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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 0:03:52 GMT -5
Jasmine was enjoying Meg's company. She could count the number of friend she have, five, but this was too soon to call this a friendship. They have mastered the arts of associates with small talk, which left the princess amused, "hooves with a temper that sounds like a story to tell."
Her world sounded mystical, a palace on the clouds. Jasmine had soared through the sky, but never had she imagined a kingdom on top of it. Were the gods like genies without the limitation of lamps? Was her homeworld significantly safer with their guardianship. Was that what the worlds resulting to, using their power to protect their own? Was she slipping as an heir in that prospect or was everyone in Meg's world gifted? She knew a man with ridiculous levels of strength. Reflecting to personal problems wasn't 'party appropriate'. She didn't want to be glum without Aladdin nearby to shake her out of it.
"No, you’re not," Jasmine empathetically admitted, "my husband won’t be attending. He’s probably still in Agrabah, our world."
He was holding the fort, while she made a head start. After roaming two different worlds, she hadn't missed hers yet, "It’s very hot with a lot of sun and a lot of sand; it makes this place look unbelievable. I’ve heard of oceans, and where I’m from those are myths. But to actually see one and all the greenery," she was in pure awe with the Kingdom of the Land; she haven't even went underwater yet. Still there were many places to go and people to meet. Right now Jasmine's agenda was to spread Meg's wings a little; before she could coax her more, they were interrupted.
"Ladies."
Like a cat, she turned towards the voice eyes wide with curiosity. His mannerisms was more amusing than charming; Jasmine smiled through it, while sensing Meg's on-coming discomfort.
"There goes a bold one," she whispered like a school girl. Her eyes flicked up to Belle approaching from behind him as he slipped between the women. Jasmine was going to excuse them, but she wasn’t up to speed. How can one excuse a ‘friendly’ guy for they can talk to someone else without appearing rude? The answer didn't come quick enough, and Meg bit the bait and squirmed free.
“I hate to break up the small party but excuse me a minute. Jasmine here would appreciate the company while I’m gone. I’ll be right back.”
In understanding, Jasmine nodded with a smile as Meg slipped away. It's funny how it all turned out; all it took for her to be sociable was to be crowded, "Well, that's one way for her to mingle."
She watched her from a distance, while taking note of the 'gentleman' across from her, "Yes this party is something else."
Her large eyes refocused on him, "I never thought I could talk to so many people in one night. Although it’s just the beginning. You can say I’m used to watching, listening, and speaking when spoken to. So what persuaded you join the Prince in this festivity? Why come to a party if company could be unpleasant?”
A server walked and stopped by with a tray hovering at their noses. Drinks swirled in cute petite triangular cupped glasses. With a soft thank you, she grabbed one unsure of its content. She held it above her nose to get a whiff before taking a cautious sip. Her lips pursed at the peculiar taste of wine; it needed to grow on her more.
“I must admit I was a bit,” she paused, “apprehensive myself.”
That.
She could sense it coming; she turned in time for his entrance before he spoke a word. Her brows rose in anticipation before gesturing the strapping young gentleman to blue-eye boy she spotted earlier. James Cabuelo was his name.
A peculiar one.
The only other hero from a foreign land she met was Sora, and subconsciously she sized him up wondering if he was the same. It was too soon to tell, but there was a kind heart about him with a soft glow over his shoulders. It was interesting how other words had personal mechanics; the guardian of his world, Copia, was hovering right next to him. How did she managed to spread her light so far across a realm? What did James offer to leave her post? It was an unclear relationship, and for a goddess, she was so small. Maybe she never been to balls; she was quite frank with inappropriate talk for a formal setting. Jasmine nearly choked on wine at the imagery of mating animals. This party was interesting; the diverse guests made up for it.
"Well at least your people have reprieve, and surely their chosen hero won't keep them waiting," Jasmine added to the conservation, before taking a conservative sip, "oh by the way, I'm Jasmine and this is-"
She left the floor open for Zidane to make his own colorful introduction. Regardless what was said or done loud shatters of glass alarmed her. She found the chaos northeast of them; a woman wailed for her sullied dress, while a bashful servant tried to console her. Other servers try to pause their tasks in means of chaos control, but it was already getting messy.
"This isn't going well," Jasmine looked over with concern, "Someone should block that area off for no one steps on that."
She bit her lips imagining the sting and pain glass can bring.
"I wish there was music or SOMETHING," she glanced between the two young men, "at this rate the mood will be gone, and just like that their night is ruined."
Now she wasn't so charmed to continue to give the wine a chance.
"Pardon me," excusing herself, Jasmine briskly walked away. She paused and backtracked, "Meg I'll be by the tables-"
It seemed someone heard her plight as the music picked up. It was loud enough that she didn't want to rudely shout over it, so she merely gestured to a table with several food selections and hopefully water.
The quicker she moved the sooner she could get away from the dancefloor. Jasmine wouldn't mind a dance, but first she needed to wash the taste out of her mouth.
[Round Ends January 16th]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 2:28:05 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane was a very enigmatic young man. Outfit aside the way he moved was nothing like a Noble's, but neither did it reveal any speck of credibility. It was different, simply so. Every step and sway of his body was highly exaggerated, but skillfully trained. He was initially focused on the girls, but such a trip really built a curiosity. What kinda fellow would throw an inter-world party? The rogue was sure he wasn't the only miscreant to snatch up an invite to the shindig from its rightful owner. There was always plenty of troublemakers, but Zidane was a lesser evil. Seeking more to have fun than really do harm its all that kept him on the Light side regardless of his profession.
