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Post: 113568519_1921 created on Mon, 17 Nov 2025 04:25:08 +0000
Posted: Mon, 17 Nov 2025 04:25:08 +0000

Well. From the way the knife was shaking in the other man's hands, it looked like Finlay wasn't the only one out of his depth. Every fiber in his being wanted to place a hand over Ambrose's and offer him comfort. The fact that he couldn't had him squeezing down on his cane, whether out of frustration or to force his hands to stay put was questionable. Probably a little bit of both.

Part of him wanted to suggest finding his sister. Gwennie would surely have an idea to keep them safe, but he was ultimately aware that staying long enough to find her would either force him to do more harm or turn him into a liability. It didn't matter that his body felt ever so slightly lighter after discharging some of the pent up electricity. Every moment they were in the middle of an ongoing attack while he was struggling to move was a mistake.

"Well then, let us make our retreat. There are still to many for us to beat. " With a smile he could only wave his hand to usher the other man on, attempting to herd him toward the door without touching him. Thankfully this time when he moved he wasn't clunky or sluggish. His back stood a little straighter and his legs seemed to want to listen to him as he took each step. "Anywhere is better than here, so we'll figure it out on the way. If we're lucky, the school will deal with this fray."

He'd meant to be reassuring, but even to his own ears it didn't sound reassuring. Drat. He was much better at this when there wasn't an active battle going on around him. Still, thankfully, they were moving. All he could do was wave ahead anyone else who seemed out of their depth as they attempted to escape and keep pressing his friend on. Only once more did he need to use his power on the way out of the room, though that left his victim less fortunate. Something that made tear spring to his eyes even as he continued on.

Finally, when they were far enough out of the room that he couldn't hear the immediate clash his hand raised up to his eyes and his vision blurred as the tears he'd been holding back began to escape. "Sorry, sorry, I know it's silly." It didn't feel silly. It had been life or death and he'd chosen his own, but somehow that still felt wrong.

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Post: 113568519_1922 created on Mon, 17 Nov 2025 04:46:55 +0000
Posted: Mon, 17 Nov 2025 04:46:55 +0000

Watching the stoic man she'd been dancing with break into a fit of laughter was satisfying. Almost as much as the sound her shoe had made connecting with the soldier's face and the trail of blood it had left dripping from his nose as he crumpled to the floor. Her other shoe was off now and she held it in one hand, letting it dangle off her finger by the strap as she looked up to her dance partner with a hand on her hip.

Damn. Did he have a nice laugh or what? Fio found herself looking forward to hearing it once they were out of dire circumstances. Though the amusement in her gaze quickly turned to curiosity as she watched the sword fly into his hand. Not that it lasted long as lust quickly took it's place when he ended the other man. Lust she very quickly shook off considering it had already been her downfall once.

She wasn't paying attention as he walked over, busy throwing her other shoe at another solider and aiming below the belt to take him down in the easiest way possible. Hopefully someone else would be able to reach him and end him before he did any real harm. Fiorella was too busy looking back at the white haired man as he wrapped his - surprisingly masculine - hand around hers and brought it to his lips.

Warmth spread over her, seeping out from her chest and making her shiver under her skin. "O-oh." The word came out as little more than a breathy sigh to the rhythm they'd been creating. It had been a long time since anyone had treated her like a maiden. For most of that time she'd thought it was for the better. She liked her strength, liked knowing what her body could do and that she could take care of her self.

It made the fact that she liked the way he was almost making her feel downright dainty surprising. Then again, everything about this class had been surprising. Her face slowly melted from surprised to delighted. "I guess that would make you a lucky fella, I'll have you know my name's Fiorella." Her smile grew wider as she rolled her eyes at him, as if the expression could tell him 'jeez, this stupid spell, am I right?'

Then she spun, their hands still linked so she ended up wrapped in his arms as her foot darted out to catch another solider by the knee and pull forward. The aggressor tumbled, his balance off-kilter from her yanking at his leg. "Do you mind? We were having a moment." Then her red eyes slide down Stephanie's sword before attempting to reach his face. Unfortunately, she couldn't quite turn enough to see it. "Shall I let you have this opponent?"

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Post: 113568519_1923 created on Tue, 18 Nov 2025 04:51:53 +0000
Posted: Tue, 18 Nov 2025 04:51:53 +0000

Pure, undiluted chaos erupted around her, louder and fiercer than even what Instructor Varsha’s magic had fashioned, but Adelaide couldn’t be distracted even as she ducked her head and shielded herself from the effects of the fireworks. Sir Michael understood her note only nine times out of ten, and with the law of uncertainty hovering over her especially low this day, she had to ensure this was not the tenth. She peered between her hands and the scrambling combatants around her, and there! Right as she had hoped, the gentleman was looking down at something he held before his head snapped toward where Sir Jamal was.

