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Post by Situation on Sept 20, 2007 23:02:49 GMT -5
The city of Treno is a bustle of activity this night – though it’s always night here – the western district is illuminated with music and light emanating from a finely decorated garden leading up to a luxurious mansion just a few short blocks away from the Auction House. Strangely, however, the eastern slums seem eerily quiet.
The large rod-iron gate, elegant in craftsmanship, has a single guard in front of it. He’s a tall and lanky man with tiny square-lens glasses dressed in fine single-breasted light gray frock coat, a white shirt with a winged collar and black bow-tie, with white slacks with a single gray stripe down both sides of the leg and black shoes. He greets you; he says his name is Louis and welcomes you to the ball, his voice thick with a strange swirly – almost outrageous - accent. He requests your invitation or name before allowing you passage.
Once through the gate, you are overtaken with the sights and sounds of a magnificent ball, the likes only the finest of noble people could muster to afford. There are rows of finely dressed aristocrats, bureaucrats, politicians, and military men all dancing and enjoying the copious amounts of food and drink that have been provided.
The mansion that connects to the garden is a fine stone and marble structure of four floors, it’s lit up like a jewel in a museum, but its inside appears to be fairly vacant – say for a few servants preparing more trays of food and drink. On a third floor balcony there is one figure that stands out, a Burmecian - perhaps - of unusual racial traits. She looks mysteriously beautiful – almost cryptic. She’s dressed in a promiscuous outfit, which leaves little to the imagination. She just stands there, watching, perhaps waiting for the arrival of a certain someone.
((Part of the next sl, opened early to get everyone who wants in plenty of time to get here))
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Randi
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Post by Randi on Sept 21, 2007 16:44:41 GMT -5
(OOC: I come back and get shoved into a formal dinner party immediately. There will be vengance)
Her arrival in the city of Treno had only been heralded by the airship streaking through the skies before coming down near the city. The whine of the engine tipped the pilot/captain/mechanic off to some maintence that was needed. Perhaps after the party she'd get to it. Either way, it was a simple manner to quickly lock down and secure the small personal airship before disembarking, straightening out bits of the outfit that had sat in the closet for so long. The spear was left behind since it wasn't exactly easy to incorporate into the dress uniform.
The dress uniform itself started at the feet with a set of black leather boots, shined up and everything. Continuing on up one encountered the slacks of the same color of quality make and cut. A white belt wrapped around her waist, with the holster for her pistol on the right and the sheathed sword on the left. Her shirt was a dark green long sleeved buttoned up affair, neatly pressed and all and mostly covered by the navy blue jacket she wore over it. Her hands were sheathed in black gloves, while her hair was done up in an elegant looking bun. Anyone with a mind for such things would recognize the dress uniform as the fare for Lindbulm's airship corps, though any tags and the like that would have confirmed it have been carefully removed.
It was attired as such that Tya Kalath entered the party, passing off the invitation to the guard when asked. The urge to let out a low whistle at the party itself overpowered her for a moment, though soon enough she schooled her face into a blank look as dark blue eyes danced about, taking in the details. She was hardly the sort to get invited to these sort of things... but curiosity always won out in the end.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 22, 2007 0:04:34 GMT -5
A strange off-shoot of a Burmercian, or perhaps similar race, approaches Tya. He’s dressed in a manner best suited for men of the sea from the golden-age of piracy – almost humorously so. He wears a tricome hat that matches well with the black Justaucorps coat – it has a finely stitched gold trim and numerous brass buttons. Barely showing beneath the Justaucorps is a waistcoat of gold butler suede. He also wears black petticoat britches, with long white knee socks. His feet are black leather shoes adorned with brass buckles.
“You, madam, seem almost out of place.” He bows formally. “I am Vincent Kumi, Captain of the Airship Hijrah. Madam, have the look about you as of a warrior.” His eyes scan you up and down. “Yet, I can’t say I recall you from Vector. Might I be so brash as to ask your name?” The tone in his voice becomes apparent, he's desperately trying to force himself to sound like more a gentleman then he really is.
