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  1. 14:51:24Alberdine : A masquerade, a night to be what you weren’t. It loomed around the corner and brought with it an unsettling feeling, but one that held far more intrigue than despair. Throughout the streets of Immortalis, as they had just recovered from one event of frivolity, it seemed another now took precedence. Vendors had upon display everything anyone would
  2. 14:51:30Alberdine : desire for the eloquent Halloween ball. Albderine however held attentions to looking for one place in particular, a store that had been heard during some casual eavesdropping from women on the court. Finding the small store front plain in nature, she held the pleasant surprise to find the sprawling collection within. Fingers brushed upon artistry.
  3. 14:51:36Alberdine : Wood, metal, fabrics, feathers, beads. Nothing would be missing in the array of such a selection of masks and for a moment she got swept up within the delight. So much had happened in a mere few days that had given the necromancer a certain outlook, a refreshed notion of those that used to be far more of a mystery. For one, it was the night shared
  4. 14:51:43Alberdine : with The Dove. Within privacy they shared a moment as if longtime friends, speaking into the late hours of the night about trivial things, yet some laced with far more truth than perhaps either of them realized. It had never occurred to Alberdine that there would be those within the house that could aid her. It was really only ruin that she felt
  5. 14:51:54Alberdine : looming in those darkened halls of the estates. Secrets she had that she still remained close to chest with Mavis being the only one to hold those keys. Yet upon that rendezvous with the spirited mage Ophelia, something else began to churn the wheels. The woman had protected her from The Harbinger, and while it was done as an eye for an eye, there
  6. 14:52:04Alberdine : was still that odd curiosity that she did such a thing. The apparition, Kira, she did well to not ignore that powerful attachments of the chosen vassal of the Dove. And while she had resolved herself to not attending this momentous occasion that the house was putting on, there was that deeper desire to see that line she danced with, how far it
  7. 14:52:14Alberdine : would be crossed. Waryk, he had yet to extend any invite to her, he had yet to relinquish the banishment. Would she step upon the land, and be escorted out? Or would this be a night that they would have a cease fire? Her mind was ripe with scenarios, each other far more provoking than the last. Rumors rustled within the land that there had been a
  8. 14:52:25Alberdine : a many return of family members, and it would be this distraction that she almost counted on, to be unseen by those that would silence her motions from joining the festivities. So while the obligations were there to make attempts to show, the promise made to Mavis that she would do what she could to show, the personal dig she wished to place upon
  9. 14:52:39Alberdine : Waryk, to learn more of The Dove and The Wraith and that newly found fey , there was that heavier weight of everything else that peaked the interest of the Necromancer and she found herself wishing to attend. The first stop was the mask shop, to gain any inspiration for whatever costume she would settle on, and deep within the arrangements of all
  10. 14:52:52Alberdine : that glittered with gold, she found a small smile creep upon her lips as those scenarios in her mind were playing upon an endless loop. The say curiosity kills the cat, but when death was hers, really what risk was there? [D]
  11. 15:03:05Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : alright, gonna start writing]
  12. 15:06:11Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : “I am NOT wearing that fucking thing! NO WAY!” The raspy, succinct voice of the shrouded male came through the barrier of cloth upon his countenance, coming to brood at the selection of costume to compliment his cousin’s current outfit. Dangling the raiment from side to side upon its hanger, he dropped it. Dismay came upon the demur shop keep [c]
  13. 15:07:33Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : and the personal tailor currently attending to the male’s measurements, attempting to fit him into the costume that was custom-made for him. This crotchety, chilling apparition had no choice in this matter. If he had, he would not be faced with the horrendous construction of material that was ever fostered by the hands of a master tailor. [c]
  14. 15:07:46Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : “WOMAN,” He started, staring pointedly at the svelte, tawny young woman across the room who was staring at him in three-way mirror with the most honeyed sycophant expression. “I will not wear this atrocity. If I am to be going out into public, especially, within the midst of our OWN family --- I REFUSE to be seen in something like that!” [c]
  15. 15:07:59Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : Kicking at the material upon the ground, he huffed out his chest, grumpily standing there. For at least, half of the day, his cousin had been bothering for him to rise out of the bed and get some fresh air, claiming that she needed some errands to do for the upcoming masquerade. It was all a PLOY. That minx lured him into the shop with full [c]
  16. 15:08:53Ʌhαяon·Vαskαяis has joined the conversation.