But he was still a suspicious fellow. He held a constant smirk on his features as if he knew something. After Meg abandoned the conversation the young man visibly deflated. His tail nearly slipped out from behind his surcoat, but it managed to stay hidden among the cloth. Sighing out he settled back into a prideful stance, even if he was torn up by Meg's outright denial of company.
He looked to Jasmine and raised his gloved hand to rub the side of his head. Making sure to take this chance to brush back his bangs; he allowed his cat-like eyes to turn toward the large entry doors. More and not people spilled into the ballroom. Maybe a small part of him hoped. Maybe an insignificant portion of his heart wanted to believe.
"Such a big party… there's no telling what familiar faces you'd run into." In his travels, the thief has made friends and enemy alike, but there was only one he held above both. "Without yer pals it's harder to get comfy. Ah well, plenty a new faces to meet and greet!" A wide grin, shaded with a soft sense of disappointment.
A young kid approached them not long after, talking some weird stuff about his floating firefly being some sort of god. But far be it for Zidane to believe such things. It was probably some over powered Lightning Bug. He squinted in question. It was less a scrutinizing glance and more of a confused-troubled stare.
Not that he would deny another man hours beliefs, the rogue still going it a bit suspect. The woman beside him introduced herself. By her manners she was obviously someone of better breeding than him. As for the the other make me seemed like any rowdy knight-type. Too casual to be part of the crowd, bit not dirty enough to be an urchin. The bandit have a cheerful grin.
"Name's Zidane!" He held up his hand in a more casual greeting. "Came here under someone else's representation, guess I wsn't the only one." He noted, as the knight was seemingly here in place of whatever God couldn't.
And of went the last lady. He sighed, eyes closing in exasperation, and rested his hands on his hips, feeling distraught. Maybe he's lost his touch with the ladies these days. Maybe it was this upright kid. The rouge opened an eye at the knight and shook his head.
"You are way too serious!" He chirped up. "It's a party, unless soldiers don't know how to relax." He prodded. "Chasing of the ladies like that really diminishes yer chances at getting chances ta dance!" Always the highlight of a party where getting drunk was an antisocial crutch.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 16:12:57 GMT -5
(Sorry it's a bit rushed, was hoping Belle would post! I also haven't proof-read...my bad!)
Jasmine seemed interested in her, although she wasn’t sure what for…to her, Megara’s life was pretty boring although swimming through the river styx was a story to tell. Even so, she actually enjoyed her company, in fact they seemed a little similar. It was the mention of her husband in Agrabah that caught her attention, she too wasn’t expecting him to turn up much like Megara wasn’t sure about Hercules being here either. Together though things may be a little better to deal with, that and any other reject here, although that was probably a harsh word. It seemed like she hadn’t invited him or something had happened, Megara didn’t want to pry too early on with knowing someone….which was a first for her. Jasmine’s world seemed so strange, no Ocean? Where was Poseidon or Triton? It was strange…she really was far away. “You’ll have to come visit Greece one day, and perhaps I’ll come and see your Castle in the sands.” Megara didn’t know much about the woman but she was intrigued.
Now she was away from both Jasmine and the male, Meg noticed another blonde boy had joined them just as she was leaving to talk to Buttercup, here. Megara took notice of Jasmine’s response to him, she assumed the woman next to her was doing the same thing because she seemed a little preoccupied. There was a lot of hustle and bustle now that people were arriving and they were interrupted once or twice by passing waiters and waitresses carrying varies entrée’s. Megara was starting to feel a little uncomfortable in her clothes, everyone sort of looked the same, nothing like back in Greece and it really made her stand out. Still she couldn’t change who she was or where she came from…thinking about it she probably wouldn’t have done anyway, she was grateful for a lot of things…in the end.
The scream and the shatter of a glass drew her attention to that side of the hall, Megara wasn’t one for kicking someone when they were down…and not literally either. Others around her were either helping her up or just ignoring the whole scenario, Megara would probably go over if she had to but by the looks of things others had gotten it covered. Still, it did draw her attention to some wallflowers against the sides of the hall, there were some that looked rather strange although with everyone from so many worlds it was hardly surprising there would be different rituals and styles. It was shortly after that Jasmine wandered over to her and mentioned the tables, she’d saved her from an awkward excusal and she nodded in response, “Sure…” the music picked up and she turned to Buttercup, “Well, I’ll be over there if you need anything.” A slender finger directed itself to where Jasmine was, “It seems to be safer in groups here.” She joked and carried herself over to the dark beauty.
The cuisine looked as though it was mostly seafood and Megara wasn’t sure she wanted to eat anything just yet, still she stayed with Jasmine. “Your friend over there was quite the chatterbox…” She said sarcastically but with a hint of playfulness, “I invited her over here…if she takes me up on it that’s another thing though.” Her eyes hovered over the food, “It’s a little different to what I usually eat…not completely…just a lot less boar and monster.” She joked, “What did those two guys want in the end?” Megara smirked, she almost apologised for leaving so suddenly but Jasmine seemed to do fine on her own.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 23:42:32 GMT -5
Belle felt rather overwhelmed by all of the people around. It had been a while since she had ventured from the Castle to socialize; Having grown rather happy with being around just the inhabitants of Beast's Castle for so long, the massive gathering of people in many different colors and the many different sounds made Belle rather miss her quiet chair in the library, to be surrounded by her books once more. It was almost too much to concentrate on..there were so many conversations going on all around and the music and lights and everything..it was making her feel that she had become rather reclusive during her days spent in the Castle. How in the world was she going to get used to this?
