Large, double doors swing open as you're lured into the ballroom by the energy of the arriving crowd. Lights reflected off of a vast polished checkered floor, making the grand room seem even larger than it truly were. Ivory pillars chiseled with intricate work by a skilled hand stretched upward toward the high ceiling. Flames erupted from the left side of the room where smoke gently drifted outward to gain attention to the fire dancers that had been provided as entertainment.
You are swept into the crowd as music guides your feet onto the dance floor.
First and second dance songs:
Posted: Mon May 13, 2019 5:34 am
It is currently 8PM when your OC arrives.
Posted: Mon May 13, 2019 5:14 pm
Now this was a grand entrance. The vampire coven truly out done themselves with this. My my, by the great loa! This is a ballroom if you ask me" Amaal chimed in awe as he entered the ballroom with Luka. "Now how we got an invite? Is beyond me but hey maybe the few vampire contacts I do have pulled through" Amaal chuckled to Luka as they fully entered the glamorous ballroom. All types of characters were entering one by one. The outfits, the masks, the decor? Truly extravagant. Amaal hummed as he studied the entire room and all who entered. His golden skull mask twinkled in the lighting of the room. Amaal began to sway to the music. It wasn't his normal type of music but he did enjoy good music when played. Now, listen closely suga. Some very powerful reside in this manor. Be on your best behavior and if you need ANYTHING you come running to me immediately" Amaal said to Luka as he was swaying to the music. Looking around for the bar and for Niko. Where was Niko now? "Now I'm sure there's someone your age around, go be social and remember what I told you" Amaal said patting Luka's head sweetly. "Oh! if you see Niko tell him Mama is looking for him" Amaal said with a smile as he turned and walked towards the bar.
Of course Amaal got stuck talking with someone. Luckily he ran into one of his vampire contacts. "Come on suga, you know I can't give out my secrets" Amaal chuckled to the group he was introduced too. "What? You still owe me from last time, or did you think I forgot?" Amaal hummed as he took his contacts drink from their hand. Amaal took a sip of the drink and gave a shiver. "Tequila? I can see why; it's a cheap drink" Amaal winked as he gave the glass back to his contact. Amaal actually spelled the drink without the contact noticing. Amaal continued to speak with the small group. A little work and no play hurt anyone.
"Well, well,well, Welcome to The Bayou"
"Listen, Mama's got work to do"
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۞ God of Magic ۞ Mood: Calm ۞ Company: Everyone in the ballroom ۞ Current Theme: Aura ۞ Outfit/Mask: GownMask
A small yet ethereal body gracefully moved into the ballroom. Being escorted by two much much taller and muscular men. Lucian was holding his mask up on his face by the rod it was connected too. Lucians indigo eyes scanned the entire ballroom. Although it was truly beautiful; it didn't compare to the masquerades the gods frequently held. "You are no longer needed; make sure my son doesn't run off into the mortal realm again. He's quit the handful even in the gods realm" Lucian spoke as regally as he was graceful. The two men bowed their heads; turning and leaving the ballroom. Lucian looked around the elegant ballroom. Not knowing how the vampires knew he was even in the mortal realm to invite him here was an annoyance in itself. Lucian sighed gently as he moved further into the ballroom. Lucian's gown was a sparkling and glittering piece of magic. The mermaid/mesh hybrid gown hugged every curve he had. One wouldn't think one could even walk in such a thing. Luckily there was a slight right up the side of it. Strategically placed in a very alluring and enchanting position. Lucian moved gracefully forward. Watching everyone roaming around as they socialized and dance.
A ballroom it certainly was. Luka had never seen anything like it. Actually she had never been to an event like this before. Her family wasn't high class by any means. This was a real treat for her, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a tad.. scared? No, nervous. Luka wasn't graceful, or well mannered. She was just very quiet and had a hard time understanding social ques. "I uh.. Okay." She heard her teacher and nodded obediently. What else was she suppose to do? Actually, what else was she going to do? Maybe she could pass for 21 and drink to take off the edge? It's not like she hadn't done it before. No, even with her mask she couldn't pass. Her body was way too puny.