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Sept 22, 2007 0:11:50 GMT -5
Staring around at how elegant, and graceful the scenery was, as well as the people in it, Rinoa realized how long it had been since she had attended anything nearly this formal. She straightened her little white dress, and squeezed a little handbag in her now sweaty palms, she felt a bit underdressed. She had known it was formal, but never expected anything quite this elegant. She looked around at everybody who had attended, and felt yet again even more out of place. She tuned in on the music playing, and watched some people dancing to the beat of the song, as well as a few who weren't. She began to get lost in the music, and didn't notice as she tripped over someone, and dragged them down with her as she clumsily fell to the ground. She immediately jumped up and turned bright red. After apologizing again and again, she began to wnoder why she had showed up. She no longer had any place in any situation that needed grace or elegance, this wasn't a life she was suited for any longer. She began to walk back towards the door, but figured as she had already shown up, she may as well stay and make the best of the night. She fixed her dress again, realizing she was a bit of amess after her 'crash.' She loosened her grip on the little handbag and grabbed a glass of wine (hoping it would calm her down). She began to pace slowly around the room looking for some conversation to involve herself in.
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Post by Airlia Eyanson on Sept 22, 2007 0:35:54 GMT -5
:After her awkward entrance and becoming more puzzled by the fact her name was on the guest list, Airlia finds herself being given a drink by a waiter and standing alone looking at all of the people in the place:
This is so strange....its like its not even real..
:Airlia slowly takes a small sip and looks around for any familiar faces she may have been broken off from after the minor set back in Vector:
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Post by Randi on Sept 22, 2007 1:00:31 GMT -5
At this point in time Tya had appropiated herself a glass of expensive looking wine, possibly costing more than all of her possessions except her dress uniform and the airship of course. At the approach of Vincent she raised an eyebrow at the gaudily dressed fellow. He recieved a nod in response to the bow, as sh e took a sip from the glass before replying in a clipped and rather military tone. "Parties aren't exactly my cup of tea, I'm afraid. Have never cared for them, in the past or now. Probably won't ever. I wasn't at Vector or anything, however." She shakes her head, setting the glass down on the table and clasping her gloved hands behind her back. "Tya Kalath, Captain of the Eclipse. You can drop the gentleman act though, it doesn't seem to suit you all that much."
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Post by Vincent on Sept 22, 2007 1:12:59 GMT -5
Vincent breaths a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god, not another cursed noble. I thought I was going to pass out trying to keep up that act. It's a pleasure to meet you, if you would..." Vincent motions for Tye to walk with him.
"So... you're a captain? I would love to see your ship sometime. What class is she?" As he talks he notices two people standing away from the rest of the guest. He recognizes one of them, from Vector. The other, looks strangely familar, as if he's seen her picture before.
"Well, there seems to be two more of our types." Vincent motions towards the two other guests. "Perhaps they could shed some light on this party, been dying to know who organized all this."
Vincent and Tya approach Rinoa and Airlia, stopping behind them. Both don't appear to be interacting with each other but that wasn't going to stop Vincent from getting the scoop on this party. "Excuse me, ladies?"
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Post by Randi on Sept 22, 2007 1:19:47 GMT -5
The woman offered a shrug, bringing along her glass of expensive wine either to improve the day some or to just offer a distraction from the party. Either way, she just shrugged as she walked alongside the fellow captain. "One person airship, though it can carry a few more people besides. Lindbulm build. As for the hosts, they seem to like jackals a lot. I'm wondering how they even managed to get a message to me, really."
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Post by Iris Gault on Sept 22, 2007 5:10:03 GMT -5
Iris walked in and took in the scene. Why she had been invited to such an event was beyond even her, but she was more than happy to accept a mysterious invitation. She had swapped out her normal attire for something a bit more formal. An icy-blue dress reached down as far as her ankles. She had opted for matching heels over her normal sleek black boots. Her hair, she simply had Coral put up before she departed. (Coral was off, on one of her secretive trips, which, Iris suspected, was how Coral continued to come up with new places to appear, new people to meet, and the money to get them there. She didn't bother prying into what she did. She left Coral with that solace per their agreement years ago.) Her glasses sat just as delicately as ever on the bridge of her nose, still offering that somewhat chilling stare.
