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"I...If I could... M...Maybe..." Xanathalas stuttered slightly in response to the question about borrowing PQ's clothes. Just for tonight. With all the royalty here, and all of the dressed up Mechanical Children, Xanathalas, being both new here and not of royal descent, was really feeling uneasy about the uppity-up place. She was blushing slightly, and a bit of circuitry illuminated in the redness of her cheeks.

The steel doors opened up and closed quickly, and in came a familiar character. Clad in black and red with khaki belted pants and spurred cowboy boots, this strange man bare sword, satchel, and gun around his hips. His footsteps were noisy with the jingle of the chains around his waist, his spurs and the clunk of his boots. Removing his hat, he revealed a face covered in scars, white hair and a cheerful demeanor. His red eye seemed to glow artificially, suggesting he fit in with the mechanical children as much as the woman with the Static face.

Ash beelined his way for PQ first, holding his hat in one hand.
"Heya Pook," he greeted her with a warm hug.

With another curtsy to Fiona, PQ was just about to respond to the woman when Ash hugged her. Lots of things ran through her mind as her arms wrapped around him, but the only thing that came out with a genuine bout of laughter. Looking him up and down, she couldn't help but shake her head. "I expect nothing less," she said to him before gesturing to Sir Berry, Fiona and Xana.

"I'd like to introduce you to my good friend Mr. Ash Faust. Please, get to know one another over the refreshments. I will return shortly." Nodding to Hayley, she then gently took Xana by the hand and led her to a back room through a nearly invisible door in the wall. In front of them was a large closet, filled top to bottom with clothing.

"Should you feel comfortable, experiment with these articles of clothing. I must go back to the party, but by all means take your time." Patting the girl on the shoulder, she then made her way back out to the main room.

Xanathalas smiled, and her headwings swayed contently. "Thanks!" She exclaimed. "I'll pay you back sometime..." She muttered, as the other cyborg left the room, she began to go through the clothing and pick something that she thought would look good on her.

Well, it would seem he was late in coming for the occasion. No matter, he was there now and would make the best of it. A rather large man, clad in part armor and cloth slowly made his way into the main room at a leisurely pace. A heavy cloak, the color of obsidian and held by a large silver clasp swirled silently around his ankles. A sword, sheathed to his side bounced silently with each step he took.

His complexion was dark and rather rugged, having need to have since a few days past. His was face boarded by messy, jet black hair pulled back into a short tail with a red ribbon. The most striking feature he would posses would probably be his eyes, ever watchful, sharp and the color of the sun at dusk.

He stopped after some time and following suit of what Fiona had just done minutes before, removed himself from the center most location of the room towards one of the pillars where he would merely stand and observe, crossing his arms before him as he did just that.

"And here comes the executioner," Black said as he watched the darker man move from the door to a pillar. He gave a small saluted wave at his friend and then back to the rest of the group. "I suppose you guys are at least well acquainted enough to have an ice breaker. I'm going to go see if we still have some stragglers. I know the bard and witch wanted in on this party."

Black removed himself from the group and headed out the steel doors. Just where was everyone anyways? Oh man, he was going to get sacked for giving bad directions. Really bad directions.

He bows his head towards one of the hosts of the gathering, the fellow with the white hair. "And thank you for having us here."

Feeling eyes on himself, he turned his head towards a familiar face; Black. The now known Executioner lifted a hand to return the wave, smiling now.

"Gee, thank you for telling all who I am. Now I'm going to be avoided."

The chide was in good humor as he was chuckling, smoke swirling and rising to the air from the corner of his mouth as he did so.

Xanathalas emerged from the room, redressed in a much more formal attire. PQ had, to be expected, a nice collection of black and white Aekean style clothing. Xanathalas threw some things together in an attempt to make an outfit that matched. Her headwings and anklewings kept getting in the way, however. But she finally picked out a very spacey, yet stylish, and also Aekean outfit that seemed to match her, and fit her, very well. A black pointed headpiece garnished her head, slightly off to the side. She looked a bit more comfortable, now dressed so she could fit in. When she heard her name spoken (Cyborgs have very good hearing), she quickly made her way over to Sir Berry. "You... said my name?" She questioned, tilting her head off to the side like she normally did, but this time the headpiece that she had put on shifted slightly, so she immediately restored her head to its normal upright position.