Now that she was looking around, not many people had arrived yet. There were a few stragglers, the waiters, and.. A familiar face? No, probably not. She was going to see a lot of people she thought she knew so she brushed it off. "Niko? Okay." Luka began to wander off on her own, hands placed neatly in front of her. It was evident she was extremely nervous and very uncomfortable. She didn't actually know anyone here aside from Niko and Amaal. But, he was right. A lot of people were suppose to show up, maybe she would run into someone her age?
A crowd passes and drinks are distributed Health: 100% / Energy: 100% At the Ball Other bartenders Outfit N/A First post here, yay
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In awareness of the incoming crowd, most of his focus was kept ahead toward the space beyond the bar’s counter, Rinh’s current line of sight aimed toward the people walk in as he stood idly. There wasn’t too much to do at this time, but aside from himself there were a couple other people keeping charge of the alcohol. In remembering that, there was a brief turn back to look to the shelves holding the multitude of bottles that made up the day’s supply, giving them a few moments consideration before he moved his attention ahead again. In the time that passed, about a few seconds, he stood up straighter and as line of sight met an incoming group of people. Although not quite giving them a look of welcome, he followed through with a nod instead--then speaking once one person raised their voice to a brief greeting and request. “Evening, is there any red wine; Chianti?” There was a pause before he let out a brief affirming note. "One moment." Rinh then made a turn toward the row of bottles and shortly skimmed over their labels before he took down one.
In a lean down, there was an attempt to retrieve a wine glass-- which was then set down on the counter and poured into. In a brief motion, he handed it over carefully and then waited for the next person in line to mention what they were looking for. This, not the same type of drink, soon substituted the wine bottle once Rinh put it back and repeated the earlier set of steps. Once all the people ahead of himself passed by down the rooms side, his attention went to the other people with him briefly, putting a brief look their way before saying anything. With the ambiance having become louder since the crowd going by, he wasn’t too sure that if he spoke it would be apparent what he meant.
By lich kitsch on Gaiaonline
Posted: Mon May 13, 2019 6:41 pm
A song is played with a group before a pause starts-- Healthy-- At the Ball-- A crowd-- Link-- Her violin and bow-- Second post--
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To the side of the incoming crowd, there were a few seats; some of them grouped together for musical purposes. Other than herself, there were a few other players that stood/sat here, although she had been told there would be frequent switching out of each group throughout the night. However long that would last esd not too clear, yet something Lacy was partly looking forward to. Although playing was stressful at the least statement, mingling was still a hope she was holding onto. When uncrossing her feet, she didn’t look down to them, instead her gaze was held steady as she played, the slow melody drifting off from a collection of people and instruments. Still keeping her focus to the one she was holding, there was an effort to take some parts of the scenery into account, her attention drifting to the crowd on occasion. In the time she spent doing this, there weren’t any mistakes; some of her inherent traits preventing one from happening. Still, keeping her mask off for now had been a must, this against the chance of being inhibited.
Eventually, the sound drawn off into the conversations and other parts of the surrounding winded down. Within the next few minutes it reached an end, a brief pause starting before the next song in line would be moved onto. Then, lowering her bow and violin for now, she looked off to the crowd again, this time more in-depth, with some inquiry. Not quite recognizing anyone she knew, this was through the varying dress and masks most of the other guests wore. Still, she tried to pick out anyone familiar; not quite wanting to give up that effort; this out of wonder and a sense of passive need for something to do while things were at a lull. It wouldn’t be more than a minute before things were sorted again; until then she waited, keeping her attention toward the scenery and briefly, her clothing so that it still looked neat; nothing but a brief ruffle necessary to straighten her skirt.
Characters: 1-8 If you would like to interact with someone, just quote me! (And please make it clear which character you are speaking to...please.)
