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Post by This One on Feb 10, 2008 0:05:15 GMT -5
Tate's eyes widened so far that no part of either iris touched a lid as a burst of adrenaline flooded his veins. His life had just been threatened. His breath hitched and his lip went into his mouth, though he could not comfort himself by chewing on his piercing as he usually did. Instead, this gesture was met by a sharp pain. He quickly let go of his lip, letting out a small gasp.
Once his mind wrapped around what had just happened, he nodded. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was telling himself how incredibly stupid he was for getting himself into this kind of a mess in less than an hour, but now was not the time for self-punishment.
"Y-Yes sir," he managed to stutter.
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 10, 2008 0:12:42 GMT -5
Nayra took another look at the boy across the room, contemplating which drink to send, and finally picked out a glass of sparkling grape juice from the table and handed it to Krystal. "Thank you very much," she said to the girl.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Feb 10, 2008 0:26:04 GMT -5
"Very good then, all should be well." Mark said aloud as he began walking around the room. He examined everything from the ceiling down to the floor. Pictures, works of arts, even the tables and chairs garnered his interest. He made sure to eye the patrons from the corners of his eyes from behind his mask. He had a miniature camera placed in the pin attatched to his coat, making sure that he would take a picture of anything that would qualify as important information. He had much to learn, and probably only one night to do it. Though he made sure to not over step his boundries, and to not look suspicious. He also made sure to have a mental scrambler placed in his ear, to scramble his thoughts in case any would have the potential to read his thoughts. He continued his exploration of the house, not straying too far from the party... not yet anyways...
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Feb 10, 2008 1:44:49 GMT -5
Charlie gave a low chuckle and tightened his grip on Tate's shoulder. "Now wipe that look of your face before someone suspects something. Oh yes, one last thing. Tell no one what I just spoke to you about. I have eyes everywhere, and if you do, I will find out." With that he gave him a hard pat on the back and wondered over to the gentle man who had just entered. Extending a hand, Charlie smiled and bowed his head. "Welcome to my mansion, sir. I am Charles, your host for the evening, as Brutus told you." He eyed the man's face with a smooth expression, though he too was curios of the man's choice of mask.
Krystal took the cup from Nayra, and made her way over to Colin, head lowered so her eyes were on the floor. When she reached the boy Nayra had pointed out, Krystal gave a small curtsy and leaned closer. "Sir, I was requested to give you this by the blue-haired lady over there." She gestured the girls with her eyes and held the cup out to him. "I was also told to give you a message." She blushed slightly, unsure of how he would react. "She said if you wanted someone to drink with, they would greatly enjoy your company."
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Post by This One on Feb 10, 2008 15:11:05 GMT -5
Once Bates had released his shoulder, Tate closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling.
"Just calm down," he whispered to himself, opening his eyes. Bates was now busying himself with another guest, and no one had seemed to notice their little ordeal. Not sure what to do, Tate quickly made his way into the dining area. He was not the least bit hungry, feeling as if his stomach had leapt into his throat ever since the death threat, but he felt that he would be safer in a crowd. Just as before, he kept to himself by leaning against one of the walls, still a bit on edge yet much calmer than before.
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 10, 2008 15:43:33 GMT -5
Colin stared blanky at the girl. "Um... thanks." He said in a short rasp. He quietly took the glass and gave a short sip. He then looked back at Nayra. Shrugging, he decided to walk over. "Hello." He said in his usual, scratchy voice once he got to the girl.
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Post by CHANGEME on Feb 10, 2008 15:44:35 GMT -5
Veritas had wandered into the dining room on her time, somewhat distracted, looking almost dazed as she looked around. Whether this was an effect of the strange get-up and glowing, hidden eyes that seemed to have no focus or her foreign gait was unclear. Perhaps both, perhaps neither.
"Excuse me." A voice thick with some accent that was both there and not mumbled, almost right beside Tate. It was the alien, when had she gotten there? "You're erratic, I think. Who are you?"
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 10, 2008 16:03:26 GMT -5
"Hello," Nayra greeted Colin politely. "My name is Nayra, and the girl you came in with is my classmate," she introduced, motioning to the budding scientist, "Karen. What's your name?"
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Post by This One on Feb 10, 2008 16:19:59 GMT -5
Lost in his own thoughts, Tate jumped at the sound of the heavily accented voice. He wheeled around to face the female that stood directly beside him. After what had happened with Bates, he was still having some trouble forming thoughts.
"Wh-What? Erratic? Uh...I'm Tate DuCleod." He offered his hand for a handshake, chuckling nervously. He really had no clue what to do when it came to formalities, being a seventeen year old street rat. "And you are?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 10, 2008 16:38:49 GMT -5
"My name's..." Colin coughed for some reason. "Colin. Colin Degren."
Liar.[/color]
Oh, shut up, already.[/color]
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 10, 2008 16:52:54 GMT -5
"A pleasure to meet you, Colin," Nayra answered with a small curtsey. "Is this your first ball? You seem uncomfortable."
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 10, 2008 18:02:32 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah. I don't really come to these a lot..." Colin answered, blushing.
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 10, 2008 18:27:42 GMT -5
"Ah, well, just try to relax," the blue-haired girl advised, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Just pretend it's just your average party, but with fancier foods and clothes. And they only allow you to ballroom dance."
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 10, 2008 19:13:08 GMT -5
"Um... okay." Colin said, staring uncomfortably at the shoulder Nayra was touuching.
You... don't think she can feel the strap, do you?[/color]
Oh, please, TELL me you didn't put one on....[/color]
It doesn't feel right without one! Just... relax, okay? It's not like it's showing, or anything...
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Post by CHANGEME on Feb 10, 2008 19:57:06 GMT -5
Veritas looked at the hand Tate extended, then looked at him.
And then she did it again, struck a stiff bow.
"Veritas Alpha, First Guardian of the Gate, servant of Mogg and the Northern Empire."
As she straightened, her eyes did seem to gain a focus, a painfully sharp one, but in no manner malevolent. "Tate DuCleod." She repeated thickly. Perhaps it was the way she cut her words into syllables, maybe her emphasis on long vowels. "What brings you here, Tate?"
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