  17. 15:09:13Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Oh hay check dat fancy code 8 8 ]
  18. 15:09:17Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : intent on getting some sort of present for some gentleman that she made up a story for. She was sly and took advantage of the weakened state that his mind currently was in. Still banged and bruised underneath his many layers, slow to walk and lapsed in thoughts. That wench got him good but like fuck if he was ever going to admit that. The [c]
  19. 15:09:18Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Er, I mean welcome 8]
  20. 15:09:22Alberdine : welcome home ^_^ )
  21. 15:09:45Joslyn·Vαskαяis : old man getting fancy with it )
  22. 15:11:31Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : costume haphazardly thrown to the ground was a sailor suit, sailor hat and high knee socks attached. Blue and white. Colors that did not suit him and his pallid complexion. "If I am going to be seen on your arm, for the masquerade, I am going to pick the complete opposite of THAT, you understand?" The costume looked like something made for a [c]
  23. 15:14:24Ʌhαяon·Vαskαяis : -flexes- ]
  24. 15:14:50Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : child of six or younger. If any sailor was seen upon the high seas in that thing, they would surely be beaten up to a pulp if they even attempted to enter into the seedy spaces of the taverns that he frequented to feed himself. Snapping his fingers, he called for the attention of the tailor, "You? Yorrik, right? Give me what remaining material [c]
  25. 15:18:06Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : you have and I will buy supplies from you. Give me black dye, thread, belts and buckles." The specter was never the best at sewing but he did enough on his own, his shroud an example, "I'm not going to see that thing wasted. Since my oh-so dearest..." He paused, "...Oppppheeeeliiiia...bought it for me." Hurriedly, the tailor stumbled about. [c]
  26. 15:20:20Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : Turning his hooded head towards his cousin's direction, if he had been capable of showing her a glare, he would have but instead shown it through his body language as well as it vocally expressing it. All the while, the slightest prick of an undead sensation caused him to slowly turn his head within his cowl, voice light as his fermented [c]
  27. 15:21:05Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : comments towards Ophelia were temporarily stifled, "...that necromancer is around." That feeling pulling him into the direction of the mask shop next door. [e]
  28. 15:21:41Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : -] Ophelia stood in the shop staring with annoyed weight at her cousin, as if the bronze hues of her gaze had gained their affiliated metal’s heaviness. She was svelte in her statuesque glower upon the Wraith, while he fussed around and essentially threw a tantrum. “This is unbecoming of a Vaskaris.” She slowly purred with >>
  29. 15:21:49Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : dashes of threat over heavy gravel in her lethargic tone. How hideously tedious Carrick was being. It was a goddamn costume for a frivolous social night. “You are to dress typically as something you are *not,* and a cheery sailor was very suitable.” She explained as if he’d never experienced Halloween events before. It was >>
  30. 15:23:10Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : as if he was Harras, asleep for a huge chunk of his life, only learning of the world. Carrick didn’t have that excuse. Cursed, yes. Excuse, no. How long was this fit going to carry on? All the while, Ophelia remained uninvitingly statuesque, glaring her cousin down. Her skin crawled when he dragged out her name in that >>
  31. 15:25:38Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : particular way that he’d discovered irked her. “I offered to assist you in finding a costume, and to protect you from Chloe’s clasping claws. This is how you repay me. With cantankerous fits. Enjoy Chloe on the night of the masquerade. I’ll be serving our family by seducing and philandering the night away.” She rolled her eyes in >>
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  33. 15:25:56Alberdine : welcome home )
  34. 15:26:55Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : a half-arc and huffed now, too. Was she serious in her declaration of her masquerade activities to come? Probably, but with more subtle tact to her approaches than how she’d outright blurted it to Carrick to needle him. The event was a perfect opportunity to enticingly manipulate their family’s contacts. >>