Thankfully, it seemed there were a few people she did know here...well, the Princess Jasmine, at least. And the other lady who seemed to feel rather out of place..although she did a very good job of hiding it. Her manner of clothing, like Jasmine's, was exotic and stood out from the ballgowns and such that most of the others that filled the room wore. The dress this particular lady wore was rather attractive and complimented the young lady's slim frame with a grace that most ballgowns could not achieve. It was becoming..and she wondered if the lady also thought so. As she came over and introduced herself as 'Meg', Belle nodded in reply, still caught up in the commotion and talking all around them. At the mention of study time being over, Belle's hand tightened around the book she had brought with her, not quite aware that she was being so protective of it. When Meg brushed it off as a joke, Belle felt better..but she wasn't going to put the book down. It came with her here, and had to go back home with her too..it was the treasured story she and Beast shared; reading it helped her feel that her love was with her even when he was gone. But right now her curiosity was piqued by this young lady, even more so when Jasmine's name was mentioned.
As she started to reply, her attention was caught by the chaos and commotion resulting from the shattering of glass. Her gaze followed the same direction as many others nearby, to see the mess and the servants trying to clean it up, as well as one unfortunate woman whose gown was surely ruined..though Belle wondered if the damage was truly irreparable or if the spilled drink could be gotten out of the cloth. The time for puzzling this, however, passed, as the new acquaintance who had come to speak to her left, her parting words being both an invitation and a (she presumed) joke about safety in numbers. Watching the young lady walk back to Jasmine, who seemed to be making her way toward tables where food was laid out, Belle saw the two young men who had been near Jasmine. Both were fair-haired, and while one seemed to be rather enthusiastic about this party, the other was what caught her curiosity as she noticed what looked like a ball of light, almost like a firefly or other such glowing phenomenon floating over his head.
Just at the moment, however, Belle also noticed the man with long white hair and very different clothing.. Something about his presence made her very uneasy; something not quite right, almost like a double-sided image; Something very fair to see..but also something very cruel? Rather like some characters in the tales she had read. But what perturbed Belle more was the much older male she had caught glimpses of. His presence..well..it felt almost like when the Heartless appeared in the Castle, seeking to plunge the World into Darkness. But it couldn't be...could it? Or was it possible there was another source for this feeling of shadowing..of Darkness?
No...I will not dwell on such thoughts. It will do no good to be worrying until there was something to truly worry about. However, I will be cautious. There has to be a reason..
Nevertheless, Belle followed after Meg; There was truth in the joke.. It would be much better to be with others rather than being alone. She walked along casually, taking in her surroundings so as not to appear anxious or concerned by anything except socializing. Her arms, however, remained locked firmly around her book as she joined Meg and Jasmine at the tables, glancing around once more before turning her attention to the two other ladies.
"This is quite a large gathering..how many more people can they bring in, I wonder?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 19:26:18 GMT -5
"Wow, there are so many options," the Princess mused at the arrangement. With her discarded wine glass collected, Jasmine fished a sample on a small saucer. She wasn't sure what it was until she bit into it, "hmm fish."
“Your friend over there was quite the chatterbox…," registering the voice, Jasmine blinked innocently at @meg in mid-chew, “I invited her over here…if she takes me up on it that’s another thing though.”
She hummed in return with her mouth full and swallowed it down for she can speak. Her mouth parted and froze when she spotted 'her friend' heading towards them now as Meg scope out the culinary selections. Her nose scrunched in an impish grin as she teased, "Oh, I think she did. You must have left quite an impression."
A waiter stepped up to the women displaying glasses; he was as silent as mouse with his offering, and Jasmine didn't hesitate to take another glass, "The food is different as well as their refreshments. It takes a while to get used to."
Her eyes narrowed at the glass pondering. After one glass, she should've deliberated if it was wise to have another with the on-coming numbers of her legs, "I don't know how I feel about it just yet."
Curious by nature, she took another sip and glanced at the boys who'd recently graced her with their presence, "they were just trying to break their tensions; I don't think anyone was fully prepared for this 'venture'."
Smiling at @belle, Jasmine beckoned her closer; neither her or Meg were going to bite.
"This is quite a large gathering..how many more people can they bring in, I wonder?"
"As many as they can fit in. I remember your face, but not your name. It's truly been a while."
She filled Meg in how this wasn't her first trip about the worlds, "it was quite too eventful for my tastes at the time. and that's how I met," she dragged the last word out for the fellow Princess can fill-in the gap with her name. She would need to talk with her more after this; there was enough to catch up on, especially the eerie cloud of darkness that swirled yonder. Actually there were presence of it in this very room, but Jasmine had contained herself since she entered to not over-react. She’d trained herself to not be judgmental; people have plights and struggles, and through it people can change like Iago.
Although the presence was strong, she wouldn’t let it overwhelm her to be improper.
A Princess has to uphold her image, grace, and poise.
“We can make the best out of tonight,” her eyes spoke to Belle knowing she could feel it in the air. Jasmine didn’t come her completely vulnerable, and if they all stayed in their masks and façades of etiquette this party shouldn't fall chaotically.
