Event | Masquerade Ball

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Characters: All
Date: The Evening of October 30th
Location: The Courtyard of Public Opinion
Situation: Valdis and 'Rue' have put together an All Hallows Eve Masquerade Ball.
Warnings/Rating: None

The day has finally arrived and the morning and afternoon are spent putting together what will be the scene of the Masquerade Ball at the Courtyard of Public Opinion. Kedan can be seen coming and going, carrying in decorations and lights and later on, various foods and desserts. Valdis, and Rue can occasionally be glimpsed directing people and moving things around, but anyone not a part of the setup will be ushered on and discouraged from lingering.

As night falls, the Courtyard will be brightly lit and ready for guests...

Comments

...this is my life, these are my choices...

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She knew the exact moment that Bakura entered the courtyard, but in the midst of the dancing and festivities, she had no reason to approach him. She might have avoided him altogether, except for the inadvisable fact that she needed to know if her bargain would hold. The music ended and she politely refused the next, moving instead to the refreshment table to get a drink.

"You clean up nicely," she said as she passed him, she lifted a glass of a lighter colored, sparkling drink from beside the punch bowl. "I'll admit I'm surprised you came."

Yes, yes they are

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Bakura sipped at his drink, though his gaze followed Valdis to and from the table. "I wasn't going to," he replied. "But I was asked."

Hopefully they are good choices...

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There was...nothing. No shift, no odd feelings, nothing that would indicate that the Void was interested in Bakura.

"Well, I'm glad you came," she replied, "Who's your date?"

hopefully!

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There's just a bit longer of a pause than there usually would have been to form that answer, and Bakura answers, "I arrived with Pepper." It's a careful rephrasing, which she can interpret as she wishes.

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Pepper, the enthusiastic teen who seemed to brighten any room she walked into just through the pure curiosity and happiness that she held. How odd that Bakura could be convinced...or perhaps not so odd, Pepper must be a breath of fresh air compared to all the other foreigners.

"She's a sweet girl."

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"She is," he agreed, before glancing sidelong at Valdis. "And your date, is that Rue? You did manage to pick the loudest and most noticeable Foreigner for a partner."

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She was silent, swirling the liquid in her glass around, causing more bubbles to rise.

"Actually," she said quietly, "I came with Vergil."

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Immediately realizing that he'd perhaps strayed into territory which never ended well when spoken of -- and knowing that Vergil was Dante's brother -- Bakura only inclined his head as if to say that he didn't intend to press.

"Everyone seems to be having a good time. Likely they needed this, after recent events."

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Valdis tucked her chin like a dog expecting a fight, looking at him with narrowed eyes, expecting an edged response which never came. She relaxed when he inclined his head and moved on.

"Yes," she took a sip of her drink, "It's nice, to not have to worry about anything right now and I think most people feel the same."

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That's not difficult body language to read, and Bakura supposes he's earned that measure of -- metaphorical and not -- raised hackles with his past transgressions, not the least of which were in the same topic vein. So he says nothing to address it, only accepts the premise of the suspicion as valid.

"Nice," he echoed. "Some of the costumes are quite impressive."

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"Yes." She said, looking around at the various party goers, the vibrant dresses and elaborate masks, "Your mask is nice, did Pepper pick it out?"

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"She picked out the whole thing," he elaborated, nimble fingers of his free hand tracing the hieroglyphs at the sleeve cuff for a moment before settling once again. "I think she meant it as a birthday gift, but gave it to me for attendance here."

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"It's a lovely and very thoughtful gift."

Pepper was probably good for Bakura, bringing out a sort of softness in the otherwise hard man.

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And it didn't even come with a threat attached to it, he wants to say, although that much, he knows better not to.

"More than you realize," he replied instead. "It's very personalized."

Not just with his name in hieroglyphics, but Diabound's as well.

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"Well," she said, putting down her drink, "I suppose I should continue my rounds, unless you care to dance?"

She's only half teasing, but completely expecting him to refuse. She knows what she needed to know, so there's no reason to continue bothering him.

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"I'll pass, thank you," he said, mostly sure she wasn't mocking him. "I don't know how. Enjoy your party, khapshemet."

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He was three thousand years old and he didn't know how to dance? What had he been...oh, right.

"I hope that you enjoy it as well," she said, smiling again before drifting off toward the crowd around the dance floor.