She watched, heart in her throat, as light clapped around the man-turned-weapon, entrapping him in a box that nearly hurt to look at. Now for the hardest part. Scrambling to her feet, she didn’t see the soldier approaching her until he was already on the floor in a crumpled heap, his helmet dented in from where Sir Clint had attacked him. She recoiled, but only for a moment as the cowboy bent down, dark eyes dead on hers. A scowl yanked at her mouth. And here she had been about to thank him!

"As if you need to know every time I’ve unthread all the work I’ve done," she blurted out, "Again I’ll try until the perfect day is spun."

What did it matter what he gleaned from that much? As precious seconds slipped away, she could see even now that too many were being overtaken by the Windurian forces. That was fine. She would save everyone eventually. This was just rehearsal. He wouldn’t remember the mistakes she was making. None of them would. Except for–

Sverre was sprawled out on the floor, too far away for her to reach. Not when she had such a specific series of events to send cascading. If he was dead–

Well, he wouldn’t be. Not for long.

"Oh, I can’t remain, if I just continue on
Then this day will eventually change
It’s finally time
For the challenge I’ve arranged!
I always knew that it would come to this
So, just know I’m here, buying everyone time!"

Gathering up her skirts, she hurried to where she knew to find her final target. All she had to do was find the most amount of men being tossed about, and–yes, sure enough, there he was, the obnoxiously willful and fierce Sir Richard with his oversized hammer! Still, he was her only hope, because even Sir Michael’s magic couldn’t contain the devastation Sir Jamal would wrought.

If only the man would listen to her!

Every time! Every time she had tried to get him to use that ridiculous strength of his for good, he had been disinterested to the point of insanity! Explaining the situation hadn’t worked, pleading hadn’t worked, begging had not worked! Thankfully, she would never have to lower herself to such depths again, because she understood now. She knew what would get him to do what she wanted!

"SIR RICHARD!" she screamed, shrill with nerves, and yet Instructor Varsha’s magic still somehow managed to almost make it sound pleasant. Still, the force nearly made her dizzy. Something dripped from her nose, threatening to well over the curve of her lip, but it wasn't worth her notice. When she was certain his attention was seized, she pointed at the brilliant cage sitting so close and yet so far.

"I BET YOU CAN’T LIFT
THAT BOX MADE OF LIGHT
AND SEND IT SO FAR BEYOND MY SIGHT
THAT IT’LL NEVER BE SEEN
NOR HEARD FROM AGAIN
HEAVEN AND HELL IT WILL BE BETWEEN!"

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Post: 113568519_1924 created on Tue, 18 Nov 2025 23:05:47 +0000
Posted: Tue, 18 Nov 2025 23:05:47 +0000

Richard was having a great time, laughing as he counted aloud in a sing-song voice. There were rips in his suit and blood soaked into the fabric. Some of it was his, but most of it was not. He had to give the Windurians this much, about half of them stood their ground and kept slinging their winds. Some of them cut him or at least pushed him and he had to fight for every inch he stomped toward them before taking their lives. The other half were probably smarter, though. They were starting to realize that bleeding him a little only pissed him off more. Several began falling back, trying to regroup. One or two thought they might have better luck attacking Elizabeth, so maybe they weren’t so smart after all. It was annoying that he couldn’t add those to his count, but they would be taken down all the same. None of the blood on Elizabeth was hers; Richard stood in the path of the wind attacks and she was way too quick with her halberd for these jokers to land an attack on her.

”Fighting’s all I think of, I just can’t get enough.
Gonna make them drop; smash their heads, make them go pop.
Slow me down, I won’t stop, cut me up, but still I’m
Gonna make them drop; smash their heads, make them go pop.”

The prince was having such a grand time that he didn’t even care that he was suddenly singing again. He barely even noticed, though the Windurians seemed to. It was somehow just that much worse for them when the bloodied ball of rage in black decided to sing at them through lips curled in derision and glee.

Sir Richard? No one called him that. At least not anyone he cared to listen to, so why should he change that now? He was having fun. He wanted to see how many Windurians he could down with just one swing! He’d only managed two so far; the bastards just kept squirming out of the way. But if he could just line it up right…

The words I bet reached his ears and Richard snorted in utter distaste. A box made of light didn’t even sound heavy! Who did this shrill prey animal even think she was, issuing that challenge? Richard tossed his warhammer toward Elizabeth without looking back or saying a word; he wasn’t taking that kind of mouth off of anyone. Least of all the small but loud pile of frills that was pointing toward a stupid box of light. Light box. Whatever; either way he was throwing it.

