Event RP - Multiple People!
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Rook — 10/09/2021
Event RP~
With the changing of seasons, and to keep up a likely trend, the Grimani House (though more through Danaus) is hosting a Masquerade Ball at their House. The festivities will be down in the garden, and everyone's required to be in costume, with foods from the local shops. Everything is made to match the current season, both in type and design.
For appetizers, there is caramel apple dip and Fig and Blue Cheese Bruschetta, as well as treats in the form of Pumpkin or Apple pie and honey cinnamon bars. Plenty of different wines are available.
For the event, all are welcome to attend with no fee to get in. As expected, there are guards at the ready should anyone try to cause trouble and plenty of music for anyone who wants to dance more than they want to mingle.
While both the Patriarch and Matriarch of the House aren't there, Danaus promises everyone everything is fine.
Enrica — 10/09/2021
Everything was fine. Grimani was fine. Aiolfi was fine. If nobody asked questions, the better they all would be.
She'd asked Torbjorn - though whether he declined or not, it seemed like a lot of Social for a family that kept out of the way. It was still funny to think about, in a less chaotic world, Lord Aeson being startled by a norseman or two - and the daughter of his guardian house - on the backs of their raptors!
Silently, she appreciated Dan for it. It was something fun, for once. And masks were easy to hide behind.
She was orange, violet and red; she was fiery and feathery; her sleeves were trimmed with equally vivid vermillion feathers for the event (rigged to gently drop from the hems at the pull of a well-placed stitch after the event); the same feathers were present as long tails that served as the train of the dress.
She'd seek Danaus first, but if the wine were closer, that was the table around which she'd hover a little closely. Social! Yes! Wine! How are you! Everything's fiiiiiineeee~!
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Henrico — 10/10/2021
Somewhere along the way, Henri ended up confused. Really, the poor lad just needed someone to sit on his shoulder and direct him, because he didn't even have an excuse this time. Outside of Thornmouth, wandering the long roads... that was another story, but within the walls? He should have known where he was going.
It was pure luck that he was dressed in the proper colors, though not nearly as "prim and proper" as one would assume of a party-goer. A deep mahogany tunic over (what Henri would consider) his best pair of trousers meant that he at least looked like he fit in... with the help. Almost perfectly.
Naturally, if he had known that the Grimani's were holding a ball and that the uniform of choice for the servers (and such) would be almost exactly the same outfit he had been wearing, perhaps he would have been a little more careful about where he ended up. Alas, he was airheaded on a good day and was flagged down by one of the (back door) doormen as he was passing through.
"Oi! Don't go wanderin' off, you've got work ta' do," would be the doorman's rough words as he waved Henri into the door.
Henri, who was ever the sort of person to go along with ...well, literally anything, just simply said, "Me?" and allowed himself to be ushered in and given a server's mask. He certainly looked the part, but that didn't mean that he'd be successful. At all, really.
From one breath to the next, he somehow found himself carrying a tray with the apple pie and honey cinnamon hors d'oeuvres through the room. By the time he realized that perhaps he should have said something, he was already in the lavishly decorated ballroom and people were picking from his precariously balanced tray and all he could think to himself was an understated, Oh bother.
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/10/2021
A party. Jules liked parties. Granted, his idea of a party historically had been a round of hot food and beer in a bar, singing sailor songs till he fell down piss drunk. Since being dead, and since running away from home, he had regrettably not been invited to any parties.
This one was more hoity toity than he usually went for. But this one had the seductive whisper of the possibility of free booze.
He didn't have work. Didn't have means to get booze easily. And despite being dead he still found himself a raging alcoholic. Almost literally raging, for want of a stiff drink.
But there was also the issue of a COSTUME being required. That too could be fixed- a quick stop at the tanner and a goat hide and set of horns could be "borrowed" for an evening, making him a slightly musty satyr.
It wasn't fancy. But he wasn't here to be fancy. He scoped out the place looking for wine, or beer, or literally anything else to get properly shitfaced with.
Berry — 10/10/2021
Berry recalled Legacy's words to her as she made her way up to the fancy residence. "It's a party, Ma, you used to love those! Go, make some new friends that aren't seedy tavern drunks for a change."
And her daughter had been right, so she allowed Legacy to doll her up, pink, curly hair into a fancy messy bun with delicate floral pins. She'd even allowed for a coat of face-paint, modest yet striking. Her outfit consisted of a well-fitting outer jacket of a striking raspberry red, trimmed with delicate silver-like embroidery that could, of course, not really be made of silver, but twinkled in such the same manner. Under her coat she wore a similarly embroidered vest in a slightly darker burgundy, with an expensive-looking tunic underneath it all. Trousers she wore were of the same fabric and shade of her vest, with only simple embroidery around key spots in the design. She wore a wooden mask, carved and painted to look like the skull of a deer, though cut off before the muzzle so that it exposed the lower half of her face for easy drinking... er, eating.
Once she'd been allowed onto the premises, Berry noted a familiar face, and, intending to give Jules a startle, crept up on him with a suprising cat-like grace. If he did not notice her or her strawberry scent over his own musk, she'd lean forward over his shoulder and grumble, "Lookin' fer a snack?"
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Jules P. Thurgood — 10/10/2021
Jules flinched but then grinned wide to see her. "Oh, hiya lady. Believe it 'r not I actually just ate not too long ago. The necks of these here party goers are safe for now. Their kegs though... another story."
He looked around the costumed throng. "Hard to find a drink though. I think the waiters are avoiding me for some reason."
The smell probably was part of it.
Rook — 10/10/2021
Danaus looked to the people who wandered in, greeting the usual visitors and he'd turn to Enrica. "Lady Enrica, good evening. I trust you're well? Are you alone tonight?" He was, of course, oblivious to whatever was going on with her siblings and just assumed maybe they were feeling the same as his parents.
"Please enjoy yourself. If you need anything from me, I'm happy to help." He'd pluck up a glass of wine, and headed to his wife's side, looking to the bright pink hair decorating Berry's head.
Torbjorn — 10/10/2021
A little flair was something his family often owned, being the only vikings around the area (as far as they knew) and Torbjorn was no different. He was dressed appropriately, mask and all, but he strode in on the back of his pale Utahraptor.
Guests unused to such a creature likely looked concerned, but the viking waved. "She's harmless, honest!" Despite the very predatory appearance of the feathered reptile. "Richa! Look, I'm dressed all fancy! I even borrowed feathers from someone's bird." He dismounted and found a spot to tie the creature up to, and Lindi immediately moved to lay down.
"This is great, I've never been to a party like this. So...do we just eat?"