This is Vergil | My Occupation: Right-hand to Lucifer/Conglomerate Owner | Am I taken?: No. Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Done | Who am I with?: No one specifically | Where am I?: Demetriou Manor - Ballroom | My Suit/Mask?: Suit/Mask
xxxHe entered the manor like everyone else, with a skeptical look which read him not expecting this event to go well. Nothing went well when you were in a den of wolves who pretend to be lions. For now, he would let them play their little game of house and do what they please. But if they pissed him off, they would find their house was going to come crashing down. xxxHe wasn’t sure why he came here. Perhaps part of him wanted to assure himself that Zera would be alright. Or perhaps someone sent his a** here to make him keep an eye on things. What was the point to sharing the company of people who either wanted you dead because they hate you or because they wanted your spot? Looking around the room as guests arrived, the demon leaned against the wall near the bar. If he thought about it, he was kind of to blame on this one. His main reason for wanting to attend, was a particularly tall angel he had assigned himself to look after. He was known for his ability to get himself into trouble with Nick or any other creature. This thought was really making hims reflect however. The last time he had been so concerned for someone...he lost that someone. And before that...his focus had been on a b*****d that wasn’t even his. A b*****d that became his son when he gave the nameless child his Percy name. Closing his eyes, Vergil thought of the little child who he raised from infancy when he was a mortal. After he got his revenge on his murderous wife, Vergil stuck around for a little while. Too see the child he raised for 8 years take her married name away from her and outcaste her from the Percy family for her treason. He even recalled a child being named in his honor. xxxHis eyes opened again as he tried to push far off memories from his mind, instead focusing on the guests as they spilled into the room with their masks planted on each face. Wearing the same mask he wore at the masquerade that Lucifer threw, Vergil adorned back horns and brown feathers on his face. He would look around the room, taking in the features of each mask. He would even try to spot the angel he totally ditched in the room just to keep an eye on him. As long as Angelo stayed out of trouble, he doubt he needed to watch him too closely. From what he gathered, Angelo wasn’t much of a runner. He just kind of...sat there and took whatever Lucifer dished. xxxExcept for when you called him an angel or brought up Michael. He would insist over and over that he wasn’t an angel and that he wasn’t Michael. Even though Lucifer, the one who would know better than anyone what Michael looked like, would tell him that he knew that was who he is. Even if the man didn’t want to admit it.
This is Angelo | My Occupation: Slave | Am I taken?: No. Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Alert | Who am I with?: No one specifically | Where am I?: Demetriou Manor - Ballroom | My Suit/Mask?: Suit/Mask
xxxHe didn't know what kind of gathering he was being dragged to, but it couldn’t have been one that he liked. The masks...they really made him nervous. When he had arrived behind the demon who also looked like he didn’t want to be here, the creature was frightened by all the covered faces. Somehow, not knowing who he was looking at frightened him, to the point where his wings were softly rattling as he walked. In no time at all, he lost the right hand in the crowd of people, his eyes frantically looking around the room as he tried to look for the demon’s horned mask. But...there were many horned masks, so he was having little luck in tracking Vergil down. xxxSo he wandered around the ballroom, watching those who would interact with one another as he played with the sleeves of the suit that Vergil let him borrow. It was a little big on him since Vergil didn’t know his measurements exactly. But it fit well enough to look decent on the brunet. Even with his wings out on his back, you couldn’t tell who he was. Perhaps no one would accuse him of being Michael and try to force their ideals on him again. One thing he hated about being on the earth, in the open crowds, was all the accusations against him pretending to not know who he was. xxxSure, he knew he was no ordinary being, and that his name once meant something. But he wasn’t that person anymore. That much was obvious by how he flinched as someone would brush against him by accident when he had passed them. What was one supposed to do here?
