A Night of Masks and Mystere.

[Septima Severa]

Severa walked into the ballroom a bit uncertainly. There were already some people there, all wearing masks, she she could by the Gods not tell who was who. She fiddled with her dress, a thing that her maid, Camille, had talked her into. The girl who usually dressed Severa and did her hair for special occasions, such as temple visits and, well, dances (Plus Severa was a spoilt Roman who couldn't dress herself besides the most simple dresses), had insisted that Severa wore one of her gowns that she had left from the time Camille was a warrior herself, instead of one of Severa's Roman gowns. She'd made Severa's mask as well, and did her hair.

Sev shifted her dress again, the thing had a corseted back and Severa felt incredibly uncomfortable in it, and she wasn't used to showing so much of her skin, and the corset pushed her chest up considerably... Why had she let Camille talk her into this again? She walked forward a bit aimlessly, the same Satyrs were performing again, just like at the Ceremony of Eisodos. Severa really did hope this night would go a little bit better than the last, too much drama happened. And Mars was allowed to stay away this night.

She found herself drifting toward the buffet, ignoring awful innuendoes from the creepy cook and picking up a goblet of watered wine. She sipped, feeling out of place and uncomfortable. This night was already allowed to end...

[Guest]

Eien looked around in wonder when he entered the Ballroom. Everything was glamorously decorated and the Satyrs were playing beautiful music. This is going to be a beautiful night!

He walked further in to see if anyone he knows had arrived, hoping that his 'ripped' cloak won't get snagged on the way. Had Cedric arrived? Or maybe she had arrived?

He's so excited to see how the others would look like in their dresses. Then he saw Severa. He was a little nervous around the senior, but decided to greet her anyway.

"Good evening, Lady Severa. My, you look beautiful tonight!" he can't help complimenting her dress with a smile and a bow.

[Septima Severa]

Severa started when someone talked to her, she'd been preoccupied with grumpy thinking about her annoying dress. But who was he? She was so terrible at guessing who was who in those masks.

"T-thank you," she stammered, blushing a little (hopefully) behind her mask. "But who are you, if I may ask? I'm so terrible at this!" She curtsied back, or tried to at least, struggling with the puffy dress.

((As the romans worked with wigs and big elabroate hairstyles a lot, Severa tends to recognize people by faces. But now faces are only half-shown and she's kind of lost D8
I'll put up a picture of her dress soon))

[Guest]

"It's me, Eien," he chuckled.

He tried to remove his mask for the moment, but found it quite a hassle to untie the ribbon at the back. So he dropped the idea.

"Sorry...," he thought for a bit, then continued, "Are you okay? You seemed quite lost. ...Umm, I'm looking for my friends myself. So why don't you come along? I'll see if I can tell who is who." He grinned.

((I wanna see her dress! Your description sounds pretty~ *w*))

[Septima Severa]

"Eien! Of course, I should have recognized you if not by hour hair then at least by your choice of mask!" Severa smiled. "It's so very... you." She had to admit, he did look handsome in his outfit. It was not something she usually let herself think about, but what the hell? She could let herself go for one night.

"Alright, what could it hurt? You'll have to point everyone out to me though, if I could miss someone I've known for five years then how do I hope to identify people I haven't know nearly as long?!"

((I'll post a WIP soon, it;'s very white xD))

[Guest]

"Haha, thanks, Sev! I'm happy even if you just remember me," Eien said cheerfully. It's not strange to be forgotten if all he does is stay locked up in his room.

"I'd be glad to do that. C'mon!" the Lampad said as he walked towards the crowd.

((Me loves white dresses <3 :3))

[Septima Severa]

"True, it would help if you'd get a little bit more daylight, but I know you just fine," she responded. "And it's not like I'm the most sociable person around either!"

She lifted up all the poof that was her dress and followed him through the ground. "Oi, not so fast, you're not the one walking around with a birdcage of a skirt!"

((http://thedutchesse.deviantart.com/#/d30j67l it has ahoopskirt, so she calls it her cage xD ))

[Guest]

Amaranth smiled as she put the finishing touches on her hair and makeup, making sure everything was perfect she grabbed her mask and put in on, paying mind not to mess up her hair. She smiled and stood up ready to go. She couldnt help but giggle, just picturing the look on Mnem's face, she would either kill Ama or blame it on Kal because stuff like this is almost always his fault.

AMaranth departed from her room and walked down the hallway toward the grande ballroom, it took alot of planing and secret meeting between herself and Morpheus, but they made it happen. Amaranth admired the decorations in the ballroom, Morph did a damn good job, she thought.

