Masquerade Ball

[Ansem the Wise]

A certain man sat in the shadows. Who he was or when he had appeared there at that table in the shadows was a mystery. His clothes were beyond what would normally be worn, so he was slightly embarrassed by his appearance. His hand gently lifted a delicate glass. From where he sat, he watched everyone socialize or lack-there-of, and sipped gently upon the wine in the fragile cup. As he set it down, the man sighed.

This world was unfit for him. He shouldn't even be here, especially after the accident. The accident that had led to the reasons of his being here and Mickey being in the opposing world. Though, Mickey didn't know of his whereabouts, nor was Mickey even aware of this man's existance in this plain of existance. How he missed his old friend. Under the current circumstances, Mickey would have to remain oblivious...at least until they came and kicked off the beginning of a new uprising.

Ansem, as this man was named, shook his head at the thought. The raid would begin soon as they tested their newfound power on a civilian. Would they attack the place of the most highly populated, such as the parties? Ansem was almost 100% certain. As such, Ansem was stationed here.

Dressed in a robe of royal colors and a crown to fit, you would expect Ansem to be the "King" of the party, the host. He was fairly certain he would've been labeled as such if his face was revealed. Instead, a plastic mask with a long, pointy nose jutting out of his face was worn. It was a very obnoxious mask, but the only one Ansem had access to.

Ansem's eyes darted over to a young male. Yourei had said how he hated living people. Yet, this boy had chosen to come. How strange. Was he an enemy? Ansem's eyes narrowed behind his mask, and so he took the mental note.

Finally, however, Ansem shook his head and watched the band's calming music as he finally took another sip of wine.

[donald2]

So, this is what other castles are like...

Waddling into the room, a well-aged sparrow quickly made his way over to the edge of the closest wall, immersing himself in the concealing shadows. Verum, as he was known, could not be seen. Dressed in his usual, medival attire, seeing people in ths formal dress was nothing special. But, he was.

Slowly walking over to a table, Verum approached from the shadows. Closer, closer... Closer...

His orange talons make a scratching noise against the hard, wooden panels, making minor scratch marks against them. And whilst he was unaware of it, those scratches would surely madden the owner of this little fiasco. And of Verum had any idea who owned this castle, well... I think it would be safe to say he wouldnt even be there. Fowls like him didnt exactly like big, carnviourous beasts.

Dressed in nothing for than a black-collared shirt, and a crooked wizards hat, he looked like one of the more... less fortunate people of the party. Not that this specific wizard minded, he wasnt here to mingle, nor to make friends. But, for a much more... sastifying, purpose.

But, from his end of the large food table, Verum spotted a man with a golden, elegant crown. Instinctevly looking behind him out of fear and some illogical reasoning, the mage noticed something peculiar about the path he had just walked.

The scratches. His sharp, pearl-textured talons had put imperfections on this ever so perfect floor. This... wasnt good.

Instinctive fear overcaught this arrogant bird, and forced him to hide from the crowned-man's gazing view. For all he knew, that man was the king of this palace! And it wasnt very appealing to Verum that he should be banished from another land! Why, it was bad enough he couldnt go back to Disney Castle. Not that he wanted to. He would take over that happy-happy land eventually...

But, under the darkness. Something occured to Verum, at worst, what could that man really do to him?

[windy]

After quite a bit of prancing about, Windy realized that her mouth was somewhat sticky and dry. Letting her head fall back to look at the ceiling again for a moment, she straightened and hiked up her dress slightly as she hurried over to where there was food and drink to be had. After all, she didn't want to trip over this huge dratted dress again.

The thirsty thiefess very much hoped that the dress was unaware of that last thought, as it was probably more likely to be troublesome if it was angry at her.

She bypassed the wine and poured herself a glass of water from a very expensive looking crystaline pitcher. There was probably no one around that would point out that she was clearly underage, but if she decided she wanted to steal something from this place later on, drunkenness might hinder any potential capers slightly. However, having never drank wine before, she was slightly curious. Leaning over another pitcher filled with richly colored liquid, she sniffed it lightly. Yanking her head back swiftly, her face contorted with disgust and she held a hand to her offended nose.

Augh! It smelled absolutely foul. She wondered for a moment whether it was possible that something had gone terribly awry with the fermentation process. But that thought existed for barely a moment before it was hopelessly quashed by the obvious fact that at a party of such finery, there was barely any chance of bad wine. No, wine was clearly just for people with a very strong need to punish themselves and no one to propose to.

