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[CENTER] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5609844]Character Sheet[/url] 
[hr][sub][color=7F00FF]MASQUERADE BALL [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZuG5YHZRKw][img]https://i.imgur.com/iWNUtYa.gif[/img][/url]
[color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] MÓR-RÍOGHAN'S ROOM[/color][/sub]
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The room was a modest one, themed with decorative butterflies and lined with lights called [i]fairy souls[/i] along the cornice. The room scarcely has strong lighting sources, save for the sunlight that spills from the fragmented stained glass window. Servants seldom enjoyed visiting during night hours, calling it a "necropolis", a bit of a running gag between them. Of course, the room's master is highly revered, but she was somewhat of an enigma to the common folk. Some say she has a spectral body. Others say she permanently lives in the other realm. Yet, she still has a personal room in this grand palace, an attestation of her divinity.

Morrígan stared at the clothes. Then at the maids, to the door. Back at the maids. Her violet eyes scanned the outfit. The ladies were looking at each other, [color=white]"There must be a mistake, Goddess. We can-"[/color]. Morrígan shook her head. Unexpected, yes. A warranted worry, no, perhaps. There simply wasn't a time to change it, and quite honestly, Morrígan was too lazy to care. In fact, there was a solution right in front of them, [color=7F00FF]"Cloak."[/color], she simply stated while presenting her black cloak already draped around her. Suddenly frantic at this suggestion, the maids protested against the dark goddess. 

[color=white]"Your Holy Majesty! You cannot cover up!"
"At least wear a hood!"
"The newly trained servants must behold your glory!"[/color] the three squabbled and fussed, fast pacing towards Morrígan, as if they knew she was about to walk out of the room in her normal outfit. The sparse light in the room hit Morrígan's face in a perfect way that you could make out a scowl. Unknowing and too focused, the maids remained bustling around to prepare her for the masquerade ball this evening. 

After a small [i]'huff'[/i], Morrígan gave in quickly. It wasn't worth the hassle, and quite honestly, Morrígan wasn't planning on staying too long. Her outfit didn't matter, much. She eyed it again. Who would be bold enough to play tricks on the death goddess? But the thought quickly disappeared, and while it was a small prank, it remained as that - a small, trifling mess up. Morrígan decided to not think too much about it. Instead, images of all the desserts at the ball floated in her mind. Chocolate treats, hard candy, custard pudding... A sudden tug around her waist snapped her back to reality, stealing the wind out of her chest, [color=7F00FF]"Ffaaaugh..."[/color].

[color=white]"That's not very ladylike."[/color], one maid murmured, pulling it tighter again.
[center][hr][sub][color=7F00FF][color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] BALLROOM[/color]
[color=white]MENTIONS:[/color] [@BunniesOfDoom][/sub]
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Morrígan stared at the massive double doors that separated her and the ungodly thing called socialisation. She stifled an inner groan as servants weaved around her. There was never a time to rest, which Morrígan sorely needed right now. She pressed her gloved fingers to the body of her mask - a delicate black lace mask that covered the upper half of the face. Her mouth was visible, Morrígan had to be cautious about her lip expressions. Her favourite, of course, was a scowl but none of the humans would take it lightly; least of all, her [i]dear followers[/i]. Morrígan mentally smacked her head against the large doors. 

With a passing "rather be at home" comment, Morrígan pushed the great doors, revealing herself and the outfit that a jester so kindly picked out. It was a pretty handsome fit, and Morrígan would have appreciated on anyone other than herself. The maids 'kindly' let her keep a large hood on her head, her face barely noticeable, besides her mouth. A silver man's corset - which, by the by, was sucking her soul of her body - paired with a white dress shirt and black suit pants. It was an odd combination one may say; these would end up pioneering modern dressing, but that's a tale for another time. Morrígan stood by the entrance, her gaze swept the room, not meeting a single eye.

