Take some asprin and a hot shower. Possibly some coffee for that hangover. Or dont be such a lightweight. Either or.
I appriciate the heads up. Ill look foward to your post tomorrow.
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Harold walked into the main room and did his best to blend in. As he walked through the crowd he began to get many odd stares. He began to sweat nervously as he waited to get called out. To his surprise a few people came up to him and shook his hand. "Such a wonderfully droll costume." Said a few people. "I should have come dressed as the lower class. Brilliant!" Said others. Harold forced a smile as he shook hands and pried himself away from the crowd. Harold managed to find a small hallway that connected the main room to the kitchen and plopped down in a chair.
He was able to see most of the room and people from where he sat. He pulled his goggles over his eyes and did a quick glance. He didn't see anything usual. He put them back on his hat. "Wine sir?" A man appeared besides him suddenly. Harold jumped slightly as he eyed the man. He held his chest and laughed slightly seeing it was a server. "No, thank you. I liked to keep my facilities in, new surroundings." Harold waved his hand at the tray of wine. "Understood sir." The server said walking away. Harold took another look around the building. There was a stairwell that led up to a second floor balcony that overlooked the entire room. Harold thought momentarily about moving up there, but there were already some people mingling up there. He would make his way up there later on.
Suddenly a hush fell over the room. Harold walked from the hallway to the edge of the room and get a better view of what was going on. He heard a loud announcement: "Lady Amelia Vanderbilt!" Harold stared, open-mouthed at the lady that was being announced. He had to take his mask off the get a better view. She was a vision of radiance and she knew it. Harold regained his composure and put his mask back on. He dismissed her as another socialite who craved attention. He used this moment of distraction to make his way up the staircase without being noticed.
As he walked up the staircase to the second story balcony, he watched as the people seemed to gravitate to her. Harold shrugged to himself. He had never been to a ball before, so he assumed this was just normal behavior. He reached the upper balcony and leaned against the railing. He pulled his goggles back down and gave the room a once over. At first, nothing stood out, but as his gaze landed upon Lady Vanderbilt, a slight glow surrounded her. He kept looking and it began to slowly fade away. He took and wiped the goggles with his sleeve and looked again. This time, nothing abnormal shone anywhere. "How odd." Harold thought. His goggles never gave a false positive reading before. Then again, all this light reflecting off all this shiny jewelery. Before he could think further, a scream grabbed his attention.
He quickly scanned the room and saw a small circle forming around a woman. Harold watched as the woman started levitating right before his eyes. Harold was secretly relieved. He dreaded having to stay through this whole ball with nothing happening. Harold quickly descended the stairs towards the edge of where all the people were watching the woman levitate. He watched as the woman slowly floated upwards. Then slightly to the left. Then slightly to the right. He looked around to see if someone could have been casting a spell on her. While everyone was looking at her, no one was mouthing any words or making any hand gestures.
Harold pulled down his goggles and eyed the floating woman. At first, he saw nothing, but as his eyes scanned her he noticed something. There was a slight glow of something on her head. Harold acted quickly. He knew he was just supposed to observe, but he couldn't let someone possibly get hurt. He jumped up and grabbed the woman's feet. She slowly descended as Harold climbed up her. She began yelling at him and flagging her arms about. Suddenly, they started ascending again. Harold's face was next to hers as she looked at him terrified. "Be just one second ma'am." Harold grinned reaching for her hair. He felt around for a second until his finger pricked on something.
He pulled back his hand instinctively. He then took and reached back carefully where his hand had just been. He felt a small metal object and pulled it free from her hair. The second the object was no longer in her hair, they fell to the ground with a thud. People began to gather around them both. As Harold stood up, he tried to push his way though the crowd. At first, everyone was fussing around him, asking him all manner or questions. Luckily for Harold, once the lady he had just helped slowly came to, everyone flocked to her. Harold did his best to disappear out the front door.
Once outside Harold took off his mask and put his goggles on to examine what he had just pulled out of the woman's hair. It glowed softly for a few seconds, until returning to normal. It looked just like a normal hair pin to Harold, but he would take it back to the order to be examined. He pocketed the object and looked at his finger that had been pricked by the hair pin. The bleeding was slowing as he put his fingertip in his mouth. He let his hands fall to his sides as he leaned up against the outside of the building. Trying to figure out if he should head home or back into the party. He had made enough of a scene that people would probably not let him be if he went back in there.
