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 Music of The Night, Masquerade Ball | Open | Post-Doomsday
Nirvana Decuir
 Posted: May 10 2018, 10:28 PM
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Masquerade! Paper faces on parade . . . Masquerade! Hide your face,so the world will never find you!



Invitations had littered the galaxy; the penmanship was remarkable in its elegance, but none could place to whom it belonged. The benefactor for the masquerade had yet to be revealed. The directions were specific: hosted at the Starlight Resort of Spira, and then it sprawled onto what was acceptable and refused. A mandatory weapons checked would be enforced that evening. After the apocalypse that ravaged the galaxy not long ago, measures were put into place to ensure the safety of all in attendance.


Masquerade! Every face a different shade . . .Masquerade! Look around - there's another mask behind you!


The resort shone in a soft glow of internal lights as the evening was ushered in. The dying sunlight had cast one final soft glow over the sand, the pebbles glistening. The sky shimmered with hues of violet and titian, while the faint twinkling of stars had begun to show. As the guests had begun to arrive, fireworks boomed overhead and lightened the area. Music filled the the halls, the melodies echoing boisterous enough as though one was right next to the orchestra. The masquerade had just begun; and the mystery would soon unravel.

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Noctis Lecarde
 Posted: May 12 2018, 01:37 PM
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| Dissero Von Stein || Starlight Resort - Private Room |

A dance of misery had life become at the most exposed times. Noctis had brought some of the heartache upon himself. Throughout his existence a tempest of emotion and clouded judgement had grown; so blindly had he given his life. Weakness had never been shown, even in the face of insurmountable odds - until that day. Though there had been conventional means to render his life, it was that moment one could truly know what would kill him. No weapon nor device could bring Noctis to his knees like that of the love he had for two individuals in his life: Dissero and Niko.

Before the moment had come to open The Void Configuration, personal effects had been left in the possession of their son. Amongst those, The Netherbane and the incantation to unlock the memories it stored. Though he knew in pseudo-death it was no replacement for any words of truth that could have been given. However, it was the only way hew knew to explain the chain of events. Amongst those visions, had been every cherished moment, every time his heart had been broken, to the day the child had been born. Memories had ceased the day the artifact was given to Niko until it be returned to its master. And still, Noctis had gone through crucial detail every recollection the blade contained.

Before a floor length mirror, the vision was one he barley recognized anymore. In an outfit of various purple shades, he silently criticized everything from his hair to his shoes. Noctis was, at times, his own worst enemy. Fingers frolicked through the fringe, puling and twisting and smoothing until he was satisfied. For a flickering moment, there had been the demon he had known. Visible wounds had eventually healed, but the emotional scars were still worn. Being here, with him, was another step toward repairing the carnage that was wrought upon them both.

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Raziel Marzullo
 Posted: May 12 2018, 03:23 PM
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| Nemesis Vestri || Resort Gazebo - Bar |

Uncertain how to feel about such a social event, Raziel acquiesced to the ideal that a night out would be beneficial. Being footloose and fancy-free seemed obscure these days and Raziel often felt conflicted when he had those moments since the apocalypse subsided. Thoughts of what he had done, what they all had contributed, he forced himself to not dwell upon. What was done was done - nothing could reverse that which happened. When it had become knowledge that a few of the others would be attending the social, there was no hesitation.

Approaching his date, Raziel smiled behind his mask while offering her a glass of wine. "I figured you could use a drink." Certainly, he could and he held no shame in partaking in the alcohol. But before he did, the Star-Crossed One allowed himself the moment to appreciate the woman in his presence. There were times he seemed cool, his feelings never making a ripple; and then there was now when his eyes gave away nearly everything. "In case no one has told you yet, you look very beautiful this evening, Nemesis." Greedily a hand had taken to her hip, but his body moved no closer. Raziel was content in this moment, he making her the center of all his attention.

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Dasher Marzullo
 Posted: May 13 2018, 11:16 AM
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| Mace Novak || Resort Ballroom - Main Foyer |

An invitation had been extended to her, and she was not quite certain how to take such an offer bestowed upon her. Curiosity had been divided between temptation and refusal. Never had she attended such a social event nor had there been an expectancy to either. Among her siblings, as many as there were, Dasher was the one many overlooked when it had come to being summoned to any gala. Many proclaimed she was too much like her mother - some even said more far-gone. This acceptance had come through wounded pride and envy, but it was acknowledged nonetheless.

The capitulation had come after much decision making; and it was the acquisitiveness that had made up her mind. Dasher still had reservations and questions, and it made her a jittery little mess. Anxiety had grown while lurking within the main foyer awaiting her date of the evening. The decor and those gathered were so breathtaking, and though it left her in awe, fingers wrung together as a physical reminder than this moment was very real.