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Raddox — 10/10/2021
Raddox knew nothing of the Grimani family, be he heard much of the gossip of a masquerade ball on the estate. He could hardly believe noble folks in such a city were opening their doors and allowing strangers into their home, and with the opportunity to disguise oneself he couldn’t pass up the chance.
In perhaps the first streak of good luck in what felt like a long while -through some bets and gambles- Raddox happened upon a respectable (enough) change of clothes. All black was his least favorite palette but it had a way of masking blood and sweat stains excellently, and in the dark no one could tell how faded and mismatched the blacks were. The tight studded doublet was definitely sized for someone smaller than him, leaving a few of the top buckles unfastened made it more comfortable. And at least it was easy to hide the short trousers under high riding boots. There wasn't much the devil pirate could do as far as his silhouette and skin, Raddox hoped most of the guests would simply assume his horns and tail were part of the costume, a brass patina skull mask would work just fine to cover the top half of his face.
He strode straight on to the estate and into the garden without so much as a second look, at least from what he could tell. Raddox spotted the nearest gathering of servers and loomed over them, taking one of each thing off their trays. He devoured hors d'oeuvres and easily slammed back four flutes of champagne- and looked like he wouldn’t be slowing down. The moment the server he trapped in his presence tried to inch away, he grabbed his tray.
“These lil’glasses ain’t gonna cut it sweetheart. Be a good lad and fetch us a bottle.”
Berry — 10/10/2021
Berry offered her own lopsided grin to Jules as she backed away, as much to get away from the smell as the fact that she didn't actually like the vampire. "Ach, don' say that, yer as charmin' as a rafflesia flower." It was an insult, but delivered in such a friendly tone that if Jules hadn't heard of the corpse flower before, he might actually take it as a compliment.
"Ye jes' gotta flag 'em down real friendly, like this." As she turned, she caught someone unknown staring at her hair, so she gave it a little shake, bouncing the curls for view, before offering her onlooker a wink and a wave. Attention was quickly grabbed by a waiter with champagne, and she grabbed three glasses from his tray, offering one to Jules. Of the two left, she slammed one back, then replaced it on the tray. The second she held in her hands properly, for appearance's sake.
Raddox's arrival pulled her attention away from Jules yet again, and she raised her glass to the red giant, with a cheery, "Fancy seein' ye again!" called in his general direction.
Back to Jules, she'd add, "I'm glad ye found a meal. Ye seemed just a bit desperate when last we talked, an' th'last thing a stuffy moneybags party needs is a guy like ye goin' feral." She paused, considering. "Or maybe it's exactly what we need."
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/10/2021
"HAH! Don't tempt me. These fancy britches sonsa bitches would get so upset they'd spill their caviar- oh you!"
He pointed at Raddox. "The panty thief. Didn't take ya for a man of airs and riches." He smirked.
"Hes actually the one that fed me. Not from his own neck, don't get me wrong." He pointed out the pirate to Berry.
"Such a generous bloke and we didn't even exchange names with the pleasantries did we. Jules." He stuck out his hand.
Rasiel — 10/10/2021
By the luck of one of her old employers, Rasiel found their way into the Grimani House as a guest and not a body guard for one of the pompous rich. At first they stayed by their employers, they smiled under a red velvet mask that resembled a puma. To their distaste their hair was slicked back and down behind their head. They wore a suit-vest to match,A black buttoned all the way up (which made her feel way too suffocated) with a wine-red vest, decorated with black details. They also had black trousers , and high boots with the same red details. They also had a black cape that draped on their left side that was lined in red. They thought it was all too suffocating.
As soon as they could step away from the party near by, she would pop open a few buttons and mess up their hair. They enjoyed looking more disheveled, Though now the tricky part was to find someone that would be willing to talk to her. She huffed at the thought of akward small talk and pulling a small flute and downing it before grabbing another one. Hoping the alcohol would warm them up to the party as they look for the first interesting group to snake their way into.
Cody — 10/10/2021
Among the attendees is a new face, as much as any present a face at such an event. Reinhild's mask of choice is a thing of sturdy black leather banded around her skull with the image of a lidded, weeping eye raised in gold on its ebony surface. It is a wonder how she sees at all, yet she appears to navigate the gathering quite capably. The rest of her outfit is composed of a well pressed and maintained uniform of some kind with the extra bits of polish and flair that suggest it was intended for formal occasion rather than digging through guts and evading gunfire on a battlefield. It is accompanied by a coat slightly too big for the rat's frame and height, the garment of an officer of larger stature than the spindly alchemist. Her furless paws are ungloved and she navigates the crowd with a crisp, precise step.
She crosses paths with Henrico as he goes about serving from a tray, and while her face is covered the stare of her mask is piercing and the easy smile in which her expression rests seems knowing. "Good evening." She offers him politely ashe plucks up a morsel of food and moves on.
She elects to insert herself by Enrica and Danaus. "Good evening." She repeats to the both of them. "Lovely plumage." She remarks idly to the former of the two, though it seems the host isn't long in staying.
Raddox — 10/11/2021
Raddoxs braid whipped to one side as he turned to the calls for his attention, which allowed the poor server he trapped to sneak away. He half expected to be caught already, but grinned at the two folks he actually recognized. "So theyll let bloody anyone in here won't they?" Raddox guffawed, shoving a little cheese pastry in his mouth before meeting Berry and Jules.
He spoke with his mouth full, wiped his hand on the chest of his jacket and met Jules with a hardy handshake. "Haw. Fokk off mate." Panty thief comment aside he was still pretty jovial about meeting the vampire again. "But that's right wasn't it? Juss a coupla good fokkin samaritans ain't we? Raddox. Thanks for clearin out me trash."
"Ah! And here's a lady I racked up a drink tab with." Raddox have her a wink and a grin, lifting his glass toward her to see if she would meet it. "Pleasure runnin into ya again Berry. Lookin almost properly blue blooded I see."
"So ah- either a you know what this party's about? Not gonna turn into a battle royal y'think? Didn't come equipped for that, but I can make do."
Berry — 10/11/2021
Berry's eyebrows shot upwards with curiousity as Jules made his comment, though she waited until Raddox had made his way to him to make her quiet inquiry. "Panty thief, ey? Funny, I didn' strike ye as th'type." She grinned, elbowing the pirate in his lower ribs gently. She took the blue-blooded compliment in stride, clinking glasses with Raddox, before bowing to her company in an elegantly practiced half-curtsy, half gentleman's bow that was common in her homeland among the few female warriors. "You'd be surprised how blue-blooded I can be." She responded with a wink, all trace of barbarianism gone from her voice for just a flash. "In any case, I think it's some sort of autumn celebration? I dunno, mah daughter's th'one that told me about it." She answered, accent returned.