Sipping her water, hoping to get the unpleasant tang of the strong odor out of her mouth, she spotted a curious sight. A large bird. A very large bird. She had heard stories of giant animals that could walk and talk on different worlds, but had never seen one. For a moment, the poor avian appeared flustered and frightened, ducking out of sight. And it was not difficult to see why. He had quite spectacularly marred the beautiful ballroom floor. However, Windy found that the slight gouges in the delicate flooring somewhat pleasant to look at.

Finding herself feeling uncharacteristically sympathetic towards the feathered little Sir, as he seemed so nervous. She found herself walking towards him, looking the little fellow over. His beady amber eyes almost vibrated with thoughts clearly racing behind them, swiftly as any human’s. Folding her legs into a crouch she lowered herself to eye-level with the bird. After all, how was she to greet someone properly from such an awkward height away from him? No, this would have to do.

“Greetings, Sir!” She chirruped brightly, probably startling him. “…Don’t worry about your…footprints. I think they create something of a point of interest…” Looking over at the trail of claw-marks, she tilted her head and nodded. “I myself never wear shoes either!” The girl said with a wholly undue amount of pride. Even the thin slippers that had been magically manifested upon her feet were a point of some annoyance.

“I’m Windy! And yourself…?”

[Konaa]

There was no breeze. That was puzzling enough to wake the slumbering strategist, who had fallen asleep to the light summer winds. Oddly enough, what he was leaning against didn't exactly feel like a wall...And was that wine he smelled?

Slowly, his eyes opened. He caught a brief glance of an enormous ballroom with glittering windows and dozens of people dancing, talking, and enjoying themselves before he closed them again.

Just a bad dream...

...Wait. You can't SMELL THINGS in dreams. His eyes flew open, and he promptly fell out of the seat he had quite suddenly appeared in. What the hell!?!

Last time he checked, there wasn't a ballroom like this anywhere in twilight town. And it was sort of impossible to appear in the middle of a classy dance party when you had gone to sleep on a rooftop. Konaa never paid attention in school but he knew enough physics to know that was impossible.

Also, what was up with these people? Some were dressed formally, others were wearing clothes that were directly derived from the middle ages, and others looked like they thought this was going to be a Halloween party. And there was a friggin` BIRD walking around. "What the hell" didn't sum this up well enough.

And another thing suspicious. Why did he have a tuxedo? He had never bought another pair of clothes in his life, much less wore anything else. He had the same basic colors, red undershirt, black on top but they were in formal..er, form. It was like someone dressed him up while he was asleep, which was so creepy a thought he immediately decided to disregard it entirely.

The people here had taken no notice of him, even after the tumble from his chair. It was a safe assumption that however he had gotten here, he had only just arrived. Regaining some of his courage, he stood up...And almost knocked over a mysterious masked man's table.

"G-gah! er...um. S-sorry."

....With a crown? Great. He had almost knocked over the table of someone who looked like he owned the place. This party was going to get interesting.

[donald2]

As the girl sat down in front of him, Verum's eyes narrowed in an instinctive dislike. This girl, in her elegant delightfulness, was acknowledging his was there! Not to mention she had just shouted out to the world he had scratched up the floor! Ack! Stupid humans!

"Its none of your buisness! Now go away, I have no time for you!"

The rude bird, in his fowlness (no pun intended) ducked under the tablecloth, hiding himself from the rest of the party. Crawling on his feathered wings and clawed feet, the bird worked his way over to the other end of the table, where he had seemingly forgotten about the cloaked man there. On his mind was getting away from the girl.

This, my freinds, was just proof of Verum's exceptional arrogance.

But, while ignorance is bliss, bliss never lasted long. Realizing where he was, the bird froze in terror. If what he thought was right, that man was right. Beside. Him.

Oh, great. That king with the obnoxious mask was no less than ten feet away. What could Verum do but sit there and wait under this table? In the malevolent shadows?

But, taking a turn on the positive side of things, Verum came to th econclusion the man couldnt have seen the marks he had made, since he had walked in the shadows! Hah! All was well. And now, to get out from under this bloody table.

Crawling out from the side, Verum let the table cloth slide over his feathers. And as he was about to stand up, the edge of the table slammed into the back of his head.

As he dropped to the ground, Verum couldnt help but shake his head at his unusually bad luck. Not only had he made a fool of himself, how could he explain his actions to that man sitting beside him, if he was the king?

