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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2015 9:39 pm
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Nikita fought for a grasp upon her herself something anything to give her a chance to focus. Her only obstacle at this time being the chaos of the room and the way it put her off balance. Pulling her upon the winds of Excitement that spiraled the room frantically. Nikita took a deep breath in closed her eyes for mere moments and for a brief second using a happy place sort of tactic, calmed herself. It was a relief in slight silence the yelling became whispering and gave her a minute to actually think no matter how temporary. Upon opening her shimmering jewels of eyes once they would no longer be clear but slightly cloudy. She expected to see the lovely gentlemen light under romantic yellow lights she had seen prior to gracing her eyes the slightest bit of relief. However, that would not be the case her now misty eyes would take in the cold embrace of a vary familiar yet frightening being. Nikita was raised around and even by Vampires, so this sight would not shock her because of what he was, but for in that briefly cold stare she saw a glimpse of her past a frail young girl cornered by a beautiful beast with crimson eyes and murderous smile. With the traumatic memory she lost herself again in the fearful emotion many different colors flooded her mind like acrylic paints dulling her senses. She could see the vague outline of him in front of her and hear as if a whisper under the noise of the room the sound of a warm welcoming voice.
Above all else a voice brought her back pulling her from the sea of Chaos and back once again to her feet to focus upon him once again. Yet he was different or at least back to the man she had come to know. no longer did his flawless eyes speak riddles of lust and death to her instead they sang tales of grace and beauty once again. A soft smile played across her ivory cheeks as she found a sort of comfort in him. A bitter moment for her and yet all else aside she for once in her life wasn’t thinking of how her actions would effect those around her, instead she simply was not thinking at all. What a dangerous combination. it was out of character for her to allow herself to do such a thing. Judging by this complicated feeling she was shocked she had even mustered up the ability to lie to him about her faction.
“T-That was... inappropriate of me."
Thinking of his words and how his demeanour was humbly that of embarrassment she giggled softly tilting her head delicately to the right. her misty eyes clearing as they fell upon his once more a sort of comforting clarity emitting from them. “Think nothing of it really I hardly noticed at all, most likely it was my own fault. “ she would have continued if not for her flooding mind the waters of emotion raged high pulling her under once more she felt. Her attention viciously pulled from his once more as she fought to stay afloat.
Nikita felt like she was suffocating and it was beginning to weigh on her heavily. Scanning the room once more a glowing sort of blue would catch her attention in the very confused hand of a man by the terrace she had been resting on earlier. Her face lit up for a moment as she stepped forward unaware he had just done the same Nikita found her delicate frame destroying any sort of personal space they had left her hand instinctively rising to stop herself from hitting the wall of man that was now between her and her destination it would press gently against his chest. A rush of red spread across her cheeks quickly as she could feel her hair stand on end. she slowly looked up hoping it was not him she had just so rudely run into suddenly his words would bring to her attention that with the touch her emotional distress seemed to fly away she couldn’t hear or feel anything suddenly she was blank and the room was quiet. What about this man had this effect on her Nikita’s Flustered expression turned puzzled in an instant. She was intrigued by such a reaction yet worried. he seemed to pull comfort from her a feeling she could only vaguely recall from a foggy sort of memory she could only explain as a recurring dream.
“I would be more inclined to be offended if your eyes were not as enchanting as they are” she finally pushed through her embarrassment to answer his previous statement she pulled herself together her hand remaining against him gently. A smile crossing her cheeks once more her heart beat still raced yet not for the same reasons as her current distress “Yes in fact, I seem to have lost it “she spoke in disguise of her frustration over the matter. Looking gently past him she watched the man holding her necklace turn concealing it. “the noise in here is rather distracting don’t you think?” She said playfully taking advantage of the calming contact between them to get herself stable “might I be so bold to invite you onto the balcony where we can speak more in private?” she said with an innocent smile her almond eyes looking deeply into his. They were stunning however he was vampire and most of them were even his other half was enchanting. Nikita sighed letting her hand slide gently off of him and the room to fill her head once again her smile beginning to get heavier it seemed the crazier things got the more of a blocker the man became.
health❤❤❤❤❤❤Spiritual Energy████████████████Armor askdressInventory nothing location Ballroom companya charming gentlemen (Royce) Ooc:: jeez last long post I swear lol they will be normal after this hehe
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 8:45 am
Royce Roulette  "Reborn in a flame, saved by kindness, but who ever saves a monster?" Though she dismissed his previous lack of control with an almost refreshing sense of calm relief he could still see the anxiety in her eyes and shoulders. Though the reason behind these was lost to him. As she complimented his eyes, a rather sudden turn from the trembles of her previous mind set he found himself quite surprised, almost enough so to have a small shade of soft pink flood his somewhat pale face. He cleared his throat, having no snappy quip to follow up. Addressing her necklace he watched her hand fall to the top of her chest where the jewel had once sat, though he was rather disappointed in himself for not realizing when or where it had fallen. It was not like him to allow details to slip past him, perhaps he was losing his sense of drive swimming in a sea of party goers and their carefree demeanor, it was odd to think of the radical shift in thought that would soon occur, once the sun rose over the horizon.
“might I be so bold to invite you onto the balcony where we can speak more in private?”
