[h3][center][b]Opera Night[/b][/center][/h3]
~[@The Irish Tree] (NEP)~
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[b]"Hm, I can't say I have seen Lady Maria."[/b] Gerald replied. [b]"Perhaps she decided to take a look around the manor? I certainly wouldn't mind if she did so...though I wouldn't advise it. Some parts of the manor haven't been entirely repaired just yet and may be dangerous."[/b] He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. [b]"As for a script, oh heavens no! Well, there is one but I feel as though anything we could come up with would pale in comparison to an actual adventurer's experience."[/b]

[color=6ecff6]"I gotta agree with dad on this one,"[/color] Christine grinned. [color=6ecff6]"Just do whatever comes naturally, alright?"[/color]

[b]"So, lets get started then....hmm, we'll start at the ending then, just after the murderer has been thwarted. I'll set the scene for you. For now, lets just practice your lines. The actual acting can come later. Just remember this is a romance hm? And this is supposed to have a happy ending."[/b] Gerald cleared his throat, before announcing in a rather theatrical fashion, turning to a mostly empty room as though practicing narrating for upcoming play himself.

[b]"And so, the Phantom Ghast defeated by his own machinations. The chandelier designed to crush the poor and upcoming actress, Christine, failed. Together with the heroes she was able to thwart the masterminds dastardly plans,"[/b] He paused for a moment. [b]"I wonder, though, how will this tale end? Will the hero get the girl? Or is there heart-wrenching tragedy still around the corner? Not even I can tell, ladies and gentlemen..."[/b]

And that was her cue. He had said just to practice her lines, buuuut, she got a little too into it.

[color=6ecff6]"Ahem,"[/color] Clearing her throat for only a moment, Christine then ran right towards Nephele, wrapping the dragon in a tight hug. [color=6ecff6]"Oh thank heavens that worked, Nephele!"[/color] She giggled brightly. [color=6ecff6]"Oof, my dress is ruined from being ehe, but that's fine."[/color] She looked up at Nephele, face slightly red as she looked up at the taller dragon, obviously that was her cue to do something.

[@Eviledd1984] - Maria
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[color=00aeef]"Less talking darling, and more action! That's what this play needs!"[/color] Before Maria could get another word in edgewise with the specter, the ghostly figure held the decorative seeming cane like a rapier herself, jabbing it forward towards Maria's head. Thankfully for the mothwoman the door handle turned, letting her fall into the corridor she had just came from causing the ghostly womans weapon to hit nothing but air.

The only problem, was that this was [i]not[/i] the hallway Maria had just come down. No, now it was a small foyer with a staircase that led downwards, all of the windows were boarded up and the air smelled as if someone hadn't been in the area for ages. The only way to go, was downstairs.

Thankfully, it seemed as though the phantom wasn't pursuing her, and once she reached the end of the stairs there was a door that led...

Right back into the initial foyer, where the front door was, except she was on the opposite end and side of the room. How exactly had she gotten so turned around? If she knew anything about phantoms, she might have an inkling of what was going on. Either way, it was a straight shot back to Gerald and the set.

[color=8882be][h3][center]~Arletta Dupain~[/center][/h3][/color]
[@PaulHaynek][@The Irish Tree] 
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[color=8882be]"Ah...? You know the inventor then? Well, please show us the way."[/color] Arletta replied with a friendly smile, trying to calm down the cyclops. She followed eagerly, though not nearly as so as Magnus it seemed. As they arrived, the inventor greeted them cheerfully and started to explain about what he needed help with. Namely, material gathering. It seemed they had gotten incredibly lucky with the hides - that was a stroke of fortune on there part. Bird feathers and Morning Light Flowers. The hardest part would be the bird feathers, then.

[color=8882be]"This is...certainly a fine machine, sir."[/color] Arletta replied, gazing over the machine. It was...something, certainly. She had to wonder if it would actually work. [color=8882be]"You made this by yourself? With Talia's help?"[/color] Haha...if it did fly she'd like to take a ride in it herself, though Magnus' concerns were valid.

[color=8882be]"Ah, I am Arletta Dupain."[/color] She introduced herself, glancing over to Magnus. [color=8882be]"If you want to look for the flowers, I'll find some bird feathers, then."[/color]