"Bloody bastards..."

[windy]

"Its none of your business! Now go away, I have no time for you!"[/b]

Windy tilted her head with a bemused look watching the angry little sparrow as he marched away indignantly. In as indignant a manner as a bird could 'march'. Her black curious look broke into an even larger grin than previously. This little fellow was hilarious. Raising her hand to stifle a giggle she hurried to follow him.

"Quite right, Sir! That is, in point of fact, between you and the floor." She said with holding up a finger in a matter-of fact gesture, her grin not wavering for a moment.

Seeing her feathery new aquaintence stop abruptly to look in abect terror at the tall masked man again, now being in barely obscured sight. That must be the king of the castle. Windy observed the scene curiously and assessed the situation. She could not of course leave her amusing new friend to suffer the consequences of bearing claws in an all too unclawed world!

As if in response to poor Verum's need for a distraction, the masked man's table was jostled violently, almost to the point of tipping by some clumsy confused looking boy. Windy's bright eyes widened in surprise. She knew that clumsy confused looking boy.

Well...knew was a strong word for some kid who spent his life sleeping in her home world. Though they had never met, they had in fact had fairly frequent run-ins he was somewhat unaware of. Him sleeping against a wall, and her drawing on his face for kicks. Her running off and hiding to see his reaction to being duct-taped to said wall. Eheh. Good times.

But what was the easiest mark in Twilight Town doing here? He didn't appear to quite know himself. But it was none of her business. However...

"Oh, how awful...!" Windy exclaimed dramaticly, moving her hands over her mouth in manufactured horror, hurrying up to the boy with a barely visible glint of amusement in her ruby eyes. "Look what you've done to the floor, Sir!" She pointed to the scatch-marks left by Verum. "Oh my, I hope it can be fixed...you may want to sort out the...expenses with this gentleman here." She gestured to the masked man sitting beside him and continuing to reek of importance. "Oh well, what's done is done. Enjoy the party!" Saying the last in one quick breath she hurried away, leaving the unfortunate boy to her latest work of mischief.

Appearing back at Verum's hiding place, once again directly behind the little bird without his notice she clapped him on the back cheerfully. "So, what's your name, Sir?"

[♥ kats KAT kats ♥]

Veaneh found herself walking into a ballroom, and on top of that she wasn't in her normal attire. Instead she was dressed in some kind of men's clothing. She had never seen the likes of this kind of clothes before. Well, it did sort of look like some of the clothes that the men had worn in her world... but why was she wearing a man's outfit. She felt a bit awkward... AND where was her sword? She felt to her side, and found that there was a sword there... but it wasn't hers. She shook her head.

As she walked further in, she saw that there were other people here. Dancers. People in long flowing gowns, masks, and suit like clothing. She glanced at her clothing again, dark grey and blue in color. A vest like top, a blouse, black baggy pants and boots that came up to her knees. As she tilted her head downwards she felt weight upon her head... Moving her hand to her head she felt a hat upon her head. It had a feather attached to it. Along with a mask on her face. That also had a feather..

Great... Should of never came here.. She thought to herself. But, she might as well mingle awhile. She didn't exactly want to go and dance on the dance floor so she found an empty wall and leaned against it. If anyone looked her way... they would think of her as a man with long brown hair...

[seysey]

“Nyaaaah…” purred a certain purple cat girl, trying to adjust herself to become comfortable in the clothes that were forced onto her. It was a lovely Renaissance themed dress dyed in a lovely shade of royal purple. An intricately designed purple masquerade mask with golden rims was placed on her face before she could step inside of the grand Ballroom of Beast’s castle. The back of her hair was wrapped together fashionably with a single dark purple ribbon holding it together in a cute bow.

This was also a colorful idea to cover up her feline ears away from public eyes whilst appearing like another guest within the masses. She couldn’t help but giggle from how cute she looked. It wasn’t something that she would dress in daily but for this special occasion, she would let it go, feeling very excited about these strange events.

Her soft magenta orbs for eyes light up with amazement of the elegance, beauty and overall splendor that flooded the massive room that came before her eyes. Golden lights illuminated the room by a chandelier, the floors below her were shining like polished glass, and she could ever see her own reflection coming off of it. That was so cool!

A cat-like smile graced her fine feline drawn lips as her curious eyes wondered on, noticing that the people around her were dressed the same way she was. She didn’t feel much like an outsider now, though she did want to get more involved with everything. Although, she didn’t know where to start.