(Continued, bringing legacy in)
Legacy — 10/11/2021
Legacy finally arrived to the party, dressed in a similar raspberry red as her mother, although her dress was donned with sparkling gold adornments and, unlike her mother, a proper dress, accented with delicate embroidery of autumn leaves and acorns around her hem. Her mask was blazing gold and red, tall feathers jutting from both sides as they reached past the back of her head, fanned out in a messy half circle from crown to neckline. She'd find her mother first, upon entry, chatting with two men of... questionable origins. "Oh, Ma. I send you off to a proper party with proper people, and you still manage to-- well, nevermind, it's only to be expected." She turned to Jules and Raddox and offered a proper curtsy, head bowed so that even her mask was hidden by her bangs for a brief moment. "Legacy Vallasri, pleasure to make your acquaintance." She'd wait for a proper introduction, eyeing Raddox and Jules with a politely diplomatic expression.
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/11/2021
"Raddox? Pleased to put a name to the face, bub. Ya here to do some quality pilfering then?"
And then an interruption. He whistled low at Legacy. "Pleasure's all mine, you look good enough to eat." He grinned hungrily.
Carneiros — 10/11/2021
After a little bit of suspicion and difficulty at the door, the tall unseelie finally manages to get inside. His arm intertwines with his beautiful partner's own, a bright smile upon his lips and shimmering insectoid wings upon his back. The mask upon his face is iridescent black with a beak-like protrusion over his nose and gold edges to the feathers that frame the corners of his eyes.
"Look at all the feathers" he says with delight, first of all pointing out Enrica to his love "She looks like a phoenix." and then Torbjorn "And what a handsome peacock she's with" he seems giddy, though he hides it well for the moment. In fact after his encounter with Sandro the other day his spirits had been much higher. Evren meant the world to him, but he still needed to socialize and while he had friends around him, the locals tended to make him feel quite isolated until that night. It had injected a new sense of hope.
Now here he was, hoping to find him here at the party "Dear, I do hope my new friend Alessandro is here so you can meet him." It was almost the main reason he was here, he's so eager to introduce the two of them but he soon finds a new appeal. The chaos of a party, so many mismatched individuals in one room, none of them seem to really fit together like a jigsaw with non-matching pieces.
It brings him a small energy boost and he steps further into the room quite tentatively, hoping no one would cause a scene while he searches for someone with a tray of drinks, looking quite enamored with the beauty of his partner, enjoying pointing out the costumes and decorations as they walked together.
October 12, 2021
Rasiel — 10/12/2021
Rasiel made their way through the crowd fluidly. Trying to decide who would be the lucky group to converse with them. They peeked through the crowd before finding a pair of horns.
Ah, another infernal , at least there would be something in common. They walk their way up to the group they put a hand above their chest and a big smile, their other hand still holding their flute of alcohol.
"My, You all look like a fun bunch, you wouldn't mind if I find conversation here? The others aren't very interesting in their chatter,"
Raddox — 10/13/2021
He chuckled after Berry elbowed him, "Aye, so maybe just as surface as it seems t'be. I always think rich folks got something up their sleeve."
"Hopefully leave with something quality in me pockets. Or get shit faced on some quality brew." Grinned and snickered to Jules, "Fokks sake mate- least wait til her ma ain't around." Raddox threw back the remainder of his weak drink as he took in Legacy's masquerade costume. Someone followed the assignment.
"Can't hardly blame him Miss Legacy you're quite gorgeous." His golden teeth flashed as he smiled giving her a small, shallow sort of bow on return. "See the apples stayed close to the tree, ye mother's spoken well a ya."
"Haw!" He heaved a single laugh as a young stranger came up to the group. "Wasn't expectin us to be so popular ton- wait-" Raddox took a step toward Rasiel. He flung a hand out and grabbed the collar of their shirt, balling it in his metal fist. "Whater you doing here?" He squinted, and bore down on them almost threateningly, suspicious of this new tiefling. "Laddie do I know you?"
Rook — 10/13/2021
Danaus looked over to the newest arrivals, though the group that mingled around one of the tables was eyed with minor concern. Hopefully all would go well there, but if not, that's what the guards were for. In came the rat, and he looked to the Doctor that wandered over. "Good evening." He said, eyebrows raised.
Well, a giant rat was new.
Torbjorn — 10/13/2021
"Hey, thanks!" The young viking remarked to Carneiros, and a bit of a salute was given. "Looks like the place is a bit lively, yeah?" He wandered off a moment, just to get a drink and something to eat. The group mingling was offered a wave first, as Bjorn scooped up some of the Bruschetta. "Hope you guys aren't claiming this table for yourselves!"
Because that would stop him from taking it.
"A shame there's no meat." He couldn't quite spoil Lindi with everything there.
Legacy — 10/13/2021
Jules' comment would earn him a demure smile and kiss on the cheek-- or so it seemed; ruby lips hovered near his cheek before manicured fingers aimed to grab the vampires' ear and yank it hard and down, and she sweetly corrected, "Manners, darling. 'It's, nice to meet you Legacy, and you're looking quite lovely,' when you great a lady." If she'd grabbed his ear, she'd at this point let go, taking a step back and covering her nose with a many-ringed hand as her golden eyes stared at him icily.
She bowed her head to Raddox. "Thank you." Back to Jules, she'd pointedly and coldly say, "Like that."
But then Raddox was grabbing the shirt of a new arrival, and she began to step away. "I'm afraid your company is too... rowdy for me, Ma. I'm going to move on, and I do hope you don't mind." And with that, she'd grab her mother's arm, kiss her on her cheek, and sweep her way over to Danaus, his wife, and the rat. "Good evening, do you mind if I join you?"
Berry — 10/13/2021
Berry grinned and leaned back on her heels as Jules made his comment on her daughter being edible. "Playing a dangerous game there, Laddybuck, an' not jes because her Ma's right here te kick yer ass!" She warned him in a singsong voice, eyes flicking to Raddox and offering him a wink as her daughter moved to defend herself. "I am so, so proud of her."
Raisel was given a head nod and a gesture of welcome. "Welcome, welcome! h'more th'merrier--- er, well. Maybe not!" She whistled and allowed room for Raddox and their new arrival, glancing at Torbjorn with a grin. "ach, no, help yerself!" She invited, as if there wasn't the beginnings of a fight behind her.
