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[Color=mediumpurple]Time:[/color] Late Afternoon
[Color=mediumpurple]Location:[/color] Roshmi Grand Hall
[Color=mediumpurple]Interaction:[/color] [@13org] Myra, [@Dezuel] Baraian, and [@Tae] Azriel[/center]

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A many-sided war was waged at the banquet tables as gluttonous opponents gathered to fill their stomachs. Despite the class that many tried to uphold, he found many stuffed faces, which only helped hype up how delicious the food had to be. And despite posing as a demon, Darius couldn’t keep the bright smile on his face every time he heard Myra’s voice. He managed to squeeze in between a few guests so he could get a few portions of different foods before all the good stuff was taken. A lot of it was different than what Zorrah prepared back on Daka. There was a larger variety of seafood and different types of vegetables. There was also the wine, champagne, and mead at the table. His eyes lit up at the alcoholic beverages but something kept him from grabbing a glass. Would it be responsible for him to start drinking when he had a job to do? One wouldn't hurt, right? Just one glass… Maybe two.

Before he could indulge in food and drink, however, Myra suddenly let go of his hand while trailing after one of her papers that was oddly fluttering away from her. [Color=mediumpurple]“What the?”[/color] Darius uttered before following after her, and then...


[color=bc8dbf][center]"Let the dances begin! Follow the magic!" A voice bellowed through the ballroom.[/center][/color]

[Color=mediumpurple]"Right now?"[/color] He was a bit caught off guard by the announcement and figured that the man Myra’s paper flew towards was her first dance partner. He wore a similar mask to Vaeril in that it was a golden skull. He sized up the stranger before nodding with a smirk. [Color=mediumpurple]“Myra, it’s time to dance. Remember what Airdan showed us. How to dance like an elf? The fancy dance! He seems like he’s okay, but if he gives you trouble, you can bite and scratch him as much as you want.”[/color] His smirk turned devilish as he looked at Baraian and winked. Darius didn’t want Myra in any danger, but he also knew she could readily defend herself. [Color=mediumpurple]“Have a good time you two!”[/color] He then playfully poked Myra’s side. [color=mediumpurple]“We’ll eat after the fancy dances are done. I promise.”[/color]

Darius then reached towards his pocket, but one of his papers had already flown up towards his face with the number "3" showing. He carefully grabbed it with his thumb and index finger, curious as to what would happen next. That’s when things got pretty bizarre, yet captivating at the same time. Everything around the paper seemed to darken and blur as he felt it tug his hold as if guiding him across the ballroom floor. He followed it step by step as it became the center of his focus. As if only [i]it[/i] mattered at that moment. He silently stepped through the crowd of guests before he noticed the tugging had stopped. His paper and another's made contact, collapsed, and then folded into each other, forming a star-like shape that slowly rotated and elevated upwards.

Looking past the star, Darius' crimson eyes met a partially masked familiar face. He didn't believe he could forget a smirk like that. It wasn't the kind of smile that was made from being lighthearted or giddy. It was more like excitement or perhaps it was pleasure… but from what?

[Color=mediumpurple]"Azriel."[/color] He said softly as if confirming her identity. Darius stared for a moment as he admired her appearance. The deep hues of red went so well with the black. And that partial mask completed by the application of her own matching makeup possibly made her outfit one of his favorites so far. How could a beauty accompany such a terrifying creature like Umber? His open-mindedness allowed him to push on and not worry so much about his first time seeing her at the castle. This was the first dance at the ball after all. The fun part. The easy part. [Color=mediumpurple]"I must be lucky..."[/color] Darius attempted a forward bow which wasn't all that graceful. He brought the wrong foot forward and quickly retracted it and corrected himself. [Color=mediumpurple][i]Shit. Airdan, I [b]will[/b] fix this![/i][/color] He then gracefully transitioned to the ceremonial bow which was a surprise to even himself before looking up at Azriel and smirking. [Color=mediumpurple]"...I get to dance with an angel."[/color] Darius said as he stood upright and held his hand out for Azriel to take.