He was able to see most of the room and people from where he sat. He pulled his goggles over his eyes and did a quick glance. He didn't see anything usual. He put them back on his hat. "Wine sir?" A man appeared besides him suddenly. Harold jumped slightly as he eyed the man. He held his chest and laughed slightly seeing it was a server. "No, thank you. I liked to keep my facilities in, new surroundings." Harold waved his hand at the tray of wine. "Understood sir." The server said walking away. Harold took another look around the building. There was a stairwell that led up to a second floor balcony that overlooked the entire room. Harold thought momentarily about moving up there, but there were already some people mingling up there. He would make his way up there later on.
Suddenly a hush fell over the room. Harold walked from the hallway to the edge of the room and get a better view of what was going on. He heard a loud announcement: "Lady Amelia Vanderbilt!" Harold stared, open-mouthed at the lady that was being announced. He had to take his mask off the get a better view. She was a vision of radiance and she knew it. Harold regained his composure and put his mask back on. He dismissed her as another socialite who craved attention. He used this moment of distraction to make his way up the staircase without being noticed.
As he walked up the staircase to the second story balcony, he watched as the people seemed to gravitate to her. Harold shrugged to himself. He had never been to a ball before, so he assumed this was just normal behavior. He reached the upper balcony and leaned against the railing. He pulled his goggles back down and gave the room a once over. At first, nothing stood out, but as his gaze landed upon Lady Vanderbilt, a slight glow surrounded her. He kept looking and it began to slowly fade away. He took and wiped the goggles with his sleeve and looked again. This time, nothing abnormal shone anywhere. "How odd." Harold thought. His goggles never gave a false positive reading before. Then again, all this light reflecting off all this shiny jewelery. Before he could think further, a scream grabbed his attention.
He quickly scanned the room and saw a small circle forming around a woman. Harold watched as the woman started levitating right before his eyes. Harold was secretly relieved. He dreaded having to stay through this whole ball with nothing happening. Harold quickly descended the stairs towards the edge of where all the people were watching the woman levitate. He watched as the woman slowly floated upwards. Then slightly to the left. Then slightly to the right. He looked around to see if someone could have been casting a spell on her. While everyone was looking at her, no one was mouthing any words or making any hand gestures.
Harold pulled down his goggles and eyed the floating woman. At first, he saw nothing, but as his eyes scanned her he noticed something. There was a slight glow of something on her head. Harold acted quickly. He knew he was just supposed to observe, but he couldn't let someone possibly get hurt. He jumped up and grabbed the woman's feet. She slowly descended as Harold climbed up her. She began yelling at him and flagging her arms about. Suddenly, they started ascending again. Harold's face was next to hers as she looked at him terrified. "Be just one second ma'am." Harold grinned reaching for her hair. He felt around for a second until his finger pricked on something.
He pulled back his hand instinctively. He then took and reached back carefully where his hand had just been. He felt a small metal object and pulled it free from her hair. The second the object was no longer in her hair, they fell to the ground with a thud. People began to gather around them both. As Harold stood up, he tried to push his way though the crowd. At first, everyone was fussing around him, asking him all manner or questions. Luckily for Harold, once the lady he had just helped slowly came to, everyone flocked to her. Harold did his best to disappear out the front door.
Once outside Harold took off his mask and put his goggles on to examine what he had just pulled out of the woman's hair. It glowed softly for a few seconds, until returning to normal. It looked just like a normal hair pin to Harold, but he would take it back to the order to be examined. He pocketed the object and looked at his finger that had been pricked by the hair pin. The bleeding was slowing as he put his fingertip in his mouth. He let his hands fall to his sides as he leaned up against the outside of the building. Trying to figure out if he should head home or back into the party. He had made enough of a scene that people would probably not let him be if he went back in there.
Miles nodded in agreement with Karah. Van sighed heavily. "Yea, we could get out of here. Shouldn't be a problem, but what then? That was my plan a few weeks ago. Now I'm here and those things are still out there. From what Miles told me one of them seems to be quite drawn to you for some reason." Van pointed a Karah. Miles then spoke up."This is not our concern. We just tell the cops when he get out of here." Van laughed heartily. "Cops? Really? What would you tell them?" Miles looked at the ground. Van patted him on the shoulder. "Not trying to be hard on you or anything. I'm just bringing reality into this. Here's my plan guy. I have like a little mobile demonology lab in my van. It's parked right off campus. I'm going there and regroup. Whatever you all want to do." Van reached out his hand towards Miles'. "I wish you the best of luck." Miles shook Van's hand and looked back at Karah. "Diamond does seem to be drawn to you. Say we run away. Will she follow us? Forever?" Miles took Karah's hand, brought it up to his face and kissed it. "I don't think this is something we can outrun."