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/13/2021
Jules watched her approach with a grin, then gritted his teeth as his ear was yanked down. He wasn't the type to pick fights with pretty girls if he could help it- so the only other option was to take his lumps.
"...my apologies, Miss Legacy." He said somewhat snidely, rubbing his ear. "The gals here are real nice. They don't go straight for the nuts when ya piss em off."
He smirked. But then Raddox was suddenly picking a fight of his own. His eyes widened and he took a step back. Infernals might start slingin' fire if they got too pissed off.
Rasiel — 10/13/2021
Her brows jump a little at the sudden grab at her coat. She takes a second and looks down before giving a sickly sweet smile at immediately grabbing the cold, metal wrist. She tightens her grip to make sure he can't yank it away so easily and ruin her shirt.
"Now, Now I have no idea who you are." Her voice stayed calm and easy as she kept her grip tight. "Which is good, because if you don't let go, well, I won't feel bad about possibly breaking your hand," She gave a wide fanged grin; keeping a mostly friendly, calm demeanor. Well, except for the iron grip part.
"The name is Rasiel, now will you let go of my shirt, it's one of my favorites,"
Raddox — 10/14/2021
Raddox didn't notice really anything going on around him, focused on what Rasiels answer would be, but under his judgemental glare the other tiefling didn't look or sound like anyone he knew. And her introduction only confirmed that- the tension lifted immediately- at least from the pirate. "Oh! Hahaw! Lost this one prolly before ya was ever born, and ain't the first replacement neither." He returned the smile though his was not loaded.
" My mistake! I thought you was one a my own! Sorry bout that laddie." He took his hand back with little struggle at all, and stepped back from Rasiel, giving them a heavy, friendly pat on the shoulder. "No hard feelins- y'know how it is runnin into family, it can get ah- violent."
"Raddox- pleasure pleasure- have a couple drinks find ya a pretty server an you'll forget all about it." He quickly introduced himself and turned back to Jules and Berry. "Now where were we?"
Enrica — 10/15/2021
One by one the guests filtered in; Richa could appreciate the pink-haired woman...and her choice of trousers.
Dan had asked after any guests and she poured a glass, swirling it in a fidget.
"Well, I came alone, Marc is off...well, doing Marc things." It was light, but they knew. "...and Jac's been a little under the weather - but I did ask a friend to come, hope he doesn't-WHOOP-!"
Enrica's start was a gleeful one; she moved quickly to cover her shout. And it was pretty quickly evident that that the friend in question was Bjorn on a raptor.
A small squeak to Danaeus between her fingers. "He brought Landi." It was giddy, and spoken as if that explained the creature he rode in on, entirely.
"Yeah! You just go for it!" It was utterly Un-Ladylike, but Bjorn and his family were privy to a far less proper Enrica than most.
"She looks like a phoenix."
She flourished theatrically at that, utterly game to show off - though when hearing that the voice had emanated from that winged unseelie and his dragon, she did offer both a slight and polite bow. "You are lovely, yourselves." Though she did quirk her head. "You met my father?"
The rat-woman was next to arrive, and Enrica offered her a small bow of greeting. "Good evening!" Her mask and officer garment was intriguing and Enrica couldn't help but ; blessedly, her stare, alight, was somewhat hidden beneath said plumage!
"Lovely coat!" She offered a hand. "Enrica di Aiolfi."
Rasiel — 10/16/2021
As soon as the other tieflings hand let go from their shirt and they yanked it away, she let all her tension drop with a huge grin on their face. They pulled at their shirt quickly to get the wrinkle out and returned the heavy pat with a light knock from their knuckle.
"Ha, I feel the same, good thing I haven't run into mine" They take another swig from their flute and when it was empty they placed it on the nearest tray they could and took another, bowing their head at the server. "Already on the whole drinking bit, hopefully I'll find the pretty server soon," she hummed in response
Carneiros — 10/17/2021
Carneiros beams at Torbjorn, flourishing playfully and bowing. Well, this was going swimmingly, and then Enrica addresses him directly. Father?, he blinks in surprise and looks quickly to Evren in a very 'I had no idea!' way. The fae smiles and leans closer to her, she was quite busy speaking to her friends but he manages to find an opening "Thank you, dear. I did meet your father, though I had no idea he had such a fiery daughter!" he motions to the dress with laughter, the illusion of flames lick at the hems of her dress as he does so but yet it does not burn. He probably should warn people before he sets their clothes on fire but he hadn't felt inclined to do so.
The effect seems to stay, she'd have it for an hour. "We met when he was on patrol... I'd like to think we became friends that night. If he's not here tonight do pass on my greetings to him. My name is Carneiros... I suppose masquerades are events for anonymity but I expect I'm still a little obvious with or without the mask, hah!" he tells her warmly, his piercing yellow eyes searching her for some sort of recognition. Did they all know? ...had they been told bedtime stories as children in which he was a veritable boogie man perhaps?
He offers a hand to her and would kiss the back of her hand briefly as is only polite if allowed.
Berry — 10/18/2021
"Ye haven't tried goin' fer th'nuts, 'ave ye? S'th'first thing a man instinctively protects when ye fight him." Berry sipped her champagne as she watched Raddox and Raisel work out their problems. "S'hard te get a good shot in. Best thing te do actually is move like yer goin' te crush 'em, then go fer th'nose instead. Ye'll break it ten outta ten times, cause th'stupid git will always be so focused on protectin' 'is future children that 'e'll forget they aren't th'only sensitive spot."
"We were welcomin' in this kid." She tipped her glass towards Raisel. "Though ye kinda fucked that part up. Well, 'twas a more interestin' hello than we've seen yet tonight, even if ye've scared my poor daughter off." She grinned, then stepped back into their circle, reaching her free hand out to Raisel. "Berry."
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/18/2021
"Ya don't say? Maybe I'll get myself a protective codpiece and start coverin' my face instead." He winked at Berry.
"I learn all kinds of useful stuff talkin' to ya." He finished off his glass and dropped it on the floor and went to go hunt down the waiter for another.
"Pardon me folks. If the Hellraisers here ain't gonna light up the joint just yet, I'm gonna find me either a stiff drink or a gal who will put out."
Rasiel — 11/04/2021
Rasiel warmly returns the tipping of the glass. Rasiel returns the hand with a strong hand shake; they grinned ear to ear.
"Oh, I remember you," they chuckled "But, if we're re-introducing ourselves, Rasiel" They tipped their head in a mock bow. "Didn't I tell you, I always make everything I do grand, including entrances," They take another drink from their new glass before their tail flicks a bit. Shaking off the bits of tension from Raddox's introduction. "How are y' doing tonight,"
Event RP~
With the changing of seasons, and to keep up a likely trend, the Grimani House (though more through Danaus) is hosting a Masquerade Ball at their House. The festivities will be down in the garden, and everyone's required to be in costume, with foods from the local shops. Everything is made to match the current season, both in type and design.
