Oliver sighed a little as he looked down at the small protection mark that was on his wrist slightly covered by both the sleeve of his dark blue suit and black under shirt. The mark hadn’t really been his choice as much as the leader of his and the other groups. Both a stipulation of going with his “crazy” plan, and a way to keep the track of the humans. A message that had been sent out to the humans on the guest list, along with a temporary version of the mark. Claiming they had been given the special chance to win a prize after the party. With the rule they weren’t to tell the other party guests. Intel had told them the other races that couldn’t tell through smell had systems in place.
Still it didn’t make him feel it was an less ridiculous. Oliver shook his head a little bit as he looked down at the silver, black, and blue mask, maybe that was the best thing about having a mask. If it looked as stupid as he thought, not everyone could tell who he was. Tying the mask on, he strapped his gun to his ankle before getting the rest of the way dressed and heading to the mansion. A few other hunters slowly started to catch and soon there was a small group walking with him. “So Oliver, since you’re in charge of this whole idea. What is our escape with our fellow humans if shit goes south?” The blonde huntress ask who took her place keeping pace with him.
Oliver looked at her and smiled. “Didn’t realize you were going to join us Cammie.” Only to get a small nod in return.
“Only for the night, I’m wanting to see how well this plan of peace goes seeing that there are going to be witches there.” She said making a disgusted look on her face as she said the word witches. “Have to head North in the morning though. Anyway the plan?”
Oliver nodded a bit not even bothering to to ask why she and her group where heading North, it would just get him a dirty look. “If shit hits the fan, we have the marks so that we can gather the humans quickly and protect them as a group. If we are attacked we fight back.” He sighed slightly. “If not, then let the other races protect themselves. It’s not our job.”
“And if all the humans die because of your beyond stupid plan doesn’t work?” The annoyed voice came from the raven haired woman behind him.
Oliver rolled his eyes as he looked straight again. “Then you can fucking shot me Helen. Better?”
“Oh, my apologies. I didn’t realize your name was Cammie too.” Camilla shot out as she looked back at Helen, who opened her mouth to answer before being cut off. “Oh it isn’t? Then bud out of our conversion, cause that’s rude yeah. That’s sweetie.”
The group started laughing quietly as Helen closed her mouth, and though it was quiet, it drew some attention to the small group and Oliver sighed. “We’ll talk about this more at the party, we’re drawing too much attention.” He said and got a small nod from the others. Slowly the group started to separate as they got to the mansion.
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“I don’t know how you could manage to do your hair so well by yourself. It’s so pretty.” The redhead said to Tabitha as she looked in the mirror. Her long black hair in a elegant braided ponytail, purple flowers waved through in certain spots. The flowers the same color of her black and purple dress.
Tabby smiled slightly as she continued working on the red heads hair. “Why thank you, t’is something you learn when you dislike most people messing with your hair.”
Ember nodded a bit still smiling a bit. “I’ll have to teach me some time. When my arm isn’t broken.” She said, getting a hum of agreement from Tabby. “I really appreciate your help because of my arm, hopefully I will be able to find someone to still dance with me.”
“T’is no problem, after all you helped me so much today. And if you can’t doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the party.”
Ember nodded. “You you plan on dancing tonight?”
“I do, will a very tall friend of mine.”
“Is that why you’re wearing stilettos?” Ember asked with a chuckle before looking back as her hair was pulled roughly. “Ouch!”
“Oh sorry darling, tangle. And yes.” Tabby said before letting go of the girls hair. Which the girl thanked her again she nodded, and once the girl left the room Tabby wrapped the strand of hair she had pulled out around a small ring in her desk muttering a spell. Slipping the ring in her bra she straightened up her hair up a little bit before slighting and taking up her butterfly mask, which went from black to a light purple, and tying it on before heading downstairs. Once she was downstairs she was tasked with helping set up the food and drinks. Like a servant. Until they had to clear out of the main ballroom so that Selma and Shayne could set the protection spells. And they could finish decorating the rest of the bottom floor. Her eyes lingering for a few moments to watch where the spells were being placed.