This is Night | My Occupation: Police Chief/Hound of Salem Shusona | Am I taken?: Yes, by Salem Shusona Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Attention hungry | Who am I with?: Salem and other people | Where am I?: Demetriou Manor - Ballroom | My Form/Mask?: Hound form/Mask
Night wasn’t one to care much for these kind of things...or vampires. Considering that he was pretty much a glorified werewolf with a demon in his body giving him power...he was apart of the feud between vampires and werewolves. Though he wouldn’t really call it a feud, more like small disagreements. As far as he knew, he was on good terms with Diomedes, and Kiriko, while also doing business with David. He wasn’t always happy with all of the trouble the idiot brought to his door. It was an inconvenient situation he only put up with because of the girl that David was close with. xxxWalking into the party, the hound with a mask over his face just to fit the theme, maneuvered through the people, his long tail curving and curling towards him so it didn’t get caught by someone’s clothes. The hound didn’t care if people wanted to pet him, he merely dodged their hands and made sure to leave that area quickly. For he had one goal. To find a certain demon. And found that demon he did. He didn’t say anything if Salem didn’t, but the ever faithful hellhound to the demon prince began to follow Salem on as he started serving people in the party. If he could be next to him, he was happy.
This is Darcian | My Occupation: Earth's Chosen Death | Am I taken?: Yes, by Lord Death Do I have a preference?: Men only | I am feeling: Expectant | Who am I with?: No one specifically | Where am I?: Demetriou Manor - Ballroom | My Suit/Mask?: Suit/Mask
The reaper was not new to these kind of gatherings. Having lived for centuries, you have been to many of these things. Though in his case, it was more to do work than anything else. That was his reason for coming here tonight. Someone’s clock was going to be up tonight. Perhaps a few people even. As the Death of Earth, his work was never over. That was something that he learned from a certain someone. One who made his hand lift to rub a pocket watch around his neck. Knowing Death, his lover, if he needed to come here, he would. He usually didn’t like Darcian being by himself, much less in a space where Lucifer and the other demons could prowl. A lot would probably take advantage of being hidden behind a mask. xxxIf you asked him, parties like these were just asking to have someone murdered. It wasn’t that he disliked them. The masks were stunning, the music was pleasant and the food looked like something he might enjoy if he decided to partake. But seeing the different ways people have died can tend to make someone spot all of the places that attract these deaths. Id someone asked him, he would say in complete honesty...he felt like one person at least would always pass in a ball of masks. It was too good of an opportunity for a killer. And the fact that he was here because of a ticking clock, he was pretty sure he was right.
This is Dio | My Occupation: Conglomerate Owner | Am I taken?: Yes, by Ayakashi(Jason Brooks) Do I have a preference?: Men only | I am feeling: Sick | Who am I with?: No one specifically | Where am I?: Demetriou Manor - Ballroom | My Suit/Mask?: Suit/Mask
His contribution to the coven was something he took honor in. He wanted to contribute to his kind, but he didn’t want to join a coven known for illegal activities. So he tried to keep any of his visits to this mansion entirely business related. Though he did enjoy the small talk him and Lucian had from time-to-time when the vampire gave his shop a visit. Despite his profession, the vampire always had been pleasant company to the Bloody Sweets owner. xxxWhich is what led to him attending today. He received his invitation from the coven. The vampire lifted his hand to cover his mouth for a moment as his other hand rest against the wall. A wave of nausea hit him as he caught a whiff of the different blood types around him. His eyes would shut underneath his mask as he left the gross feeling from the black blood inside of him, pass. When he was able to walk without feeling sick again, the vampire made his way over to some of the seating in the ballroom so that he was in an open space and could relax if he got dizzy again.
This is Kiriko | My Occupation: Model/Singer/Coven member | My Status?: Dating David Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Worried | Who am I with?: No one specifically | Where am I?: Home - Ballroom | My Dress/Mask?: Dress/Mask
What she had feared before, could be a total reality now. Greeting guests as they came in, Kiriko did her best to push away the thoughts she had on David. Having such negative emotions was not good for her when she was helping host a party. So, she fixed her dress and continued to give people her hellos and cute smiles. This was a party, her kind of environment. Yet she was letting herself be consumed by fears. What was wrong with her today? Perhaps she didn’t get the required amount of sleep to keep her bubbly personality. That saying about women needing their beauty sleep was so true in her case. She didn’t just have this kissable face just because of her immortality, no sir! Her lickable self came from lots of sleep. And exercise. xxxWaving to people and blowing the cute looking ones kisses, the blonde seemed to be her usual flirty self again, he fan occasionally lifting in her hand to hide behind as she giggled and winked at any person who she made eye contact with. It seemed to get the attention to a few potential suitors, but no one she would seriously think about bedding tonight. No. This place was her private space. Her room was her love nest reserved for only cute little corgi and a certain loveable socialist who was an expert on a computer. Thinking of the man, the vampire looked around the room to find where he may be hiding out, wanting to see him at least once to console herself.