Her gaze drifted about the room before glancing at a pair of conversing men, @mateus and @masterxehanort. She’d never seen hair so white and long, and he didn't look elderly at all; the other was older without a doubt. How irrational would it be to try another glass of wine before demanding a dance? Could she be waltzing with danger? Yes, but how much could she uncover playing it safe.
“Pick one,” she dared with a mischievous smile, “for me to ask to dance. And if those boys are readying themselves, you two may be on the dance floor soon.
[Round ends January 25th]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 17:08:25 GMT -5
"Your majesty, it would appear that our guests have arrived sir. I dare say that this has far exceeded even my expectations." Grimsby informed the Prince upon arriving towards Eric. The prince however was surprised, and wanted to see for his own eyes, his facial reaction was both excited and yet nervous as well, feeling the one person to be missing. Ariel. "Whoah, you were not kidding of the guests, there is so many! Gee, I hope we have enough food and drinks for them?" Eric began to ponder, looking at the old butler with a facial look of doubt. "How you also seen Ariel? This is definitely not like her to be so late, she loves parties, especially from those from another world. I mean remember Sora?" Grimsby would notice the Princes anxiety, and would place a friendly hand on his shoulder, reassuring him, and hopefully would calm him down.
"Now Master Eric, I assure you that the guests have more than enough food to fill their bellies to the brim, I have personally seen to that by the chef, and the rest of the staff. Though you are correct Eric, it is most certainly not like her highness to be late, but alas I suppose we will have to make due with time." Grimsby said, already begging to sort out Eric's royal attire accordingly, and appropiately. "Now remember, remain calm, be happy, enjoy the party and do not forget to smile and make friends." Eric would already be smiling at the butler's wise wisdom, sighing slightly in relief. "Thanks Grim, what would I do without you? But what about the people who are late?" Eric would ask one last question, before he himself joining the party. "You need not worry sir, those who are late will still be invited to the party with open arms as long as they show the message papers that was send by your doing."
Prince Eric would give one last nod, before standing still, awaiting for the anouncement.
There the announcer would nod at the musicians, as the sounds of classical music would play and fill the castle with life and wonder. The light decor's would be light, revealing the halls to be glimmering with a golden like decor, truly revealing the artistful display of Eric's home. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Lords and ladies from the realms! It is with great honor and pleasure that I may represent the host of this years Grand Diamond Royal Ball 125th Anniversary. The Lord and Rightful Ruler of The Kingdom, Commander and General of His Majesty's Army. Prince Eric!" The royal Curtains would open, and the prince would reveal himself to the vast Quests that were invited from both his world, and the vast other worlds that have attended. He would stand in all his glory, wearing the ceremonal garments with a bright golden decor, and lustful crimson red design. Eric would smile, as the quests from his kingdom would give a warm welcome of applause. "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming to this years Royal Ball, it truly means so much to me that you all have attended. Today marks the 125th Anniversary, and it should be one to be especailly enjoyed, for this year we have the company of many fine, noble, and honorable people from distant worlds. So I encourage you one and all, please enjoy the party, socialise with one another, dance, sing, eat, and be merry. Now without further delay...Let the ball commence!"
The musicians would commence the playing their introduction music, and the lights would change to a gorgeous heavenly glow, as most of the guests would 'Oooo' and 'Aaaaah' at the change, clapping in ceelbration, knowing that the ball has begun. Eric would begin to walk down the steps, sighing quietly that his work of starting the ball was done, but now began the second challenge: Actually talking to his quests. "Alright, one job done. Now to have a chat." Eric said quietly to himself, looknig around at those who wold wish to talk to the prince.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 21:27:24 GMT -5
A smile of almost seemingly repressed delight remained etched upon Xehanort's face as the glass within the man's hand dissipated. So much to discuss, so much to see. Dark presences to ally with, heroes to toy with, nobles to manipulate, and...prizes to evaluate. With a swift darting of his bright yellow orbs, the ancient keyblade master took another look at his handiwork. Indeed, the foolish girl was balancing a fit of sobbing here and infuriated yells at the servants there. But the gears continued to turn, and a thought occurred.
Why stop there? A distraction is only as strong as the effort put into it.
Simultaneously continuing his conversation and shifting his hidden gloved fingers, Xehanort continued with his ruse of being such a simple old man. "Ah but purity is such a...." His head turned ever so slowly to the two princesses, and the grin widened as he paused for effect. "Rarity, these days. Even you, of all people, can admit the difficulty in finding a heart untouched by even the slightest amount of corruption." His face remained unchanged as he looked upon the man intently, the eyes unwavering in their effort to juggle both the ruse and the purposeful innuendos.
True purity can only be forged, or found in....them.
The fingers started to dance behind his back as he noticed, again, the obscene noblewoman. Her tower of hair was obviously artificial, colors of pink and blue colored her very roots, with over-sized ribbons of gold and slight hues of silver adorning the overt wig. She had been leaning upon one of the adorned tables in an attempt to assess the damage to her ridiculous dress, magnificent displays of food and candles spread out up and down the side of the wall.
"Men will always hide behind their masks."
Flick. Flick.
A stray ember sparked and danced off here and there.
"It's what they do."
Flick. Flick.
Closer and closer the manipulated embers attempted to besiege the monumental fort of hair.
"But they have always been meaningless to those who know how to see past them."