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Shortly after the word had been sent that the protection spells had been placed on the mansion floors Kiara made her way down to talk to Elder Selma, that was she believed her name was after all. Witches really had so many elders it was hard to remember which one was in change. As she made her way down the steps she feel the stares she was receiving. After all it wasn’t hard when it wasn’t suddenly so quiet that her older yet still beautiful dress was making sound as she made her way down the stairs. Truthfully though, it wasn’t something she was unused to, and it didn’t bother her any. Though even she could feel the tenseness of the red head walking behind her. Glancing back to see the uncomfortable look on her face. “Are you alright dear?” She questioned, only getting a tense nod in return.
Once they were in the still mostly empty ballroom though she could feel the angel relax slightly and smiled at the elder and other witch she didn’t know as they walked towards them. “Elder Selma. I really must thank you and your coven for how wonder my mansion looks. I apologize that I couldn’t be more help. Gathering people is quite tiring.” She said with a small chuckle before her pale blue eyes looked at Shay. The cooper and gold mask made to take the most attention. Her hair in a neat bun, other than the two strands of white hair the hung down in contrast to the brown.
When Selma introduced her as Shayne, Kiara smiled, giving a small curtsy before offering a hand. “A pleasure Shayne, I’m Kiara Marcia. I hope you have enjoyed your stay at my home. This is Dawn Hassinger, our angel guest of honor.” She said, and when there was no response she glanced back to see the red head frowning as she pulled at the one long sleeve of her dress. Her hair in a simple ponytail, her mask her and black to match the dress, with red beads hanging down from it. “I apologize, she’s more the fighter than the fancy dresser.” She said before clearing her throat, and hearing Dawn mutter in Scottish. Sighing she turned and pushing Dawn’s hand away, before adjusting the sleeve. “You’re going to rip it and being rude.” Kiara said her tone going a touch whiny.
Dawn sighed softly, before looking at the two witches. “Sorry, it’s nice to meet you, I’m just not used to dresses.” She said, offering her hand. Her voice a bit rough but still kind, a slight Scottish accent peeking through. “This place looks very nice."
Still it didn’t make him feel it was an less ridiculous. Oliver shook his head a little bit as he looked down at the silver, black, and blue mask, maybe that was the best thing about having a mask. If it looked as stupid as he thought, not everyone could tell who he was. Tying the mask on, he strapped his gun to his ankle before getting the rest of the way dressed and heading to the mansion. A few other hunters slowly started to catch and soon there was a small group walking with him. “So Oliver, since you’re in charge of this whole idea. What is our escape with our fellow humans if shit goes south?” The blonde huntress ask who took her place keeping pace with him.
Oliver looked at her and smiled. “Didn’t realize you were going to join us Cammie.” Only to get a small nod in return.
“Only for the night, I’m wanting to see how well this plan of peace goes seeing that there are going to be witches there.” She said making a disgusted look on her face as she said the word witches. “Have to head North in the morning though. Anyway the plan?”
Oliver nodded a bit not even bothering to to ask why she and her group where heading North, it would just get him a dirty look. “If shit hits the fan, we have the marks so that we can gather the humans quickly and protect them as a group. If we are attacked we fight back.” He sighed slightly. “If not, then let the other races protect themselves. It’s not our job.”
“And if all the humans die because of your beyond stupid plan doesn’t work?” The annoyed voice came from the raven haired woman behind him.
Oliver rolled his eyes as he looked straight again. “Then you can fucking shot me Helen. Better?”
“Oh, my apologies. I didn’t realize your name was Cammie too.” Camilla shot out as she looked back at Helen, who opened her mouth to answer before being cut off. “Oh it isn’t? Then bud out of our conversion, cause that’s rude yeah. That’s sweetie.”