This is Markus | My Occupation: Slave | Am I taken?: No. Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Annoyed/Lazy | Who am I with?: No one specifically | Where am I?: Demetriou Manor - Ballroom | My Suit/Mask?: Suit/Mask
So...he knew that he was tagged as a slave for being a rare creature and all...but did they really have to dress him up in a suit and put his a** to work? Sighing, the griffin, who was holding a black tray in his hands, was waiting with the rest of the workers to start receiving orders and waiting the guests. He would rather be at the bar, not serving some assholes in a stupid party. He was wearing a suit of a noble, yet he was being treated as some servant who had to watch everyone else enjoy themselves. xxx“This is what I get for trusting those backstabbing assholes.” The once bounty hunter murmured to himself as he made his way over to those who seated themselves, taking their drink order with a monotone voice and unamused expression. If he wasn’t getting paid, he wasn’t going to bother trying to me nice. They wouldn’t show him the same courtesy probably. Ugh...when would he be able to sit down? He was already tired and he only took two drink orders before putting them in at the bar.
This is Narayan | My Occupation: Server at Little Apple Maid Cafe/Guardian Angel | Am I taken?: No Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Bored | Who am I with?: No one specifically | Where am I?: Demetriou Manor - Ballroom | My Suit/Mask?: Suit/Mask
It really stunk in here. When he received the invitation to attend a masquerade ball, he wasn't expecting to be stuck in a room with a bunch of filthy creatures. Demons especially. The sin in this room was blinding. He felt like he was going to choke on it. It was like a thick and scratchy drink that just had a texture you could not stand. He wasn't a fan of drinks that had pulp of any kind in them. It was vile. The only exception was perhaps a smoothie or a shake. Drinks that were meant to have chunks of delicious fruit or some sweet treat. Bit jelly drinks were not a favorite of his. xxxAs the angel looked around the room, he wondered why the heaven he was thinking about which drinks he disliked opposed to other drinks. Did it really matter which drink he preferred when he was in a room with evil? He really wished he had his holy water on him so he could splash some in the faces of those who didn't belong on this earth. Practically. Everyone. There was certainly some regret in coming to this place now. He tried to push that thought away from his head as he moved his body towards the refreshment table to partake in something to drink and to eat. He didn't know if there was some rule to wait, but he didn't really give much of a damn about that. xxx
Riley walked into the ballroom with Alex and Dominic as he adjusted his tie a bit. "I really wish I had worn a bow tie instead of this restrictive thing." The werewolf mumbled as he finally just gave up trying to make his tie look right. By the end of the night he'd probably have it stuffed into his pocket anyway. "You said you found these invites on your desk right Domi? Any idea how they got there?" The raven haired male asked as he pushed his hair out of his baby blue eyes only for it to fall back into place. It was pointless to even try to get his hair to listen. Maybe he'd get a hair cut? Letting out a soft sigh his tail twitched just slightly before his tail curled around his middle like it was a fluffy belt. He'd hate to accidentally trip or hit someone with it.
"No clue. You know I always keep my office locked since I usually just use a portal to get inside. Only a few people have a key to get inside, Alex and you, so I can only imagine whoever got inside used a portal similar to my own." Sam had also had a key to his office but she was gone.. Had someone found the key? How would they know it unlocked his office. 'So many questions but no answers for any of them.. yet.' The demon prince thought as he rolled his shoulders. It had been quiet some time since he had worn this suit so it was a bit of a learning curve. Maybe he should of just worn his leather jacket. It would of saved him so much more time. "For the time being we should just try to enjoy ourselves. Who knows how long it'll be till we go to another one of these?"
