeting, thrilled at their ability to meet in the flesh. He had made no plans to meet with his fellow writers, choosing instead to let the night take him as it would. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He had made plans to so-called "wingman" with Craze, but at the last minute, Craze found himself a fine lady to attend the ball with. Of course he did.

And so, bemused and befuddled, The Doctor was left to attend alone.

That was okay with him, though. The ballroom raised his spirits dramatically from appearance alone, adding a gentle spring to his step as he descended the stairs to the floor. He took a glass of amber champagne from a server who passed him by, sipping the ecstatic liquid as his gaze embraced the room's inhabitants. All of them were strangers to his masked vision, but then again, he was also a stranger to them. Damsels in elegant, flowing gowns stood perched upon heels of unknown height, hearts glimmering with reveries of the evening to come. Gentlemen in strapping, well-cut dress clothes lifted their shoulders back, pushing their chests slightly forward in an attempt to catch their hopeful, mascara-clad eyes. Social events such as these were ever so lovely to observe, and to some, even more lovely to participate in.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, The Doctor took another sip of the bubbly drink before settling along the base of the stairs. He would wait for a proper time to swoop into conversation with either lad or lady, but it was far too early into the occasion for the seeds of dialogue to bloom. Yes, waiting was a fine, fine choice indeed.

[Soulio]

What was a small. somewhat messy room littered with posters and various electronics very suddenly became a starry filled night, a beautiful castle standing tall in front of Soul.

"What the..." he mumbled to himself, looking at his surroundings. It was simple, but oddly complex in its beauty. Soft light kept the area from being cast into darkness, but not bright enough to ruin the scenery. Looking down, Soul quickly realized he was fit into a suit, perfectly pressed, crisp and clean. Immediately he fixed his posture, standing straight and holding his chin higher. He then realized that a mask was on his face, keeping only his lower facial features to the open. Half his face was hidden beneath the mask.

"Masquerade ball, huh? Alright," he said, now walking with purpose towards the castle, noticing a few others walking up the stairs as well. There were a few people standing right outside the doors, all in masks as well. Before making his way inside, he tipped his head in respect to one of the women outside.

"Mi'lady," he said, saying no more as he entered the grand castle, silently in awe at the decor. He just kept following the carpet that was laid out into a clear path, following the people as well that were mulling about the castle. There seemed to be a sprite up at the stairs, so mainly out of curiosity, Soul approached the sprite, surprised it knew his name as well as his title.

"Presenting Soul Repera, Fancy Reaper! Welcome to the RPA Ball!"

"This is going to be one interesting night..."

[Veloci]

Veloci was lost. One moment, he had been at home, watching videos and reading RPs. The next, he appeared in a strange place, straight out of a little girl's fantasies. A beautiful, breathtaking, even, castle floating in the sky. He felt his clothes, which were like nothing he had ever worn before. It was then he noticed the metal on his face. He reached up, and felt the smooth curves and sharp lines of a mask. He smiled. A masquerade, a social gathering, one he wasn't prepared for. To be fair though, he wasn't prepared for any kind of social gathering. He had never been to a party before, and, as such, he knew not what to do beyond instinct. He moved forward, watching as the sprite announced him.

As he entered, he let out a gasp of breath which he quickly stifled. The entry hall was even more elegant and breathtaking then the outside. He moved around, watching as others, male and female, moved into and around the ballroom, all wearing fine clothes and masks. He couldn't tell who was who, at all. He smiled again. If he couldn't identify anyone, then surely, they couldn't either. He moved off to one side, watching more people move into the ballroom, and finding certain people with uncanny precision. He would need to enjoy himself, but, the night had just begun.

[P.K.]

P.K. had started reading over the invitation only to realize that her entire surroundings had slowly changed, along with her outfit. What had been some light Pajama pants and shirt had changed into a rather fancy dress. P.K.'s reality Ego didn't really care fore dresses, she might like looking at them and dressing other's in them but didn't always care to wear them herself. But it was beautiful none the less. She noticed the necklace hanging around her neck and smiled as she touched it before feeling at the mask that hid part of her face. What was going on anyways?

She found that she was sitting on a set of stairs facing away from the castle but she she looked around she couldn't help but be amazed at the view, the sight of the clouds drifting right by and the hue and shade of the pinks and oranges and whites and blue all together as if someone had painted them there. "How wonderful!" She got to her feet and wondered closer to the scene ignoring for the moment the castle behind her as she drank in the rest of the scene.

Arc opens his eyes to find himself laying on the ground with the castle facing him. The last thing that he remembered was that he was running down the road towards home when an invitation lands in his face blinding him for a moment causing him to slam right into a tree knocking himself out cold. As he gets up he notices that he's not in his regular clothes and that his nose isn't broken, nor bleeding. In matter of fact he's not in any pain at all. "I must be dreaming or I gotten myself killed." Arc mutters to himself hopping that he's just knocked out and not dead.

As Arc gets up onto his fee he looks up at the castle and actually admire the castle. It kinda reminds him of Neuschwanstien Castle back in Germany. As he looks around he finds not only the stairs, but notices P.K. "Well that settles it. I'm knocked out cold somewhere." Arc mutters to himself as he walks over to her. "Hey sis what are you doing out here and do you have any idea where we are at?" Arc asks P.K as he rubs his head.

P.K. turned at the sound of a voice addressing her as... sis. She looked at the man for a moment before a wide smile spread over her features. "BB!" She tackled him, as much as one could in a dress, and wrapped her arms around him in a hug before taking a few steps back. "Hum, that's a good question." She replied before looking past him at the castle. "I'm pretty sure its a dream of some sort but how we got here and why are not answers I have yet." She said. "But something tells me we'll get the answer soon if we enter." She pointed to the stairs leading to the door before she took another step back to look over her adoptive brothers outfit. "Look handsome there bro." she covered her mouth for a moment, those words didn't quite seem to fit the atmosphere around here. "Your looking... Rather dashing dear brother." She tried.

Arc eye's widen a bit, but laughs when his adorable little sister hugs him almost causing the two to fall down the stairs, but regains their balance and Arc hugging P.K back tightly. When she tells Arc that she two doesn't know what's going on or where they're at. Arc couldn't help, but look at his adopted sister's dress as well and looks at her with a smile. "Thank you sis. You look very beautiful and very adorable." Arc tells P.K with a smile as he notices a mask on his belt along with a sword and a colt 1911 pistol neatly placed. Acr carefully places his mask on his face and look at his sister with a smile.

"Whenever you are ready we can head up and see what's going on." Arc tells P.K as he rests his hand on the hilt of his sword and offers his arm for his sister. "Don't want to be rude by not escorting you up the stairs." Arc tells P.K.

She couldn't help but giggle, this felt so odd yet enchanting at the same time! She looked at her brother for a moment before slowly taking his arm. "S-sure." it must be a dream! but his arm was warm and sturdy as they started walking to the doors. "I wounder..." She said. From here she could see others entering into the doors as well. "There are others here... will they be people we know? Or complete strangers? and how were they brought here? how were they picked?" She wondered out loud but mostly to herself as they reached the doors. "I have a feeling many of these people are in some way connected to us." She said looking up to Arc as they continued to walk inside. When she looked back inside the interior of the castle was just as stunning as the outside. "Oh wow..." Who could dream all this up? well a lot of people but she wanted to know... who.

As soon as P.K takes his arm he would escort her up the stairs while also noticing the same thing. If this was truly a dream, then normally he won't feel anything, but her arm is soft and arm. Once up the stairs he looks in amazement at the decor and the entrance of the room. "Yep this definitely reminds me of Germany." Arc tells P.K as he two notices others walking in. When Pk informs Arc of her observations. Arc looks at his sister and smiles agreeing with everything. "I say it's both friend and stranger, but if we are selected for some reason or anything bad happens I'll make sure that you are safe. For now the only to know what's going on is to go forward and not back." Arc tells PK still smiling as he silently observes the area while making plans if something does happen.

"I suppose your right." She agreed before looking back to the castle lay out in front of them. It was grand indeed, space enough to fit her house! and maybe both her grandparents house! And there appeared to be strange creatures flitting about, Calling out names, announcing names really, she could hear it from here. "There, I think we go there." She said before smiling at him and starting to walk, though keeping her arms around his. From here she was sure she heard some familiar names... Onyx? Omac? "hum..." She thought for a moment as they reached the room almost jumping when one of the beautiful announcer called her name and Arc's tittle. "Oh... my..." She breathed as she peered down the stairs as the dancing floor and the people slowly gathering there. "Now that I think about it... the Invitation did say something about a masquerade, a party..." She whispered almost afraid to be to loud now. "About... RPA..." She slowly looked up to BB with a small smile forming, though nervous.

Arc didn't flinch when the announcer called their names. To him right now feels like a Military Ball except no long boring speeches, everyone in uniform, and no long promotion ceremonies and awards. However when Arc notices his little sister being nervous. Arc looks at PK giving her a little smile. "It's alright sis. I got you. Take a deep breath. Count to four and then exhale." Arc tells Pk trying to calm her nerves down a bit. When PK mentioned something about an invitation. Arc looks at PK with a look of sudden realization. "So that was the thing that blinded me and caused me to slam into a tree...." Arc mutters to himself as he walks with PK to where the others are.

P.K. nodded taking a deep breath before letting it back out and following Arc to the floor of the dance floor. If it could be said, this room was even more magical then the rest, it was beautiful and the very air was sweet... sweet with something... More and more people were announced as she looked around, those standing against the walls some seemed Vaguely familiar but she was not ready yet to approach and see how much so, still if this was really the gathering of RPA's people... many many friends would be here, And in the flesh to. How exciting!

[Derpnaster]

Just when Derpnaster was beginning to enjoy the strange solitude in the large ballroom and his small claimed spot near the snack table, a whole horde of people of all stripes cam through the door, each being announced by the small fairlylike creatures that announced him. Though no one was there to hear his, which was just fine by the Techie's standards.

"Guess I wasn't the only one to be pulled here.."
Derp said as his pale eyes moved beneath his dark glasses to causally observe the newcomers.
Among many men all dressed in fancy, much more so than his own, suits, and woman looking strangely beautiful by all standards, each in her own way. The lone observer noticed several that like himself went right for the wall.

Before Derpnaster could make anymore mental comments he noticed a note floating right in front of him .
Strange...
He took the note out of the air and began to read it, all the while wondering who would do such an thing with a letter.

[Miyopup]

Miyo's stomach was growling and still growling when she realized she wasn't in the kitchen about to eat a burnt burger. She pondered for a second what happened to the burger when she transported to a completely different place. Miyo gasped and suddenly stood up, frantically looking around.
"What? Where? Who?" She took a step forward and felt something brush against her feet. A large -very large- dress made a slow swish from her abrupt halt. "Woa- oh my god!" She started to feel herself, her fingertips trailing on tiny stones that glittered. Miyo did a full twirl then stopped and let out a giggle. She had just been checking her phone for messages and then POOF. She was only able to glance at the shiny message from RPA.
"So. This is a-" she answered her own question by touching her face- or trying to touch her face. In it's place was a mask of some sort. It had a cute button nose Miyo calculated. She did tiny little stomps in place to express her absolute joy and ran up the steps to a huge castle. It was so grande in Miyo's opinion. Luckily, she loved grande.
"Miyo!" A sprite called out. It was so cute looking, Miyo thought. She stopped and froze like a deer caught in the headlights. She hated to be looked at and quickly entered the building's tall doors. She sped down the steps, her hair bouncing and her gold and black dress dragging on the floor behind her.

Miyo looked around the room and then ran forward toward the long, white, and filled with food tables.

"Excuse me, pardon me- I must have food!" She cried and pushed past people.

[Liono]

Jokes on her, I don't have someone to dance with. He walked over to the wall, observing the people already here and the ones walking in. The one good thing about being at a party is you can see all that happens, later to be used to his advantage. Also, he can check out the nice looking men here. Onyx never really had a thing for women, though he can feel romantic with one. Men just suited his tastes more.

So these are all RPA users, huh. He started to compare the people to the things they told him while he was browsing RPA. Almost senior... Omac there? Very blue eyes... Is that PK? Hopefully nobody saw Onyx when the sprite called his name. This was supposed to be a masquerade party. What was the point? That person might be Veloci, and that one might be Angel... He really didn't know who was who, each one being a guess. Onyx didn't know many people on RPA, so he might meet some new people. That is, if they tell him their name.

"I'm a little thirsty, where are the stands?" he said, looking around. "Here!" a familiar voice called out. Onyx yelled out in surprise. "What's wrong with you?! And I was standing next to a wall!" "You said you needed a drink, be grateful!" the sprite said. Onyx looked at her hand, a cup of water resting inside. "Thank you, I guess," he said, accepting the gift. "I'm here for whatever you need!" The fairy flew out of sight, into who know where. "I guess I'll stay here like the rest of all the parties I've been to," Onyx said, drinking his water.

[Tatsuke]

Watching others gather around in the ballroom started to make her feel more small. Keeping to the wall she watched as a few were heading to the food and punch. Though her mind was more interested in what the bar had. Maybe Red Bull. Something better than punch. Tatsuke didn't like punch. She was more of the type that drank soda all day to red bull when working. When bad days came she'd have a little alcohol to feel better. But never a lot. Just enough for a buzz. Shaking her head she wondered if that was a bad idea to have a buzz. She was normally more talkative then and that might be a bad thing.

Looking around though she fiddled with her heart necklace more. Unsure if she should just be a fool and play around in the center of the ball room dancing to her own music in her head. This was very tempting, though she honestly didn't know how to dance. Only slow dance. So she staid where she was ignoring her thoughts she looked up at the lights that seemed to be magical above the ballroom floor. They reflected beautifully off the floor and seemed to cast an amazing glow around the room. It truly was an amazing thing to witness.

'I wonder if I'll meet anything interesting here...Or anyone I may know,' Tatsuke thought to herself feeling uncomfortable about these things. She didn't even go to her own prom so why did she decide to come here? She guessed to see how fun it could be or who she might be able to meet. These things wondered through her head as she watched the people coming in and hanging around the wall. She made sure to keep a little distance from those hanging around the wall.

[spooky]

Pop.

A notification appears on the upper right corner of my laptop, my heart jumping at the dark grey bar. "What's this?" I muse. Using my mouse to click on it, an invitation pops up, and it isn't a minute before my keyboard vanishes, leaving a trail of small sparkles.
"What the-"
Suddenly, I no longer see my computer in front of me and I'm out of my lazy clothes. Instead, I see a shimmering ballroom scattered with people in dresses and tuxes, but most importantly, masks. I reach up to touch my face and I feel a mask sitting snugly on the bridge of my nose. I have a habit of touching my neck when I am nervous; however, I did not feel my skin. My senses give me the assumption that I am adorned with a lacy neck choker, which I have actually been eyefing on Amazon. I happen to look down and my eyes widen at the sight.

"Oh my god, what the spook?" I gasp out the little saying of mine.

A strapless long black dress cascades elegantly down my body, ending at the floor and covering my feet.

"Ah, am I wearing heels?" I whine quietly. Hesitantly, I attempt to walk.

I trip. I fall.

Laughing nervously, I quickly get up and anxiously look around to see if anyone saw that.

[Kicks]

Sadly, in order to find her corner she needed to actually enter the ball. But ah... That meant having to pass by sprites. She didn’t want to pass by them. She wanted to be one of them! She wanted to hop on board the magic train, saddle up on a leprechaun, and pretend she was Einstein for the night.

But that was not the case.

So she collected herself and continued on her way.

When the sprite announced her presence, she had to keep herself from pumping her fist into the hair. Hell yea! Kicksy the Pixie!

She remained calm and collected in her neat blue gown. Calm and... How was she supposed to find a corner in this place?!

Her eyes swept the scene, looking desperately for her corner. But finding such an ideal thing was an impossibility at the present time. Did that mean she would have to awkwardly stand against a wall or... Around people?

How was she supposed to stand? Back straight, she presumed. Pft. She just had to tell herself that this was like the times she was modeling clothes for a business. Back straight, smile, eye contact.

No not eye contact. She didn’t want to make eye contact. Because then she would end up making a face at someone.

Too late. She was making faces as she walked. She tried to scorn herself mentally to make her stop. But oh gosh! It was so hard to stop! She knew the correct thing to do was smile. But then sometimes people took that as an invitation. And then she got really creepy people talking to her. And when that happened she just wanted to curl up into a hole and pretend she was a carrot in hibernation.

She just had to focus, try to guess the faces. Ha! Who was she kidding! She didn't know any of these faces!

Kicks laughed aloud at her own thought.

The only faces she had seen were on the picture thread. But oh no, that wasn't here to help her now. And oh what a shame it was she had such a terrible memory otherwise she would be calling out names like: "LUCI, WHATTUP. DIGGIN THE HAIR, BRO" or "SOUL, LOOKING ADORABLE AS ALWAYS". But nope. She did not have a thread to reference faces to names.

Gosh dang it. Now she was going to have to start calling people by "buckaroo" and "partner".

[Kourtney]

Kourtney smoothed down the wrinkles in her pretty red dress as she crossed her legs while her elbow sat on the table with her head resting inside her palm,, staring off into pretty much no where as she started to daydream on how this day would go. Her main goal was to meet some new fellow RPA members, but her mind soon wandered into the thought of finding a prince charming. She let out a small quiet laugh at the thought. Just no. She thought to herself as her gentle smile turned into a smirk. I need to stop watching all those romance movies! They're driving me nuts I swear. I'm such a hopeless romantic. Gawh! She thought to herself once again.

Kourtney shortly after let her eyes travel some more around the bright ballroom away from her silly thoughts. She smiled once again adoring the fanciness and well set up party this was. It was pretty much perfect.

[DCaesar of Wakanda]

DC remains against the wall by the door, watching more people came in. He looked calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was still afraid to move. He wondered if this all had something to do with RPA. He just so happened to have recieved an invitation to something through a private message and then the next thing he knew, Bam! As soon as he blinked he was here.

When he first got here, he wasn't really paying attention to what the small creature that he knew to be a sprite was saying. It said his name, his real name Damion-Caesar. He was so thrown off by that, that DC didn't even hear the rest of the sentence. Now he was sitting over in the corner with his head down because he was being a little punk as his older sister would say.

Well, in his defense he didn't know what to do. Matter of fact, DC didn't even feel like he belonged there. He felt like he was placed far below gatherings like this. He watched as the girls did what they did he supposed. Sliding down railings and falling. Looked more like his sister's sweet sixteen than anything but it was what it was. At the same time though, it was still kinda cool to be here.

It definitely beat sitting at home where he would do nothing but sit on jis cumputer and record his raps... Wait, didn't people usually bring dates to events like this? Was he supposed to have one? DC was uncertain and definitely wasn't the guy to just randomly approach people, living in the city does that to a person. Still, there was food on one of the tables on the sides of he huge room. He figured that he might as well get some as he didn't get the chance to eat dinner before magically getting transported here.

He would then try what he saw the other girl do and slide down the railing of the stairs, just because he was feeling kinda lazy. Despite his wearing jeans, he slid down rather quickly. He probably would have fell at he end like the pther girl did but the traction on his shoes kept him in place.

He would then walk over to the table, grab a napkin and eat a small sandwich. Odd, it tasted pretty good but didn't balls like this hage some sort of overly fancy food like french restaurants or something? Come on! Here he goes again over thinking everything, Just eat the sandwich man!

[Miyopup]

How can chips taste so GOOD? They're chips! Miyo thought as she filled her plate with a pile of chips, dip, five different types of pastries, tiny little quiches, and cute mini hamburgers. Even with all the food on her plate Miyo knew there was probably so much more to eat. Could her stomach hold? Would dancing burn off some of the calories? How many calories were there in the food anyway? Miyo didn't know and was too busy ogling the food on her plate to care. She was just popping a mini hamburger in her mouth and walking backwards -something she does when she's happy- when she bumped into someone and turned around abruptly. Her cheeks were full of food when she started to mumble out an apology.

"Mm! Sorry about tha- hey that sandwich looks REALLY good, where'd you get that?" Miyo couldn't help when she saw a good piece of art. A carefully crafted sandwich could brighten up any mood with fresh lettuce, tomatoes, and cold cuts. Miyo snapped out of her 'food self' and let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, that was weird."

Miyo awkwardly reached for a sandwich and started to eat. Again. She just couldn't help it.

[Naraness]

Heels clicked on the marble floors as Nara stepped into the palace. Her eyelashes brushed the inside of her mask as she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the stunning lights. The ballroom was incredible... Golden pillars held up the walls, murals captured scenes of angels on the ceiling, and lavish banisters draped across every doorway. Two long sets of stairs wound down from entrance to the ballroom below where many people had gathered. Nara's smile reached all the way to her eyes.

Soft footsteps approached her from behind, and she could feel the curious eyes of another lingering on her. She turned around, smiling at a young gentleman who had approached her. "Hello." She said softly, curtsying politely. While she didn't know who he was, introductions seemed painfully formal... There was a strange familiarity about him. "Pardon me, but... Have we met?" Curiosity lingered on her lips.

Just then another gentleman passed by, glancing at her with a smile and a soft word as he passed. "Oh, good evening." Nara murmured gently. I am quite certain I know him as well. Perhaps I know all of these people...

Before she wandered too deeply in thought, she turned back to the person she spoke to before, hoping that she wasn't keeping him waiting or uncomfortable. "Excuse my... Awkwardness." A rosy blush formed beneath her mask. "I've never been to a ball before." She admitted with a shy smile. "My name is-"

"Madame Naraness!" A sprite buzzed by her, calling clearly so that it's voice could be heard across the entire ballroom.

Sighing, Nara watched the iridescent pixie go, and chuckled softly. "Nara. Just Nara."

[SherbetTurtle]

Sherby stood at the top of the stairs, squealing in delight as she watched all the fancy people in fancy outfits saunter by. Just a few minutes ago she'd been at home, she'd checked her inbox, seen the PM, clicked on it and in seconds of reading it she was here in one of the most beautiful dresses she'd ever seen. The excitement was building up, just don't embarrass yourself today! she thought to herself. Luckily, she was wearing stable flats, at least that reduced the risk of her falling over on teetering heels...
She was announced by the pixie and decided that a masquerade ball with the usernames was a bit strange, but she didn't mind, she just wanted to have a bit of fun. Remember don't eat all the snacks! And be nice to everyone, don't just shy away! She thought as she made her way down the stairs, looking around to see if she could possibly recognise anyone here.

[Griff]

Griffin peeked her head into the ball room, ashamed she ha arrived late. Her alarm clock broke, and she overslept. She'd previously received an invitation to this elegant affair, and she was glad she did. It was beautiful! She'd never seen so many people in one place. She instantly knew the first thing she had to do.

Find the prettiest girl here.

While she was looking around the ballroom, her eyes saw a pretty Asian girl, in an absolutely stunning black dress. She seemed to be having trouble with her heels. Losing all sense of shyness, Griffin walked up to her, smiled, and said, "Hi, my name's Griffin. I understand if girls aren't your type, but would you like to be my date at this elegant affair? It can be completely platonic if that suits your fancy."

[Craze]

An impressed whistle escaped Craze's lips as he laid eyes on the castle before him. Wandering closer to the castle in the skies he couldn't help but wonder - who funded all this? Never the less, he loved a party, especially if it was one where your identity was hidden. Like a guessing game, he figured. This was going to be great.

Walking past a window, Craze took the time to take a look at himself. Haven't seen my date yet, anyway. He wore something fancy alright, though still fairly casual. A white shirt, a black waistcoat and ditto-coloured pants to match. He rolled up the sleeves of the shirt until they met his elbows; he always did this, it made him feel more comfortable. Not to mention it'd make his arms look sexy as hell.

He laid eyes on his reflection's mask and couldn't help but chuckle. It was perfect. And yet, compared to all the other masks, he seemed to be the oddbird here. He shrugged. It suited him perfectly and he didn't care if it was going to give away his identity. "Something's missing, though..." he mumbled to himself as he looked at his outfit in the window.

It was then that his eyes moved towards the belt of one of the guests, which had a kind of purple-like sash bound to it. Craze grinned - though no one would see that, of course. If anything, they'd only see the sparkle in his eyes. With one swift move he nabbed the sash straight from the guest's belt and used it to tie himself a tie. "There," he muttered as he proudly tightened the tie, "Fancy as duck."

With still no sight of his date, Craze decided to remain outside - mingle with the guests a bit before heading into the party itself, maybe. I hope she's not tall. he thought to himself. He was roughly 5'9'', and was overall considered to be a short fella. The last time he had danced with a girl she was half a head taller than he was, which had been kind of awkward.

[Merry]

is he here? he has to be... Everyone was invited. How will I know it's ... him? she thought to herself, biting her lip in a slight display of uncharacteristic nervousness.

So many people wandering about. So many beautiful people and masks It was really going to be so much fun. How could it not be? After all this was a really BIG deal. RPA's 8 year, 8 fabulous amazing years of celebration. It wouldn't do to just blow it, now would it? she mused wandering a little bit through the grass. She really did hope the turnout would be as anticipated. Eli had worked so hard on this whole event.

Her hands slid down, smoothing her dress down, for what felt like the millionth time. Not that it needed it, it was very sparkly and shimmered in any light. The black melting into the diamonds and the fabric soft to the touch. Taking a deep breath she gazed around and then she spotted him. A small smile crept to her lips, and her eyes couldn't help but twinkle in amusement. He always did have a flair for the dramatic, and it appeared that this event would be no different. It was comforting in a sense, and she let out a small breath that she hadn't really realized she had been holding onto.

Moving to step beside him, she slid her arm through his, interested to see that they were exactly the same height.

She leaned close whispering. "nice touch, with the purple tie good sir" unable to stop the smirk from reaching her lips.

[Arthera]

She blinked once, twice, then rubbed her eyes to make sure it wasn't cleaning vapors doing tricks.

Did she just sleep through the months separating her from the office Christmas party? Even then, as ostentatious as they were at times with the themes, none were THIS nice. Certainly no castles in the city or nearby, and she'd recall the expense of a plane to go visit a real one! And this DRESS. Wow. She didn't own a dress this stylish. She had a lot, but never quite got around to buying one with this type of cut, style and texture. She had something kinda close to this, years back, for a LARP vampire stint, but nowhere near close to this quality. It fit her perfectly, hugged where it should, yielded where she needed it to, it felt like a caress against her skin and the colors were just so rich. Grabbing the fabric gently around her hips, Arielle spun around briefly, grinning from ear to ear, heels clicking against the hard ground. She felt like a fairy tale princess.

Must be a dream then.

But everything felt so real. The cloth in her hands, the sound and feel of heels on her feet, the breeze against her neck. Whereas moments before she was in her new place, finishing up setting curtains and not nearly as well dressed.

Deciding to roll with things for now, Arielle made her way towards the castle, crossing a few other people she didn't recognize, mostly because she didn't visually recognize them, partly because of the masks they wore. She reached for her own face then and felt the lightest fabric covering parts of it, replacing the regular feel of her eyeglasses. Another giggle escaped her throat before moving on with an extra spring in her step. When she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the many shiny reflective surfaces hear the castle's entrance, she saw her hair all done up, touches of makeup and lipstick all perfectly applied. The dress looked even better than she at first considered. The embroidery, the materials and stitching... Arielle had to stop herself from hopping up and down and squeal like a schoolgirl.

"Roll with it Ari, roll with it!" she thought to herself, still feeling the warm fuzzies inside.

At the majestic doorway, she was met by a diminutive girl, child or otherwise. The girl smiled, twirled her ornate metal stick with great prowess and tapped it three times against the marbled floor to make a very noticeable sound that echoed in the grand hallway beyond.

"Presenting the arrival of Lady Arielle Therah, called Arthera by present peers." she said in a loud voice, then leaned in towards Arielle and grinned. "Go right in Arielle, have fun at the RPA ball." the girl added in a hushed tone with added wink.

The RPA ball?!? The leading silly gooses at the RPA managed all of this? Arielle let out a hearty, if brief, laugh when she heard this. Taking her best effort to make a proper curtsy, Arielle made her way inside the castle and into the grand hallway, seeing yet more people gathering and likewise eyeing the grandeur displayed before them. This would be quite the surprise to cap off her day. Hell, this would cap off quite a lot of events in recent memory!

[Dire Hoef]

Did I Really Just End Up At A Castle? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0D_03eDsYZY)


'Seriously... Did I just really end up at a castle in the middle of the bloody clouds?'

Obviously not in the mood for any sort of small talk, Hoefian - or Hoef - scaled the steps of the majestic architecture. He had not, once, noticed he was wearing some formal wear. But until he reached the top of the steps he found himself fingering his clothing. He then realized he was wearing something formal and to put the icing on the cake, he was wearing a mask that he was not familiar with.

'Seriously people... I was enjoying some bloody Doritos! Where the hell am I!?'

That... Was the least of his troubles... Because a pixie, a fairy, a sprite, or whatever the hell it was announced his presence to the whole damn party. The feminine voice boomed with general excitement, "The Onion has arrive! Hoef is here!" Hoef shrunk his shoulders down to avoid being seen. He would scoot along as though that whole sequence was simply a dream to forget. Hoef was not, necessarily, in the mood for a party. But since he was here, and it seems like he was going to be here for a while, he might as well make the best of it.

'I seriously made up that name as a joke... But whatever floats their boat I guess...'

Silent he was. He simply didn't like the whole masquerade scene with all these people. Matter of fact, who were these people? Hoef wanted to know who these people were, but seeing as they were all wearing masks made it kind of hard to distinguish faces. He would have to rely on voices, body-language, and the like in order to successfully distinguish people. And what made it even worse was the fact that he was alone. Serah. He surely missed her presence. Only more so that she was occupied with other things. She was going to be his Mrs. in the coming years, and so it would feel right that they could cherish the time of teenage freedom. True love it was.

Hoef sighed as those thoughts came with the sense of loneliness. He would - eventually - hang out near the entrance - without a second thought - watching the other invitees pour in every now and again.

[Toon Yoshi]

He was sitting in a car, on his phone after a long day of being a Yoshi. At least, that's what he was doing. That's when he noticed a notification. Ooh, did I get another Visitor Message? He thought as he clicked it. It said: 1 Private Message. He clicked text. The list of Los from the past were listed along with: The Masquerade? He clicked that text, and was greeted with a nicely made invite to what read as a masquerade ball. An image flashed to mind of the similar event in Romeo and Juliet, and before he knew it, his mind wandered too far. He opened his eyes, and saw the sky. It was beautiful, especially along with the sunset. Then he turned, and saw the largest and most extravagant building he ever saw. His mouth gaped. Then he noticed the suit. It was amazing. He pinched himself, if this wasn't a-- He felt pain, which proved it was all real, then headed up an endless corridor of steps (or so it seemed) as he had saw others do. It was all very pretty, so he took it slowly. He then entered the great ballroom, since it had to be a ballroom because ithhad foods he couldn't even think of naming on the sides along with a hopefully bowl of punch. He entered the room as his name was called out. "Toon Yoshi" What the-- How do they know my... eh... I don't wanna know. The next thing he noticed was how most of the others wore black, white, red, and blue while he wore... the most amazing ensemble of clothes a Yoshi could want. He decided that unless something were to happen, he'd sit by the punch bowl, though, since he didn't recognize anybody there.

[Liono]

Onyx looked around the party again, watching. Am I supposed to have a date? He really didn't know. Onyx saw some people already had a date, and some just hanged around the wall. He didn't want to just pick someone off and dance. That would've been weird. But, there were many people not paired. Who here can be my prince charming? He was just joking with himself. He went over to the table and grabbed himself a sandwich.

Onyx went outside to enjoy his snack. He looked out at the beautiful sunset, the fluffy clouds, he could see a few birds in the distance. Onyx leaned on the edge, looking down at the abyss below. "What happens if I...?" He threw a piece of the sandwich.

[Lorne Archer]

Lorne was getting ready to create a new thread. He had everything planned out. The theme, the plot, even the name! Lorne was about to click the button when he received a notification. The boy didn't know who it could be. As far as he knew, the only private messages he got were questions about his last rp which he held. What was this? He moved his mouse slowly towards the notifications and clicked on it. Sure enough, it was a pm. He read the title. Masquerade? What masquerade? Intrigued, he clicked the message and began reading. As he read, he realised he was invited to go to a ball. Lorne never went to dances like this, so he wasn't planing on going. However, he couldn't help it. His room began to change. First, it got colder, as if he was letting in the air. Then, it got darker. Lorne's light had disappeared. How? What was happening? Magic wasn't real. There was no way this could be happening. It's a dream. It's all a dream. I have to wake up. Then, the confused male slapped himself on the cheek, leaving a read mark. He looked around to see the results. Nothing had changed. It was still transforming. Not a dream?!? Then, what's happening? As if the world wanted him to know the answer, a castle appeared in the sky. Okay, that can't be real. Another slap? Yeah, that should wake me up. Lorne slapped himself on his left cheek this time, leaving another red mark. It should be gone now...right? The red checked boy looked back towards the castle. It was still there, staring at Lorne. You've got to be kidding me... Lorne blinked and he was....somewhere else.

What the hell is happening? I'm not even... Lorne looked down and saw he was dressed up in some of his best clothes. I stand corrected. He then realised he was holding something. A mask. A rather strange mask. He looked at it more and noticed it had small fangs. Wait, this is the masquerade. Why am I at the masquerade! With a sigh, Lorne put on the mask and looked at the others who were there. Who are they? Other members? No, that would be strange. This whole thing is strange! Reluctantly, he put on his mask. He took a step forward and walked into a floating globe. This has to be a dream. The only places these things are in are fairy tales. How are they here? How am I here? Lorne looked closer and saw more around each guest. They were common here. Some circled around people alone and some around couples. Couples? How could they have planned for this? It was so random. No one in there right mind could know that this was going to happen. How did they get people to even think this was going to happen? Lorne's mind hurt as he tried to think for an explanation. May as well go inside and look around. His cheeks still red from slapping himself, he walked towards the entrance.

If there was a reason to call the entrance grand, it was this. Right in the centre of it, one huge staircase split apart at the top to make two smaller ones. Candles were lit everywhere to create the light in which made this room visible. The second floor had pillars on to support the roof. And the roof. The roof was a massive dome. It was the perfect entrance. The only thing that made it bad, was the consonant talking that the other guests were doing. Everywhere you went, you would hear people talking. If it was only a few guests it would have been fine. But there was about seventy, all dressed up and ready to make him deaf.One of the many reasons why I don't come to these events. As he thought that, a weird looking person said his name. She wasn't human, but had the features of one. And she spoke with a sort of gurgle in the back of her throat. The girl said his name out loud and told him to go to the ball room. How is this not a dream? Slowly, he walked up the stair case and through a hall. He walked for a good five minutes before finding a massive open door leading into the ball room. Lorne gulped at the sight of the room. It was so big! Bigger then his hole house! Why did anyone need a room this big? It was so big, there was stair cases in the room which only took up a quarter of the space. Why?

Lorne walked in and looked at the people already inside. He didn't dare go down the stairs. Instead he looked at the room in more detail. Over to the left, a table of food. To the right, another table. On the ceiling, the lights seemed to dance with the people on the floor. They seemed to move at the same time, as if each light represented one of the guests. He looked closer at the floor and saw some floating trays carrying food. This isn't a dream? The floating trays weaved through the dancers, keeping the food and drink perfectly on, without spillage. Someone set this up. Someone invited me. I have one question for both of those statements...why? Lorne continued to watch the magic happen from above the staircase. He found himself debating if he should go down a few times, but never actually did. He would just embarrass himself if he did. He couldn't dance. He didn't have a partner. Why was he here. He should just leave. But he had the feeling he couldn't. Lorne was on a floating castle, no where near his home. How could he get to his house if he didn't know where he was. Looking back, he realised it was his fault. He had to read the message. He was such an idiot...

[DCaesar of Wakanda]

DC was eating his sandwich and not even paying attention to anything until a girl bumped into him. It startled him a little, he turned to look at her. Sizing her up DC concluded that someone definitely liked the food here. When asked where he had gotten the sandwich from, he pointed to the spot on the table where he had gotten his from. Seeing her, - probably coming out of some sort of self-induced trance- apologize for it, DC could only smile a bit.

"It's alright, it wasn't that weird. The food here's great.." He responded kindly. It really wasn't, the place was 'enchanting'. So, it would only make sense for the food to be enchanting as well. Still though, he wondered just how exactly he was brought here. He didn't believe in magic, (like the song) yet everything here defied all knowlege and logic in the world that he had come from, the Real World.

DC wondered if he had been drugged by someone or something, he did try a red bull before he came here. Damnit! The energy drink probably gave him wings and flew him up here or something like that. That was absurd but was oddly more plausible to him than just teleporting here. He knew that he shouldn't have done that..

..Actually, he quite honestly thought that it would be pretty funny if that was what really happened. It would definitely be something that he would tell his sister. Wait a minute. Would he actually be able to go back home? Would he even see his beloved little niece again? All this was doing was bringing more and more questions to his head. 'Hey, stay focused. Stick to positives. This looks like it'd probably turn out to be a pretty fun party...right?

[Craze]

He felt an arm brush up against him and hook in with his. He flinched in surprise briefly, but chuckled once he saw that it was her. His date, the one and only. The thought of having someone of such high stature as a date made him slightly anxious, though it was an absolute honor. He smiled at her, though, she would only see the ever-present grin on his mask.
"It is, isn't it?" he whispered back, glaring at the guests that passed by. "After all, purple's my color." he was proud of the British accent that escaped his lips - he was still working on it, but it was definitively getting there.

"If I may be so bold," he continued, now turning to face his companion. "You look absolutely stunning." it was a relief to him that she and he were about the same height - that didn't occur much. It would certainly make the dancing much easier. Craze took the initiative of stepping forwards and heading for the castle. "Shall we?"

As they entered, Craze took her hand and lifted it up as if he was presenting her. Then he made a gracious bow and the sprite next to the entrance exclaimed:

"Presenting Lady Maeve, Admin of Awesome and Staff of RPA, accompanied by Sir Craze, the Clown Prince of Crime!"

[spooky]

Upon hearing this voice, I jump and yelp in surprise. Who is that? Straightening myself up and clearing my throat-there was nothing I could do with the burning redness of my cheeks- I turn around, and see a beautiful woman with a pixie cut. Oh, she said her name was Griffin.

"Oh, hi! I'm.. erm... Violet Spook," the name blurted out of my mouth. My username on RPA is Spooky, but the name Violet sounded right in my mind.

Platonic partners? Date? "Yes, let's be partners tonight, Griffin," I say eagerly with a bright smile. "You look marvelous tonight. Did you see that trouble with my heels? Oh gosh, haha!" I giggle shyly, touching my neck and feeling that lacy texture that I've come to adore.

