Beast's Ballroom

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Upon the Worlds being opened to each other, a new threat came. This threat was universal war. As imagined, this would be a devastating war.

So, the Worlds united unofficially. And, as a gesture of good will toward each other, hold annual parties where partyers from every World imaginable come to have fun. This is one of those parties.

Taking place in the ballroom in Beast's Castle. Upon entering here, your clothes are instantly changed to that of a suit or elegant dress (depending on your gender, of course). Against the wall are tables of food. Straight ahead is a band that switches off from slow to fast music, ready for people to dance.

[~/\The Dragon Writer/\~]

Beast's Ballroom...

Had Kylon ever been in this enormous room? He didn't think that he had ever been in a room as massive as the ballroom. Even the ocean itself seemed rather insignificant in comparison. Looking around with his bluish-green eyes, Kylon scratched his dirty-blond head in a strange sign of wonder. Suddenly, he let out a slight gasp of surprise. His arm was now covered with a white fabric of some kind. His eyes were wide in shock upon seeing the difference in his clothing. He swore that he had come to the world in his normal, everyday clothing. Did someone as a joke change his clothes when he wasn't looking?
Whoa...that's really messed up...

Following the white fabric on his arm up to his shoulder and body, he saw that he wasn't just wearing a white sleeved shirt, he was wearing an entire formal tuxedo! A white jacket was sitting atop a white undershirt, with a red vest buttoned underneath. His pants were a completely unwrinkled, smooth, dressy white, which went down to meet two very shiny, white dress shoes. Even his socks were white. Kylon wouldn't have picked what he was wearing exactly, but it worked out for him rather well. Looking around him at his snazzy new clothing, he couldn't help but feel rather fancy and rich in his tux.
Daang...I actually like this!

Looking around at the other people at the party, he couldn't see anyone he could recognize. It was at that moment that a bad thought struck his mind. What if there was an enemy in the ball room? He was completely off his guard, and any enemy would just be able to waltz in there and kill him. His hand instinctively rushed to his back where Sol and Luna usually lay. He was shocked to actually feel the hilts of his swords hidden perfectly underneath his new apparel. After a few seconds of shock, he casually ran his hand through his hair, making sure no one saw that he was searching for his weapons.
Crap, gotta be more discreet. If I draw a weapon...wait a minute...everyone here probably has some sort of weapon. Just gotta not make them mad. No point in bringing any fighting to this party, is there?

Casually walking over to the food tables, Kylon listened to the upbeat music playing. As soon as that song was over, it switched to a slower song, then another fast paced song. It was rather sporadic, but truthfully, Kylon didn't mind. He was just hanging out on the wall, looking out at all the happy people, sipping a small glass of punch he so generously poured himself. Seeing all the couples made him think back to the days he had Telnaeru with him. It was only a week ago, but it seemed like years. Kylon was so used to his spirit friend...and now he didn't have him. With a sad sigh, he looked down to the ground and continued sipping his punch.
I probably shouldn't be thinking about that now...I should be enjoying myself. Maybe I'll go introduce myself to some people in a bit...

[Violinist]

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Jason Bennet was enjoying a glass of champagne. He had been quite surprised by the new suit, but he was hoping he could keep it on the way out. He was dressed in an all-black, finely cut tuxedo and was holding his violin case by his side. He was rather enjoying himself and was planning to play along to the next song. He noticed a new arrival, wearing a white tuxedo along with a red vest. He walked up to him, champagne in his hand and introduced himself. "Hello, my name is Jason. What is yours?"

[Short, I know. >.<]

[whirlygoofga]

Sonolias sipped some of the grapey punch from the colorful punchbowl, looking around suspiciously. He wasn't really suspicious about anything, that's just how he views things while in a calm or dazed mood, which happens quite often mind you. Though night had already set in, it seemed the party had just begun. Only now noticing his attire, with a frightened jerk, grape punch went all over a few people on the other side of the table.

"Oh, so sorry.." Sonolias said to them as casually as possible, afraid he was about to be smashed into a million pieces. Bringing them a few napkins from the other end of the table, he quickly scurried away in a cat like position, with he couldn't do very well in his tight dress clothes.

After walking towards a group of two people looking similar to him - as in adventuring people - he finally looked closely at what he was now wearing.

A white vest was underneath his black silky scholar shirt, collars popped, three buttons unbuttoned at the top, allowing his neck to be seen as well as the top of his vest. He also had on shiny black dress shoes, with obsidian leather gloves to much. His hair was fit into a more neat style, pretty much the same, but not blonde.

Hoping they hadn't seen the little grape punch incident, he gave them an embarrassed smile. He was quite shy around people, mostly the people he wanted to meet the most. And at the moment, they fit the bill perfectly. Taking a few more steps towards them, he pushed his new blonde hair out of his eyes, only for them to flop back down again, and give them a small nod.

