Sigismund
Experienced Novice
My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Sept 12, 2011 18:01:28 GMT -5
::Doma castle was truly a sight on this night, backlit by the full Harvest Moon, and lit by firelight, filtered through various veils spread across them, lighting the castle in a spectrum of colors. The honored guests were all being led through the main gate by carriage, having been transported from their vessels at the docks. World dignitaries even from as far as the Tenth world were in attendance, and though they tried to hide it through their mask of pompous indifference, the various leaders and magistrates were admittedly taken aback by the newly regained splendor of the small kingdom they had left to rot in obscurity. Those from far away hid gasps of awe behind soft white gloved hands while those who were familiar with Doma's history (the Imperial represtentatives in particular) boiled with envy. From a balcony overlooking the grand entry, the Count stood in his regal ruby ensemble, a red high collared dinner jacket with black trousers and a black cloak draped over his arm. His long dark hair was swept back in a tail, tied with a leather cord, and his black mustache groomed elegantly::
Yes. Come to my banquet. Eat at my table. Eat yourselves fat from my Kingdom's prosperity while the blood of its people drip down your chin. You came for a show. I will give you pigs a show.
::Stefan entered behind his father::
Stefan: The preparations are complete Father.
Good. Have the servants greet the guests and inform them to begin the ball. The food shall be brought out after our guests have enjoyed the entertainment.
Stefan: At once Father.
Oh and Stefan,
::He waited for his son to face his gleaming red eyes::
All of Gaia's future hinges on this night. Do as you are instructed. Another slip up like the one in the dungeon, and a simple flogging will be the least of your worries.
::Stefan's pride kept him from reaching for the still tender flesh of his back where one of the Count's Wutai servants' whips had tore it open::
Stefan: Yes Father.
::The count faced the window again::
Very well. You are dismissed.
::Not a moment after Stefan had left the chamber, a black clad servant materialized as if form the shadows. The Wutai was clad in black from head to toe, her face hidden behind a wooden Noh mask. Only her voice gave her away as female::
Wutai: This came for you master, from the White Mountain Saint.
::The woman produced a single envelope. The only seal it bore was that of a spider::
Bring it here Shizuka.
::The retainer did as she was instructed. The Count produced a long needle from the folds of his sleeve and cut it open. The letter read in flawless calligraphy::
Greetings to Count Sigismund of Doma. My sincerest thanks for your most courteous invitation, and my deepest well wishes for your sucess tonight. In a show of good will, I myself have provided a special entertainment in conjucntion with the night's festivities.
::The Count sneered and held the message to the torch that hung on the wall nearest him::
The White Mountain Saint. That's what they call her now. But her rouse does not fool me in the slightest. That little spider from Deling City is still the Witch of Webs through and through.
Shizuka: You will forgive me for speaking out of turn master, but why did you invite her if you have no trust in her.
That's the precise reason I did invite her. Better to have her in the daylight where I can see the threads of her webs with my own eyes than skulking in the shadows like those demons she sold herself to. Nevertheless, she did accept my invitation with more enthusiasm than I would care for.
::His eyes narrowed as he continued to watch the procession of guests::
What is your game this time Witch of Webs?
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 12, 2011 18:06:09 GMT -5
::Just outside the Castle's vicinity, a lone carriage being drawn by a pair of pure white stallions made its way down the cobblestone avenue. It was to the back roads of the kingdom, so it was outside the grounds that were graced by the festival's light. Guinevere sat next to Kerion with Lillith at her other side, her hands clasped by that of her husband's. Across from them sat Iole and Oliver::
Now remember little ones, you will enter through the servants doors at the northeast of the kastle.
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Post by Iole on Sept 12, 2011 18:07:21 GMT -5
::Iole groaned under her breath at the costume she'd been forced to wear and whispered::
Violette would be proud.
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Post by Oliver on Sept 12, 2011 18:50:30 GMT -5
Oliver actually was somewhat enjoying his outfit - despite how profoundly silly he was wearing it. A traditional white waiting uniform with waist-coat and slacks, accompanied with a dainty bow-tie. It was stuffy, but he was enjoying the irony of it.
"Well I'm like'in t'is." Oliver said, brushing down his sleeves. "'ope t'ey don't make me just bus tables a'l nig't t'ough. Gonna be a'l like 'Horse de'orvore, sir?'," Failing horribly to say the word. "An' worse comes to worse, I can sti'l b'ow somet'in up. T'is is gonna be t'e best nig't ever." Rubbing his hands together with anticipation.