She noted Rinoa, looking rather uncomfortable. Then noticed Airlia, also looking out of place. She stood equidistant from the two.
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Melaina Tien-Bastet
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Post by Melaina Tien-Bastet on Sept 22, 2007 11:12:44 GMT -5
((OOC: I finally have a place to post again! And Melaina's constant PMSing continues...))
:: Melaina approaches the gate, with quite a pronounced scowl on her face. She is currently wearing a slinky, strapless black evening gown, matching strappy heels, and a delicate silver necklace set with small purple stones. However, she did not seem to be very happy about it. Probably because she had been rather abruptly informed by a human woman she had foolishly inquired on the subject that her normal attire was "not quite appropriate" for a ball of this nature. So, it was with a bit of an undue amount of irritation that Melaina provided her invitation and name to the foppish and tactically inadequate guard at the gate. ::
"Melaina Tien-Bastet. And I do not wish to be referred to as 'Mel' or 'Miss Tien-Bastet'. If you must, call me 'Laina'."
:: As she is allowed through, Melaina wonders why she even bothered to come. The only people to socialize with here are humans. A few oddly impressive ones, considering the race as a whole, but even that was a new admission on her part. She quickly takes a glass of wine and stands off to the side, hoping that at least the alcohol will keep her from being completely bored. ::
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Post by Airlia Eyanson on Sept 22, 2007 11:42:42 GMT -5
:More people enter, for once she does recognize a few, taking notice of Melaina and Vincent, both of whom she had met. She remembered Melaina seemed very standoffish and secretive. Vincent was the more extravagant individual that had the crew of misfits. Neither of these two were people she preferred to talk to at the moment, but she took comfort in the fact that there were 'others' here. Airlia takes another sip and finds a seating area along one of the less populated borders of the room. She sits down and places her glass on the table beside her:
What is the point of this anyways?
:Airlia leans her head back and thinks to herself:
I wonder where those bastards are checking right now? Or maybe they're smart enough not to come after me...
:She pauses when she looks down to the weapon hanging at her waist:
Its odd how things worked out. They would have taken that blade anyways....if he hadn't broke it I wouldn't have a weapon right now. This thing is just so....different. It has quite the past though..
:She runs her hand down the Vainslayer and leans back again:
I wonder where Rainii is? I hope that she's safe...I really have no one else to talk to...
:A small sense of lonliness rushes over her, she shutters and grumbles. This is why she never gets close to anyone, someone was bound to disappoint someone else. It's no one's fault. it's just human nature:
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Rinoa Heartilly
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Sept 22, 2007 12:13:34 GMT -5
Still in a bit of a daze listening to the music, Rinoa is completely oblivious to the fact that there were many people entering behind, or that anything other then dancing was going on around her. She was feeling much more relaxed now that she was on her 2 glass of wine. She quickly snapped back to reality, and could hear bits and pieces of conversations going on around her. "Excuse me, ladies?" She heard from behind her, and quickly twirled around, to see if she was one of the 'ladies' being addressed. "Oh, hello" She said awkwardly.
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Post by Rainii Loire on Sept 22, 2007 12:53:30 GMT -5
::The airship lands, and they all disembark, dressed noticably different than when they left Costa del Sol. Rainii's dressed in a strapless silk ball gown, the color of emeralds(and, of course, her eyes.) She doesn't have much in the way of jewlery, except the necklace with the three rings on it, which she refused to take off. Her long, black hair is in curls, which she left down, preffering it that way. Overall, she looks quite regal, which surprised even her.::
::Rainii leads the group to Louis, the guard. She gives him her invitation, and he lets her through, and she enters the party proper.::
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Post by Natalia on Sept 22, 2007 12:56:46 GMT -5
(OOC: Rainii told us to go to Treno... so here we are. I'll just kind of move Kenny along. Sorry for making you talk... again)
::Natalia hesitates outside the ballroom::
Iole: Something wrong Auntie?