[Price]

Masks. Such an antiquated and childish interest for Price to have at face value, and yet an interest it was. Perhaps his little fetish was silly and ridiculous to the common observer, but Price would argue that nothing beats a mask. It was quite ironic actually. Price felt he could be himself more freely now that he wasn’t recognized as himself. Gone were the expectations of the carefully groomed personality cultivated over years in the community. Now, he could show off the person that he had become....the person he was when he wasn’t hiding behind normalcy. The grandest liberty of all was that there would be no worry of rejection. If his true self winded up being hated, his mask would conceal his identity.

Only moments before, Price had been on his computer slaving away on some posts in one tab and watching Markiplier getting shit scared from Five Nights at Freddy’s 4 in the second tab. Now....now he had been transported. There was no computer, no posts, no Markiplier....only a magnificent and magical site to behold. A splendid castle towered above him prompting the young man to look from side to side seeing that he was in good company. Lots of confused individuals dressed in glorious, gallant ballroom attire. He noticed that each of them were also wearing masks. This must be the RPA’s Masquerade. Price deduced. It was only now that he realized he was in the sky. Such a beautiful scene surrounding him must have been created by the imagination of the most beautiful mind. Price made a mental note to compliment this mind at the first chance he received. With his confusion relieved and his curiosity peaked, Price entered the opened doors.

The lavish exterior was surprisingly surpassed by a splendidly divine interior. Feeling massively out of place, Price looked down at himself and realized he too was dressed in high class clothing suitable for this event. Gone were his t-shirt and red basketball shorts. They were replaced by a regal gentleman’s suit coat and tie and matching trousers. A smirk adorned his face recognizing his pristine silver mask. His messy brown hair had fixed itself into a short, straight style. Up the stairs he went admiring all the pretty people that he was surrounded by. In a sort of bashful trance, the out of place Price heard his name called by a beautiful sprite. “Sir Price!” The voice was honey sweet and soul soothing putting him instantly at ease. Price couldn’t help but smile as he performed a gentleman’s bow before the sprite. “Just Price, please." The angelic creature smiled and flew off to greet the other guests. Price allowed his pocket watch trinket to dangle from his coat pocket as to alert his date, Miss Queen, to his identity. Hmm...I don’t see her, but there is no harm in mingling until she arrives. Price stood by searching for someone with whom to interact.

[Toon Yoshi]

Toon looked around, filled a cup with punch, then decided that he'd better do something. Dancing? Hell no, even though my sister can dance, I never will. Find a date? I could hardly recognize anybody, especially with the masks. Though some aren't too bad. What does my mask look like? Hopefully it matches the theme of my outfit. Maybe he could play DJ? Or... he decided to walk around a bit. Toon walked around the interior, studying the horses all along the walls. "Meh, I prefer canines." He stopped walking, because if he didn't he'd bump into someone surely, since this place could probably not be anymore cliché. "But seriously, why horses?"

[Tatsuke]

Feeling awkward and out of place, Tatsuke slowly headed to the snack table. Looking around on the table she noticed a few things that were all so familiar to her. She smiled at the site and quickly took some before retreating back to the wall to eat. Now behind the table of snacks she wondered where the guest of honor was. Were they going to make a grand entrance?

'Oh no I didn't need a date did I?' Tatsuke thought on this a little trying to remember the invitation, 'No pretty sure it didn't say anything about having to bring a date, that is kind of a relief..'

Eating her favorite straw berry yogurt pocky sticks. She looked around the room. Eating wasn't helping her, feeling nerves and really out of place. It seemed a few knew who their dates were which was expected if they knew each other in the real world. Shrugging she looked down at the pocky stick she'd been nibbling on before finishing it and working on another.

The decor was amazing, and she wondered if someone actually lived here. If so where were they? Shaking her head of such thoughts she looked around as a few started talking around the walls, others still seemed out of place like her, 'At least I'm not completely alone in feeling weird to these..'

[Liono]

Onyx watched the bread fall down through the clouds, never to be seen again. "Hey!" a sprite next to him said. "Stop doing that!" Onyx yelled in surprised. "You dropped your sandwich," she said, putting everything back on his plate. What happens if I...? "Hey, fairy." "What? And I'm not a fairy, I'm a sprite!" "No difference, anyway, how strong are you sprites?" Onyx asked. "We're super strong!" she answered back. "Well, then, what if I do this?" Onyx threw himself off the railing. "What are you doing?!" the fairy yelled out.

I'm taking a risk... He was going to hit the ground sometime. Suddenly, a white light flashed, causing Onyx to shield his eyes. When he took his hands away, Onyx was standing back behind the railing. "Just like I thought. The Staff wouldn't let anyone jump off." "You idiotic...!" "What, fairy? It really didn't matter, did it?" "It did matter! It did!" "Really?" Onyx said before going inside the castle again.

[Storm]

Nick is out walking his dog on just another warm summer day. The pace is rather quick as the cloudless day brings the sun bearing down on the two.
“That’s okay sweetie, we’re almost home.” Offerd to Cocoa, his cocker spaniel, as they take the front steps two at a time.

The brisk cool is a welcome relief from the hot and humid day as they enter the front door. Nick crouches removing the leash running his hand down Cocoa’s head.
“Good girl, go get a drink” watching as his dog trots over to her water bowl. Nick proceeds back to the computer refreshing the RPA screen.

“Private mail…. Wonder if this years Rumble is done… or perhaps this is for the annual award announcement…” taking a moment to glance back to Cocoa as she is slowly approaching, a low growl from her breath.

As he clicks the PM, at the same time opens the side drawer of his desk clicking the safety off his glock as Cocoa seems alerting to something out of the ordinary.
“What is it girl?” glancing momentarily to the open PM.

‘Invitation to a masquerade ball?...’ drifts through his mind as his surrounding become cloudy, almost misty. A moment later his eyes readjust focusing upon the rather grand Castle before him.
Lets out a slight laugh “Well, at least they didn’t teleport me to the Fortress of Doom, though Kris’ pasta would not be bad right now.”
Nope, nothing on RPA really surprises him anymore. He takes a moment to survey his formal attire as a smile forms across his lips “Yep, nicely done, I couldn’t have selected a better outfit myself.”

As Nick is about ready to set off for the Castle, a squeaky voice calls out
“Your highness, what are you doing here?” as he looks down at several Recon Squirrels. Biting his bottom lip he quickly looks to his own backside thinking ‘Oh, they SO better not have given me a TAIL!’ before letting out a sigh of relief not seeing a tail.

“Look guys, I’m just here for the Masquerade Ball, we’ll discuss invasion plans later.”

The closest Squirrel has a gleeful expression as it squeaks “Will there be cookies there?”

Nick can’t help but to laugh “I doubt it, now head back to HQ and I’ll send you instructions when I’m back at my computer.”

As the Squirrels scurry off, he starts back toward the Castle thinking ‘Well, they just actually might have cookies, but don’t recall my Squirrels being included on the invite.’

As Nick enters the front gate of the Palace and starts down the marble corridor, steps into the main ball room looking down upon the ball room floor examining each of the guests whom have already arrived. As Sprite approaches, hands her his invitation.
“Sir Nicholas Storm, Commander of the Squirrel Forces of RPALandia” is announced as he starts down the marble steps.

Closes his eyes softly shaking his head ‘Great, now they really ARE going to be putting the cookies away.’

As he gets to the bottom landing, casts a brief look upon the other guests to see if her Highness, Mistress Kris, has yet to arrive. Though a ball, he still wants to know her plans upon rebuilding the Fortress of Doom and when there will be more Kristures deployed into PictureThreadia4.

Moves farther into the main ball room getting a cup of punch carefully sipping it. Smiles again ‘Good, too early for anyone to have spiked it…’ glancing about the various guests ‘…Yet…’

Moves back toward the landing of the grand stair case awaiting the arrival of the Hostess of this wondrous celebration. After all, it would go against his chivalry to partake in this event prior to the ever so lovely hostess officially opening this celebratory ball of all RPAlandias accomplishments.

[DCaesar of Wakanda]

DC stood kind of awkwardly by the table, shifting his feet as he was still unsure what to do with himself. Then he began to hear announcments of people by the sprites.
"Presenting Lady Maeve, Admin of Awesome and Staff of RPA, accompanied by Sir Craze, the Clown Prince of Crime!" Wait. Did that spirte just say "Staff of RPA"? So that's what's going on?! Awesome! Now he may finally meet some of the people that he had only seen behind an avatar on the screen. That being the case, DC wondered who it was that just bumped into him, he was going to ask but decided against it.

She seemed to be kinda busy eating...his eyes drifted before seeing a guy(Price) standing by himself. He seemed like he needed something to do as well, so DC decided to break his secretive nature and go say hello. DC walked over to the guy. "What's up? Other than this castle..." DC asked.

[Kicks]

Kicks moved her mouth to the side. She had seen something she didn't necessarily like. Did someone just throw themselves off the castle? Now what point was there in that? Didn't they know this was a party! Eli had worked hard on the masquerade so that people could enjoy themselves! Sure... transporting them away from their computer was kind of freaky. But to throw themselves off the castle?!

Kicks gathered up her dress into her hands and swept across the room.

In her head, she was playing the theme song to Jaws. As she approached the stranger she was trying to imagine what she was going to say. But even as a greenie, she had no idea what there was to say. It just wasn't safe what they had done!

Kicks stopped abruptly in front of the careless stranger. She puffed herself up like Tinkerbell did just before she got after Peter Pan or Wendy.

"What was that?!" She exclaimed breathlessly. "It's dangerous to throw yourself off like that! You don't know what could have happened!"

[Liono]

"It's dangerous to throw yourself off like that! You don't know what could have happened!" a woman that came up to him said. "Actually, I could," Onyx said back.

"For one thing, the fairies take care of what you need. Go and say you're thirsty." he said.

"I threw a piece of my sandwich off the edge, and a sprite put it back on my plate." Really, they take care of everything.

"Besides, I'm sure the Staff wouldn't let anybody kill themselves. I was just doing a test."

[Vanity&Ecstasy]

Better late than never, that was Van's motto as he pulled into the round-about of the castle. From his location he could had a grand view of the castle, the lights pouring through the windows illuminating the darkening world outside.

With careful steps Van moved from his vehicle and approached the welcoming fortress though from the edge of his peripheral a strange shadow had fallen from a high balcony and landed somewhere around the side of the castle from his location. While it was proper to enter through the front Van's curiosity had gotten the better of him and he needed to investigate this strange phenomena.

Rounding the castle's exterior Van found himself approaching two figures, one female and one male, the female wore a familiar dress and mask that Van had seen only once after invitations had been sent out. The female was obviously Kicks, but what was she doing out here with this man. Had he been the shadow that fell from the balcony? If so it was quite a feat that he was still alive.

"I was led to believe this was a Masquerade, but it seems like you may have been trying to turn this fun party into something of a murder mystery," Van spoke up, his voice level and inquisitive as to the man's intentions.

[Kicks]

Did he just...? Did he just...? Try to justify his reasoning? Was he that bored?

Kicks took a deep breath in.

But before she could tell him that she was not pleased by the abuse of the sprites, nor the testing of the staff, some stranger waltzed on up and spoke something so... hilarious she was cut off by her own laughter before she could tell the stranger to just have fun.

Dang it! She was trying to be serious! But now she was laughing! Gosh dang it! Her serious demeanor had been broken!

Now she was going to have to get after this guy too.

Kicks whirled around on her shoes that were supposed to make her look taller- a failure. She barely reached the guy's chest.

"Hey!" She began in between laughs. It was so hard to glare when she was laughing. She didn't even know what she was going to say. Don't make her laugh?! What a ridiculous proclamation! And she was much too caught up in the moment to even recognize the voice as familiar.

[Liono]

Onyx could tell the person in front of him was about retort to his actions, maybe go on a rant. But that was before a very tall man came up to them and said something. Something that made the woman laugh very hard. Onyx didn't think it was funny at all, but everyone had different tastes in humor. Uh... Should I go? He probably should. "I'll leave her to you," he said to the man, and walked off to explore the castle more. It seems he's the only one that wanted to know how this place worked.

[Vanity&Ecstasy]

Before he could get an answer from the man, the woman had begun laughing. What had been so funny that had made her lose her composure in such a way? Surely it wasn't anything Van had said. "Are you okay," he asked, concern coloring his tone.

Before she could reply though the man she had been questioning had gave Van "ownership" of the situation with her and walked away. Well so much for finding out what the man's intentions had been. Watching him go briefly Van turned back to the woman glancing down at the blonde crown of her head and gave her a faint smile. "Hey to you, and what did your investigation of this man turn up," he asked, curious if before her fit of laughter she had been able to get anything more out of the man than he had.

[Maya]

Maya was a tad bit apprehensive about attending the ball. There were so few people she knew and the girl had a tendency to be on the shy side until getting comfortable. Heading into the ballroom, her name was told aloud to announce her arrival. There was no way she'd scan the room to see if anyone bothered to notice her. Because, if they didn't..well, that'd be embarrassing. If they did and came up to talk to her, those lips may forget how to form words for a moment.

Thankfully, she didn't trip over the gown. So many had traditional, grand dresses, where hers was more modest; but, easier to dance to. Having tried the poofy ones for other occasions, it was easier to just keep it simple this time.

Now, wallflowers like the wall. So, it was no wonder she'd tend to weave through the ever growing crowd in search of one to lean on. With that mask fully in place, even those who knew her likely wouldn't recognize her. Made it easier to take a glass of champagne, one single strawberry and just watch the show. For now, anyway.

[Kicks]

Kicks popped an eyebrow up. What?! Was she just brushed aside? Were her comments just rejected? But... but...! And being left to someone! She was not a car! She did not need an escort nor a chaperon! She needed this guy to have fun! And to enjoy what the staff had set up!

At last, the people of RPA had come together... and all this guy wanted to do was test the limits, and not enjoy himself! He could be mingling and meeting the people!

"Wait!" She made the attempt to call out. She was going to completely quote "Taken". She was going to pretend her fingers were guns, and then go "pew pew pew I shot you with the fun serum!"
She could tackle him...

Ugh. That irked her. She was not an item to be handed off! No! She was a woman! A woman with some serious words for him!

"JUST HAVE FUN-!" She screamed but she was quickly cut off when Mr. Chuckles asked his question.

"I have discovered!" She began ever so boldly, "That I do not like being handed off! Who knew?" She rose her hands up like it was a total mystery to her.

"And also!" She added in the same voice. Now she was pointing her finger out, "This place is awesome!"

[Arthera]

Arielle had seen the man throw the sandwich off the railing before attempting the feat himself. A tad drastic to prove a theory, all things considered, but then again she didn't know most of these RPA people. Despite the steady stream of names being called, not one of them rang a bell. She was horrible with names, she required those thumbnails most of the time to recall who was who. And there seemd to be real names, forum nicknames and amalgamations thrown into the lot. She moved slightly to intercept him before he got too far away.

"I don't think someone who can magically teleport all of us from where we were and create a floating castle is to be messed with." she said to the couragous man leaving the edge, and crowd.

"I understand the need to know the rules as they are, but I rather keep the cheerful feeling up for a bit longer and not tick off whichever admin found a genie in a bottle quite yet. Hopefully it won't turn into a house of horrors thing, RPA has a lot of those going on at any time. If I find anything I'll let you know, but my understanding of magic able to do all this..." she waved a hand around at her surroundings. "...is sadly quite lacking. Still, have a good...evening? Hard to say."

She gave another curtsy, more fluidly this time around, a genuine smile and left the man to his wandering and thoughts, she didn't wish to pester him or rebuke his efforts despite how extreme they seemed to her. The man had a point, all this was extremely strange and frightening when you got down to the core of it. It just didn't feel like it was done with malicious intent or anything more than a sudden fancy to celebrate a website's anniversary.

Arielle would still keep an eye out for a fairy-sprite-midget-genie suddenly trying to eat someone. In the meantime, she would flit about smiling, nodding and doing curtsies until the hostess showed up, or when the doors closed, or some kind of sign that things are going to start and that invitees were all present.

Maybe grab a bite to eat, the few plates of food people carried from further inside seemed to be full of very tasty-looking food.

[KodaStar]

KodaStar was sitting on her computer in bed trying to relax after a long weekend and found an invite to RPA's 8th year and a masquerade ball. Suddenly everything around her melted away and she was standing outside a castle. "Woah." She blinked and felt something wired in her eyes. "Am I wearing... contacts?" She asked herself as she reached up to touch her glasses and found a mask instead. "HUH?" she took a step toward a window and saw herself in a gorgeous blue dress and beautiful mask. She let out a little squeak of surprise. A smile on her face grew into a giant grin. She always wanted to wear a dress like this. She blinked a few times and the contacts didn't really seem to bother her so much anymore, she didn't have to put them in herself so it wasn't so bad. Plus she wouldn't be able to wear her glasses with this mask anyway. She spun around really fast to feel her dress float around her. As she spun she saw beautiful colors behind her. She stopped looking at the castle again then turned to see... clouds? She stepped forward, the colors were amazing but... she looked down at the clouds and felt sick and terrified. She quickly stepped back almost tripping on her dress. "Very high." She choked.
Suddenly a very pretty creature appeared beside her and took her arm. "It is okay. Come inside and you won't feel the height." It spoke sweetly. She nodded and followed the creature gently clutching it's hand. "I am a sprite." It told her. "Welcome to the ball." The sprite led her to some magnificent stairs that made her think of Hogwarts. She started to get really excited. She tripped a few times going up the stairs with the long dress and the heels.
"Ugh" The only bad part about this was the heels. As they got to the top of the stairs and went through some doors and got to the top of more stairs to walk down the Sprite yelled to the whole room.
"KodaStar!" She looked around the room at all the different people.
"From RPA?"
"Yes they are all from RPA." The sprite said. She looked down at the floor and saw the lights reflect and it made the floor look like it was sparkling. She stared and smiled all thoughts of floating in the clouds dissipated. She focused really hard as she slowly descended the stairs trying not to trip and look like an idiot. She looked and wondered if anyone she knew was there and got excited at the thought of meeting them. She got to the bottom of the steps and smiled as she looked around and slowly just started to wander.

[Tatsuke]

Finishing her strawberry pocky she decided to head over to the bar. She ignored any looks she got, she looked young to young. She was always classified as eighteen or so and was always carded. In some ways it might have been a good thing to be so young looking. But for her it was really irritating. So sitting down on a stool, making sure her black dress didn't get caught. That would be embarrassing. She looked over to the bar, and ordered herself a red bull just a normal red bull drink. Something to keep her awake and hopefully break the ice around her mind. Hoping to gain the courage to actually talk at something like this versus just being shy all night long. Being shy sucked. She laughed a little as the bar tender soon gave her her drink.

'I suppose it's to late to just leave, might as well face the music,' She looked over the people with the masks on and their fancy dresses. Here she was in a plain no interest black dress with her plain silk purple fabric mask. It shined though and that's what she had loved about it. No one here knew her, though she didn't really know anyone here. Only being apart of RPA for a few months, she'd been lurking on a few forums but never really engaged in much conversation. Now Tats was thinking she might have wished she had.

There seemed to be another person at the bar but she really didn't pay them much attention. She needed to get the courage to speak. Her voice always failed her, and her palms would get sweaty at such things. The thing of being so nervous.

[Vanity&Ecstasy]

That was a bold discovery. It was true that the man had just given ownership of the situation and Kicks when he walked away, but Kicks had never been anything that was unmanageable in the first place. She was her own person and was just looking to have a good time and for others to also enjoy the fun. "Well, I do apologize for his actions, but don't let it get you down, you should be having fun yourself and should a situation arise well the all knowing Staff shall step in," he explained, a chipper tone to his words.

Following her finger Van examined the castle and agreed it was a beautiful decor. Everything had been put in place and the atmosphere was starting to pick up as more and more guests arrived to partake in the festivities. Glancing back down to Kicks, Van extended a bent arm and in asked, "Would you care to walk around with me?"

[Liono]

He looked around the castle again. There was no way it was just the ballroom, right? Isn't there a kitchen? A bathroom? Maybe the King and Queen's bedroom? You don't build a castle in the sky for dancing. People have other needs, not just social life. Besides, he didn't have a date here, man or woman. Onyx didn't feel like mingling with other people, he was an introvert in every sense.

Another woman came up to him. "I understand the need to know the rules as they are, but I rather keep the cheerful feeling up for a bit longer and not tick off whichever admin found a genie in a bottle quite yet." "Please, I do this so I can bend them." Onyx said. "You need to know the rules so you can twist the rules. Testing is just the fun of it all." "Hopefully it won't turn into a house of horrors thing, RPA has a lot of those going on at any time," the woman said. "If I find anything I'll let you know, but my understanding of magic able to do all this..." she waved a hand around at her surroundings. "...is sadly quite lacking." "Magic makes it even more fun. Magic already glitches the rules, and bending the new ones... I hope to know more about this castle. And why it doesn't follow the rules in the first place." "Still, have a good...evening? Hard to say." "Good evening to you, too." He bowed and went on his way.

[Cosmic Avelyn]

Truthfully speaking, Avelyn had never attended a real masquerade. She never cared for social events. Why, then, was she attending this one? Why was she bothering now, of all times? Why bother allowing herself to be in a tuxedo - yes, a tuxedo; there was no one in this or any world capable of getting the Cosmic Witch into a blasted dress - and strange mask, and transported to this floating castle? The real reason: she was bored. She'd felt the teleportation magic coming, could've resisted it, but there was no real reason to do that. So she figured, why not? Why not allow herself to be taken on an adventure, just this once?

As she strode up the steps, she placed an idle hand on the mask fitted to her face, tracing its intricacies with a finger. Normally, she didn't like having things on her face, save for her hair. She didn't like the sensation. But... perhaps it was more magic, but this felt natural. Or perhaps she'd simply gotten used to it already. Who could say? She noted the mesh over her right eye. Good, something to keep her eye from casting its own magic on her friends. Otherwise, it'd be... well, embarrassing didn't even begin to describe it. Tossing her hair over that eye as an extra precaution, she made her way up to the top of the steps, where a strange being - a sprite? - was there to meet her.

"Avelyn Anmutig!" the fairy-like woman announced. A wave of mirth rushed through Avelyn, hearing her name called - that would never get old. Nodding to the sprite, she looked out at the ballroom, getting a feel for the crowd. She recognized a few faces, but how many of them recognized hers? She shook her head and readjusted her jacket, then made her way down the stairs, her gait smooth and her face neutral. As she walked, she cast a few glances around. The ballroom was grand, beautiful, and almost glowing with magic. Impressive, she thought. She wanted to meet the person capable of creating this. It seemed they had some secrets to share.

For now, however, it was time to mingle. Having made her way down to the bottom of the stairs, she strode out into the crowd, glancing at faces, nodding to those who'd acknowledged her. Where were the hors d'oeuvres? The champagne? She didn't need that sort of thing, but they'd be nice to have.

[Kicks]

Oh he was just adorable. At this sudden discovery she realized at long last, who this masked man was! She reared up to tackle him in a hug. But this was a formal event, she better not...

Regardless, before she could embark on said tackling, he was extending his arm like a Southern gentlemen. She had to laugh at the memory of the time she tricked him into thinking she was from the South. Although, she really shouldn't laugh at that because she didn't like lying and she felt bad about it.

"You mean...?" She began with a frown, "You're not going to carry me? Well, what kind of party is this?"

Kicks sighed jokingly, but grabbed his arm anyways.

[RedKayne]

"Introducing... Mr. Kayne R. Crimson!" the sprite shouted next to the young man as he entered the ballroom. "The Crimson Casanova!"

Kayne nearly faltered in his steps, he was caught off-guard that the sprite would say an obnoxious title like that out loud. It was an amusing title that he decided to choose as a member of the RPA website, but never would he imagined that choice would come back to haunt him today. Perhaps everybody in this room would think of him as a cocky young fool whose only intention was to play with the hearts of women.

He sighed a little inside, trying to shrug off over what just happened. Perhaps he was overthinking things, in fact, perhaps he just overreacted. It was a silly title, and nothing more. This was a formal dance, and Kayne should try and enjoy himself for once. He formed a small smile, looking at the crowd of people that already formed within. Many of the men and women were dressed in the finest outfits, interacting with each other and having a great time.

Kayne looked at his Air Force mess dress, feeling proud that his uniform was in tip-top condition. Usually, it would take him a couple of hours to iron everything, set up all the ribbons and metals, and polish up the shoes - the last part being the most time-consuming. Perhaps his uniform would make him stand out amongst the crowd, would he like the attention? Usually he was an introvert, but he supposed that one night he wouldn't mind it.

He walked through the crowd, deciding to grab himself a drink first. He suppose he could start off with a fruit punch first, and try out the liquor later. He took a sip from the red liquid within the dazzling glass cup, before leaning against the wall and observing everyone. He decided to glance to his left and right, noticing many other wallflowers standing up to the wall.

The nearest person he noticed was a young woman wearing a slim navy blue gown, which actually matched well with his own navy blue mess dress. He didn't recognize her due to the mask, but did felt like she seemed familiar. Maybe she might recognize him immediately due to his uniform, but who knows? And might as well strike up a conversation, right?

"It seems like you are enjoying yourself over there," Kayne spoke aloud to her, forming a small smile.

[SherbetTurtle]

Sherby looked around nervously. She'd been here for about a year, there must be someone she knew... Then again, she'd never seen someone's face, only interacted with them via text. She decided to grab a drink - she was too young for alcohol but she had no interest in it anyway. She ordered a simple lemonade and thanked the server pixie as she took it and took a sip. I wonder if they have tea here? She thought, looking around curiously. She really did like a good cup of tea. She noticed a girl sitting on a stool near by. Here's your chance to actually interact with someone.... she thought and so casually walked over, trying not to be awkward. "Hi, I'm Sherby, can I sit with you?" she asked politely. "I love your dress by the way, it's really simple," she said, commenting on the black dress. Oh gosh, I hope I've started off good.

[Miyopup]

Miyo swayed slightly to the elegant music. She loved classical music as much as she loved up beat music. By now her plate was wiped clean of all food and she was quite content. Well, almost content, she didn't really have anyone to talk to about the food, the party, anything at all. Sure, she could walk up to some one and start talking, but that's weird. Super weird. So she settled for slightly swaying to the music and watching her large dress swish across the floor. Miyo watched everyone and assumed that at least half the crowd wanted to blend in the wall rather than show off their wonderful shiny dresses or classy tuxes.
Miyo wasn't in the mood to simply stand awkwardly and watch so she made her way to the band and watched -a little creepily- as a musician played his violin most elegantly. Miyo wasn't sure if it was allowed but she began to twirl around and act like she had a partner to dance with. She curtsied as if a partner had bowed to her and she would take a graceful step forward and twirl again. Then she pretended to have a violin in the crook of her neck and copied the violinist's movements as she twirled, curtsied, and swayed.
Miyo hated the fact that some people always looked down on those who didn't have tons of friends or was always alone. She was alone, but that didn't mean she was lonely. Miyo smiled and kept dancing with music. She hoped those who hugged walls would some how try to relax and have a good time at a place that served so much food Miyo couldn't eat it all and that was saying a lot seeing as Miyo's stomach was practically a black hole.

[Liono]

Onyx was bored. He already checked the castle for any other rooms, lots of beautiful decorations and horse statues. But that was it. Maybe he was just blind. Throwing more sandwiches off the castle didn't seem like fun. It doesn't look like the sprites want anything. "So much for 'bending the rules..." He sighed and went back over to the wall. Onyx wished he could just lie down with a book, or play with his 3DS. Hanging out with people didn't make him feel great, it was always awkward and he just felt like a creep. I guess I'll just watch all of them like some stalker...

[Tatsuke]

Distracted from her drink by the guy who had walked over to the other girl. She shrugged it off and was about to sip her red bull when she noticed a girl wearing an amazing blue dress with slight sliver sparkling design on it. Lucky. She was just wearing a plain thing. But at least she didn't stand out to much she supposed. She smiled to them and nodded.

Taking a sip of her confidence drink she looked over to her. "I'm Tats, nice to meet you," Tatsuke said with a small smile. "Oh no that seat isn't taken so feel free to sit." She then looked out towards the ball. "I don't have a date or anything, makes you feel out of place though.."

'Why did I just say that out loud? Dang you red bull! You totally fail me...' She said looking slowly back to Sherby. She seemed nice, and that was good. 'Someone to finally talk to!' She didn't like her shyness and her voice was soft so she wasn't even sure Sherby had really even heard her speak.

[crazydawg444]

Crazydawg was sitting in front of his computer one moment, the he wasn't. He had started reading an invitation of sorts for an RPA thing. A site wide event, the sort of thing he did not normally do. He was curious but before he could even react he was transported to a castle in the sky. He looked around in pure awe at the scenery. It's beauty was as abundant as air. He quickly shook it off and collected his thoughts. Guess I'm going to a masquerade party now. I hope its better than that rave I went to. He went to a rave once, bad experience.

Then he looked down at himself. He was wearing one nice long coat with fancy pants of the same shade and material. Nice. He was also wearing a mask, similar to that of plague doctors. Also nice. He was however surprised. I wasn't wearing shoes. He shook the thought off as he thought about how he must look to others. I must look like a villain. Because looking this good should be criminal. Ha. He laughed to himself and ascended the wondrous stairs.

At the top he was met with an inhuman creature. A sprite if he recalled the invitation correctly. She greeted him. Hey I hate to be nosy, but is your favorite soda Sprite? Two in one. Pro joke skills. She didn't seem amused. He didn't blame her.

Introducing Craydawg!

She introduced him to the room full of guests. He stepped forward. Congratulations! Your day just got 3.58 times better! He held his arms outward and bowed to the room before proceeding down the stairs. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he knew it would involve bad puns.

[AniahLiepard]

Ani was standing against the wall in silence. She didn't want to come to this ball, but she was requested to by Onyx, so she didn't want to turn down his invitation. She had come late, due to the fact that she lost track of time. Honestly, she didn't know who most of these people were. They were all a mystery.

She noticed someone else against the wall. He looked quite bored out of his mind, and she couldn't blame him. She walked over to where he was and stood next to him. She honestly didn't know what to say to him. "I'm Ani," she said to the stranger after a few moments of silence.

[Maya]

Right up until that last introduction, Maya had been more interested in the green, jello mold wiggling back and forth on the banquet table. It seemed to be dancing to a tune all on it's own. She'd stared at it in mesmerizing wonder noticing there were also bits of fruit in it. Might have been apple slices and maybe an orange or two. Or it could be an animal of some sort making sure people don't take too many of the shrimp. She envisioned it reaching out to just slap those hands back if they did. Hey, that would be funny about right now since the girl was not good with crowds. There was never an opening line that seemed right for starting up a conversation with a complete stranger. With everyone else so engrossed in finding their respective partners, Maya was perfectly happy to hold up the wall to make sure it didn't collapse on any of the party goers.

For whatever reason, she missed the first part of Kayne's introduction. Catching only the very loud bellowing of "The Crimson Casanova!" Which had to be the very first time anyone would see the woman laugh. It was done surreptitiously from behind that champagne glass; but, a smile was drawn out despite her best efforts.

Two and two had not yet been put together, even with the last name added on. She just figured it was someone really craving every girl's eye. By the time her own dark lashes lifted to catch site of the person now walking down those steps, his uniform drew her in. What woman wouldn't sneak a peek at a Soldier. He'd been drawing many more eyes than hers. Rightly so. In the process of watching his saunter down those stairs, Maya also managed to deduce the Crimson Casanova title belonged to the one and only Kayne. Which meant, he'd either fit the billing and be a complete womanizer or do a one eighty against it. There was usually no in between.

By some odd twist of fate or chance, Kayne was coming her way. When a wallflower is holding up the wall, they can't just leave that duty to run off and hide behind a curtain. No one holds up a curtain with any semblance of dignity. So, Maya just stood here nearly choking on what was left of the champagne as the man drew ever closer. The palm of one hand gently patting against her chest to force the liquid down. Just managing to accomplish such right before he spoke to her. HER of all people.

The now empty champagne glass was placed on the table, settling on a spot where the tablecloth bunched, which caused the glass to fall on it's side. She'd pick it up, put it back in the exact same spot where it'd tip again..and again..and one last time before Maya finally understood the science of things enough to place it on a flat location. Embarrassed, all she managed to say in return to Kayne was. "The strawberries are good." Maybe eating fruit translated into a great time. Yeah, so balls were not her thing. At least those where you show up alone instead of with a tight knit group of friends who'll circle the wagons to protect those needing shelter from unwanted attentions. Not that he was one of those people Maya would run from.

Given a few moments, she'd get her grove back. Maya knew him. Well, they may have chit chatted a few times. He was far from an Ogre. "So..Crimson Casanova" Putting just enough tinge on the title to let him know she was only teasing. How many times would he hear that in one night. "You look nice. Who's the lucky girl you're meeting here?"

[AngelDellaNotte]

Angel stood up dusting herself off then held her hand out helping the waiter she had crashed into up. "Sorry about that boss." Angel said then looked down at her shoes lifting one up and glancing at the bottom. "No grip on these. Have to remember that next time I try to slide down the railing of a staircase." The waiter nodded to her then walked off to get another tray as the one he was carrying was all over the floor. Several sprites flew over to the mess and quickly started cleaning it up. One of them looked at Angel quickly giving her a dirty look or so Angel thought the sprite move quite fast. She shrugged and walked over to the punch bowl pouring herself a glass. Angel took at sip of the punch and then wrinkled her nose up before reaching into her pocket and removing the flask. She dumped the entire contents of the flask into the bowl and was surprised that the weight of the flask hadn't changed. Testing it she took a sip from the flask finding that it indeed was still full. "A neverending flask? I need to get me one of these." She said placing it back in her pocket and pouring herself a glass of the now doctored punch. "Ah much better." She said after taking a drink. A short distance from her she caught a glimpse of the same sprite that glared at her before still glaring at her. When the sprite noticed she had seen it, it quickly flew off.

[Liono]

Another lady came up to, third time in a row. He looked at her, wanting to know what she needed. "I'm Ani," she said. "Aniah? It's me, Onyx," he said back. Aniah was his date, but he couldn't find her, for some reason. He was looking out for the sprite to say her name, but he must have been distracted. "Um..." What did he say? What did he do? Honestly, he only asked her because he didn't want to the odd one out. Then, he couldn't find her, he thought she was swept away by another person or was late. Onyx had no experience in social life, and it was starting to show.

[Vanity&Ecstasy]

Noticing the change in her disposition and body language Van was preparing for a hug in the form of a tackle that Kicks was prone to. Ever so slightly Van braced himself for the coming full body tackle of his dearest. It never came though, and instead he felt the touch of her hand sliding in the loop of his arm.

Her comment brought a smile to his face, she had always said he would have to carry her around at parties like this, but he had never gone through with it. "Well, I'm sorry to say that it's not our wedding so it's not quite appropriate. Maybe when we go exploring later," he promised, giving her a wink. His eyes clear between the eye holes in his mask.

Leading her through the door Van had finally entered the castle interior and over the sounds of conversation an announcer called out, "Welcome, Sir Van X. Stacy!" Picking his way through the growing crowd Van looked down to Kicks and asked, "So what should we do? Dance, eat, explore, play horrible pranks on people while we wait for Eli?"

[SherbetTurtle]

Sherby sat down on the seat and looked around chuckling at Tats' comment. "I don't think many people have a date. I certainly don't, but it doesn't help I can't recognise anyone here either!" She grimaced and took another sip of her lemonade."I haven't seen you around here before. Well, I generally stay secluded to my roleplays so that probably explains it..."
The party had really only just started but already there were many people there, dancing, chatting, eating. She glanced around, the excitement welling up inside of her. She'd never been to a party this big before, she'd probably have to source out caffeinated tea soon before she fell asleep. Asleep? During an RPA party? That would never do... She giggled very softly - she found her conscience hilarious at times. She took another sip of her drink and nervously played with her dress a bit. "It's all so... So magical isn't it? Everyone's so pretty! I mean, I'm surprised you haven't got a date! I mean... Yeah. I don't know what I mean..." She grinned.

[AniahLiepard]

Ani blinked for a moment before she softly giggled. "It's Ani, I tell you that every time silly!" she said softly to Onyx. Her smile wasn't fake, and it was natural. She looked around a bit before she looked back at Onyx. "What, you thought I went missing or something?" she asked Onyx before she softly giggled again.

[Liono]

"Okay, Ani," Onyx said before he chuckled a little. A grin appeared on his face, threatening to tear it in half. "What, you thought I went missing or something?" she asked Onyx before she softly giggled again. "Maybe... I thought you might have been taken away or something..." he said before he grabbed her arm. "Let's go get something to eat!" he said.

[Tatsuke]

"No I often lurk when it comes to role plays around the forums," Tats nodded in reply as she looked around the ballroom floor. It seemed everyone was having a good time despite the few still along the wall feeling awkward about being here. "I normally wouldn't attend such events, so I don't really know why I accepted such an invitation. I guess it's get get to know people better here."

'Yeah I had to get myself an energy drink...' Tats shook her head lightly of this thought and looked to her drink that was in a glass. Watching her reflection as it rippled when she moved the glass a little. Feeling slightly out of place she smiled back to Sherby.

"I don't think I've seen you around the forums to much either, or at least not the role plays I've been reading..It's nice to meet you," Tats replied with a small smile. She knew the mask could only cover so much but that was fine with her. She didn't like full face masks. You'd have to figure a way to eat while keeping your identity a secret. It would be way to hard for her to do such a thing. Sipping her red bull drink she looked around the room, and towards the stairs she thought she heard a familiar name but wasn't to sure.

"Are you enjoying the party?" Tats finally asked, she was bad at small talk. And her comment of her not having a date was kind of a surprise to her. But she couldn't think of anyone to ask her, plus she was old fashioned and liked guys to ask. But she wouldn't tell Sherby this.

[AniahLiepard]

"Maybe... I thought you might have been taken away or something..."

Ani blinked a couple of times at what Onyx had said. "Taken? Why would I allow that?" she said softly to Onyx. Honestly, despite being weak, she would try to squirm her way out of the situation.


"Let's go get something to eat!"

"Oh, okay!" Ani said with a smile. She wasn't too hungry, but she thought that maybe she'd find something decent to eat.

[Lorne Archer]

Lorne finally built up the courage to walk down the stairs. Luckily, that sprite didn't say his username as he entered the ball. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. He was new so if anyone said his username, only a handful of people would know him. Lorne felt better with that, then something, or rather someone crushed that feeling. "The alone bowman ladies and gentlemen!" What? Why did she do that?! Lorne looked over to the sprite, full of hate. She simply smiled and looked back at some sort of list. No one I know is here. No one I know is here... Lorne put on a plain face. He hoped no one would figure out that that meant Lorne Archer. Lorne meant alone and Archer, well, that was self explanatory. He rushed down the stairs to get out of the spot light and looked for a dark place in the room. None. Of course. The boy then looked for a place where it was empty. Again, no where. So, he looked for a place which was somewhat empty. He found it.