Before Elizabeth could even catch the tossed weapon, Richard was charging toward the box made of light, head down as if he intended to ram it instead. He built up speed quickly and threw his shoulder into the box, giving it enough of a tilt that he could heft it into his arms without slowing much. His muscles bulged, straining the fabric that contained them, as Richard turned on his heel and charged toward the missing wall. She wanted to see a box thrown? He was going to throw this stupid box so far that she’d look up and think it was a stupid star that didn’t know it wasn’t night yet.

The box was sent sailing far and high and Richard watched it disappear with grim satisfaction. But the stupid Windurians didn’t get the message that he was busy right now and two of them tried to attack. Still kind of pissed off, Richard punched one of them right in his helmeted face so hard that he fell back into his friend and they both dropped to the floor in a tangle of clattering armor. Still twitching; they didn’t count yet. He’d take care of it, but first he needed to toss that stupid girl right after her stupid box.

Richard’s brow furrowed as he imagined how her weight would feel in his arms, a good third of it probably attributed to irritating frills and lace that made it harder to get a good grip. He could almost swear for a second that he smelled something like flowers and fruit and something softer, warmer, kind of like that powdery stuff Elizabeth insisted on wearing all the time. But his imagination wasn’t even nearly that good, so why…? Elizabeth took advantage of his momentary confusion and tossed the warhammer back to him, which he instinctively caught. Then he grinned and forgot all about the stupid girl. The bet was still on and she didn’t count anyway. He turned his back to her and began to hum happily as he added a few more heads to his count.

Style ref: Richard - ”Soda Pop” -Saja Boys

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Post: 113568519_1925 created on Sat, 22 Nov 2025 23:54:05 +0000
Posted: Sat, 22 Nov 2025 23:54:05 +0000

Sethos Volkov - Duke of Mars

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I've got what you need
Hunger I will feed

Yeah I feel you too
Feel those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns to free the you
That's running through
Deep inside you know
Seeds of rage will grow.

again

she

HIS

fight

Yeah, come on, come on now take the chance
That's right let's dance

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Location: ON THE GLORIOUS FLYING BEAST
With: Bonnie and Nalani

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Post: 113568519_1926 created on Sun, 23 Nov 2025 04:48:24 +0000
Posted: Sun, 23 Nov 2025 04:48:24 +0000

LOCATION: Hallways xxx COMPANY: Mary xxx CLOTHING: Outfit xxx AMBIANCE: Curses (Also reference song in post)

"Speaking #2a0f0b""Thinking"

Despite his singular eye only offering him so much clarity and the lack of sleep making things worse, Kieran could see the bewilderment splinter around Ms. Malachi’s face like insidious weeds infesting a lawn that had already been several times ravaged. What monster was he to her now, he wondered? The fourth? That sounded right, but he also knew his waning thoughts to be unreliable in the moment. Only his heart remained, something he’d long since forgotten how to listen to. And now that he merely brought his ear to it for a moment, it was blaring like a discordant orchestra blaring booming melancholy that shook his entire form.

Was this it for them, then? The fervent wavering of her voice implied indecision, and yet her clear need to escape him told him that she’d rather be anywhere else than by his side. I suppose I’ve gotten what I wanted then. I must truly be a demon. But her words told an even darker tale than that. There were implications of shared deformation as the blonde phantom came to his flank. Kieran’s initial thought was that she might attempt a counterattack in his vulnerable state. After all, why not exorcise him properly if he haunted her so? Put out the fire that filled her lungs with such noxious ash. But no, she simply continued to sing.

Why did her singing sting more than any blade, he wondered.

As she spun, Kieran was entranced by Ms. Malachi’s fractured form. Broken by so many, and now by him as well. For that was all he knew to do now. Break things. Hurt. That had given him strength, which was what ruled this world in the end. This belief did not waver. But the heavy thumping in his chest protested regardless. Such ignorance it had. Still, it followed his former sister’s lyrics beat for beat. Such behavior had been a thorn in his side with a sting that grew sharper by the second, but it came from a familiar Rose. One it had gotten accustomed to keeping pace with in a former life. They might not have shared blood, but they’d both long since been tied by bloodshed. No, that wasn’t true. Mary never sought it out. She was always the victim. And once again he had made her one. But did that truly mean there could be no home between them again? Ms. Malachi certainly felt sure of it. Heeding her warnings felt tempting.

Before he could think any further on that, though, there was a loud explosion behind him. Oh what the ******** is it now? Turning around so quickly he almost lost balance, needing to step to regain balance, he found himself witnessing another invasion, this time of Windurians. Had these interrupters been hiding out in Izolda’s lab as well or was the security details here simply that incompetent? Darting back to Mary as she called out her child’s name, he was too slow to keep her from running off. Even his shadows tried to reach her, yet they rescinded when his mind once again felt that damning hesitation. Surely there was some part of Ms.Malachi that enjoyed that she had such an effect on him deep down.