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  36. 15:28:39Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Both Vaskaris cousin’s collected themselves and smoothed their ruffled airs as Carrick noted the necromancer’s presence, to which Ophelia became aware, too. “Alberdine,” she purred to the woman between masks and glittering bangles that hung between where she and Carrick stood, to the aisle on the other side of >>
  37. 15:30:23Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : These tangible illusions. She expected Carrick to be annoyed at this direct salutation, but she didn’t give a shit. She enjoyed Alberdine’s company, and after their tea together, she would openly greet her. “Cooostume hunting?” Her honeyed voice dragged out, as if catching her red-handed. She did not know the current standing >>
  38. 15:30:34Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : between she and Waryk, but it seemed by her presence here that she intended to attend. “Intrigue abounds.” [-
  39. 15:34:08Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : Sorry guys. I gotta get going. Unexpected shit.]
  40. 15:34:16Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : I will for sure RP later tonight.]
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  46. 15:41:30Aήđєn : [=- rubs hands together and turns on toons -=]
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  48. 16:01:22Alberdine : It was the twitch of a familiarity that was pulled upon the necromancer. The voices of a disgruntled Vaskaris carried over in a mere muffling but that alone caused her ear to listen for more indicators that her assumptions were correct. It was then as her name was called, eyes of gray reaching upward toward the sound of that coo of The Dove. Her
  49. 16:01:27Alberdine : voice always held that warmth and softness to it, one she found curious. Like a siren song, all the Vaskaris, seemed to carry that ability to mask the shark within in the calmest of tones. While Ophelia and her had reached new bounds in that acknowledgement of each other, there was still those hints of unknown between the two and not just her and
  50. 16:01:33Alberdine : Ophelia but the family as a whole. Alberdine had he own motives, and surely Ophelia would have hers has well and the intersection of both would come. But there was that tenderizing moment which would dissipate the negative emotions that at time wished to interject in the necromancer’s though process. ‘Ophelia, Carrick, what a pleasant surprise to
  51. 16:01:38Alberdine : see you both. I see there is a bit of a disagreement in costume choices?” She would look to them both and smile giving a welcoming kindness and gentle nod in her expressions, her tone light in delivery. “It seems everyone in the city is gearing up for your Family’s big to do. I myself am…just looking. I needed something to do with my time for the
  52. 16:01:44Alberdine : day.” An answer enough, simple but behind the lines would be read the truth, giving what Ophelia surely was looking for on where the necromancer was in standing with Waryk. And while the flutter of frustration was there upon her mind at the thought of that complications that continued to arise between her and The Patriarch, nothing would be
  53. 16:01:50Alberdine : displayed in front of his kin. Close to the vest all must be played as those feelings of agitation would quickly find a way to dissipate in the change of topic. “I am disappointed that I shall miss such an intrigue. But I am sure there will be other nights like it that perhaps I will be able to join.” Glancing toward the fabrics thrown upon the
  54. 16:01:57Alberdine : floor, the blues and whites of the innocent looking costume, she couldn’t help but let out the softest of chuckles. “I think a sailor would be rather fitting for you Carrick perfect even, so Ophelia this must mean what you are going as…hmm a mermaid or pirate?” It was then she moved past the masks and slowly joined them , it would be another
  55. 16:02:06Alberdine : opportunity before her, one she exciting placed herself to have more of these private run ins with the two. They had to have their conceptions of her as she did them, and it was these moments that she wanted to bridge the gap. [D]
  56. 16:02:46Aήđєn : -=[ Masquerade... For a moment Anden simply stood there and looked at the posted sign, somewhere in the recesses of his mind memories were sluggishly liftinging out of the shadows. Most though were now nothing more then fragments, no longer oriented in a string that made sense. Plastic bucket that looked like a pumpkin, children running beneath street lamps wearing costumes. Anden though wrestled with the concept of plastic, <c>
