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[hr][sub][color=FFB7C5]MASQUERADE BALL
[color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] GARDEN[/color]
[color=white]MENTIONS:[/color] [@NekoKyu][/sub]
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Being around Roshan felt like a fresh bloom of flowers, the smell of spring and newborn animals - comforting and calming, a tea of chamomile. But seeing his flustered face was much, much more relaxing - it was a type of art therapy, and if it were feasible, a novel titled [i]'How to Bother a Shadhaver'[/i], authored by Niamh Croía Mortimer. 

In equal measures of her one-sided teasing, Nieve also wished him the best in secret. A slight pout Roshan, but shut lips. She couldn't tell him that it was bad to be alone... but she wasn't interested in taking one either. [color=848B79]"Would you like me to escort you back?"[/color] Nieve stared at Roshan's outstretched hand. [color=FFB7C5]"Oh, I just think you need a little bit of... socialising! Yes, socialising![/color] Nieve declared cheerfully, but still took his hand anyway. [color=FFB7C5]"So where to, my tall friend?"[/color] 

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[CENTER][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5609844]Character Sheet[/url] 
[hr][sub][color=7F00FF]MASQUERADE BALL
[color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] BALLROOM[/color]
[color=white]MENTIONS:[/color] [@The Savant][/sub]
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Morrígan felt her mind clear, the breath caught in her throat became easier to swallow. Getsuy had finally left the ballroom. To where? Morrígan feared the answer. In partial hope, a human won't be in his way. She was morbidly curious about Getsuy's attention, but she decided to leave it to fate.

At last, she could give full attention to the human who wasn't unnerved by her. In fact, he asked a curious question. Morrígan smiled a little. [color=7F00FF]"Many times."[/color], she answered his first question. It wasn't a lie, she has been to the God's Feast many times. Many times invited, many times attended, many times hidden in her rooms. This year was on a whim, as most things she does are. 

Morrígan was slightly impressed by the knight's perceptiveness. [color=7F00FF]"Curiousity. Harmless."[/color], she stated matter-of-factly. The notion of death doesn't scare her. Pain, sure. But a sword like a toothpick in front of her. A mere toy, a relic from the war long past. Humans were funny and interesting creatures in her eyes; no matter how long, there will always be an element of violence present in every era. [color=7F00FF]"I hope you find what you seek here."[/color] And with that cryptid message, Morrígan detached herself from the wall, exiting the ballroom.
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