Blinking blankly, she stared off into space for a moment, scratching her cheek softly with her femme feline claws, before strolling around carefully maneuvering through the crowd to find common grounds with someone rather then being a wonderer all over the ballroom. Where to start? Who to greet? How to greet? Choices. So many choices.

The music was soft but due to her sharp sense of hearing, she could hear it from her distance. Lovely music that could move anyone onward to the dance floor. She resisted all urges to go over to the dance floor, feeling that she should save it for some other time and mingle with someone first.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone leaning against the wall. She couldn’t tell quite clearly whom it was from where she was. Motivated to discover who it was drove her to walk on over, gracing their presence with a kind smile and greeting. “Hello there,” she started out sweetly, “Lovely evening, isn’t it?”

The purple neko tried her best to keep her excitement under control. To keep herself still, she clasped her hands together, a trait showing her subtle shyness. Her eyes underneath the mask glimmered with glee of her first experience of a Masquerade Ball.

As she took a better glance of this stranger, it appeared to her that she was talking to a young man with long brown hair, but there was something odd. It wasn’t a young man at all; it was a woman in men’s clothes. How did Seyka know? Seyka could discreetly draw out more feminine features on her by the way she appeared. That or the clothes that she wore appeared two times too small then what she assummed an actual young man would wear. Either was it was rather strange.

“Wait… you’re a girl, aren’t you?” she asked innocently.

[♥ kats KAT kats ♥]

Hello there

The person against the wall lifted her head up, from looking at the ground. It seemed that she didn't exactly want to be here, but this had been the first people she had ever really seen... she had walked day and night through the snowy mountains and then found a door to this place. She had found a castle, and it had seemed that there had been a party going on and she was correct. She had thought it wouldn't hurt to stay.

Once her head was fully up, you could see her facial features that had been hidden beneath the big pirate looking hat on her head. But, mostly all of her features, mostly her eyes were hidden beneath a mask. She looked at the person that had caught her attention.. she was now standing only a couple of feet away from her. Veaneh wasn't much of one to talk, or even introduce herself to others.

Lovely evening, isn’t it?

Yes, it was.. but not really to her. She had never had the oporunity to go to balls, dances, etc. No, she had been more focused on her training... which hadn't really gotten her anywhere. Accept that her world was destroyed... well it disappeared into the darkness. And she was left stranded in another world. Maybe even another universe. The girl before her was decked out in purple. There seemed to be a lot of colorful dresses and other outfits here tonight. Veaneh had taken notice of the other people here but had yet to really show herself. Until now. Until this girl had walked over to her and started some small talk.

She nodded her head to the girl, "..Yes, it is a lovely evening.." She said to her, speaking for the first time since she had arrived. Her voice would confirm the girl's next question though. That she was indeed female. She was indeed a girl, as the other girl had put. Veaneh would of called herself a woman, or a lady.. but calling her a girl still got the point. "..Yeah, I'm a girl.. I guess this place choose my outfit for me." She said to the girl, standing infront of her. But, she didn't really mind that she was stuck in a mens clothing instead of a pretty dress. Veaneh had never been one for wearing dresses.

She looked down at the girl and gave her a small smile. She didn't know what else to say. So she just stood there, waiting for the girl to say something else.

[seysey]

Seyka was correct! Of course, the purple neko was correct, there was no secret talent between judging the gender difference in people, at least not once has Seyka been proven wrong in telling the difference. She didn’t want to try that luck but for now, she was glad that she was correct. Anywho, there was still much more to discover and this was just the beginning.

In the back of Seyka’s mind, she was exhilarated that she was beginning to make new friends. The simple-minded neko couldn’t help but jump with joy inside of her mind of the fun she was having. Very simple minded, that she was. When the lady lifted up her head for Seyka to see, she got a better look, but her eyes were still covered up by a mask.

Of course, it was to be expected. Though the outer rims of her finely drawn features portrayed Seyka’s new acquaintance to be far more then a girl. The lady standing before Seyka was by far a woman in her early twenties. The purple neko could tell because of her own features. Seyka was a very round, baby-faced youth despite that she’s actually seventeen.

Not that the age difference mattered for Seyka, friendship is ageless. Such an optimistic little neko. “Well, as long as it’s something that you feel comfortable with, then I guess it’s fine, no matter how trivial it might appear,” she said, “I think it suits you, it makes you appear more like a brave warrior guarding a royal family member from some evil entity and becoming a valiant hero.”