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Post by Kerion on Sept 12, 2011 19:01:46 GMT -5
::Kerion was silent through the ride, only cracking a smile at Oliver's antics. He forgone all of his weapons, leaving them behind on the Blackjack. The tuxedo he was wearing fit him perfectly. When asked where did he get it, he's only response he was willing to give was 'custom made'. His traditional eyepatch has been replaced with a black wrap patch for a more regal look.::
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 12, 2011 19:01:50 GMT -5
::Lillith, dressed in an emerald green evening gown, oriental style with black beadwork down the bodice, and black elbow length gloves, snapped her fingers in a warning gesture at Oliver::
Lillith: Oliver Fray Tipp, the goal of the evening is to get through it without any explosions, understand?
::Guinevere chuckled behind a black folding fan with white and red roses handpainted along the edge::
I wouldn't joke about that too lightly little Ollie. We kould very well be heading into a den of vipers, and we made have need of those handy skills of yours if things do take a bad turn.
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Post by Lillith on Sept 12, 2011 19:03:55 GMT -5
::Lillith funed at Gwen::
Don't encourage him. I already have my hands full keeping an eye on you.
::she made a gesture to Kerion that he as well should keep his eye on the sorceress who had her pale hand clasped around his::
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Post by Vincent on Sept 12, 2011 19:07:03 GMT -5
Vincent, Nahla, and Gideon were arriving as well, picked up at the air-docks in the provided carriage. Elegant, sparing no expensive in the extravagance of this dog and pony show. Vincent wore his usual dress that made him appear more like a ships captain of old, classical but would probably make him stand out. Nahla however wore a pearlescent slinky dress, Haute Couture from Deling, with jewelry to accent. Elegant and expensive, yet she was still able to slip a few small guns under the fabric - and a knife and one tiny grenade.
As the carriage pulled up to the main gate of the castle, Nahla gawked out the window like a bright eyed child in a wonderland fantasy. "These girls have the most beautiful dresses. And so do I- how 'bout that!" She exclaimed. Vincent adjusted his overcoat. "Yeah, well, just be careful. We drew a good deal of reserve gil to buy that frippery, and you're supposed to make me look respectable." "Yessir Captain Tight Pants." She saluted back, most sarcastically.
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Post by Kerion on Sept 12, 2011 19:07:23 GMT -5
::Kerion nodded to Lillith, meaning he understood what she wanted him to do.:: "How much longer until we get there?"
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Post by Oliver on Sept 12, 2011 19:14:21 GMT -5
"I'll be cautious!" Oliver refuted. "Besides, wou'dn't want to get Iole's 'ovely dress all grimy an' toasted needlessly now." He spoke with a soft smile, looking to her. "T'is is probab'y gonna be just anot'er stuck up rich people's party anyway. Not'in interesting - not like back in Lindblum, now t'ose were parties."
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 12, 2011 19:17:27 GMT -5
Indeed. This will be an evening with some rather stuffed shirt establishment marionettes. So nothing too flashy right away. Iole, I'm speaking mostly to you.
::Gwen snapped her fingers and the carriage came to a halt. As would be expected for a theatrical sorceress like Guinevere, the carriage had no driver save for her power::
This is where Iole and Oliver get out. Oliver, you may slip in and go about the regular routine. Try to remember the etiquette I instrukted you in earlier. Iole, you may find the entertainer's dressing rooms. As a Diva, you're free to akt akcordingly. Ollie, stay klose to her without drawing attention to the fakt. Any questions?
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Post by Oliver on Sept 12, 2011 19:22:17 GMT -5
"Got it, sha'l we, Iole?" Oliver asked as he opened the carriage door and jumped out, offering his hand to Iole.
Slipping through the entrance, they draw barely a glance from the guard. Everything had been arranged beforehand and their presence went unnoticed. Another nameless face of the help and a entertainer. They came upon the kitchen where Iole and Oliver had to split for now.
"Be safe, my love an' don't 'et t'ose drunks out t'ere get too graby now." He spoke, lighthearted for the situation.
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Post by Iole on Sept 12, 2011 19:22:44 GMT -5
Let's just get this overwith.