Amaranth entered the ballroom and immediatly commaneded the attention of its inhabitants, walking around and searching she smiled looking for Mnem, or Morph...more so Morph, they needed to talk about Mnem's birthday gift.

Amaranth looked around many people had already gathered, as a mentor she made it a point to know not just her students but all the students by name, face, structure and hair color. In this case pointing ut Eion talking to her adorible student Severa was not very hard. Wait...Severa! Amaranth's eyes widened as she held back a squeal that would probably burst every man in the room eardrums. She tossed her multicolored blue hair over her shoulder and made her way over to the talking duo.

Amaranth smiled and pulled Severa into a warm hug. "Severa you look absolutly stunning." She smiled and let go of the girl not wanting to make her more uncomfortable. Amaranth turned to Eien and smiled and bowed politely to him. "Hello Eien, i'm Amaranth, mentor for Aphordite, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Amaranth looked around wondering where everyone's favorite high pristess was hiding.

((XD))
Her dress
http://neptune-chaan.deviantart.com/#/d2ztdk1

[Guest]

Lyra sighed as she entered the masquerade ball...she was going to kill Amaranth when she got her hands on her...damn out of all the dresses she had to get stuck in she was stuck in a brightly colored fru-fru butterfly costume. She sighed and adjusted her shoulders, wiggling them as the strap to the wings slipped out of place, it went back into place.

Lyra sighed and scanned the room, her eyes locking on the multicolored haired mentor. She glared daggers at the back of her head, then blinked noticing Eien and smiling. It was nice to have another lampad under Lord Hades, even better knowing he's a boy...there are not many male Lampads.

Lyra blinked and had to do a double take...no...freaking...way. Holy shit, what happened to Severa, no one would execpt to see the masculine, and ever so violent Severa looking so feminine and so beautiful. Lyra snickered, Leonidus was going to do a tripple take when he saw her.

Lyra sighed and moved to go lean against the walll by the refreshments waiting for Zeph and Rai to get here...at least she felt comfortable around them and they also had a hate for Amaranth tonight.

http://neptune-chaan.deviantart.com/#/d2z5vzd

[Guest]

((Amaranth, unless you change/get rid of the blue I'll most likely end up skipping over your parts simply because it's hurting my eyes majorly. You don't need the color, the rest of us manage just fine without it.))

Morpheus stood near the drinks, looking for the high priestess. He wanted this night to be special, something they'd remember for the rest of their lives, even if it was only a night of fun.

He had butterflies in his stomach, floating nervously about like they were on caffeine. He was hoping that he would get the nerve to confess his feelings, but at this rate he'll chicken out...

[Mnemosyne]

((I'm being illegal by posting, because I haven't even SKETCHED her dress yet. I'M NOT BOUND BY THE LAW ))

Mnemosyne stood in a corner, watching the events unfold. She was slightly ticked by the fact that they'd kept this a secret from her. Plus, it was a bit of a dent in her ego that she was the high priestess of the place yet her own mentors were able to keep an entire ball a secret from her. And every knew!

But she was also touched by the gesture, and the Gods knew she loved dances. So she'd allowed herself to get stuffed in a poofy dress by Amaranth, and she'd used her own magic to create a mask of fire lilies for herself. She'd not allowed the Siren to touch her hair, however, which might have been a good thing.

She smiled at all the pretty dresses and coats and scarves and capes and masks. Everyone had outdone themselves to look great for the dance tonight, even some people who didn't normally take time to look great still did. And all for her. Oh how touched she felt.

And still a bit ticked off...

[Guest]

Ainia walked in to the ballroom quickly, careful not to trip in her dress and heels. Dammit, heels! She felt awkward even if it's just plain shoes. She was thinking of just wearing her sandals to the ball, but Sylphaea was astonished by the thought of combining sandals with a ballroom dress.

So she suggested heels, which the Charis always 'believed' to be elegant (Of course, she never 'saw' it). Ainia wasn't used to wearing any sort of 'dress' either. It felt really weird...

She glanced around at the rather unfamiliar surroundings--for her, at least. She sighed, trying to get used to it. Then she opened her eyes again and scanned the room for Lady Mnemosyne.

Ah, there she was at the corner.

Ainia smiled, carefully hiding a beautiful bouquet of flowers behind her back. Every woman, especially a mother, deserved to be made happy on her birthday. But the happiness will double if it comes as a surprise.