Poltergeist or not, the bitter notes in her voice hinted at greater malice. After all she’d been through, she’d earned it. On the other hand, dealing with this small invasion was a problem for people far less important than he was. So instead, he followed the blonde phantom. Ripping the proverbial thorn right out, Kieran decided that he’d simply have to make a new home for them. If the devil was truly after them both? The old ******** better start bringing his A material. These constant hordes of nameless brutes was getting rather trite.

”This tired, weary fiend is a-rumbling, oh my, oh my.”

His steps uneven as he attempted to catch up once again, a couple of the Windurians had caught their eyes Kieran and attempted to go after him. Like I don’t have better things to do! Unfortunately for them, however, even in flight they held shadows. And oh did that darkness betray them. Tendrils snatched them from both above and below, bending and breaking them as Kieran continued to make his way to Ms. Malachi. ”Singing songs to the darkness behind my eye, oh my, oh my.” With every step, the image of the rings came to his mind. But not of his and Emery’s. Emery’s and…Mary’s. The hands that would never hold one another again. ”All my aching bones are trembling, but I won’t yet fall apart!” Picking up the pace, he once again got at least within earshot of the Shahitian duchess.

”Know you don’t scare me, my deary, for that war haunts both our hearts. Let’s make our tragedies art!”

Now side by side with her on the path once more, another pair of Windurians waltzed mid-air towards them menacingly. Blinding them both, the fear on their faces as their choreography got ******** up. It was so good. Clearly less trained than the last pair, he’d love to relish in their shock as they realized they bit off more than they could chew. But he had more important matters, so he had his tendrils handle them just as swiftly as the prior combatants. ”Oh ashes, ashes, dust to dust, who cares if Devils torment us? Go cry of curses after this, but for now let’s save Joby” A phantom limb took a dagger from one of the fallen soldiers and offered it to Ms. Ma- Mary. Surely she knew how to use one by now and it’d only be right of her to carry some of the weight here. It was her kid they were running to, after all.

Kieran then noticed that his heart rate had begun to even out some. Perhaps all this chaos was doing some good for him after all. Stress relief, at the very least. The only thing Kieran really worried about now was if Ms. Akimi happened to hear word of such actions coming from him. If that were to happen, he’d certainly never hear the end of it. And Mary thought she had demons around her. Clearly she’d never spent a night with a starry-eyed mouse before. What torture that was. What torture this was. The world was torture. But there were only two options to deal with it: let it break you or do something about it. Kieran had decided on the latter; hopefully Mary would come to do the same.

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Post: 113568519_1927 created on Sun, 30 Nov 2025 05:28:33 +0000
Posted: Sun, 30 Nov 2025 05:28:33 +0000

In life and in dreams, Jamal was pushed away, and he stumbled, bouncing off a chair, a wall, a cactus that softened into cotton beneath his hands. His mother’s loom braced him, weaving a tapestry that draped over his shoulders in a heavy weight as it wove right off the frame. He was no younger, and yet there was a sense that he must be as he tugged at the threads, trying to draw it off enough to see the pattern his mother must have made. The bustling market–had he been in one?--had vanished around him, replaced by the white brick of home, making the colors on the tapestry stand out all the more. One moment he saw the stylized flowers she had so loved to make, another he saw faces, at once familiar and strange.

Where had his baking girl gone? He sought out her face in the threads, but there were so many, and then none. They fled into the flowers one by one, gone between each slow blink, and when he finally willed his hands to uncurl and drop the tapestry, it fell into a blanket of blossoms that were growing between the bricks. It was so much smaller now at his feet than it had felt around him, but it no longer held his attention. The walls were crumbling away, letting in a cold wind that turned the flowers to snow, and he mourned the loss of the tapestry, but only for a moment. The icy wasteland around him was breaking apart in great cracks that had him squinting against flashes of color. Shielding his eyes with one hand, he was back in the music hall, music turning into screams, dancing into deadlier shows of force against an enemy he couldn’t make out. The line between ephemeral and reality was nebulous.

Until a searing heat shot through his collarbone with a click, splintering across his skin in red hot lines that made even hotter tears spring to his eyes. Reality snapped closed around him in a burst of near blinding light, and he dropped against the wall of it, a scream tearing up his throat as he clawed at his clothes, at the seams splitting apart over his flesh as the still sea of his heart howled into an overwhelming storm.

"Why does my heart cry?"

