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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Twilight -> Night [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Light Rain -> Moderate Rain [color=734e66]◈[/color][color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Ballroom Balcony -> Main Ball Room [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Participants:[/color] Arthur Everwood [@Jumbus] Lisa Goldheart [@Frettzo][/center]
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[color=A6E3FF]"I don't think the rain will let up any time soon."[/color]

[color=blanchedalmond]"Yeah?"[/color] Lisa shrugged, turning her head just enough to look at the source of the rustling and thumping that was now approaching from a corner of the balcony's ceiling.

Arthur gently descended into view from above the balcony's cover sporting a silver feathered mask resembling a smaller bird of prey. While the colour didn't match his hair, the shape did. The feathers seemlessly gave way to his naturally windswept style. Lisa's own mask was smooth and featureless for the most part, with the only real details being the two slits through which her golden eyes reflected the light of the lamps.

He finished the descent with one step on the balcony's railing and another on its floor like the end of an oversize, yet elegant, staircase. With a glance at the meagre shelter, he returned his line of sight back to Lisa before continuing. [color=A6E3FF]"And frankly, Miss Goldheart, I don't think the cover will do you good for much longer."[/color]

Arthur finished that sentence with a grin while making his way toward the doors inside. He knew Lisa had plenty of names she would want to be called more than 'Miss Goldheart'. But he liked to speak fancy on the occasion, knowing it would annoy her. Would it get him hit one day? Probably. But that day was not today... he gambled.

[color=blanchedalmond]"What makes you think that? The rickety and half-rotten wooden supports or maybe the thin fabric they built the tarp out of?"[/color] Lisa sighed, [color=blanchedalmond]"I'd rather get soaked out here than go back in there, you know how it is... Or maybe not. What with being a second year and everything, must be tough for you being surrounded by 14 year olds, huh Archie?"[/color]

Arthur chuckled at the question. [color=A6E3FF]"You got me there. When I do manage to show up, it can be a nightmare. But I have my own ways of getting by."[/color] Almost to further answer the question, he brought his flask out from his jacket pocket and took a final sip. While he didn't appear outwardly influenced by the drink, he had achieved the desired buzz.

He then returned the flask to his jacket pocket and continued to the doors. But stopped just before going inside, turning on a heel and leaning next to the doors instead. [color=A6E3FF]"It sounds like a bad time in there if you're willing to risk a cold."[/color] A wind flow picked up above Lisa's head to redirect any loose raindrops. [color=A6E3FF]"Should I be worried about what I'm going to see inside?"[/color] He joked lightheartedly.

[color=blanchedalmond]"You? Nah. I doubt girls are as insufferable as boys, you'll be fine... As long as you don't drink too much, that is."[/color] Lisa said while making a vague movement with her hands. [color=blanchedalmond]"I'll be heading back in soon to help keep things running smoothly, so try not to give me any more work to do."[/color]

[color=A6E3FF]"You're probably right on that account. I'll be on my best behaviour."[/color] Arthur gave a parting smile and mock salute before heading in the doors.

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