"Yeah, especially since everyone is always at each other's throats all the damn time.." Alex hissed out as he ran a pale hand through his snow white hair. His scarred wrist faintly peaking out from under the sleeve of his suit. 'I should have wrapped that up before I left. Oh well. I doubt anyone is going to be paying attention to my wrist during this.' The hybrid thought as his wings shifted under his suit just faintly before settling once more. They were barely noticeable, unless you were looking for them. "I wouldn't be surprised if a fight broke out during this." Alex said before hearing Riley sigh from his comment. "What? Its bound to happen. The tension in here is so dense I could cut it with a butter knife." The male wasn't the type to go to one of these gatherings but here he was. He wasn't happy about it though..
"Alexander.... Stop." Riley growled out as he pinched the bridge of his nose. It was going to be a long night for sure.
A walk to the refreshments table starts and stops Healthy, uncertain and upbeat At the Grand Ball Various people and someone else [Naravan] Outfit and mask A shoulder purse with various items Besides noting one group [Alex, Riley, and Domi], she's interacting with Naravan if okay?
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Her gaze drifted as she walked, not unsure of herself; the surroundings were given that perspective instead. This was something she hadn’t done before, and feeling out of place couldn’t be avoided, realizing that had happened over the time she had spent in attempts to get ready for the event itself. That had turned out well, as far is what she had been able to manage, yet comparing herself against the other people in the crowd she was passing by with was hard to avoid. Knowing that, Ethi moved her attention elsewhere, instead ahead to the area ahead. Other than herself, there were many that filled the ballroom, making her feel relatively self-conscious. Even with her current train of thought, that indecision still was fading off as the setting became more familiar, being more sure she could hold her ground than initially guessed. Stopping in her walk once passing a few more yards, the rabbit turn slightly to look over to the side, seeing a table with food and drink, then taking up a note of inquiry in her demeanor; even when it couldn’t be seen aside from the stance currently held.
In another direction, against the nearby ambiance, what sounded like an argument was going on; and that direction was look to shortly. Picking up that faint sense, she hovered in indecision for the moment, knowing that as a masquerade she couldn’t hang around the drink area and not socialize. Still… talking to someone randomly didn’t seem too right, and with that fact she hovered for a short time longer before turning away and making a paced walk toward the drinks and food, hoping that she would be able to talk to someone over a glass and a plate. If not, it probably wouldn’t hurt her social initiative either; at least in trying to be more slack than she currently was. Reaching the table itself too a few moments, and she hovered briefly before trying to reach for a platter, waiting for someone nearby to make their choice first, wanting to keep to etiquette. Giving them, or him a brief look, she paused before saying anything, realizing he probably couldn’t see any expression she made either. "It’s a nice night, as far as I can tell.” In her words and attempt for conversation, there was an upbeat tone; her current mood different from earlier where caution had taken up her line of thought.
By XeatingcandyX on Gaiaonline
Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 10:35 pm
✠.｡.: Daedric Abyssion:.｡.✠
✠ Mood: Uncomfortable ✠ With: No one of note ✠ Wearing: Mask (Blue, and both sides match each other )
㊬Active Powers: ()
1↔ Akumaarashi Yashi( Demon Tempest Palm) - Aurash can create, shape and manipulate vicious and hellish demonic winds, possessing the capability to twist and destroy everything within their path. This power allows Aurash to create, shape and manipulate the air/wind/air of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything he comes across. As it is his signature element Aurash is a master of utilizing this power and is more resistant to winds produced by lesser beings/ inexperience beings.