Beneath the shimmering lights, every detail adorned by the Archangelic One was brought out. Nothing was contemporary about the embroidery and embellishments upon the dress nor the mask, to even the adornment adorned upon the crown of her head. Everything was as whimsical as the young woman decorated with such pieces; she was a living fairytale, even if she was the only one who believed that, and each detail seemed befitting her. Dasher was going to make the best out of this experience no matter what the night would usher in for her.

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 Posted: May 13 2018, 05:17 PM
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Resort Ballroom - Near the Bar Area

Narrowed yellowing eyes scanned the ballroom behind a golden ordained mask. For many this was a social event, but for the cold calculating Lord Ravage it was a political move. He was hoping to run into someone he had spoken to briefly before. His time among the Shapers of Kro Var had so far been instructional, but he wanted more. Oh so much more.

Dressed in traditional Zygerrian attire, Daxium scanned the ballroom for any sign of the red haired siren he so desired to converse with.
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 Posted: May 13 2018, 07:53 PM
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| Resort Gardens & Fountain |

Strolling among the gardens, an appreciation had been given to the flora. Very few things in existence could quell the tempest within his soul; and it was this moment that thoughts and emotions had stilled. Leaning over, the chain attached to his mask swung slightly forward through the motion while the tip of a finger cruised along one of the delicate petals. Something so fragile and yet was admired by many; how peculiar flowers were.

As someone approached, Dagon adjusted his posture and vest. Someone unfamiliar to him had begun some idle conversation; and he truly despised small talk. He could be quite sociable, even enjoy events that required such interaction. But something in this moment did not sit too well with him, and perhaps it was due to his serene moment being interrupted. Nevertheless, Dagon smiled and attempted his best to be polite.

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Isabelle Marzullo
 Posted: May 14 2018, 12:21 AM
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Off the Ballroom - Buffet Line

There was a great selection from several systems. She had to admit that the host had really gone all out as far as food was concerned. She was choosing a few fish looking things to go on her plate, next to what looked like cold crunchy noodles.

After she had picked her way through the noodles she pulled her own special treat out from the case she had been carrying. It was a sinister looking cake, made for just an occasion so others could enjoy. She sat it down next to the rest of the food and helped herself to some mini pies.

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Niko Lecarde
 Posted: May 14 2018, 01:06 AM
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| Resort Banquet - Buffet Line |

Aromas of food engulfed the room, and the clinking of glass where a soft melody beneath the music and voices and patrons. Comestibles of all varieties had been on display or offered upon a platter by waiters. Everything had been meticulously designed and placed to entice the patrons. Niko was certainly drawn-in by the colourful arrangements and scents; it seemed a proper place to begin the evening's festivities. This had also given his parents an opportunity to be in each other's company without him being around - regardless of the fact he arrived alone and was staying in a room not even close to theirs.

Adjusting the crown on his head, Niko had begun to merge into the line. Lulling his head back, violet hues darted from one person to the next; it seemed like this line was moving slower than he would have liked. Patience was hardly a virtue of his when it had come to something he desired. Food, people... it had not mattered. When he had noticed an individual being rather indecisive, a muscle flinched near his jawline. Had this been at a random smorgasbord, the young man would have woven in and out of the other bodies; since he had to act proper, at the behest of his parents, he attempted to soothe his irritation.

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 Posted: May 14 2018, 09:16 PM
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Dissero backhanded the servant hard across the face leaving a gash in the mans cheek with his sharp ring. “I said pink, not this light shade of red. What the hell kind of florist did you go too?” Ugh his night was ruined by one little flaw. He had made sure everything was perfect but just like always someone who was not Noctis messed up what Dissero wanted. The servant was on his knees crying now and Dissero just rolled his eyes. Granted the man wasn’t actually a Von Stein servant he was bellhop at the Hotel whom Dissero asked to help him.

Dissero finally waved the Bellhop away and then closed the door to his room in the mans face. This would have to do he guess as he clutched the Dozen pink roses in his hand. Pink to most people’s eyes but not pink enough for Dissero’s liking he was a demanding man who expected his demands to be met to perfection. With disgust on his face he proceeded to the bed room area of the suite where a man practically danced looking at himself in the mirror. It brought a smile to and sparkle to Dissero’s eyes to she the man in the flesh in front of him.

There was a moment of time he wasn’t sure he ever would again. He quietly set the dozen pink roses on the bed and went over to the mini bar pouring himself a drink. He then took a seat and just watched the man his thoughts drifting to how much his life had changed since the day he lost Noctis. Part of him the delusional cynical side thought this was all a lie and this was some doppelganger even though he knew it was the real thing. Yet even then the other side had to wonder how long before he messed it all up.