For appetizers, there is caramel apple dip and Fig and Blue Cheese Bruschetta, as well as treats in the form of Pumpkin or Apple pie and honey cinnamon bars. Plenty of different wines are available.
For the event, all are welcome to attend with no fee to get in. As expected, there are guards at the ready should anyone try to cause trouble and plenty of music for anyone who wants to dance more than they want to mingle.
While both the Patriarch and Matriarch of the House aren't there, Danaus promises everyone everything is fine.
Enrica — 10/09/2021
Everything was fine. Grimani was fine. Aiolfi was fine. If nobody asked questions, the better they all would be.
She'd asked Torbjorn - though whether he declined or not, it seemed like a lot of Social for a family that kept out of the way. It was still funny to think about, in a less chaotic world, Lord Aeson being startled by a norseman or two - and the daughter of his guardian house - on the backs of their raptors!
Silently, she appreciated Dan for it. It was something fun, for once. And masks were easy to hide behind.
She was orange, violet and red; she was fiery and feathery; her sleeves were trimmed with equally vivid vermillion feathers for the event (rigged to gently drop from the hems at the pull of a well-placed stitch after the event); the same feathers were present as long tails that served as the train of the dress.
She'd seek Danaus first, but if the wine were closer, that was the table around which she'd hover a little closely. Social! Yes! Wine! How are you! Everything's fiiiiiineeee~!
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Henrico — 10/10/2021
Somewhere along the way, Henri ended up confused. Really, the poor lad just needed someone to sit on his shoulder and direct him, because he didn't even have an excuse this time. Outside of Thornmouth, wandering the long roads... that was another story, but within the walls? He should have known where he was going.
It was pure luck that he was dressed in the proper colors, though not nearly as "prim and proper" as one would assume of a party-goer. A deep mahogany tunic over (what Henri would consider) his best pair of trousers meant that he at least looked like he fit in... with the help. Almost perfectly.
Naturally, if he had known that the Grimani's were holding a ball and that the uniform of choice for the servers (and such) would be almost exactly the same outfit he had been wearing, perhaps he would have been a little more careful about where he ended up. Alas, he was airheaded on a good day and was flagged down by one of the (back door) doormen as he was passing through.
"Oi! Don't go wanderin' off, you've got work ta' do," would be the doorman's rough words as he waved Henri into the door.
Henri, who was ever the sort of person to go along with ...well, literally anything, just simply said, "Me?" and allowed himself to be ushered in and given a server's mask. He certainly looked the part, but that didn't mean that he'd be successful. At all, really.
From one breath to the next, he somehow found himself carrying a tray with the apple pie and honey cinnamon hors d'oeuvres through the room. By the time he realized that perhaps he should have said something, he was already in the lavishly decorated ballroom and people were picking from his precariously balanced tray and all he could think to himself was an understated, Oh bother.
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/10/2021
A party. Jules liked parties. Granted, his idea of a party historically had been a round of hot food and beer in a bar, singing sailor songs till he fell down piss drunk. Since being dead, and since running away from home, he had regrettably not been invited to any parties.
This one was more hoity toity than he usually went for. But this one had the seductive whisper of the possibility of free booze.
He didn't have work. Didn't have means to get booze easily. And despite being dead he still found himself a raging alcoholic. Almost literally raging, for want of a stiff drink.
But there was also the issue of a COSTUME being required. That too could be fixed- a quick stop at the tanner and a goat hide and set of horns could be "borrowed" for an evening, making him a slightly musty satyr.
It wasn't fancy. But he wasn't here to be fancy. He scoped out the place looking for wine, or beer, or literally anything else to get properly shitfaced with.
Berry — 10/10/2021
Berry recalled Legacy's words to her as she made her way up to the fancy residence. "It's a party, Ma, you used to love those! Go, make some new friends that aren't seedy tavern drunks for a change."
And her daughter had been right, so she allowed Legacy to doll her up, pink, curly hair into a fancy messy bun with delicate floral pins. She'd even allowed for a coat of face-paint, modest yet striking. Her outfit consisted of a well-fitting outer jacket of a striking raspberry red, trimmed with delicate silver-like embroidery that could, of course, not really be made of silver, but twinkled in such the same manner. Under her coat she wore a similarly embroidered vest in a slightly darker burgundy, with an expensive-looking tunic underneath it all. Trousers she wore were of the same fabric and shade of her vest, with only simple embroidery around key spots in the design. She wore a wooden mask, carved and painted to look like the skull of a deer, though cut off before the muzzle so that it exposed the lower half of her face for easy drinking... er, eating.
Once she'd been allowed onto the premises, Berry noted a familiar face, and, intending to give Jules a startle, crept up on him with a suprising cat-like grace. If he did not notice her or her strawberry scent over his own musk, she'd lean forward over his shoulder and grumble, "Lookin' fer a snack?"
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Jules P. Thurgood — 10/10/2021
Jules flinched but then grinned wide to see her. "Oh, hiya lady. Believe it 'r not I actually just ate not too long ago. The necks of these here party goers are safe for now. Their kegs though... another story."
He looked around the costumed throng. "Hard to find a drink though. I think the waiters are avoiding me for some reason."
The smell probably was part of it.
Rook — 10/10/2021
Danaus looked to the people who wandered in, greeting the usual visitors and he'd turn to Enrica. "Lady Enrica, good evening. I trust you're well? Are you alone tonight?" He was, of course, oblivious to whatever was going on with her siblings and just assumed maybe they were feeling the same as his parents.
"Please enjoy yourself. If you need anything from me, I'm happy to help." He'd pluck up a glass of wine, and headed to his wife's side, looking to the bright pink hair decorating Berry's head.
Torbjorn — 10/10/2021
A little flair was something his family often owned, being the only vikings around the area (as far as they knew) and Torbjorn was no different. He was dressed appropriately, mask and all, but he strode in on the back of his pale Utahraptor.
Guests unused to such a creature likely looked concerned, but the viking waved. "She's harmless, honest!" Despite the very predatory appearance of the feathered reptile. "Richa! Look, I'm dressed all fancy! I even borrowed feathers from someone's bird." He dismounted and found a spot to tie the creature up to, and Lindi immediately moved to lay down.
"This is great, I've never been to a party like this. So...do we just eat?"
