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Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

Who: Anyone going to the Corsair Island Masquerade Ball!
Where: ...IDK?
When: April 26th - 27th (Early AM)
What: The Masquerade Ball + Ambush (12am)
Warnings: D for dancing, V for violence, A for Ace, L for Luffy
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Open to anyone attending!

There are going to be two main threads. One for the ball itself and the other for the Ambush! There will be an obligatory third thread for FASHION. Just remember to tag your muse in the subject header and OTA or 'Closed to ???' as you comment.

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"Good thing I didn't bring anything with me." though if she did pat a pocket in his coat, she'd find he already lifted some things here and there. Not that she needs to know that. He flashed baboon mask a lopsided grin, a silent F.U. to him, and lead her towards the bar.

"Honestly? It's called acting. Don't get used to it. I'm itching to sink a claw or two into some of these guys faces." Not that she knows he has claws. He looked almost annoyed as they passed one guy, his nose sniffing a moment. He was distracted from Faye a moment as he glanced back towards them, watching him laugh with some other men. Yeah. That one. That one especially.

Eyes narrowed behind his mask, he looked forward again, trying not to be so noticeable. At the bar he did however get her a flute of champagne, offering it to her. "How long are you Roses staying tonight?"

Yoho, how risque! This should be quite fun~

[Oh you know Brook is totally game for this, it would be funny in more ways than one.]

It'll be fun, too. Oh but... [now that he thinks about it] Do you need to borrow some?

[After waving bye to another naval officer, she walked backwards and without knowing what was going on, she slipped on a sleeping idiot. Who falls asleep a ballroom floor?!

Stepping up and dusting herself off, she decides to poke Luffy's side with her foot.]

You-- hey! Wake up!

[Dancing was not really something Chandra had a whole hell of a lot of experience with. She was more than happy to use the lessons she'd been given though, because it gave her a chance to just be...well...free. Careful to reign in her louder, more fiery tendencies till the appointed hour, the Firebrand can be spotted whirling with anyone who'll get close, red hair flying.

This is surprisingly fun, she realizes, and it's easy to lose herself in the motions.]

Mnn? [sits up, rubbing his eye] issit morning already?

[At the start of it all, Chandra's not really sure of what to do. The crowds she likes, and it's easy to lose herself in them, and the food tables are pretty grand too. The smells of all sorts of rich foods are just...well...the scent of pure bliss. Her red dress, high cut and modest, might look a little out of place on the young pyromancer but she's definitely not shy about talking to people.

Approach at will, but be prepared for her to talk your ear off.]

[He could have answered, but instead he reached a hand up behind his mask and when it returned, there was a decently sized green booger stuck to the tip of his glove...which was then expertly flicked over into the contents of a navy officer's wine glass...just before he put it to his lips and drained its contents. He might have been wearing a mask, but the grin behind it was so strong that it was no doubt showing through the porcelain.]

"Then I have to wonder why I'm spending time with you if I've got nothing to gain." She was flirting, clearly, but it did occur to her that she was actually just hanging out with him because she liked it. There didn't even seem to be a cigar to gain this time.

"Claws, hmm? I'm thinking..bullets." She'd see what he meant later, perhaps. But she did turn slightly to see who or what had prompted that response from him.

Faye smiled widely and nodded her thanks when she took the champagne from him, "As long as we're needed. Our ship isn't nearby, though, and there are only a few of us here."

The Firebrand is going to be dressed in this rather modest little number, with this mask that'll probably let anyone that knows her pick her out of a crowd.

"Morning", no.

[pokepokejab, push.] You're still at the ball, bonehead.

Thanks to our lovely Miss Kodachi and her persistence, Ragna will ~~be forced to~~ set his usual attire aside and don this with a simple black mask. No, he's not happy with the change.

[he's standing in a corner with his arms folded, watching the comings and goings and not in the most impressive of moods. Still, he'll talk friendly enough if anyone chooses to engage him but he's watching, always watching]

Edited 2014-04-27 21:51 (UTC)

[When he'd agreed to this mission, he was told he'd have someone to do the talking for him. Somehow that didn't work out. With this many people around, he isn't even sure of the exact positions of the rest of his crew in general, let alone Luka in specific.

So here's L-Elf, wearing his New JIOR dress uniform (because he didn't wear it during the Navy assault, so why should he waste crew funds on buying something for the ball?) and the cheapest, simplest domino mask he could find. His only other attempt at disguise is slicking his hair back, but that one stubborn piece in the front is still sticking out as it always does. Luckily, his general military bearing isn't out of place in company like this, but the way he's just holding a drink and staying out of everyone's way as much as possible sort of is.]

[While Ragna claimed several times over he's not going to take care of Kodachi during the ball, he eventually makes an effort to seek her out among the guests to check up on her. Sure, she fits in this kind of place far better than the Grim Reaper does, and she can certainly handle herself quite well as she proved to him back on the Cahawba, but he'd still rather keep an eye on her just in case the hell breaks loose.

Not that she'll hear him admit as much.]

Having fun?

[Full disclosure: he's definitely NOT here to ask her for a dance.]