It might be a good idea if everyone wished the High Priestess and give their gifts together. So she inched to the side and avoided Mnemosyne's view, wondering what the others had prepared.

((Ai's dress :3 --> http://shiroi-kamaitachi.deviantart.com/art/Ainia-MB-182134737 ))

[Septima Severa]

Severa glared at Amaranth. "Don't touch me," she hissed, stepping away from the mentor until she was certain she was out of touching distance. The Siren was far too clingy for her, plus Aphrodite was not Severa's favourite goddess anyway.

"Eien I'd prefer not to stay in her company," she shot another glare at Amaranth before turning away. "Please tell me you see your friends somewhere." More and more people were piling into the ballroom, and Severa was already starting to feel crowded, but she swallowed the anxious feeling.

[Guest]

Augustin stepped into the Ballroom. Everything seemed to be unfamiliar. It was like timetravelling. The whole room took the beauty of the venetian age. Masks everywhere, fancy drapes, and interesting lights. He looked around, trying to notice some familiar face.

He saw a little group, so he walked near them. He fastly looked trough at his clothes. He chose simply clothes, even if he knew that could be his last ball. He recognize Severa, Eien and Amarath.

"Good night, everyone!" he said.

[Guest]

Morpheus noticed that Severa was uncomfortable next to Amaranth, so he made his way over to the warrior. He tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "Pardon me, Miss, would you care for a dance?"

((For those who've not seen it yet, Morph's outfit: http://athenaeumofwar.deviantart.com/gallery/25788826#/d30j7pr ))

[Guest]

Sylphie walked slowly to the Ballroom. It's not that hard to find her way there, considering that the Satyrs are playing their tune quite loudly. It echoes a little further down the corridor.

She can sense that the room was really crowded, and was most likely going to get more crowded soon. She'd normally feel uncomfortable, even scared, but the music and the atmosphere were so merry that she can't help but go along and enjoy.

She felt quite grateful to the wood Nymphs from the Athenaeum's Forest. They helped make the dress for her after they discussed their ideas together.

'I wonder if Calla is here...,' she smiled at the thought of her friend, 'I hope she will enjoy tonight's ball and relieve her troubles....'

Sylphie went to stand near a wall or pillar so that she doesn't accidentally bump into anyone.

(( http://shiroi-kamaitachi.deviantart.com/art/Sylphaea-MB-182134025 ))

[Guest]

"Good evening, August! Evening, Lady Amaranth, Sir Morpheus," he bowed to each of them. Then he spoke to Severa, "well, you'll get sweaty if you keep walking around. Haha, it's a ball. I think Sir Morpheus' suggestion is a good idea."

((I forgot to put a link =.="))
http://shiroi-kamaitachi.deviantart.com/art/Eien-MB-182135283

[Guest]

Noster runned into the ball room-he thought he was late.He feeled weird.very weird.He saw himself in the window-he looked girly.Very girly.He was wearing a blonge wig-that was Helene's idea-to meet poeple.
Why am I doing this?That's so stupid.than he felt he was blushing.However he saw that in the window,that nobody can see that he is blushing.That gave him a little bit confidence,but he looked quite miserable standin alone the middle of the ball room.

[Guest]

((lol, how does Eien even recognize Morph? He's only spoken to him once, and Morph's costume disguises him a bit :B ))

[Septima Severa]

Severa turned to Morpheus and smiled. "Of course," she accepted gratefully. "Thank you for that. Also, your new hairstyle is quite stunning Mr. Morpheus, the only way I recognized you was your hooves, and Eien." She nodded at the Lampad boy before going along with Morph for a dance.

[Guest]

"Haha" Augustin smiled at Morpheus's offer, then he turned back to the others. "Why don't we drink something?" he asked.

[Guest]

Morpheus excused himself from the group, then took Severa's hand and led her to the center of the ballroom. Once in the center, he took his other hand and placed it on her back.

"Have you ever ballroom danced before, Miss Severa?"

[Septima Severa]

Severa shook her head, placing her other hand on his shoulder. "No, sir, I've never been the dancing kind. I know some old Roman dances but we had no balls like these back home."

[Guest]

((Eien: Sir Morph, you're easily recognizable because you're such a distinguished Satyr XDDD!!! --> height, hooves, cute ears, tiny horns, long adorable tail, voice, words, way of speaking, blah blah blah~ x3))

"Sure August. What would you like?"

[Guest]

"First, look throught the bidding, what do you think?" he smiled. "What"'s about you. Something favourite?"

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