Arthur stepped back outside, bored. He stood at the front door, then unsheathed Excalibur. It glowed with a yellow-gold light. "[color=gold]A fallen angel? Mutant? I know about Rosie, don't worry.[/color]" As he listened to Excalibur rattle off the beings here, he sighed. "[color=gold]I can't let them know about my position as a holy knight.[/color]" He sheathed Excalibur, a[s][/s]nd stepped back inside. Sometimes, Excalibur telling you nearby beings was a pain. 
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Rose wandered through the grounds, humming to herself. She hadn't really wanted to see a ballroom. She just needed some alone time. Arthur was sweet, but he treated her like a fragile vase just because she was possessed. She was learning to control the monster inside of her, and she was learning fast. One time she almost killed Arthur during an argument. He never treated her the same. She took a deep breath. They'd talk about it later. Then they could maybe grab  dinner.  Of course, if he wanted.