–should have been unsettling for Jamal to realize he did not know who had won the war–

–it had seemed a stupid question, and he was tired of war generals looking at him as–

–how lonely, how lovely–

–she slipped away, leaving him alone–

–only foreigners as far as his eyes could–

–a lifeline he wasn’t entirely certain whether he–

–tired–

–something like longing claiming his heart before it trickled away–

–the contagious sort that made his mouth quirk upward–

–wished he cared to more readily assure her–

"Feelings I can’t fight!" he howled, the panic bubbling in his blood only adding fuel to the flames.

–bone deep despair made the food in his mouth taste like ash–

–briefest of pain as the world took a–

–always both–

–made him smile a little until the warmth in his chest seeped away–

–first twinges of panic quickly–

–that…concerned him, he supposed–

–more his body tried to worry–

–he struggled against it, fruitlessly–

–wanted to go home–

–remembered that Adli wasn’t doing anything–hadn’t–would never–not anything since–

–could not linger on the wondering–

"You’re free to leave me!" he wept with a scream, hands desperately trying to keep the fire within. Zahra had to be near, she would be safe, but what of Enzo?

–he accepted it nevertheless even as it wore on him–

–something pitiful about it, her usually high, girlish tone lowering to a decibel he had not heard from–

–trying to muster up some form of a smile to reassure her–

–had done something wrong, he knew that much, but he didn’t know–

–accept something so empty–

–an evacuation, this was important, he couldn’t–

–would have felt a full course of guilt–

–felt a jolt like electricity go through him as emotions filled his hollow vessel–

"BUT JUST DON’T PERCEIVE ME–" Glowing hot tattoos ripped through his face while his enclosure jostled him. What of Fio and Chacha and Tashabik?

–like a dark mirror while despair filled his mouth–

–no, he could not–did not want to–why was–

–leaning into her touch even as some part of him wished to move away–

–would not leave him, even when she should–

–her wailing laments, or had he merely imagined them–

–enabled him a view of the thick, muscled thigh exposed by the high slit–

–somehow this hurt more–

–resented the loss of it even as he welcomed it–

–"What have I done to you?"–

–far away beyond his reach, beyond his ability to hurt, run–

–his heart began to pound–

"AND PLEASE–"

He regretted wondering when his purpose would be fulfilled. Had he invited the wrath of the gods upon him and everyone he was coming to like here? Or was he their wrath, their hammer and sword upon those that had angered them? Flames licked at his skin, his hair, his clothes as everything he had ever felt in the past fifteen months came to bear in the worst manner possible. He could hardly feel it when a force pinned him against the light containing him, his voice clawing out of his burning throat in a wail.

"BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY–"

How could he know that he had been sent sailing far from those he cared for, his enclosure rapidly descending upon the distant woods as he begged?

"I’M SORRY!"

Helpless to fight against the storm, he lost himself in it, his cage shattering before it hit the ground as a mass of flames roared down upon the trees below, his final screams reaching far across the crisp snow in a song of fury and despair.

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location ❂ Music Class > Far Woods
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Post: 113568519_1928 created on Sat, 06 Dec 2025 01:58:19 +0000
Posted: Sat, 06 Dec 2025 01:58:19 +0000

It is now December 31st at 6 pm. It is 15 degrees outside and it is currently snowing. The New Year's Masquerade has just begun. Everyone in attendance should be wearing formal clothing with a mask. Because of the nature of the holiday, the normal 10 pm curfew has been extended to 1:30 am. Characters should currently be arriving to the ballroom and beginning to mingle about with each other.

Some characters may not want go to the ball, in this instance it is okay; however, please use your better judgement! These characters are nobility and most, if not all, should have an awareness of the expectations of their status.

In this event there will be no sinsanity, going back into history to relive parts of the war, invading armies, breaking down the wall, or indoor fireworks. All fireworks are strictly outdoor fireworks.

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Post: 113568519_1929 created on Sat, 06 Dec 2025 01:58:36 +0000
Posted: Sat, 06 Dec 2025 01:58:36 +0000

Watching the students all file in was annoying. A stream of ants marching in line, that was all they were. It almost reminded them of the battlefield. The incessant march of troops under orders. And all they could do was keep their arms crossed over their chest and let the thrum of their fingers tapping against their arm in an effort to stem their impatience. They had waited this long, there was little harm in waiting longer.

Finally the calls of the attendant announcing the nobility as they entered ended. Finally they could step up to the Musician device. Unfurling their arms, they gripped either side of the podium.

”Welcome students.” Their words echoed out through the hall, the nifty little magical contraption making their voice carry even as they tempered it into something pleasing. Their eyes scanned the room as if they cared to look out at the faces around them.

”The last three months have been a testament to our commitment to the lasting peace of the continent. Things have not been easy, the tragedy of war ever lingering among us as we claw for a brighter tomorrow. But we have not fallen. Not to the tedium of higher learning and lessons in tolerance, nor to shows of force or threats from countries.”

