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My favorite roleplay genres are fantasy, romance, slice-of-life, or partners/duos. They're not hard lines though; if a plot is interesting enough I'll give any genre a shot. I am generally very easy going, or at least I hope so. I love animals, video games, and anime. Yes, I'm a nerd.

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Sure enough, Nieve was predictably amused by his predicament. Thank goodness his humiliation would only be temporary. He shuddered to imagine the scene being immortalized in portrait form and paraded around for others to see. At least in this way his only witness was Nieve, although he would much prefer she not always see his clumsy flubs.

Roshan could only let out a huff of resignation when she called out his ‘deer for legs’. At this point he had practically earned it, so there wasn’t really much arguing he could do. "Physically, I’m fine," he answered as his comrade’s petite form helped him rise up from the waters, "but my pride…" Bruised and sopping, surely. Not too different from their first meeting really. Perhaps one day he would manage to improve her initial impression of him and turn such memories into ancient history.

"Also you look very pretty."
"Uhhhh…. Thank you? Uh, so do you?" Roshan hesitantly responded, his brow raised in confusion. While he was a bit used to Nieve’s teasing, he couldn’t quite connect what she was implying just yet.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd believe you were beautiful sister version of you."
"Wait— What? What do you mean?” He began to grumble as he now followed the woman’s pink-eyed gaze to inspect his own outfit as well. The fabric was weighed down a bit from the water, but being made of black lace made it at least somewhat resistant. "It’s a little more fancy, sure, but aren’t these things always fancy?"

Nieve thankfully didn’t inquire further about his absence from the ballroom, but she did bring up a topic that was just as cumbersome: Chosen Ones. Unlike her, Roshan wasn’t particularly fond of human company. He found them distrustful and cruel, although at least on this land that cruelty was mostly directed at each other. He didn’t enjoy the lengths humans would go to just to get a Gods’ attention either. Being around them made his soul itch, he couldn’t imagine willfully choosing to have a human always around at his beck and call. However, he wasn’t about to rain on her parade.

"No, I don’t think I will. You have fun with that though," he answered as gently as he could while he stood back with his arms crossed, curiously watching the selkie with her flowers. He felt a prick of conscience as her eyes flickered toward the cobblestone path. Ah, he was holding her back, wasn’t he?

"Mmm, done! To complete your outfit," Nieve had declared, a crown woven of flowers held in her hands. Roshan chortled softly as he bent over obediently to accept her offering. He personally felt it would’ve looked better on her, but he quickly realized he should’ve known that it was never intended for herself.

"Also you're freakishly tall, any ordinary person would notice you."
"This height is normal for my kind though," he informed in earnest. Even in his memories, he could still recall the towering figures of his parents and grandparent. "Ah, does that mean you’re ordinary?" Roshan asked curiously, only for his face to quickly become painted in flustered nervousness. "Height, I mean! Ordinary height!" he added in a small panic.

During their time together, Roshan once again noticed her attention drawn back towards the palace. She must really want to go back, he thought guiltily. He took in a deep breath, then offered out a hand to Nieve. "Would you like me to escort you back?"

@Lunari

Ever a punctual being, it wasn’t long before Antero burst forth into the ballroom with a spectacular flourish. Aeliana had to smother a snort, not because it wasn’t a spectacular sight, but because he always made such a fuss about being worshiped and revered. It wouldn’t do to laugh so openly in front of the humans though. Besides, it wouldn’t do to scare off her entertainment when he was so kind as to save her the trouble by approaching her first.

"Antero, dear, I fear I must inform you that I am not the cause for chaos this time. At least, not for tonight," Aelia replied with a beaming grin. She glanced over the amalgamation of hovering shapes that was her friend. Sure enough, he had forgone tonight’s dress code, as he typically did. However, that was precisely why she had grabbed one of the paper cones in the dressing room earlier. Pleased with herself for her anticipation, she leapt to Antero’s side.

