@DancingWithMyDemons business
(Absolutely. How we are going to go about doing that tho…I have no idea)
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@andrew flash_on
(Hmmm. . . court dance or something to honor an ambassador or the king/queen/emperor?)
@DancingWithMyDemons business
(wonderful idea. I'll have a starter up in a seconed)
@andrew flash_on
(Alright!)
@Nicolo_Needs_A_Nap Podcast Nerd™
(I have an idea!! Feel free to shoot it down, but potentially it's a ball or smth to like show off one of Floris' inventions/discovories/whatever)
@JustALostM book
(60 seconds have passed… I see no starter :0)
@Nicolo_Needs_A_Nap Podcast Nerd™
(OOp i was too late lmao)
@JustALostM book
(Ohhh! I forgot I had a picrew of Lucius!)
@DancingWithMyDemons business
(It's a masquerade, tis already half written)
@DancingWithMyDemons business
(oh yes he is glorious)
@andrew flash_on
(Glorious??? He is godly, no, DIVINE!)
@DancingWithMyDemons business
(Your vocabulary is delicious)
@Nicolo_Needs_A_Nap Podcast Nerd™
(I am vibrating in excitement I can't wait to write my silly little cactus asshole pretty boy)
@andrew flash_on
(Thank you! Probably not as good as chocolate cake with icecream on top but still lol)
@andrew flash_on
(I am vibrating in excitement I can't wait to write my silly little cactus asshole pretty boy)
(I am looking forward to teasing said pretty boi ;-;)
@Nicolo_Needs_A_Nap Podcast Nerd™
(Depending what you say, he will smack you with zero consideration for decorum!)
@JustALostM book
(Me, watching this convo with popcorn in my hands.)
@DancingWithMyDemons business
(I accidentally deleted the first starter :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( so this on is much shorter ):
Neo tilted his head, occasionally adjusting his blood-red mask as he stared across the sea of people. It was his father's decision he be here, of course. He would never come to such a function. Especially since there was only one he had his eyes on. He sighed, settling back in the armchair and tapping his fingers across the ancient wood. He looked around for his love. They always danced at these events, and it always ended with Neo being a few pints short of blood. He sighed, sadly watching the crowd and wistfully hoping the night could pass faster.
@Nicolo_Needs_A_Nap Podcast Nerd™
(I'm absolutely enamored with Neo and Claude, maybe… potentially…. poly? If you two are okay with it?)
@DancingWithMyDemons business
(That would be absolutely tasty, but only if menace want's to.)
@andrew flash_on
(Oh I figured XD but he'll have a hell of a time hitting Reyna in the first place)
(Oh no! that sucks-)
(That would be fabulous to watch)
Reyna was laughing graciously - but fakely - at some noble or other's horrible joke about the current economic state of the country. Nobody really cared that she was paler than some of the noble's clothes, or that she had a weapon woven into her hair - not that they knew it was a weapon.
She really wished she could just find who she was supposed to find but sadly humans all looked the same to her and most even talked and smelled the same, so it was nearly impossible to find who she wanted to find without going up and asking everyone individually.
She was honestly there to keep herself occupied. She usually enjoyed crowds. But this one was disgusting.
But she couldn't say that to anyone. So she just stood there with a horn of the strongest ale they had on tap, nodding mechanically and smiling pleasantly.
@DancingWithMyDemons business
(Question, who is Reyna looking for? and is she going to kidnap said person? Bc i see a plot maybe, and we don't have one of those yet.)
@andrew flash_on
(I'll say she's looking for Neo lol; and yeah that could work as a plot!)
@DancingWithMyDemons business
(yay)
@Nicolo_Needs_A_Nap Podcast Nerd™
Floris sighed as he walked into the large ballroom, he would quite literally rather be anywhere but here, but at least they have good enough booze, so there's that. Fuck! he could already feel a headache forming because of the volume as he slipped through the crowd, attempting to find the nearest decanter of whiskey. As soon as he found one that looked way too full for this kind of event, but who was he to look a gift horse in the ass or whatever the saying is.
The pact-blood took the entire decanter and took a swig, sliding the bottle into one of his many pockets. He looked around the room, trying to find literally anyone interesting enough to talk to, maybe another intellectual of sorts. At this point, he's just looking for someone who won't give him an aneurysm.