Just as we are doing right now.
Flick. Fli---
The embers slowly crackled with blissful joy as the tiniest wisps of smoke began to form from their target. They clung to the hairy beast like glue. It was subtle at first, but as they continued their assault, one of the ashamed servants quickly grew out of his despair of his recent and unfortunate accident, and cupped his hands upon his mouth in both shock and humor. Perplexed as she was, the woman began to sniff the air, and felt an unusual heat coming from her....head?
The once sobbing woman soon screeched and screamed like a wicked banshee as the wig was now akin to a blazing inferno upon her head, screaming, screeching, screaming, screeching, running this way and that, utterly clueless as always on how to alleviate her situation. The servant, stifling his laughter, did only what first came to his mind, seized a pitcher of iced water from one of the trays and....well one can only imagine the chaos to follow. The aged master again grew bored of his unfolding distraction, and continued his conversation as if nothing had happened.
"It is the pure of heart that need no masks in the end."
And thus the eyes fell upon the two princesses once more. They seemed to actually be observing Xehanort and his acquaintance. Was it out of fear? Curiosity? A naive mixture of the two? He did not know. He did not bother with the thought. All that mattered was that the eyes were reversing, and now they were the ones who watched. They were the ones who appeared to finally yearn.
Another smile. A never-ending ruse.
"A princess is thus a rarity in more ways than one."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2015 23:11:55 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane always considered himself someone who could enjoy a party. What was there not to appreciate? Wine, women and the culture of many worlds in one place! There were enough noble officials to keep him entertained for days on end. Nothing like misting their monocles with spicy tales of encounter and ruffling their jabots with stories of the sorts of debauchery present in the underbelly of a city! Nothing like loudly protesting their overstuffed shirts and absurd facial hair while digging deep into their pockets for gil and other expensive loot. But this party did not hold that sense of adventure. In truth it brought him longing. Though much of this was similar to the way things were run back home, he was not the type to be invited to these sorts of parties, to be around these sorts of people. It made him uneasy and made him miss his real friends.
Among all these titles and bushy-browed, pompous asses, he could not grasp a comfortable feeling of belonging. It was the same feeling he felt when he was a kid. Looking at all these faces he could not help but think back on his nights on the cold street. Standing on the corner begging, but it was only a ruse. Whenever a noble turned up their nose to them, or walked away that was when one of them would pinch their purses. And it was only when they turned their noses to them did they strike. In the face of it all he was just a dirty street urchin with style and friends in high places. He was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He grew up robbing them from the lips of these sorts. In truth he had a wish. Maybe if the turned up... so would she. He felt like an idiot for hoping and even more he felt no better than the spoiled brats that pranced around in will gowns and fitted trousers.
His heart had come searching for its partner. He had hoped his desperation had reached her. He risked quite a bit running off in such a manner, taking it upon himself to come in her stead. He was half expecting her rowdy, loud-mouthed bodyguard to bust through the doors shouting 'filthy monkey', and accuse him of oogling the peanut gallery… not that he wasn't, mind you. But that was the case of the matter. It was a weird fantasy. He was sure he was out of his mind these days when he hoped for Steiner to annoy the hell out of him.
There the rogue stood with his gloved hands rest on his hips. His extravagant cuffs ruffled against the darker fabric of his coat. The clothed digits dug against the material to feel against his holster in a need to reassure himself. Places like this did not simply gather rich snobs and didn't summon trouble in the same breathe. He should know, he as one of those troublemakers. Idle hands are a dangerous thing for a thief after all. His teal surcoat was pulled down so that the presence of his weapons were not revealed, nor would the fifth appendage become a curious noble's party favor. Even with his curious height, or lack-there-of as was the case, Zidane stood with a great confidence. A grin painted his features as he got a decent count of all the heads. He would make sure to sweep by each one and have a check in their pockets later. Right now he was famished after that long ass trip.
Before he could make his way to the food, the head of the party finally addressed the hall. Their attention had landed on the male, making it easy for thief to act. Rolling his shoulders he would stretch his fingers before moving toward the table while the birds were all gawking at the loud mouth. He moved to the edge of the buffet and pulled back his long sleeve. In his gloved hands was a pocketwatch. Was it his? Nope. Popping it open he checked the time and its condition. Glancing around he would throw a smirk toward the ladies and wiggle his fingers in a soft wave. Pocketing the watch he moved to grab one of those crackers with the black, roundish things on it. It smelled salty… Shrugging he took a bite before turning so his back was against the table. The knight must have gotten bored or offended by his words, but it was just as well. He wasn’t in the mood to be reminded of what he missed.
There were a few faces that stood out, one that scratched a memory at the back of his mind. The guy with white hair…. It wasn't Kuja or Garland… He would suddenly frown. He felt as if he was forgetting an important memory, one twisted out behind bars of time. Oh well. Maybe it wasn't meant to be remembered?
“Ladies~!” He verbally greeted, always looking for attention to distract himself from mroe serious commitments.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2015 0:47:30 GMT -5
Awaiting the girl's answer, Jasmine smiled feeling rather daring and fiery. For being outside of her world but in a similar element, she was ready to jump into the fray. Even if they said anything, she couldn't hear them as all the muttering voices was drowned out with a crisp demanding voice. Everyone paused to take notice.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Lords and ladies from the realms! It is with great honor and pleasure that I may represent the host of this years Grand Diamond Royal Ball 125th Anniversary. The Lord and Rightful Ruler of The Kingdom, Commander and General of His Majesty's Army. Prince Eric!