She couldn’t help but giggle because the very image of her new acquaintance valiantly protecting a king came into her mind. Like an evil wizard of some sort came out of the blue and tried to cast magic on the king, but her brave knight came to the rescue and defeated the evil wizard. Thus becoming the hero of another happily ever after story. Alas, not everything works out like a happily ever after like the stories that she was told by her father. She knew that firsthand over past experience. Those were precious memories.

Oh! What was she getting all spaced out for? She was standing right before her new friend and she didn’t even formally introduce herself. She shook her head for a moment and smiled bashfully. Performing a curtsy, she properly introduced herself to her new friend. “Excuse me, I have a tendency to create wild imaginations, allow me introduce myself,” she started, “My name’s Seyka. Nice to meet you miss…um… miss?”

[Memories]

It was at this time, Memoriam had been blown away by the recent influx of guests and....birds. They were all very notable for being either clumsy, the life of the party, or trying to be sneaky. There was also the most glorious proprietor of the establisment who wore an overly luxurious golden crown. Mem didn't believe the crown was really needed for an occasion such as this. Simple masks were enough in the dream's own opinion.

Of course there was also the matter of the sharp and twisted girl whose dress had taken a turn for the worst. Her shoe was ruined, and Mem drinking punch out of it didn't make it any better. Still he firmly believed that the girl was a bitch, and proceeded to walk away and meet other people. In the end it would most likely prove to be a lifesaving decision.

Well now it was a simple matter of finding someone else to talk to. The bird was a very interesting creature, but he appeared highly anti-sociable. Still one girl wouldn't give up on trying to get the bird's name. The only options open were the master of the house, or the boy who nearly flipped over the table, the master of the house sat at. Mem decided the boy would be the best choice as the other gentleman probably wanted to just relax rather than talk.

There are few good openers to conversations, and even fewer good openers to good conversations. Mem made it his duty to memorize these openers and use them whenever necessary. For the boy he was about to strike a conversation with, only the best opener he had would do. "Hi, I'm Mem would you like to have a drinking contest with me." No doubt it was the greatest opener the universe had yet seen. The very mention of its greatness shattered feeble human minds. This was all of course Memoriam's own opinion. At least it weeded out the people who couldn't deal with such an odd opening statement. Unfortunately for the boy, he would have no choice in the matter as Mem was already grabbing bottles of various wines and spirits. To top it all off was his announcement of the forced competition. "Hey everyone come watch me smoke this dude in a drinking match. First person who passes out wins!"

[yourei]

It was getting louder downstairs which only meant that more and more guests were arriving. He didn't care though.. at least that is what he brought himself to believe. He had simply tried to be kind to a single person and everything backfired on him, what was it that she said he was? It pretty much meant dressed improperly for the event that was taking place. He wasn't sure how though, unless of course this place was for the more 'suited' gentlemen and ladies. He was new and was completely unfit for such and event.

I suppose I'll leave... Yourei finally decided in his head. He obviously wasn't welcome here from his style compared to everyone else's, so he felt that it was his duty as the black sheep to leave. What else could he do? He couldn't dance with anyone due to getting touched hurting him so much, he couldn't talk to people without getting insulted, he couldn't even try and help someone. Yes leaving was probably the most accurate approach for him at this time. He was going to take a drink though before he left, a small one nothing alcoholic.

He took off his white sheet with a sigh then got up, he then very neatly taking his time put it back exactly where he had found and borrowed the sheet from. After he was done that task he he decided that since he was done with the pain that lady had inflicted and his tears were gone that he would very moderately walk down the stairs no costume and all. All Yourei wore was his regular clothing once again since this time if he was kicked out he could say that he was leaving anyways.

He made his way past a bunch of people and took his drink then took a nice long sip. After that he went through the front doors and that was that. He decided that from that point on humans were not OK creatures.

(Yourei gone)

[♥ kats KAT kats ♥]

Veaneh looked down at the girl decked out in purple. She even noticed as she looked into the girl's eyes that her eyes were also a hint of purple. She had pretty unique eyes, the kind of eyes Veaneh had never seen before. She could not see the girl's entire features of her face, but she could tell that she was somewhere in her late teens. She almost seemed cute, as she stood there before Veaneh.