Aurash appears walking into focus near the entrance. After straightening his tie he makes his way to the ballroom. As he makes his way thru the immaculate double doors the tension of those inside floods his senses. For a moment Aurash stopped in his tracks seemingly swaying side to side as of he was about to faint prompting some of the staff to offer him some food and drink. He accepted their hospitality and quickly assured them that he was fine before continuing deeper into the belly of the beast. To be honest he wasn’t good in social events. He’d always left the socialization to his wife all those years ago.
ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕠 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 23yo Spider Demon Bartender at The Bayou "Hey, hey, let's do something fun, alright?" Mask / Outfit
Niko was late, as usual, but he had finally arrived to the party. He hadn't been able to figure out how to tie his tie, and eventually had to opt for not wearing one. The stiff, formal clothing was uncomfortable in general for the spider, but had figured the occasion and the Coven would not approve of the partial nudity Niko usually paraded around in. Tugging on the sleeve of his button-up shirt, he looked around to see where Mama Voodoo could be. Niko believed he was arriving with his new apprentice, Luka, as well, so spotting red hair may have been easier than looking for the shorter Amaal.
After some wandering, Niko finally spotted the woman. "Luka!" he called, trotting over to the girl. He looked around for Amaal as well. "Where's Mama?"
A well kept black Ferrari slowed down as it rode up in the mansion’s driveway. The transparent glass made it quite clear who was here for the party. The woman at the passenger seat had a stern expression as their eyes were kept closed while the vehicle was in motion. It was only when the driver opened up their door after the car had stopped, that the head of golden locks glanced at the entertainment. 'This is just so utterly unprofessional.' A woman decorated for the festivities didn’t appear to reflect the good mood. With a hand being gestured towards her, she took ahold of it and propped herself upon the stone floor. "I will contact you should I need a ride back." The driver performed a polite nod of their head before departing back into the vehicle. The engine tickled with life and left the masquerade without another sound. 'To think I would show up here.' Her inner voice sounded weary as the entertainment tried to garner smiles and attempted to bring about a pleasant atmosphere. To anyone’s dismay, should they even care, the corners of Eden’s lips were kept downward as her heels clicked on the hard surface.
Click clack click clack
The head of sunshine hardly paid any attention to the workers present. It wasn’t necessary to waste her time on such trivial things like small talk. Her thoughts returned to the invitation that was secured within the decorated clutch in her hand. 'To receive an invite for this horrific den. What are they planning?' Eden mused over the question as her nose lifted up in the air ever so subtly. The traces of iron, often associated with blood, was a displeasing scent. She doubted that a human, or any entity who lacked a keen sense of smell, would be able to pick it up. Nonetheless, it did put her on edge. 'And they want us to enjoy ourselves here? Preposterous!'
With each step signaling her presence, Eden proceded to gravitate towards the bar. She nearly paused when firm blue ores landed on the right hand of Hell. 'Wonderful, more work.' Any notion of a pleasant evening was quickly dashed away. Her posture straightened up to be as poised as she could be. Only giving the man a nod, the blonde resumed her direction towards an empty seat at the bar. With a quick glance around the ballroom, Eden noted that Vergil wasn’t the only high ranking demon present. 'Maybe a drink to take the edge off.' Continuing to sound weary, her gaze was cast on a man with a griffin-like mask. The manner in which he held himself indicated that he seemed quite tired. "I assume it will be a long night for the both of us." Eve spoke towards the wavy-haired male. If she had to make small talk with anyone, at least it would be better to communicate with someone who also didn’t want to be here as well. "Would you like to take a seat, sir?" Despite her own displeasure at her own predicament, she was polite in her speech. Her tone didn't indicate any hostility as her hand gestured towards an empty seat near her.