Almond eyes widened at the name. She looked for him taking a break from eyeing her next target. She was able to get a few glimpse of him: dusky, muscular, and short straight ink black hair. He looked handsome, and he sounded charming, but a small detail didn't pass her. His parents weren't present; if by any circumstances they weren't with him, why hadn't he taken the role as King now. It was an innocent thought nonetheless; the only reason she wasn't Sultan was because her father still presides with her. Honestly no son or daughter should be anxious for a coronation at that price.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming to this years Royal Ball, it truly means so much to me that you all have attended. Today marks the 125th Anniversary, and it should be one to be especailly enjoyed, for this year we have the company of many fine, noble, and honorable people from distant worlds. So I encourage you one and all, please enjoy the party, socialise with one another, dance, sing, eat, and be merry. Now without further delay...Let the ball commence! New music started to play; the atmosphere was changing, and the earlier incident was drowned away. Talk about perfect timing, "Seems like someone heard my wish."
Perhaps she can get two more by the end of the night before the clock strikes twelve.
"I think that's my cue to," Jasmine pondered on the world with a mischievous smirk, "mingle."
"Ladies," oh he had a great sense of timing too. The Princess of Agrabah smiled humbly even if she had a few things up her sleeve.
"You came at the perfect time," she leaned over to @malix for a whisper, "I think it's time for these ladies to learn some fun. I'm sure you can be a fine teacher to help master the dance floor. I only ask you go easy on them."
With a light giggle, Jasmine wondered off with a farewell with dainty fingers. It was time to put her game face on: confidence, regal, fearless, flawless, unmoving, bold, and coy. Her gait was simple; her waist and hips had enough difference of a natural sway.
A Princess never have to paint her beauty. A painted boar is still a boar. A Princess beauty is in her smile, her grace, her walk, her posture, and her words. A Princess doesn't need more to accentuate her beauty because she is beauty. Her beauty is her attitude.
And Jasmine had a lot of attitude. She can put anyone in a position to make it hard for them to say no. Actually, she hardly took no for an answer; either one's mind would be changed or she will do as she pleases. Dancing on the hot coals, Jasmine didn't fret approaching @mateus and @masterxehanort.
"So which one of you will accompany me to a dance," her voice was clear and punctual, "I'm sure it's very unusual for a lady to dance alone. My offer can only stand for so long. The people here," she glances back at Zidane with Meg and Belle with a light chuckle before flicking her expressive eyes at the pair, "are very anxious."
[Round Ends February 1st. EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 13:49:23 GMT -5
He hadn’t expected to encounter such a man in such a place, but nonetheless he spoke to him in his usual calm demeanor. Just what was this old man planning, it was a curious thing to think of and it seemed this man knew more about those two women of light than he did. Perhaps those two had more importance than he had initially thought of; such light would be quite the useful tool if used correctly. He had hoped the old man would at least act aside from small pranks, however the man might have waited for the same thing. It did not matter to him, he really didn’t mind at present about not causing some chaos. Though the atmosphere would have been more…pleasant, he was patient enough. He preferred the end result over mere worthless destruction, perhaps he could form some form of friendship, with either the light or darkness.
“I disagree with your words” Mateus said simply before closing his eyes. “As I stated before, these masks are things that not only deceive outsiders, but also deceive those that wear the mask as well. For one that can see through the mask of others…there is worth in that. Self-doubt is a powerful weapon to be sure…those masks only strengthens it” Mateus said before opening his eyes with a calm smile as he watched the people began to dance to the music “and so there is use in the masks of people” Mateus said to the old master. Schemers were always the most interesting people to deal with. Though Golbez worked against him he could not really said he really did not find the man interesting. It was a shame that that man was bound to the memories of light otherwise him and Ultimecia would have gotten quite the interesting ally.
As he glanced around he noticed the eyes of the very princesses he had noticed being directed over towards the two gentlemen’s direction. The tanned skinned princess made her way towards them and things may only turn out to become much more interesting. “Oh? How interesting, out of the numerous people swarming around this area…you would choose us?” Mateus said in response to the girl before closing his eyes with a small chuckle “Nonetheless it would be an honor to join you milady” Mateus said with a smile, placing his arm over his chest as he lowered his head slightly in a small bow to the princess.
With that, the Emperor of Palamecia began to walk forward. As if passing through a veil of magic, a light coat of magic coated his body transforming his appearance. Long white hair turned to the blond hair that Mateus normally had, the bulky robes that he wore turned to a simpler black suit. He had grown tired of the numerous plebeians staring over at his garments and he figured it would be best to wear something more similar to the outfits worn in this world. In any case this outfit made it much easier to move about. “This shall do…” Mateus said glancing over his shoulder at Jasmine “well then, shall we?” Mateus said. Mateus New Outfit
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 15:40:27 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane was not going to just sit around tonight. There were pockets to pick and people to meet. It seemed that with all these sorts that gathered in the world Zidane would at least meet someone he knew, or had some connection to. The revelries had just began thanks to the Prince’s announcement, probably nobles getting excited to get on his good side.But how exactly could Zidane get the sort of information he wanted. He knew he didn’t talk like any noble, or someone important. Much of his speech was jumbled with half-worded slang and barely pronounced words. The only time his language was really colorful if he was drunk and cursing you out or sober and on the stage. Maybe pretending the latter was what was necessary for this environment. With the ladies huddled up and scrunched off in the back Zidane felt a bit freer to get his fingers around a few more objects. The dark-skinned beauty decided to request a dancing partner, but the rogue was not a sort who jumped at the chance to get close to a lady if it wasn’t involving drinks and showing off. Dancing was not his thing, it required a lot of … careful maneuvering of the hands. He may have been an expert when picking a pocket but when it came to holding a lady close… ah, phooey.