Edited (I accidentally a word | SUBJECT LINES) 2014-04-28 11:19 (UTC)

A: 11:30 or so, Open

[As she'd already planned, when the fort's clock tolled half past 11, Chandra began to extricate herself from the dance floor and food leaving either her dance partner or a plate laden with goodies abandoned. Leaving is no trouble, she slips towards a bathroom quickly and quietly. A random navy guy is going to have a really bad day as she acquires a disguise, and it's possible she might be observed leaving in a patrolman's uniform.

If followed, she'll be leaving a fairly hard to follow trail unless you track by scent, as her stealth skills are almost ninja-like. She was a thief, after all, and she's more than capable of knifing guards that get in her way and hiding the bodies. The whole purpose is to avoid magic, after all. That'd give up the game to anyone looking for power use with supernatural senses.]

B: Midnight: The Party Begins, closed to Logan, though feel free to notice/react if you want!

[When the clock rolled over to the Witching our, Chandra began to play her symphony of destruction. Fire roared in her hands, her fingers twitching as visible currents of mana flooded from her limbs, and her hair blazed to life like a bonfire to illuminate the night. With a wild laugh, she looked to her companion and then around the base, starting to walk a circuit around the rooftop to create a ritual circle. The view she had was perfect, showing her ships moored in the harbor, gates, defensive emplacements and the sailor's own barracks. All tempting targets for her seething song.

Looking at Logan, Chandra smiled and asked]

Ready to watch me play?

Naesala's usual clothing is formal to begin with, but he can up his fancy for one night, along with a simple cloak heavy enough to hide his wings when they're pulled tight against him. And, of course, a nice mask.

"I have to wonder the same thing, really." This is flirting, right? Maybe the smiles are. He's all clean shaven too, which is weird. Makes that smile, even under the mask, softer. Weird.

"Bullets and me, we don't get along so well." Not that he can't use guns. He's good with them, but he'd rather do things a bit more personal then that.

He picked up his own champagne again, mostly to have something in his hand. It wasn't like it would effect him any, and there were hours to go still, but he'd not over do it. SO there were a few of them here. He'd noticed other crews as well. Some people at least. Logan thought it was stupid, to invite so many people into this. It's clearly going to break into chaos later. But, that's a pirates life, huh. "Just be careful the later it gets." A small warning, but she might already know, if her captain does. "These bastards will get sloshed by the end of the night." He said, watching the Baboon masked figure stare at them from beside a pillar.

[Naesala stays off to the side of the room for the most part, observing. He's been to an event or two hosted by humans before, though this is the first time in attendance disguised as one himself, and it certainly makes it easier to put on the charm. In spite of earlier objections, he's starting to like this kind of idea. It's a moot point with laguz, of course, he can just pick everyone apart by scent alone, but sneaky things like this are right up his alley.

While he's redone his hair only to hide his pointed ears, Naesala continues to listen in on conversations around the room. He gives off a relaxed vibe, but human clothing and a restrictive cloak for his wings makes him a pretty uncomfortable raven otherwise. It doesn't affect his fake cheery disposition toward these fine upstanding naval officers and other associated nobility, though, so he keeps moving through the room schmoozing it up. Feel free to bother him.]

"Then it's a good job that I don't plan on shooting you, then." So far, she had no reason to, at least. Faye grinned and gave an amused shake of her head, a couple of wisps of hair coming undone from her hair style. "Don't worry, we've got things under control so I'll be staying up as long as I want." She glanced towards the baboon again and turned her shoulder towards him, "I think that monkey's taken quite a liking to you..."

Faye took a step back then, since it was unnecessary to be so close. "Can't be too careful, though. You never know who is listening in.."

[damn good thing he tracks by scent, huh? He'd seen her leaving the bathroom, the scent of her clear to what she did. He followed, silently taking a route to keep up but not too close. It was going to be show time soon and he didn't want to miss the skull cracking but he was curious on what she was up to as well.]

[So yes, chilling out here with her on the roof, crouched down and balanced there, watching her fires start to show, the little circle around she did and... when asked if he was ready to watch her play he smiled, a bit sharply. Honestly, he's ready to get to work himself. He'd been bored this last hour. Its gone on for too long for his tastes, and he's antsy about where their people are or what is going on. But yeah... he's ready.]

Show me what cha got, hot stuff. [He'll watch for a bit, make sure she was alright, and then... maybe scale down the wall to join in, after a bit of fireworks.]

[PS: the music was a nice touch. A flare for dramatics, huh?]

Selphie giggled at his admission that he had help, and moved her hand up to touch at his jaw, "Ooh, wow, Logan, and a beautiful smooth face too! You really did pull out all the stops! Makes it all the more a shame you're not just here to woo the ladies!" She blushed at his last comment and lowered her eyes, "Oh. Well... Thank you."

"Even if you did shoot me, wouldn't do you much good." Because he'd regenerate, but that wasn't the point. "Would it?" Take that as you want. He's distracted by the masked guy too.

Taking a sip he looked away from the masked man and back to the slender form before him. "I'm hardly the one he's eyeing. He's been watching you all night."

Ace's popping up like that caused Selphie to jump in surprise, but she followed it with laughter. "Uh huh, you bet I am! I just wonder who that could be..." And she tilted her head, giving a pointed look and a smile.

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