A scent caught her attention. It was light enough for it to be far away, but deep enough that she could sense it from inside the palace. Of course [i]he's[/i] here, this was the God's Feast after all, though he had a different definition of "feasting". Morrígan began to drift in the opposite direction of the stench, away from the crowd of people. Stealing a longing glance at the food table, Morrígan attached herself to the furthest wall from other gods and goddesses.

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[CENTER][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5609844]Character Sheet[/url] 
[hr][sub][color=FFB7C5]MASQUERADE BALL [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWDv4g0RFos&list=PLMiE0lLmpd0ZsrcqwqSzhEm7e7ApeqsxP&index=41][img]https://i.imgur.com/iWNUtYa.gif[/img][/url]
[color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] NIAMH'S ROOM[/color][/sub]
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Nieve was full of energy, humming away, moreso than the maids attending to dressing. Her bright pastel room fit her personality, yet it was displaced by the mountain of documents by her desk and shiny odd-coloured baubles she brought with her. It was a pleasant contradiction to a certain someone's room, or rooms. Everyone's room was inferior to hers, except the Rebirth Goddess'. The thought put a smile on Nieve's face.

[color=white]"Your Holiness, I'm afraid there's a problem with your clothing."[/color], Nieve turned to face the maid, her smile turning into bewilderment. She pushed up from her seat, taking a closer look at the garments. [color=FFB7C5]"Oh, my. This is very interesting."[/color], she mused. [color=FFB7C5]"Who organises the outfits?"[/color], Nieve questioned the maid. The lady's face turned pale, [color=white]"T-the event coordinator, Goddess, but-"[/color], Nieve pressed a finger lightly to the maid's lips. [color=FFB7C5]"It's ok, I think it's amusing."[/color], she giggled, [color=FFB7C5]"I don't remember the last time a coordinator had the bal-, I mean grit to pull off something like this."[/color] Nieve did a once over the outfits hung before her. [color=FFB7C5]"Might need extra material though."[/color]
[center][hr][sub][color=FFB7C5][color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] BALLROOM[/color][/sub]
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Through her mask, Nieve watched the servants swerve around her with a little bow. Nieve didn't mind, it was always busy during the God's Feast. During her stroll down the halls, she noticed the decorations that haven't changed in a few decades. [color=FFB7C5]"How boring."[/color], Nieve pouted. She was hoping that there would be a [i]little[/i] bit of extra chaos during the ball, not that she was particularly worried that there isn't. There's always time to have fun, especially when every god and goddess are here.

Speaking of others, a little ways in front of her was one of the worst. Nieve was sick of seeing her cloak whenever death happens to a tidebind contractor. [i]"The souls belong to the opposite party!"[/i], so she thinks, but the Goddess of Souls always shakes her head. [color=7F00FF][i]"Souls are not for trade."[/i][/color], the banshee rebukes Nieve's arguments. Seeing that familiar frame put a damper on her mood. Nieve crossed her arms as she stared at Morrígan pushing the doors open. 

Nieve slipped in, past Morrígan and into the ballroom, full of bustling people. Nieve became aware of the glances at her bust. Indeed, her outfit was a little outlandish, she was wearing black wide-legged dress pants with a deep blue deep, open chest shirt. The seams, unfortunately, stopped just underneath her chest. The only saving grace was white ruffles hastily sewn into the neck. After all, she was the Goddess of [i]Purity[/i], not Scandalous. Nieve adjusted the simple white mask - a white lotus attached to a side, scanning the room for faces.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a particular shadhavar slinking out as he usually does during events. Donning a mischievous smile and a glint in her blossom eyes, Nieve made her way out to the garden as well.
[center][hr][sub][color=FFB7C5][color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] GARDEN[/color]
[color=white]MENTIONS:[/color] [@NekoKyu][/sub]
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[color=FFB7C5]"Roshi!"[/color], Nieve called out over the sound of his... his leafy tunes. [color=FFB7C5]"Finally happy for once?"[/color], she teased. Nieve placed herself on the fountain's edge, dipping her fingers into its refreshingly cool waters. [color=FFB7C5]"Take this!"[/color], Nieve gathered water on the tips of her fingers and recoiled her fingers to splash water droplets on Roshan's face.
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