The white-haired goober took the chance to advance his physical contact. Zidane held up his hands defensively at his forwardness. Did he sound like a little shit like that when he talked to girls? No way, he was always pretty polite and at least! The creep sounded like a pompous ass, and really looked the part with that hair and outfit. He shrugged a shoulder and decided to spread out and take his chance. With the dance floor crowded there were bound to be a few wildflowers packed together like sardines gossiping like handmaidens over who was dancing with who and who wearing what. Rolling his shoulders he gave a sly grin. He couldn’t resist the urge of speaking up about it. Maybe he was really Baku’s kid in that sense, or that creepy vibe he got from the guy. It was the same feeling he got around King’s place. A bonafide creep. He raised a hand over his mouth to make his jest a bit more audible.
“When you get tired of dancing with a lady, Jas, I’ll be over with the gossip queens.” Jabbing his thumb back with the old nobles who seemed flocked together like a bunch of hens, whispering to each other and tittering.
The boy gave a little mock salute with his two fingers toward the masked Emperor and scuttled off toward the old windbags. He snapped his coat’s lapel, a smug smirk on his face. He was satisfied with his jeer, but still felt as if there was someone just creeping the festivities. Was it just his imagination? Rubbing his gloved hands together the thief woulds et to work burglarizing these old men and fine ladies of their prized possessions. If it hanged, dangled or sat in the open it was fresh keeps for the thief. Brooches, medals, pins. Small stuff that could be hidden on his person and sold later for a bit of rum and beer. Fancy food never suited him. Even that black stuff -- the hell they call it: cavien? Caviur? Tasted like fish and salted natto. Nasty.
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►TAGS: Next~! ►NOTES: I'll be ehre when you need me ladies, please no pushing! ►SKILLS USED: N/A CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 21:39:12 GMT -5
(BLAME ZIDAAAAANE!) ...What time was it?
And come to think of it, where... What even was this place?
What was Albion meant to be doing again?
All valid questions, running through the empty mind of this wobbly-walking man. Not to mention those unstable legs were kept hidden behind the fall of a beautiful ballgown. The general theme of the dress came in colors of blue, while the form and bust were decorated immaculately with ribbons and lace and other frills and ends. On a woman, this dress would have been radiant. However...on a drunken man as unkempt as Albion, well... That was a different story.
Unshaven, unbathed, and in a stupor, Albion had recalled vaguely that Zidane wanted him to come. This gather was meant to bring those new neighbors across worlds together peacefully, but being around so many people at once was difficult. At least, sober. Though, as Albion approached the gates which lead into the ballroom, he honestly had no recollection of when the dress found its way onto him, nor did he even recall where it came from. But in the end, it mattered very little.
As Albion shifted inward, he outstretched a hand to open a door that was not there, causing him to stumble forward and nearly fall flat on his face. "Wh-Why is the room spinning so damn much?" he was quick to question as he attempted to gain his bearings. Dresses were hard to walk in, too... He placed his palms over his knees as he leaned forward, heaving, as he continued to try and collect himself. He'd do it!
Sooner or later.
After a moment, Albion brought his head up and attempted to search out his tailed troublemaker of a friend, only to spot a man in a long coat with, wearing a hat, staring at him rather rudely. Albion straightened his back out and sauntered toward the man. He met the rude stare with one of his own; eye to eye and length for length. "I don't appressiete...apprethis..." Albion attempted to speak, but instead, could only seem to spew out word vomit. "I don't like the way you're lookin' at me!" He shifted his weight on his toes, leaning forward, as he extended his hand forward. Though unintentional, he truck the man with his index finger, hitting just under the lining of his hat.
The man reeled back for a moment, before a strange sound caught Albion's ear. It almost sounded like a circular object pivoting along the ground... The man, after reeling back, quickly reassumed his former position. It was then Albion realized that it was not, in fact, a man. It was a coat rack. "Bah!" Albion huffed, accidentally sending some spittle onto the coat, before he turned away. This time, he managed to spot someone that looked a lot like the person he came to find.
In fact, it was!
Pilfering pockets just obviously enough for even Albion's blurry vision to notice. The Fafnir approached the short man. "Zidd...Zidden! Wait," he paused for a moment as each of his steps seemed to lead him further astray... He had also realized that he was having a hard time saying his little friend's name. "Thidawn!" he called once again, waving as he shakily approached. "Here you are..." Albion forcefully swung an arm toward Zidane, attempting to wrap it around the much lower shoulders of Zidane. "I caaaame, just like I--You---......What were you saying? You said...something, right Jeeda?" After quite a long, drawn out pause, Albion sighed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 18:54:58 GMT -5
"The honor will be mine," she softly bowed her head returning the gesture," This kind of gathering comes very sparingly."
Her large eyes even smiled as she faced @masterxehanort, "I hope you don't mine me stealing him away."
Shall we?