Lorne made his way closer to his spot. It was right next to the musicians. Once he got there, he realised why so little people were at this place. It was so loud! He thought the entrance was bad, he had heard nothing yet. However, he acted like nothing was happening and stood there calmly. A few people seemed to be walking his way. But, they weren't, and Lorne was happy for that. He should have realised sooner that no one was going to speak to him here. He didn't look like he was enjoying himself. And he wasn't. He didn't like the type of music that was playing and he didn't like dancing in general. The only other thing there was to do here was to eat or talk. Lorne didn't want to look like a pig and hang out around the food table. And he knew no one here so who could he talk to. Lorne regretted reading the invite now more then ever.

[Kicks]

Dance? Kicks almost laughed aloud but managed to contain herself. Eat? Yum! But never in front of people. Explore? Not in heels. Prank...? She had no problem with-

Her dark blue eyes settled on someone at the bar. Was that...? She squinted her eyes. Damn contacts. Damn glasses. She forgot either of them. And when trying to recognize people from a distance, it was like playing a guessing game.

But she was pretty sure who she thought it was. Only guessing by the hair though, and of only one picture she ever saw on the picture thread. But it mattered not!

"Wait!" She said excitedly, "I have to introduce you to someone!" She knew technically, by the customs of every formal event the man was supposed to lead. But as Van had once kindly pointed out, the world had long abandoned class.

So she hopped along until she stumbled, then caught herself, and carried on like nothing had happened. She stopped abruptly at the brunette woman. Yes. It was. She didn't have to see beneath the adorable mask to know it was Tatsuke.

Oh she hadn't thought this far ahead. Dang it. Introductions were awful. The small blonde racked her head for an elegant introduction. But she quickly gave up on it and ended up just poking Tatsuke.

"Burger King..." She whispered, "Customer service..." She was certain that this would give a hint away as to who she was because of their previous discussions had over how awful it was to work in a restaurant business with people.

Kicks then turned her head up to Van and whispered, rather loudly, "She has the cutest daughter alive. You have no idea."

[SherbetTurtle]

"Yeah, I keep myself tucked away in all the weird roleplays. Like, um, I was part of a Firefly parody roleplay, and a superhero school one..." She went quiet, not wanting to give too much away. Masquerade's are an attempt to keep identities secret after all.
"Ooh, yes! It's great fun! I mean, the music, the food, the people. You're the first person I've talked to so far, but I think I'm going to dance later. And then sleep for the next week..." She laughed. "And you? Are you having a good time? It hasn't really kicked off yet, the host isn't even here! But still... It's a party!" She took a sip of her lemonade as she listened to the music. A song started playing that she vaguely recognised. What is it? I recognise it... It's... It's... "Oooh!! It's Johnny Cash!" She cried out excitedly before going red and falling back into her seat.

[RedKayne]

Kayne raised his eyebrows with amusement as he watched the young lady attempt to place the empty champagne glass on to the table, and failed multiple times. He suppressed a chuckle, but honestly found her actions quite adorable. He glanced across the table, raising an eyebrow at the strawberries when the young lady mentioned that they tasted good. He's assuming that she meant she was having a good time at the ball. He glanced back at her, still holding his small smile and chuckled out loud this time. "I'm sure they were," he stated, almost as if he meant to tease her last statement.

And so, now that Kayne had her attention, he took in the sight of the beauty before him. Her long dark-brunette hair fell down to her bare shoulders, fashioned fittingly for the formal atmosphere. Her long navy dress clung to her slim body, giving her an almost royal presence. Yet, his eyes were drawn to the angelic features of her face, which was half-covered by the sapphire-blue masquerade mask. Again, he couldn't quite recognize her, but she did appear to be very familiar to him. Perhaps they made acquaintances with each other beforehand?

"So... Crimson Casanova?"

Of bloody course. He questioned his own mindset when he chose that title, it wasn't like he was a complete womanizer or anything like that. But then again, that doesn't mean he should be the shy little boy that he used to be, right?

Regardless, he felt his cheeks reddened ever-so-slightly from embarrassment, almost turning his head away from the mysterious woman. "Ah, yes, remind me to ask one of the administrators like Maeve to change that title after this dance," he stated jokingly before glancing back at her again. "The name's rather ill-fitting since I didn't come with my own date," Kayne said aloud, answering her question. "But I do thank you for your compliment, I do appreciate it," Kayne said sincerely and politely as he placed his half-finished glass on to the table (without struggling to place the glass on a flat surface like she did earlier, I might add).

"I must say, though," he then turned right back to her, his gaze falling to her own eyes. "That you do look absolutely stunning tonight." He raised up a hand, rubbing his chin slightly as if trying to think hard. "It is a pity though that I do not know your name, Ms...?" he paused, waiting for the young woman to finish his sentence.

[Liono]

As they walked over to the table, Onyx realized how hungry he really was. Did he eat anything today? I ate that apple for breakfast. The snack bar had many different foods on it, from chips to cheese and other things too. The punch bowl was over in another location, and he watched many people take their share of food from the bar. Onyx himself got some chips with some melted cheese.

[Tatsuke]

Laughing a little at Sherby's questions and unsure of which one to really answer first. Luckily she didn't get much of a chance to before a poke. Startled her and she looked to see a women in a blue dress, but shades of blue with a matching mask. 'So pretty! Dang it I had to go in a plain dang thing...'

However she knew right away that it had to be Kicks, she'd told her of everything that went on at her job. She was slightly nervous to see her here. But she knew she shouldn't be to shocked at this. She smiled to her and nodded a little when she mentioned her cute daughter. "She's only one and a half, soon to be two in December. How are you Kicks?"

Feeling slightly awkward She looked to Sherby unsure if Kicks knew them or not. Then again it was hard to tell who was who here anyway. "This is Sherby," Tats said point a thumb over the shoulder towards the other blue dress girl with the shiny design on her dress.

[Koti~]

"Oh, this is so not good, so not good at all!" Keepe spoke to himself, pacing outside the castle way. It was absolutely beautiful, breath taking and stunning. Even more so the fact that the entire place was floating in the clouds, almost in a perfect perpetual sunset. He surmised that the place was obviously riding on some sort of wind current, most likely encapsulated in a sort of magical shield that allowed them to live perfectly. That or he was over thinking again.

"How the hell am I gonna explain this to work?! I didn't even close up the truck yet..." Keepe spoke again, pacing nervously back and forth has he looked to the castle once again. Upon arriving here, he had noted the sheer beauty of the place, the words failing quickly in his mouth. It was stunning, just standing there amidst the cotton candy colored clouds, the skin warming glorious sunset, and the sheer stunning view that it offered like eye candy.

He had even taken note of the very Doctor-esque suit he was now wearing, right down to the brown trench coat. The only truthful difference was the pair of brown gentleman loafers instead of the classic doctor ten tennis shoes. He did feel more proper wearing them. Even the mask had been a welcomed surprise, the feel of it rather mysterious and alluring to him.

All of this he took in slowly, until reality had suddenly walked up and slapped him in the face, bringing the glorious view back home. He was now currently pacing back and forth, knowing that no one back at work would ever believe this. He had been riding on the freight elevator, getting ready to deliver supplies to the third floor, before his phone had gone off. Knowing he had a few minutes to take a peek, he began to look at his new message, complaining about the poor wi-fi in the store.

The message had somewhat surprised him, never having taken part in any of the sites big events, aside from the rumble and awards a few times here and there. He figured it some sort of skit or story event, and figured why not. What he hadn't expected though was the sudden flicker of the lights, plunging the freight into darkness before emerging back out here. If not for the obvious hand print on the right side of his face, he swore he was dead and in heaven.

"Why did I have to click yes?" Keepe groaned some, back to pacing before letting out a sigh.

"Well ... when the horse poops on the road, make a parade." He said, turning back again to the castle and heading up the massive stairs into the grand hall.

Grand was an insult to this place.

With the multitude of glowing lights, and beautiful stairways, it was a damn sight to behold. Keepe was slow up the stairs, lost in the visual eyeglass that this place was. If he was truly in heaven(he still doubted the slap to the face) then he could deal with this.

"Presenting Keepe O'inn." A sprite announced, drawing both his attention, and shock. Keepe had, without planning, made it to the top of the stairs and the entrance to the grand ballroom.

"Okay, now you're just fucking with me. What did I do to get this?" Keepe asked himself, heading down the stairs and into the ballroom. Already several other people were lining the floor, mingling and chatting with others.

This ... was a going to be an odd awkward evening.

[AniahLiepard]

Still not feeling hungry, Ani picked up a peach that she found in a bowl. She bit into it delicately and giggled. The juices were strong, but delicious. "The choices here are...... interesting," Ani said to Onyx. Off in the distance, she noticed someone standing alone [Lorne]. He clearly didn't want any attention, but she wasn't going to be creepy and just stare. She gave the boy a simple wave and a soft smile.

[Vanity&Ecstasy]

This was about to get confusing, Van let himself be pulled along by Kicks and found they had been heading to the bar instead of any of the other three options he had presented. 'A drink? That certainly doesn't sound like Kicks,' he thought, before watching her bend over someone's shoulder, give a soft poke and whisper some strange nothing like it was some secret code.

As the woman turned to face them Van nodded his head reservedly and introduced himself, "A pleasure to meet you Tatsuke and you as well Sherby. I've heard a few things about you Tatsuke, I hope Kicks hasn't been too much of a handful for you." Van secretly slid his free hand toward Kicks' side and gave it a soft poke of teasing. "She can be a bit out there, but she means well enough," he said, lightly looking between the two a slight grin on his face.

Turning his attention to Sherby, Van gave another slight nod and said, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, I hope you're enjoying your evening so far." Glancing down to Kicks, Van leaned beside her ear and whispered, "I don't like social situations that much, do you mind if we don't hang around too long, I don't want to make too much of a socially awkward fool of myself."

[Lorne Archer]

Over at the table of food, two people were talking. Then, something happened. The thing was something Lorne really didn't want to happen. The girl in the group turned to see Lorne. Great...what now?She stared for a while before waving. Did he know her from somewhere? Impossible. Even if they did know each other there was no way she could have figured out who he was. But, her smile was so genuine. Lorne smiled quickly and waved back to her. Hopefully that would be enough for the girl to loose interest. Lorne didn't have any other solutions to this predicament.

[Kicks]

Ha! Kicks had to congratulate herself for recognizing Tatsuke. That was amazing! She totally sucked at recognitions! But she managed to do it this time around. Maybe she might be able to do that with other people around here.

Ha. Like that would ever happen.

Kicks' eyes flickered to Sherby. She had no idea who she was. But she felt like she had seen her around the forum before. Wasn't she in one of the games that Kicks was stalking- er... not stalking...

Kicks gasped when she was suddenly poked! No! That wasn't cool at all! She tried to jab him back, but thought better of it when he whispered in her ear.

Kicks broke into a grin and turned her eyes back towards the woman she had poked.

"Van needs to pee." She told Tatsuke, not breaking the grin she held. "I have to help him find a group of guys to gossip with in the restroom. So... uh... bye!" She chirped.

[max shadow]

Smiling behind his new found mask Max climbed the stairs in front of him, he'd already forgotten most of what he'd been doing before, sure at lease one person would be annoyed with his sudden disappearance. He heard a familiar name get called ahead of him and started moving towards the entrance faster, silencing the announcer before they could call out his name and ruin the anonymity of being hidden behind a mask.

Spotting his chosen target he slipped through the crowd quietly and grabbed two drinks, bowing his head politely to a few people who noticed him he made his way back towards the entrance way. With a hidden smirk he lightly elbowed Hoef in the side from behind, trying to get his attention without spilling either drink. "would you care for a drink Sir Hoef? You seem a little lonesome."

[TheBarbarian]

Barb reigned in his weary steed patting it on it's neck as he dismounted. Before him stood a man, old and wizened, with the looks of someone who had seen many a hard winter during his time. "The tower is not for the eyes of mortal men outlander. Turn back." The old mans voice was firm with command. Like someone who was used to having his orders followed. Barb said nothing instead he drew his sword out from the scabbard that rested on the horses side. "Many have faced me, but none have prevailed. Turn back." Seeming to pay the man no mind Barb walked forward a determined speed to his steps.

"You should have turned back!" The old man raised his hand as if to cast some dire curse on the stoic warrior but was cut short. The blade flashed and where there had been a man now there was a corpse. The air shimmered and a sound like a breath being released sounded. A spire tall and red stood before Barb. He entered flicking the blood spatter off his sword.

The spire was an ancient thing built in the before times when men made buildings that reached for the heavens and gods to make them bow before the ingenuity of man. The decorations were strange. One wall was taken up with portraits under which names in green, purple and blue shone. The rest of the walls were taken up with bass reliefs of ancient tales with a thousand different characters all scurrying about in their own stories. Some were obviously unfinished while a select few, displayed with pride and honor, were finished. But all of this finery was a mere distraction. In the center of the room a pedestal stood with a letter on it under a delicate glass case. It was this the Barbarian approached and lifted.

A strong wind a feeling of lightheadedness. Then there was no more tower. It was replaced by a castel. His close had gone too replaced his greatest finery and mask he had taken many moons ago from a warrior who had thought himself to be the greatest of the five kingdoms. He was proven wrong. Barb instinctively grasped his sword but found it to have disappeared. Growling he stood up and looked around. A voice spoke in his head Sir there are to be no balded weapons inside the ball. We took it away for your own safety. It will be returned once you return to your own lands. "What fowl sorcery is this? Who is speaking? Are you some fowl minions of Zarallo or do you belong to the wizard I slew?" Neither. Please calm down sir. Enjoy the party. We offer free beverages. Who ever this spirit was apparently it knew how to talk to barbarians for Barb seemed lighten a little at that. "Fine but if I do not get my sword and poniard back by the end of this long night. I shall destroy any fowl I meet and put a curse on your people. Now where are the drinks?" Down the stairs sir. We will announce your arrival. Unexpected as it was.

And so as the hungry and thirsty barbarian descended for the refreshments table a clear voice sounded to announce his arrival. "Barb The Barbarian, King of No Kingdom, Destroyer of Many, Builder of None. A thief, a reaver and a good man." It was just sad that one of those statements was untrue.

[Tatsuke]

"Alright bye Kicks! Good luck Van!" Tats called unsure she wanted to know everything that Kicks had told Van. She was glad for that small distraction though. Knowing Kicks was here was a good calming thing. She knew one person here yes!

"I'm sorry I didn't really answer your questions before.." Tats said looking to Sherby. She totally didn't mean to brush them off only the small distraction had caught her off guard. She didn't think Kicks would be here. Shaking her head she looked back among the groups, knowing that there were more people still coming in. "I am having an interesting time. I consider this almost to be more of a prom than a ball. So far anyway. It's pretty fun though."

A good way to meet members and staff. She couldn't be to mad at herself for accepting such a letter to the ball. It was defiantly a way to get to know people, and maybe after this role play with them or just chat. 'Yeah that's the spirit! But without the red bull I doubt that will happen..dang ice breaker..'

[AniahLiepard]

Ani lost the little appetite she had after simply looking at Lorne. Hoping he would understand, she faced him and mouthed "I'm sorry". She felt rude, for she could tell this boy was the same way she was. She began to walk away from the table and turned her head one more time. She mouthed "I understand" and went back to standing by the wall.

[Liono]

When Ani bit into the peach, some of the juice sprayed in his face. "Hey!" Onyx said, laughing a little. "The choices here are...... interesting," Ani said to Onyx. "Well, at least we have something to eat," Onyx said. He did notice Ani wave to another man, but he paid no mind. Onyx was having fun. At a place where he though he couldn't.

"Presenting Keepe O'inn!" A sprite announced, turning his attention to the Doctor Who cosplay he saw at the entrance. Koti? When Onyx was bored, he would explore the forums, and that included the Member of the Month section. Back then, Keeper of the Inn was MotM, which Onyx figured out was Koti today. Of course, he had no idea why the sprite would use his old username. Anyway, Onyx waved to Koti then moved by Ani, who was at the wall. "What's wrong?" Onyx asked, concerned.

[Derpnaster]

After reading over the letter for a moment Derpnaster took a quick look around to find the source of the strange paper. However he saw none for his eyes themselves were not all that good and sometimes he missed small details like faces or even people if the area was large enough. Such was the case here as he let the letter go so it could drift along once more, perhaps to another person perhaps not. Either way Derp went back to his casual sitting and observing.

More guests, so it is a party after all. But who could throw such a party and why?

Derp did not know the answer nor did he have a guess, so he went back to his observance in relative quiet and isolation.

[Soulio]

Soul had been mulling about, not really talking with anyone, simply giving a greeting and walking off, a glass of some kind of juice in his hand. He heard a few of the guests' names being called out, but as he walked near groups of people, he had trouble hearing many of the introductions. He heard a few, such as The Doctor, Maeve, and Van among a few others, but otherwise they were droned out by the conversations all around.

He walked towards a small group to greet himself, but seemed to be on the tail end of the conversation, interjecting when he heard the last few bits. Turns out that it was Van and his date.

"So I suppose Van is still nervous about going to the bathroom on his own then? Don't you worry, the flushing sounds are perfectly safe. Just a bit loud," Soul said with a chuckle, taking a small sip of his juice. He took a quick look at his date, wondering who was under the mask.

"So tell me Van, who's your date tonight? Sure do hope you're not here with someone not Kicks..." he said, always teasing him about his relationship.

[Vanity&Ecstasy]

Kicks was a bit of a cursed monkey paw when it came to listening to Van's requests. While she had let him slip away from the ever growing social situation she had done it in a rather awkward way. "The bathroom? That was your choice," he asked, throwing her a sideways glance. At least he was free and for that he thanked her, but he hoped she might pick something more discreet next time. Maybe along the lines of, 'We're going to go exploring, see you later!'

As they walked away Van caught the snarky remark coming from behind him and turned to face the voice's owner. A younger man than Van, at this point Van wasn't completely certain who it was, but he replied, "Unfortunately, I've always needed an escort it's kind of scary in there."

Since the man knew he was, whether it was from Kicks' announcement of his "destination" or just from recognizing him despite the mask Van gave the man a brief nice to see you nod before replying, "Of course this little bundle of energy is the one and only Kicks. Can't leave home without her. Well, I guess that's not entirely accurate since she came here before me. No matter, and how are you this evening Sir...?" He trailed off looking between the man and Kicks hoping one of them would betray his identity.

[Dire Hoef]

Smiling behind his new found mask Max climbed the stairs in front of him, he'd already forgotten most of what he'd been doing before, sure at lease one person would be annoyed with his sudden disappearance. He heard a familiar name get called ahead of him and started moving towards the entrance faster, silencing the announcer before they could call out his name and ruin the anonymity of being hidden behind a mask.

Spotting his chosen target he slipped through the crowd quietly and grabbed two drinks, bowing his head politely to a few people who noticed him he made his way back towards the entrance way. With a hidden smirk he lightly elbowed Hoef in the side from behind, trying to get his attention without spilling either drink. "would you care for a drink Sir Hoef? You seem a little lonesome."

A Certain Battle Buddy Enters The Ring


'Max...? Seriously!? Is that really him...?'

Hoef took the drink willingly - giving a faint smile behind the mask. Twas his face to be covered entirely, so the very nature of his appearance of was obscured by the mask. However Max, or at least Hoef assumed it was Max, didn't have a trouble distinguish him from the other individuals of this party. Hoef lifted his mask, for brief moment, and took a moderate sip of the drink before let the mask return to its original position.

"Yeah," he spoke with a moderate tone of both softness and roughness, "My Wife-To-Be is not here... She is busy elsewhere... I mean I don't mind it, but it would certainly be worthwhile to see her here... But no matter... Tis a party it is..." Hoef gave Max a passing glance, "Is that to be you Max?"

[Omac]

Omac stared at the woman in front of him waiting for an answer for what felt like forever, "Uh.." that's when he remembered he was masked. Nobody would know who he was other then the staff, but surly Naraness would know who he was? So he sucked it up and smiled through it. He pulled out a piece of toast from his pockets, somehow somebody wanted him to have them for this party. A party created by the Gods for the peasants.

He turned to watch the chaos in the room before him, is this what was to be expected? He hands a piece of toast to Nara. "My name is Omac and I would like to escort you for a dance?" his grin grows large, "Or, perhaps we could enjoy some snacks together or..." he looked to a pixie, "Hey, can you bring me some flowers?"

Within a blink of an eye the pixie returned with a dozen roses, "Here you go Mr. Omac!"

Omac took them offering them to Naraness with one hand while holding the other out for a dance. He wanted this night to be special, especially for her. RPA only gets to be eight years old once and while everyone deserves to be happy during this night it's the staff who should be treated with care. They have run this website into the wonderful home it has become. For it to finally be real due to the magic they were hiding... speaking of that how did they pull this off? Now Omac's head was turning with conspiracy theories.

[Soulio]

"Never will understand that. You deal with serious injuries yet are afraid of going to public restrooms on your own." Soul chuckled at the thought, returning to the conversation at hand.

"She most certainly is a bundle of energy. She was hopping like a rabbit earlier outside! I must say though, this is quite exciting. Magic is in the air tonight, and it's making everything oh so vibrant with energy."

Soul bowed his head in respect at Kicks, giving her a kind welcome.

"You look wonderful, and Van here is lucky to have you. I expect to see you two love birds dancing the night away tonight. By the way, have any of you seen the host? They've yet to make their appearance. With all the grandeur, surely they'd have one just as grandiose if not more so."

[Miyopup]

With all the dancing, Miyo began to get hungry again. She did a final bow to her imaginary partner and glided toward the edge of the room so she could make her way to the food. She was looking around when she spotted a rather fancy looking glass filled with jelly beans. She hadn't had Jelly beans since she was a kid so she shrugged and thought to herself, Why not? She carefully plucked a red jelly bean out of the bowl. Miyo hated when people put their whole hand into food bowls, but luckily this one say untouched. She expected the bright red jelly bean to be cherry and popped it in her mouth.

Miyo blinked then blinked more when all of a sudden her mouth was filled with cinnamon. It wasn't the regular cinnamon on cinnamon rolls, but a spicy red pepper type cinnamon. Commonly known as Jelly Bean Cinnamon. Miyo made a pained face and felt her mouth burn from toxic cinnamon. She started to stomp in place, which looked like a tap dancing solo and stuck her tongue out.
"-ot! Ah! Ah!" She fanned her mouth and prayed that the food gods would end her misery. Now she remembered why she stopped eating jelly beans.

[Kicks]

Kicks peered at the masked man. It was obvious to her this was none other than Soul. Pshk. She could recognize him in a crowd. Oh wait she had! Ha!

"Why are you talking like that?" She asked curiously, "Are you...?" She looked around before whispering towards him: "Are you high?"

She pulled away quickly and began to pinch his cheeks. She never thought she would get to see him in person. And she had made the promise to herself that if she had, she was going to pinch his cheeks and make a big show of it.

"Oh!" She cried out, "My wittle Soul! So cute! Look at how big you've gotten! Oh you're so cute! Becoming a real man! Look at this adorable face! Why aren't you the most adorable looking thing on planet earth and Zargon?! Van! Look at him! Doesn't he just have the cutest little face? Like a real life stuffed turtle!" She pinched his nose and wiggled it a bit.

Then Kicks pulled her hand away and screamed: "I GOT YOUR NOSE."

[Lorne Archer]

Sorry? Why, did she have some sort of curse which effects anyone who looks at her? It wouldn't surprise me. Not after this night.She turned away to let Lorne think. What was she taking about? Then, the girl turned back and mouthed something else. Understand what? I just hate these things. I can't even get off this floating thing until it is over. Jeez... Confused, Lorne tried to walk further into the shadow.

[AniahLiepard]

Ani looked up and saw a concerned look on Onyx's face. "Oh, sorry!" Ani said softly. She gave a weak smile before she looked down at the ground. "I'm...... just not used to big crowds like this," she said. Honestly, that was half of the truth. The other half was that she didn't know most of the people here. She was afraid of interacting with most people, for she feared that she would give off a bad impression. She just hoped her nerves would settle.

[MysticFire]

Vatin had been laying on his bed as he read the letter as he felt a cool breeze. "Who ope-" he began to say as he saw that he seemed to be somewhere else and in different clothing with a mask in his hand. He studied what he wore and the mask. If it was any more similar he'd swear that he'd look like corvo attono. He slipped the mask on and began to walk.

[Liono]

"I'm...... just not used to big crowds like this," Ani said. "Yeah, I know," Onyx replied. "I'm like that now. But, you aren't trying to befriend the whole crowd, are you? You bond with one person at a time." Onyx knew he probably wasn't giving good advice, he didn't like crowds either. But, it's better than standing there saying nothing, right? "Look how easy it was with us. Look over there." He pointed to a girl that was eating a jellybean. "Go talk to her. You'll be fine," Onyx said as he smiled. When he looked back at the girl however, she looked like she ate a habanero and was performing a tap dance at the same time.

[Soulio]

Soul quickly pulled away, looking at Kicks confused and slightly annoyed.

"You know I'm not a two year old, right? Besides, masquerade ball means fancy speak. Far from high." Without any sort of warning, Soul leaned forward, pressing somewhat hard into Kicks' sides, making her jump in surprise.

"Payback," he said, looking at both Van and Kicks, taking another sip of his juice.

"Now then. I've got to go look for someone. Hope to see you both around!" With that, he bid them both adieu, and walked off.

[AniahLiepard]

"I...... don't know," Ani said softly. Despite saying this, she began to slowly inch towards the girl. When she was next to the girl, she clenched a fist behind her back and used her other hand to wave. "H-hi......," Ani shyly smiled at the girl. She giggled a little at the girl's actions. "Not a good jelly bean, eh?" Ani asked softly.

[Kicks]

Kicks had to keep a completely straight face when she got a response out of Soul. She did this by blanking him out. It was a trick she had picked up from being the eldest sister. If she didn't have this trick, she would not be sane to this day.

However, because she was not paying attention to him, it cane as a surprise to her when she was suddenly jabbed. Being the tiny thing she was, it hurt way more than it would for someone with say- more cushion. Gah! She hated it when people did that to her! It always left red spots!

She wound herself up, ready to pounce. But before she could, her cute wittle brother walked off.

Well, at least that was good for Van. Her adorable husband really hated social interactions. He was so awkward! It was adorable.

Now she wanted to pinch his cheeks too. But she kept herself contained. Instead, she chose to smile broadly up at him. Even though mentally, she was thinking about all the ways she was going to get Soul back. She couldn't jab him back. That wouldn't be fun!

[MysticFire]

Vatin headed in noticing the lingering... users, at least that of what he thought. He walked up the stairs as a voice starlted him saying, or at least shouting "Vatin!". He nodded and continued on his way to a ball room. As he walked in he mentally facepalmed. "Oh I really should have taken dance lessons" he muttured sighing. He looked back up and around the dance floor.

[max shadow]

"Was it really that obvious? And here I was trying to be sneaky." Pulling softly at the bottom of his mask Max removed part of it, uncovering his mouth and chin while leaving the rest covered and taking a sip of his drink. "And that sucks, guess it's lucky I was forced to come. I usually stay clear of these kinds of thing, but this could be fun.......Wanna go raid the food table and see if they have anything interesting?"

[Sonic]

Although he was one of the first to arrive, Mr. Hedgehog had yet to leave his car—a black Porsche that delineated his white-collar status. He had been mentally preparing himself for the event and had memorized an assortment of witticisms, references to pop culture, religious nuances, cultural norms, political ideologies, and food joints that served a good burger, just in case someone decided to strike up a conversation with him. After hours of preparation, he told himself that he was ready, and yet his body did not move, as though Fear had manifested itself in the passenger seat abreast him, and with eyes stolen from Medusa, had turned him to stone.

Mr. Hedgehog would never consider himself as a timid man, but rather, an introverted man. He preferred to conduct his conversations in his head. As a matter of fact, presently, he was conversing with himself, and the conversation was one he had had several times before; his conscious telling him to break free from the box he had trapped himself in, and he, in turn, telling his conscious to shut the fuck up and let him be alone.

But, he would have to leave his car soon. From the windows he could hear the melody of some song he could not recognize—something by Ray Charles perhaps, but it could have easily been Marvin Gaye—and with a shudder that passed through his whole body, he realized that he had been sitting in his car for several hours.

For the first time since he divorced his wife, Mr. Hedgehog allowed his conscious to win. He alighted from his car, checked the lock seventeen times to make sure that it was, indeed, locked, and passed through the doors.

Without the separation of the walls, the music hit Mr. Hedgehog, like a fist, and then transformed into air that filled his lungs, and made his skin rosier than before. He smiled surreptitiously, but not creepily, but did not take another step further. Fear had assumed its power over him once more. Although the music had filled him, briefly, with animation, the jostling bodies, and the boisterous laughter made him immobile. His skin once again assumed its congenital pallor, and he remained at the front of the doors; cool, night air descended from the heavens and turned his blood to ice.

Inwardly, he wept with a hysteria shared among the insane.

On the outside, however, he remained smiling, and hoped that his smile was not eerie nor humiliating.

[Maya]

Why was there a lump in the table anyway? It shouldn't even be there. After the thoroughly embarrassing ordeal, or what seemed like an ordeal at the time, she'd skim the rest of the table to notice it was the only spot on the whole thing which had the ability to do so. It was his reply over the strawberries that finally managed to let her shake off the first fuax pas of the evening. "I didn't eat all of the strawberries. Only had one..or two." Scrunching those lips together in silent contemplation. "Alright, five. But, they are really juicy and sweet. You should try one."

At least she wasn't stumbling over her own hands or mouth anymore. Nor tipping glasses. Perhaps it helped that she knew who he was; but, so far, he did not have access to the same in reverse. It had been a long time since anyone had drawn her attention as Kayne did. She could practically feel the soft caress of his gaze skimming across her form. For a moment, Maya wondered what he thought when he saw her.


If only to redirect her own thoughts, she decided it would be fun to toy with him a little. Which meant the nickname had to come up again. There was no way she could let that one fly by without some kind of comment.

"Are you sure you want it changed? What if your new one is the Don Juan of RPA or Slick Willy. In comparison, this one is kind of fitting. I like it. Really..I do." Every time 'Crimson Casanova' went through her mind, she would always think of him and smile. Not many would have the ability to leave such a memory burned into her psyche. Maya, on the other hand, didn't have any fancy nicknames. Well, none that were ever shared with anyone but direct family. Kayne would not be hearing those.

"The name's rather ill-fitting since I didn't come with my own date."

Maya had a habit of chewing on that bottom lip when thinking. Which is what was going on now while trying to help with his little predicament. Which meant stepping out of that shell even further. "Well.." Hem hawing away the last vestige of shyness before finally offering. "Maybe you could be my date for the evening? You know, until you find whoever else you may want to be with." Gotta give her credit, she'd woman'ed up and asked to spend the evening with someone who she admired. Then offered him a quick exit all of two seconds later which should earn a swift kick in the butt.

The mask, while more than a little irksome, was also a great way for Maya to grow more at ease since it gave some semblance of hiding in plain sight. Kayne would figure out who she was eventually. An evening gown and mask would only be able to shroud the wearer for so long. At some point, it would have to come off. She could tell his brain was trying remove the shroud of mystery which is why there was a lopsided, Elvis grin aimed right back at him.

The question left in her mind only moments before was answered by Casanova himself. 'Absolutely stunning...

Even with the mask in place, it seemed as if Kayne could see right threw it when their eyes finally met. "Thank you.." Her chest rose in a deep breath then released slowly. Still having trouble believing he was speaking to her..asking her name. "Maya.." Slipping off the mask just in case he hadn't put it all together yet.

[Kiki]

Copost with Juice (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=15022). He's first, I'm second.
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We've held each other's heart with care.
You've given me the strength to write.
We now have made ourselves a pair,
So dance once more with me this night.

As gowns gently rustled up the castle stairs and the burbling of distant banter began to brighten, the castle lit up in full with the guests of the evening's ball. Yet all were not yet within it. In a garden beside the ancient keep flush with tender, sleeping roses, a couple stood hand in hand. Of the two, the gentleman was the taller. With masks not yet donned, he placed a kiss as gentle as birdsong upon the lips of the lady.

Athanaric smiled, eyes still closed, as their lips parted. There night whispered softly, happily around them, and his eyes twinkled as he opened them to observe. Everything was a cool blue, shading the lilac of his vest and tie and his date's dress to a darker hue of purple.

"Hey," he said, smiling at her. "You look astounding." And he spoke the words with the same care with which he placed his hand against her cheek.

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Meet me on the rose road,
Between the reds, the yellows, the obscurely named blooms -
I’ll await your hand laced within my own;
True love will dance amongst the costumes.
The Lady of Sunflowers did not question how they came there, to be standing in the fragrant garden, side-by-side. Warm perfumed air brushed her hair gently away from her face, as she stared upward. She innately knew whom the hand within her own belonged to without needing to cast even the smallest gaze off to her side, the crevices of his palm and soft skin remembered easily. She breathed carefully, deeply but quietly, distracting her own self, gazing up at the cloud-swarmed castle before them. Quiet as the night, she allowed him to step ever closer to her.

Her eyes had only just flickered to him before his mouth was against hers. Her reserved easy face melted as a small smile cracked along her lips, before a full grin broke out on her account. And like that, his lips were already gone from hers, but the thudding feeling in her chest had only just begun. She took advantage of the quiet moment, as he seemingly stood relaxed against her, to gently tug him into her embrace, gazing up at him, her look reverent. She admired the line of his jaw, the feel of his silken vest near her cheek. His hand cupped her face, and her eyes grew more bright, even in the low light, speaking silently of love and devotion.

“Hey,” she echoed back softly, a near breathless whisper. A quivering tension in her heart at his easy compliment made her eyes gaze quickly away, hooded, demure – a flush working its way across her cheeks. “Stop it,” she muttered, though her tone registered playfully pleased. “You’re teasing me.” A beat or two, she rustled her dress across his feet, rising up onto her tiptoes, closer to him, though the effort did no more justice for their height difference. Her arms circled his neck.

A smirk has replaced the vulnerable look of infatuation. “Shall I not feel as though your eyes will wander then tonight, my Prince of Dream?” A coy jutting of a sleeveless shoulder at him, her tone still playful. She pressed her mouth up to his chastely.

“Come now. It is windy. We should head inside.” Her smirk grew a bit wider, and she did not move an inch closer towards entering the castle. “Lest our love blow away in a delicate breeze.” She reveled in trading a silent laughing, mirthful look with him.

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[Tatsuke]

Looking away from the floor, and the people that were dancing she ordered a red bull this time with a little vodka in it. Why not? Time to spice somethings up. She ordered one and waited for the bartender to make it. Once made she nodded to them and started to drink it. Not looking to the people around her. She wasn't to upset, she got to see Kicks before she had to go take Van to the bathroom. How strange. Shrugging she looked over her shoulder wondering how Sherby was doing. She wondered if she felt lonely too. There were a lot of people here though.

But the place was also starting to get warm. She wondered if she should step outside and get some air before the party really got started. 'Who knows when the hostess will appear...' Looking to the stairs she could only imagine herself walking up them and out the door and into the night air. It would feel good out there. But she didn't really want to leave her bar stool. She was comfortable. Taking a sip of her glass not realizing the bartender had put it in front of her. She looked down into it and smiled. 'Just right! They really know how to mix a drink here..'

[Price]

Price had no intention of simply waiting around for his date to show up. No, that would be such a bore. With Price’s sort of luck, she might not bother to show at all. It wouldn’t be the first such instance for the young man to encounter. Truth be told, this whole couples thing was something that Price tried to stay away from because of such unfortunate, common circumstances. Price was pleased to see that someone else had taken the initiative to speak to him first. This would be a fun evening.

”What’s up? Other than the castle..." Price found himself chuckling at the mystery man’s quippy greeting. He elected to remain mysterious, it was more fun that way after all. “It is quite a sight to behold, is it not? Eli does have such a magnificent imagination, so I suppose that I should not be surprised that she would create something so grand. Are you enjoying your night so far, sir?” Price noticed a servant whisking by hastily with a drink platter. With quick hands and a bit of determined skill, Price snatched himself a glass before the servant could be away. Taking a sip of the dark purple liquid, Price was a bit disappointed upon the realization that the drink was simply sparkling grape juice. Figures... the young man thought before returning his attention toward the guest.

[Kris]

Kris felt magnificent.

The evening wind has finally started to drape on her bare shoulders and cool her nape. The long mermaid dress, along with her accessories, made her feel like a princess.

No. Not a princess.

A queen.

A smile spread on her juicy lips like an apple slice and she gracefully paced on her heels as she marched for the entrance.

Waves, and smiles, soft giggles. She was dressed to kill, nothing less. As she swayed her hips she halted and reached out her arm, eagerly waiting to be escorted.

[~N~]

I

was

born for this.

No words, just a knowing smile across a flawless face. The crimson seats in the black carriage suited well, and when they pulled up to the heavenly castle in the clouds, I brought a black gloved hand up to shield my eyes. It was then that I realized what I was wearing, and became aware of the mask around my face.

Looking towards the window pane for a reflection, I saw my eyes framed in slowly moving snakeskin that seemed to flow around my temples, sweeping up and back into the monstrous, writhing mass of coils that made up a headpiece that I felt slither all the way to my nape. Again, a smile crawled over my lips.


How perfect.

The carriage came to a stop and the black, ornate door opened, unfurling three metallic steps that each unfolded like dominoes after the other. Clink, clink, clink. Tugging on the labels to my gray Victorian coat, I gave my lingering smile the pleasure of a word: "Showtime."

Stepping out of the carriage and into the light, I stood up in the presence of the majestic cloud castle before me--a fitting place to make a grand entrance. No less than five spires pierced the heavens, each ascending to the tallest, which was the crowning glory of this magical fortress. For a moment, I let my gaze slide from point to point, savoring the architectural miracle that became this place. Stepping down, one step at a time, my black shining wingtips found the stone waiting for them, and then I gazed upon myself.

The collar of my gray suit jacket was thick around my shoulders and over my chest, the lapels descending down the length of the coat, following the long curving edge until they disappeared neatly into the lining just as the coat swept around my thighs and came to a point behind the knees. It was clearly meant to remain open, and fit me perfectly. Matching slacks disappeared beneath the black satin vest I now admired, wrapping my torso like a royal gift. Upon it, shapes and images swirled as smoke: faces, dreams, and horrors.

And again my smile grew. The linen long sleeve shirt breathed perfectly behind the vest and I felt the cool breeze of dusk upon my neck, finding the shirt open and unbuttoned at the top. As it should be. Ties are for those with restraint. With that thought, I stepped forward, up the walkway and into the illustrious palace in the sky.

Time to find my partner...


It was a night to die (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5udkAkZBkQ) for.

Alistair stood away from the wall now, patiently awaiting her date. She hoped he'd received her letter, because it wasn't so much a question of whether he would say yes, as it was whether or not he had received it in time. She knew he wouldn't say no.