::Iole huffed, unable to fight back a blush at Oliver's comment about her dress. Then again, she'd been rather on edge for the better part of the day so far. She wrapped her long overcoat and gray scarf around her, more to hide her wardrobe than to fight off the chill. She hopped out of the carriage and waited for Oliver to follow::
::Once they were inside, she gave Oliver a peck on the cheek::
No worries there. They lay a finger on me, I'll just show them the ring. Or I could just bite the finger off. Depends on my mood.
::They parted ways just as a finely dressed noble made an entrance through the portal she was leaving through. They didn't meet eyes, but Iole felt the strangest of sensations pass through her at that moment. He must have as well, because he turned his head just enough to catch the end of her scarf as she rounded the corner. Then he turned to Oliver, the nearest servant. The man stood in a black overcoat that came down to his knees with a black vest and white frilled cravat down the front. His long black hair was swept back and his eyes were the color of candlelight::
Stefan: Gather a few others and make the necessary preparations for the ballroom. Tell Rogan to ready the feast as well.
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Post by Oliver on Sept 12, 2011 19:27:33 GMT -5
"Just don't get t'e finger in t'e Horse de'orvores, be 'orrible to get fired from a fake job." Oliver returned the peck with a quick hug, but they couldn't dally for long. "Break'a leg out t'ere - I'll be watching from t'e f'oor."
Oliver turned as they parted, intending to walk into the kitchen, when the finely dressed man addressed him. "Sir." He nodded, humbly, "It'll be my p'easure." He tried to sound as sincere as possible and thought of himself as an actor like on the video-spheres. It was kinda fun. He departed quickly, now he just had to find this Rogan fellow and fast.
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Gideon Lightfeather
Experienced Novice
No matter what world I am on, one thing is always the same; What is good, and what is evil.
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Post by Gideon Lightfeather on Sept 12, 2011 19:34:04 GMT -5
::Gideon hopped out of the carriage just after Miguel. The tunic he wore was silk that was the same color as his eyes with a golden eagle outlined down the left front. Black leggings and boots were the only thing he could pick out to accomidate the outfit. Despite Vincent's insistence, a thin layer of chainmail remained concealed beneath the tunic. Still, he did have to leave behind his faithful longsword. The stylized tunic coupled with his pale elven features made him appear rather exotic::
Never did enjoy parites.
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Post by Jas on Sept 12, 2011 19:45:22 GMT -5
::Jas sighs in relief as he takes his break. he's been working to help with the preperations. His long white hair was tied back into a tail, he was dressedin the common waiter's uniform, except he had removed the vest it came with. Seeing as there were no animals allowed, he told Kyran to remain outside and near, out of sight with his sword until they're needed.::
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Post by Guinevere on Sept 12, 2011 19:53:53 GMT -5
::The Herald pounded the end of his staff onto the floor, echoing in the great ballroom that was continuing to fill::
Herald: Her Ladyship, the White Mountain Saint of Treno, Sorceress Guinevere Solidus, and Guest Sorceress Lillith Avalerion.
::Guinevere appeared at the top, arm in arm with Kerion while Lillith and Kenny stood to their side in a similar fashion. They descended the steps into the ballroom fashionably in the procession. It didn't take long for Gwen to single out Oliver from the help, carrying a tray of Hors D'oeuvres::
Kould I trouble you for a spot of tea sir?
::Then as an aside she whispered::
Everything going as planned?
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Post by Jas on Sept 12, 2011 21:10:18 GMT -5
"You there!" ::The yell caused Jas to nearly fall back on the chair he was leaning back on. But he caught himself and quickly stood up::
"Yes sir?"
"Take these to the actors room, post haste."
"Yes sir." ::He grabbed the tray before walking to the room and knocking:: "Refreshments."
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Post by Iole on Sept 12, 2011 21:27:29 GMT -5
Come in.
::Jas entered the dressing room and again was nearly knocked backward by surprise when he saw the blue eyes staring back at him. The performer he had been sent to seemed no less startled. She jumped out of her seat and he dropped the tray as they both pointed to each other::
Both: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
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Post by Jas on Sept 12, 2011 21:38:34 GMT -5
"I'm here because of this strange letter I found in my pack, mentioned a white dragon and to protect her. Seeing as you are the only white dragon I know, I figured I look into this event. I had no idea you were going to be here." He said.
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