  57. 16:07:07Aήđєn : what was it.. Along with the memory came an odd taste within his mouth, something in the memory he understood and yet now that watering within his mouth was odd. A wad of spittle was flung with force against the ground away from his feet as he spit. Perhaps showing up at this thing would find answers to these memories. Bare feet left little in their steps as he pulled himself off the street and into the shop of costumes. Door quiet in its closing behind him <c>
  58. 16:07:47Aήđєn : leaving the overly tall human to allow his eyes to adjust to the interior and take in those who were actually out shopping as well. Don't forget the costumes that were on display. ]=-
  59. 16:09:55Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : -] As Alberdine took the two Vaskaris cousins in, Ophelia was collecting pieces of the tossed about costume, amassing a weapon made of fabric while her ambrosial lips maintained their welcoming allure. Ah, so Waryk was still in a feud of wills with this woman. That was business she would touch as infrequently as >>
  60. 16:10:19Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : possible to keep both in good graces as well as in good health. Bronze eyes bore the reflection of the necromancer as she mused about the masquerade to come, and privately, Ophelia felt a slight tinge of annoyed regret that this woman seemed or felt unwelcome to attend. Once more, that was an issue she could not assuage >>
  61. 16:11:58Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : as The Harbinger’s personal affairs were far from her place to meddle. Harass Carrick, nurture Harras, welcome Leila and Lucian (the latter of whom she had yet to actually speak to, but welcome was extended through his sister nonetheless). Yes, these things were fine. Go against their patriarch’s directives blatantly? >>
  62. 16:13:34Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Not an interest of hers. Still, did the necromancer speak pure truth in the days before a grand masquerade, she was in a fine costume shop? Interesting, and not a point she’d goad directly. “For another party, then,” she gave Alberdine cover, against Carrick and any other possible ear. “There are many of varying >>
  63. 16:15:14Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Sizes this time of year after all. I hope to have an opportunity to see your costume for these other festive occasions, and yes, why not hurl overboard one’s own deep fears or anxieties? I will be attending as a mermaid. Mine is already designed, *Carrick,* however is more temperamental about his.” She then hurled the >>
  64. 16:16:34Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : The ball of fabric she’d been collecting together back toward her cousin, while keeping her attentions toward Alberdine with a smile. Behind her, she heard an oof, and grumbles. Success. Carrick set to negotiating over his newly requested accessories with the tailor, ignoring the two women. Probably for the best, really. >>
  65. 16:19:20Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : “Weeelcome, please do come in, are you here for a fitting? The Vaskaris Masquerade would benefit by a well-tailored design!” A shopkeeper trilled to Anden as he walked in, alerting those already present to the man’s arrival. Indeed, the Vaskaris Masquerade was the talk of society as of late, as it was less than a week’s time away now. >>
  66. 16:20:42Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : And really, not many had even *been* to the Vaskaris Estate, so the allure of its mystery certainly had drawn many in. Magic users and All Hallows Eve events within a mysterious grand property – the perfect storm of variables to incite anticipation and wonder. Bronze eyes slid toward the newcomer, someone she did not >>
  67. 16:22:42Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Personally know, but recognized in passing in court in the past; after all, she was one of the sycophantic courtiers herself. For this recognition, and the mention of her own family’s event, she purred warm honey in the man’s direction. “Yes, do attend my family’s masquerade – Ophelia Vaskaris.” She clarified so that the question >>
  68. 16:23:56Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : As to which Vaskaris was speaking was not left unattended. “Carrick Vaskaris,” she gestured back toward where the evoker was still utterly absorbed into his deal with the tailor, “Alberdine Rainer.” It seemed fitting to introduce all of them, even if the latter supposedly could not attend the event. She was currently not in her >>
  69. 16:24:38Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Costume, but in a city gown in variations of russet hues against her tawny complexion. [-
  70. 16:25:24Şäťγàŋŋă_Mårãşŧ has joined the conversation.