This is Me | What I do: Server at Little Apple Maid Cafe | Am I taken?: No What is my preference?: Demisexual | I am feeling: Hungry for flavor | Who am I with?: A woman as far as I can tell | Where am I?: Demetriou Estate - Ballroom | My Suit/Mask?: Suit/Mask
He found his way towards the meats of the spread, his focus currently on the sliced sausages and cheese stabbed in the center with a pretzel stick. Though he didn't take too much to the idea of a phallic piece of combined meats from a slaughtered pig...he thought it taste damn good. That was a delicious little creature here. He could see why people liked it so much. It was juicy, flavorful and had a little bit of spice. But it was very tastefully made. Then his gaze moved towards the other meat offered, his 5th sausage stick being swallowed before he reached out to take the little mini burger. He had seen burgers, ones that were about 3 times the size of this tiny slider. He thought people liked to supersize their food, not shrink it. He imagined that it didn't have much flavor there. It was too tiny!
But he became pleasantly surprised that the cheesy little slider packed as much flavor as a regular burger. It tasted like a sophisticated mini burger. He ate about 6 of those before he moved on once again. As his hand reached out to try the little containers of mousse, he heard the voice of a girl. It drew his attention away from the dessert, but he was still sticking a spoonful into his mouth. It was like eating a creamy cloud. For good measure, he grabbed another cup of the strawberry flavored goodness as he turned entirely to look at her.
"You must not be very astute then. We are in a room full of hungry beasts waiting to prey on someone. There is nothing nice about that. Unless that is your preference. But to me, this is a game of power and who has the biggest scrotum here."
His words were a little blunt, his voice openly monotone and cold as he took another spoonful of mousse into his mouth before he licked the spoon.
"A den of vampires is anything but nice, but I suppose they know their stuff when it comes to consumables."
When Kiriko had stepped out to get changed for the day’s events, this wholesome blonde decided to have a little fun tonight. It wasn’t very common for the mansion to receive so many guests after all. "Might as well make the best of this~" He cooed towards his Corgi companion. The canine gave a happy bark as the Media Star got to work on his outfit. It may stun some, baffle others, confuse a handful, deceive most; but at least Dave would have a good laugh at the end. Dressing up and observing some surprised expressions on people’s face would be pretty glorious! Also...there was something about Kiriko’s behavior that led him to believe that she needed to laugh from the bottom of her heart. With a clenched fist and a**, along with a look of absolute determination, he went about to undergo a transformation.
It wasn’t easy! He had to thank his connections with the drag and trap community for his hard work. Looking into a mirror, at least he was looking more feminine. Sure, there were certain things he couldn’t hide very well but that was why you needed to pick an outfit that would hide such obvious things! 'What to pick..what to pick...' The man pondered to himself as he gazed at his selection. He wanted to exuberate innocence and cuteness to anyone that laid eyes on him. The vampire settled on a sweet, tender looking dress before proceeding with the cosmetics. He took extra care to make sure the extensions were well placed in his hair. 'Hair? On fleek! Lips? Absolutely and deliciously kissable! Outfit? Hugging me in all the right areas! Lingerie? Not leaving much to the imagination.' He gave a wink to the mirror and posed at his transformation. 'You’ve done it again! Now, let the show begin~'
Downstairs was bustling with life and held a variety of folks. They all seemed to receive his invitation well enough. Finding all these interesting folks wasn’t all too hard, it was just a matter of guaranteeing their arrival at the mansion. It was safe to say that this vampire was in a happy mood as they flitted from one guest to the other. They may not have been the host of this party but he wasn’t about to miss the chance of connecting with some people. To really throw himself into character, Dave tried to make his voice sound a bit more...lighter and feminine. If he wanted to sell a look then he absolutely need to play the part to perfection.
David adorned a peacock mask and hid his face behind a very flashy looking fan. The two masquerade pieces complimented one another and were able to hide his slightly masculine facial features. So while he was about socializing with the guests, this man was able to pinpoint a specific individual. Something seemed off about her but she seemed to keep hiding behind her fan. Well, it was time to change the mood a bit. "Well, don’t you look stunning in that dress~ I must say, you really pull it off." With his best girly sounding voice, while shielding his face with the peacock fan, Dave approached a busty blonde. "Oh! I’m so rude! My name is Davida, I hope we can get along tonight~" With a wink, he went and held Kiriko’s hand in his own. "Oh, who am I kidding? Of course we’re gonna have fun!"