As the phantom-esque lady waited, she twirled around the sea anchor pendant attached to her choker idly between two gloved fingers and watched as a few vaguely familiar faces passed her. When she had finally realized how she ended up here, it didn't shock Alistair anymore to realize that this had to do with the invitation she'd received earlier in the day from RPA. Sure enough, there was a neat little banner hanging above the stairs in the grand entrance that read "RPA 8 Year Anniversary Masquerade" in perfectly-crafted calligraphy. Such care and attention to detail. How fitting for a celebration of the place we most likely all consider to be our second home, she mused appreciatively.

Overhead, she could faintly hear the sounds of waltzing music and of names being announced once the guests reached the top of the stair case. She realized she recognized quite a few of them and wondered what it would be like to mingle with some of the site's inhabitants in the flesh. She also wondered what they would think of her, truly ethereal and yet spine-chilling in appearance. If she knew anything about ~N~, though, it was that he had a flair for the dramatic, coupled with a charming, and eerie sort of aesthetic. Hopefully his accompaniment would help her feel more at ease about greeting those beyond the stair case...

Before she could get too far in her thinking, she felt the aura of a familiar presence and turned to find that her date had indeed arrived, strolling through the door of the grand entrance hall. Just as expected, he had looked every bit as dashing and terrifying as she hoped he would. They were an easy match and the horrifically entrancing presence he projected made Alistair's full, red lips curl into a smile of adoration.

"Well hello, my sinister friend. I'm glad you could make it," she said smoothly.

Decked out in darkness that rivaled a moonless night, the gothic Alistair was truly a vision to drain the blood right out of the faces of those uncomfortable with phantasmal appearances. She had glided across the floor of the bannered antechamber with the smooth and unnatural grace of a phantom to where I was standing, whispering her invitation upon plush lips, soaked in the color of blood. Truly, I could not imagine a more fitting woman to have on my arm when I would enter the ballroom. Had she been an angel, I might have torn her wings from her back and left her a feathered sobbing mess on the floor for the concierge to clean up. But not Alistair.... no... she was a perfect vision of death and passion, wrapped in theatrical extravagance.

"Bon soir, ma chere," I replied with a smooth-as-silk French accent. Taking her soft cool hand in my black gloved one, I raised it to my lips and kissed it, my eyes never leaving the delectable madness in hers. Then, with refined strength, I drew my dark paramour to me and placed my lips so close to her ear she could feel my warm breath and whispered in deep, lustful voice: "Thank you for the invitation. It was perfect." Then I closed my lips around her lobe, and applied just enough pressure with my teeth so she would feel it in her toes before releasing her and pulling back with a hungry smile. It was the barest taste of lasciviousness, just enough to whet the appetite--nothing more.

Glancing around, I saw the menagerie of other guests; a motley assortment--some old, some young, some richly adorned in silks and satin, some more modest in their dress. The snakes within my hair coiled and hissed, peering about, taking in the entire scene, every detail upon every individual--after all, no one is exempt in the eyes of Evil. "Let us ascend these stairs and make our presence properly known to all these onlookers, shall we?" Holding her hand in mine, I smiled and began to make my way through the crowds that parted for us.

[Lorne Archer]

Lorne had finally had enough. Enough of the booming music. Enough of all these people he didn't know. Enough of doing nothing. If he told people this, they would say go and dance. Like hell he would. Other would recommend eating some food. He wasn't hungry as he ate before he got magically transported to this magical castle which was floating in the sky and had magical creatures living on it. Looking back on it, this could be a show on Disney. Every episode would be different people at the ball. Will there be romance? Will there be action? Find out on the next episode of: A huge waste of time. Who's idea was this? Kidnap members of a site and force them to go to a ball. Whoever thought of that was incredibly stupid. Lorne could get the host or hostess arrested for this. Alright, calm down. They probably meant well. Lorne took a deep breath and thought over his options. Screw it, I'm leaving.

He walked through the middle of the dance floor towards the stairs. He bumped into a few guests on his way there, but he didn't bother to apologise. Lorne continued to walk. Even if someone would try and stop him. Lorne got to the stairs and walked up them whilst taking off his mask. The boy dropped it on the staircase and walked out of the ballroom. He didn't even like what he was wearing, nor did he like his mask. In fact, he didn't like how this whole night turned out. He clenched his fist as he walked through the halls. Why was he even here? Why was he invited? He was just some random kid who had just joined, and what, he was meant to talk to everyone like he knew them? Talk to people he had never even seen? What a rubbish idea. If this was going to happen every year, he would leave RPA for good. It would only give him trouble.

[Arthera]

None of the newly arrived people's names told anything to Arielle, she didn't know any of them. Maybe the users she'd RPed with before were no shows or late? Or maybe they arrived and were announced before she got here, making distinguishing them from the masses nearly impossible without actually asking them. But, that would make the whole masked thing going on useless right? Or was it an advantage kept for those that arrived early and heard all the names? Perhaps the whole lot here were strangers to each other? Which made no sense because a lot of people were chatting like old friends and/or couples for the evening.

Lightly chewing on her lower lip for a moment, Arielle exhaled and shook her head faintly, red locks bobbing left and right at the movement. Not knowing people wasn't that much of a problem, just go out and talk to them and then they become slightly less like strangers. Office parties were huge affairs with several hundreds attending and the odds of being with the select few you truly knew were remote. She worked in human resources for crying out loud, she met all kinds and keeps meeting new people all the time! An RP party with not-quite human people, or people with, um, magic powers being new but nothing to fear right? RPA wouldn't murder users at an invite-only party right?

Flattening her dress and giving herself a brief look over, Arielle fully entered into the main hallway. She made a point of getting eye contact with everyone she could, smiling and nodding. Strange situation aside, people often needed a nudge to mingle or interact, and nothing happened if no one took the first step.

She crossed paths with a man simply wearing sunglasses, curtsying before moving further and giving a small wave of her hand at a man that had been called Keepe O'inn a few moments ago. Another wave at the man previously trying to test gravity within the confines of the castle and his date, followed by a side-stepping curtsy as a Ben Affleck look-alike in a white and gold half mask suddenly stopped in his tracks in her path. He smiled, but it was an empty one, there wasn't any spirit in it. Pausing briefly to catch his attention, the redhead smiled tightly, nodded her head at him once.

"Perhaps start with some of the drinks and food. Don't need to pay attention to all these people if you don't want to. Relax, take a seat to get your bearings. Well, as much as magical floating castle can allow one to gets bearings. It'll be fine, relax a bit and then figure out what to do next. You're not alone to require time to process things. Try and enjoy the evening for what it's worth?" She smiled again and spun away, catching the eye of a man that had been called by something Onion or other, curtsying before moving on again.

She heard a familiar name with the added Crimson Casanova title added and caught a glimpse of the man in question, Arielle would have to have a chat him him later on being the one person she had RPed with that she knew here so far. Still, for now, more time to mingle and do more nudging.

There was an increasing amount of people gathering further in at what looked like food tables and drink bowls. Lots gathered, not much mingling!

[Liono]

Leaving Ani and the mystery woman alone, Onyx went off to chat with someone. But who? He looked at the crowd of people, and noticed a man [crazydawg] walking around alone. Onyx walked over to where he was standing. "Hello, do you want to talk?" He probably didn't, hanging out alone like this. Of course, it might be because he was ignored. Onyx knew that feeling.

[Froggy]

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The crisp, cool air danced along the linings of her skirt and Jun smiled as she leaned against the best friend she could ever ask for, Zantheaux. They had just finished a handful of sweets from Café Du Monde in New Orleans, Louisiana, and were overlooking the sunset when they were surprised with invitations to a Masquerade ball. "Tonight?" Jun asked her friend, looking concerned- they weren't the slightest prepared for an event of such social magnitude.

"I suppose tonight is as good as any other night," he simply replied.

Without further thoughts on the matter, the wind around them began to pick up and the water disappeared before their eyes, revealing something new entirely, something beyond their wildest imaginations. A castle, and not just any castle, one clearly of magic and elegance. "How did I... Zantheaux?" Jun asked, furrowing her brow in concern- and it was then that she noticed the mask upon her face, her lips parting in speechless silence.

She looked down, seeing the most elegant and comfortable gown flowing perfectly into the breeze. It was so comfortable that she twirled her arms in mid step, spinning in a few circles as she closed her eyes, a soft smile appearing on her lips. The thoughts of how this was possible, how she had gotten there, where the attire had come from vanished as the realization that it didn't matter sunk into her. One thing did matter to her, however: "Zantheaux?" she asked, stopping in mid-twirl and looking around for her partner.

"M'lady," he said, giving a slight bow with his head.

She didn't have to look long before she spotted a gentleman in a black suit with similar colors as to what she was wearing, and when she caught his eyes he gave her a most handsome grin, and she knew it to be his despite the mask on his face. He offered her his arm, and she took it, lacing their arms together as he entwined their fingers together. Her heart was beating rapidly, she didn't know what she was in store for that evening but knew it would be grand.

[Cicada]

As Seen By Zan

The breeze nipped at the edges of his leather jacket. Tongue licking at the sugar on the edge of his lips, he felt Jun lean against him as the sun started dipping into the horizon. The water before them was calm, just a light foam crashing against the rocky shoreline. Behind them, looming over them, the visage of the cathedral was turning pink as the sun melted the sky into pinks and yellows above them.

Suddenly, and inexplicably, Zan had an invitation clutched in his hand - given to him by no one in particular. He brought up the ornately decorated card to Jun, and unveiled it's contents inside.

"Tonight?" she said.

"I suppose tonight is as good as any other night," he simply replied.

Suddenly - a gust of wind. The water was gone and now a castle towered over them, sunset swept clouds in the distance. The castle was remarkably crafted, decorated with an incredible sense of grandeur. Ornate.

The sound of her voice broke him out of his momentary hypnosis, "How did I...Zantheaux?"

He turns to look at her, but her apparel has changed. She wears a dress, and a mask. He's immediately concerned to touch his own face and finds his hands graze porcelain instead of flesh. He can feel, when his arms are brought to his face, the slight tightness of his clothing straining at his arms. His clothing had been replaced by a very, very expensive looking suit. Tailor made, it would appear.

As she twirled around in front of him, he looked at his newly gloved hands and touched his tie and his cuffs - already straightened. Not a crease. Not a loose thread. Perfectly, clean cut. He smiled. A rush of euphoria lifted up from the pit of his soul and buzzed around his spine, and he held out his arms grandly, as if to be taken in by the electricity of it all. He didn't concern himself with the obvious questions of how he arrived, and instead was content to simply be.

"Zantheaux?" her voice came.

He turned to meet his eyes with hers, the same buzz of electricity dancing between them in the air. He felt a grin pour out from his face, and the smile was returned. Straightening his posture, he held out his arm promptly and properly.

"M'lady," he said, giving a slight bow with his head.

She took his arm, and they entwined their fingers as they headed forwards into the mysterious castle that beckoned to them.

[Clear]

It started out innocently enough – a new notification, alerting her of a new private message. Nothing too surprising – at least, those were Clear's initial thoughts when she read the invitation until the world around her dissolved, and the room she'd been seated in prior was replaced with an extravagant scene that burst with an array of colors. It was nothing short of breathtaking, and for a moment, Clear was too distracted by the beautiful hues of sunset to notice her change in dress.

When she did notice, however, a shocked – though delighted – gasp fell from her lips, and cautiously, as if any faster and the magic would shatter, the girl ran a hand along the smooth texture of the white dress that now adorned her body. In addition was a mask, placed neatly on her face; a perfect fit, Clear thought, as she ran a finger along its edge. "They really weren't kidding when they said they were going to do a Masquerade," she chuckled lowly to herself, "Everything's so enchanting!"

Regardless, the girl knew she shouldn't just spend forever admiring the beauty that surrounded her; after all, there was even more magic that awaited in the castle that stood before her, and making her way up the steps to the grand entrance, Clear found that every step made her feel all the more enamored in the setting she found herself in. It was as if everything became magical – as if everything became so, so beautiful.

Walking through the grand entrance and admiring the decorations – 'If I try to explain how pretty the decor is, my voice would probably become 'horse' from all the talking!' – Clear soon found herself looking up at a staircase, which led into the actual ballroom where the enchanting party really was. Excitement increasing tenfold, Clear practically skipped up the stairs, a bounce in her step at the idea of such a lovely event.

It's when she passes through the ballroom doors does she hear it. "Presenting Lady Clear!"

"Lady?" The word was slightly unfamiliar, Clear not being so used to formal titles; or even formal parties, for the matter. Nonetheless, Clear indulged herself – it wasn't every night she got to enjoy such a setting, so... why not?

Making her way down the stairs, Clear lingered around once on the dance floor of the ballroom. There were already many who'd gathered – was her date perhaps already here? Perhaps not? With the masks on and identities hidden, Clear couldn't tell, but she still couldn't stop the bright grin that pulled at her lips. "Quite clearly an enchanting night I've been invited to," she mused, gaze sweeping across charming scene for the time being.

[RedKayne]

Oh dear Lord...

Kayne was shaking his head, laughing to himself as the mysterious young woman began to tease him further about his title. Regardless of the teasing, she was very enjoyable company, and one that Kayne looked further to for the rest of the night. He especially appreciated that she liked his title, which was slightly surprising, and widened his small smile. "Thank you, mi'lady," he nodded at her, and then reached his hand across the table to grab one of the strawberries. "And I think I will try a strawberry after all," he stated, taking a bite from the plump and juicy red fruit. The colorful flavor was pleasing, and the crimson juices slightly dripped from his bottom lip. His hand reached for his right pocket, grateful that a handkerchief was within it. He took it out and quickly wiped his mouth, wiping away the juice.

The handkerchief swiftly returned to his pocket, and Kayne's dark brown eyes watched as she gently chewed her bottom lip. It was such an innocent little feature, but it certainly attracted Kayne to the mystery lady even more. He was astonished to hear that she asked to be her date for the rest of the night - until another woman manages to catch his eyes, which certainly wasn't going to happen. Kayne would not live up to the name of his title where he plays with a woman's heart while search for another to fill his curiosity. Besides, this young lady had a magnetic aura about her, and Mr. Crimson couldn't help but be drawn to her.

Finally, Kayne's eyes slightly widened with realization as he learned the name of the person he was speaking to: Maya. Also known as Mysterious Maya in some company, but known mostly as Maya. Kayne himself hasn't spoken to her too often, but they made acquaintances with each other. In fact, Kayne recalled that the first time they met was through his good friend, The Doctor, in his roleplaying adventure of the Tide of Thorns.

The mask slipped off, fully revealing Maya's angelic face. His smile broadened, before reaching forth and gently taking one of her hands with his own. "Well, Maya," the Crimson Casanova began slowly, slightly emphasizing her name with clear recognition. "I would be delighted and honored to be your date for the rest of the night," he leaned forward, brushing his lips ever-so-slightly against the top of her hand. "And I would love to begin this extravaganza with a dance," he grinned broadly, before leaning back and straightening his posture.

"So... shall we begin?"

[TheDoctor]

"Kris, The Mother Brain and Outstanding Admin, has arrived!"

The Doctor whipped his head so forcefully, he nearly felt his mask leave his face. Could it really be? Was Kris actually making an appearance at this grandeur event? His champagne glass remained frozen in hand, threatening to tip and shatter upon the floor with its beholder's attention distracted. This was his chance to dazzle the elegant lady with an evening of priceless festivities, all at the hand of his blue-clad charm.

I'm on my way, dear.

With a deep breath, The Doctor ascended the stairs from the ballroom once again, steadily climbing to the top of the velvet-clad steps and peering out into the entrance hall. He moved with grace and comfort, sliding casually between chatting couples with no hint of hastiness. His jawline remained relaxed, his brow steady in a comfortable smolder. Other members in fragile masks of anonymity passed him by, obscuring his searching vision, until...

Ah, at last.

And there she was, in all her glory. Standing at the bottom of the stairs in the entrance hall, leading with an unparalleled spectacle. Luscious locks of midnight tumbled upon smooth caramel shoulders, lips of deathly crimson split to a dazzling smile of the purest snow. Her dress of gold and vanilla accentuated her figure flawlessly before flaring low into a flowing gown. As The Doctor took the steps down one-by-one, he noticed her dark mahogany eyes sparking with pride. This was a woman of confidence, of poise, of panache.

But most of all, a woman of charge.

When he lowered the final steps, The Doctor snatched another glass of champagne from a passing tray, holding his glass and the other delicately between thumb and forefinger. As he approached the audacious admin, his eyes twinkled with intrigue from behind his mask, a calm grin raising the corner of his mouth. Within feet of her, he addressed her with a half-bow of his head, extending her the newly-claimed glass of champagne. "Lady Kris. You look utterly stunning on this fine night."

With his now-freed hand, he gently took her offered arm by the tips of his fingers, his eyebrow rising in confident curiosity. "May I be so bold?"

[Tatsuke]

Watching the stairs as more people came in. Tats could see that someone had headed up the stairs and outside. She wondered if someone might have angered him. Feeling hot anyway she decided to leave her drink at the bar and follow him. Heading up the steps and looking to the ground as she foot hit something. His mask. Sighing softly Tats slowly picked it up and walked outside. She could feel the nice cold air from here.

'Might as well see if he's alright, then head back in..' Tats thought feeling nervous a little. She headed down the steps looking for Lorne.

[Dnafein]

The drow blinked at the sudden light. He'd been enjoying a nice quiet night buried deep in the subconscious of his creators mind. Drinking his worries away when some figure tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the invitation. And bam! Physically manifested here. Reaching up D'nafein adjusted the mask on his face, the light adjusting to a more comfortable level for him.

"Magic." He muttered with a shrug, his crimson colored eyes widening at the almost forgotten sound of his voice. "Nights looking up," he remarked. Donning a sardonic grin the drow strode into the building.

The pixie at the top of the stairs announced his presence, and the elf's grin turned into one of pleasure when his name was properly pronounced. Throwing the pixie a quick bow, the drow then jumped upon the stairs railing. He slid to the base of the railing. He was launched off the end of the railing, landing on his feet his eyes scanned the room. Seeking the refreshment of an adult beverage.

[Cicada]

Zan ascends the grand staircase, lady on his arm. The buzz from the ballroom of conversation and laughter greets him long before he enters the ballroom.

""What a lovely night this shall be," Jun whispers to him.

A voice call out overhead, "Presenting, Lord Zantheaux the Third, Esquire and Lady Jun E. Little.!"

He now hears the music wafting through the air, smells the scent of exquisitely prepared Hors d'oeuvres and is astonished at the phantasmagoria of colors swirling about him. Ladies in gowns, gentlemen in tuxedos and all of them of course, masked.

First, of course, he requires a drink to start off this very lavish evening. As if catered to his very wishes, a delicate sprite arrives with a silver tray balanced on it's arm. A few champagne glasses sit on top, and Zan is quick to slip one off of the tray as it passes by.

He brings the bubbly up to his lips, through the open mouth of his mask, and takes a sip. French. Excellent. A smile is brought to his face.

"Lord Zantheaux," she said, playfully.

He grins at her, feeling both the warmness of her smile and the drink, fill him.

[crazydawg444]

Crazydawg stood by the wall and stared at all the mingling and dancing. People were so cute when they had fun, especially when they wore dumb masks. Well, it wasn't there fault that his mask was far superior in style and awesomeness. If I was to dance, I would e too much of a lady killer. Bodies would just drop in my wake. He laughed as he thought about his joke.

Then someone walked up and talked to him [Onyxdragon]. Crazydawg grinned at this individual. Oh, you want to talk to me? Are you sick? I may look like a doctor, but if you come to me for treatment, then you will ironically die.

Well that was one way to start a conversation. It was memorable at least. In the words of Keima Katsuragi, a bad impression can become a good impression. He just needed to keep interest. That would be easy, with his charm. He stepped back and bowed to the lucky man. Lord Crazydawg the magnificent, at your service. While still bowed he looked up and gave a sinister smile.

[Sonic]

By now Mr. Hedgehog had liberated himself from the confines of his immaterial self-imprisonment. He could walk again, and although the music did not embolden him with its inebriating tune, he felt more limber than when he had alighted from his Porsche. There was a sobriety to his step that told of someone who had won a mediocre prize from a gamble that had involved little risk.

His eyes were set on the buffet table and he approached it with only a modicum of reluctance. There were no dishes that he was familiar with—all the food he ordered was made to all the nuances his palette demanded—and he frowned. From the peripheral he noticed a red-head who was not unpleasant in terms of appearance and yet, there was an innocence of her manner that filled in any gaps left opened by her semblance.

Mr. Hedgehog did not know that the red-head’s name was Arielle, but he hoped that he would find out soon. With as much nonchalance as his timid frame could summon, he smiled—bearing his teeth—and introduced himself as “Mr. Hedgehog—the newbie of RPA and hopeful journalist for the New Yorker.”

He had read several manuals that outlined how to deliver a proper introduction and apparently, explaining your current position and your goal in life was a sure way to make friends and imprint a lasting impression.

[Lorne Archer]

The first step Lorne took outside was amazing. The cold air rushed against his face, making his red cheeks begin to cool down. But the best part about it was the silence. Well, not silence, but how quiet it was. Inside it was so loud he could barely hear himself speak. Out there, he could hear cockroaches and the wind howling. How were the environments so different? They were the same place, yet different places completely. Lorne looked up at the sky. Where was he in the world? Right now, he really didn't care. Lorne sat down and thought of many ways to get off this magic island.

[Froggy]

"What a lovely night this shall be," Jun spoke, her voice soft enough that only Zantheaux could hear her speaking. His gloves felt so smooth against her bare fingers and she instinctively squeezed his hand just a little, her body hovering closer to his for comfort. The displays were grand, elegant, so formal... every decoration was elaborate and yet not overly so.

Soon the couple came upon the ballroom entrance, standing atop a beautiful staircase. Even the air was filled with magic that made her spirit so lively, so ready to join the party and the smile upon her face never falter. When the couple crossed reached the stairway, Jun looked to Zantheaux as they were announced.

"Lord Zantheaux III. Esq. and Lady Jun E. Little," a voice spoke, and Jun was surprised by the title given to them.

"Lord Zantheaux," she called, looking back into his eyes, her own eyes shining in eager delight. She couldn't wait to get down the staircase. She wanted nothing more than to run down it but refrained from doing so, choosing instead to stay by her lover's side and enjoy the scene around them. Couples were already enjoying the party and there was still more she had yet to see.

[Tatsuke]

'Come on legs just a little further down the steps and you'll be able to give him his mask and maybe get him back inside. If not at least you tried,' Shaking she wasn't to sure if it was cause of the cold, or if it was cause she was so nervous. Maybe both.

Feeling the cool air on her hot skin felt really good though. She wondered if she was hot in their from thinking about things to much. She shook it off and slowly walked over to Lorne once stepping off the last step. Tats slowly walked up behind him. Wondering if she should just say Boo! And hide behind the mask. No that seemed to childish, but fun at the same time.

She was now only a little bit behind Lorne. 'What if he wanted to be alone? Then I would be disturbing him...' Tats thought shaking her, 'Nope, I got this far go all way yeah! You can do it you can totally do this...' She psyched herself up and slowly tapped Lorne on the shoulder.

"Hey you dropped this on the stairs," Tats said softly, her voice always seemed soft. People always asked her to speak up, even at work. It made her mad, any louder and she was sure she'd yell them their orders. Ha! That would teach them to anger their order taker! "I'm sorry if you wished to be alone.."

Looking out over the view, she didn't really get to. She had gotten here and had hurried inside to see what it looked like. Now taking it all in for the first time. It was truly breathtaking. They were in the sky? But how was that even possible? The air is to dense you'd need an oxygen tank or something to be up this high. The staff really had gone all out when they had done this.

[Liono]

"Oh, you want to talk to me? Are you sick? I may look like a doctor, but if you come to me for treatment, then you will ironically die." Great. "Lord Crazydawg the magnificent, at your service." What service? Jester service? Cause your face is already making me laugh. Too bad your lame jokes are lacking in personality. Oh wait. They are your personality. He'd seen Crazydawg before on RPA, Onyx didn't think he was such a jerk. "I'm Onyx. Onyx Dragon."

[crazydawg444]

The man was Onyx Dragon. That was familiar. Very familiar. Like a "nobody cares about you" familiar. This was a fun one.

Oh Onyx. Who would think I would find you here. Im sure you remember me. This is troublesome though. My cheap jokes wont work on you... not like they work on anyone else either He looked at Onyx and held out a hannd for a handshake.

Its a pleasure to formally meet you lagun He through in a fun word in a different language. Basque for friend, languages were fun. He gave Onyx an actual smile this time, though he wasnt sure if he could even see the smile.

[Lorne Archer]

Feeling someone tapping his shoulder, Lorne turned to see a girl who he didn't know. Obviously. I know no one... She showed him his mask. He meant to drop it, but she brought it right back. This mask was like a boomerang. Even if he threw it off, it would come back because of the stupid fairy things. Lorne looked at the mask and listened to the girl. "Uh, thanks." He told her as he took back the mask. I'm gonna burn this.

She then apologised if she was interrupting. "No, I just needed to get out of that bore room." Bore room? Really? Way to sound like a spoiled brat. "If you want you can sit. I wont object." Even if I could. I can't say who sits here and who doesn't. I'm sounding like a real idiot...

He looked back at the surroundings and began to take in how this was impossible. They were way to high to be able to breathe and the castle was floating. Plus, they just appeared here. None of this was possible. It made Lorne sick. He was a guy about science. Magic, didn't exist. "So," Lorne began, trying to forget about the whole magic thing. "how are you?"

[Halfbreed443]

Well, here I am. The Masquerade... Breed stepped down the stairs slowly. The room was beautiful and full of people. She pauses in the middle of the staircase to make sure her mask is on properly and fix the wrinkles in her dress. Finding a quiet place would be difficult but she was sure she could do it, she's used to finding a quiet corner.

Moving through the crowd full of people wearing masks, it was both slightly creepy and fascinating at the same time. Creepy since you don't know exactly who your talking to or what they look like. Fascinating seeing all the different masks which individually somehow helps each person portray themselves as they see fit.

She moved through the crowd until finally coming up to a space slightly less populated then the rest of the room. It would do for now, but if it got too crowded she'd have to go hunt for another place. She'd prefer to avoid moving unless she was to be dancing with anyone who asked.

[Veloci]

Veloci yawned. He was bored, doing nothing more than watching the other guests talk, kiss, argue etc. He wasn't a part of it, at least, not yet he wasn't. He looked around, spotting two men arguing over something. At least, one of them looked extremely angry at something the other had said. He smiled, walking forwards, closer to the pair. He overheard one of them introduce themselves as Onyx Dragon. Veloci smiled. He recognized the name, from various threads in downtown. He moved closer, tapping Onyx on the shoulder. "Bonjour, my friend. What's going on between you two?" He inquired, smiling.

[Maya]

Hey now, she didn't give him the title, just repeated it. Besides, it was so cute how his cheeks got all crimson when she called him out on it. M'lady, no one else had ever used such a word in her circle of friends before. Very chivalrous and gallant of him to do so for her..and now had her blushing in kind. Or maybe the touch of color bloomed vibrant while those hazel eyes followed the trail of strawberry juice slowly gliding down his lip. Unconsciously tracing the tip of her tongue along her own lips as that escaped red drop was swept away by the kerchief, which finally caused Maya to blink.

Must be the festive, almost medieval style atmosphere heightening the feelings in the room; for the place did seem to exist in another realm altogether where anything could happen. Even things which might never take place anywhere else. Like a dream. Dreams always end when you wake up. So, enjoy the moment while it's in your grasp.

Even if he was playing with her heart or simply living in the moment, Maya was perfectly happy with the here and now. He'd pulled into his orbit; yet, there was still a craving..a need.. to be closer. Though worry still lingered that her big reveal would leave him disappointed. As the time of reckoning came, her name finally spoken aloud, again she held her breath in sheer anticipation of Kayne's reaction. Being 'Mysterious Maya', she really didn't pop up on anyone's radar much. Though they had passed each other shortly in one RP, few may even remember she was there. Elusive was another term often tossed her way since she didn't frequent many of the forums.

For tonight, the walls came down and the mask came off. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach from merely hearing the way he said her name. It rolled off his lips so sweetly while offering to accompany her for the remainder of the evening. How could anyone tell him no? Especially after that soft, little kiss on her hand which drew a whimsical shiver all the way down to her toes. "I believe the honor is all mine, Sir Casanova." As they walked together towards the dance floor, there was a little sparkle in those eyes as she gingerly placing her hand in his own. Whether his dance steps were smooth as silk or spent half their time stomping on her feet, Kayne would find her smiling happily all the same. "Did they teach you to dance like this at the academy?" Was that right? He could feel free to correct her.

[Tatsuke]

Nodding Tats slowly moved and sat down next to him. Being careful as she wasn't used to being in a dress. Not one bit. Her main wardrobe was blue jeans and anime shirts here and there with a few game shirts as well. Shaking this off mentally she sat down next to him. She looked out of the railing bars that were holding the railing up. 'Small talk? Well at least he wasn't upset that I'm out here with him,' She thought looking out.

"I'm alright I guess. I'm not used to these things here," Tatsuke replied with a soft smile. She looked back to Lorne, "I'm Tatsuke, I go by Tats' for short. It's easier to say. How about you?"

Even in real life her name was always short. She didn't mind making it easier on people. When people asked her name she was always given a question. Is that your stage name or is that a real name? So typical. She almost rolled her eyes but decided not to. She didn't wish to make Lorne mad or feel awkward. She looked to his mask wondering if he had picked it out. It was quite unique, she didn't think anyone had a mask like that.

[Arcus]

Arcus had been in the middle of a job, correction getting the last thing that he needed for his current job. When suddenly he disappeared, most would be curious about why they disappeared and where they had gone but Arcus just cursed. It had taken him months and used up a number of the favors he had gathered to find the nest! He had been THAT CLOSE to getting one of the eggs from the supposedly extinct creature. After venting for a few moments, he looked himself over. Admiring the stitch work, but wondering collar and what he assumed was some kind of scarf. Though as much as he hated to admit it, especially since it itched. He kind of liked even those, but would have been fine with a simple suite... well maybe if it was pink or wh-no this was probably best.

After he finished mentally arguing himself, he went over to the main room and was introduced. It felt odd, but at least he was able to find his papers and so would try to blend in. He couldn't help but wonder if anyone he knew was here, as well as where his normal outfit and everything else that he either kept on or in it was. For now though he supposed that he would at the very least try to be normal and... socialize, a slight shiver ran up his spine at the thought as he descended the stairs. Knowing this may not be very easy.

[Soulio]

Soul had regained his composure from before, and was currently awaking about, trying to guess at what person was what member. He had inklings and certainties about who was who, but most he wasn't sure about. Even so, he greeted whom he could, and as he walked around, he eyed the girl from outside earlier. He had an interest in her, and so was occasionally looking around for her, catching her in the corner of his eye every so often before moving on.

He spied a duo that, even masked, he'd recognize in a heart beat. However, to give them their space, he simply nodded towards their direction, giving a small smile before introducing himself to another guest.

"Seriously, where is the host?" Soul asked to no one in particular, ever the curious.

[.Karma.]

Copost for Imp and Karma <3
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One moment Karma was opening her mail, surrounded by screaming children, the next she was in heaven. Well at least it seemed so, not a shriek to be heard. She took a deep breath in before she looked down. She was in a huge, fancy red and black gown. It was gorgeous, even if it was kind of dragging despite the.... oh no.... no no no no... She was in heels. Heels were beautiful, but she couldn't walk in them. Well, at least she'd be glorious, as long as she was standing still. She couldn't help but smile as she felt her face and felt the mask there. Feeling down her body, she noticed one of her favourite possessions was there as well. Whew. A party just wouldn't be a party without it.

She looked around for her date. Imp, he always took forever. It had probably taken him ages to even look at the invitation. She wasn't upset, that was just him. A million projects going at once, and all of them amazing. He would get here when he got around to it. She chuckled a bit shaking her head. Honestly, Karma wasn't looking forward to walking anywhere right now. She was perfectly fine with standing in place and smiling at all the other beautiful people walking in. Karma reached into her cluch pulling out a smoke and lighting it. I'm so classy She thought to herself, but shrugged and continued to inhale.

It was hard to recognize everyone with their masks, but regardless of the mask she knew she wouldn't be able to miss Imp, he was like 10 feet tall or so. And surely would be a sight to be seen. She smoothed her long brown hair down and pulled at the top of her dress making sure nothing popped out of place. That would be her luck. Things come tumbling out that were not meant to be seen! Alright Impy, if he didn't come on, when he did get here... She was going to stab him.

“Oh, God!” Imp shook about in surprise to the swift change to his surroundings. From what once was Imp sitting on his dirty couch in nothing but striped boxers and reading bills and an invitation, he now stood in shock on some steps to brilliant castle. He shrieked while believing he was still in his boxers but then quickly realized he was fitted into a pretty snazzy purple pimp outfit and an exquisite mask. It was a radical change, but he quickly grew relaxed to the moment in hand. His wonderment, however, only grew as he observed the many other masked folks making their way inside. Was he somehow tripping on LSD? It didn’t seem likely due to the fact he hadn’t had any for a few days and that trip ended with him trying to play Minecraft in his backyard.

While looking through his mask, he noticed a slight itch. It slowly began to pester him more and more. “Why does my mask itch so much?!” He began to pick at it and attempted to adjust the way it sat upon his gaunt face. That moment of relaxation previously spoken of? Well, it left for a minute until he believed he found Karma waiting close by with a cigarette in hand. This took his mind elsewhere as he blitzed over to her.

“We don’t have all day, you! Finish that crap so we can get in! I feel as if we are being timed and the doors will close on us soonish. I’ve seen things.” He then turned away from the scene as his words pierced the fourth wall. “Stop reading this! Every single word you read will beget a new one until you stop. You must understand that you have the power to end this nonsensical garbage and save us all from certain doom if you would just stop reading!”

"You're rushing me? You have to be kidding." Karma took another long drag from her cigarette before flicking it into the yard and watching the sprites quickly pick it up. Actually laughing out loud, she turned to look at her good friend. She expected nothing less than the pimp outfit he had and couldn't help but laugh harder. "Okay, okay I'm coming. Gawd. But... You're going to have to help me." She took one step, two... and basically toppled into his arms, cluching at his limbs to keep herself upright. Her laugh turned to near snorts as she struggled to regain footing, looking way up at him.

When she got her feet underneath of her she gripped his arm tightly. "Now you're going to escort me in like a lady damn it." The stairs were daunting but with the help of his strangely long arms they made it up to the top just to see... more stairs. She started walking down when she heard a sprite announce their names "Imp, RPA's Hedonist and Karma, The faceless beauty" It was oddly fitting and as she thought about how her title fit the event, she lost her focus. She toppled head over high heels down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom. She didn't even bother getting up until Imp finished decending the stairs. One look at him and she was laughing again. It was not that pretty laugh they used in movies but that obnoxious snorty laugh. "Well now they know why it's not Karma, the graceful beauty."

[Sonic]

Mr. Hedgehog did not want to become nervous. When he was nervous he began to sweat, and when he began to sweat, his palms became clammy and uninviting. From his breast pocket he ejected a handkerchief which he then used to wipe his palms, thoroughly. People were already mingling about, he observed, and the event had barely commenced. For a brief moment he thought of leaving; of disbanding this social gathering altogether. He had never been a conversational person, and now he felt like a fish who had not just been pulled out of the water, but had also been deep fried and placed on a platter for some fisherman’s wife.

But he decided against this manoeuvre for two reasons: (1) he was in a floating castle and was unsure how to leave and (2) he really did not want to leave without first talking to someone; even the janitor would make for a welcoming interlocutor.

For a while he traipsed the grounds, his eyes of that searching quality that spies were trained to have, and in a way Mr. Hedgehog was a spy. As he passed cliques and groups, he picked up on conversations that may help him in starting one of his own—apparently there was a rumour going around that Kayne was putting the moves on Maya, some guy named Veloci was bored out of his mind, and TheDoctor was up to his usual shenanigans. Gathering this information, and storing it in whatever part of the brain that held gossip, Mr. Hedgehog circumnavigated around a particularly large group until he discovered a demure woman, sequestered from the passing revelry.

He did not know her name yet, but when he approached Breed, he would ask for it. First, however, he introduced himself with the same line he had had rehearsed a myriad of times at home: “Hello. I’m Mr. Hedgehog—a noobie at RPA.” Then, believing that one of the more aristocratic members of the party might have said it, he added: “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it? Do you mind if I share it with you?”

[Skeletor]

As N's eyes met hers when he placed a kiss upon her hand, Alistair swore his lips might have left her skin singed, if it weren't for the fact that she wasn't entirely human. She found the spot on her hand definitely felt a little burned afterward, however. Hmm, leaving me something to remember him by perhaps, she thought.
Just as Alistair began to wonder if his lips felt like that all the time, she soon found out after she was pulled into an embrace that some might have described as being just a little bit indecent. Which was fine, given she sensed they were both kindred spirits in the ways of wanton indecency, wickedness, and general debauchery. A blush of pleasure left her pale cheeks rosy upon his whisper of thanks and attention to her ear. Indeed, his lips did feel as hot as when he had kissed her hand and this made Alistair smile once more. “Oh,” she said in mild surprise and chuckled.

As he took her hand and suggested they make their entrance, she noticed now that nearly all eyes were on them as the ghoulish couple made their way up the stair case slowly, like two elegant vampires watching everyone and observing from their actions how to behave like a real human. Once they reached the top of the stairs, their arrival was announced by a magnificent sprite.
“Lady Alistair K. Gregg and...” she hesitated. “N.” The sprite gave an inquisitive look as if to say, “Just N?” but Alistair's companion didn't seem at all bothered by it as they glided down into the ball room. The pair were unmistakable now. Guests parted as they made their garish entrance, looks of mild terror leaving their faces flushed and in awe.

Alistair was positively glowing. Glancing over at her partner she said, “N, darling. It looks like we've made quite an impression so far and we haven't even had a proper conversation with anyone yet.”

[Vestige Warrior]

Vestige stared at his monitor, board to tears. He'd spent hours researching a new tattoo to add to his collection. Japanese traditional. But after searching long enough to grow half cross-eyed, Vestige started to shut down his computer when the mysterious invitation appeared on his desktop. Intrigued, he clicked on the message and read it carefully. Then, just as his eyes processed the last word, he found himself instantly transported into another world, a land of color, costumes, and masquerade masks. Even his own face was covered, And he no longer needed his glasses. Whatever force had brought him to the new world had fixed his vision.

As per the norm, Vestige slipped into the gala without notice. Despite the presence of the introducer, he managed to enter the building and stared out at the multitude of party-goers. It was amazing to see such wonderful costumes, and was even pleased with his own garb. His date could not be missed; somehow he knew exactly what she would be wearing. Quickly he scanned the crowd, finally locating her near the food table. The spread of gourmet cuisine was enough to make his mouth water. Using the wall to keep his bearings, he moved through the ballroom, then leaned over Clear's shoulder and whispered. "Boo."