  71. 16:25:40Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : welcome ]
  72. 16:25:49Şäťγàŋŋă_Mårãşŧ : Thank ya)
  73. 16:26:04Aήđєn : SATY!!!!! -= tackles and rubs her belly =- ]]
  74. 16:26:35Şäťγàŋŋă_Mårãşŧ : ACK! Why you rub my belly?!?!?!)
  75. 16:27:04Aήđєn : -= licks his finger and shoves it in her ear =- cause I can! ]]
  76. 16:27:24Şäťγàŋŋă_Mårãşŧ : *curses and shoves him away* NO! No wet willies)
  77. 16:27:39Aήđєn : -= snickers=- ]]
  78. 16:27:44Aήđєn : comep lay! ]]
  79. 16:32:18Şäťγàŋŋă_Mårãşŧ : *quietly watches for now*)
  80. 16:36:00Alberdine : There was always that tricky web that has been played upon since waltz with Waryk. The dangerous edge that fell between the enjoyment of the chance and the danger of getting caught. And while she had once thought there would be nothing but that, here in this moment she had come to realize there was more. Surely upon the night of that royal wedding
  81. 16:36:04Alberdine : came the proof that both of them found more than meet the eye. So the lie it came still with ease, her intention to mislead The Dove was nothing, but there was those strings of self preservation that would not be cut quiet yet. “ Yes perhaps another time then. I do enjoy just being around such the elaborate costumes, masks, Something about dressing
  82. 16:36:08Alberdine : up as what you are not is inciting yes? You will have to regale me with all the stores after the ball, perhaps over tea again. My treat. And Carrick you simply shouldn’t fight Ms. Ophelia on this, I think you would just make an adorable sailor. Who else is going to tend to the woman if you won’t?” The teasing in her voice was evident, there was a
  83. 16:36:24Alberdine : slight poke and jab at The Wraith that she found slight pleasure in. There was that air about him, his feeling toward her that he never hid, so it only seemed fitting that she do what she could to egg those on. “And I am sure you will look stunning as a mermaid. I hear that this ball will be quite the homecoming for you all. Seems many are
  84. 16:36:36Alberdine : returning that have been missing….speaking of how does Harras fair--?” A quick head was turned at the sudden distraction, her thought lost to the newcomer that now entered the shop. Pools glancing toward him holding no real recognition of his face or stature. The shop’s keeping welcoming holding that cheer like the dove in welcoming. It was then
  85. 16:36:49Alberdine : as Ophelia introduced her, a nod was given only a slight perch in her eye brow at such an introduction by her. The Vaskaris were an interesting bunch. It was becoming clearer to her each encounter she had with them. The notions that were there, not always found to be truth in her assumptions. [D]
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  88. 16:49:51Aήđєn : -=[ Here for a fitting, his head shook in a denied responce. "Looking right now." Talk about ball busting and directly to the point. It was almost enough to make him want to turn around and walk back the way he had come. Surely a sheet borrowed from the Emperor with two holes cut in it for eyes would suffice for a costume. Names were caught and it took him a moment before he fully understood exactly who he was dealing with. Little though was actually <c>
  89. 16:51:00Aήđєn : known about them, more was simply third hand knowledge in passing. As the woman spoke his attention turned to her, shifting minutely as she pointed out individuals around the room. An adorable sailor? Was this Carrick nine? The meaty part of his palm was found audibly colliding with his forehead. "Well met. Anden." No last name was given, nor even offered as he tried to take in the two women carrying on as they were before his attention shifted over towards one of the displays. <c>
  90. 16:56:01Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Good, you're attending! Anden will need to acquire a date then, along with his costume 8 ]
  91. 16:56:37Aήđєn : HA! ]]
  92. 16:56:51Aήđєn : -= writes Sere a letter =- ]]