There was a pause in their little speech, allowing them to straighten and pull their arms back to their side. ”Each day we prove we are stronger together.” The smile that grew on their face was pulled from the question of if that was really true, though none would be the wiser as it seemed to come from the sentiment. ”And I look forward to seeing what our future holds in this new year!”

With that, they stepped back, reaching out to take Izolda’s hand that was offered to help them step down and away out of sight once more.

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Post: 113568519_1930 created on Sat, 06 Dec 2025 02:45:34 +0000
Posted: Sat, 06 Dec 2025 02:45:34 +0000

Nervous fingers fiddled with the beaded drape of her mask as she stood waiting for Akwasi. He could have gotten her from her room. It was certainly something she had considered when he asked if she would be willing to attend the ball with him. The little butterflies in her stomach swirling in wonder at the request forcing her not to want to be a burden when he was already going out of his way to consider her. Aleithia had never been anyone’s pick to attend a ball with. And she had attended plenty of balls.

Well, unless you counted Stephanie or Evelyn, but as they were her older siblings she decided she would not count them since some of that was obligation and the rest was familial affection.

So the giddiness of being asked was new and lovely. Something that she knew Dia wouldn’t like, but that she had no ability to deny. Not when she was only three days from her coming of age. Not without exposing that she very much had fallen in love with a woman.

Which had then stumbled into a flustered acceptance. And business. For what was coupling if it did not involve coordination? Somewhere in that mix she had let it slip that the celebration was only a handful of days before her birthday to the man and he’d gifted her a small amount of silk for her dress. Something that he’d mentioned his people were known for and something that he offered as a means to make her dress a little more special. It was so thoughtful the princess didn’t know if she had the right words to express what it meant to her. Aleithia did not take it lightly as she’d had the material incorporated into the tiers of her skirts despite how it bristled her lover.

And now here she was, her shoulders feeling the chill of the air in a way that made her feel more exposed than ever before. Some small niggle of doubt had her questioning if she’d imagined it all. But then he seemed to appear as if from nothing - the truth of the matter was that it was late and she’d not been paying the best of attention through her nerves.

“Lord Akwasi,” Her voice was even despite the nervous flutter of her heart. And thankfully void of any skips or stutters. Dipping into a small curtsy, she approached to take his arm with little hesitation. ”You look dashing.” It was an understatement, but she didn’t know what other words to use as they made their way into the ballroom.

She couldn’t help the way her eyes skimmed over the crowd as they descended the steps, looking for a shock of pink braids she never seemed to find. It was still early, there was the chance that they had arrived first. The way she squeezed down on Akwasi’s arm from the disappointment was entirely unintentional.

When they were in the ballroom and the headmistress had given her speech, Alei couldn’t help but smile up at the man she was with. ”This reminds me a bit of that first day here when we met, wouldn’t you agree?”

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Stephanie began to think that if Fiorella continued to surprise him with such brilliant and extravagant outfits he would run out of ways to tell her just how incredibly beautiful she was. Tonight she sparkled like a star who had stepped down from the night sky to grace him with her company and he had gladly said as much but even those words did not do her justice. The dark fabric flowed from her form like a slip of that night sky had chosen to cling to her form upon her descent. A black fur stole covered her shoulders, but Stephanie worried that she may not be sufficiently warm. It was bitterly cold even inside the building; he did hope he did not develop an embarrassing sniffle.

As much as the prince was pleased that he was able to enjoy his first date with Fiorella alone, he was just as pleased that a school run event like this was an entirely appropriate event to bring Humphrey to. He much preferred to have his spare eyes close at hand. For many reasons, but the most obvious and enjoyable one tonight was that he could easily gaze upon the beautiful woman at his side even if they were alone. The first look was always the most impactful, but she was no less gorgeous upon each subsequent glance.

He also felt strangely more at ease with Fiorella knowing his secret. She knew how his ‘vision’ worked and that it was one reason he kept Humphrey so close at nearly all times. She had taken his admissions well and had even shown curiosity about his abilities. He was surprised by some of her more interesting thoughts, but being surprised by this woman had been the norm from the moment they had first met.

They entered the ballroom and the headmistress stepped forward to address them. Something about her speech, or perhaps something underlying, niggled at the back of his mind and vied for his attention but never found purchase. He was… understandably distracted. So much so that he did not even think to seek out his sisters as he normally would. They would be well, they might even have fun. And he intended to do the same.

”Will you be warm enough, Fiorella? Admittedly I hate the thought of covering up even an inch of you, but I would not like for you to be uncomfortable.” Stephanie had her hand in the crook of his arm and rested one of his own atop it. It was only a small token of his affection and a socially acceptable one, but he did hope that it was nonetheless well conveyed. ”A proper drink may help, but I suspect there will be nothing more potent than champagne on hand.”

