[h3][center][b]Opera Night[/b][/center][/h3]
~[@The Irish Tree] [@Eviledd1984](NEP) (MAR)~
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[b]"Oh for the love of-"[/b] Gerald sighed, holding his hand to his head. [b]"I will not hear any of these ghost stories any more. Not from you or the set workers. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a meeting with an important lord from Boreal Port."[/b] He grumbled, promptly ignoring the two woman as he walked away. Christine gave the two of them a soft smile and a sheepish giggle.

[color=6ecff6]"Sorry about that,"[/color] She began. [color=6ecff6]"He's just a little...nervous. A lot of the workers here started talking about how this place was haunted and some of them have quit working. He just really wants the play to go well, so he's a little anxious."[/color] She fidgeted a bit, obviously taking her a few moments to think about something before shaking her head and sighing. [color=6ecff6]"He'll probably hate me for this, but since you're here you deserve to know, I think. Now, this happened a long time ago. Probably before any of us were born, but...the previous residents of this place were murdered. Every single one, as were anyone who were attending the ball that night."[/color] She paused, tangibly letting the words hang in the air for as she let the girls process them.

[color=6ecff6]"It's the anniversary of it, if I remember right, so If you saw a phantom, chances are it's someone from that night."[/color] for a brief instant, Christine's own smile faltered for a moment, thumbing over the feathery plumes on her mask unconsciously. [color=6ecff6]"Weeelll, chances of anything happening are low anyways. Actually...wait!"[/color] She hopped over to Maria, grabbing the mothwomans hands with an excited grin once again proving that she had no idea of the concept of 'personal space'. [color=6ecff6]"Hey hey, take me to where you saw 'em, yeah?"[/color]



[color=8882be][h3][center]~Arletta Dupain~[/center][/h3][/color]
[@PaulHaynek][@The Irish Tree] 
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Kyle's excitement had an infectious quality to it, especially if the eager Minotaur was anything to go by. It was making even her normally more serious demeanor disappear a bit. At least she hopefully would keep her head on. No need to have another incident like she had with Valarie. That'd be embarrassing, especially in front of Magnus.

[color=8882be]"Aha, we just ran into some Varjan war hounds. They were attacking a traveler on the road, and we couldn't just stand by and do nothing. The pelts are courtesy of them."[/color] She grinned with a light chuckle. [color=8882be]"It's fine though, I've been through worse in my ahem, rather not so short life, so don't worry too much about us."[/color] Still, where would she get feathers from? She wasn't a bird hunter. In fact, she was rather ill suited for that task. She hadn't touched a bow in a long time.

[color=8882be]"...uhm, Magnus?"[/color] The prostrating Minotaur bought her out of her thoughts. A prostrating Minotaur, that was something she hadn't seen before. [color=8882be]"Are you...alright?"[/color] She gave him a soft pat on the back of his head. [color=8882be]"I don't think she'll be too upset. I think she'd be happier to see you safe instead of having a hound injure you."[/color]