  93. 16:58:54Aήđєn : What looked like Grey leggings tucked into black knee length boots. A modified poets tunic with flowy white sleeves and a black leather vest to bring the outfit together. It reminded him of one of those fractured memories, like a ball floating in the air. His head was screwed up that was for damn sure. What was next a giant rolling rock chasing them all down some abandoned hallway. "If you are going as a sailor and mermaid, you want a fin with hooks in it so he can drag you about." <c>
  94. 16:59:14Aήđєn : Don't want some doe eyed mermaid staring over the side of a ship at you that was just creepy. ]=-
  95. 17:03:56Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : -] Had Alberdine found a means to annoy Ophelia in that similar vein as Carrick had? Not in the repulsive strain of the sentiment, but the strangely competitive, humorous variety – this happened when she inquired toward Carrick about who else would attend to Ophelia that night. Perhaps she’d seen the woman’s stubbornly >>
  96. 17:04:01Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Autonomous streak gleam through in some fashion or another the night they sat over tea together, as assigning her to a keeper usually sparked some sort of defiant life within the Dove. Leila had glanced upon this in the stalwart Vaskaris Dove when she’d made the admittedly amiable suggestion that her brother might >>
  97. 17:04:06Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : be given opportunity to learn the value in spirit-based companions if he were exposed to the Dove first. Perhaps he would, but her stubborn independence had bucked the suggestion, perhaps to Leila’s bemusement (an unintended effect, had it been the case). “I would be glad of another chat over tea at the –“ >>
  98. 17:04:12Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : she paused, what in the hell was that inn called again? Camilla Inn? No. Fuck. “—at that inn,” she changed verbal course to gloss over the specific name (‘Lumiere Inn! LUMIERE INN!’ Carrick might have droned mockingly if he’d paid enough attention to seize the opportunity). “If anyone needs a keeper, it would be *him.*” >>
  99. 17:04:18Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Thumb jabbed back over her tawny shoulder toward oblivious (or heavily ignoring) Carrick. “He has so many young ladies who would love to dance with him these days,” she purred in warm honey tones, though if Carrick caught it, he’d know she was goading him; he didn’t want to dance with frilly young woman after >>
  100. 17:04:24Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Froofy young creature, and she knew it. Nonetheless he’d be forced to, especially at an event hosted by their own goddamn family – he had better represent them well. “A homecoming, yes. Most recently cousins to myself and Carrick – Leilaughney and Lucien. Where many of us are not bound by blood – we four are. As for >>
  101. 17:04:29Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Harras, he’s withdrawn and reclusive, so it is hard to get a read on him, especially when he’s learned the body language of dreams and seclusion… and not of the day to day society you and I exist within.” That was all that she could really say about the half-fae, Harras, who’d only recently arisen from a massively devastating sleep curse >>
  102. 17:06:39Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : Laid upon him by the council’s dictates. “’Anden,’” she repeated to put the name to memory. “Good afternoon then. Though, there will be no hooks, I have no intention of being dragged around *or* caught,” though as defiant as her words were, her tone and body language spoke of inviting mirth in honeyed flavors. >>
  103. 17:08:15Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : “We look forward to your attendance and seeing what you ultimately settle upon, Anden. Do bring a dance partner with you, or someone to tease toward the haunted gardens,” she offered nefariously. At this point, Carrick, too self-absorbed into his own plots now, collected what items he had bartered for, and ambled by >>
  104. 17:09:39Ophεliα·Vαskαяis : The group as if none existed, hooked the Dove by the arm (GODDAMN IT, NO HOOKS, SHE SAID), and dragged her off. “Hey—“ she snipped in protest, then back toward Anden and Alberdine: “Til next time!” and the two Vaskaris were lost to the sunlight beyond the shop door. [-
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