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 Posted: May 15 2018, 02:37 PM
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| Dissero Von Stein || Starlight Resort - Private Room |

Leering upon the reflection had only bred disapproval for what had been seen. Absurd was what it had been while thoughts of displeasure wrecked his mind. Noctis always was extra about his appearance; any mirror was not safe from his attention. Never had he gone a moment without being groomed or prettifying himself. Extraneous efforts on his image had become deeper over recent time. Noctis was meticulous down to the finest of details and as he continued to shift from side to side, leaning his head one way or the next, something did not please him.

Completely bankrupt with emotions that ranged the spectrum from nervous to irritated, the clothing only heightened these by making him feel claustrophobic. Before Dissero had made his way to the bedroom, Noctis had changed his outfit once more. The amount of clothing he brought was nonsensical, but that would have been nothing new to anyone who knew him. Cavorting before the mirror, a brief part of Dissero's image drew attention from himself. Adjusting the sleeves of the obnoxiously blue jacket, he pivoted toward his direction.

Noctis said nothing, taking the silence in for a moment while he admired the other man. No instinct of hiding his affection needed to exist anymore. Still he fretted--which was completely unnecessary at this point--about many things. Noting the flowers on the bed, an euphoric smile said more in that moment than any word. He marveled over them until a singular rose was plucked from the bunch; the petals were soft, and he was quite pleased with the colour.

Noctis turned to Dissero, flower in hand, and walked to him. "Mister Von Stein," finally deciding to speak, Noctis careened closer to him, "I wondered where you had gone off to, cupcake." A scant smirk on his face now, though his gaze held a playfulness to them. Twirling the flower betwixt his fingers, it kept him from breaching the distance to touch the other man.

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Trinity Decuir
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| Resort Casino |

Vibrant lights and whirling sounds had drawn attention from the young woman; all around people conversed and laughed, drank and gambled away. Many had come here to forget, to play on and on no matter the consequence of tomorrow. Their smiles, most of them, were just as much a disguise as the clothing they wore. Their lives had been divided - just as hers had been. This evening was an escape from the what had happened, and though the repercussions of a night of music and drinking and various socializing seemed so little a price to pay.

Taking a stroll around the casino, Trinity had finally committed her self to one of the card tables. The moment was almost freeing; alone, without the constant eye of anyone else, the constant weight of disapproval in another's eyes. Watching, the young woman mimicked the actions of someone directly across from her. Turning to the cards in her hand, her expression had drawn cold.

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Nemesis Vestri
 Posted: May 16 2018, 09:44 PM
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| Raziel Marzullo || Resort Gazebo - Bar |

She took the glass of wine he offered her with a smile throw her mask. Nemesis wasn’t one to dwell on things she did in the past, to dwell or even let regret set in was a long road of misery best not traveled. She did hold her deep seeded grudges that had destroyed families for generations just for the act of one of there blood. That was neither her nor there on this evening, again the past was far to messy to get lost in. She stared up at him, his eyes so young that spark of innocence still there even if it was fading and fleeting.

Nemesis let his hand find it’s way to her hip, and her free hand reached up an adoringly touched his chest. Feeling his pounding heart for a moment, the heart in her own chest felt like it was going to pound its way right out of her chest. Though she never dwelled on the past or let regret set in, there were moments where she let herself realize she was a lot older then her looks implied. He was so young her mind reminded her, and she had destroyed so many of her former lover’s lives.

She blushed as he gave her a compliment and took a drink of the wine almost down the whole glass in one go. “You look Handsome, and clean up……really well.” Oh, she wanted to rip those cloths right off him but she did have some level of restraint despite what her friends might say. Yet then another part of her mind said so young in the same thought. She then finished off the glass of wine at that last thought.

“I’m going to need another one of these.”

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| Nemesis Vestri || Resort Gazebo - Bar |

"I've been known to have my moments." when the mood struck him, he could look proper and not a disheveled rebel. But he took the compliment with a smile and leaned down a littler closer to Nemesis. "And you're worth it," he said with a charming smile.

Raziel's gaze bordered with scrutiny while he watched her: his gaze moved to her hand before taking in the blush of her cheeks, and how the wine seemed to not last. He was quiet aware of the age difference, though he didn't know how gaping it truly was, but it had not bothered him. And to his knowledge no one truly made a spectacle about it; perhaps the occasionally ribbing had been involved, but it wasn't anything that held weight. He wondered if maybe it was an issue for her at times... especially now.

Nothing was said to address any concern as it found it neither the right time nor it important. Instead, a hand lightly brushed against her cheek before taking away the glass. "Anything you want." Raziel had not wanted to subtract himself from her side, but did so reluctantly. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for her, probably at his detriment, which he thought about while waiting for another serving of wine.

Returning, he handed her the new glass. "Ask and ye shall receive," he mocked while watching her closely again. "Is there anything else, my sunshine, desires?" Raziel had finished his own drink which had barely been touched and discarded the glass on the tray of an approaching waiter.

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