Jasmine responded late by a beat impressed by his sorcery, "We shall."
The Heart of Agrabah turned to give @masterxehanort a smile with a soft departing wave before following her dance partner. @mateus was hardly a lady; the jovial thief's joke still rang in her ear. He had a different air of finery, but the black suit complimented him with the sharp contrast. Less is definitely more.
"It seems like I've chosen an interesting dance partner. Is everyone as gifted in your world?" Jasmine can count the sorcerers she crossed. Most weren't any good and made magic taboo in her world. No one trusted sorcery after Jafar tried to take over along with the failed expeditions of Mozenrath. It made the Princess feel trapped once again and fled from her identity as a Princess of Heart; only until recent years, she accepted it and tended to it in secret. Was magic openly used and accepted in other worlds? He was rather shameless in using it
Walking by his side, she offered her hand when they met the dance floor and let him take the lead. The dances they did here was different, but simple enough to mimic, "I hope you didn't change on my account."
She was marveled by the pale hair, but even a sun kissed yellow was foreign to her. Yes, he stood out like a sore thumb, but so did she. Her dress was airy than the rest Actually it was easy to spot who wasn't from The Kingdom of the Land. Why else would she seek out those two for a dance, "Isn't this a place to meet strangers from distant worlds alike be it a venture for wonder or curiosity?"
[Round Ends Feb. 9th]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 10:59:41 GMT -5
(OOC: More Mayhem Inbound )
A rather sinister chuckle escaped the dark Keyblade Master's lips, but before the aged man could respond once more, one of the radiantly shining hearts soon approached them. The guise was re-acquired, and a humble smile of innocence soon overtook him. Bowing ever so gently and respectfully, and with a wave of his hand, "Not at all, Princess."
A fully fledged and twisted tooth-filled smile swiftly sprawled itself across that hidden bowing face. Jasmine.
As the Seeker slowly lifted his body upwards, he stared in curiosity as his prize waltzed off with his newly acquired acquaintance. The gears within his meticulous mind continued to turn endlessly. So much could still be achieved here. Sabotage was still possible, what with the pitiful so-called "heroes" still being none-the-wiser to his true intentions. Alliances might still be forged, yet the possibility of the creation of pathetic rivalries loomed over that like a dark cloud. Once more, the yellow orbs fell upon one of the Princesses of Heart. Two of the Seven...ripe to be seized.But it would be pointless to cast aside meticulous planning for blind charging, matters such as these had the tendency to open more...elaborate doors. With the gloved hands safely secure and hidden behind his back, the crooked fingers begin to dance and contort once more as the yellow orbs glanced ever so swiftly at the overhead arches and rafters. The tiniest of shadows began to blot into existence, seemingly desperate to consume the light that bathed the halls so overtly. The tiny forming fragment of Darkness soon gave way to the soft and subtle hums of the Heartless. The eyes darted once more, to another rafter, and the process repeated itself. Again. And again. The blots took shape at last, twitching and shivering, aching to devour the multitude of hearts. But even more eager to assimilate the two shimmering beauties into their dark hordes. Ah ah, restraint.
It would be quite difficult for even Master Xehanort himself to reign in such dark creatures whilst they were in the presence of such pure and unique hearts. But the festering darkness within such an aged heart, the domineering will of a manipulative master, started to re-shake the very foundations of those twisted creatures. For now, six Neoshadows danced across the arching rafters up above, jumping here and there, sinking into the material like their pitiful Shadow brethren. Hidden from view, awaiting the beckoning of the twisted Seeker of Darkness. Smiling innocently with warmth, Xehanort viewed the dancing fools as he walked intently and slowly, keeping an incredulous eye upon the Princess of Agrabah here and there. All the while the creatures awaited from above, exercising a rather large amount of restraint. It would only be a matter of time before things truly get interesting. ___________________________________________________________
OOC: Summon is Active peoplz!
Six Neoshadows:
Neoshadow #1: Hiding up above. Neoshadow #2: Hiding up above. Neoshadow #3: Hiding up above. Neoshadow #4: Hiding up above. Neoshadow #5: Hiding up above. Neoshadow #6: Buying ice cream. Hiding up above.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 20:46:06 GMT -5
Belle watched as Jasmine went to dance with one of the two men whom they had been observing...and apparently, they in turn had also been observing the two women. Belle didn't feel comfortable with Jasmine waltzing off with one of those that she felt were not here with good intentions. But she did admire the princess's confidence and level head. Perhaps mingling was not such a bad idea. However, Belle couldn't shake the feeling that there was something Dark looming just overhead. Foreboding, ever-present Darkness. Were they always going to be watching out for it, watching their steps to make sure Darkness didn't wait just around the corner?
No, they couldn't be like that. They had to be strong in heart and confidence...like Sora. And she wouldn't be afraid, either. There were others here, allies and hopefully some friends. It would be nice to at least pretend there was nothing to worry about. And it didn't seem to dampen Jasmine's spirits..so perhaps she could simply follow Jasmine's lead and enjoy the party. Picking up a glass of wine from a passing tray-bearer Jasmine took a sip, hoping the wine would at least settle the unease that was too stubborn to simply wish away. She would smile and enjoy the time that was left unspoiled here.
A smile (hesitant at first) spread itself on her face, and Belle tucked the book under her arm and sipped from her wineglass, roaming about the room while keeping an eye on Jasmine. They needed to watch out for each other...just in case.
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