"Like the party so far?" he asked, looking around as the lovers danced to the slow song that had just started playing. Ick, the music was so monotonous. Dare not ask the musicians to play anything, though.

[~/\The Dragon Writer/\~]

(No I didn't see it. Sorry)
Taking another long drink from his glass of punch, Kylon instantly became dismayed when he found that it was all gone. Taking a quick walk over to the food table, he quickly refilled his glass. He took a long, deep look into the punch in the large bowl, looking at his own reflection. There was something odd about his reflection in the almost blood red punch...as if the sight of him and the color blood red were one at once. Blind fury, taking all control of him and his senses...the thought of him being overrun by nothing more than pure instinct...why did he feel like that had happened. Looking back into the punch, he noticed he was sweating on his forehead.
What the...Why do I...What's this...I need to sit down or something.

Suddenly feeling light headed, Kylon walked as steadily as he could back to his spot at the wall. He only stumbled once on the way and almost spilled his punch on the ground. Something in that bowl of punch was so familiar to him...as if he could only see the color of blood...or blood lust, for a while. Odd enough as it seemed, he couldn't help but think it true. Slamming hard against the wall, he ran the back of his hand against his forehead, wiping the sweat away. His eyes were shut as he took a long drink from his now refilled glass of punch. He had to get his mind off of that, off of his appearance in the punch bowl.
If only Telnaeru were here, he could explain it to me.

In the middle of his long drink from the punch, he found another person had come up to him and started a conversation. Kylon coughed a bit and almost choked on the punch that he was drinking at the moment. It wasn't the most elegant of actions, but it was one that he couldn't help at all. Looking at the man's violin case and black tux, he couldn't help but feel slightly out of place. His white tux stood out quite well from all the other men out there. Focusing on the tuxedos and conversation...a great way to get his mind off of what had just happened. He'd be able to sort all of it out later, but at the moment...

...he could make a friend.
"Geez, you scared me! Name's Kylon. Pleasure, I'm sure. So how'd you find out about this party?"

Kylon began to take another drink of his punch when he found himself surprised yet again by another party-goer. Almost coughing up another ounce of punch, Kylon's bluish-green eyes raced to the newer newcomer. It seemed that even the wallflowers at the party were popular...odd enough as it was, he placed the punch down next to his feet and looked toward the two people. Maybe he'd make some more friends and actually find someone who knew something about Telnaeru's wherabouts? It was very likely, and Kylon was hoping it would happen.

He could only hope...
"Seems like everyone likes to scare me...Well, in case you didn't hear before, I'm Kylon. The party's cool enough, but I've been in better moods. What about you two?

[Violinist]

Taking a last sip of his champagne, Jason placed the glass on the floor and said, "Mallory heard of it, actually. We were invited to hold a concert here, but we declined because we were going on vacation. But when we heard that there was a Player here, Johnathan insisted on coming. Turns out it was all a mistake. We'll stay here, do a few numbers and then head out to the darkness."

On cue, a graceful woman carrying a flute case and another man carrying a strange guitar walked up to Jason. The woman crossed her hands and took a pose that almost radiated anger and impatience. "I've been trying to tell you this for an entire week, Jason, if we're going into the darkness we will need more time to prepare. We should gather up at least some of the clans first."

As Jason and Mallory started bickering about the matter, again, Johnathan looked at Kylon and the other one. If you examine his eyes closely, you will see that he is blind, but he was looking straight at them. "Excuse them," he said. "They think they're ready to go to the Realm of Darkness. What are your names and why are you here?"

[laruka]

Laruka glanced around. Her hair whipped her face, or so she thought. It was tied back in a platt with a blue hair-band. She looked down at herself. Instead of wearing her normal everyday black shorts and shirt, she was wearing a long glittering blue dress. She found herself wearing lighter blue gloves and found herself looking in a mirror. The platt had three feathers stuck into it. Laruka wasn't really used to wearing dresses as beautiful as these, but she didn't really mind. It was blue, her favourite colour. Eyes? A little voice spoke in the girl's mind. Glancing into the mirror again, she saw that her eyes were the normal red but she had eyeshadow on, dark blue.

She looked around and saw three other men. One wearing a white tuxedo and a red vest, another with an all black tuxedo and a violin, the last one in a black tuxedo and a white vest. "I know I wasn't wearing this..." She muttered quietly, taking a platted blue hair and fiddling about with it. A few of the ladies and men started to dance slowly to the music. Hmm, Laruka wasn't the one for dancing, well, she can use dance moves while fighting, but only when fighting. Like that spin she used to dizzy a shadow heartless.