He smiled nodding in approval. "Of course." He gently placed his hand on her upper back, in between her shoulder blades as he led them onto the balcony. The doors opening before them as the rush of cool night air filled their lungs. He felt his body relax a bit now bathed in the cool breeze of the night. He reached up gently placing his hand on his mask before slowly removing it. There was no longer a need for this. He tied the mask loosely to his belt before looking back towards Nikita. "What did you wish to talk about?" He asked, a genuine curiosity fell from his words, now with a moment to take a step back the need to suck the red from her skin had faded, no longer was the desire that clutched his mind and stomach so fervently. Back to the man he once was, the man he tried so hard to always be. He glanced something in the corner of his eye, turning slightly he saw a man staring at something in his hand more confused that he thought need be. "Looks like we have another guest." He said softly, wishing for nothing more than the man to disappear into the sea of masks and flourish of dresses inside. Location: Ballroom
Company: Nikita
Form: Royce Roulette
Attire: Mask and Outfit
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:04 pm
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_______________________________________________  | Location | • The Ballroom| Company | • A lot of people - Camilla| (O)ut(O)f(C)hances | • Blargy-Blarg"Fear is an illusion, therefore I control it, and I control you." Armin's face betrayed his slight surprise for only a moment before he got his emotions under control. He had played her for a fool only to find himself the fool. At some point she had noticed Armin, and he had failed to see her do it despite his many looks. This fact made the games all the more real to him. Perhaps it was his wishful thinking that made him believe it would be easy. Now he knew things weren't going to be as easy as it seemed. Lucky me, Armin thought.
“In my experience it’s better to hide the attempts by chatting with someone else. Don’t you think now would be easier because it is more covert rather than giving yourself away?” She explained, interrupting his thoughts. It certainly explained why he never noticed her peering at him.
“To be honest, these sort of events never interested me. The masks are the only detail that made it worth coming to. Makes it more of a challenge. Would you instead like to play a game of twenty questions? Or perhaps we can sit here and try to decide which of the others present are on which teams.” This made Armin grin. He acknowledged information as a keystone of power, one of the many. Knowledge and information was what made people so deadly, should they choose to use it. A game of twenty questions, when played with another enemy, was a mental dance he would much prefer than any physical waltz everyone else was preforming at the ball. Who would end up on top? He only had to play.
"How interesting." Armin breathed, his eyes flashing with amusement, his lips spreading wide in a toothy grin. "I think this will be rather fun." Armin remarked, sitting down in the chair that was offered. Crossing his legs, Arming leaned back in the chair and half crossed his arms, one arm across his chest, the other holding his chin in thought. His eyes peered through his mask at her intently.
"There should be rules. We'll not question each other about their powers or weapons. Let's keep this interesting and not spoil the fun for when the games start. The rest is fair game. Fair enough? You can start." Armin said, giving up his advantage to gauge her reaction. He didn't want his own powers or physical capabilities questioned during their little game. Despite the fact that this meant he couldn't question his female companion about these topics, he didn't care.
Outfit - Mask
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Demon Reborn - Team 3
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 11:20 pm
 
Her company’s expression shifted and she recognized his momentary surprise. Of course he hadn’t noticed her surveying the room, let alone when his eyes had landed on her while she was talking to Uhin. Camilla had angled herself so that she could see the majority of the room when she would look to either the fellow captain or to the giantess. He would’ve thought that her eyes were focused on the Elder. It seemed all this and more had come to light in the moment she revealed herself to him. The corners of his mouth turned up into a devilish grin as she offered the games to him. She had piqued his interest, and she learned a little more about the calculating man who sat beside her.
She nodded along as he began to list his conditions for the game. She pondered if she include her own, such as implementing one about asking about their roles in the games. However, Camilla decided against it as it would only tip him off that she were either a Captain or Vice Captain unintentionally. “Very well, but we also cannot ask which team the other is on. That should be a surprise best left for the games should our paths cross again,” she said plainly.
The Draconian studied the eyes hidden under the mask of her companion, wondering what would be best to ask first. The glass in her hand raised slowly so she could sip from it. The burgundy liquid cooled her lips while she considered him what would benefit her to know about him… and then it dawned on her she didn’t have to ask about him specifically. That was a detail best reserved for later.
She lowered the glass back to the table. “First question, what race are you, sir?”
Status: Fine.Energy: 100%Location: The BallCompany: AdrianEquipment: Mask and gownOOC: Small post is small. v-v;
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 6:53 pm
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_______________________________________________ "Fear is an illusion, therefore I control it, and I control you." Armin could see the woman's thoughts about his conditions twirl behind the color of her eyes. It intrigued him to see it with the understanding that those thoughts could be his downfall. It gave Armin a thrill he hadn't felt in a long time.
“Very well, but we also cannot ask which team the other is on. That should be a surprise best left for the games should our paths cross again,” The female warrior said in a plain voice. It made him wonder why the difference in tone. In the past her tone had always possessed a sense of intelligence and coy. It was two traits that explained her well placed and prompt responses. Yet this time, it was plain. It made him curious as to why that was. Perhaps it was the question she asked? Was there something in it she didn't want him to know? Armin pondered these questions as she thought about her first question. The first question would pronounce the start of the game.
It only took a couple minutes before finally, the game started.
“First question, what race are you, sir?” She had asked him.
It was the most simplest question anybody could ask him. The only problem with it was Armin's abilities. Human weren't allowed to wield magic like the kind he has. That right was reserved for mages only. That's when a thought occurred. She needn't know of his powers. And besides, maybe he has a bit of mage in him, nobody really knew.
"Your first question and you ask the simplest thing. I am a Human." Armin remarked with a smirk. He knew that he had paused too long to be believable and had given up ground. Any answer he gave her she no doubt wouldn't trust completely unless it was complex. Only that would explain the long pause in replying.
"My first question now." Armin said. In turn, he began thinking about what he would ask her. Once he finally had the question in mind, he began piecing it together, cleverly wording it to comply with the conditions.
Arming leaned forwards, studying her face. "What was the real reason you chose to follow the path that lead you here to the participate in the Games? What was the reason above all other reasons?"
Outfit - Mask
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Demon Reborn - Team 3
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