[Punished Snake]

Snake entered the Masquerade Ball in his formal fashion. His mysterious metallic mask suited him well with his matching grey suit. He never was a big fan of parties with dancing, better yet, one's where he doesnt have a date to. Although he primarily is a a metal head, he doesn't mind the occasional classical genre from time to time.

Though Snakedid not feel too well being around other people. It seemed that most girls had a partner at the dance, and he doesn't have one. He immediately thought of a song that seemed to fit with what he was doing here, with the beginning chorus words being, "Why? Why?" Snake waved down a sprite that roams Eli's castle. "Excuse me, can you bring me a glass of champagne?"

[Halfbreed443]

Breed liked to watch, she watched as people chatted getting slivers of what was being said but paid no real attention to it. She also watched couples dancing, it was a nice site people having fun and mingling. Mingling wasn't her thing, though conversation was welcome she was more of a listener than a talker which made certain people uncomfortable. You would think being hidden by a mask would make reserved personalities more comfortable but it didn't, at least not for her. It only made her more so with the addition of not knowing exactly who you were talking to.

Her train of thought was broken when she heard someone introducing themselves, “Hello. I’m Mr. Hedgehog—a noobie at RPA.”

Breed gave him a smile as he added “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it? Do you mind if I share it with you?”

"I wouldn't mind at all. I'm Breed." She said "It is a beautiful night. All these beautiful gowns and masks."

[dracowerepyre]

Draco was sitting at his computer, doing the usual, Playing games, RPG and otherwise, then as he was typing his last sentence, it started to disappear, "Nononono!" he desperately tried to type in the last words, but to no avail, because there was a splash of glitter, and Draco was in a castle. At first he reached for his knife, but he felt an unfamiliar clothe, he looked down and wanted to rip off the damned suit, but two things came to his mind, first: he liked the suit, second: there were LOTS of people, his ears swirled all over the place like sonar dishes, his tail flicked nervously as he walked through the crowd, then he saw his first date-turned-to-wife, Sparkz, he ran up to her, "hey beautiful! Have any idea where we are?" Draco kissed her, just plain glad to see her.

[Sparkz]

Sparkz was at work as a librarian and was on her way home. She pulled out her phone to text her true love, Draco, to tell him that she was on her way. Then her phone disappeared from her hand. Then the sidewalk around her disappeared and the cars and buildings too. "What in the world...?" She murmured in wonder as she spun around trying to see were everything went. Then she felt her business suit grow heavy as thick layers of fabric appeared on her body. She looked down and saw a beautiful dress on her. "Amazing.... She murmurs as she looks up through a mask to the castle. SHe starts to walk, unsure as to what was going on when she saw her husband, Draco. "Draco!" She exclaims happily as they kissed. "No... I have no idea where we are... But it's beautiful..." SHe looks at his new outfit. "You look pretty damn good, Draco." She take his hand. "Come on... Lets go inside." She leads him up the steps and they were announced together by a sprite before they walked into the ball.

[Sonic]

Mr. Hedgehog had all but forgotten his mask, and only remembered it now when this woman—Breed—gave reference to it. He was so used to his presence being concealed that the mask only acted as some vestigial organ that may have had some use further down the chain of evolution, but was now useless. He wanted to toss the mask away, and with it, any anonymity it may have added to his already-nondescript caricature, however he supressed this urge as best as he could.

“A mask is only beautiful when it has something to hide. If it was just lying about, then no one would pay much attention to it.” This was from a list of adages he had written down several hours prior—Adage #21 to be precise—and he executed it just perfectly enough so that it didn’t seem rehearsed. In addition to this proverb, he proffered a lazy smile that leaned to the left by an almost indeterminable degree.

Behind them both there stood a low table that had on it a repertoire of food items and a punch bowl—the latter looked as if it was filled with Nestea rather than “Punch” in the traditional use of the word. Mr. Hedgehog paid the nuance no mind as he filled two cups with this Nestea-Punch hybrid, and handed one of them to Breed.

He thought, Rule #12: Always offer your interlocutor a drink.

[Kourtney]

Kourtney felt her stomach rumble in hunger. "I guess I'm hungry..." She mutter quietly as she looked around before her eyes caught the site of a fancy table set of food. "Jackpot!" She said quickly as she picked herself up from the chair and smoothed down the fabric of her dress before making her way over.

Once she had reached the table, she started to fill her plate with a variety of tasty foods. And of course some treats like chocolate.

After Kourtney had filled up her plate almost full of foods, she started to pour a glass of punch. "Hopefully this isn't already spiked..." Her voice trailed off as her personal sprite found her way to her.

"Lady Kourtney are you doing alright? Just wanted to check in to make sure you're settling in well." The sprite told her before her eyes trailed down to her full plate of food. "Very well then." She smiled.

Kourtney smiled right back at her and nodded. "Thank you." She said quietly almost like a whisper before taking her plate and glass back to the table she was previously sitting at.

[Arcus]

Arcus just decided to choose a random group and try his luck. After all the faster he socialized the sooner he could sit on the sidelines and watch everyone else. For now though he would... mingle, so went up to a guy with a black mask and bright blue eyes. He didn’t really know what to say, so simply took a deep breathe and said. "Nice mask," before rustling through his paper. Wondering what was going on here in general.

[Megilwen]

Dark brown hair was piled neatly at top her head, a red and black mask neatly threaded through her hair holding it neatly in place. The red rose of the mask matching with the roses that adorned the dress where it flared in flowing tulle and red satin. Blue eyes glanced out from behind the mask as she hurried through the entry way. She was late or nearly late. She hated being late. To be on time was to already be late the way she saw it.

Arriving as fashionably late as any King should, the Ruler of Downtown rolled up in a vehicle that only could be described as the genetically engineered offspring of a car and a trike. Three wheels, but with a dune buggy style cab holding the rider. Screeching to a stop King Siks jumped out and teleported up behind his date lifting her up into his arms.

Smiling under his double mask the King spoke in his smooth accent.
"Well g'day to ya lassie, have any trouble finding the place?"

Having been heading purposefully to the ballroom, Meg was surprised to find herself swept from her feet from behind. She let out a startled squeak for it only to turn into laughter upon seeing her partner. He'd apparently arrived later then her, which did a bit for helping her not feel so guilty about being late herself.

"Finding the place was easy. It was getting away from work that was the hard part." She reached up to flick at his mask, with manicured fingers. "Seems a little overkill don't you think. Though I like the vest, it matches. Good choice."

The King let out a regal laugh and set his date down offering her his arm.
"I am known for my trademark mask lassie, cannot be seen without it or no one will know who I am. There are times for the ninja to be ninja, but there are also times for the King to be seen amongst his subject as he is." Adjusts mask and opens the door. "After you lassie." With a another masked smile Siks bows slightly motioning for Meg to enter.

Shakes her head, rolling her eyes slightly as he sets her down before she takes his arm. "A King who's been absent from his 'land' for a while now. There might be a new king if it keeps up." Nearing the door she smirks a little as he adjusts the mask over his mask and gives a polite 'thank you' as Siks holds open the door.

"So there is a little bit of a gentleman underneath there after all."

Taking his arm again, they move into the ballroom and toward the staircase as a little voice pipes up into the hall announcing them, to the already full hall.

"King Siksta Slathalin of the Downtown Realm and Megilwen."

Everyone mingling and chatting together. Meg kept the smile on her face, but internally she was scowling. She hated being late.

[Veloci]

Veloci was about to leave when he got no response from Onyx, when he heard someone say something behind him. He turned, and smiled. He processed what the other man said before bowing, and smirking. "Thank you, sir. Your mask isn't so bad either." He stood up straight, looking straight into the other person's eyes. "Now... May I help you with something, or did you just want to compliment my mask?" He asks, smiling more.

[Derpnaster]

Several minutes passed for Derpnaster, all filled with their comings and goings, mostly goings as many of the participants, most of who's names he realized were from that fun little PHP encoded and HTTP transported website he had used to fill the small gaps in his ever filled schedule.

This of course served to make things all the more observable as many people simply passed the plain looking man by, be it for food, or other more attractive company. Maybe it was the fact that he wore sunglasses instead of a mask like everyone else. Not that Derp cared in the slightest, there was after all a reason he worked as a system administrator. He just wasn't a people person.

That said he was rather shucked when a woman he didn't believe he knew came right up to him. looked him in the eyes and said hello followed by a polite gesture.
"What the heck." The man wondered to himself quite aloud.

[Halfbreed443]

“A mask is only beautiful when it has something to hide. If it was just lying about, then no one would pay much attention to it.” It was an interesting way to look at masks and somewhat true. "I would find it interesting, if a mask just laid about." She said with a hint of truth. "Some people are attracted to masks, their beauty and mysterious nature." She chuckled "In our case it is a metaphor for the computer screen we all sit behind everyday."

She gratefully took the cup of punch from him "Thank you" She added before taking a sip out of the cup. She eyed the food, not because she was hungry but because it was there. It's that feeling you get when there's food and everyone but you is eating. It somehow unconsciously obligates you to eat along with them, but she had to resist she'd already eaten unfortunately.

[Dire Hoef]

"Was it really that obvious? And here I was trying to be sneaky." Pulling softly at the bottom of his mask Max removed part of it, uncovering his mouth and chin while leaving the rest covered and taking a sip of his drink. "And that sucks, guess it's lucky I was forced to come. I usually stay clear of these kinds of thing, but this could be fun.......Wanna go raid the food table and see if they have anything interesting?"

Raiding of the Food


"I guess so," Hoef said as he took another sip - doing the same procedure as before. Hoef looked at Max with a soft glare before turning his body towards the food table, "If it means I drown out all the extra chatter with food then I will... Most definitely..." Hoef gestured towards the food table, "After you..."

[Liono]

Maybe he overreacted. He had a tendency to take things out of hand and anger people because of it. This is why he didn't what to be here. He made things weird and just ruined everything. It was just a fluke with Ani. I can save myself. I only said my name. "Oh Onyx. Who would think I would find you here. I'm sure you remember me." "Yes, from the Rep Machine thread, correct? The butter puns? "This is troublesome though. My cheap jokes won't work on you... not like they work on anyone else either." "Well, maybe they will," Onyx said, trying to smile. Onyx still felt uncomfortable talking with someone. Why wasn't I uncomfortable with Ani? Was it because she was his date?

[P.K.]

Once on the dance floor. Arc looks around and notice many participants either all standing near a wall, talking, eating, or having a ball. As the two walk. Arc notices some people he probably know, but with the clever masks and outfits. It's not entirely clear, but he does know is that he doesn't know most of the people here. After a few minutes of silence Arc looks at his little sister with a smile. "What would you like to do first? This is your night and I'll do what ever you would like to do." Arc tells P.K with a smile as he hugs her and lets her take the reigns.

P.K. had been gazing around the ball room, now she was sure she was hearing names she recognized and the people that came down the stairs where gorgeous! "Oh!" She looked to Trooper as he spoke. "But its your night to!" She insisted with a smile. There was so much going on at once! far to much for her to pay attention to all at once but she wouldn't want to drag around BB doing things he didn't want to do. "Its not like its a prom or anything, we both need to have fun." She looked around again at all that was going on. people where now starting to talk and interact with one another even some pairing off! She wondered... if a cretin someone would be here... She felt giddy! she really wanted to see him again and was sure he'd look fine in whatever he was dressed as... but she wasn't seeing him... Maybe he hadn't shown up yet... Maybe he wasn't coming...

She managed a sigh before looking back to her brother. "What about some food? are you hungry? or we could dance first." She suggested smiling as she clung to one of his arms. The mask felt funny on her face but that was probably because her real life ego didn't really like things on her face, But they were almost like sunglasses so they were fine. She looked up at BB as she thought, waiting upon his answer.

[Naraness]

"I knew I knew you from somewhere." A warm smile rose on Nara's lips as Omac introduced himself, offering her a piece of toast. She giggled, her posture relaxing as she grew comfortable in the presence of her friend. She took a bite of toast, licking the crumbs from her lips with a smile. "I'd love to dance, Omac..." Her eyes shone from behind her mask.

Just about then, her newly acquired dancing partner turned to a sprite, asking for something. The sprite was gone in a flash and appeared as quickly as it had come with a bouquet of roses. Nara gasped softly when Omac presented them to her. "For me? Oh you flattering lord of toast, you." Her fingers wrapped around the tightly bound stems of the flowers and she pulled the petals close to her face, breathing deeply. The scent of roses filled her lungs, bringing a wonderstruck expression to her face. "You're too kind, good sir." Nara smiled, handing the bouquet to a passing sprite. "Please take care of these for me."

"Of course, Madame Moderator Naraness!" The sprite chipped, taking the flowers with care.

Clearing her throat with a shy smile, Nara held out her hand to Omac- her date for the evening. "Shall we?"

[Clear]

"Boo."

"Gah!" The sudden voice was enough for Clear to jump and whip around, almost tripping as she did so in her haste – however, the risk of falling was quick to escape her mind upon seeing who it was that'd decided to surprise her, and instantly a grin overtook her features. She'd recognize the outfit of her own date anywhere, even in the sea of all the other mysterious individuals.

"Vesti!" Reaching up to give him a playful shove, Clear couldn't help the laughter that spilled from her lips. "You scared me, doofus! Is that how someone treats their date? Ah, but regardless–" and she looked him over before nodding, "–you look even more stunning than I'd expected. Clearly worthy of my stamp of approval, my good sir~!"

[SherbetTurtle]

Sherby waved Tatsuke off as she went up the stairs, "See you later!" She called out before looking around. She finished off her lemonade and put her glass away to the side so it was safe and wouldn't get smashed. Hmmm... Maybe I'll go dance... she thought, standing up and sorting out her dress. She made her way out onto the dance floor, luckily it was packed so hopefully nobody would spot her boogying by herself. She started to dance around a bit and nearly tripped over her dress. "Dang ball gowns, there so smegging unpractical..." She hissed, steadying herself and hoping nobody had witnessed her clumsiness. She started to dance again, keeping away to herself in a corner. I wonder when the host's going to get here?

[max shadow]

"If you insist." Pretending to not notice the look Max started to walk towards one of the food tables, making sure Hoef was following him before going to far. "You should try to relax and enjoy yourself a bit, how bad could it be? Worst comes to worst we could always fight out way out with butter knives if things go sour, I'm sure between us we could take a good few of them." He joked playfully after replacing the missing part of his mask, noting a group gathering around the tables, standing near a few others and watching the people on the dance floor, noting one woman almost trip on her gown. "So, what are you going to do if someone wants you to dance?"

[Sonic]

Mr. Hedgehog touched his mask abstractedly and wondered if the attractive quality she had attributed to it would transpose to the one wearing it. He did not think it unlikely and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so often, and decided that there had been no last time.

As she took to the drink, he developed a sudden fascination with her mouth. The cup she drank from concealed it, like a veil, and gave to it that same quality that a mask, Mr. Hedgehog had hoped, gave to its wearer—a quality that was at once magical and mysterious. He found himself wondering: How does this woman drink from her cup? Do her lips bite the contours or rather do they hug it, gently and seraph-like? No. That last reference did not apply here and yet, Mr. Hedgehog thought it all the same. To him, Breed’s drinking of the Punch was a religious experience no different than the apostles drinking wine at The Last Supper.

He thought all this in an instant, and in an instant it was gone. Mr. Hedgehog felt no reverence for her mouth, and her drinking from the Punch could be nothing more than a woman either quenching her thirst or participating in one of the norms of a party. (Somehow Mr. Hedgehog thought the latter more probable). Drinking from his own cup now, he scarcely heard her reference to a computer screen, but his reply was punctual; there was no awkward pause or unnecessary interlude to intimate that his mind had drifted away from their conversation:

“Do you prefer it that way?” asked him. “I mean, would you prefer it if no one you have role-played with see you in the flesh? And, in turn, that you see no one you’ve role-played with in the flesh? You might be afraid of what you see, after all.”

[Omac]

With a huge smirk on his face he moved towards the dance floor, pulling Naraness along as best as he could. When they reached the middle of the ballroom he breathed in the magical air around them. “It’s a nice night for a dance under the stars,” he wrapped his arms around her waist like they did the movies he would sometimes watch. With two left feet he began to move back and forth very slowly to the beat of the music hoping she would follow along. “Y-you look beautiful tonight,”

A blush crept up her cheeks, but there was no denying her smile. "Thanks." Nara said softly, her eyes shyly meeting his. "You also look very handsome, in fact quite charming." A playful laugh danced on her tongue as she swayed back and forth to the music, not concerned with fancy dance moves or anything in particular. Her gaze travelled the room, following the lights that floated in the air. "It's a beautiful night." She whispered softly, feeling a warm breeze sweep past her ankles from one of the open windows. I really hope my hands don't start sweating or something embarrassing like that…

Omac went along with the motions of the slow dance the best he could without really thinking about them. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about how everything seemed so fishy about this party. How did they pull it off? His racing thoughts were moving ten times faster than the way he moved on the dance floor. Why did they do this? He knew it was RPA’s eighth birthday, but he was still suspicious.

But, then it all melted away when he saw through the mask those eyes that could warm any heart. In her dress, Naraness looked beautiful, and made him feel like he’s never felt before. Omac listened carefully to the beat of the elegant music around him against the sound of his own heartbeat, “It’s almost… perfect,”

[MysticFire]

Vatin leaned against a wall in the ballroom watching others dance. he had his mask tilted up a bit so he could breathe a little easier. He really knew nobody here so he decided to keep to himself. Although he wouldnt turn down a woman if they wanted to dance. In truth he was more or less a gentleman than a good dancer.


((Mind is blaaank .-.))

[Dire Hoef]

"If you insist." Pretending to not notice the look Max started to walk towards one of the food tables, making sure Hoef was following him before going to far. "You should try to relax and enjoy yourself a bit, how bad could it be? Worst comes to worst we could always fight out way out with butter knives if things go sour, I'm sure between us we could take a good few of them." He joked playfully after replacing the missing part of his mask, noting a group gathering around the tables, standing near a few others and watching the people on the dance floor, noting one woman almost trip on her gown. "So, what are you going to do if someone wants you to dance?"

Another Dimension (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twLu9dytflU)


"Don't know," he simply said as he lifted his mask in upward motion taking another sip of his drink before letting it down again, "It really depends on who isn't with who, and who wants to dance with a Jamaican onion who knows how to party... I mean the only reason I ain't burning up the floor is because I don't want to burn this whole place down... I mean I have some sick moves.." Hoef raised his brows in passive-sexual manner to allude the fact that he makes sex jokes. I mean Hoef was that type of guy, and he didn't care for it. He didn't know when to stop. Basically it was a "non-stop-train" for him. Hehe. It builds a whole new meaning to the phrase "one-track mind". Hoef chuckled before staring towards where, the essential, music would be coming from, "I so want to take over that set... I would so tear this shit up!" He finally spoke in his most moderate tone - which was relatively loud.

[Arcus]

Arcus fell silent, not sure what to say. Even so, he supposed he should continue to try. "I pretty much have no idea what to say," he said honestly. Wondering who he was talking about or if he should introduce himself, as he thought he continued to shuffle through his papers. Since he was more comfortable in the papers, than he was around other people. Then thought about the ball room and looked around, wondering how long it took people or rather the sprites to put this together.

[DCaesar of Wakanda]

DC nodded at the guy's statement. "Yeah. This is actually pretty Awesome. And this is coming from a guy who stayed home from his senior prom to watch youtube videos." DC responded with a bit of a chuckle. So Eli was behind all this. Now everything made so much sense. The horses on the walls, the castle, everything! Eli herself was magical so it wasn't really a surprise anymore to DC how he had managed to get teleported from his room to here. He just couldn't deny how perfectly everything seemed to fall into place.

Seeing in the corner of his eye however, the girl that he had run into earlier[Miyo] walk over to a table and pick from a container jelly beans. Noticing her reaction to it, DC concluded that the flavor of the beans must have been undesirable. Taking note of the clue of her tongue sticking out, it must have meant that whatever she had was spicy. Cinnamon. DC chuckled a bit. "Excuse me for a minute." He said to the guy. He hated to say hello and run, but it looked like the girl needed some help.

He grabbed one of the grape juice glasses from the guy that had just walked passed him and the other guy. Approaching with a smile, he handed it to her. He had grabbed grape specifically because it was sweet, and sweet usually gotten rid of spice, milk being the exception. Getting there around the same time that another girl had[AniahLeopard], he nodded. "Hey. Take this, I think it'll help." DC said with a smile, attempting to hand it over to her.

[Mystress of Shadows]

As everything melted into something new, Myst was taken aback. From her gorgeous dress decorated in black feathers to the grand staircase leading up to the ornate doors, everything was even better than the fantasies she had had when she was younger.

However, when she arrived, there was no one else around her. She saw the last person enter the doors, and seconds later, those doors began to slide shut little by little. Myst realized that there was no way in Hell she was missing this party and sprinted as well as she could up the stairs, which wasn't an easy task with heels. Luckily, she managed to slip in at the last second, barely avoiding getting her dress caught in the door. It was in the process that she managed to knock over the sprite that was supposed to announce her name.

"Sorry," she mouthed as she continued on her way towards the party. Please don't let anyone have seen that. It was the exact opposite of a Cinderella entrance. Out of breath. Clumsy. It could only have gone worse if I managed to fall down these steps. Honestly, the thought of someone falling down the steps, even herself, amused her, and a small smile appeared at the corners of her lips with it.

Silently, she slipped down the stairs in hope that no one noticed her little shenanigan. Now that she was here, though, she needed to find someone she knew. Her eyes flitted from person to person, a large number of them not even familiar to her. From the looks of it, no one she knew was here. Except there was. Across the way, she spotted two figures heading towards the food table, and she smiled more fully. One of them she would recognize from a mile away before even seeing their face any day. Even if no one else she knew well was there, Hoef had still arrived, and from the looks of it, he was a bachelor for the night.

She approached him, purposely trying to make her steps less noticeable the closer she got in an effort to surprise the young man. Gently, she tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned, she greeted him. "Glad to see at least you're here, Hoef. Mind if I join you?"

[Dire Hoef]

As everything melted into something new, Myst was taken aback. From her gorgeous dress decorated in black feathers to the grand staircase leading up to the ornate doors, everything was even better than the fantasies she had had when she was younger.

However, when she arrived, there was no one else around her. She saw the last person enter the doors, and seconds later, those doors began to slide shut little by little. Myst realized that there was no way in Hell she was missing this party and sprinted as well as she could up the stairs, which wasn't an easy task with heels. Luckily, she managed to slip in at the last second, barely avoiding getting her dress caught in the door. It was in the process that she managed to knock over the sprite that was supposed to announce her name.

"Sorry," she mouthed as she continued on her way towards the party. Please don't let anyone have seen that. It was the exact opposite of a Cinderella entrance. Out of breath. Clumsy. It could only have gone worse if I managed to fall down these steps. Honestly, the thought of someone falling down the steps, even herself, amused her, and a small smile appeared at the corners of her lips with it.

Silently, she slipped down the stairs in hope that no one noticed her little shenanigan. Now that she was here, though, she needed to find someone she knew. Her eyes flitted from person to person, a large number of them not even familiar to her. From the looks of it, no one she knew was here. Except there was. Across the way, she spotted two figures heading towards the food table, and she smiled more fully. One of them she would recognize from a mile away before even seeing their face any day. Even if no one else she knew well was there, Hoef had still arrived, and from the looks of it, he was a bachelor for the night.

She approached him, purposely trying to make her steps less noticeable the closer she got in an effort to surprise the young man. Gently, she tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned, she greeted him. "Glad to see at least you're here, Hoef. Mind if I join you?"

Fixing The Suns Of What Is Right


Hoef turned around and gave a small smirk of surprise, "Well, well..." His suavity was personally coy towards this rather gentle, but temperament, voice. Tender was the voice he heard, but he didn't even need to hear the voice to know who it was. He shook his head as he gestured his head towards the entrance, "Nice of you to join us this on beautiful... Evening?" "Myst," he smirked as he stepped pass her a couple paces before turning towards her, "I wouldn't mind if you done so..." 'My suave level is out of fucking control,' Hoef thought as he bent forward - with the cup high in the air - showing a sense of formality. Smooth and calm was his bow before he turned to the dance floor and sighed heavily as he returned to his original spot and gave a passing glance at Max and then he returned his gaze to Myst, "Well I won't be doing much this... Evening...? So there's always that..."

[Miyopup]

Miyo noticed someone familiar coming over to her and was a little confused. Miyo always remembered a face, but could she attach a name or identity to a face? No, no she could not. Miyo stuck her tongue back in her mouth and saw the man before her offer her grape juice- which was literally her favorite. She remembered sitting with her best friend at five and drinking the stuff to her heart's content.
"Hey. Take this, I think it'll help." He said with a smile. Miyo automatically smiled back -she couldn't help but smile at people who smiled at her- and gratefully took the cup from his hands, downing it in one swig like it was a shot.
"Phew! Thanks, you saved me." Miyo giggled a little and titled her head to the side. "Hey. You're the guy I bumped into- how'd you like that sandwich- Uh I mean, sorry about that, I probably ruined your groove." Miyo laughed nervously. She really liked to blabber sometimes.
"I'm Miyo, by the way."

[Miyopup]

(Sorry! Phone glitch!)

[spooky]

"I'm just going to go get some food," I tell Griffin politely, and then I excuse myself to head over to the heavenly aroma of the delicious mouth-watering platters of food.

"Oh, there's so much food," I whisper awed. I grab a plate, and I look at from left to right, eyeing each delicacy that sits before me, just waiting for me to eat them. Licking my lips, I grab a heavy meat and dressing packed sandwich and put it on my plate. I hungrily take a bite out of the triangle sandwich and my eyes nearly water at how tasty this is. Gulping loudly and forgetting my manners, I snarf down the whole sandwich, looking as if I hadn't had anything to eat in years. I start grabbing two more of these sandwiches, not realizing that there is a smear of red sauce on my right cheek.

[DCaesar of Wakanda]

DC could only chuckle again at her nervous laughter. "Glad I could help. The sandwich was pretty good and you could call me DC." He said, purposefully a responding to each part of her statement. He didn't think it to be too weird still. The thumbs of his hands went into his pants pockets. His grandfather told him that the well dressed man was never to put his hands into his pockets but DC couldn't help himself. He didn't feel any different from normal, besides DC was just trying to work on being himself, not the 'well dressed man' or anything like that. He smiled at Miyo though. "And don't worry, you didn't throw off my groove." He said with a bit of a laugh as he made reference to an old disney movie (The Emperor's New Groove).

[RedKayne]

He felt the soft contact of her hand within his own, holding each other as they headed towards the dance floor. She held a lovely smile upon her face, apparently very much enjoying his company. It was nice to see her comfortable now within this surreal setting. Just a few short minutes ago, Kayne had to suppress a laugh as Maya fumbled placing an empty champagne glass on a table. Now, her presence seemed to blossom, which Kayne certainly appreciated.

His eyes wandered around the ballroom, watching many of the other guests enjoying their time here. There were quite a few people that Kayne from his previous adventures of role-playing. There was Keep O'inn, whom Kayne actually battled against during the second round of the Rumble, but unfortunately their match ended early due to Kayne's forfeit and departure for Field Training. He wished that he could have stuck around longer for the Rumble, he more than likely would have made it far like last year, but the adventures of real life certainly take more of a priority.

He also noticed his companions, The Doctor and Kris, wandering around as each other's date. Mr. Crimson smiled to himself, and probably would speak to them later and introduce his new date to them. Hopefully Maya wouldn't do anything silly like that fumbling with that glass earlier. Wait.. scratch that, of course Kayne hoped something like that would happen again, it was quite adorable the first time and would be even more adorable the second.

Finally, the two of them reached the dance floor, and Kayne turned to face the beauty before him. "Hmm," a slightly lopsided smile formed on his face, contemplating how to answer Maya's question about how he learned to dance. "Well, the academy more focused upon teaching us on how to be leaders, which including making hospital corners on beds and rolling shirts the proper way," Kayne jested slightly. "There wasn't really any time to teach us on how to dance, but there were formals like this one. They just didn't have the magical atmosphere like this one does, though. I usually refrain from dancing during those formals also."

But then, Kayne placed his free hand upon Maya's hip, laying it against her side nicely. His other hand slightly tightened his grip on her own, almost reassuring her that the two of them would have a good time here. He pulled her slightly closer to him, knowing that the two of them cannot help but be drawn closer to each other. "However, I suppose I can make an exception for this formal," he whispered quietly into her ear.

[Vestige Warrior]

Vestige couldn't help but chuckle as Clear whirled around to face him. Her dress and her mask were just as beautiful as he remembered them, even if he didn't know why he remembered them to begin with. His ears began to redden as she complimented his attire. "Oh stop. You give me too much credit," he replied with a smile. "But you... you look amazing!" After taking more than a couple looks up and down, Vestige lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the top of her fingers. It was an old tradition, but something he still enjoyed, having determined it to be a nice romantic gesture without being terribly creepy.

"How long have you been here? I hope I didn't keep you waiting long."

[Mystress of Shadows]

As Hoef bowed to her, she gave a small curtsy in return, as well as a small laugh. "You know, just cause we're dressed formally doesn't mean we have to act that way." At that moment, her eyes fell upon the food table laden with everything imaginable, including sweets. "For instance, I can eat chocolate how I choose."

It took just two steps for her to be in front of the assorted bite-sized chocolates, and one fluid motion to pluck one up and toss it in the air. However, the delectable piece of Heaven seemed to defy her will as it fell towards her nose rather than her mouth. The few seconds that should have been executed perfectly took a turn for the worse as the little sweet bounced off her nose and towards the ground. In a frantic attempt to save it, Myst thrust her hand out, caught it, and popped it into her mouth manually.

A few seconds passed as her mind processed the awkward series of actions she had just performed, and with reddening cheeks, she turned to face Hoef and his friend. As she swallowed the chocolate, she glared and finally spoke. "Forget that just happened."

After she recomposed herself, she turned towards Hoef's companion with a slight smile and whispered to him, "You don't mind if I take him from you, right?" Whether or not Hoef could hear what she said, it didn't matter. She'd find a way to be alone with him eventually.

[Maya]

Champagne was known for making things get a little tipsy. Especially people and glasses, apparently. Having only one small glass, Maya most certainly wasn't drunk or even buzzed. As for the glass, it may have imbibed a bit too much to remain standing upright. Yep, she's going to go with that and the lump in the tablecloth because she surely wasn't clumsy...much. Kayne was so nice, it didn't take long to grow at ease, find that smile and readily let him lead her to the dance floor.

The space was quickly growing more crowded, practically blooming in gowns of every color imaginable as couples started to take their place on the floor. Maya recognized some faces, a few she could even place a name to..Juicesir, The Barbarian, Crazywolf, Sonic..even The Doctor. Usually people she'd played with or picked on. Most were part of the RPA collective there'd not been a chance to meet yet.

"This place is amazing." Gazing up at the stars on the ceiling which gave the impression of being outdoors. If Maya was lucky, she wouldn't do something silly or embarrassing in the company of Kayne's closest friends. If not so lucky, it wouldn't be the first time or the last so she knew how to roll with it and could only hope whatever the slip may be, everyone else had a sense of humor and was able to laugh about it as well.

Music was her first love; but, dancing came in a close second. The combination of both always created a happy Maya. As they approached the dance floor, her eyes skimmed across the other faces now moving along the ballroom floor. Some danced as if they floated on air, others seemed to be so busy concentrating on the steps so as not to break their partners toes, it was possible they'd forgotten their was a partner at all.

He'd find she was a good listener and genuinely interested in learning more about him. "I guess you don't join the military to learn how to dance. Though, I'm not sure what hospital corners and shirt rolling have to do with being a leader. Builds discipline and routine I guess. Do you like it so far?" She'd give him a little side glance when he spoke of normally refraining from dancing. "Well, if you don't want to.." Far be it for her to force him into the throng of people circling the dance floor. They could always talk or eat or spill champagne on each other.

In complete contrast to what he'd said, Kayne began leading her out to dance. The soft touch of his hand on her hip caused her pulse to race faster as they stepped onto the floor together to claim a spot. Her left arm draped around his neck as the other rested comfortably in his hand, letting him be the guide and set the pace along with the music. Pulling her in closer, she could feel the color rising in her cheeks; but, that smile was ever present. As their eyes met, she felt a spark of electricity in the air between them. Maybe it was the surroundings, maybe it was the starlight above, the atmosphere or magic; but, there was the sudden desire to kiss him. Not something she'd normally do after a few short moments. Safe to say, Maya suppressed those urges as the rest of the revelers engulfed them in the rhythm and music.

[MysticFire]

Vatin sighed and stood away from leaning against the wall. He had his mask in his hand as he searched for a chair to recline in. He saw a few people he made friends with but didn't go to greet and say hello as he kept walking to an empty table he found searching. It seemed to be against the wall so as he sat he leaned back his pale-ish eyes looked back to the ballroom floor as he watched the people dance

[Miyopup]

"DC, that's a pretty cool name- even if it isn't your real one, since this IS a masquerade party and we only use usernames." Miyo smiled then put the grape juice down on the table, turning her head toward the band. She laughed at DC's comment. "Oh well I'm glad I didn't ruin your groove, wouldn't want that." Miyo took a breath and sighed. The ball seemed pretty relaxed at the moment and she smiled slightly at the care free atmosphere.

"I get the feeling something big will happen when the person who set all this up arrives and there definitely won't be time for dancing then. Would you like to dance sir?" Miyo feigned a British accent on her last sentence, trying to seem extremely classy. "I'm only asking for formality, I don't take no for an answer actually." Miyo was proud at her classiness and started to walk toward the middle of the room, expecting DC to follow. Well, hopefully he would follow, Miyo thought. She did know she could sometimes be a little overwhelming to people.

[Toon Yoshi]

Toon looked down from the wall. Did I really just stare at the artwork for that long? Well, it was very detailed. A feature he valued in a picture. Anyways, I need to socialize with people. I wonder if I know anyone here? He took a sip of his punch. It seemed to be filled with colleagues from RPA. Many people were in small groups of two or three. Did they know each other in real life, or did I miss a trick or two? He turned quickly around, and his tie swung out, kind of like a tongue. That explains the tie. He grinned at the thought of his costume resembling Yoshi. He decided that he'd recognize someone somehow if he found them. Alright, now to find some RPA folks. He headed near the edge of the dance floor and looked around, tie swinging as he did so.

[KodaStar]

Koda was still very new to RPA and suddenly felt very exposed at the thought that she did not know anyone here. Or at least she didn't know if she knew someone. She had not quite made any friends and she only had one friend on her profile, Onyxdragon. She did not know what he looked like though so that was kind of a lost cause. She rubbed her fingers together, she squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. There was a lot going on and she was having a hard time keeping up with anything. She decided to instead go onto the dance floor and enjoy the music as she continued to look around. She felt uncomfortable alone and wanted to reach out and grab a stranger that was by themselves and dance but with so many people it was hard to tell who was still alone or simply separated temporarily from a partner. She noticed someone on the edge of the dance floor whose tie was swinging. She giggled to herself as his outfit reminded her of Yoshi. She really liked Yoshi. She decided to be brave and say hi to the stranger. She swayed as she walked up and said, "Hi, I like your outfit."

[DCaesar of Wakanda]

DC let a small grin creep up his lips as she complimented him on his name. Not many people have, not that he cared all that much but he appreciated it. In the small moment of silence, DC flipped his hat from back to front as he had been wearing it backwards for all this time. Listening to her statement as she asked him to dance, she quickly answered her own question. He chuckled when she pretended to have a British accent to sound more formal.

He didn't mind if she wasn't as he wasn't really either. Doesn't take no for an answer? He liked it. He loved dancing. Although he mostly listened to hip hop and other more upbeat types of music, he did like classical music as well. He didn't mean to just leave the guy he was talking to already in the wind but he was rather....distracted with the challenge of ballroom dancing. He quickly skipped up behind her, shifting around away from her line of vision until he was in front of her.

When he did, it appeared that he was pretty light on his feet, as though he had danced before. Grabbing her hand ever so lightly into his and began to dance with her. He appeared relaxed and kinda layed back, yet at the same time he felt really nervous in his head. He had never danced with a girl before, especially at any masquerade ball. He hoped he didn't do too badly.

[AngelDellaNotte]

Angel looked around the room sipping from her drink. It looked like most everyone was here now. Some people were talking, other eating and a few had already hit the dance floor. Angel wasn't particularly hungry so we looked away from the buffet to the dance floor. Thinking she wasn't much of a dancer even though she loved music she decided it wasn't a good time to embarrass herself with her lack of coordination. Still being fairly new here she didn't recognize many people, the masks didn't help so she wasn't sure who to talk to. Her eyes fell on a violin sitting on a chair near the band. The musician must have taken a break and left it there. Angel walked over to the instrument picking it up. The violin had always been her favorite instrument and she had wanted for many years to learn to play but never found the time. She had at one point even bought a violin that now sat in her closet collecting dust. She wondered they were in a fantasy world where pixies existed, she had a magical flask that filled back up on it's own and earlier she swore she saw a man jump off the side of the castle only to be brought back by pixies. This no doubt was a magical realm. Testing her theory out Angel picked the violin up and put it to her shoulder. She took the bow and slid it across the strings. To her surprise her fingers moved on their own and she began accompanying the band the notes from the violin matching those of the song playing.

[AniahLiepard]

Seeing as Miyo was busy, Ani decided to go to where Clear was. "Lady? Would she prefer that?" Ani softly giggled at the thought. She went over to where her friend was and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hi Clear," Ani said softly before she could turn around and notice her.

[Derpnaster]

As more people moved toward the center of the massive ballroom, which meant less people were crowding around Derpnaster and his little stool and table.
Derp decided to take a little bit of the punch which had a strong flavor for his taste, too much sugar, and he decided to go find more tame drink.

On his way to get such a drink Derp heard the peals of violin music, a music he enjoyed for the skill involved in its making.
He turned his head in search of the source of the music and found a woman, not dressed like the others it seamed, playing away at the instrument. Taking a risk he made his way to her and decided to introduce himself.
"Good evening madam, you play beautifully. "

[Kourtney]

Kourtney licked her lips softly as she looked down at her full plate of food. Moving in and out of people, she finally made it back to her seat. Sitting down, adjusting her dress once again, she started to eat the food quietly. Ever once in a while glancing over at the dance floor and watching people dance.

Everything must be going very smoothly so far. She told herself in her mind with a hint of a smile creeping upon her face as she caught sight of girls dressed up in some gorgeous dresses and masks with guys, handsomely in tuxes and a variety of masks.

Kourtney sighed as she picked up her glass of punch and pressed it up to her mouth before searching for the host. "I don't see her yet." She muttered with a soft smile on her lips before drinking some of her punch.