Weapons? the voice asked in her head. Laruka couldn't feel the weight of Blue Fury. She noticed a little pile of weapons in a corner. She spotted her blue gunblade over there, along with a few swords.

Turning away from the weapons, the girl looked around. No one was there she knew, but they must be in other worlds probably.

[flamestar]

Ryuu Takeo looked up from the ground he had been staring at for a couple of minutes now. Before he was dressed in his usual black, gold and white sweats, now he was dressed in a very handsome black tuxedo with a golden tie and a white shirt and black dress shoes. Weird, but I do like the colors.

Straighting himself out and checking his hair in a mirror on the wall, he set off towards the four people in the corner of the dance hall. Then he remembered his sword and knives, but when he went to look for them, they were gone. Ryuu stopped and felt around for his weapons but when he looked to the opposite corner from where he was standing, he saw a pile of assorted weaponry with his sword's pommel sticking out of it. He sighed, relieved that his weapon was not stolen and continued walking.

When he reached them, he saw there were three guys and one girl around a punch bowl. Ryuu nodded to each of them in turn and said, "Hello, my name's Ryuu. What's yours?" He was polite, as usual and he held a big grin, to show how friendly he was.

[laruka]

(( Laruka's by a shadowy pillar, Forgot to mention, lol! ))

Laruka glanced at a new person come in. Not really caring, she looked at her shoes. To her surprise, she realised that they were black boots with a heel. Who would wear boots to a formal party? Oh well, the dress was covering up the boots. Laruka glanced longingly at her gunblade, she long to be out in the worlds fighting the heartless. She wanted adventure now. She looked at a notice on a wall. It was hard to read, but Laruka could see it was about the weapons.
' No fighting is to be allowed! '
Evil eh? The little voice said in her head. Not evil, but I suppose it's to stop someone crashing the party? And they might be piled up over there, she looked at the weapon pile, because the owner feels that it isn't stolen... she watched some people dancing.

A sudden change in the music startled Laruka. It changed into a joyful, speedy rythm. She didn't get up and start dancing. She would only dance while fighting.

[~/\The Dragon Writer/\~]

Looking at the now six men in front of him, Kylon couldn't help but feel slightly claustrophobic. He was never one for being in gigantic crowds, especially when at a party. Now that there was the violinist, the arguing couple, another strange man, and now this Ryuu person. The sweat that had formed at his forehead was starting to return. Wiping the back of his hand against his forehead, he looked around at all the people surrounding him. Bluish-green eyes tried to search for some way out of the closed space he was in. Seeing no real opening in site, he realised he'd have to move to somewhere less crowded so he could clear his head.
"Uh...excuse me."

Picking up the glass of punch he had placed on the ground, Kylon gently pushed aside one of the nameless people there. He nervously ran a hand through his hair, quickly walking across the ballroom, straight through the dance floor. Accidentally bumping into a few couples dancing to the slow music, he found himself apologizing many times to those he disrupted. So many people...so many opportunities that they had to strike him. He couldn't take it. He wanted to get out of there...not out of the party, but just away to where he could clear his head. Finally making his way through the crowded dance floor, he found himself looking out one of the gigantic windows in the ball room.
Agh...headache. What the heck's going on? I haven't felt like this since...

And it was at that point that Kylon realised he couldn't remember what had happened to him before he lost Telnaeru in Destiny Islands. All that he remembered was in Neverland, they were fighting these two people, then they were attacked. After that, nothing. His bluish-green eyes stared out upon the landscape, but didn't look at anything in particular. He was trying to remember what had happened with Telnaeru and himself since then, but couldn't. Grasping the glass of punch lightly, he took another drink from it, keeping his gaze on the blackened night. He wanted more than anything to know the answers to his questions, but would he ever find them.
...Some party...

[flamestar]

Ryuu saw the girl glance at him, then look wonderingly at the black boots on her feet. She's probably still taking in the fact that her clothes have changed. He shook his head nonchalantly, ruffling his hair and looked at the girl again, who was still staring at her boots. But her next action surprised him, she looked over to the pile of weapons with a longing expression. What's up with her? I've never seen any person longing to fight that much. Oh well, that question is for another time. Now is the time to party.

He looked back at the three guys, who were in deep conversation again, and sighed. "Excuse me gentlemen, I have something to do. Will you please excuse me?" Then without a second look back, he walked past them and over to the girl who had looked at him before.

[laruka]

Laruka watched Ryuu come towards her. She looked away, then calmly said, "What do you want?" she stared at the wall infront of her. She turned around, then looked up, hoping to see the stars of the night. The ceiling was there, making Laruka a bit annoyed. She liked outside partys. That way, she could feel more at home in the night or day. The ceiling has rather weird pictures on it. She looked at the chandelier. The lightbulbs had crystalish shells around the electricy part. The electricy thought made her shiver. She hated thunder and lightning. She controlled Water and Ice, so that made her weak against electricity and fire.

