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Vampire's Masquerade [RP]
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Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 16:49 (4 Days ago)
A gust of wind blows across her bare shoulders and she has made her decision. I'm going in, I can't stay shivering in the cold outside forever. She stands up and smooths out her dress and adjusts the silvery canine mask she wears before walking over to the doors and stepping inside.
It's so much warmer in here... She makes her way through the couples and nobles chattering amongst themselves, standing by the fire she finally feels less cold. She watches as the others take delicate sips from the wine glasses in their hands, with swirling red liquid inside. Her nose twitches and she faintly recognizes the smell, but she can't quite put her finger on it. Oh well, just try to have a little fun while you're here.
Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 17:05 (4 Days ago)
His mask obscured his face completely. It was a good mask. It was fancy enough to wear at events like this; but as long as he didn't look up too often, humans wouldn't even notice.
He knew he was still recongnizable. He knew better than to leave his cloak unguarded. And he knew the amulet's faint glow would not be obscured such easily. He knew he was taking a risk, but no-one notices unless you give them a chance to do so. It wasn't like he wasn't invited.
He decided to try to stop worrying so much. He had to be cautious, but what was the worst that could happen. He was at a masquerade, after all!
Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 21:54 (3 Days ago)
She brought it closer to her without touching it. What sort of magic was this?
She peered at the cup. Nothing was inside, but it was still a pretty sort of thing to look at. She looked around again, thinking that nobody had spotted her. She was wearing her mask though, and everyone already looked so drunk to have noticed, dancing, eating, playing games... Who would notice her of all people in an atmosphere like this?
Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 21:54 (3 Days ago)
In comparison to this ragged laugh of an outfit, he looked like a god.
Odd, he briefly noted if only noting the coarse texture that ever so briefly wrapped around his legs during the split second exchange. Masquerades were a point of pride for vampires, no one would be caught undead in anything less than their 5th most extravagant outfit and to even receive an invitation meant that one had no less than 78 potential choices for ball wear. Perhaps an exaggeration, but the opulence of it all was certainly not for anyone other than the most celebrated of vampiric figures.
Still, he was only a servant. He had no standing to judge anyone else on their state of dress, not when his own were borrowed riches from a Master who hated losing face above all. "Apologies, esteemed guest." he demurred appropriately, bowing to The Mystery
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Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 22:31 (3 Days ago)
Still, Flagram noted the decline of vampire society over time. Once they were terrors and hunters of men, now they are satisfied to play socialite and aristocrat and turn their bastions into opulent estates. The greed filled fools should know, lordship is warranted through strength and strength alone. As he observed the entitled firstborns of “noble” houses making fools of themselves on the ballroom floor, Flagram felt a strong sense of loathing and lamentation. These immature scions are besmirching the honor of their houses with their decadent behavior. Flagram was born to no inheritance and was entitled only to be consumed by his own flames. Yet, he was able to channel his inner flames to forge his own dynasty, one that would purge the weak, unfit to rule. One day
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 01:09 (3 Days ago)
Rather than diving into the crowd, she gravitated toward a secluded corner, preferring the quiet vantage point to observe the lively festivities. The room was alive with vibrant colors, shimmering lights, and the soft hum of laughter mingling with the music. She glanced around, her nerves betraying her earlier resolve.
She had spent hours practicing her English, rehearsing conversations in front of a mirror, determined to engage with the other guests. But now, faced with the reality of it, her carefully prepared words seemed to vanish like smoke. Standing there, she clutched the edges of her gown, her mind racing as she debated whether to step forward or continue watching from the sidelines.
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 01:21 (3 Days ago)
Accepting the glass with a wave of a gloved hand and a charming smile, Ldeya tilted her head as she studied the liquid swirling in the delicate crystal. A glimmer of something dark danced inside, revealing itself just as it caught the light, glowing a faint red, before disappearing again with a twirl of her wrist.
It left a dark stain upon her lips.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 03:29 (3 Days ago)
Otto couldn't help the wave of delight from washing through him as he watched her drink with no hesitation at all. From the looks of it, other guests nearby were also indulging in their new refreshments, eyes widening and lips smacking as the burst of saccharine seeped into their taste buds. The plan was going smoothly. Otto's mouth curled up smugly, a feeling he'd rarely felt. Perhaps this masquerade was not of waste after all.
"How does it taste, miss?" He asked. "It's a new palate, freshly brewed from only the best orchard that the lands could offer. Though, its novelty has its downs and I'd love your feedback on how it could be improved. Please, do tell, how does it make you feel?"