"Oh no, it seems you missed tonight’s memo. The humans worked sooo hard on this masquerade, I would just hate to see their efforts fall short. But don’t worry Antero, I’ve got you covered," Aeliana feigned concern with a gleeful purr. She took the paper cone, which was playfully striped with different colors and decorated with shiny tinsel, and affixed it to Antero’s head… err, orb. "There!" she remarked delightedly at the party hat. Just when did humans create such a silly little accessory?

"Perhaps I can buy my fellow guests time then from your distractions. I am not unfamiliar with noble sacrifice, of course. To what foolishness have you gotten up to since our last meeting, oh daughter of the sun?"

"Oh, you know me. I’ve just been travelling around. I visited some old haunting spots. The plains to the west now have a grand city. Humans ever continue to expand," she mused seemingly absentmindedly. To any unaware eavesdroppers, the conversation probably seemed normal and fitting for gods. To those aware though, that new ‘grand city’ sat atop a long forgotten battle sight. The loss of such history may be purposefully orchestrated, but one couldn’t deny the melancholy it often brought. Time inevitably moves forward.

"What of you, O’ Soothsayer?" Aelia returned the question in kind. Just as the words left her lips, she felt an electric silence rip through the ballroom. Her vibrant blue eyes turned to see what caused the commotion; Getsuy… Of course.

Coated in blood, her thoughts turned quickly to the human greeter, but quickly recognized that Getsuy’s ‘makeup’ was at the very least not human. Although a relief, it was also a surprise. He wasn’t typically one to turn up an easy meal. It must be another bout of humanity peeking through. If it continued to grow as such, would he one day regret or despair?

To add one surprise onto another, Getsuy himself chose to join their table. Although unexpected, Aeliana quickly moved to casually place the Wendigo inbetween her and Antero, seemingly inviting him into their group. In all honest, it was actually in the hopes that Antero could help share responsibility in trying to reign in the newly arrived harbinger of chaos.

”Hello Getsuy! Have you tried the cucumber sandwiches yet?” As she spoke, Aelia grabbed a tray and swiftly plopped it before him. She motioned to the passing servants to keep the trays coming, while she herself would act as conduit for the time being. In this way, she planned to stack trays upon trays on him. It was doubtful it would fill his appetite, but maybe a balancing act might keep him distracted.

@AvaP@BunniesOfDoom

Roshan continued on with his impromptu concert, his surprising skill at the leaf whistle drawing in a few curious squirrels and birds. His thoughts were successfully focused on the quick switches between notes, that he didn’t immediately notice a new member had joined his audience.

"Roshi!" A playful voice called out to him. Roshan tried not to immediately smile at the sound of Nieve’s teasing.

"Ha, guess I was kind of obvious," he replied with a small, nervous laugh. Sometimes he questioned why he even bothered coming to these festivals in the first place if he was going to spend his energy on avoiding the human servants. For a near-hermit such as himself though, it was a good way to gather information and to see those he cared about.

He turned to meet her gaze, but felt his brain sputter for a split second as he finally took notice of her outfit. It wasn’t the pants that surprised him, but the exposed stomach. Technically, selkies probably usually wore even less when at sea, but it was a sight he wasn’t expecting of her human appearance. He quickly recomposed himself, or at least he tried to, but in that same split second he was taken aback as Nieve splashed him.

As the water obscured his vision for the other half of that split second, Roshan misstepped on the edge of his skirt, throwing off his balance as he fell backwards into the fountain. Great. Here he was showing Nieve his wet appearance again. Was this just to be his fate for the rest of time?

"I, uhh… I thought I was past my swimming days," he joked weakly. The wet strands of hair that fell across his face were cold against his burning skin, flush with embarrassment. Roshan best prepare himself now, as he got the feeling he was never gonna live this down.

@Lunari


It was finally time.

Months of preparation and planning were culminating together for this moment. The human servants had all worked together to achieve tonight’s glorious spectacle. Although the training was long, the palace was officially ready to welcome back its divine guests at long last.

And at the very top steps of that palace stood a young man with bright red hair, waiting to greet the Gods as they entered.