After finishing her food and punch, she got up from her seat, pushing it in and making her way to the trash cans where she threw her things away. Smirking, Kourtney's eye caught some equine framed decor. She also had a thing for horses and such. A split second later, she decided to examine the piece more. It was beautiful. This whole thing was beautiful. She thought.

[AngelDellaNotte]

Angel opened her eyes at hearing someone say, "Good evening madam, you play beautifully." She hadn't realized that she had closed her eyes. The music just taken her over.

"Huh?" Angel said lowing the bow and violin. "I would love to take credit but I think that the credit should go to the violin and not me. It has a mind of it's own. I'm Angel by the way."

[AngelDellaNotte]

Angel opened her eyes at hearing someone say, "Good evening madam, you play beautifully." She hadn't realized that she had closed her eyes. The music just taken her over.

"Huh?" Angel said lowing the bow and violin. "I would love to take credit but I think that the credit should go to the violin and not me. It has a mind of it's own. I'm Angel by the way."

[Griff]

"Great! So..."

Griffin was at a loss of what to do. The place was huge, and she saw many different couples.

"Um... We could talk to other people? I'm not exactly sure what to do..." She ruffled the back of her hair awkwardly.

[RedKayne]

The two began their dance, taking their part in celebrating the eighth birthday of Role-Playing Adventures. For the first time tonight, their two souls intertwined as they danced together to the ballroom ballet. Even though Kayne does not consider himself a dancer, his movements appeared to be very smooth, and there were no struggles of stepping on each other's toes. They swam across the ocean of the dance floor, gliding easily amongst the other dancers.

A broad smile filled Kayne's face, as he could not keep his eyes off of his partner, his date for the night. He especially paid close attention to her bright smile and glimmering hazel eyes. And he hoped she was enjoying herself just as much as he was, if not more.

"To answer your earlier question," Kayne began taking a step forward and then to the side as they continued with their graceful movement. "All that work making hospital corners and properly folding shirts not only helped build discipline and routine, but also enhanced our attention to detail. Any small errors, whether its a wrinkle in the bed corner, or an uneven fold on the shirt, meant an officer screaming at you in the face," he stated aloud. The days of his military training were certainly the best days he never wanted to have again. They were interesting and unique and fun in their own manner, but that is a once-in-a-lifetime experience he rather not have again.

"And to prove that it helped out with my attention to detail..." Kayne began slowly, practically forming a mischievous smile. "I noticed the how you licked your lips as I wiped my own with that handkerchief," he told her, referencing back to when he wiped away the strawberry juice from his lips. "I can notice the ways your hazel eyes twinkle with a bright light, and how your cheeks blush slightly as we dance together at this moment," he continued, never stopping his movement. The hand on Maya's hip slid across to the small of her back, before pulling her even closer to Mr. Crimson Casanova.

"And I can feel the way how your heart races right now," he whispered to her quietly, his gaze never leaving her own. His head was leaning down, and at this moment, their lips were only a few centimeters away. They both knew very well that there was an undeniable need for the two of them to be even closer together, and just a small movement on either of their parts would their an intimate physical connection between the two. However, before either would take the initiative, Kayne suddenly pulled away and stepped back from her grasp.

"Come," he beckoned her with his small, confident smile as he would lead her to the nearby balcony. Whether it was utter coincidence or Kayne's master plan, they somehow managed to arrive at the corner of the dance floor and right next to a balcony that lead to the outside cool night air.

[Arthera]

She turned around too late, certain that someone had spoken to her, but the generalized noise of dozens of people mixed with the echo of the hall made it hard to be certain unless you spoke face-to-face to another. As it was, she turned to see no one standing nearby her addressing her. Must have been a passing person talking to another further past Arielle. There was a lot more mingling indoors now where at first there were the couples and the loners. Now people were talking to each other, couples were grouping together, friends shared a few moments on the forums.

It was a tad sad that still so far she knew no one other than the self-titled Crimson Casanova, and what she believed to be Siks being announced a few moments ago. It was to be expected, the forums were rather large, and she hadn't participated in that many RPs since she joined. Maybe if she tagged more than one or two at a time she could have more chances to meet new people. Arielle would have to think about that once the whole ball was over. Depending how it would end and how things would be changed from having attended said event.

The thought that perhaps time wasn't passing in the "real world" while she was here was strong, or that a copy of her had been made in this magical real? Maybe she had fallen asleep and this was a dream? Would she get to keep the dress?! A flurry of thoughts, as quickly shaken off and stored for later. Now was not the time to think about after the event, but to enjoy the event as it was.

Since the event had not been officially launched yet, Arielle took the moment to head to the food table and grab something to eat and drink, before it was all empty. Although there seemed to be faeries attending them and restocking constantly. Taking a small plate, she scooped up a few pieces of fruit and a glass of what seemed to be white wine. She smiled and nodded at those hanging around near her, lightly lifting her glass in a silent cheer before taking something to energize her before the inevitable dancing started.

[Elizabeth16]

All at once, the sprites seemed to get busier. Their brightly colored faces were absolutely on a mission, each one with his or her own purpose, the little gold and silver bodies simply shining in excitement. With their energy increasing, the shine in the whole of the castle seemed a little brighter.

"Are they having fun? How many people came?" Eli was pacing in her room upstairs, at the very top of her tower, anxiously trying to glance out the window any time she passed it. There were small sprites trying to place rose colored flowers in her light brown hair as she turned this way and that. "Oh, some must have missed the magic opening, they'll miss the ball." She turned again, to the high-whine of the magical creatures doing their very best to keep up. Elizabeth had spent the week making this place for her most fantastic guest. Each detail, from the shade of gold the shimmers would shine to the dresses everyone would wear, to the arrangement of foods from things they had never heard of to Burger King available on china plates, it had been almost all she could think about. One perfect, absolutely magical night, for all of RPA, she thought, lifting the skirts of her pale rose and silvered colored dress up before trying to look out the window once more. Members arriving, friends arriving, one by one... each new colorful dress or distinctively handsome suit made her want to dance and play and worry with simple happiness. "Can you imagine what it will be like? To meet everyone and, at a masquerade?" She turned and grabbed one of the sprites by the hand, spinning around with her in a typical burst of energy.

"Lady Eli," came a bell-like voice from the door way, which was made of two rearing unicorns. "Your guests have all arrived. You should come downstairs and get the night started."

"Yes." Elizabeth lifted her dress up higher, and began to skip and run down the stairs, the broadest smile playing across her freckled face, the shining gold specks of light dust all around reflecting in her blue eyes. At one point, thinking of all that needed to be done, she came to a sliding stop, to face a portrait of a yellow thong. That just won't do, she thought. With a touch of her lithe finger, she was gone again, bouncing to the ball room, leaving behind a portrait of the number eight, made up of every user's avatar.

In the ballroom and around the castle, the sprites had kindly pushed everyone into the ballroom, even teleporting those who tried to refuse or were simply too far in a puff of glitter. Elizabeth came to a stop outside the door, bouncing on her bare tip toes to go inside. "Wait, wait," the sprites called again. They dropped her high heels in front of her. "You can't go in without these," they said, before placing a white and gold mask on her face after she had slipped into the shoes.

"It is a masquerade," Eli smiled, wanting to hug the small creatures. They chimed and shoo'ed at her to get inside. With a deep breath, attempting to hold back all of her excitement and nervousness, the doors to the ballroom opened. Elizabeth, taking a step forward, lost her breath. She had imagined it, fussed over it, and danced alone in it, but to see her Shimmering Ballroom, full of colors and faces and lights... it was more perfect in every way than she could have thought.

"Introducing your hostess for the Eighth Birthday Masquerade Celebrate, Lady Elizabeth, RPA's Residential Sweetheart and staff of RPA."

Don't trip, don't trip, smile, don't trip.

As she took each step one at a time, trying to be as delicate and careful as she could, her soft dress flowing behind her on the steps and engravings catching light in just the right ways, the music began to change. The invisible orcherstra began to play a soft waltz, as the partners were hinting to line up in just the right way.

"We would invite you to start of this evening of festivities with the first dance."

In two lines, on either side of the stairs, dates stood next to one another, the soft gold glitter already dancing and shining in between them. For the men who had been left without members to dance with, several step in sprites in ball gowns and masks stepped in. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Elizabeth gave a smile that one only gives to a dear friend. "Oh, Storm." The handsome gentleman waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs sent a swell of happiness through her heart. "I would be honored if you would share this dance."

When he bowed, his lips forming a careful smile, as all of the men and partners, as if they knew what to do and their feet moved for them, moved in front of their partners and did the same, she curtsied, stepping off the final stair. "No, my dear lady," he said to only her, eyes focused from behind his mask. "It is I who would be so honored as to have your hand." The dance (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRTVoN95miM) that followed was slow and absolutely perfect. Only the slightest of missteps could break through the magic that was the swirling dresses and tall men, swirling in each other's arms in perfect unison underneath what might as well have been stars.

"Thank you," she whispered to Storm, going into the first twirl.

"What for?" Nick smiled as they spun once more to the music. "You are absolutely stunning." Elizabeth looked down, but laughed as his strong hands lifted her into the air in time with every partner there. "I know how much you put into creating this world," he whispered back to her as he raised his hand and let her twirl with him. "I should be thanking you."

"Stop," Eli said, eyes shining in the light. It was, the best introduction dance the masquerade could have expected. Something from a movie scene, maybe even more magical. When the music did stop and the call for change of partners or ready again for the next dance was made, Nick raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

"My dear Eli."

She shyly laughed him away, stepping back to watch the others get ready for the next dance. Those who wished to return to the walls could, or those who wanted to dance would know the steps to another classic time-dance made for halls and costumes just as these. It would be a few more songs before she would share her birthday gift with them. The masquerade had officially started.

[Liono]

Onyx had hoped to talk more with Crazydawg, to make up for the negative thoughts he had about him. But that all slowly faded away.

"Introducing your hostess for the Eighth Birthday Masquerade Celebrate, Lady Elizabeth, RPA's Residential Sweetheart and staff of RPA."

Wow, Eli's the hostess? I couldn't have guessed. Though, those horse statues were a huge clue, huh... The music had changed to a 'dancy' kind of music, and he went to seek out Ani. "Would you like to dance?" Onyx said to his date. He waited for a reply. He saw as Eli dance with a masked man, and wondered if he could do the same for Ani. He never danced before, let alone with another person. Onyx didn't know what to say. He didn't know what the steps were, most likely ending on her foot.

As they danced around and around, Onyx felt great. He didn't know how, but he didn't mess up. As they circled around each other, he stayed quiet. He didn't feel like making noise, just focusing on his feet and enjoying the moment. As soon as the dance ended, Onyx stayed close to Ani, he felt comfortable around her. "I hoped you enjoyed it."

[Soulio]

Soul was walking about, still at it with his introductions, when everything died down and their gracious host was announced by the sprite.

"Not as grandiose as I expected, but at last, we've finally been introduced to the host!" Soul mumbled, respectfully bowing as she passed by and the dance began.

Before it was even started, sprites began pushing him towards someone at random, and as he looked around, he noticed many other sprites doing the same to others. It was clear they were matching everyone up so as to have a proper dance partner for the first dance of the night. Soul was paired up with someone in a tux, clearly a woman simply be the looks of her hair length and her facial features. She had blue eyes of interesting hue, but nonetheless, Soul stepped into position, and began the dance.

They were both relatively silent during the whole dance, only giving one another a slight hello at the beginning. It was unbelievably awkward, and it made Soul anxious. He desperately hoped that she didn't think he was put off by her.

Almost as quick as it began, the first dance ended, and when he saw a good handful of guests walk back to the wall, he caught sight of the girl from before.

"Excuse, me, madam. It was a pleasure to dance with you," Soul said, bowing and setting off for the girl. It was obvious she had a partner, but it meant nothing to him.

A sprite fluttered by, carrying a small vase of flowers, a mix of roses and poppies and forget-me-nots. He gracefully plucked a deep red rose from the vase, weaving in and out of the couples still on the ballroom floor, managing to make it to the girl.

He bowed deep, his right hand sweeping to the side, "You look ravishing, mi'lady. If I may, shall I have this dance with you?" he asked, holding out the rose to her (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=24919), taking a quick glance at her partner, who seemed to be more focused on why he and everyone else was here rather than the angelic sight before the two men.

"I don't bite, I swear it," he said, a warm smile on his lips.

[Miyopup]

Miyo was impressed and delighted as the Hostess entered the room, she looked very pretty as she graciously glided down the stairs. She really looked like she had done this a hundred times. Maybe she was a princess in her free time. The music changed to a elegant and a little fast paced dance. Miyo was ready for the challenge though, she curtsied to her partner and smiled a bit mischievously.

"Think you can handle this dance?" Miyo put her hand on his shoulder, her hand was already in his since they had started to dance already.

Through the whole dance Miyo was overjoyed at the complicated but fun dance. She hoped her date was having as much fun as she was. A big smile was placed on her face everytime there was a big spin and she would watch her dress rise an inch. It swished gently as she twirled. Miyo was a bit breathless when the dances ended and she brushed a bit of hair from her face.

"Phew! That was Delightful!" Miyo giggled then curtsied out of politeness. "Thank you for dancing with me young sir. Now I need refreshments if I'm going to dance the night away!" With that, Miyo swirled through the crowd toward the fruit punch.

[Tatsuke]

As the shimmering glitter transported Tats and Lorne to the ball room. She looked around in time to hear the announcement of Lady Elizabeth. The hostess had finally arrived and with it the change of music. The sprites had started to gather everyone with their partners. Everyone but Lorne and her. Tats looked to Lorne and smiled, a slight red coming to her cheeks as she looked to him.

"I guess this means we are to dance together.." Tats said softly and could hardly be heard over the music that played. 'I was going to ask him anyway, guess I don't have to now.. she thought looking to him. It was at least a slow song which was good. She could hardly keep up it had been a fast pace. She was swept off her feet, she didn't even know she could dance. This was truly a magical night. Looking to Lorne who seemed pretty shocked as well as the moved across the floor.

There were able to do everything that the others were doing, it was like they were all dancing to a rhythm of the music. Each person knowing where to step and what to do. It was so magical to be synced with everyone. Feeling dizzy once the music had ended. She lead Lorne over to a wall and blushed a little.

'That was interesting, my first ever dance. Well besides with a crummy boyfriend. I don't wish to think of that though. Tonight is awesome so far,' Tats smiled to Lorne, she didn't mind having him as a partner. He seemed so down outside. She hoped his mood had changed, even a little. He looked kind of cool in his gold and black skull mask. It was totally different than just an ordinary mask. Then again a lot of people had different masks than her own.

'Should I ask him to stay with me for the night? It'd be better than being alone. I'm sure if I walk off I'll just hide in the shadows and not come out at all...' Tats thought to herself before coming up with the courage to ask Lorne,"Do you want to just stay together for the ball? It's better than being here alone.."

[Price]

Price had downed his drink and had freshened up just in time for the festivities to truly begin. It appeared that his date Miss Queen would be showing up rather late to the party, but that would not deter the normally introverted young soul from exploring this evening. Price had lurked silently on the forums for nearly two years now. This ball would provide the perfect opportunity for him to overcome his shy persona and hopefully to leave a lasting impression and make a few friends a long the way. Whilst pondering these thoughts, the sprites announced the host.

"Introducing your hostess for the Eighth Birthday Masquerade Celebrate, Lady Elizabeth, RPA's Residential Sweetheart and staff of RPA.” Price clapped his gloved hands together gently, applauding her arrival. The young man immediately felt unnerved by her elegant presence. Truth be told, Eli was one of the several individuals that Price immediately looked up to when he first arrived in the community. She was beautiful inside and out, kind, and most importantly genuine. Any one of those qualities would catch Price’s attention, but for one individual to truly possess them all was grounds for Price’s admiration. Since the poor kid was shy though, he was left admiring her from afar never daring to talk to her. After all, all Price could see in himself was his faults and flaws. It only made sense for the young man to be intimidated by the beauty, the talent, and the kindness that was so easily found among the site’s household names with Lady Elizabeth most definitely included. Looking at her now, Price was arrested by her beauty. Butterflies took flight in his stomach as a small smile formed. He was just a standard looking guy. While maybe not ugly, he was by no means handsome. He was definitely out of his league. While everyone else around him went about their business, Price felt himself shrink in his shoes.

Price had vowed that this night would be the night that he would prove to himself that he did in fact fit in with the wonderful personalities on the site...but for now he needed to work up the nerve to even move along the dance floor. It was in this moment that Price was suddenly relieved that his date was a no show. Fumbling with a nameless sprite would allow him to find courage much easier than trying to impress any of the beautiful ladies on the site. When partners were switched however, Price’s anxiousness returned. He found himself repeating a combination of three sentences in his head over and over again. It’s okay. They don’t know who you are. You’re in a mask. Finally the dance ended, and Price made haste to the nearest wall to hide in his cowardice.

[~N~]

A Dark Waltz (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gl8ylw4INo)
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The glowing ballroom, illuminated by no less than five chandeliers--to match the five spires? I wondered--was a golden scene fitting the royals of highest society. The chandeliers hung like giant teardrops made of shimmering diamonds, reflecting the dazzling dance of candle flames belonging to the five candles that adorned each of them. "Stars? Or pentagrams?" I mused aloud, my eyes caught up in their illustrious splendor, saturating the entire dance floor in light. "How wonderful, that creatures such as we," I said, to the macabre beauty accompanying me, "should be granted an invitation to such a place! I daresay, such a perfect array of heavenly fixtures as these is in need of our special touch perhaps more than any place upon the earth. Don't you agree, darling?"

I smiled down into her eyes, full of flickering candles of mischief, and delighted in the indecent thoughts they shed light upon. As we reached the bottom of the long curving steps, I noted that our two figures appeared as two avatars of unnatural darkness floating over its glassy surface--shadows upon the sunlit sea. The eyes of those passive onlookers and dancers were either ensnared in captivation at our sinful presence, or averting their gazes to try to focus on more innocent, mundane delights.

Blooming like the rose upon her midnight dress with pleasure, Alistair turned to me and remarked, “N, darling. It looks like we've made quite an impression so far and we haven't even had a proper conversation with anyone yet.”

Before I could respond to her, before indeed we could proceed with our sinful delights upon the dance floor, the belle of the ball, Elizabeth herself, was announced to all in attendance. A vision of roses and pink and silver sweetness befitting the Residential Sweetheart of RPA and donning a white and gold mask that made her positively radiant, Elizabeth descended the steps gracefully and asked Storm, the man waiting at the bottom of the steps for her, to the first dance of the ball.

Taking positions, as is proper for the first dance, I led Alistair through the ceremonial steps, trying for all the world to maintain a sense of restraint while we behaved and went through the motions in accordance with what the hostess of this extravagant masquerade had wished. It would be the only time that night that I would concede to a code of conduct not my own without a damned fine reason. The invitation to this fabulous fête was such, and would buy Lady Elizabeth one dance of propriety from me, though the serpents upon my head writhed in agitation.

When the dance had finished, and she had laughed away the modesty of her humble partner, I seized the sweet freedom of the opportunity be my truly wicked self. With an easy, devilish smile, I responded to my dark mistress's earlier observation about conversation and said, "You're quite right, darling. But let us converse with each other instead, upon the dance floor, in the language of flesh and blood..." Truly, I had no interest in conversation with the magpies of the ball just yet, and desired instead to savor the unholy richness of my partner's rhythmic movements before I set upon the other victuals of the feast. Taking her hand once more in mine, with a grace that would make angels gape at the sight and hold their breaths, we proceeded to the very heart of the dance floor to spread our dark wings and take flight.

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The first dance was lovely and of course the hostess, who had finally made her appearance, looked absolutely stunning.

Upon the end of the first dance, Alistair felt N's eyes looking upon her in formidable libidinousness once more. Staring back unblinkingly as the sound of her smile crept into her voice Alistair repeated, "Ah, the language of flesh and blood." Letting ~N~ take her hand she chuckled, "My native tongue." It was nice to be speaking it again, she thought, with a hint of mischief in her unsettling green eyes. They were dark and full of joyous phantasmal foreboding.

As the pair crossed the ball room floor, occupying the spot in the very middle, Alistair laughed knowingly, "The center of attention. Of course. As if we weren't already, you fiend." She turned to face her partner and placed her hand on his shoulder as they began to turn into a waltz of slow, sinful madness. He was so very handsome. Dark eyes that would have bored into her soul to steal it and leave her empty if she were anyone else and a richly nefarious smile which rivaled that of the Cheshire Cat's. He was a delightfully mysterious sight to behold and Alistair was glad to have summoned him to her side.

At first, the dance started out for the couple as proper in nature, a bit too much like the previous one; perfect, proper positions and posture. However, that was slowly beginning to change. Alistair's hand slid up from the more formal place of N's shoulder and rested on the back of his neck while she played with his hair. The two were beginning to press closer together, as well. A snake or two peered down at Alistair's hand curiously before she giggled and softly scratched one beneath its chin.

When she had gathered enough courage, Alistair moved her lips up to N's ear to softly nip at it, just as he had done to hers earlier. She laughed softly and whispered, "So, are you enjoying yourself so far, love?"

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She was a natural upon the shining dance floor, a smiling goddess of the night, playfully enjoying their waltz of shadow and heat. True to form, I began by holding her left hand in my right, while my left slid around her waist, pressing and leading her with each timed step they took with the fittingly dark music that now accompanied their steps. And when I felt Alistair drape her cool fingers upon my neck, I smiled, experiencing the flow of our movement into a sinful oneness. Unlike others who may have shied from the adders and vipers nestled in my hair, my paramour delighted in these slithering creatures, treating them to a loving caress with her blood polished nails.

When I felt her look me in the eyes with those tantalizing green embers in hers, and her pressure upon my skin as she pulled me in closer to her rich red lips, I felt the flames of my desire ignite, sparked by the feeling of her teeth upon my ear--a return kiss for the one I had given her at the entrance to this heaven. Simultaneously, I drew her body against mine until I felt her pressed fully against me and flashed my teeth with a lusting grin upon hearing her sultry whispers igniting my desire.

"Intensely, darling," I breathed into her ear, brushing my lips lightly from her ear down to her neck, sliding my tongue out just enough to taste her pale, flawless scent, the rush of her blood, the purring need that inflamed her body and fueled the passion of our dance. My tempo increased, and I pressed her steps back, one after another, rising up like a cobra to lose myself in the green seas beneath the shadows of her long lashes, a knowing smile of lascivious intent upon my lips. Matching the rising fire within us, I led us down the steps of our waltz of the Damned with incensed power and grace, sliding and pushing from the shining floor with vigor, never missing a beat, never losing a step, her steps with mine, perfectly aligned, our black hearts beating faster and closer with a heat that would ignite the golden walls of this ballroom and set it on fire.

"Let them all burn in the fire of our desire and passion. Let them ache with longing for the succulent richness of the forbidden fruit we now share, while we indulge before their innocent eyes," I said to her in a hauntingly low voice, full of hungry passion. Gripping her firmly, suddenly, so close our breaths made sinful acts of passion before our lips, I demanded of Alistair nothing less than the fully incensed embodiment of her lust, her passion, her wickedness and desire. There was no inch of my body that was not perfectly aligned with hers, no space between us where the very air itself would catch fire.

Heat was all we knew now, and all the world would see in this inflamed dance, and as King and Queen of Sin and Shadow, here we reigned in the crescendo of our infernal tempo.

[Punished Snake]

As soon as the dance was over, Snake still held the hands of Kourtney. His heart still felt like it was in a void, but it soothed a bit back into its place. He gave a smile to his lovely companion as he motioned to the table to sit down. He never felt this feeling before he was sensing right now. The delight to dance to dance with such a beautiful woman was something he had always wanted to do, but he never did do due to no one being as extravagant as her.

"You know I have a confession to make. This is the first time I have ever danced with a partner in my life. And to be honest, I couldn't have picked a better partner to dance with than you." He smiled again as he pulled a chair out for Kourtney to sit on. "Would like me to bring you bring you some treats or a drink, my dear?"

[Clear]

"How long have you been here? I hope I didn't keep you waiting long."

"Not long. You didn't keep me waiting at all," Clear said, cheeks now a rosy hue as he both complimented her and left a soft kiss against her hand. She opened her mouth to speak again -- probably to spout off some pun -- but the impending words quickly fizzled into a surprised squeak upon a tap on her shoulder, accompanied by someone greeting her with her name.

Head turning to see who the culprit was, confusion was the first expression to touch her face. She had yet to figure out who was who with the exception of her date, but there was an air of familiarity around her as Clear's lips soon pulled up into a bright smile. "Ani?"

She didn't have much time to continue talking, however, before an announcement was made, Clear's gaze landing on the hostess Elizabeth as she stepped down the stairs -- and soon enough, Ani was whisked away by her own date, Clear grinning at her own once the first dance was mentioned. "Shall we dance then, Prince Charming?" she quipped playfully before stepping into position.

She didn't know how, she really didn't -- though she did guess it was the magic's doing -- but it seemed as though the steps came naturally, even with Clear's inexperience of ballroom dancing. It was so euphoric that the girl couldn't help the joyful laughter that fell from her lips as she went through the twirls and dips, and even as the first dance ended, the atmosphere was as enchanting as ever.

"I thank you for the lovely dance, my dear Vesti," Clear chimed, doing a little curtsy because okay, she'd admit, she liked the setting of formal and elegant parties. "I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did.~ Now," and there's a sudden glint of excitement in Clear's eyes as she grins, "Let's raid the snacks they offer to replenish our energy, yeah? It'll help us prepare for the next dance, if you're interested~!"

[SikstaSlathalin]

Another Meg and Siks co-op.


The introductions were made and pleasantries were made. It did the old King's heart good to see his subjects enjoying themselves despite all the recent troubles they have seen. Accompanied by his lovey date Megilwen, King Siksta took up a fancy chair overlooking the bustling masses, he offered Meg the equally ornate chair next to him.

Speaking with all the regal bearing he had he smiled at the woman.
"Come an join me lassie, your presence brightens my night."

Meg stops and stands next to his chair with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't this a bit ostentatious. Plus, tonight is about mingling and being friendly. You can sit in your chair behind your desk every other night. Tonight is about fun." Grabbing his hand, she attempted to pull him from the chair down toward the rest of the mingling people.

The King laughed allowing himself to be pulled.
"But they are enjoying themselves without me scaring them away." Siks pulls his date close and spins her around before dipping the woman. "But I think I hear music playing in the air, how about we dance amongst them?"

Her laughter joins with his as he spins and dips her. "I doubt they'll run away. PK is probably down there some where or any other number of people. Though a dance sounds more pleasant. Talking can wait."

The King smiled under his double masks and nodded.
"Ay, let our actions speak for us." Finding himself almost magically good at dancing Siksta pulled his date close and moved in time with the music. Slipping in and around the many subjects parading around the dance floor, the King kept his eyes on the lovely Meg. One should always pay attention to one's partner when dancing.

Meg spun around the floor elegantly guided by her partner. "I vaguely recall someone saying that they didn't know how to dance earlier. I can see that wasn't true. More ninja skills?" She asks quietly so as not to disturb the other swirling couples nearby.

Simply winking down at the woman the ever charming and mysterious king continued the flawless dance avoiding unforeseen collisions like he had a sixth sense for it. "There are many ninja skills to uncover beneath this regal demeanor lassie, should a bonny girl find the desire to dig deep enough. But I feel the beautiful Eli has put some magic into the music of this dance." He quickly lifts Meg up over his head spinning with her before setting the woman back down and dancing towards the edge of the dance floor.

"This whole evening is magical." She replied with a grin as he sat her back down on her feet as the dance. "Though Eli did a marvelous job. And everyone looks so beautiful and handsome in their finery." She glances around the ballroom a little before turning her eyes back to her partner.

The King's smile never faltered as he joined Meg in letting his eyes roam around the glorious ballroom and all the equally glorious guests. Many of them he knew, and those he didn't know were just subjects he had not met before. Maybe this night would change it, but for now he must focus on his dancing partner, the song was winding down, but still he spun 'round and 'round with her. Even after the first song had ended and people took their places for the next one.

With one final dip the King of Downtown winked down at his partner.
"You dance wonderfully lassie."

Meg pouts in a playful manner, her eyes twinkling behind her mask. "I certainly hope so. I am from the south after all. Debutante Balls and such are more than just a stereotypical fantasy or story. We were also taught to curtsy as well as how to effectively glide in heels. Everything a 'proper' lady should know."

Siksta let out a rich chuckle as he moved them off the dance floor for the new group to have their turn.
"Hmm I stand well informed, shall we refresh ourselves lassie?" He asked tilting his head towards the food and drink just waiting to be picked over. He offered the woman his arm once more bowing slightly to the lovely woman.

Meg dropped into a elegant curtsy in response to his bow before she took his arm. "A little punch would be nice." As she stood back up completely, flashing her date a bright smile. "But then more dancing. I'm going to take advantage of this...magic Eli put into place before you can go back to the 'I don't dance' excuse."

Siksta let out an joyful laugh and led his lovely date to the food table.
"Opportunistic lassie you are."

[SherbetTurtle]

Sherby gasped as the host entered. "Oh my gosh. She's beautiful!!" She giggled, feeling like a child again, as she watched Eli dance with her partner and the others follow. She had no partner and so was dragged over by a sprite to a single man. "Hey! What are you doing? I don't need a partner!" She protested. The sprite continued to drag her and replied, "Everybody has to have a real partner! You've been paired with Toon." She was released as they reached him (Toon) and she brushed herself down. "Um... Hi... I'm Sherby... Apparently we're supposed to dance!" She said, introducing herself and stick out her hand for him to shake.

[max shadow]

Max nodded softly and smiled under his mask, noticing a woman walking over a moment before she started to talk to Hoef. He silently watched her and did his best not to laugh when she messed up her trick with the chocolate, watching as she walked back over and addressed him. "He's all yours madam, just be careful not to break him." Smiling playfully and forgetting his face was hidden he turned and walked away, quickly vanishing into the crowd and heading for the corner he'd of the room that looked the least crowded.

Not long after he found a nice spot to stand and watch those already dancing the host made her grand entrance, calling for everyone to find a partner and dance, not quite sure what to do about a partner this early on he simply joined the line of men waiting to start the dance, waiting to see if he'd end up with a person or one of the sprites filling in for people.

[Rha'az]

Ryan Haymer walked into the hall where handsome men and beautiful women were present. "Wow," he said. He put on his metallic mask and a man in tuxedoes wearing a white mask greeted him, "Care for a drink sire?" He asked Ryan with his head held high, Ryan didn't pay attention though. He was astonished with the beautiful surroundings of the ballroom, the man in tux cleared his throat and pats Ryan's shoulder, "Sir, would you care for a drink?" "Oh no, I'm sorry for my atitude just now. Wasn't paying attention to you mister," he smiled and replied Ryan, "It's okay sire, enjoy the party," he leaves Ryan with his hand pointed to the crowd, and slowly went out of Ryan's vaccinity.

The descendant of the Haymer bloodline fixed his tie, cracked his neck and walked slowly into the crowd, holing to find anyone he knew. The place was crowded for sure...

[G]

G approached the threshold of the glittering ballroom with all the glory and grace her four feet, five inches could muster. Four feet, seven inches, if you counted the glamourous pink stilettos she'd, uhh, borrowed from Maeve's closet. The skirt of her dress was curled up in bunches in her small fists, so as to avoid tripping over its hem, and her chin was raised high. In her mind, she was the most regal of princesses, glamourous and elegant, destined to be adored and worshipped by the masses...

In reality, her lack of practice applying lipstick was clearly evident, and she'd definitely overdone it on the blush. Most girls wouldn't have opted for a bright, glittery green eyeshadow, either. But G was not most girls.

The ten year old began her descent, managing about four or five steps down the staircase before the magnificent entrance she'd been aiming for was completely ruined; the hem had not been raised high enough - in one fell swoop, it caught on her left heel, G lost her balance and tumbled to a (thankfully, unharmed) heap at the bottom of the stairs. With as much grace as she could muster (not very much) she scrambled to her feet, brushing her gown back into place and correcting her ornate pink mask, which had been knocked askew in the fall. Thankfully, most of the elegantly dressed couples and singles attending were caught up in the ball's first dance, twirling around her, and G's face split into a wide grin as she peered up at them all.

She was just in time for her favourite part! Gathering up the skirts above her ankles once more, she teetered between the couples on her too-high heels, arms swaying side to side as she spun (slowly) to the beautiful music.

[.Karma.]

[Copost Imp and Karma]

Imp just ignored the awkward moment of Karma tumbling down the stairs and went for the long table of food. He hadn’t eaten much for the day except for some corndogs and so now looked to be the best time to fill his gut. It appeared to his wondering mind that fairies were doing the catering and were doing an excellent job at keeping everyone satisfied. Everyone except for Imp. Sure, the sushi looked enticing and the pasta was something sure to be on his plate, but the fact that there was no pizza was something he couldn’t seem to get over.

“No… No pizza?” That’s a classic for everyone!” He then approached a fairy busy refilling a container. “Yo, where’s the pizza at, Jack?” He queried the fairy as it tried to keep busy.

“If you want pizza. Go order some. Oh, and the name isn’t Jack. Try Jace.” The fairy flew about the table to attend to some small spills and add some clean plates to the stack ready to be taken.

“Uhm, not sure if you realized this, JACE, but we’re in Cloud City or something crazy and I doubt Papa John’s will fly it up here.”

“Sucks to be you, then.” The fairy then vanished into a cloud of glitter and colored smoke. Imp was left to suffer and moped about as he began filling his pockets with food. First, he put some scones into his right pocket and then topped that off with some sushi. As for the left… well, things changed once another fairy appeared and fought with Imp for the contents in his pocket.

“Help!” Imp cried to anyone nearby. “This fairy is trying to stuff food into my pocket and I don’t know why!” Imp swatted at the creature, attempting to either kill it or have it fly away in defeat.
"I'll stuff your pocket with this entire table, jerk!" The fairy quickly won the reprisal and took back the sushi and scones. Like the previous magical flying thingy of annoyance, it too vanished into a cloud of trippy colors and glitter. Imp gave up on his hoarding of food and admitted defeat as he just filled his plate with his every action being watched.

Regaining her composure after her topple down the stairs. Karma slowly but surely made her way to the drinks while Imp headed for the food. Just as she was opening her flask to add a little spice to the punch, she heard her dates voice. The way his voice was sounding, she better get there fast...this was going to be hilarious. She hurriedly spiked her drink, closed the lid on the remainder, and moved as fast as she could to be within view of what was going on with her friend.

Karma pulled out her phone ready to video just as a fairy popped in front of him. She took a drink, an amused grin on her face, pushing record. She was trying not to laugh too hard as to not draw attention to herself, but she very well knew that Imp put his own food in his pocket. Dude was always eating.

This inane situation was priceless, and would definitely have to go on the Imp show. Video and all. But all too quickly the moment ended and she put her phone back into her clutch, getting another punch from the table not too far away and carefully making her way back over to Imp. She couldn't hide the smirk on her face but tried not to laugh too hard.

"Here, love, you can at least have something good to drink." She didn't give him the chance to reject it before putting the cup into his hand, pouring some whiskey in from her flask. Holding hers up to clink against his. "Screw the fairies." She smiled and they both took nice long swigs of their punch.

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Imp and Karma were drinking down their drinks trying to figure out who was who and generally just being themselves (Insulting one another and strings of hilarious conversations). She realized she wasn't the only one who took a tumble down the stairs, which made her feel not so embarrassed, but also made her own entrance seem less grand.

When their host arrived. There was nothing funny to be seen. She grabbed Imp's hand and pulled him along with the other couples. He fussed a bit... his mouth full of food, but my god she was absolutely stunning. Her and Storm were nothing short of perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Then she felt herself drawn to Imp as they were drawn to dance. "Shut up, Imp, and dance with me." She smiled, she wasn't immune to the girlish fantasies of being the belle of the ball. Dancing around with Prince Charming. He was grumbling a bit, but she could tell he didn't actually mind too much. Surely they looked silly... The giant and the midget dancing together, but no one was paying attention to them, and really at this moment it was hard to pay much attention to anyone but your own date as everyone glided across the floor. For once they didn't the need to make this situation humorous, just to dance as if they were in a Disney movie. "I don't think I told you thank you for coming to this with me, you look fantastic." She laughed, she loved his distinct hilarious style that fit his personality.

"Shut up." Imp said, but his face showed her that it wasn't said in malice. "You're not too bad yourself." They had the most perfect friendship ever, and for now they didn't really feel the need for many words as they scooted around this little piece of heaven.

[MysticFire]

Vatin stood up. he saw eli dancing and sighed. "must be the host of this masquerade" he thought. he shrugged and walked towards the ballroom floor looking for a girl who seemed to be lonely that he could invite to dance with. He had his mask back on thinking "atleast i can try to have fun here". He studied the ballroom floor as he walked slowly amongst others dancing.

[Lorne Archer]

Lorne was just about to answer her question when something all too familiar began to happen. 'Not again...I hate this magic transportation thing.' But, he couldn't help it. As much as he wanted to struggle, he knew in the end he would be back in the ball room. What was so important that the guests were forced to another room. As always, he got his answer right away. He heard that the hostess was going to arrive. 'Took her long enough...'The sprites began to partner people up. Were they going to dance? That was something not even magic could fix for Lorne. He couldn't dance for the life of him. He prepared himself to get moved, but he didn't. 'Then who am I, oh right.' He looked over to Tats and saw a slight blush appearing. "My names Lorne to answer your question earlier."

Lorne nodded, answering her question about dancing. "Just a warning, I suck at dancing." After he said that, of course something had to prove him wrong. He wasn't bad. 'I really hate magic.' Lorne danced with Tats until the dance time was over. He still had no idea how he knew how to dance like everyone else. But when the music ended, he felt just as bad as he did before. 'Magic music? Figures.' Suddenly, his dance partner brought him over to a wall, away from the dance floor. Lorne could see her preparing herself to do something. But what? Another thing he didn't know at the ball. Awesome. Tatsuke asked something he wasn't ready for. 'Should I? It couldn't hurt. Or, it could. I don't really know this person. All I know about her is that she can dance and her name is normally shortened.' "Uh...sure," Lorne replied to her question, still thinking it over. He shook his head and answered again. "I mean, yeah. It is better then me pondering over how magic even exists and how I don't fit in here."

After he replied, he leaned against the wall, waiting for something. Anything. He now had a partner and if they had nothing to talk about, it would be awkward. However, Lorne was at a lost. What could they talk about that wasn't going to kill the mood? Lorne thought before he risked messing it up, he should ask her what to talk about. "So, what do you want to talk about? I'm stuck for ideas." He admitted before smiling a little. He almost laughed at how boring he sounded. They were at this magical ball, where only members of a specific rp site got transported to, and the only thing he could ask was what to talk about? Even he thought he was pathetic.