Miles laid in the bed for what felt like hours before falling into a light sleep. Suddenly he felt someone next to him. His eyes opened with fear, still not adjusted to the dim lighting. Before his eyes could adjust, his nose caught a familiar calming smell, it was Karah. His eyes adjusted and confirmed what his nose has told him. He smiled slightly as she lightly kissed his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. For a moment, he forget the events of the past few hours. Then it all came flooding back to him.
He kissed her forehead slightly as he stretched awake. Karah looked up at him through sleepy eyes. "Come on babe. Let's check on our new friend." Miles says as he gets up from the bed. He looks around, but Van is nowhere in sight. They begin to walk to the front of the building. Miles grabs Karah's hand as they reach the front door. Miles feels a slight pang of fear as he sees Van laying, sitting up, against the door. "Hey, uh, Van." Miles says reluctantly touching his shoulder. "Oh, my hair." Van snorts, jerking himself awake. "Jesus Christ!" Miles jumped back. "You're still alive!"
Van stretched as he stood up. He yawned and put his hand out towards Karah. "Karah I assume?" Van asked. "Miles wouldn't shut up about you." Van grinned. With that Van caught Karah up on what he thought was going on. "The fact that these drawings of protection worked to keep us safe. I would think my theory is correct. Now, it's daytime. So, demon activity should be at a minimum. Doesn't mean we're all in the clear though. It just means if there are any actual demons around, we aren't going to be bothered. The possessed people will still be active. They'll be dangerous, but they won't have any powers or anything. So if you can outrun them, or injure them, you're good."
He kissed her forehead slightly as he stretched awake. Karah looked up at him through sleepy eyes. "Come on babe. Let's check on our new friend." Miles says as he gets up from the bed. He looks around, but Van is nowhere in sight. They begin to walk to the front of the building. Miles grabs Karah's hand as they reach the front door. Miles feels a slight pang of fear as he sees Van laying, sitting up, against the door. "Hey, uh, Van." Miles says reluctantly touching his shoulder. "Oh, my hair." Van snorts, jerking himself awake. "Jesus Christ!" Miles jumped back. "You're still alive!"
Van stretched as he stood up. He yawned and put his hand out towards Karah. "Karah I assume?" Van asked. "Miles wouldn't shut up about you." Van grinned. With that Van caught Karah up on what he thought was going on. "The fact that these drawings of protection worked to keep us safe. I would think my theory is correct. Now, it's daytime. So, demon activity should be at a minimum. Doesn't mean we're all in the clear though. It just means if there are any actual demons around, we aren't going to be bothered. The possessed people will still be active. They'll be dangerous, but they won't have any powers or anything. So if you can outrun them, or injure them, you're good."
Miles fell to the ground, out of breath. He watched with curiosity as the man held his back against the wall. He then turned as he heard Karah crying and freaking out about what just happened. Miles couldn't believe it either, but he was better at holding it together. He silently thanked his dad for showing how to keep calm under pressure. He moved next to Karah and held her tightly. He let her vent her feelings without saying a word. Suddenly he felt her get heavier as she said she wasn't feeling good. The man looked at them and began walking down the hall, motioning them to follow him. Miles let Karah put her weight on him and helped her hobble after the man.
"Hold on." Miles said, stopping in his tracks. "Why won't they just break down the door? How do we know we're safe here? Why should we trust you?" The man stopped walking and turned to Miles. "First and second question." The man said pointing to the door frame. Miles' eyes followed the man's finger. As he looked he saw strange symbols drawn all over the walls and the door. He didn't know how he had missed it before. "Third question." The man said smiling sadly. "I can't answer that, but I think you'd rather be in here than out there." The man turned and started walking again. Miles looked at Karah to try and get her input, but she was looking pale and was barley responsive.
They followed the man to the back of the building. The campus security building was fairly small. There was the main lobby which they just left. They passed by two offices on either side. One of which looked like a make shift holding cell. In the back of the building was a small room with no window, but had four small beds in each corner of the room. Miles laid Karah down and put a blanket on her. The man handed Miles a bottle of water. Miles poured a small sip of water in Karah's mouth. She swallowed weakly and smiled at Miles. "Are we safe?" She whispered. Miles touched her cheek with his hand. "Yes. Get some rest." With those words Karah laid her head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.