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Raddox — 10/10/2021
Raddox knew nothing of the Grimani family, be he heard much of the gossip of a masquerade ball on the estate. He could hardly believe noble folks in such a city were opening their doors and allowing strangers into their home, and with the opportunity to disguise oneself he couldn’t pass up the chance.
In perhaps the first streak of good luck in what felt like a long while -through some bets and gambles- Raddox happened upon a respectable (enough) change of clothes. All black was his least favorite palette but it had a way of masking blood and sweat stains excellently, and in the dark no one could tell how faded and mismatched the blacks were. The tight studded doublet was definitely sized for someone smaller than him, leaving a few of the top buckles unfastened made it more comfortable. And at least it was easy to hide the short trousers under high riding boots. There wasn't much the devil pirate could do as far as his silhouette and skin, Raddox hoped most of the guests would simply assume his horns and tail were part of the costume, a brass patina skull mask would work just fine to cover the top half of his face.
He strode straight on to the estate and into the garden without so much as a second look, at least from what he could tell. Raddox spotted the nearest gathering of servers and loomed over them, taking one of each thing off their trays. He devoured hors d'oeuvres and easily slammed back four flutes of champagne- and looked like he wouldn’t be slowing down. The moment the server he trapped in his presence tried to inch away, he grabbed his tray.
“These lil’glasses ain’t gonna cut it sweetheart. Be a good lad and fetch us a bottle.”
Berry — 10/10/2021
Berry offered her own lopsided grin to Jules as she backed away, as much to get away from the smell as the fact that she didn't actually like the vampire. "Ach, don' say that, yer as charmin' as a rafflesia flower." It was an insult, but delivered in such a friendly tone that if Jules hadn't heard of the corpse flower before, he might actually take it as a compliment.
"Ye jes' gotta flag 'em down real friendly, like this." As she turned, she caught someone unknown staring at her hair, so she gave it a little shake, bouncing the curls for view, before offering her onlooker a wink and a wave. Attention was quickly grabbed by a waiter with champagne, and she grabbed three glasses from his tray, offering one to Jules. Of the two left, she slammed one back, then replaced it on the tray. The second she held in her hands properly, for appearance's sake.
Raddox's arrival pulled her attention away from Jules yet again, and she raised her glass to the red giant, with a cheery, "Fancy seein' ye again!" called in his general direction.
Back to Jules, she'd add, "I'm glad ye found a meal. Ye seemed just a bit desperate when last we talked, an' th'last thing a stuffy moneybags party needs is a guy like ye goin' feral." She paused, considering. "Or maybe it's exactly what we need."
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/10/2021
"HAH! Don't tempt me. These fancy britches sonsa bitches would get so upset they'd spill their caviar- oh you!"
He pointed at Raddox. "The panty thief. Didn't take ya for a man of airs and riches." He smirked.
"Hes actually the one that fed me. Not from his own neck, don't get me wrong." He pointed out the pirate to Berry.
"Such a generous bloke and we didn't even exchange names with the pleasantries did we. Jules." He stuck out his hand.
Rasiel — 10/10/2021
By the luck of one of her old employers, Rasiel found their way into the Grimani House as a guest and not a body guard for one of the pompous rich. At first they stayed by their employers, they smiled under a red velvet mask that resembled a puma. To their distaste their hair was slicked back and down behind their head. They wore a suit-vest to match,A black buttoned all the way up (which made her feel way too suffocated) with a wine-red vest, decorated with black details. They also had black trousers , and high boots with the same red details. They also had a black cape that draped on their left side that was lined in red. They thought it was all too suffocating.
As soon as they could step away from the party near by, she would pop open a few buttons and mess up their hair. They enjoyed looking more disheveled, Though now the tricky part was to find someone that would be willing to talk to her. She huffed at the thought of akward small talk and pulling a small flute and downing it before grabbing another one. Hoping the alcohol would warm them up to the party as they look for the first interesting group to snake their way into.
Cody — 10/10/2021
Among the attendees is a new face, as much as any present a face at such an event. Reinhild's mask of choice is a thing of sturdy black leather banded around her skull with the image of a lidded, weeping eye raised in gold on its ebony surface. It is a wonder how she sees at all, yet she appears to navigate the gathering quite capably. The rest of her outfit is composed of a well pressed and maintained uniform of some kind with the extra bits of polish and flair that suggest it was intended for formal occasion rather than digging through guts and evading gunfire on a battlefield. It is accompanied by a coat slightly too big for the rat's frame and height, the garment of an officer of larger stature than the spindly alchemist. Her furless paws are ungloved and she navigates the crowd with a crisp, precise step.
She crosses paths with Henrico as he goes about serving from a tray, and while her face is covered the stare of her mask is piercing and the easy smile in which her expression rests seems knowing. "Good evening." She offers him politely ashe plucks up a morsel of food and moves on.
She elects to insert herself by Enrica and Danaus. "Good evening." She repeats to the both of them. "Lovely plumage." She remarks idly to the former of the two, though it seems the host isn't long in staying.
Raddox — 10/11/2021
Raddoxs braid whipped to one side as he turned to the calls for his attention, which allowed the poor server he trapped to sneak away. He half expected to be caught already, but grinned at the two folks he actually recognized. "So theyll let bloody anyone in here won't they?" Raddox guffawed, shoving a little cheese pastry in his mouth before meeting Berry and Jules.
He spoke with his mouth full, wiped his hand on the chest of his jacket and met Jules with a hardy handshake. "Haw. Fokk off mate." Panty thief comment aside he was still pretty jovial about meeting the vampire again. "But that's right wasn't it? Juss a coupla good fokkin samaritans ain't we? Raddox. Thanks for clearin out me trash."
"Ah! And here's a lady I racked up a drink tab with." Raddox have her a wink and a grin, lifting his glass toward her to see if she would meet it. "Pleasure runnin into ya again Berry. Lookin almost properly blue blooded I see."
"So ah- either a you know what this party's about? Not gonna turn into a battle royal y'think? Didn't come equipped for that, but I can make do."
Berry — 10/11/2021
Berry's eyebrows shot upwards with curiousity as Jules made his comment, though she waited until Raddox had made his way to him to make her quiet inquiry. "Panty thief, ey? Funny, I didn' strike ye as th'type." She grinned, elbowing the pirate in his lower ribs gently. She took the blue-blooded compliment in stride, clinking glasses with Raddox, before bowing to her company in an elegantly practiced half-curtsy, half gentleman's bow that was common in her homeland among the few female warriors. "You'd be surprised how blue-blooded I can be." She responded with a wink, all trace of barbarianism gone from her voice for just a flash. "In any case, I think it's some sort of autumn celebration? I dunno, mah daughter's th'one that told me about it." She answered, accent returned.