The group started laughing quietly as Helen closed her mouth, and though it was quiet, it drew some attention to the small group and Oliver sighed. “We’ll talk about this more at the party, we’re drawing too much attention.” He said and got a small nod from the others. Slowly the group started to separate as they got to the mansion.
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“I don’t know how you could manage to do your hair so well by yourself. It’s so pretty.” The redhead said to Tabitha as she looked in the mirror. Her long black hair in a elegant braided ponytail, purple flowers waved through in certain spots. The flowers the same color of her black and purple dress.
Tabby smiled slightly as she continued working on the red heads hair. “Why thank you, t’is something you learn when you dislike most people messing with your hair.”
Ember nodded a bit still smiling a bit. “I’ll have to teach me some time. When my arm isn’t broken.” She said, getting a hum of agreement from Tabby. “I really appreciate your help because of my arm, hopefully I will be able to find someone to still dance with me.”
“T’is no problem, after all you helped me so much today. And if you can’t doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the party.”
Ember nodded. “You you plan on dancing tonight?”
“I do, will a very tall friend of mine.”
“Is that why you’re wearing stilettos?” Ember asked with a chuckle before looking back as her hair was pulled roughly. “Ouch!”
“Oh sorry darling, tangle. And yes.” Tabby said before letting go of the girls hair. Which the girl thanked her again she nodded, and once the girl left the room Tabby wrapped the strand of hair she had pulled out around a small ring in her desk muttering a spell. Slipping the ring in her bra she straightened up her hair up a little bit before slighting and taking up her butterfly mask, which went from black to a light purple, and tying it on before heading downstairs. Once she was downstairs she was tasked with helping set up the food and drinks. Like a servant. Until they had to clear out of the main ballroom so that Selma and Shayne could set the protection spells. And they could finish decorating the rest of the bottom floor. Her eyes lingering for a few moments to watch where the spells were being placed.
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Shortly after the word had been sent that the protection spells had been placed on the mansion floors Kiara made her way down to talk to Elder Selma, that was she believed her name was after all. Witches really had so many elders it was hard to remember which one was in change. As she made her way down the steps she feel the stares she was receiving. After all it wasn’t hard when it wasn’t suddenly so quiet that her older yet still beautiful dress was making sound as she made her way down the stairs. Truthfully though, it wasn’t something she was unused to, and it didn’t bother her any. Though even she could feel the tenseness of the red head walking behind her. Glancing back to see the uncomfortable look on her face. “Are you alright dear?” She questioned, only getting a tense nod in return.
Once they were in the still mostly empty ballroom though she could feel the angel relax slightly and smiled at the elder and other witch she didn’t know as they walked towards them. “Elder Selma. I really must thank you and your coven for how wonder my mansion looks. I apologize that I couldn’t be more help. Gathering people is quite tiring.” She said with a small chuckle before her pale blue eyes looked at Shay. The cooper and gold mask made to take the most attention. Her hair in a neat bun, other than the two strands of white hair the hung down in contrast to the brown.
When Selma introduced her as Shayne, Kiara smiled, giving a small curtsy before offering a hand. “A pleasure Shayne, I’m Kiara Marcia. I hope you have enjoyed your stay at my home. This is Dawn Hassinger, our angel guest of honor.” She said, and when there was no response she glanced back to see the red head frowning as she pulled at the one long sleeve of her dress. Her hair in a simple ponytail, her mask her and black to match the dress, with red beads hanging down from it. “I apologize, she’s more the fighter than the fancy dresser.” She said before clearing her throat, and hearing Dawn mutter in Scottish. Sighing she turned and pushing Dawn’s hand away, before adjusting the sleeve. “You’re going to rip it and being rude.” Kiara said her tone going a touch whiny.
Dawn sighed softly, before looking at the two witches. “Sorry, it’s nice to meet you, I’m just not used to dresses.” She said, offering her hand. Her voice a bit rough but still kind, a slight Scottish accent peeking through. “This place looks very nice."