His gloved hands were folded calmly over each other, but the pit of his stomach simmered with a biting excitement. Like the other servants, he too had spent months training and preparing. When everyone else had become satisfied with their work and went to bed the night before, he alone had insisted on staying up just a bit longer to ensure everything was perfect. “I’ll handle the final touches,” he had reassured them.

Yes, Amaris was a reliable young man. He had earned a position among the supervisors, after all. It should be fine to trust him with overseeing the last checks…

With an easy swiftness, he wiped away a bead of sweat that threatened to roll underneath the collar of his cravat. For at least another day, he still needed to keep his skin hidden. And after all the time he had already kept himself covered, just one more night should be nothing. A perfect appearance, for at least one more night.

Then he noticed the heat that continued to build up above him. Amaris turned his head upward, and met the sight of a magnificently burning avian creature. It was a flurry of orange flames that descended upon him, with a few flickers of vibrant greens and bright violets. However, before the bird reached the floor, the blaze seemed to swirl and condense together into the shape of a young woman with bouncy orange curls and terrifyingly quiet blue eyes. Amaris’ voice caught in his throat for a moment as he was overcome with a sense of reverence. He almost considered abandoning his carefully laid out plans, but his devout heart quickly weakened with the questioning thoughts that had taken root in his mind.

“Praise to Aeliana Elidi Helia Ormalis Rite. We welcome the Sun and Rebirth to tonight’s banquet,” Amaris greeted with a respectful bow. Thankfully, correcting himself was easy to do after all the practicing he had done. The fact that his “practice” was part of his reliable act though… that was neither here nor there.

“We have prepared a masquerade for your enjoyment. May I lead you to the dressing rooms?” Amaris offered out an elbow as he opened the front door for the Goddess of the Sun. To his surprise, she took it.

“I suppose,” she answered dully as she draped her hand loosely on his arm. Despite the initial shock, Amaris’ expression managed to stay calm and composed. He briefly led her inside and to the dressing room close by.

“There is a collection of masks available inside as well. We hope the night satisfies your expectations,” Amaris gave his farewell with a small bow. Once the figure of the Goddess disappeared beyond the door, he righted himself back up to reveal a self satisfied smirk. In a flash, it vanished.

He had worked late into the night, after all had fallen asleep of course, replacing all the available garments inside. And now it was finally time for all his labour to bear fruit. Although he wished he could see the Gods’ initial reaction to his… outfit choices, he still had work to do.

With a quick brush to ensure his suit was still pristine, Amaris returned to his post outside the palace entrance, poised and ready to greet another God that came in through his way.






The fiery woman yawned as she followed alongside the young man. He led her through the palace entrance and down a short way through the familiar halls. Her bored blue eyes glanced at the same old walls, with the same decorations as last celebrations. Yet another year of the same routine, starting with the same masquerade theme as always. Even though this was technically supposed to be in honor of the ‘Gods’, to Aeliana it felt more like they were the ones putting on a show for the humans.

Pretend to enjoy it. Expect it. Want it. Pick something to make the humans believe that this festival needs to be continued. But honestly? Most of the novelty had worn off long ago for Aelia. So why did she still bother coming? Uhh…… Sorry, what was the question?

She left her human guide and entered the dressing room, expecting to be greeted with a room of glamorous gowns and jewelry. All new, all exquisite and rich. And all monotonously still fitting into the same aura as last year’s.

With an unobservant sigh, Aelia grabbed at the first white garment nearest her. But when she pulled it out to expect it more closely, a grin soon spread across her red lips. “Ohhh," she lifted a brow with interest, “now this should be entertaining.”

Her spirit now a bit more refreshed, she ran her gaze over the remaining rows of clothes. Instead of flowing dresses fit for glowing Goddess, the room was bursting with sleek and stylish suits and blazers.

Aeliana excitedly donned her chosen apparel. Her white vest was adorned with gold buttons and a sweeping long cape. The vest was a stark contrast against the black button up dress shirt she chose to wear underneath. She opted to pair the outfit with a gold and turquoise bolo tie. She found herself marveling over how well the suit tailored to her despite it being measured freely. She certainly had to admit, the humans really did do an amazing job on researching the sizes for the gods.

