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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Feb 8, 2008 15:22:36 GMT -5
Krystal eyed the lip ring quietly and a devious smirked formed on her lips. Of course, she said nothing to Tate about this, instead she simply turned and headed toward the ballroom expecting him to follow her. She stopped at the staircase, and nodded for him to approach Charlie, then ran off without a word to put his clothes away.
Charlie met him at the top of the stairs, and circled him the way a vulture does a dead animal. "Very nice. Your hair could use some work, but I won't worry about that..." he paused mid-sentence and blinked at Tate a few times. Without so much as a word, or a warning flinch, Charlie reached up and snatched the lip ring from Tate's lip. The moment he tore it lose, the wound would have healed, but the pain would have remained. Lucky for him, it would leave no scar. There would only be a strip of blood where it had been torn out, and of course, he could simply wipe that away.
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Post by CHANGEME on Feb 8, 2008 15:33:49 GMT -5
*Outside*
The alien spun with a start, but identified the speaker as a non-threat before she did anything she would have regretted.
"Ah... full-body... No, I am not painted." She looked down at herself, lifted the hem of her skirt to confirm her statement. Satisfied, she dropped it and handed the blue-haired girl her paper. "I know nothing of any 'ball'. Is that what this is about?"
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 8, 2008 15:39:51 GMT -5
*Outside*
"... Yes ..." Nayra answered in confusion. "If you are not here for the ball, why are you dressed for it with one of the flyers?"
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Post by This One on Feb 8, 2008 15:46:18 GMT -5
Tate went wide-eyed a second before wincing and screaming. He pressed the heel of his palm to his lip then pulled away to look at the bright red blood. "AAH! What the hell was that for?!" After he realized what he had said, he clamped his mouth shut and looked up with watering eyes to see if Bates had become angry with him.
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Post by CHANGEME on Feb 8, 2008 15:47:29 GMT -5
*outside*
"I was dressed for a different occasion, then I was called here. And this blew into my face." Veritas informed matter-of-factly. Then, "...You wouldn't happen to know about any significant abnormalities in this area, would you?"
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 8, 2008 15:49:54 GMT -5
"Besides blue-skinned women dressed for balls at regenerating mansions that they weren't going to?" Nayra asked conversationally. "No, nothing."
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Post by CHANGEME on Feb 8, 2008 15:53:56 GMT -5
"Funny girl. Regenerating mansions, you say?" She mused with narrowed, glowing green eyes. "Sounds like a start. What else do you know about this event? Who is hosting it?"
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 8, 2008 15:57:52 GMT -5
"I'm on my way right now," the other alien answered. "We can find that out together. You're already dressed for it, so you might as well."
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Post by CHANGEME on Feb 8, 2008 16:04:14 GMT -5
The alien nodded. "That seems sensible enough. Lead the way."
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 8, 2008 16:11:55 GMT -5
A few minutes later, Nayra and Veritas had arrived at the door to the mansion, and the Terra-Talihin took the knocker in hand and sounded it against the door.
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Feb 8, 2008 16:22:52 GMT -5
The butler quickly ran from his room when he heard a loud knock against the door, shoes still in hand as he readied himself to greet the guest. Throwing his shoes onto the floor, he slid into each one, and pulled the door open. Light poured from the door onto the lovely figures standing there. The butler turned to the orchestra and with a nod of his head, the music began playing. “I welcome you to the Bates mansion.” He bowed to each of them as low as he could manage and gave them each a polite smile. “I am the Masters Butler, and the host of your evening is Master Charles.” The butler gestured Charlie at the top of the top of the stairs--who stood with Tate’s lip ring in hand--with a wave of his arm. “SIR! More guest have arrived.”
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 8, 2008 16:45:14 GMT -5
Nayra curtsied politely at the greeting, nonetheless taking in the scene before her in one quick but detailed glance. "A certain pleasure," she said as she passed him her coat, allowing for the room to see her blue silken gown and sapphire earrings. The sky-blue gown was embroidered with sapphire blue designs that ornately followed her form, but tastefully so.
She walked with that perfect noble's walk to the stairs and curtsied again before Charles Bates. "Greetings, Sir Charles. It is a pleasure to meet the master of the ball. I am Nayra Sturiesk, child of the Sturiesk noble family."
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Feb 8, 2008 17:15:25 GMT -5
Charlie tugged a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Tate with a small laugh. “My apologies young Tate, but that lip ring was worse then the clothing you came in with.” He held the ring up into the light, turning it a few times to admire the odd loop, then placed it in his pocket. “If you want to re-pierce your lip after tonight, by all means ...” again, he paused mid sentence. His attention turned to the door, as the butler called him and with a slow, unusual grace (for a man anyway) Charlie made his way down the stairs, and bowed deeply to the one who had introduced herself. With a charming grin he took her hand in his and bent down to lightly peck the top of it with a kiss. “Good evening lady Sturiesk, I humbly welcome you to my home. Please help yourself to any room in the house, and if you need anything you may call for Krystal or Brutus--” he paused to gesture his butler and Krystal who now stood by Tate at the top of the stairs “--for any of your needs.”
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Post by CHANGEME on Feb 8, 2008 17:22:38 GMT -5
Though she had no coat, Veritas followed Nayra's example as best she could, courtesying in her own fashion while maintaining her own watch on the surroundings.
She didn't introduce herself, however. In Pyran culture it was considered rude to introduce oneself without being directly asked to.
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 8, 2008 17:25:48 GMT -5
"Thank you deeply," Nayra thanked him with another curtsey after permitting her hand to be kissed in greeting. "I am certain they will be very helpful. What shall the agenda be for the evening?"
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