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Post: 113568519_1932 created on Sat, 06 Dec 2025 06:31:33 +0000
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Formal events weren't Fane's favorite. Far from it, actually. The ones he had always been to were a bunch of useless fuddy duddies approaching him and touching him without consent and just holding that contact for ages while continuing a one sided conversation for far too long while everything in Fane's mind slowly slipped away.

Needless to say it was just a whole lot of political maneuvering and posturing he wasn't particularly interested in.

It explained exactly how much effort he put into his outfit. Which was none. He'd pulled out a proper suit and settled at that. In the back of his mind, he could hear Sverre's scoffing at his choices as he clipped on and placed a pocket watch into the pocket on his waistcoat and shrugged on his jacket. Slipping his glasses into the jacket, he'd begun to walk out of his room only to turn around for the mask he'd nearly forgotten. At least making it a masquerade made the whole ordeal a little more novel.

Lily was on his arm as he navigated them both toward the drinks table, picking up two flutes of some non-alcoholic fizzy drink and offering one to her. "I would say I could use the liquid courage, but unfortunately I don't think this is that kind of party or that kind of drink." All he could offer was a smile to her. A compliment would fall empty when she knew he only see blurry shapes around them and certainly couldn't see the finer details of the dress she was wearing.

Downing the sweet drink, he reached down to take her free hand. "Lily, I know this is the first time we've been to a formal event together so I feel like I should warn you." His words would have sounded grave if it wasn't for the fact that his tone and expression had turned playful, exaggerating the gravity of the situation in a way that even Sverre would be proud of. And that Adelaide would probably be ashamed of. "I cannot dance a waltz to save my life. I will do everything in my power to ensure that I don't add in too many dips and turns that aren't actually in the dance."

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Post: 113568519_1933 created on Sat, 06 Dec 2025 06:49:25 +0000
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LOCATION: Main Hall xxx COMPANY: Alone ( watching Ivan & Inga) xxx CLOTHING: Dress & Mask

It was funny how she hadn't felt nervous about this entire plan until about an hour ago. She knew that this had been a risk. A gesture with more meaning than she probably should be putting into it. But her mouth wasn't very good at being honest unless it was in her own tongue and he couldn't understand. So Zahra had done some plotting, asking for help in the most unlikely of places and sending for a dress she couldn't imagine either of her currently awake brothers at the school would be particularly happy to see her in.

Then she'd let her lady's maids comb and style her hair. It was pulled and pinned into something far more elaborate than she would normally ever wear. Meaning it was up and looking nice, the chignon relatively simple in design. They'd relished in the work, probably happy to finally be doing something for her outside of her extremely tame requests on the daily. Instead they were getting to dress her like the princess she wasn't, taking out their stress on the corset.

The horrible, horrible corset.

Zahra couldn't fathom why anyone would want to wear one on the regular. Every part of her itched to cut it off of her body stitch by stitch. It would be more comfortable to go to the ball naked, but she recognized the scandal that would cause. All she could do was remind herself over and over in her mind of the gesture that she was making as she let the mask be affixed to her face. With each click of her heels on the tiled floors as she got closer and close to the ballroom was a clattering reminder of the purpose of her entire outfit.

Like a moth drawn to flame, she noticed him before they were even in the room. Good. She situated herself behind Ivan in line by several couples and individuals. He would be in the room when she made her entrance. And the gods were kind. She didn't see Enzo. And if he saw her? Hopefully he wouldn't recognize her. Michy would at least ignore her dress. And Jamal was blissful unaware in his coma in the medical wing.

Which might have explained the way the swirl of nerves seemed to lessen as she reached the door only to hear herself announced. Then the world focused in on a single pinpoint in the room as she descended on the ballroom. Ivan. Her fiery gaze was locked on him and his reaction as she approached him, waiting to see his reaction to the silent confession she was wearing. And if he disliked her choice? Well, all the more reason to free herself of the corset's infuriating confines.

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Post: 113568519_1934 created on Sat, 06 Dec 2025 08:00:08 +0000
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He’d taken to playing a quiet game with himself where he figured out what kind of awful activity he’d rather be doing instead of standing around at the ball. Rubbing sand in his eyes was the first thing that came to mind but he quickly dismissed it, and there’d never be a timeline where he’d willingly eat any kind of blue cheese either. Fighting an aggressive kangaroo was currently in the lead, followed closely by looking at ledgers and getting paper cuts between his fingers. Okay, maybe the New Year’s Ball wasn’t that bad and it was just him being a type of way. On the surface it looked like, well, a ball. Certainly more swanky than the public ball he knew his Duchy was holding. He attended that one usually but never stayed long and slipped out long before the fireworks went off. Like a lot of things, they just didn’t hit the same. Not that he was crazy about them at one time.