[Derpnaster]

Derpnaster had just began his response when out of nowhere he felt himself gut pulled and warped until he was standing alongside many others in a line. At the same time a particularly striking figure was making her way down the main stairs in a manner that displayed grace, nobility, and above all th efact that the woman was the hostess of the event.

Directly in front of Derpnaster apparently transported by the same means stood Angel, looking herself rather striking in the light.
"Well my lady it seems that appropriate to ask first,"
Derpnaster said as he took a couple of steps forward and extended his hand to her.
"May I have this dance?"

[Vestige Warrior]

The first dance was nothing short of miraculous.

Vestige had never danced in his life. Well, not anything that could be considered dancing anyway. On the few random occasions when he did, it tended to look more like an epileptic seizure rather than dance moves. When he received his prosthetic, his morale only slid further down hill when he thought about dancing in any capacity that could be considered decent. Yet somehow, despite all that, he directed his body's movements as if he'd been dancing since childhood. It was absolutely remarkable, and Vestige could hardly get enough.

When the music finally went quiet, the pair smiled at each other the way dates should. "Let's raid the snacks they offer to replenish our energy, yeah? It'll help us prepare for the next dance, if you're interested!" Vestige grinned back at Clear, nodding enthusiastically as they darted toward the snack table. A delicious looking spread had been prepared for the formal's attendees, bringing Vestige's mouth to watering. He hardly knew where to begin, so he started at the end, grabbing a plate for Clear and another for himself, then started picking out cheeses, crackers, meats, fruit, and anything else that looked appealing.

"You know i'm glad to see that you're as happy here as you are online."

[spooky]

Getting a napkin to wipe the sauce from my face, I turn to look at Griffin, who is rubbing the back of her hair. I smile humourously and I take a small bite from the sandwich on my plate.

"Would you like something to eat, Griffin?" I offer my second sandwich to her. "It's very good, trust me. A bit spicy, but it adds to the kick of the flavour."

And then I add, "We should go put ice down people's back, and make them jump, hehe.. Or we could dance." I smile a tiny bit, embarrassed by the thought of dancing with someone.

[MysticFire]

Vatin was still walking as something began dragging him. It was a sprite. "Um what is going on" he asked somewhat curious.

"Well we can't let you just roam around so we are going to get you a dance partner" the sprite told him

"Thats what I was trying to do and now you're dragging me along" he said to the sprite.

((This is my form of comedy))

[Tatsuke]

Lorne was just about to answer her question when something all too familiar began to happen. 'Not again...I hate this magic transportation thing.' But, he couldn't help it. As much as he wanted to struggle, he knew in the end he would be back in the ball room. What was so important that the guests were forced to another room. As always, he got his answer right away. He heard that the hostess was going to arrive. 'Took her long enough...'The sprites began to partner people up. Were they going to dance? That was something not even magic could fix for Lorne. He couldn't dance for the life of him. He prepared himself to get moved, but he didn't. 'Then who am I, oh right.' He looked over to Tats and saw a slight blush appearing. "My names Lorne to answer your question earlier."

Lorne nodded, answering her question about dancing. "Just a warning, I suck at dancing." After he said that, of course something had to prove him wrong. He wasn't bad. 'I really hate magic.' Lorne danced with Tats until the dance time was over. He still had no idea how he knew how to dance like everyone else. But when the music ended, he felt just as bad as he did before. 'Magic music? Figures.' Suddenly, his dance partner brought him over to a wall, away from the dance floor. Lorne could see her preparing herself to do something. But what? Another thing he didn't know at the ball. Awesome. Tatsuke asked something he wasn't ready for. 'Should I? It couldn't hurt. Or, it could. I don't really know this person. All I know about her is that she can dance and her name is normally shortened.' "Uh...sure," Lorne replied to her question, still thinking it over. He shook his head and answered again. "I mean, yeah. It is better then me pondering over how magic even exists and how I don't fit in here."

After he replied, he leaned against the wall, waiting for something. Anything. He now had a partner and if they had nothing to talk about, it would be awkward. However, Lorne was at a lost. What could they talk about that wasn't going to kill the mood? Lorne thought before he risked messing it up, he should ask her what to talk about. "So, what do you want to talk about? I'm stuck for ideas." He admitted before smiling a little. He almost laughed at how boring he sounded. They were at this magical ball, where only members of a specific rp site got transported to, and the only thing he could ask was what to talk about? Even he thought he was pathetic.

"Don't worry to much on not fitting in," Tats said happily, "I don't fit in to much here either. I only know a few people of RPA but that's due to the game forum, even then I'm known as vampire. Cause when I first joined I was looking for a vampire role play. My old sig and avatar were also of a vampire. Other than that I'm mostly in the private role play section, lurking on other member's role plays." Laughs a little. "But this does give us a chance to kind of know each other.."

'What to talk about..' Tats thought a little on this. She had a few ideas but wasn't to sure she should ask all the questions at once. She wasn't good with small talk either. Not wanting to be awkward with Lorne. Lorne! That's right he had said his name before we danged. "Nice to meet you Lorne," she said with a small smile. She then leaned against the wall next to him. "As for what to talk about, maybe what interested you in joining Role Play Adventures?"

'Should I have asked that? Oh this is going to suck if he didn't want to talk on that...' Tats thought looking to the ball room and watching a few more people dance. It truly seemed like a magic ball room. Everything was set up as to make people enjoy themselves. 'The host really went all out here...I wonder how much magic she had used on this place.' Tats thought before her mind started to go else where.

[KodaStar]

Before the man she had approached could say anything to her compliment there was an announcement of the arrival of the hostess. Koda turned to see a beautiful woman step through the doors. Koda stared at the hostess as she announced the first dance. "D-dance? But I do not have a partner." She started to look toward the man she had tried to start talking to but then a sprite gently started leading her a little further away to a different man. The first thing she noticed about him was his height. How is this going to work? She thought to herself. She was only 5'1" and he seemed almost a foot taller then her. But once the dancing started she found that it seemed much simpler then it maybe should have. During the dance she found herself glancing up into the strangers eyes. His blue eyes seemed very bright in the light of the room and even more so by his dark brown hair. After she would look up to his eyes she would nervously glance away. A few times she thought she saw him noticing, although it might have been her imagination, but she would turn away and blush. At the end of the dance she gave a slight bow and thanked the stranger for such a nice dance. Then she found herself glancing about the room at all the people, and slightly hoping to see a green suit.

[DCaesar of Wakanda]

DC would dance on beat to the invisible orchestra with Miyo for a little while, feeling that he was doing pretty good. Then, Eli had made her first appearance. It fitted perfectly. He probably would have went back over to talk to the guy[Price] that he had run out on but then another dance was immediately began.

This one seemed more drawn out and elaborate. It made a single drop of sweat come down his face under the mask. He was extra nervous, especially now that he was to be dancing as part of some sort of routine. He had no experience with this what so ever, yet when Miyo asked him if he was ready, he smiled and nodded.

DC placed his hand at her side and began to go along with the rhythm. Although his movements were smooth and appeared to be well placed, it was still obvious that he wasn't used to this. He didn't know what it was about Miyo, but it brought a smile to his face every time he looked at her.

He would try to put up a front of confidence for her but knew that he was definitely going to have to try his best to keep up. Which was what he exactly managed to do, much to his surprise. It seemed like something else had almost taken over his movements, making it seem much easier than it would have been for him to do on his own.

One thing was for sure, he definitely was doing things that he never thought that he would. Ever. He smiled as he spun her around at different times. The unison in the way that they were dancing, DC viewed to be ridiculous. He was still kinda shocked that he was able to keep up with it.

When it was over, he breathed a small sigh of relief and bowed politely to her. He wouldn't know what he'd do if things had gotten more complicated. He smiled kindly a Miyo as she left off for the punch bowl. He was tempted to follow but didn't, still kinda unsure of what he should do. He didn't want to just stuff his face with food because it wasn't something that he did anyway.

He would go talk to people, but everyone seemed to be occupied with something from his viewpoint. He just walked over to one of the sides where he heard the music coming from the loudest. It was in invisible orchestra....so was it actually intangible or just invisible.

He didn't know but was suddenly startled when he ran into something. He took a step back and looked around to hope that he didn't look really stupid. At the same time though, he was minutes, no, seconds from laughing himself. He reached his hand out to feel for the thing he bumped into.

It wasn't the wall, it was all the way over there. His fingers ran slightly in mid air before feeling something hard. It felt wooden. He rapped on it lightly with his second set of knuckles. It sounded like a hollow front door. A Piano? Now This was something he could work with. He knew he should probably ask Eli about it first, so for now he would just walk away from it and find something else to do.

[Arthera]

"Introducing your hostess for the Eighth Birthday Masquerade Celebrate, Lady Elizabeth, RPA's Residential Sweetheart and staff of RPA."

Arielle looked up when the announcement was made. Sadly, another name she did not know. Still, the woman had organized a magical evening with nothing less than quite convincing magic to back it up. Attended by more faeries, she had a regal presence that matched the event, a dazzling dress and an honest smile. Ok, she looked stressed a bit too much with that smile. Arielle knew that look as she had it now and again when she really didn't want to screw something up. Quite understandable in this case, Elizabeth likely had the whole magical castle to keep up in the sky or something.

She clapped, drawing in some of the closer faeries to join in.

The evening had barely started and it was already quite the magical moment. Now that the hostess was here, things were likely going to start in earnest. Proven instantly by the start of the musicians keying in a waltz. The little servant faeries also gently nudged people into a neater line to pair up with a partner. The couples stood by each other, smiles wide on their features. Strangers also stood before another, now quite obligated to dance with another no matter if they really wished to or not, at least for the very first dance of the evening. Arielle found herself in the presence of a man with a distinct black and gold Tengu mask and a neatly cut black ensemble.

Smiling, she extended a pale white hand out of her red and black sleeve to the stranger, giving the appropriate curtsy to begin the dance. "Arthera, pleasure meeting you Sir." she said courteously.

[RedKayne]

Co-Post between Maya and RedKayne

For not being a dancer, he was amazingly good. There was never a moment where one went left and the other right, not once did their feet knock together. Kayne was a strong, confident lead, moving them across the floor with such fluidity, it might appear they'd performed the same dance a hundred times before. There was an easiness in the way they touched. As if they'd known other intimately for years instead of only a few scant hours.

Maya had been on dates before. Even had a one or two long term relationships; but, she'd never been with someone who looked at her with such interest and intensity. As if no one else existed at that moment in time. If he was wanting to claim her full attention and take her breath away time and time again, Kayne was doing a very good job. Every time she looked up and found those beautiful eyes looking back at her, she'd blush anew and smile a bit bigger. Those cheeks would be so sore in the morning.

"When I get nervous, I'll giggle. So, it might be better if I don't have any drill sergeants breathing down my neck. On the other hand, I'd be in great shape from the whole 'drop and give me twenty' until I kicked the habit." In the movies, that was how it worked. Did they even do that anymore?

Even with all that had taken place so far this evening, Maya was about to be in for the surprise of her life as he recounted every minute detail of their moments together thus far. From the strawberry to the blushing, to the very pounding of her heart which now raced even faster than before as his arm wrapped behind her, drawing their bodies ever closer. "Damn your eagle eyes." Whispered softly under her breath while trying to hide her face against his chest for a second.

The very nearness of his body overwhelmed her senses as her chin lifted finding herself a hairsbreadth away from those lips, feeling the warmth of his breath along with the sultry heat of his gaze. They were so close, so very close, one little lean would breach the gap.

Then her arms were empty and he was gone. Granted, he wasn't far. Putting just enough space between them to earn a coy, little pout. "Tease.." He was too!

As he beckoned her to follow him away from the ballroom, she'd reach for his hand, feeling like two teenagers sneaking out of class. "Where are we going?" With no reluctance at all, the pair disappeared from the large, crowded floor in favor of a different adventure. One that led to a beautiful balcony tucked safely away from the rest of the festivities. Moonlight shone down from a break in the clouds, a few stars were temporarily visible overheard and the sound of crickets singing could be heard from somewhere below in the grass. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you planned this ahead of time." There was no way he could have since they'd only met upon entering.

As if needing some excuse to bridge the gap again, Maya would step in, glide her left hand over the shoulder of his uniform and pretend to remove a loose string. "Have I told you that I think you're strikingly handsome tonight? So much so, that I'm not sure why I'm here with you instead of someone else. But, I'm glad I am.."

And so, Kayne gazed out to the scenery, taking in the wonderful sight of the night before them. He held his hands against the balcony's rail, looking across the sea of stars and also the bright moon which shined its brilliant light upon both Kayne and Maya. He briefly chuckled over the one comment Maya made earlier about his military training, and how she would be in great shape with the whole 'drop and give me twenty' concept. However, she would probably be disappointed to hear that would be considered mal-training nowadays. Kayne was extremely disappointed himself when there wasn't too many physical training sessions, but then again, he supposed that's another reason his branch of service earned the 'Chair Force' nickname.

Mr. Casanova turned to face Maya once more as she approached him, stepping close to him and gliding her hand over his shoulder. He appreciated her forwardness, and she held almost a seductive smile across her face as she complimented him. She attempted to act coy, acting like she was removing a loose string, but Kayne knew that there were no cables/loose strings on his mess dress. That's another concept of attention to detail they got drilled for training; get rid of strings, or you get a scream.

"Well, I thank you very much, mi'lady," Kayne smiled broadly down at her, reaching his hand forth and lightly, grabbing the one that laid on to his shoulder. He raised their hands, leaning forth and placing a firm kiss on to her knuckles. "And do you really want to know why I am here with you?" Kayne questioned her, releasing her hand.

"I am here with you for many reasons," his left arm wrapped around the small of her back again, pulling her close to his body. Kayne appreciated the feeling of her soft figure pressing around his muscular body, and could feel her heart pounding against her chest - and she would feel his own heart pounding at the moment despite his calm and cool demeanor.

"You are an extremely beautiful young woman," he began with a strong compliment, and his eyes showed complete sincerity. "You have lovely eyes, an angelic face..." he raised his free hand up to Maya's face, grazing his thumb softly against her lower lip. "And delectable lips," he stated with a small, mischievous smile. His hand slid across her cheek, cupping it gently as he continued to lock his gaze into her own hazel eyes.

He leaned his face forward slightly, his lips only centimeters away from her own once more. This time, he had no intention to pull away, but he will let her take the final step in this waltz. "Should I continue?" he questioned, his eyes gleaming with delight as they lowered to watch her lips.

There was nothing wrong with being part of the 'Chair Force'. She had several friends within their ranks. Seemed they were always flying on various adventures from one month to the next. Sure, they may not be the most physically challenged when compared to a few of the other branches; but, consider that a perk. They have a purpose and a mission all the their own.

Perhaps her little ruse was not so sneaky as Maya wanted it to be. Or, perhaps, she wasn't trying to be sneaky at all. If the goal was to erase the distance placed between each other after leaving the dance floor, she'd managed to hit the mark. Next time she'd plant a string there to make her reasoning more realistic.

"You're very welcome." Smiling right back as he reached to take her hand pressing his lips across the back. There was a silent pause in response to his question.

"And do you really want to know why I am here with you?"

Yes. No. Maybe? As a few others were thinking, this could all be just a dream which vanishes into nothing more than a vague, faded memory upon waking. If that's what this encounter was meant to be..just a dream, then it will be a very good one.

"I am curious, yes. Why are you here with me?" Not failing to notice he'd released her hand. In much fairer exchange, so much more was given back through the sweetness of his words and feel of his body as he held her so close. Maya had promised herself no more blushing. Yet, the closeness alone topped with the warmth of his body now pressed against her, made it so she couldn't tell whose heart was racing most. Making that shade of crimson bloom all the same without need of permission.

Beautiful, lovely, angelic..delectable. He graced her with all things a woman craves to hear yet may rarely get the chance. Kayne's thumb brushed her lip and earned a kiss in passing. As he cupped her cheek, she'd gaze into those beautiful eyes accentuated by that mind blowing smile and resigned to letting herself get completely and willingly lost in the moment.

As his lips drew ever closer, unknowingly, she was holding her breath. A feather light brush of her fingertips gliding softly along his jaw.

The question posed. Should I continue? My god, if he didn't her heart might explode.

A waltz took two people. Or was that a tango? They'd been doing a good bit of both. The next move, however, was hers to make. She did so in her own way. With a sultry whisper.. "If you don't, I will." Those few centimeters vanished as Maya pressed her lips to his. Gently, softly at first, fingers sliding through the back of his hair. Tasting those lips for the very first time. Not wanting to rush a single moment.

To say that their first kiss was magical would be an understatement. As their lips locked for the first time, Kayne felt the high winds of the earth rush into him, and that everything in this universe finally began to make sense. The secrets of this world was within his grasp, and it was all thanks to the beautiful woman before him.

At first, the kiss was gentle, but their desire for each other became overwhelming. Kayne deepened their kiss, tracing her upper lip sensationally with his tongue. His right hand grazed across her cheek and then her neck, before wrapping around it and tangling itself within her dark-brunette hair. The taste of her delectable lips and warm tongue were utterly maddening, and Kayne continued their passionate kiss, as if he could never get enough of Maya... his Maya.

It seemed like a lifetime passed between the two, before finally Kayne pulled away from Maya's lips slightly. He breathed heavily, almost as if he attempted to catch his breath. He formed a very broad and pleased smile, before glancing back up at Maya. She looked absolutely beautiful under the moonlight, and her mask only emphasized her mysterious and seductive nature.

"You... are..." he began slowly, pressing his forehead against her. "Amazing, Maya."

[MysticFire]

Vatin was placed in line as he sighed. He muttered under his breath and looked up. How was he going to communicate with users he barely even knew. He had his hood pulled down at the time his mask still on. His messy hair stayed however it wanted and Vatin wasn't good with keeping it unnoticeable.

[Lorne Archer]

"Don't worry to much on not fitting in," Tats said happily, "I don't fit in to much here either. I only know a few people of RPA but that's due to the game forum, even then I'm known as vampire. Cause when I first joined I was looking for a vampire role play. My old sig and avatar were also of a vampire. Other than that I'm mostly in the private role play section, lurking on other member's role plays." Laughs a little. "But this does give us a chance to kind of know each other.."

'What to talk about..' Tats thought a little on this. She had a few ideas but wasn't to sure she should ask all the questions at once. She wasn't good with small talk either. Not wanting to be awkward with Lorne. Lorne! That's right he had said his name before we danged. "Nice to meet you Lorne," she said with a small smile. She then leaned against the wall next to him. "As for what to talk about, maybe what interested you in joining Role Play Adventures?"

'Should I have asked that? Oh this is going to suck if he didn't want to talk on that...' Tats thought looking to the ball room and watching a few more people dance. It truly seemed like a magic ball room. Everything was set up as to make people enjoy themselves. 'The host really went all out here...I wonder how much magic she had used on this place.' Tats thought before her mind started to go else where.

"I guess you call the private role plays fang-tastic." Lorne immediately realised how stupid that was. It was a joke a young kid would have said. Lorne was definitely not a little kid and not immature as to find it funny himself. 'I'm an idiot...' Tats then said that this gave people the chance to get to know each other. "True, except some people act differently online because they can get away with it. I wouldn't be surprised if half of the people here are completely different to there internet counter part." Lorne sounded like a real downer, but he wasn't. He just said it how it was. What was the point in making everything seem good? Once people realised the truth of this world, it would crush them. So Lorne prepared them for that moment.

"Well, the reason why I joined?" Lorne asked back as he thought. "Same as you Tats. Because I enjoy playing someone else. It's like acting, except easier to do. I guess what I'm trying to say is it feels nice to loose all your troubles and picture yourself as someone else, even if it isn't for long." He paused for a few minutes. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Tatsuke." 'I guess it's my turn to think of a question. But what?'

Once Lorne found his question, he wondered if he should ask it. It could start up a conversation, or more of a debate. But then again, it could make him look stupid or ungrateful. 'Screw it, I'll ask away.' But, the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. He tried to, but they wouldn't. 'Come on, just ask...' Lorne bit his tongue to make it easier to ask. "So, do you like magic? As, you know..." Lorne gestured towards the room. And he then pointed outside. Then he just moved his arms around in a circle to say that everywhere was magic. At first, it seemed like a normal question, but the way he said magic. Full of different emotions. Confusion, hatred and a bit of fright.

[crazydawg444]

As Crazydawg enjoyed is conversation with Onyx, the main event seemed to start. Or something like that. Elizabeth. She then said some stuff he payed half attention. Then she started dancing, it was beautiful and elegant. Superb footwork. Crazydawg was impressed.

Then Onyx went on his merry way to a girl. Crazydawg spoke to himself. I hope he isn't dragon her against her will. He always had something stupid to say, it seemed. Then music started playing and people were dancing and enjoying themselves. The nerve of them. Lines started forming with those who seemed to be alone and the faeries were pushing people to it. One even nudged him. Hands to yourself Kirito! He didn't want to be forced to dance with a beautiful lady, more accurately, he didn't want a faerie forcing him into anything. Faeries were never his favorite creature, like elves. They lacked the manly zeal of dwarves and everything else Nordic.

He got in line, slightly unhappy, and peered in front of him. He now stood in the presence of a beautiful woman. Her name was Arthera. He did not find it familiar sadly. He wore a slight smile and bowed to the girl. Dr. Crazydawg, master of cardiology, and the pleasure is entirely mine. He held out a hand to her. May I have this dance, Miss Arthera?

[Kicks]

A number of things could have happened in between Soul walking away and Kicks deciding whether or not to interact with other people besides the masked man she was holding the arm of. Of course, if she did interact with other people that meant that Van would have to. And he didn’t want that, and she didn’t want that because he didn’t want that.

There was no time to actually think of what to do. For a funny thing happened next. She couldn’t say that she hadn’t seen it coming. She should have. After all, a hostess had to arrive at her own event. If she didn’t, that would be rude.

Though it did strike her as curious as to why the host or hostess always did arrive later than their guests. There were several reasons for this always predictable behavior in the host. But none of them would satisfy her curiosity. So Kicks merely brushed it aside.

Her eyes skimmed to the handsome man as people began to sway and glide across the floor like phantoms.

Fuuuuuuck. She sucked at dancing. Well, maybe if it were a tango or a salsa, she wouldn’t be. But this was one of those very formal kind of occasions. And she would end up somehow being the most awkward person alive because slow dancing wasn’t her thing. Ah but she had told Van that before. And he wasn’t too good either. Hehehe. Oh how she adored this pairing.

[AniahLiepard]

Ani softly giggled at Onyx. "I don't dance usually, but that was good," she said softly to her date. She blushed a little for a second. Then, without hesitation, she kissed Onyx on the cheek. "Take that as a thank-you," she said softly as she smiled at him.

[Liono]

"I don't dance usually, but that was good," Ani said softly to Onyx. "Yeah, I don't dance either..." Well, considering the many other magical moments here, it didn't surprise him that they had some sort of "Make sure you don't step in someone's foot" spell. Then suddenly, Ani kissed his cheek, instantly making his face bright pink. "Well... Um..." Onyx stuttered some words while covering his face with his hands. "Would... uh..."

[Maya]

Perhaps they had jumped the gun by leaving the dance floor before the official ball festivities had even started. To be fair, she and Kayne had took a quick turn around the dance space before their little escape to the balcony. It was a different world out there alone together. The soft sounds of music and laughter could still be heard; but, they were all by themselves. Maya found herself preferring it that way.

She'd had the proverbial 'first kiss' before, while nice, it'd never been anything to write home about or even gossip with friends over coffee. When their lips met, the innocent moment went from a soft, subtle fascination with the sensations pulsing between them to something ..more. Kisses that were eons different from any of those previous attempts by others. Kayne kissed her with passion and fire, as if he had all the time in the world and every plan of using it to claim her for himself. Made those legs get all rubbery so, of course, she just had to lean in even further until not a single gap of space lay between them. Maya brushed her lips across his own, gave his bottom lip a gentle tug between her teeth then covered his lips again in this game of give and take.

His Maya

She would be his Maya if he'd ask her out loud. Maybe she already was without even the need to verbally confirm it.

Eventually, the pair would have to come up for air. It seemed the moment they did, those magical properties of the castle started pulling them back into the ball room. The hostess had arrived and it was time for the festivities to begin. Without even being officially announced as a couple, the two were placed right across from each other on the dance floor. As soon as the proprieties were done, the music would play once more and Maya would be right back in Kayne's arms where she belonged. "Hi, I'm Maya..nice to meet you." Unable to contain her soft laughter as they started to glide in sync with the others.

[Naraness]

"It is perfect, silly." Nara smiled, doing a little twirl as the song ended. "It's wonderful. The staff really outdid themselves this year... I can't say I had much to do with it, I've been incredibly busy in the real world. It seems so far away, now..." Her gaze fell through a nearby window, and Nara became temporarily lost in the cotton candy clouds that floated in the sky. "I love it." She grinned, her hands tightening in Omac's.

"What do you say we go get a drink real quick before the next dance?"

Over the next few minutes Omac treated himself and his date to a tasteful punch and a really big cookie. That's when the host came down the steps in a flurry before breaking into dance. Upon looking up he found the little fairies pushing him to the middle of the floor, Naraness liking behind him. "Round two?" he asked when turning around to admire her beauty again.

"How could I refuse?" Nara beamed, tossing a lock of golden hair over her shoulder. It still amazed her that in this world she looked so different... In the real world she had brown hair, brown eyes, and was a couple inches shorter too... From what she could tell, here at the ball the resembled the girl from a set she made for herself recently. How intriguing...

Soon enough the music started up again, and she was gliding across the dance floor with her partner once more. Her steps were light and every sway with the music made the dark ruffles of her skirt swish against her legs. Nara found herself unable to stop smiling, and bubbly laughter rose from her throat from time to time. It was clear that she was enjoying herself very much.

Perfect. This moment was the best moment of his life as he swayed around the dance floor. The smooth floor below made it easy to slide around. His comfortable, but fancy shoes clashing against the ground with small sparkles flowing underneath. It was truly magical and perfect in it's own little ways. "This night couldn't get any better... as long as I'm here with you," he whispered feeling his heartbeat increase. A soft, rosy blush formed on Nara's cheeks.

Within a moment the dance was over, the firey passion died out, and Omac's stomach began to growl. He stopped in place as the music died down, "How about we something good to eat? I think I saw some cheese covered shrimp,"

Nara couldn't quite get her feet to stop moving when the music died out. Her feet continued to tap to the song in her head, and there was a slight sway of her head that said she would still be dancing if only she could.

"A quick snack sounds perfect." She smiled, running a hand through her slightly frazzled hair. "Shrimp? Oh I can't, I'm unfortunately allergic... But don't let me stop you!" She giggled, looping her arm through Omac's and then crossing the room to the snack table. Dozens of plates sat there, each covered in different foods. They were all arranged in different swirly patterns. It almost seemed like a shame to take any and disrupt the artful displays. Almost. Nara was quick to pick out a couple of delicious looking crackers topped with cream cheese, basil, and bacon bits. "Mm..." She covered her mouth while she chewed but it was obvious that it was heaven in a bite. I hope we have parties like this every year. She thought.

For a little while the two of them simply hung out near the edge of the room, snacking and making light conversation, until...


Almost as quick as it began, the first dance ended, and when he saw a good handful of guests walk back to the wall, he caught sight of the girl from before.

"Excuse, me, madam. It was a pleasure to dance with you," Soul said, bowing and setting off for the girl. It was obvious she had a partner, but it meant nothing to him.

A sprite fluttered by, carrying a small vase of flowers, a mix of roses and poppies and forget-me-nots. He gracefully plucked a deep red rose from the vase, weaving in and out of the couples still on the ballroom floor, managing to make it to the girl.

He bowed deep, his right hand sweeping to the side, "You look ravishing, mi'lady. If I may, shall I have this dance with you?" he asked, holding out the rose to her (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=24919), taking a quick glance at her partner, who seemed to be more focused on why he and everyone else was here rather than the angelic sight before the two men.

"I don't bite, I swear it," he said, a warm smile on his lips.

Hearing a voice, Nara turned around. She was shocked to find that the gentleman was, in fact, talking to her. Her eyes went wide behind her mask, and a pleasantly surprised smile alit on her lips. "I know you." A grin broke out on her face as she stared at him; at the mask that hid features she knew she recognized. "Don't tell me, I want to guess." There was a playful determination in her voice. With tender fingers she gently accepted the rose Soul had offered her and cast a glance back at Omac. Her partner wasn't looking their way and he seemed to be lost in telling a story he'd only just begun. Nara giggled, wondering if she should get his attention. "Um... Omac?" The music was a bit too loud unfortunately, and it was no use.

Nara shrugged, and turned back to the mysterious stranger (Or perhaps, a close friend in disguise.) "I'd love a dance." She admitted shyly, tucking the rose into a lock of hair behind her ear. Part of her felt guilty to leave Omac behind, but the other half of her was thrilled to be so fearlessly asked to dance. You only live once, I suppose. With a grin of pure elation and childlike excitement she took the stranger's hand and swiftly wove their fingers together. "Come on, then." Every bit of shyness had vanished, and all that was left was a girl who was boldly unafraid to be herself and enjoy the magic of the night. With nothing left to lose and a whole lot of fun to gain, she made for the dance floor with a brand new mystery holding her hand.

[Arthera]

"May I have this dance, Miss Arthera?" he asked her politely.

With a slight nod and return smile, she placed her hand in Crazydawg's.

Arielle followed him into the first steps of the classic dance amidst dozens of other couples, improvised or formal. Although she has been taking formal dance lessons for a good many years now, only a small part of it had been dedicated to this kind of dance. While she was confident she would be up to the challenge and at the very least perform adequately, she feared potentially messing it up for her new dance partner in countless small ways. And yet tonight she had it down perfectly. Perfect slides, elegant strides, spins going for just enough. Her partner also seemed to master this style of dance like he had been born into it, taking the lead like it was as simple as breathing. Magic entering into the mix would only be a thought she'd register at a later time, unconsciously unwilling to burst the bubble of the moment.

She did not know if her wonder at this moment showed on her face, but it seemed the good doctor was also enjoying the perfect series of steps. She had danced with teachers and experienced people, but she had always felt she wasn't good enough for waltzes and it had always betrayed the mood ever so slightly. But not tonight. She ignored all the other couples swirling around them, dedicating all her attention to her partner and to the waltz. She smiled widely, openly, eyes aglitter. The music seemed to match their pace rather than the other way around, and it almost felt like everyone else had given them more space to perform in. It could be the case for all she knew. Eventually, like all songs, the waltz ended. Every couple finishing at the same time, with a nice crisp step in, like clockwork, perfect ballroom timing and expert execution.

Although it felt like the dance had lasted for far longer than such things usually do, the song and dance had not lasted quite so long and still Arielle felt a slight flush reach her cheeks. Clearly not enough workout to sweat or burden her breathing, but she had also never danced a full classical waltz with a ballroom gown, corset and heels either. Actually, she very rarely wore a corset at all outside of costumes. And then tended to not start dancing or doing physical activities more strenuous than walking! She had felt it was on when she first arrived, you tend to notice such things, but it was part of the wondrous dress itself and there was clearly no way she planned changing out of such a gown unless drastically necessary.

Or, perhaps, the fact she had not eaten for the past eight hours before being magically transported to this floating castle was not helping. Likely a combination of the two.

Still, the brief moment of heat passed and Arielle smiled once again to her exemplary dance partner Dr.Crazydawg, hands spreading her gown sideways in a brief flourish as she curtsied.

"The dance was quite exquisite dear doctor, you put many other partners I have had to shame with your mastery. Sadly, despite me not wishing to appear so, this little flower needs some sustenance before the next dance. Before I faint like a dainty princess. If you'll excuse me."

With a smile and a head bow, Arielle backstepped slightly out of the way and readied to head to the nearest food table and eat a cow, while simultaneously attempting to remain regal and elegant.

[AniahLiepard]

Ani gave Onyx a confused look. She saw Onyx blush pink, and she couldn't help but blush herself. "I-I'm sorry," Ani said softly to the boy. Honestly, she wouldn't have done that, but for some odd reason it seemed right. Ani pulled away a little before she spoke again. "Sorry......," she said as she looked away.

[AngelDellaNotte]

As she reappeared standing in a line Angel realized she was still standing across from Derpnaster and was holding his hand out for her. He asked her to dance, she nodded with a smile and took his hand. Still a little unsure as dancing wasn't really her thing, her friends often teased her about having no rhythm. But much like it had been when she tried to play the violin Angel seemed to know the dance steps. She followed his lead as he twirled her around the dance floor.

Looking around she noticed all the people in fancy dresses and suits. "I never thought I would ever say this but I feel like I am in a Disney movie." She was never a fan of dresses hence the tuxedo she now wore. Her eyes drifted back to her partner and down to her own clothing, "Though I look more like and an extra from the Rocky Horror Picture show and you look like you just stepped off the set of Man Men." Angel chuckled.

[max shadow]

Max stood for a moment before noticing a woman trip down the stairs, walking over as she picked herself up and started dancing alone and watched for a few seconds. "Are you okay ma'am? That looked like a nasty fall." He made sure to have a soft tone, smiling behind his mask. "You know you look a little young to be here alone."

[Dire Hoef]

Max nodded softly and smiled under his mask, noticing a woman walking over a moment before she started to talk to Hoef. He silently watched her and did his best not to laugh when she messed up her trick with the chocolate, watching as she walked back over and addressed him. "He's all yours madam, just be careful not to break him." Smiling playfully and forgetting his face was hidden he turned and walked away, quickly vanishing into the crowd and heading for the corner he'd of the room that looked the least crowded.

Not long after he found a nice spot to stand and watch those already dancing the host made her grand entrance, calling for everyone to find a partner and dance, not quite sure what to do about a partner this early on he simply joined the line of men waiting to start the dance, waiting to see if he'd end up with a person or one of the sprites filling in for people.

Dance, Dance, SERENADE! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acHKPu4oIro)


His eyes strayed to the dance-floor to notice that both the men and the women were suggested to find a partner to dance amongst the luxurious music that would accompany many individuals as they brought forth creation of the word Hoef knew well - bond. After taking in the majesties that were the dance-floor, Hoef learned that his wingman, Max, had given Myst the liberty to be alone with him. That being said, the man didn't care - nor did he want to care.

Hoef stood in silence as he watched the dance-floor. "You know," he said under the cover of the music, "It's been awhile since anything big has happened..." He swirled the drink around in his cup before giving a pat on the woman's shoulder, "As per a mistress of the shadows, you uphold some authority of the arcane no?"

Hoef chose not to dance. I mean he could if he wanted to, but something told him to stay where he was. Sadly it only seemed to confuse the situation even more. "They'll have to know at some point," he said as he gave the woman a look of confidence and fear.

[Liono]

After Ani saw the look on his face, she apologized and moved away. "Sorry......" Ani said again. "What are you sorry for?" Onyx asked quietly. Onyx liked the kiss, why would she say an apology? "Here, I'll pay you back." Onyx leaned in and kissed her back.

[MysticFire]

Vatin looked forward at the user ahead of him. "here goes" he thought to him self. He then asked the user in front of him if they would like to dance.

((Any lone female character can answer to this so yeah I'm forcing this upon someone))

[AniahLiepard]

Ani blushed when Onyx kissed her back. She touched her cheek gently and smiled softly. "You're sweet......," she whispered softly. She looked around and blinked a couple of times. "Quite lovely," she said softly.

[Omac]

"So that's how I got my foot stuck in a toilet," Omac laughed turning around to find his date running off with another. His heart came to a sudden stop. "Nara?" was the only word he could mouth out as the world around him shattered into a million pieces. He wanted to run after her, but decided it was best to let her walk off. Like a little puppy, he moped back over to the food table, getting himself a plate and stacking it with snacks three layers wide. He found himself leaning against the wall stuffing his face.

"It's for the best, I'm better off alone," He looked around watching as everyone danced, some even kissed, and the party went on perfectly fine without him. He shook his head, "No, this is my night. If Naraness wants to run off with some random stranger, then I'll have to find someone who appreciates my stories," he shook his head again, "Better yet, I'll do what I did in middle school. I'll show everyone what kind of person I really am," he slid his plate to a fairy to take a away before taking one more bite.

Omac made his way to the middle of the ballroom before breaking out into random dance moves, swerving his arms up and down. It didn't make much sense or have any pattern, but it was fun, and again his smile returned. Hopefully this would get him some attention he felt he needed. But, that didn't matter now. That may have been the plan five minutes earlier, but now he was so far lost in the song that his moves were crazy and wild. "I LOVE THIS SONG!" he screamed very loudly, "And, I admit it!"

[Lorne Archer]

Co-Post between Lorne and Tatsuke

Trying not to laugh at the small joke. She didn't mind it though, she loved vampires. Anything to do with them was pretty much her cup of tea. She wasn't to sure why she was so fascinated with them though, or how it had even started. Though her mind on this was soon distracted when he had said "True, except some people act differently online because they can get away with it. I wouldn't be surprised if half of the people here are completely different to there internet counter part." Yea this was true as well, she didn't think of that. Though it was still interesting to meet members you may not have when it came to part of the other site section forums. So it was still interesting.

When he had answered her question. Tats was pleased, though wasn't to sure if that was really the answer. But then again she didn't really specify it well. So she smiled at his answer. It was a good one, and she often used role playing to get her mind off of the real world life. Life sucked, and in role playing you could be anything, and do anything. But when he brought on how she might like magic she had to think on this for a while.

'Magic? Hmmm I don't really care much for magic...' She shrugged a little at the question letting him know she had been listening, "I'm not to sure I like magic. I don't like to dance, and to have everything here that you could ever dream of, seems a bit much. I wonder if this is all an illusion meant to take our minds off of what is really lurking behind the walls of the place. Like the horses are really gargoyles in a broken down castle, and it's really just a dark stone place that was cast aside to never be anything more then ruins.."

'Okay maybe that was a little too deep into that question. But it is now my turn to question I suppose..' Tats thought a little on this before coming up with a good question, "Why did you walk out earlier before the hostess arrived and we were drag into the ball room to dance?" Tats felt this was a good question, she was sure he felt the same way as her. Lost in a sea of people, people you didn't really know. For her though, only Kicks she really seemed to know here. But other than that there were to many faces, and then Sherby as well. But she just met her and didn't get a chance to really talk to her. She shrugged it off and looked over to Lorne, the ball room no longer distracting her.

Lorne was surprised by the answer that Tats had given him. It was shockingly similar to his own view. Except he wouldn't have came up with the idea that this was an illusion. Did he get drugged? Lorne was sure that a drug couldn't transport him from his room. Unless he was still in his room. But he couldn't fake feeling like touch could he? If he could, that drug was powerful. A drug so powerful that it changes how creatures look like majestic horses? So powerful it made a run down castle into something from fantasy? Lorne hated normal drugs, so something like that was something Lorne wanted to stay away from.

