[center][b][color=orange][h1]???[/h1][/color][/b] [/center] [color=limegreen]Time: Evening [/color] [color=limegreen]Location: [/color] Damien Estate [color=limegreen]Interactions:[/color] [color=limegreen]Mentions:[/color] [color=limegreen]Attire: ??? [/color] [color=gray] [hr] A costumed ball. An event, nay a spectacle so very few peasants get the pleasure to experience the splendors and delights rumored to always follow. Whom could perchance pass up an opportunity to not only dress up, but to disguise? Faces hidden, conversations hushed with the air rife with anticipation and excitement. For whatever Count Calbert had prepared for tonight, it was clear the Damiens put in all the stops. Now, no one would foolishly say this could rival the extravagance of the castle’s ballroom, though that did not perturb the staff who were surely made to work to the bone since morning to prepare such a gala. One so lovingly illuminated with the dazzling bright hue of the moon. How perfectly fitting. Colorful flowers offer distractions and pleasant aromas to keep guests soothed and content. Pampered sheeps easily made content, blind to the truth lurking just beneath. The finest banquet none can find anywhere else in Caesonia. Free to partake and enjoy. No more a perfect opportunity to indulge and let loose without a care, as long as faces remain hidden. A party for fun, to create stories, to show off. Here, where only monsters, ghouls and worse would be mingling tonight. Each person enjoys the illusion of being something different, something not them…something fantastical. A foggy night where many fright and screams will break through the bleak night. A festive time had by all! With the party starting to swing into full motion with guests still filing in; always followed with a dramatic pause. Each time being met with rolled eyes from those not impressed which mostly consisted of the staff and a few of the good nobles among other unseen others, the masks proving it nigh impossible to keep track of folks. So much so, that it made a certain peasant question why Calbert went out of his way to host such a party? One that he got a personal invitation to. An invitation repeatedly told by friends and a certain wet blanket guard alike to refuse. Even now, the vile bastard’s words went through his mind like an unsettling chill down his spine. The sheer and complete utter audacity that gun toting maniac had to not only approach him during his beach day, but with an invitation to his death. That’s right. Somewhere waiting in this so-called party was a trap. Everything likely prepared ahead of time; all Calbert needed at this point was for the special cowlicked guest to arrive. This assumes Kazumin was stupid enough to actually go, especially after being suggested otherwise. As anyone with a brain would know to steer clear, no matter how much delicious food and potent booze were being offered. And if the blonde peasant did choose to come for whatever stupid reason, he would surely come with some obnoxious costume and get up to his typical antics. An easy mark and target sure to be caught sooner than later. Who knew whatever wickedness the count had in store. It was just a matter of time before Kazumin would give himself up and have a noose as his dance partner..or worse. All of these thoughts and more went through his head at some point. How frustrating, however, to see all those people digging into food and laughing it up with a gay ole time. It was a peculiar thing to behold, Kazumin thought as he quietly walked and maneuvered his way around guests. He went unnoticed; none bothered to acknowledge his presence as he continued on; carefully sidestepping partygoers; walked past the table ignoring the seductive pleading, the faint clinking of glass heard as he went. [hr] Interactions: [@Princess] Charlotte Vikena [@Helo] Leo Smithwood At a table a short distance away and behind the pair, a black gloved hand lowered, grabbing hold of something from the table. Quietly, the figure approached until they were three steps away, when a throat clearing cough came from behind.”[color=orange] Pardon the interruption.[/color]” A soft, sophisticated and suave voice spoke up.” [color=orange]I have brought refreshments.[/color]” As the server stated, a round tray soon appeared between the two with three glasses of freshly poured bubbly wine sitting waiting.” [color=orange]And for the lovely lady.[/color]” As would soon be revealed, the glass closest to Charlotte had a lily resting gently within, moonlight reflecting from the droplets leaving it an almost glittering glow. “ [color=orange]A moon Lily fitting for only the most beautiful butterfly.[/color]” The server said before bowing his head; raising it shortly after as she had accepted the wine with gratitude.”[color=orange] Forgive me, my lord. As a flower would not do as a token, but perchance a compliment regarding the slippers shall suffice?[/color]” His attention directed to Leo as he spoke. The server asked; standing there wearing the typical garb of a male server. Clean without a single wrinkle, hair black as coal, combed and slicked back neatly and slightly tanned skin, though something about the hair felt out of place.. The same plain mask worn by the rest hid the man’s face, expression blank under it save for a small forced smile, the same kind one would see on any staff’s face. A thin mustache adorned his upper lip ending with curly tips, much like a twirling villain may sport, albeit smaller. “[color=orange] For it takes a fierce man to don such exquisite footwear, wouldn’t agree, my lady.[/color]” Again the server bowed his head in respect. Doing so in a war to have half his face obscured to Leo while Charlotte would receive a wink followed by a small motion of his towards one of the pillars. Charlotte had nodded and mouthed that she’d be there in a moment when Leo’s head was turned. Waiting until he was properly dismissed as he was told by the head server.”[color=orange] Please enjoy your evening.[/color]” Without another word, the server turned with tray held in hand, he would depart. Making his way towards said pillar; pausing at times to serve any that may call for him along the way. Afterall, what better way to hide than among those already invisible? And this was merely the start. The server thought with a devilish grin, the mask almost giving a creepy imp like appearance. The real show has yet to begin. [/color] ([color=f26522] Note= those at damien's party wish to call this server to them in their post. Feel free to [/color])