Levi’s plan was to treat this ball no differently. He made his entrance. His name was called. He watched the ‘savior’ of a headmistress make her speech. Hell, he actually had a drink so he was going above and beyond tonight. Most of the boxes he sought out to check were checked, and he looked down at his watch to see how much time he had left before he plan to duck out. Until that moment, he’d make like the large potted plant he tucked himself behind and just stand there. He could pretend to be a tree for a little while longer.

He took another sip of his drink then took to looking at the glass tumbler of brown liquid with ice. The ******** was this stuff? He should have asked the waiter that came around with it. It didn’t taste bad; he just didn’t know what it was and had no data to recall from for this flavor. It definitely wasn’t the clear stuff the brawny, white-haired man from the gym always had on hand.

What remained in his glass was emptied sometime later and as he put it on a passing staff’s tray, Levi noticed one of the princesses and the prince from his Kingdom out in the wild. Aleithia — who looked as elegant as the butterflies she surrounded herself with — had a man on her arm he recognized and had a name for, but knew not much else beyond that. As for Stephanie, he was with the same woman he’d been twirling and kicking a** with during the music class, which he was still internally reeling from for unrelated reasons. Fiorella was this ‘fascinating woman’s’ name as he happily described her.

Levi pulled on the knot of his tie as rolled his eyes. When he got back to his quarters it would be the second thing coming off after his jacket. His suit was basic but he was (mostly) comfortable and it did the trick for the ball. Oh look, another possible not-fun thing he’d rather be doing: choking himself out with his tie! He added that to the list.

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ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Utopia - New Year’s Ball ★ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: A potted plant and his own thoughts ★ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ: Ivan, Aleithia, Akwasi, Stephanie, Fiorella
ᴀʟʟ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ: suit and tie, mask ★ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ: '30… 29… 28…27… 26…'

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Post: 113568519_1935 created on Sat, 06 Dec 2025 16:19:12 +0000
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The days that passed after November’s invasion bled quietly into one another, and all Uriel wanted to do was get through it without hassle. Like many of his peers, he spent time in the infirmary recovering from his injuries, but it wasn’t until he was out that the numbness started to erode. What fragments of memory his concussion left behind blended with all he’d been told and it was then that the turmoil struck him like a pack of wild horses.

He remembered the threats against him and his brother’s life, but also how out of place some of them sounded, as if he were talking to someone else. There was still singing obviously, but the tune he remembered faded in and out and sounded more catchy than it deserved to be, considering the threatening nature of the lyrics. At some point he’d recognized the twistedly, cheerful singing voice as none other than Mr. Harrow’s, the gardener who let his group paint one of his dogs for their project. Ash, was it? But then the brief and final sound of a hollow crack came without warning, followed by his captor’s lifeless silence, courtesy of Harrow’s arrow.

“Hey, kid! Get your skinny a** over here!”
The call yanked him out of the new daze he found when he hit the floor and he managed to scramble in his direction under his cover.

The cream puff he was holding had fallen while his mind drifted, down to the floor and behind the tablecloth, leaving behind golden threads of spun sugar on his fingers. Uriel blinked at its seemingly sudden disappearance but decided against grabbing another from the nearby croquembouche. Even before the invasion he was looking forward to the masquerade and put up no fight about attending. There was always dancing and a good mix of old and new foods, even if he didn’t have his normal appetite at the moment. The reunion with one former lover proved to be fleeting and that had already been a weight on his mind and heart. What happened with his old flame this go-around, with his conflicting feelings of grief despite all the pain and torment that was caused, felt like a metric ton.

But with each sunset came a reprieve from conscious thought, and by sunrise Shifa gifted him by taking some of that mass away. At least, that was how he was going to look at it! The ball was no better time to enjoy himself and get his mind off things, and that was what he intended on doing tonight. He pulled the champagne glass up to his lips and listened as the headmistress gave her introductory speech. He watched too, as well as one could watch a blonde and blue lady-shaped blob speak from behind the magical contraption. His glasses and his mask did not mix, but he had his glasses in a pocket just in case. Her speech was hopeful, at least.

One more tilt and his glass was empty. Uriel felt a presence loom near and his glance shifted in their direction. “I hope she’s right.” Was it a realistic new years resolution to not get cut, stabbed, concussed, or anything for the rest of the academic year?

OOC: Written without the intention of Remi finding that cream puff, I swear!

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ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Utopia - Ballroom ★ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: cream puffs and champagne ★ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ: Micah, Matthew, Marie
ᴀʟʟ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ: This outfit! ★ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ: 'something something soft pajamas and chai tea and bedtime'

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