Tats asked him why he walked out earlier. He didn't know if telling would help or make the matters worse. 'On one hand it would let someone else know how I think. But then again, it could make me look like a fool.' Either way it didn't really effect him directly. "The reason why I walked out. Well, I didn't even want to come. Plus I was hanging out right next to the musicians and the music was booming. I needed a bit of quiet." Lorne admitted to Tats. He wasn't meant for this type of thing. He was from the streets of London. Not the posh area of it either. He was from Tottenham. The ghetto area. Most people could tell by his accent. He didn't pronounce his T's when he spoke. It was normal for him, and the people around him. So all this fancy get up was totally alien.

'Keep the conversation going Lorne, you can do it.' Lorne began to tap his foot against the floor as he thought. It wasn't super noticeable. The sound of the music made it harder to hear it. Only the people near him could hear it, and they only heard it faintly. "So, why'd you come alone? I'm surprised no one wanted to go with you. You're cool...I guess." Lorne didn't know why he called her cool. He could have used so many other words to describe her. Despite coming from a grimy area, he had a pretty diverse vocabulary. He didn't use it often, but he did have one. Somewhere hidden deep in the mind full of anime and video games.

From now on, Lorne was going to think ahead. Think of questions in advance. The talk he was having with Tatsuke was rather weird. It stopped, then started. Stopped for someone, and then continued. So, thinking of questions before it was his turn to speak was a good plan. So, as he waited for the girl to answer, he thought of different questions to ask. A job? No, too boring. Her love life? This wasn't meant to stress people out. But thinking of a question was stressing Lorne out. All of the questions he thought of, he thought of reason as to why he shouldn't ask it. 'Normally I have an answer for everything. Why can't I think of a question?' Lorne was about to face palm, but he remembered he had company. He stopped his hand hitting his head and acted like nothing happened. He cleared his throat and looked away, embarrassed.

"I honestly like old fashion I guess. I rather be asked out then doing the asking," Tatsuke admitted, "But that's alright. I'm used to coming to these things alone. I just enjoy the music mostly." She looked to him, he seemed embarrassed but she didn't mean. Nor did she mind the quiet among them. She looked over to the people around them, "Sorry I often tend to over think on things. Though I am surprised no one had asked you to accompany them, you are awesome to be around."

'He seems pretty nice and a little shy, but other than that. Lorne is pretty cool.' Tats then started to fill around with her necklace. Mostly a nervous habit of hers when wearing such things. She just started to wear them again. Often she didn't like to wear such things. 'Come on think of something to talk on and not let this get boring..' Tats thought to herself unsure of what to really talk on. She looked back to Lorne. 'Do I ask what he does outside of RPA? No that might be to personal..Ugh I suck at this..'

"Sorry, I really am bad when it comes to conversation," Tatsuke replied sadly, 'Great I think i just made it awkward..Nice going!' She slowly looked down to her feet, she hadn't really paid much attention to what she was wearing. Ugh black heals. 'Awesome. I hate heals, normally I'd take them off in a heart beat. But surprisingly I haven't tripped or stumbled wonder if that is magic as well...Dang sprites I bet this is all their doing!'[/QUOTE]

Lorne listened to her reply and wasn't surprised. In fact, he thought that may have been the case. Tats said it was old fashioned, but must girls still liked being asked out rather then being forced to ask someone else out. Even if some girls say that that is sexist. However, he was a bit taken back by her asking why he came with no one. "I'm new," Lorne said bluntly before continuing. "I'm not known. You can't ask someone you don't know can you." That bothered him. He was new, yet he still got the invite. Was the whole site invited? That couldn't be the case. There wasn't enough people for it to be the whole site. Then why was he invited? Only certain people who caught someone's eye? What did he do to get noticed?

Tatsuke then admitted that she sucked at conversations. Lorne was exactly the same. Luckily, he began to think of questions before she answered. Unluckily, all the questions he thought of failed miserably. They were either too personal or just plain dumb. "Don't worry. I'm exactly the same." Lorne stood there in silence, making it rather awkward. He glanced over at her saw what she was doing with necklace. He used to do that with his hair when he was bored. He done since he was young with his mothers hair. It just continued on through his life. However, it was kind of different when she done it with her necklace. For one, it was cuter. And secondly, it was a necklace, not hair. A rather obvious difference, but it still was a difference. "You alright?" He asked her before going back to being silent.

[Derpnaster]

Derpnaster chucked a light, low sort a chuckle at Angel's comment.
"I wouldn't know about either of those shows, I don't watch much of anything as it is."
He said as the pair slowly moved in near perfect unison together throughout the room.
"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, But I think you look amazing. Dress or no dress." The fairly anti-social systems admin said. Meaning every word, in the most respectful of manner of course.

As the dance went on Derpnaster held Angel ever closer, the music itself seeming more appropriate from a much more intimate distance than he had started out with her.
"If you ever feel at all uncomfortable let me know. I want you to enjoy yourself tonight."

[Merry]

"Presenting Lady Maeve, Admin of Awesome and Staff of RPA, accompanied by Sir Craze, the Clown Prince of Crime!"

Stepping into the castle was like a dream. The castle glittered and shimmered in magic and excitement and it was easy to see why. The expansive halls were littered with crowds of people. People waiting to dance, chatting with friends, primping and preening and fawning over each other. The air was charged with excitement and anticipation. It was almost tangible the level of eagerness that was in the air.
It felt surreal, this dream castle that seemed to just be taken straight out of a fairy tale. All around was the excited chatter of its guests, with an orchestra playing dimly in the background. Craze used his free hand to straighten his waistcoat as he laid eyes on his stunning date once again, perhaps a hint of pride in the way he felt. Maeve watched him, with a soft smile on her lips and nodded in approval, eager to get this night started.

She caught a glimpse of her dress as they passed a long mirror. She loved the way her dress shimmered in the soft lighting of the room. The dark color went perfectly with her pale complexion and gave her skin the impression of a china doll. The soft chiffon material swooshed and sashayed along with her hips to the soft music she could hear as they moved along the marble floor, her heels clicking softly along the marble floor as they walked along.

She couldn’t wait to dance the night away. To be able to twirl and skip along the expansive dance floor with her handsome partner. To wind and zigzag among the beautiful couples of RPA. She imagined it would be wonderful and she couldn’t wait for it to start. Noticing the groups of waiters standing along the sides of the room she gently tugged on his arm to get Craze to notice and pointed in their direction.
“Beverage?” she said with a smile, steering him toward the waiters standing with trays of champagne and wine along the edge of the room. She did love the taste of champagne.

"Absolutely," Craze replied, relief in his voice. "I'm dying for a bit of refreshment." he chuckled and moved along with her towards the waiters, glaring at the masked faces they passed as they did so. "Don't tell anyone," Craze whispered, leaning closer towards her, "but I'm not - strictly speaking - 21 yet. Heck, I'm not even 18." he laughed nervously and took a champagne glass from the tray, handing his date one as well. Raising her hand to her lips, trying to hide the giggle, “I’m not telling!” she exclaimed.

"To the most memorable evening in a lifetime," he toasted, raising his glass into the air. It was then he realized there was no way he was able to drink it without removing his mask. So he lifted the mask up by its chin, making it so that she could only just see his actual face. "And to a just as memorable partner." he added, winking at her and clinking his glass against hers. After taking a sizable sip he placed his mask over his face again.

“why thank you, good sir” she replied, nodding in his direction once more “I’m already having one of the most amazing nights and am really glad you asked me to come with you. You look very handsome, by the way” grinning back at him. Taking a sip from her glass, she savored the fruity tang on her tongue. Wriggling her nose a bit, she smiled in his direction, “the bubbles always tickle my nose” she chuckled, taking another sip from the sparkling crystal glass.

It was then that the sprites announced the hostess of the evening, Elizabeth. She looked dashing as well, everyone here did.

"We would invite you to start off this evening of festivities with the first dance."

The orchestra transitioned into a waltz. Putting his glass down, Craze turned his attention to his date and held her hand tenderly before him. "Care for a dance, milady?" he asked, bowing ever so slightly. “absolutely!” she exclaimed, grabbing his fingers in hers her face beaming.
Once on the dance floor, Craze laid his left arm around her waist and held her left hand in his right. She placed an arm over his shoulder, and the waltz would begin. The twirling of dresses and the footwork of men, some stumbling more than others. Granted, Craze wasn't the best dancer either, but he didn't make a single misstep - to his relief. Maeve smiled through the entirety of the dance, keeping up with Craze as they traveled across the floor. The waltz bringing them around and around with the other couples, everyone keeping time with the music and looking amazing.

The first dance came to a close. The two ended their dance in the same tempo as the orchestra would fade out. He would have pressed a tender kiss onto the back of her hand, if it weren't for the mask - which proved to be unpractical once again. "You are, without doubt," Craze whispered, "the loveliest partner a man could wish for this evening." Maeve felt her cheeks get warmer, and tittered in reply, “you are quite the charmer Craze, quite the charmer indeed.”

[Kourtney]

Kourtney beamed as Snake pulled a chair out for her to rest on. "Thank you." She told him kindly as she placed her bum back into the chair where she adjusted her dress and smoothed the wrinkles back down as she listened to her partner.

"It's alright. I haven't danced much myself either, so that makes two of us." She said while looking up at him with loving eyes. "And about the drink though, you could go get me a glass of champagne." She offered with a soft smile. "I mean only if you'd like to." She stated with a gentle laugh as she placed her elbow on the table with her head resting into her palm.

[Tatsuke]

Lorne listened to her reply and wasn't surprised. In fact, he thought that may have been the case. Tats said it was old fashioned, but must girls still liked being asked out rather then being forced to ask someone else out. Even if some girls say that that is sexist. However, he was a bit taken back by her asking why he came with no one. "I'm new," Lorne said bluntly before continuing. "I'm not known. You can't ask someone you don't know can you." That bothered him. He was new, yet he still got the invite. Was the whole site invited? That couldn't be the case. There wasn't enough people for it to be the whole site. Then why was he invited? Only certain people who caught someone's eye? What did he do to get noticed?

Tatsuke then admitted that she sucked at conversations. Lorne was exactly the same. Luckily, he began to think of questions before she answered. Unluckily, all the questions he thought of failed miserably. They were either too personal or just plain dumb. "Don't worry. I'm exactly the same." Lorne stood there in silence, making it rather awkward. He glanced over at her saw what she was doing with necklace. He used to do that with his hair when he was bored. He done since he was young with his mothers hair. It just continued on through his life. However, it was kind of different when she done it with her necklace. For one, it was cuter. And secondly, it was a necklace, not hair. A rather obvious difference, but it still was a difference. "You alright?" He asked her before going back to being silent.

'Nice going now you made him sad!' Tats thought when she heard him say he was to new to really know anyone here. But then again so was she. Only by four months, including this month. Him only a few days. Tatsuke frowned at this. She didn't mean to make him feel bad about being new and coming to something like this. "Well I'm glad you came," Tatsuke finally said after some time after he'd asked if she was alright. Of course she was alright, nervous and always thinking. But she was alright. Yeah!

'There are so many people here who have been couples for a long time,' Tats shook it off and looked back to Lorne, she stopped fiddling with her necklace, "I'm sure if you didn't come, I'd have no one to really chat with. There is Sherby and Kicks. But both seem pretty busy. And I couldn't get anyone else to really join the ball that I knew on the forums. So I went alone.."

"Places that are this crowded though. I really don't like crowds, I'm a lot like my own characters," Tats admitted sadly,"Crowds are scary, you get lost, or cause some issue and the whole place can look at you and point and laugh. When I first arrived I was thinking of hiding under the table and grabbing people's ankles. It seemed like that would be fun and entertaining."

Realizing she was ranting about pretty much everything she turned slightly red and looked away for a moment, "I'm sorry I don't mean to rant. That normally doesn't happen unless I have an energy drink. It's my ice breaker..." Tats slowly looked back to him. She couldn't imagine no one wanted to go with him, new and all he'd thought members would be begging for him to take them to the ball, just get to know the new guy better. 'Ha! I beat them all to it though. Hehehe,' She smiled and did a mental punch in the air. She didn't want to seem to weird to Lorne so she didn't do it out of her head.

[Kiki]

Another copost with Juicy (http://role-player.net/forum/member.php?u=15022).

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A great happiness seeped into him, and his smile erupted at her wit. "Were that it so unsteady. Yours are not mere appellations, though; they fill my heart with a true joy." The kiss still lingering like the sun at the edge of setting, Juice too her arm in his.

The two flowed through the garden like petals on a stream, serene in their coupled company. "I wish we could just stay, but perhaps we should make our way inside?" The light and noise from the castle's long windows played upon the field of its land, the brightness dancing distant along treeline and trellis.

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Kiki eased slightly away from him, slowly lowering herself off of her tiptoes. Still her eyes were fixed upon his, the amused look not leaving her features. As they set off down the path between the shadowed blossoms, Kiki allowed her free hand to drift over their velvety petals, her other hand curled about her darling’s arm, relaxed. “True that we do enjoy our coupled solitude, but –“, a playful eyebrow raised, her chin tilting towards the thrown open doors, a golden light emitting from within. “We did agree to come to a party.”

Kiki’s smile grew much wider then, her eyes large. She tugged at Juice’s arm, suddenly bouncing within the fringe and frill of her dress. “Come on! It’ll be fun!” One more tug, and she managed to get them onto the first step. “I promise. Things are always more fun with me around.” A teasing smirk, and she tugged him up a few more steps.

Once successfully at the top landing, Kiki surveyed him hurriedly. She quickly reached up and straightened his tie with a gentle touch, before catching his look and smiling widely. “Handsome. Just as always.” She wrinkled her nose in an affectionate gesture. “You ready?” But without waiting for an answer, her hand in an assured fashion, she tugged Juice through the gilded doorway confidently.

Chin tilted upward, Kiki’s bright blues skimmed her surroundings quickly. The colors, the bright lights, the mingling guests. Sequins flashed, chandeliers glinted and her smile grew. Here, she felt fully at ease. She glanced sideways towards Juice, her eyes gentling, her lips parted as if to ask a question, but a voice rang out in lieu of her own –

“Presenting Lady Kiki, Lady of Sunflowers and Staff of RPA, accompanied by Sir Juice, the Prince of Dreams.”

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The Sprites bowed low, their smiles the sun upon the room. The first dance already being announced, Juice whisked down the stairs with his companion as fast as was polite. He hadn't stopped smiling since they had arrived.

By the time their feet were upon the ballroom floor, the music was starting. No words could be had; none were necessary. A raised eyebrow was all the question he offered to her, his mask being donned. The silver of it sang out in the light of the ball.

One hand offered to the dance. One pointed grin still shining at her. The prince bequeathed his princess to dance, as they had been for such a time.

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Kiki quickly shook herself, another flush overcoming her cheeks, fumbling with the tie to the mask at the back of her flowing hair. Feeling foolish but quickly pushing the feeling aside, she immediately slipped her palm against his awaiting one, blue eyes affixed to blue. And just like that, they were off. The quiet dance they had shared for so long in secret, now an easy twirl about the clustered ballroom floor. Kiki’s feet skimmed the ground effortlessly, not bothering with balling up the excess fabric of her dress into her hand. While usually clumsy, she was not at all out of her element here. Her free hand skimmed up the gentle fabric her prince donned, her fingertips stroking the smooth silk of his vest, admiring the color and feel of it. Her eyes were nowhere else, her thoughts sealed between them in their comfortable silence; still her smile did not waver.

Somehow the dance passed quickly, though to her, time was all but relative to being in her lover’s company. As the music for the first dance eased quiet and other couples trickled away, Kiki merely glanced up at the silver masked gentleman standing with her. She could feel eyes upon them, and while she felt a bit uneasy about it, she did not cause a stir. She smiled small, her own face still masked and chirped quietly, “Drink?”

[AngelDellaNotte]

"Not at all," Angel said feeling herself lean in closer to him as they continued to twirl around the dance floor. Most of those that knew her away from the keyboard would probably never believe that she was a sucker for a romance novel and a good love story. All they saw was the tough ex-military police officer that could swear enough to put a sailor to shame and was known for busting fights up. But Angel supposed that was one of the things she loved about writing and being on a forum like RPA, it gave her a chance to break away from everything she was supposed to be and just be herself. She smile to Derpnaster and was a bit surprised when he dipped her. She nearly lost her balance and would have fallen if he hadn't of gracefully caught her. "How about we stop for a drink? I have to admit all this dancing is making me thirsty." Angel said.

[Cicada]

Zantheaux twitches at the announcement of the first dance, and without a moment to hesitate, twirls to his date and extends a gloved hand. He bows, gently, an arm behind his back. She takes his hand and they move to their positions on the floor.

The dance starts somberly, the men stepping forward and then twirling to address the women. The men greet the women and they venture forth onto the floor. A bow, a courtesy. Zantheaux starts to sway with Jun, careful to remain graceful yet precise in his movements. He is admittedly in awe of how his counterpart moves with an almost floating grace. As the song, and dance progresses, everyone shifts partners.

While Zantheaux of course continues to dance with his new dance partner, he makes the flirtatious glance over to Jun as she dances with hers. Between flourishes and spins, when he catches her eye, a playful jutting of the tongue or smile is just enough to keep her close to him even as he dances away from her. As if truly, they were still sauntering together even across a sea of other colors and party-goers.

[Skeletor]

~~~Let Me Take You Where The Magic Is (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5CSc1su3Ck)~~~

The best thing about floating was not having to rely on her feet to move in all the right ways. In most situations, Alistair was a terrible dancer. Tonight, she didn't have to be and she was thankful for that.

For, as ~N~ began to pick up the pace, she found herself wondering if she would be able to keep up with this if it weren't for the fact that she could float tonight. But never mind that.

This way, it was possible to pay attention to everything else going on. And pay attention, she did.

Finding herself swept away by the power with which her partner conducted their movements now, Alistair had only just realized how closely they were pressed together. Her black skirts swirled around both of their ankles in a flowing performance, resembling the reaches of a moonless midnight's gentle hand to guide their diabolical dance further into unscrupulous darkness and exquisite despair.

Though, perhaps it would have been better if the black midnight were actually covering them, she thought, as her roguish partner made his way down her neck. There was certainly nothing clandestine about the action and it did garner a bit of attention from a nearby guest or two. Alistair couldn't help but chuckle impishly, though a blush still burned her otherwise cool cheeks.

"Let them all burn in the fire of our desire and passion. Let them ache with longing for the succulent richness of the forbidden fruit we now share, while we indulge before their innocent eyes,"

Alistair felt a shiver invade the back of her neck and course throughout her entire being upon hearing the words. Licking her lips, she looked at him with her maddening eyes, stormy as a malicious emerald ocean, and replied huskily, “You wanted fire, but I am an all-consuming sea of delicious troubles, my dear friend.” As they glided into another turn, she slid her hand down from his neck to rest on the bit of bare skin exposed from the part of his shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. Firmly, she pressed her hand against his chest and breathed, “And I'm just wondering how adept you are at swimming,” before pushing ~N~ away as she spun gracefully away to the extent of their two connected hands and lingered there for a moment before he pulled her back...

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We were in sync now, one with the rich, ravishing rhythm that carried our steps across glass reflecting the shadows of our passion. When Alistair pressed her hand, infused with the heat that breathed life into her veins, warmly against my bare skin, I felt the synergy of our connection pass beyond words. We conversed only in blood and tempo now. Casting restraint to the flames, she pressed more forcefully against my skin, delivering her challenge in a whirling display of enrapturing elegance. As she spun away from me, her dress flared out, capturing as many of the glowing lights of the dance floor as possible in her spiraling darkness, and my eyes glowed like matching emeralds to hers, entranced in the grace of her shadowy spin--until she reached the end.

For a moment, our eyes locked across the vast worlds that could have existed between us. She knew she was never getting away, nor did she expect to. Matching her grace with a stroke of poetic strength wrapped in simple pull, I reversed her spin like a fortune. Closer and closer she came, undoing the revolutions of time and fate it seemed with each counter-clockwise spiral, until, wrapped in the coils of my embrace once more, I drew her up against me, our lips once more mere inches apart, our eyes communicating what words could not.

It was now the world that slowly turned around us, the dark center which threatened its borders from within with our taste for chaos; never moving in a straight line, but reveling in our deviations. Let them look for symmetry, and let them try to wrap it in structure--between us, there was only a raging river of boiling blood rushing to our cheeks to tear down the banks of decency. Six serpents rose and fixed her with their glittering eyes, their slithering excitement belying the tempo now unwinding into a deeper, darker, closer, slower finish to seal our lips tonight.

Now to strike. I released Alistair's left hand and placed it warmly upon her side, sliding it up her back slowly like a serpent, leaving a pressing trail of blazing heat with each inch of its passage along her body. Pressing forward with a powerful step, I sent her diving slowly back, as if she was arching into the deep dark sea she loved so much. Her body yielded to mine as I dipped her lower, suspending her above the dance floor like a fallen angel, wings singed black and ready to plunge into the roiling abyss of sin and forbidden decadence. And there, in that dark repose, I held her, looking down upon her glassy emerald eyes, drunk with pleasure behind long low lashes, and her blood rich parted lips, ready to suck the sweet nectar of life...

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There were no words that crept into the moment. Well, not anything that was spoken verbally, at least. Their bodies conversed in a language only they knew; a back-and-forth of scorching fire and crisp sea foam, the exact translation known only to the pair as others looked on in an attempt to decipher its undoubtedly bewildering meaning. Their eyes met before Alistair was spun back around toward ~N~ and she could have sworn they stopped time for a moment as she spun past vast worlds and universes where this wonderful night may not have existed. But it didn't matter because she wasn't living in those worlds and tonight, they made their own.

Alistair chewed her lower lip as she was drawn back into the arms of the Serpent of Eden himself. She watched N's face to find his lips curled into a flawless smile that threatened to consume her entirely if she wasn't careful. But it didn't matter. She'd already come this far to the brink of feverish, wanton madness and there was no turning back. The hand traveling up her body seared a burning trail of delectable rapture into her skin. The burn only lasted a moment, but Alistair wished it hadn't. Just as she found herself getting stuck on that thought, the ghoulish sea maiden noticed she was being dipped slowly backward while her companion stared into her eyes...and it felt like being dipped into the waters of a sinful baptism, finalizing her place as the Queen of Sin and Sorrow that would reign by his side.

Alistair allowed herself to be lead down, entrusting her partner not to cast her unforgivingly into the inferno behind her to rule it all by herself. They'd go down to that later together, she wagered. And of course, he didn't let her go. As ~N~ leaned in, their lips dangerously close, Alistair discovered she could barely catch her breath. This man was absolutely unhinged and she was inexplicably drawn to his waltz of carnal pandemonium.

Leaning upward ever so slowly, Alistair kept her eyes open for a moment as their lips met in a dance of desire all their own. Watching him was like being witness to an irresistible ghost opera that beckoned onlookers to abandon their worldly constraints for something better. Something hot, golden, and abysmal in nature. Something already lying in the heart of man, but denied as a part of being normal and alive.
Eventually, she closed her eyes and let herself enjoy swimming in the unearthly obsidian crevice between space and time that they had created for themselves, reveling in the sensation of his lips upon hers.

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Indeed, time and space were both banished in the fireworks of the long, sensuous kiss--vision, like words, became unnecessary, and darkness veiled their eyes in the succulent ecstasy of that eternal moment. Breath and desire sizzled together in an explosion befitting the dark energy blanketing the timeless reaches of our universe: ancient, primal, and intense as Creation itself. Suns would tear themselves asunder in the magnetism that shared with my paramour of Sin.

And like the cataclysm that erupted into countless stars, the kiss ended, and the world flooded in with light and breath once more, as I rose up slowly, raising her as well once more from those delicious depths, feeling the effects of her lips coursing through my blood, setting every single vein sparking to life with the rush of heat that renewed and intoxicated my blood. Looking into her deep sea green eyes, I whispered, "Merci, ma chere," and raised her hand one last time to my lips, planting one more sizzling kiss upon her soft, pale skin.

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Before their kiss came to an end, Alistair boldly nipped at the bottom of N's lip in a way that certainly wasn't gentle, but not enough to hurt him, either. The shameless specter of the sea grinned unapologetically as he slowly brought her to stand again. Their hearts beat rapidly and every inch of their bodies were electric pleasure, carefully masked beneath a guise of composure. She was positively radiant and it could almost have been argued in that instant that her pale skin, nearly the color of alabaster, glowed in her moment of exuberance. But she could have sworn there was a bit of a blush to N's cheeks and so that made her feel a little better about looking so pleasantly bemused and fabulously frazzled by their exchange. She could still feel the scorch of his lips on hers and certainly hoped it wouldn't be the last time their lips ever met...

The reality of their surroundings started to creep back into their conscious as they pulled apart for a moment, the walls of their imaginings falling away to lead their minds presently back to the atmosphere of the ball room. Looking at one another, Alistair sensed they were done for now. But far from sated.
Good. Later, perhaps.

As her dastardly companion took her hand to place yet another kiss upon it, Alistair bowed her head in respect and appreciation. "It was my pleasure, darling, I assure you," she replied easily with an endearing chuckle.

[Storm]

As Eli moves about to handle her duties as Hostess and RPAs residential sweetheart, Nick takes a step back so as not to draw any attention away from the ever so lovely Hostess. However before Eli had a chance to separate, he did manage to slip into her palm a finely crafted crystal pony (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/2d/63/8f/2d638fb488bf62e09bf90d058786bf8a.jpg) with the desire that this small token of his appreciation of their friendship and his respect for all she does for the residents of RPAlandia would match her other décor.

Nick blends into the crowd paying attention to how the others enjoyed this grand celebration in addition to keeping a watchful eye for those whom might desire to bring disruption to this ball.

Out of nowhere a slender spirit appears in front of him with a glass of water
"Sir Storm, might I ask a favor, might I have a rose."
Nick offers a soft smile "Certainly m'lady" while taking the water. He touches the top of the water and starts making a circular motion in the water. A slight crackling could be heard in the glass as the water crystalizes while Nick forms the crystal in the form of a rose.

The spirit grasps the rose "This is exquisite, thank you ever so dear sir."
"Please, not so fast" is offered as Nick touches the tip of the rose tapping it gently allowing a glitter radiate from the rose, smiling Nick offers "That is better now." as the spirit withdraws with her rose.

He returns his attention to those about keeping attention on Eli in the event she would need company as this ball proceeds. Softly more to himself "Eli, this will certainly be a spoken of event in RPA history for decades to come, I for one am so proud to see all you have done." as he drifts back into those partaking in this grand event.

[RedKayne]

The two of them found themselves back on the dance floor, enjoying the company of the rest of the guests as they danced in unison. Kayne chuckled when Maya greeted him, as if the two of them just met each other and were complete strangers. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Maya," Kayne stated, his brown eyes glistening with delight behind the navy-blue mask. He dipped her across the floor in one smooth movement, showing off his dancing skills of course. He pulls her back up, straightening his posture before replacing his hand back on to her hip.

"My name is Kayne R. Crimson," he began loudly, his one hand sliding from her hip towards the small of her back. He tightened the grasp of his other hand, memorizing the touch of her soft skin. "Otherwise known by my self-appointed title: The Crimson Casanova," Kayne smiled as he continued with this silly introduction game. "The thief of womans' hearts," he took a step back and then a step to the side, gliding with Maya on the dance floor. "The almighty seducer," he went on with another silly title, enjoying himself and hoped that Maya was chuckling over this fiasco. They twirled around, and then Kayne made an extremely bold and forward move. His hand lowered itself to his partner's rear, and immediately pulled her close to him.

"And master of the bedroom," he whispered very quietly into her ear with a devious smile. He wondered what kind of effect this had on Maya, because they both knew that the magnetism between them hasn't diminished yet. That first only ignited a fire within his heart, adding a constant thirst for more. He could still vividly taste Maya's lips upon his own, and only wished to return back to them with a renewed passion.

Alas, just as quickly as he made his bold move, his hand returned back to her hip. He took a step back, providing just a little bit of distance between them as they neared the end of this first ballroom dance. He smiled down innocently at her, as if he did nothing wrong at all.

[Punished Snake]

Snake gave an equal loving smile to Kourtney. "Well I don't exactly like to..." He then slowly motioned to the nearest sprite to ask for a drink when he stopped and gave a sly look to her. "I'd love to." He then smiled and walked to the sprite who whad a tray of champagne glasses.

"Excuse me my dear." The sprite turned around and saw the man in grey. "Oh, hello." She knew instinctively that he was there for the champagne and lowered the tray for him to grab the glasses. He respectively grabbed two glasses and thanked the sprite as he walked back to his partner. "Here you go my dear." He placed the glass directly down in front of her on the table, and soon sat down in his chair opposite to her. "How about a toast," Snake then raised his glass, "to the most memorable and loveliest night of our lives."

[Kourtney]

Kourtney nodded and gave an encouraging smile before he made his way over to the nearby Sprite to collect their glasses.

Once Snake had returned, she almost immediately sat up straighter in her seat as he placed her glass on her side of the table before moving to the opposite side which was in front of her. Kourtney thanked him once again before lifting her glass. "Yes, to the most memorable and loveliest night of our lives." She repeated softly as her glass gently clicked against his before bringing the glass of champagne to her lips. She smiled before taking a sip of the sweet taste.

[Kicks]

A cooperative post by Tricksy Kicksy and Junibug

Jun couldn't help but to smile as Zantheaux offered his gloved hand, her own slipping gracefully in his grasp and accepting it. The dance began slowly at first, and Jun was having a difficult time focusing on just one thing, one person, one movement at a time when there were so many things to simply... look at and enjoy. She too was surprised at the grace with which she moved, only having the slightest misstep from time to time, hardly noticeable should anyone have been watching.


When it came time to switch partners she found herself with another woman and blushed deeply, though it was concealed by her purple, gold, and green theatre mask. The woman, in turn, was wearing a delicate blue dress and a matching blue mask. "Might I be given the honor to know whom I share this dance with, madame?" Jun asked quietly, a soft smile on her lips as she looked at her new partner. From time to time Zantheaux would catch her eye, always flirtatious even from across the room. The motions sent butterflies in her stomach as she realized just how much fun she was having.

Spinning from one partner to the next reminded her of middle school all over again. Kids would be giggling away like selfish runts needed a good beating. And then they would switch to another kid and do it all over again. Except this event was formal and not at all like that. Except for when it came time to switching, in which case it became totally awkward.


Fuuuuck. When she responded to the invite it had totally slipped her mind that dancing would be involved. Needless to say, this came as a cruel shock to her. Regardless, she was glad to at least be having fun thinking to herself.


Suddenly Kicks was dancing with a woman. Hell yea! She had purple on her mask! That was her favorite color! This person, whomever they may be, was officially her new best friend. Or she would just steal to mask away. Bwahaha.


"Oh not you too. First Soul with the fancy talk, now another guest." Kicks tossed her head back and released a large, obnoxious sigh. But then she broke into a grin.


The skinny little pixie of a woman stuck her tongue out at the woman she was dancing with: "Why... they call me Tricksy Kicksy."

Jun smiled at the woman's comment and then the sigh after. It was all to amusing for her, especially when the woman stuck out her tongue.


"Tricksy Kicksy," Jun repeated, taking a mental note of the name. "And you, Miss Kicksy, may call me Jun," she said, flashing the woman a grin.

June? As in the month? What a freaking weird name. She could see April or May being a name. But June? Oh this poor woman. Unless she meant like, the shortened version... of... something. Ugh, she didn't know. She was just a wee blonde lassie.


"By the end of this night, your mask will be mine." The pixie of a woman remarked. She then tossed her head back again, released a cackle, and spun away. Two dances doooown! Could she start stripping stuffing her mouth full of food now?

Jun smirked at the woman's comment, looking around for Zantheaux. They wore matching masks, his carrying the frown. This night would prove interesting indeed.

[P.K.]

"True, but it's more of your night." Arc winks at his sister with a smile as he notice her cling to his arm "Food sounds good to me." Arc tells PK with a smile and escorts her to the food. As soon as they reach the food. Arc looks at all the fancy foods that he can't afford himself, but since this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Arc would grab two plates and gives one to his cute sister. As soon as he gets his food he would help PK if she needed it and sits down around a table. "So after this would you like to dance, or be nosy and look around this castle?" Arc ask PK with a smile.

P.K. smiled as she took the plate and started picking out some of the foods, there were some expensive looking dishes but she also spotted things that looked familiar and... normal. Cheese burgers and oh! there was a chicken sandwich! She glanced around before putting it on her plate. There were others wandering around the food tables, eating things and conversing with others. P.K. sort of wished she'd looked at the picture threads more often then she might recognize what she could see of other's faces. Still she smiled, maybe she'd run into someone she knew, or claimed as a best friend or even family!

She set down next to Arc and thought for a moment. "Oh being nosy sounds tempting but I think that would make us bad guests?" she said chuckling before she picked up her chickens sandwich and taking a bite. Exploring the castle might be fun, it didn't seem that any event had actually started nor their host or.. hostess... or where they already here? She wasn't sure no one seemed to stand out in such a way but there where some... important looking and feeling people. Kiss? Kicks? Nar? they had to be here! maybe she should ask around later but she didn't want to intrude on anyone's privacy and conversations.

"You're right, but that doesn't stop me from pondering." Arc replies back with a chuckle as he takes a bite out of his chicken parmishan. As he looks around he starts to think of the same thing, but what treasures, secrets, and adventures does this castle have? As he looks around he would look at PK with a smile. "I wonder what they have in store for us." Arc tells Pk with a smile as he looks around looking at the other guests.

"Indeed." She agreed with a grin as she swallowed her second bite. For a birthday its kind of... grand." She looked off at the people gathering, masked faces that held cretin familiarity to them before looking back to Arc. "You know I think it be cool if RPA did this more often, I keep waiting for name I recognize to be announced, I'm sure I've heard some of them. But a large social event just for RPA? that be cool! dream world or real world! though one costs money while the other is free and easy.

"That would be interesting, but if we did this more often then it might lose its charm. However I still think that it would be a great idea." Arc winks at PK with a smile. "So how many people do you think you know are here?" Arc asks PK as he looks at the others happy to see that everyone is getting along so well.

"Hum, well I thought I heard Omac's name called out..." She said thoughtfully. "I heard.. Craze... .." She tried to remember who else but it was hard to recall. She took another bite of her sandwich and continued to think but finely shook her head. "I'm sure there are a lot but I wouldn't know where to look first!" She said before looking to him. "I guess we'll just have to see." She said smiling before setting her food down to sample something else she'd put on her plate.

"I only seen a few people, but not a lot. That's probably because I'm not popular, and forgetting to ad friends." Arc laughs as he takes a sip of his drink of grape cider. "Now that I think about it I have some reps to give out later." Arc laughs actually being serious about that.

"Reps huh?" She asked smiling finishing off some of her food and quickly polishing off her drink. "I feel like I should talk really fancy in here, but that would just make me feel silly." she commented as she set back, for the moment satisfied with what she'd eaten, though there was a little left.

"Yep and of course I didn't forget about you." Arc replies with a wink and chuckles a bit at PK's comment. "Same here, but that's too much work don't you think? Wot wot." Arc replies back as he lifts up his pinky finger acting a little fancy just for fun before finishing off his meal and drink and looks at his little sister as he wipes his face. "That was indeed a great meal. I don't think I have room for dessert." Arc tells PK with a smile.

P.K. chuckled at her brother. "To much work, Sure Brother." She agreed watching him finish off his meal and couldn't help but agree however she grinned. "You might later, who knows how long this event is going to last." She told him.

Suddenly things seemed to shift, in the air, in the light even with the faeries. Something was about to happen. P.K. looked to the grand stairs, the grand entrance. Eli? P.K. couldn't help but grin as she heard the announcement of their hostess. She didn't know Eli really well but they had spoken before. She couldn't wait to see what was in store!

She looked to her brother with a smile. "I guess the dance starts now." She said and stood. "Will you dance with me BB?"

Arc looks up to see the hostess being announced and smiles. Though he doesn't know her very well either. It's sure is very sweet of her to invite everyone here. When PK asks him if he would want to dance with her. Arc smiles at PK as he gets up and offers her his arm. "Of course sis. Though as a heads up I don't know how to dance very well." Arc laughs as he leads her to the dance floor.

P.K. couldn't help a nervous chuckle. "It shouldn't be to hard." She said slowly before they faced each other. "Probably." She was sure but maybe the magic of the dream would aid them, anything could happen in a dream after all. "It wont matter I guess so long as we have fun and don't start a domino chain."

Arc also lets out a small nervous laugh and nods. "True that. However I'm sorry in advance if I accidentally step on your feet." Arc tells his sister with a laugh, though he honestly hopes he doesn't and takes Pk's hand and starts to dance with her.

"Apology accepted." P.K. said quietly but continued to smile as they started dancing along the floor, people weaving between them some in more intricate steps then others but all seemed to be enjoying themselves none the less... she even though she spied a couple kissing. There was another pair where the Man was leading and flawlessly moving his partner between other dancers, they even passed by! she had a feeling those were two of her friends but there was no way of telling which ones! Oh but she wanted to know! So far she hadn't gotten much of a chance to speak to anyone else but that didn't mean she wasn't having fun.

"BB, If you'd have a chance to prepare... would there be anyone you would have asked?" She asked looking back up at him.

"To be honest if you weren't my adorable sister I would have asked you." Arc laughs before clearing his throat. "If I was prepared I probably just go by myself. I don't know many people well enough to ask out besides you. Not to mention that out of the nine friends that I have here. You're the only girl besides my actual sister." Arc tells PK not meaning to ruin the mood, but it's true he doesn't have many friends here.

"Oh... well I'm sure you'll make more..." P.K. said trying to be encouraging, She wasn't sure what else to stay so she looked down, or she tried. She had a habit of staring straight in front of her, or the guys's chest she was dancing at, instead of their eyes, Or at least... her real life counterpart did... She always felt uncomfortable, though it didn't keep her from having fun she always just felt self conscious about what her body was doing, weather it was the to sweaty hands or perhaps she forgot deodorant, and while she still felt the same level of discomfort she was enjoying herself and her hands weren't sweating! She blinked as she heard a shout after the music started to fade and looked over she hadn't really realized it but the dancing had almost stopped and most everyone had moved back away. well there was someone in the middle wildly flailing around, She couldn't help but chuckle. She had a feeling she knew that person to.

Arc looks at PK for a moment silently slapping himself on the head for saying that, but smiles and moves out of the way. "Yes sis I believe that I'll make more friends on this site, but it's going to take some time." Arc laughs as he hugs his sister wanting her to feel comfortable. "Don't worry though sis. I have some very good friends outside of this, but they aren't the online rpers. They prefer the old fashion way." Arc tells PK with a smile as he watches the guy at the middle of the floor.

P.K. hugged him back with a smile before taking his arm, not ready to sit back down. "Good friends anywhere are good, besides old fashioned is fun to." She said before looking around. "Should we walk around or sit while waiting for the next dance?" she wondered. So many people to approach but she was almost afraid to.