She glared at Ryuu, then looked past him, a small mouse sat on the weapon pile, looking at peace. Not wanting to scare the little rodent, she walked up to the wall and leaned her back against it. She could here a few people tapping there feet to the beat^{(Rhymes! NO!)}. Her eye vision started to blur now. That was probably because she stared at the chandelier lights. Reaching up a gloved hand, she rubbed her eyes. She blinked twice then watched Ryuu.

[yuber]

As the party went on, things were about to get rather interesting for #13. Previously venturing into this world multiple times in the form of another body, Roxas knew the area well and so wouldn't find much trouble in getting lost. However one would find it a extremely difficult task to get lost in this fortress of a castle anyway. The shear vibrations and loud noise emitting from the ballroom was undoubtedly a sign of life and where there was life there was people. A strange image dipicted near the Parlour door as the air distorted. Two different portals of darkness appeared. One being the oval shape sunk into the ground with strands of dark light ebbing from its very presence.

The other however, was slightly different. It formed a puddle of black water, or so it seemed, on the floor. Above the puddle was a floating rigid oval of darkness. Out of this oval stepped a young man with the usual Organization XIII cloak as his current attire. Out of the second portal simultaneously another figure with dark blue hair stepped out from the darkness with identical clothing on. The pair preceeded to walk to the bottom of the stairs leading to the ballroom. Looking up the grey colored steps, Roxas took a deep breath before sighing.

His accomplice, #6 then turned his head towards him. "You know what to do?" he asked in a curious tone. A slight nod came from the Key of Destiny before he managed to struggle a few words out. "Yea, find out what the party is for right?". Zexion crossed his arms over his chest with a slight smirk appearing on his face. "You listen well. No fighting. This is a covert mission and you are only required to gather information. If you are discovered, leave immediately." Beginning his walk up the stairs, Roxas was about to head through the doors before Zexion stopped him once more. Snapping his black covered fingers, a purple light shone around Roxas morphing the clothes into a nice formal suit.

Black jacket, pants, tie an ivory waistcoat with silver cufflinks combined with a white shirt made him look very dashing. "Thanks" the blonde haired kid muttured as he pushed open the door whilst Zexion left via the corridors of darkness. Appearing into the ballroom he looked around nervously. At first he hadn't a clue in what to do but he would have to think of how to start conversation with someone. Drifting between the crowds he grabbed a small glass of champagne off a waiters tray. Despite his attempt to stop Roxas drinking it, the young man had slipped into the crowd and lost the waiters gaze.

Trying to get to an open spot, he held the pristine glass firmly nudging people out of his way in a gentle manner with his left arm. For some odd reason he had black formal gloves on, so he looked kind of out of place yet he cared not. Finding a pillar free to lean against, the amounts of people were starting to un-nerve him. Raising the glass to his lips, he tasted the upper class leisure drink, bringing a foul expression to his face. "Agh, thats disgusting" he said to himself rather loudly whilst wiping his mouth. Drifting to the table of food behind him, #13 placed the glass on the white clothed table and took a piece of meat casserole. That tasted much better.

[laruka]

Another person! Laruka seemed to ignore the little voice. She waited for a reply from Ryuu, she looked at the newcomer. He wore a black jacket, pants and a tie, along with a waistcoat with a white shirt. He had blonde hair, he looked as thought he had blue or green eyes. But Laruka's fuzzy eyes couldn't tell. Do I need glasses? she wondered quietly. My eyesight is BAD! Maybe that happens sometimes... she concluded. She turned and her dress spun, glitter shining in the light.

Her back was turned to Ryuu, he hadn't replied for 6 minutes. Maybe he was mute? But Laruka had seen him talk.

[whirlygoofga]

Watching as the boy he had approached get so sweaty all of the sudden made Sonolias a little worried. He must be having a hard time at the party. Can't blame em', what with all of us trapping him on the wall. Must feel horrible now.. Getting into a crawling position, he scurried through the dancers, between legs, through hugs, a manner of all things to get through the crowded ballroom. Finally reaching the spot in which the boy had so roughly retreated to, he tried to approach him less... abruptly, and decided to stand next to him.

"You ok?" he asked the person with a reassuring smile. But now, he must've known what was wrong. The boy was highly nervous about being in crowded place, and there was also something else... Something Sonolias couldn't find out. Like a forcefield, keeping his mind from entering the boy's. Putting his hand to his forehead, he started to feel large ammounts of sweat. Was this what he was feeling? Then a headache overcame his entire brain, which in turn went to a migraine.

Keeping as calm as possible, as not to frighten him, Sonolias stared out into the moonlight with the best smile he could manage under the extreme pressure in his head.