Miles went over to the other bed where the man sat. Miles extended his hand. "I'm Miles and that's Karah. Thank you." The man shook Miles' hand. "Name's Van. I'm just glad there's a few normals left." Miles sat down next to him on the bed. "What's going on here?" Miles asked. Van sighed heavily. He turned to Miles and began to tell him everything he knew. Apparently Van was from a community college a few miles over. It was a Theology heavy school. About a month ago Van said he started to notice strange things happening on his campus. Just people acting weird, nothing solid. Soon, people started dying. Not more than one or two a week. Van was taking a demonology class and everything that was happening and how people were acting fit into a case study Van was doing.
"I started connecting the dots, and everything was adding up to...to." Van paused and looked down sadly. "A demon uprising." Miles' face went ashen. "I don't know exactly why it's happening." Van said standing up and pacing the floor. "It could have been a summoning done wrong. It could be restless sect of demons." Miles interrupted Van's train of though. "So all those people, are demons?" Van shook his head vigorously. "Not full demons. Just controlled by them. There's probably one or two actual demons in human form, but everyone else is just possessed." Miles fell back on the bed. "Right now were' safe in here. Those markings will keep any demon influence out. I just don't know where to go from here." Van said looking at Miles hopefully. 'If we're safe in here." Miles started. "Let's just get some rest and regroup tomorrow.
"Hold on." Miles said, stopping in his tracks. "Why won't they just break down the door? How do we know we're safe here? Why should we trust you?" The man stopped walking and turned to Miles. "First and second question." The man said pointing to the door frame. Miles' eyes followed the man's finger. As he looked he saw strange symbols drawn all over the walls and the door. He didn't know how he had missed it before. "Third question." The man said smiling sadly. "I can't answer that, but I think you'd rather be in here than out there." The man turned and started walking again. Miles looked at Karah to try and get her input, but she was looking pale and was barley responsive.
They followed the man to the back of the building. The campus security building was fairly small. There was the main lobby which they just left. They passed by two offices on either side. One of which looked like a make shift holding cell. In the back of the building was a small room with no window, but had four small beds in each corner of the room. Miles laid Karah down and put a blanket on her. The man handed Miles a bottle of water. Miles poured a small sip of water in Karah's mouth. She swallowed weakly and smiled at Miles. "Are we safe?" She whispered. Miles touched her cheek with his hand. "Yes. Get some rest." With those words Karah laid her head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.
Miles went over to the other bed where the man sat. Miles extended his hand. "I'm Miles and that's Karah. Thank you." The man shook Miles' hand. "Name's Van. I'm just glad there's a few normals left." Miles sat down next to him on the bed. "What's going on here?" Miles asked. Van sighed heavily. He turned to Miles and began to tell him everything he knew. Apparently Van was from a community college a few miles over. It was a Theology heavy school. About a month ago Van said he started to notice strange things happening on his campus. Just people acting weird, nothing solid. Soon, people started dying. Not more than one or two a week. Van was taking a demonology class and everything that was happening and how people were acting fit into a case study Van was doing.
"I started connecting the dots, and everything was adding up to...to." Van paused and looked down sadly. "A demon uprising." Miles' face went ashen. "I don't know exactly why it's happening." Van said standing up and pacing the floor. "It could have been a summoning done wrong. It could be restless sect of demons." Miles interrupted Van's train of though. "So all those people, are demons?" Van shook his head vigorously. "Not full demons. Just controlled by them. There's probably one or two actual demons in human form, but everyone else is just possessed." Miles fell back on the bed. "Right now were' safe in here. Those markings will keep any demon influence out. I just don't know where to go from here." Van said looking at Miles hopefully. 'If we're safe in here." Miles started. "Let's just get some rest and regroup tomorrow.
I have three total 1x1's going on. Two of which is going great and the other one is just going slow, but good. I've had three other 1x1 start and just end suddenly. One seemed to fizzle out for no reason and the other two got about 4 posts in and I never heard back from my partner.
Has anyone else had this happen? I don't think it's me because my other 1x1's are going good, but I could be wrong. Is there a good way to tell if you're going to click with someone on a 1x1 early on or is it just a wait and see thing?
Has anyone else had this happen? I don't think it's me because my other 1x1's are going good, but I could be wrong. Is there a good way to tell if you're going to click with someone on a 1x1 early on or is it just a wait and see thing?
