Neron wandered through the Ivory Mask city helplessly as he asked around for directions to the throne room. Most everybody looked at him as if he were an idiot, but somehow, he had managed to become utterly lost in the [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8f/09/18/8f0918d58c6a0ee35afb4f963fa4164f.jpg]city[/url], likely due to having been distracted by a series of objects and sources of entertainment. The city was mired in refined marble that towered in an overbearing fashion, rising in a mixture of Romanesque, and Greek architecture, giving the place a church feel to it. As if the place was a cathedral, or some other location of worship. Eventually, Neron found his way to the throne room. It was as expected, like the pictured throne rooms in forums and chats, the only difference being its "holy" theme with stained glass windows that stretched upwards and reached towards the ceiling and the marble floors to which the entirety of the hall created a sense of refined grandeur that was exclusive to the Ivory Mask's throne room. Neron, having realized there was no king to receive him, merely waited at the doors to the throne idly. His nature easing his boredom by speaking to anyone that came within hearing distance.

The sound of someone logging in would catch his attention back to the throne seat. Sitting at the top was someone who was of little surprise to those of the Ivory Masks. Their leader had manifested, [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/44/6e/6c/446e6cd8a00a3b0ca49dc4c7b27cfbdb.jpg]White Sun[/url] crossing her legs in a bored manner. Moments later, someone else logged in beside her, the figure of Stark Zealot standing by his King's side as a guard.

[color=c4df9b]"And what do you want? Wait, don't tell me. You're that creep from earlier who wanted to join, right? Don't tell me you were actually serious about that,"[/color] White Sun said, glancing at her nails.

Neron lifted his head from his idle stance and looked towards the sounds of logging in. His mask lit up with a yellow ":)" at the center of his gray mask. Turning his fairly large body to face the White King, but as she talked, the emote at the center of his mask changed to a ":(" before he animatedly shrugged,"Oh, I think you took me for the wrong person, I was the extremely handsome and attractive man that stumbled in moments before the legendary glaring contest between student council members, not the creep. But, yes, I too, would like to join." The smile on his lips as he spoke in his slightly derezzed voice was evident as he concluded with a bow, the sounds of his armor hitting itself made obvious the reason to his 45 degree angle half-bow as well as punctuating his words.

[color=c4df9b]"Right. Because there were any attractive people present when that happened,"[/color] the White King said, ignoring the turn of Stark's head. [color=c4df9b]"Sure, you can join. It's not like I really care for your reasons. Though looking at your current Guild status...says here you're with the Ebony Strykers. Mind telling me why you want to betray my rival?"[/color]

"Of course there were attractive people, you and your dashing bodyguard were present." The mask lit with a ":D". After the King's question, he merely repeated his past shrug as if he had no clue, his tone taking on a passive note,"Funny you should ask, I actually prefer the color white." He remarked innocently. He leaned forward slightly and as the mask changed to an ":o", he put his hand to the side of the mask as if he were telling a secret,"And to be honest, I've been getting nothing but grunt work... I think it's because I sat in her throne."

White Sun raised her eye and a smirk coiled onto her expression. Either Neron was a complete idiot or was holding out on something...either way, all would be revealed to her in due time. There was no need to press this any further.

[color=c4df9b]"I see. Should I be concerned that our positions might be replaced then? As you can probably attest to, this is a very comfortable throne."[/color]

"I agree! But, I have learned my lesson, so there is no risk of such bold usurpation." He waved his hands innocently, continuing his streak of naive countenance. The expression on his mask returned to a ":)" as he looked around the throne room for half a moment,"Also, I'm a little bit low on level right now, you know anyone that could help run me through a few dungeons? Nobody is willing to let a noob dungeon with them, it's depressing me...", ":c" formed on the mask.

[color=c4df9b]"That's not my problem. If you wanted to level up, you should have crawled to that worm, Verdant Grin,"[/color] White Sun remarked, already accepting Neron into her Guild. [color=c4df9b]"But if you wait a little while longer, I may have someone just perfect to do some raids with you. Some chick named Abyssal Runner or something. Some edgelord name like that."[/color]
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