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 03:44 (3 Days ago)
Misako steps forward, her heels clacking sharply against the hardwood floor. Unfeeling and empty grey eyes stared at Otto from behind the mask of a bunny, yet the voice that spoke was warm and gentle.
Leaning against a nearby pillar, she gazes around at the crowd that had gathered
“It is rare I find hospitable and well mannered nobility. Ever rarer that they offer up the finest of drinks— as you have so kindly done”
Misako offers Otto a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and she dug through her pockets to pull out a small pocketknife, which she presents to Otto as a gift.
“A token of appreciation. I can tell this is fine wine.”
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 04:14 (3 Days ago)
Nobility? Was that what he looked like? Otto kept his amusement to himself. Wealthy he was, but he held no power over trades or lands except his own. Well, looks can be deceiving he supposed. The thought of him spending time with royalty and barons nearly made him giggle, but he kept his composure.
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 06:34 (3 Days ago)
Taking a sip, she let out a pleased hum- or was it thoughtful contemplation? Hard to tell, given that Misako’s gaze remained blank and enigmatic.
“You should drink some, yourself.” Misako remarked, staring pointedly, now, at Otto.
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 07:14 (3 Days ago)
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 09:30 (3 Days ago)
Misako’s hand reached out, clasping around a full and unopened bottle. With a quick bow to Otto and a polite smile, she weaves her way back into the crowd
Four times it rang, loud and clear, cerise droplets like rain from above. Pretty white fur stained sanguine, flames burst forth from the dragon’s belly
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 15:37 (3 Days ago)
Posted: Thu, 28/11/2024 00:29 (2 Days ago)
Socializing was always a challenge for her—an endless cycle of self-doubt and uncertainty. She had no idea how to begin a conversation or what to say once it started. The thought of mingling with strangers made her chest tighten, and so, she stayed where she was, watching the crowd from afar, unsure of how to break the invisible barrier between herself and the rest of the world.
Posted: Thu, 28/11/2024 00:36 (2 Days ago)
As she slipped as more and more nobility, the more Kamiya detested the gathering. To begin with, she was not a socialable person, and secondly, her public image was questionable. Unbothered to start building more connections, she approached a corner table to spectate the ball, where pairs gracefully glided around the ballroom. Gloomily and begrudgingly, she sipped from the surprisingly good drink, as well as eating the food she picked up.
Surprisingly enough, she was not the only one huddling into corners in fear of talking to others, but nor did she care, Kamiya was here for her own benefit, and no one else.
Posted: Thu, 28/11/2024 09:08 (2 Days ago)
He looked over to the drinks. Wine or blood? Probably both. He resisted the temptation to try one.What should he do? Maybe he should make his way over to Ldeya and let her know he came. She was one of the few he trusted. He wondered why she still invited him. Well, he assumed Ldeya organised the parties. He never bothered enough to find out.
These parties were the only way he found out any news. In any case, something important happened in vampire society only every few decades. Maybe he’d meet someone new. Maybe he’d find someone who didn’t pay attention to the rumours. Someone he could befriend.
Posted: Thu, 28/11/2024 11:38 (2 Days ago)
But not all of them were enjoying their new drinks. There were a few simply standing in corners shifting gazes awkwardly as if they might be discovered. Doing what? Ooh, that was such an itch. One that Otto could hardly stand. His duty as a wine baron was far over for the night, he could do what he wanted now. He handed the drained bottle to a waiter with a murmur and approached the girl in the corner. "Good evening, miss." He tipped his hat, bowing slightly with his cane to the side. "This masquerade has been... fine by far, wouldn't you agree?"
Posted: Thu, 28/11/2024 13:39 (2 Days ago)
But it would only require a taste to solve the mystery of intoxication.
A slight smile twitched at the corners of her mouth, different from those dripping with charisma, able to charm vampires and humans alike, something more akin to hunger flashing in her glittering eyes, sparkling just as brightly as the jewels decorating her costume.
Yes, this wine was something else indeed.
So interesting that she would consider gracing a lucky guest with her attention tonight.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
Posted: Thu, 28/11/2024 14:42 (2 Days ago)
Suppresion wasn’t a good tactic- if any of the previous incidents had been any indication. It had only led to the painting of vermillion on snow. Especially not for Misako…who had on countless occasions woken up to find her entire palace of visitors lying still at the bottom of the cliffside. Presumably driven to their own mad delusions inflicted by Misako’s abilities.
Her head pounded, like a caged animal desperate to get free, slamming against the walls of her cranium. Misako stumbled into a private room, away from the bustle of the party.
It simply wouldn’t do to massacre the entire lot of them. Not when she was so unstable.