Harold arrived back at the order with no further incident. He stabled Buttercup and walked inside. He was feeling pretty good about himself. While it wasn't a difficult first assignment, he had conquered it. The feeling gave him confidence that he could take on any supernatural mystery that lay before him. He knocked on brother Dominic's door. He heard brother Dominic call him in. Harold opened the door, walked into the office, and slowly closed the door behind him. Brother Dominic sat at a huge oak desk that was piled high with books and a random assortment of trinkets.
"One moment Harold." Brother Dominic said as he stood up slowly, face still buried in a book. Harold unstrapped his cross and set it against the wall. It made a soft "THUNK" that drew brother Dominic's attention away from the book finally. As he set the book down he shook his head at Harold. "I understand you need to store your equipment, but that infernal thing makes you stand out to every supernatural being within eyesight." Harold shrugged. "I'm sorry that I carry my faith with me wherever I go." Harold shot back. Brother Dominic smiled as he shook his head. "Always have an answer for everything. So, how did the haunting go?" Brother Dominic asked walking to the front of his desk and leaning against it for support.
Harold began to beam proudly. "I took care of that specter, no problem." Brother Dominic raised an eyebrow questioningly. While Harold was a great student, brother Dominic didn't believe for one second that Harold had handled the situation completely. "Okay, maybe there was a slight hitch or two." Harold said, putting up his hands. He could still smell the cut of chicken that had hit him in the face. "But, I brought it back." He said excitedly as he opened the cross trunk. "Brought what back?" Brother Dominic said, slowly backing up.
Harold produced the piece of ham to brother Dominic. "It's the specter." Harold grinned, holding the ham towards brother Dominic. Brother Dominic peered at the piece of ham and poked it slightly. The ham twisted to and fro on its own. "Why is it in a ham Harold?" Brother Dominic said, highly confused. Harold shrugged slightly as he set the ham down on the desk. Brother Dominic smiled despite himself. "I guess that's one way to handle it. I'll put it down in the basement for further studies." Brother Dominic leaned back on the desk once again and poked the piece of ham away from himself.
Brother Dominic cleared his throat as his smiled faded away. "I have a very special assignment for you Harold. There is a ball in town tonight. It is held every year and there always seems to be some supernatural activities afoot. I need you to go down there, attend the ball, and just observe the happenings." Brother Dominic pointed a finger right at Harold. "Just observe Harold. Do not try and interfere. Normally, I would not send one as inexperienced as you, but, honestly, you're the only one here." Harold gave brother Dominic a small thumbs up. "I won't let you down." Harold said enthusiastically as he grabbed his cross and opened the door. "Harold?" Brother Dominic called before Harold could leave. Harold turned around, halfway out the door. "Since you are only observing, you can't take that, thing with you." Brother Dominic said, waving his hand towards the large cross on Harold's back. Harold nodded silently as he closed the door behind him.
Back in his room, Harold tried to figure out what he could take with him. Just in case things got out of hand. He grabbed his small silver spoon and the vial of salt. He kept looking through his cross. He had a small two shot pistol that he could hide easily. He loaded it with two silver bullets. He kept his goggles outfitted with the ectoplasm lenses. The only other thing he could think of to bring was a small cross shaped stake. He had developed a small propulsion device that attached to his forearm. It was capable of holding small objects and, with a push of a button that was on his wrist, could send the object flying into his hand. He attached the stake to this device. To top it all off, he sprinkled himself with holy water. With that, he was off.
Outside, pinned onto his door was the address of the ball and a small black harlequin mask. In big letters on the back of the mask was written: "Observe only!" Harold smiled. Still feeling good he knew that he could handle whatever was to come at this party. Plus, he thought as he walked to the stables, what supernatural being would show up with a group of people around? He reached the stables and untied Buttercup. "Back at it again girl." He said, patting her on the flank. They took off at the full run towards the city. The ball would be starting soon and he should arrive just in time.
They reached the city and slowed into a trot. Soon he arrived at a very large elegant building. It seemed so out of place among the squalid buildings that existed on the very edge of the city. As he approached a boy ran up to him and grabbed Buttercup's reigns. "Stable your horse?" He said grinning and holding out his hands. Harold patted his sides. "I'm afraid I have nothing to give you kind little sir." Harold said sadly. "Then bugger off then!" The boy spat back, letting go of Buttercup. Harold dismounted and stabled her himself. He walked back to the entrance of the building and put his mask on. The words "Observe only" flashing briefly. Harold walked in the door and marveled at the size and grandeur of the building. He looked over the sea of people. All of them dressed so well, and he was dressed, like himself. He was going to stick out. A wave of nervousness swept over him as he walked further into the building.