Well, as long as it’s something that you feel comfortable with, then I guess it’s fine, no matter how trivial it might appear

Then the purple girl started to talk some more, it was not really small talk this time but was a much longer sentence. Most likely to start some more conversation between the two of them. And she did agree with the girl's first statement. She did feel pretty comfortable in the clothes this place had put upon her. Though, the hat did bug her somewhat but she could live with it for the time being. She wouldn't be here for that long, or well she hoped she wouldn't.

I think it suits you, it makes you appear more like a brave warrior guarding a royal family member from some evil entity and becoming a valiant hero.

Veaneh hadn't really thought of that, well she didn't exactly want to. She actually had been some valiant hero... or was. She was supposed to save everyone else, but the time had been too soon. She hadn't been ready. Hadn't been properly trained.. but still she should of been there. Should of fought. Now, everyone dear to her was gone... Sadness washed over her. But, it did not show across her face. Across her eyes. She wouldn't let it. Then she remembered her promise....

To protect everyone... even if she dies trying..

She thought to herself as she stood there across from the young girl. She seemed so naive... but she sort of liked her. A small smile came across her face, ..You think so?" She said to her as she looked over herself again. Maybe, she did. She then smiled at her again, as she apologized for having a tendency to create wild imaginations. So had Veaneh when she was younger...

My name’s Seyka. Nice to meet you miss…um… miss?

"..Veaneh." She said to Seyka, finishing the girl's sentence for her. She let yet another smile cross her face. She was being nice to her. Though, she was generally nice but she usually always approached others with a smile even though her heart was left unwhole..."It's nice to meet your acquaintance Seyka." She said, then bowed like a gentleman. Playing her part as what her costume portrayed her as. She then lifted her hand up to her head, tilting her hat forward a bit. Then she stood up straight and let out a small laugh..

[geenween]

Selia turned her head abruptly in the direction the sudden loud voice was coming from. Some boy with less tact and brain that her dog (and her dog had been a stupid Yorkshire that peed on the bed when people didn’t look at her) had just proposed a… drinking contest? In a place like that, with an event like that, among guests like that? Did he want to see how it was to be thrown out from an elegant party?

She shook her head, okay, maybe that gathering wasn’t the most exciting, but that was too much, even for her own level of elegance. Which, all considered, was quite low. After all, you can’t pretend to be a stuck up princess if you live so close with every kind of creature coming from every kind of world, especially if they pay you.

Well, she didn’t want to be involved in that stunt, she though, better find a quiet spot to sit down, her feet were starting to throb. She could even find someone to have a chat with, so to occupy some time. Possibly, someone who wanted to make her pass out from drinking, she added to herself as she leaned forward in a table to grab a pastry. It looked kind of weird, though in a nice way and she was curious to taste that world cooking; after a morsel, she decided she like it, and took another one.

The number of people had grown quite a bit in the past minutes, she noticed as she moved away from the table. The girl who had almost hit her had approached a bird-like creature, while the one with scales had engaged a talk… sort of, with one of the people who had offered to help her. Closer to her position, two other people, one looking suspiciously like a cat, exchanged cheerful pleasantries. She focused her attention on them, for no other reason rather than they were close.

[angelous]

Zander walked into the ballroom, noting the lavish decorations, and every person that was in the room. The sounds of his cane hitting the floor echoed as he continued forward, step by step. He particularly liked the orchestra, they were playing a calm, soothing tune, that at the same time was exciting and fast paced. The candles everywhere to him just screamed that whoever owned this castle was of wealthy descent. The chandelier also helped to up this vibe.

He noticed that his outfit changed as well, taking on a more medieval look. His cape grew in length, nearly touching the floor. His top hat changed into a more lavish, elegant hat, that still covered his ears. His shirt and pants took on a poofy shape to them. His shoes changed into boots, and suprisingly, they made no noise with each step he took.

He noted one girl with a bright red flowing dress, and decided that she would be his next victim, when the time was right. He casually walked over to her, smiled, showing to fang- like teeth. He took a deep breath, and coughed once, clearly showing he was about to speak.

"My name is Zander Bartholomew Caesar, and I am, if you cannot tell due to the fact everyone here seems to be dressed like one, an aristocrat." He paused, taking a short breath. "This isn't my normal attire, but it is a close comparison. The cape is a little long for me, I would indeed prefer if I did not look like this, I would prefer to be a little more like a commoner in appearance, of course. But it seems I have no choice. Oh well, this outfit will do for now."

He turned his head, glancing around to see who else was here, though at the moment, he did not really care. Then he looked back, hoping for a response.