(Continued, bringing legacy in)
Legacy — 10/11/2021
Legacy finally arrived to the party, dressed in a similar raspberry red as her mother, although her dress was donned with sparkling gold adornments and, unlike her mother, a proper dress, accented with delicate embroidery of autumn leaves and acorns around her hem. Her mask was blazing gold and red, tall feathers jutting from both sides as they reached past the back of her head, fanned out in a messy half circle from crown to neckline. She'd find her mother first, upon entry, chatting with two men of... questionable origins. "Oh, Ma. I send you off to a proper party with proper people, and you still manage to-- well, nevermind, it's only to be expected." She turned to Jules and Raddox and offered a proper curtsy, head bowed so that even her mask was hidden by her bangs for a brief moment. "Legacy Vallasri, pleasure to make your acquaintance." She'd wait for a proper introduction, eyeing Raddox and Jules with a politely diplomatic expression.
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/11/2021
"Raddox? Pleased to put a name to the face, bub. Ya here to do some quality pilfering then?"
And then an interruption. He whistled low at Legacy. "Pleasure's all mine, you look good enough to eat." He grinned hungrily.
Carneiros — 10/11/2021
After a little bit of suspicion and difficulty at the door, the tall unseelie finally manages to get inside. His arm intertwines with his beautiful partner's own, a bright smile upon his lips and shimmering insectoid wings upon his back. The mask upon his face is iridescent black with a beak-like protrusion over his nose and gold edges to the feathers that frame the corners of his eyes.
"Look at all the feathers" he says with delight, first of all pointing out Enrica to his love "She looks like a phoenix." and then Torbjorn "And what a handsome peacock she's with" he seems giddy, though he hides it well for the moment. In fact after his encounter with Sandro the other day his spirits had been much higher. Evren meant the world to him, but he still needed to socialize and while he had friends around him, the locals tended to make him feel quite isolated until that night. It had injected a new sense of hope.
Now here he was, hoping to find him here at the party "Dear, I do hope my new friend Alessandro is here so you can meet him." It was almost the main reason he was here, he's so eager to introduce the two of them but he soon finds a new appeal. The chaos of a party, so many mismatched individuals in one room, none of them seem to really fit together like a jigsaw with non-matching pieces.
It brings him a small energy boost and he steps further into the room quite tentatively, hoping no one would cause a scene while he searches for someone with a tray of drinks, looking quite enamored with the beauty of his partner, enjoying pointing out the costumes and decorations as they walked together.
October 12, 2021
Rasiel — 10/12/2021
Rasiel made their way through the crowd fluidly. Trying to decide who would be the lucky group to converse with them. They peeked through the crowd before finding a pair of horns.
Ah, another infernal , at least there would be something in common. They walk their way up to the group they put a hand above their chest and a big smile, their other hand still holding their flute of alcohol.
"My, You all look like a fun bunch, you wouldn't mind if I find conversation here? The others aren't very interesting in their chatter,"
Raddox — 10/13/2021
He chuckled after Berry elbowed him, "Aye, so maybe just as surface as it seems t'be. I always think rich folks got something up their sleeve."
"Hopefully leave with something quality in me pockets. Or get shit faced on some quality brew." Grinned and snickered to Jules, "Fokks sake mate- least wait til her ma ain't around." Raddox threw back the remainder of his weak drink as he took in Legacy's masquerade costume. Someone followed the assignment.
"Can't hardly blame him Miss Legacy you're quite gorgeous." His golden teeth flashed as he smiled giving her a small, shallow sort of bow on return. "See the apples stayed close to the tree, ye mother's spoken well a ya."
"Haw!" He heaved a single laugh as a young stranger came up to the group. "Wasn't expectin us to be so popular ton- wait-" Raddox took a step toward Rasiel. He flung a hand out and grabbed the collar of their shirt, balling it in his metal fist. "Whater you doing here?" He squinted, and bore down on them almost threateningly, suspicious of this new tiefling. "Laddie do I know you?"
Rook — 10/13/2021
Danaus looked over to the newest arrivals, though the group that mingled around one of the tables was eyed with minor concern. Hopefully all would go well there, but if not, that's what the guards were for. In came the rat, and he looked to the Doctor that wandered over. "Good evening." He said, eyebrows raised.
Well, a giant rat was new.
Torbjorn — 10/13/2021
"Hey, thanks!" The young viking remarked to Carneiros, and a bit of a salute was given. "Looks like the place is a bit lively, yeah?" He wandered off a moment, just to get a drink and something to eat. The group mingling was offered a wave first, as Bjorn scooped up some of the Bruschetta. "Hope you guys aren't claiming this table for yourselves!"
Because that would stop him from taking it.
"A shame there's no meat." He couldn't quite spoil Lindi with everything there.
Legacy — 10/13/2021
Jules' comment would earn him a demure smile and kiss on the cheek-- or so it seemed; ruby lips hovered near his cheek before manicured fingers aimed to grab the vampires' ear and yank it hard and down, and she sweetly corrected, "Manners, darling. 'It's, nice to meet you Legacy, and you're looking quite lovely,' when you great a lady." If she'd grabbed his ear, she'd at this point let go, taking a step back and covering her nose with a many-ringed hand as her golden eyes stared at him icily.
She bowed her head to Raddox. "Thank you." Back to Jules, she'd pointedly and coldly say, "Like that."
But then Raddox was grabbing the shirt of a new arrival, and she began to step away. "I'm afraid your company is too... rowdy for me, Ma. I'm going to move on, and I do hope you don't mind." And with that, she'd grab her mother's arm, kiss her on her cheek, and sweep her way over to Danaus, his wife, and the rat. "Good evening, do you mind if I join you?"
Berry — 10/13/2021
Berry grinned and leaned back on her heels as Jules made his comment on her daughter being edible. "Playing a dangerous game there, Laddybuck, an' not jes because her Ma's right here te kick yer ass!" She warned him in a singsong voice, eyes flicking to Raddox and offering him a wink as her daughter moved to defend herself. "I am so, so proud of her."
Raisel was given a head nod and a gesture of welcome. "Welcome, welcome! h'more th'merrier--- er, well. Maybe not!" She whistled and allowed room for Raddox and their new arrival, glancing at Torbjorn with a grin. "ach, no, help yerself!" She invited, as if there wasn't the beginnings of a fight behind her.
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/13/2021
Jules watched her approach with a grin, then gritted his teeth as his ear was yanked down. He wasn't the type to pick fights with pretty girls if he could help it- so the only other option was to take his lumps.