“Perhaps I should add you to my rotation,” Aelia cooed in approval at her reflection. This may very well be the year the Sun Goddess started wearing pants. From the selection of masks, she picked an appropriately golden one with feather etchings and three pairs of wings sculpted along both temples. It still left the lower half of her face exposed, but surely no one truly expected such coverings to hide the identities of any of the gods attending tonight.

With one last satisfied inspection, Aelia grabbed a colorful paper cone on a string and strode out towards the ballroom. Before the great doors stood a familiar face, although it was partially covered by a mask that almost looked to be made out of a large leaf. Or rather, she noticed his tall back first, which was practically exposed by a thin floral lace covering. It was almost scandalous to witness, if only the wearer would show at least some embarrassment over it.

“Ro Ro!” Aeliana called excitedly to the Shadhavar. She clung to his arm with an exceptionally wide grin, her normally quiet eyes sparkling with hints of excitement. “Would you like to enter together?” The offer was more for his sake than her own, but her playful acting would be sure to fool any unknowing onlookers.

Roshan gave a low grunt, which she took as his acceptance. They pushed the double doors of the ballroom open, and Aelia naturally led the young Shadhavar over to an open table. It was a bit further from the circling of tray-holding servants and close to an exit that led to the garden. Satisfied with her own service, Aelia’s blue eyes began searching the room for some new entertainment.





A low growl escaped Roshan’s throat. He stared at the large double doors with an intense gaze. His brows were furrowed heavily, jaw clenched tight. To the eyes of any passerby’s, he looked… displeased. Frustrated and angry, even. Maybe he was waiting to be announced? For a servant to open the doors for him? They were Gods, after all. Such praise and devotion was probably the bare minimum of expectations.

But what Roshan really wanted was to leave. Run back to the forest, deeply hidden and far away from civilization. He could already sense the large number of humans on the other side of the door, and it made his skin crawl with an intense itch.

He
Did
Not
Want
To be here.

He had pushed his way past the red haired servant at the entrance. Success. He had adorned a formal wear and mask that the humans had prepared. Success. But now that he found himself at the doors to the ballroom, forced to pretend to be a God for the humans? His feet had frozen themselves into place. It wasn’t until he heard the cheerful voice of a familiar phoenix behind him that he finally moved.

Relief instantly swept through his tall frame, although his face didn’t once portray such emotions. He allowed Aeliana to grab his arm and followed her obediently into the grand hall. He ignored the surprised gazes of the humans staring at them as they entered, mistakenly believing it to be their awe at witnessing the arrival of their deities. Rather, their true surprise was at the pair's outfits. Not only was Aelia wearing a suit typically expected of males, but Roshan was equally as shocking in an black gown crafted of lace. His sleeves were long, but decorated in floral patterns. His back was nearly bare, with a thin layer of fabric held together by a row of black pearls that traveled perfectly up his spine. Roshan, who preferred robes anyway, was actually a bit surprised and pleased at his outfit choice. He mistakenly believed the humans had provided him with a formal robe more akin with his taste. It didn’t even occur to him that his garments were within the social norm.

Thankfully, Roshan did not have to endure such curious stares for much longer. As luck would have it, Aeliana had led him over to a table near the exit to the garden. He gave a small cough and jerk of his head to announce his departure, then quickly slipped out the door.

The Shadhavar followed the cobblestone path towards a fountain surrounded by carefully tended flowers. The sun was still up and keeping the sky alight, with birds chirping cheerfully in the distance. Aside from the small animals scurrying about, this part of the garden appeared to be empty.

Perfect. Just the way Roshan liked it. He took a relaxed seat beside the fountain, slouched comfortably with one leg bent alongside him. He wasn't fully at ease, but at least now that he was outdoors, he was a bit closer to it. Anxious for something to occupy his frantic thoughts, he picked up a wayward leaf and pressed it against his lips. The pitch it produced was jaunty and lively, a surprising sound for such an ordinary leaf.


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