"One moment Harold." Brother Dominic said as he stood up slowly, face still buried in a book. Harold unstrapped his cross and set it against the wall. It made a soft "THUNK" that drew brother Dominic's attention away from the book finally. As he set the book down he shook his head at Harold. "I understand you need to store your equipment, but that infernal thing makes you stand out to every supernatural being within eyesight." Harold shrugged. "I'm sorry that I carry my faith with me wherever I go." Harold shot back. Brother Dominic smiled as he shook his head. "Always have an answer for everything. So, how did the haunting go?" Brother Dominic asked walking to the front of his desk and leaning against it for support.
Harold began to beam proudly. "I took care of that specter, no problem." Brother Dominic raised an eyebrow questioningly. While Harold was a great student, brother Dominic didn't believe for one second that Harold had handled the situation completely. "Okay, maybe there was a slight hitch or two." Harold said, putting up his hands. He could still smell the cut of chicken that had hit him in the face. "But, I brought it back." He said excitedly as he opened the cross trunk. "Brought what back?" Brother Dominic said, slowly backing up.
Harold produced the piece of ham to brother Dominic. "It's the specter." Harold grinned, holding the ham towards brother Dominic. Brother Dominic peered at the piece of ham and poked it slightly. The ham twisted to and fro on its own. "Why is it in a ham Harold?" Brother Dominic said, highly confused. Harold shrugged slightly as he set the ham down on the desk. Brother Dominic smiled despite himself. "I guess that's one way to handle it. I'll put it down in the basement for further studies." Brother Dominic leaned back on the desk once again and poked the piece of ham away from himself.
Brother Dominic cleared his throat as his smiled faded away. "I have a very special assignment for you Harold. There is a ball in town tonight. It is held every year and there always seems to be some supernatural activities afoot. I need you to go down there, attend the ball, and just observe the happenings." Brother Dominic pointed a finger right at Harold. "Just observe Harold. Do not try and interfere. Normally, I would not send one as inexperienced as you, but, honestly, you're the only one here." Harold gave brother Dominic a small thumbs up. "I won't let you down." Harold said enthusiastically as he grabbed his cross and opened the door. "Harold?" Brother Dominic called before Harold could leave. Harold turned around, halfway out the door. "Since you are only observing, you can't take that, thing with you." Brother Dominic said, waving his hand towards the large cross on Harold's back. Harold nodded silently as he closed the door behind him.
Back in his room, Harold tried to figure out what he could take with him. Just in case things got out of hand. He grabbed his small silver spoon and the vial of salt. He kept looking through his cross. He had a small two shot pistol that he could hide easily. He loaded it with two silver bullets. He kept his goggles outfitted with the ectoplasm lenses. The only other thing he could think of to bring was a small cross shaped stake. He had developed a small propulsion device that attached to his forearm. It was capable of holding small objects and, with a push of a button that was on his wrist, could send the object flying into his hand. He attached the stake to this device. To top it all off, he sprinkled himself with holy water. With that, he was off.
Outside, pinned onto his door was the address of the ball and a small black harlequin mask. In big letters on the back of the mask was written: "Observe only!" Harold smiled. Still feeling good he knew that he could handle whatever was to come at this party. Plus, he thought as he walked to the stables, what supernatural being would show up with a group of people around? He reached the stables and untied Buttercup. "Back at it again girl." He said, patting her on the flank. They took off at the full run towards the city. The ball would be starting soon and he should arrive just in time.
They reached the city and slowed into a trot. Soon he arrived at a very large elegant building. It seemed so out of place among the squalid buildings that existed on the very edge of the city. As he approached a boy ran up to him and grabbed Buttercup's reigns. "Stable your horse?" He said grinning and holding out his hands. Harold patted his sides. "I'm afraid I have nothing to give you kind little sir." Harold said sadly. "Then bugger off then!" The boy spat back, letting go of Buttercup. Harold dismounted and stabled her himself. He walked back to the entrance of the building and put his mask on. The words "Observe only" flashing briefly. Harold walked in the door and marveled at the size and grandeur of the building. He looked over the sea of people. All of them dressed so well, and he was dressed, like himself. He was going to stick out. A wave of nervousness swept over him as he walked further into the building.
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