"...my apologies, Miss Legacy." He said somewhat snidely, rubbing his ear. "The gals here are real nice. They don't go straight for the nuts when ya piss em off."
He smirked. But then Raddox was suddenly picking a fight of his own. His eyes widened and he took a step back. Infernals might start slingin' fire if they got too pissed off.
Rasiel — 10/13/2021
Her brows jump a little at the sudden grab at her coat. She takes a second and looks down before giving a sickly sweet smile at immediately grabbing the cold, metal wrist. She tightens her grip to make sure he can't yank it away so easily and ruin her shirt.
"Now, Now I have no idea who you are." Her voice stayed calm and easy as she kept her grip tight. "Which is good, because if you don't let go, well, I won't feel bad about possibly breaking your hand," She gave a wide fanged grin; keeping a mostly friendly, calm demeanor. Well, except for the iron grip part.
"The name is Rasiel, now will you let go of my shirt, it's one of my favorites,"
Raddox — 10/14/2021
Raddox didn't notice really anything going on around him, focused on what Rasiels answer would be, but under his judgemental glare the other tiefling didn't look or sound like anyone he knew. And her introduction only confirmed that- the tension lifted immediately- at least from the pirate. "Oh! Hahaw! Lost this one prolly before ya was ever born, and ain't the first replacement neither." He returned the smile though his was not loaded.
" My mistake! I thought you was one a my own! Sorry bout that laddie." He took his hand back with little struggle at all, and stepped back from Rasiel, giving them a heavy, friendly pat on the shoulder. "No hard feelins- y'know how it is runnin into family, it can get ah- violent."
"Raddox- pleasure pleasure- have a couple drinks find ya a pretty server an you'll forget all about it." He quickly introduced himself and turned back to Jules and Berry. "Now where were we?"
Enrica — 10/15/2021
One by one the guests filtered in; Richa could appreciate the pink-haired woman...and her choice of trousers.
Dan had asked after any guests and she poured a glass, swirling it in a fidget.
"Well, I came alone, Marc is off...well, doing Marc things." It was light, but they knew. "...and Jac's been a little under the weather - but I did ask a friend to come, hope he doesn't-WHOOP-!"
Enrica's start was a gleeful one; she moved quickly to cover her shout. And it was pretty quickly evident that that the friend in question was Bjorn on a raptor.
A small squeak to Danaeus between her fingers. "He brought Landi." It was giddy, and spoken as if that explained the creature he rode in on, entirely.
"Yeah! You just go for it!" It was utterly Un-Ladylike, but Bjorn and his family were privy to a far less proper Enrica than most.
"She looks like a phoenix."
She flourished theatrically at that, utterly game to show off - though when hearing that the voice had emanated from that winged unseelie and his dragon, she did offer both a slight and polite bow. "You are lovely, yourselves." Though she did quirk her head. "You met my father?"
The rat-woman was next to arrive, and Enrica offered her a small bow of greeting. "Good evening!" Her mask and officer garment was intriguing and Enrica couldn't help but ; blessedly, her stare, alight, was somewhat hidden beneath said plumage!
"Lovely coat!" She offered a hand. "Enrica di Aiolfi."
Rasiel — 10/16/2021
As soon as the other tieflings hand let go from their shirt and they yanked it away, she let all her tension drop with a huge grin on their face. They pulled at their shirt quickly to get the wrinkle out and returned the heavy pat with a light knock from their knuckle.
"Ha, I feel the same, good thing I haven't run into mine" They take another swig from their flute and when it was empty they placed it on the nearest tray they could and took another, bowing their head at the server. "Already on the whole drinking bit, hopefully I'll find the pretty server soon," she hummed in response
Carneiros — 10/17/2021
Carneiros beams at Torbjorn, flourishing playfully and bowing. Well, this was going swimmingly, and then Enrica addresses him directly. Father?, he blinks in surprise and looks quickly to Evren in a very 'I had no idea!' way. The fae smiles and leans closer to her, she was quite busy speaking to her friends but he manages to find an opening "Thank you, dear. I did meet your father, though I had no idea he had such a fiery daughter!" he motions to the dress with laughter, the illusion of flames lick at the hems of her dress as he does so but yet it does not burn. He probably should warn people before he sets their clothes on fire but he hadn't felt inclined to do so.
The effect seems to stay, she'd have it for an hour. "We met when he was on patrol... I'd like to think we became friends that night. If he's not here tonight do pass on my greetings to him. My name is Carneiros... I suppose masquerades are events for anonymity but I expect I'm still a little obvious with or without the mask, hah!" he tells her warmly, his piercing yellow eyes searching her for some sort of recognition. Did they all know? ...had they been told bedtime stories as children in which he was a veritable boogie man perhaps?
He offers a hand to her and would kiss the back of her hand briefly as is only polite if allowed.
Berry — 10/18/2021
"Ye haven't tried goin' fer th'nuts, 'ave ye? S'th'first thing a man instinctively protects when ye fight him." Berry sipped her champagne as she watched Raddox and Raisel work out their problems. "S'hard te get a good shot in. Best thing te do actually is move like yer goin' te crush 'em, then go fer th'nose instead. Ye'll break it ten outta ten times, cause th'stupid git will always be so focused on protectin' 'is future children that 'e'll forget they aren't th'only sensitive spot."
"We were welcomin' in this kid." She tipped her glass towards Raisel. "Though ye kinda fucked that part up. Well, 'twas a more interestin' hello than we've seen yet tonight, even if ye've scared my poor daughter off." She grinned, then stepped back into their circle, reaching her free hand out to Raisel. "Berry."
Jules P. Thurgood — 10/18/2021
"Ya don't say? Maybe I'll get myself a protective codpiece and start coverin' my face instead." He winked at Berry.
"I learn all kinds of useful stuff talkin' to ya." He finished off his glass and dropped it on the floor and went to go hunt down the waiter for another.
"Pardon me folks. If the Hellraisers here ain't gonna light up the joint just yet, I'm gonna find me either a stiff drink or a gal who will put out."
Rasiel — 11/04/2021
Rasiel warmly returns the tipping of the glass. Rasiel returns the hand with a strong hand shake; they grinned ear to ear.
"Oh, I remember you," they chuckled "But, if we're re-introducing ourselves, Rasiel" They tipped their head in a mock bow. "Didn't I tell you, I always make everything I do grand, including entrances," They take another drink from their new glass before their tail flicks a bit. Shaking off the bits of tension from Raddox's introduction. "How are y' doing tonight,"