It's just... something about this doesn't feel right.
Iole: Do you want to go home?
::She pauses:: No. I promised Rainii we'd stay. Besides, it'd be a shame to let your party dress go to waste.
::Iole twirls in her new blue party dress that Natalia had made for her. Natalia herself was wearing a dark violet dress, with the usual open drawstring front, but it's more slimming than the dress she wore for an audience. And there's an opening in the skirt to allow her legs movement for dance. Adam had taken her to a ball like this once. It was one of those few memories of him she had allowed herself to keep. Kenny's approach breaks into her thoughts::
Kenny: Do I have to wear this? I look like... like...
::She smiles at him as he tries to straighten the coat of the formal attire she had provided him with::
Like my escort. ::He returns her smile, and they enter the ball, arm in arm, with Iole in tow::
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Post by Vincent on Sept 22, 2007 13:24:25 GMT -5
Vincent nods at Rinoa. "I'm sorry if I sound a bit blunt, but I couldn't help notice. Are you Rinoa Heartilly, one of the few who defeated Ultimecia? I must say its quite an honor to meet you."
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spies Rainii, Natalia and the rest of the crew from Vector. "One moment, please. Just noticed a few people that you must meet and must I..."
Vincent walks away. "Natalia! Rainii! Over here!" He raises his hand and waves, bartering for their attention but he fails to notice the waiter carrying the silver tray of wine and smacks the tray right off his hands. "Oh shi! Sorry sorry!" He makes a half-ass attempt to appear like he is going to help him up but instead continues forward towards Rainii and Natalia.
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Post by Rainii Loire on Sept 22, 2007 13:29:31 GMT -5
::Rainii smiles as she sees Vincent, and openly laughs as he knocks over the tray. She waves back at him, and begins to walk toward him.::
"Vincent! It's been awhile!"
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Sept 22, 2007 13:29:34 GMT -5
Wathcing the tray fall to the floor, Rinoa let out a rather loud giggle. She watched the waiter stumbling to pick it up and walks over to help him. Still smiling, she lifts the tray and helps to pick up the glasses which had crashed to the floor. She helps the waiter up, and steps back to where she is standing.
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Post by Natalia on Sept 22, 2007 13:34:57 GMT -5
Well well well, Captain Vincent. I should have known you'd be here as well. Not one to turn down a party. How did your business in Vector go?
::She winks slyly at him, and once again, she appears to know something Vincent doesn't want her to::
Is the rest of your crew here?
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Post by Vincent on Sept 22, 2007 13:47:01 GMT -5
"I should say I'm surprised to see the rest of you here... and thats got me more uncomfortable." Vincent scratches the back of his head. "Any idea who the people are who set this up? I couldn't scrounge up any information."
Vincent looks around for a moment, eyes darting back and forth. "Miguel is here as well, he's snooping around for me... just he should of been back by now. He better not have only found where they're keeping the booze."
He taps his forehead. "It almost slipped my mind, there's someone here you have to meet. This way!" Vincent motions for the others to follow, in doing so he again bumps into the same waiter, knocking him back to the ground. "Ah! Sorry again! Stop standing there!" Leaving the poor fellow to be, he walks back to Rinoa.
"Miss Heartilly! These are some friends of mine that I'm sure you'll love to meet."
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Post by Natalia on Sept 22, 2007 13:54:18 GMT -5
::Natalia follows suit, to meet Vincent's new acquaintance::
Rinoa Heartilly? The pleasure's all mine. I'm Natalia. This is Iole, my apprentice, and this is Kenny... my knight.
::She extends her hand to Rinoa. She's not wearing her gloves, so her birthmark is plainly visible. A fire-colored eye with dark bat-like wings on either side::
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