[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CC99FF]Dorian Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b2486-98b4-748f-a003-e6c807ce5a9c.webp[/img]
[hr][b][color=CC99FF]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival 
[b][color=CC99FF]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Anti-telepathy Sword, Percy sex bracelet, KG bracelet (whaaaat? Where'd that come from. Weird)
[b][color=CC99FF]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0b09-b33d-760f-b73f-04d02892546a.webp]Teal Long Sleeve Shirt, Lightwash Jeans, Black Bandana around his neck, and the Excelsior Jacket[/url] [hr][/center]

There were a few things running through Dorian's mind at the moment. He wondered how someone so close to Percy was also so violent towards him? How someone who shared a roof with you could suddenly turn and hurt you with intention. He couldn't imagine someone he spent his life with hurting him like that, attacking him on purpose. It would be like if April attacked with malice, or Danni…it was unimaginable. They were the terrific trio. Dorian turned his phone towards Percy, showing him the chat log that was continuing to grow between Millie, Danni, and him. [Color=CC99FF]”Uh Duh. I need mon cœur at my side while I battle a maniacal Ice Princess from a land of light. C'mon. Lets go see what Millie ‘as found for us t'is time.”[/color]

Dorian took Percy's hand into his, a similar ginger motion to that of a man softly taking a woman's hand in a period drama to kiss. He let his powers envelop the pair, lifting them up into the air and flying over the carnival as he searched for the Mystic tent that had been placed out of order all festival. He saw Danni and April with Millie down below, and a strange short haired…well it was hard to say from so far away. He landed down near the group, standing off to Millie's side as the girl asked her questions. [Color=CC99FF]”What seems to be t'e problem? Also what broke? You two look fine.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=585c74]Chase Bernard[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b32f5-6b73-755a-9846-0b44e2adfbc7.webp[/img]
[hr][b][color=585c74]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival 
[b][color=585c74]Magic Items:[/color][/b]
[b][color=585c74]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0722-93d7-708f-becb-dd066b6750e9.webp]Flannel, Jeans, and Vans[/url] [hr][/center]

Chase smiled, one hand taking the camping mug while the other held the spot where Ben had kissed him. He felt the warmth reach his cheeks (figuratively given his usual status). Wrapping his arm around Ben with his free hand before taking a sip of his tea. He was still getting a bit used to it all, to friends again, to tea, to a new life, to having survived but knowing not all of him did. That a piece of him died back there in the labs and that the curly haired bitch was partially to blame. But he shoved it all aside, kissed Ben atop his head once more, and poured the rest of his tea into the thermos and capped it, placing the mug lip atop with a satisfying click. 

[Color=585c74]”Finish up Benny Boi. We've got a Festival to explore and some ice to skate. Besides, apparently an A list celeb is here and going to perform or something. Not your usual type of music but I'm sure we can still sneak in a dance or two.”[/color] Chase grabbed the tea out of Ben's hands, placing on the desk nearby as he took his hands in his and began to dance with him a little before giving him a kiss. A dark portal opened up behind them as Chase smirked and pulled them both through. His intention had been to take them outside the ice rink to grab some skates and start a cute date while Danni did whatever he was doing now. But the nearest shadow loomed [i]into[/i] the skate rink and as soon as Chase's old shoes hit the ice, his feet began to slip. They quickly skidaddled in place, almost landing him into a split before he used the shadows to craft ice skates for Ben and himself. [Color=585c74]”Can't help but fall when I'm near you.”[/color] Chase winked.