*Floats in with a golden gossamer dress. Her face is shrouded by an ivory mask as she greets the guests with a delicate silk gloved hand.* "Hello, welcome to the ball. Come on in and dance with others, there is food and drinks as well, even a place upstairs to recuperate."
A young woman wearing long red and golden English dress. Her matching masks is over her light brown eyes. Long curled brown hair rests on her shoulders. She looks at around at the ball. "I wonder....." She whispers.
Aww. .. NB automated mail sent me a birthday greeting ♡ OTL I am a sad sad person
Re: Masquerade Ball
Shes sat on her seat sipping her glass of champagne while watching everyone, shes wearing Beautiful maxi dress with long black pleated skirt with lace detail bodice and sleeves. Cut out shoulders and open back with matching metal laced phantom mask. what am i doin here she groans inwardly.
This is just a perfect chance.
Corvo: Lands on the roof, and pulls out his blade, it shines under the moonlight and is quickly afterwards sheathed. The man silently jumps down in the bushes, and walks out from behind seeing a few suspicious guards. He approaches them, and in a second takes them out, he drags their lifeless bodies behind the bushes, unseen even by the moon. Corvo walks inside the Ball.
*The woman on the piano looks around as she plays Chopin's masterpieces, wondering about the dwindled number of guards and if they have simply moved to another place. Has something happened to them? She hopes no one is trying to start up any kind of fuss
Where is everyone going? Has there been a commotion to tend to down the hall....I really hope this paranoia I'm feeling doesn't get any worse than it has. First the guards, now it appears some people have fled.....Well, this is the soiree of mystery, so it is to be expected.
"Hmm....it appears I have found one."the golden woman whispers, and glides into the hallway, looking around for the wandering little girl. "I hope she hasn't stuck her nose too far into any business." she mutters, pulling out her diamond-bejeweled mask as she slowly sneaks down the hall.
The little girl adjusts her cat-like mask and starts to fearlessly walk down the dark hallway. As she walks, she comes across a few portraits, one being the golden woman. She stops in front of that one and just stares at it curiously. "Who is she?" she asks herself.
The woman walks into a corridor to conceal herself from the girl, holding up her mask. Slowly, her topaz wings begin to glow, but she knows if she is seen, this whole ball will be a mess.
"As long as she doesn't get too far....maybe I can find those guards without worrying about that girl." she thinks to herself, her wings flaring for a few seconds before simmering back to the tattoo they resembled on her back.
The girl reaches to touch the picture and gets sucked inside. She comes out into a dark room. "Where am I?" She walks around, feeling the walls. When she feels something that feels like a flashlight, she flips it on. It looks like she's in an ancient bedroom. "This place just gets weirder and weirder." Then a smile comes across her face. "...But I like it."
"Looks like I won't be finding those people today. I have to stop her." the golden woman unleashes her wings. It's not like the girl will be as surprised to see them as she will be when she sees what's inside that room. Besides, maybe this little peeping tom could help her. What would've been the purpose of this ball in the first place?
Then a chill swept through the mammoth crowd and the demons squealed with glee, as a sordid, vulgar, repulsive essence was felt. Arrogantly prancing, hands held high, draped in a sparkling shroud Trolled by demons, Syren ascended from Hell.
Re: Masquerade Ball
Wearing a red tuxedo, trailing a crimson cape, a mysterious man walks into the ballroom, his golden mask glinting in the light. He scans the room and crosses his arms. People are slowly dance, some synchronized, some not. He sighs at the conformity, and walks over to the tables, dreading the fact that formality dictates that he be there.