Event Blossom Ball - Underworld

Mentioning n/a
Interacting With @Paige Grant as Nikita Lebedev, @Kit Paine as Eris Livius
& @Mathias Pride or "Percival Gray/Percematt"
tl;dr below
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Someone, one day in whatever future he’d earn, would ask Levi about his first kiss. Though God forbid it be his parents and their shallow stomachs and hearts, it could be a darling blooded girl wishing to put love where it did not belong. A paid-to-care therapist we all knew he’d so severely need. A “friend”, putting ammo in their gun and nonchalantly cocking it as they shot him a feral grin. The brunet’s smile would falter (if his abilities didn’t mature without shame), grimace, force a cough and change the subject. Should it come back, lie his way into hell. If he blanked, hack as he muttered the name of one Mathias Pride.

This was assuming, also, he’d have the right name by then.

The interrogator, in Levi’s mind a hooded figure masking the horns that protruded from their head and joked about impaling him like “one of his silly little nightmares”, would ask if the boy had told his parents. Filled with regret for the boy sickly from the dust he inhaled in that aged closet, offer a guiding hand, resources, advice. Be heartbroken because now she knew why his eyes didn’t bulge at the tight denim. Cackle and turn off the safety. The Gryffindor would be lying if he claimed there was a single thing he could predict except that gutted feeling of death, craving for saline, horror in the poor man’s terms. He’d shake off the dramatics to soon reattach, explain away the miracle of nature, and then, if they weren’t the aforementioned therapist, they would suggest one. There was a single sure thing: they wouldn’t understand.

It wasn’t that Percematt was a creature of distortion, sewn from unmatching body parts with no organs and stitch-like lips. It wasn’t that the young couple hadn’t had a dinner under candlelight or that the world wasn’t painted rosily, or that one of them wasn’t about to get on a plane and leave the other loveless, putting pressure on unprofessed passion. It wasn’t even that Percematt was a boy. And have mercy, even though it should’ve been, it wasn’t that they were twelve. It was that he was Percematt. Insane. The root of Levi’s only continual anxiety, the sprout from which his dread budded, the sewing seed of cowardice, the sole person he bore no chance at altering. A shark could eat all the fish it wanted, but those sharks knew nothing of land, of soil, of the atmosphere and what extended beyond, it knew nothing of the trees. Of the men that planted them.

While there was no grace in strangers’ clumsy tongues and unwelcome weights, that simply wasn’t on the forefront of Levi’s mind. This kiss wouldn’t serve as some reminder of prejudice and judgement, surface-level ideas that would burst when the water was finally disturbed in all its tranquility. No. It would serve as a reminder of mortality’s beckon, of failure, of fault in what was meant to be perfect. A way to always redden his face and whatever else. A way to tell him he was not what he thought he was. He was not infallible. Sure, there was no punch, kick, or stab that could knock him on his feet not to stand again. But there was unexpected. There was unprepared.

Never again. He would fix this tonight.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

Maybe he wouldn’t.

"You're lucky it was him speaking, my chose of words would have been very different." Good on him for speaking. A disrespect angle to this scandal was just what Levi needed. Not that he hadn’t already crossed a line with the impulsive “damn liar” quote.

With quivering hammers hands, Nikita did seem genuinely distressed by both Percematt’s impulse, and her own reaction. These two shortcomings would meet in a powerful whirlwind that hurled Levi into confusion and Percematt only barely tugged at his radicle. The taller girl had introduced a new problem into the constellation of a night, but an ordeal that, for now, Levi’s infinite pride would explain into embers. Bright sides: Nikita’s insistence that his lips become her skirmish kept his hands from getting bloodied, as though those fragile knuckles could do anything but burn these days. Secondly, it was symbolic of the hold he’d already had over her, her blood, her fists, anything that came of her beauty. There was a slight—very, very slight—boost to his self-confidence.

The two were briefly spatting back and forth without giving Levi a chance to interrupt. The Gryffindor could do little more than stand in an ungainly manner while Nikita aimed to justify herself to a nobody, and Percematt dismissed and accused like a halo was levitating over his stupid kissy-kissy head. With Percematt here in front of him, however, Levi’s mind had begun to wander. Should he voice what he witnessed in the past few months to him? Guilt trip the boy for spinning death between his unaccustomed fingers with a chuckle and a flirty smirk, as an all-you-can-spear buffet gathered in the courtyard for nature’s unexpected predators? The interval would be irregular if there was a muddling, hungry dance tonight. But what if that didn’t matter? There’d been miniscule deviation before. Did anyone else know outside of Percematt? Was there someone else he could a—

"Normal people break up before they pick up someone new,"

Would anyone believe him?

Percematt had begun to depart from the troubled couple. Time was limited, and there was a more pressuring air than before. In the corner of his eye, he swore someone was walking this way. Had the flashes come from that direction? He clearly wasn’t experiencing death, as only a live heart could beat so fast, and a live face could turn so crimson. “Wait! Percival—Matt—whatever your name is! It happened again!” Too late, it seemed.

The believed brunet looked back to his purchased date, who was apologizing rapid fire, each bullet a catalyst. Levi forced a smile that regrettably emerged more like a snarl. Still, his tone was gentle, forgiving. “No, you’re a sweetheart beneath, darling. It can be paid another time. You know he’s lying, right? He isn’t my boyfriend, never has been. If that… if that isn’t obvious.” His voice remained unsteady and careworn, full of shallow breaths. Percematt had left with the air from his lungs, so greedy and dissatisfied with his own tainted oxygen. Percematt’s victory was facile this once, but not next time.

It was then that something delicate tapped his shoulder, turning his still hazel eyes and attention to another girl. Dark voluminous hair and tan skin, wearing a wonderfully themed gown with draping sleeves and an impressively crafted headdress. It was not the stranger’s fingertips, however, that touched him, but a fan of polaroid photos, the pictures fleeting and shadowy, difficult to discern. Some sort of school photographer, wishing to talk to him? Flattering. The camera remained with her now, a big lens and… a light. A flash.

Oh god. How the hell was this getting worse? His stomach immediately churned, Levi doubling over and grabbing his own hand with a deadly tautness. Already, he could hear the collapsing waters of the fountains of rumors he was to debunk in the coming months. Years. Eyes were not the only witnesses. He would need to take notes from his mother.

"Sweetie...I hate to distract you from such a wonderful front row view of this fight... but, um...your hair's turned red."

NO.

Anything but this. Any time but now. How was he going to explain it? Levi didn’t understand it himself, upon finding it was not a trait of all wizardfolk. Was she lying? His hands zoomed up to his hair as though the crimson shade would come back on them, burn them black and charred, do anything to indicate its presence. His eyes had widened as a killer’s and the boy’s mouth fallen to the ground. When those hands pulled down, pale as ever, something did catch his frantic gaze. Something that could perhaps validate the stranger’s claim. The typically bland nails of a twelve-year-old boy were also a rich scarlet, like he’d been cut beneath them, and the blood was gradually pooling behind their shield. He hadn’t.

“My hair…” He shoved his hands behind him, unaware of the suspicions that raised, “…has always been red.”

Watching Percematt walk away with his irritated jaw, Nikita stand beside him with her own shaking fists, and the curious girl with that damned collection of pictures and truths looming over him, the boy found a new mantra: this is proof you are important.

TL;DR

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One long droning fml. Levi panics because this is a terrible situation. Ponders making it worse. Assures Nikita he is not, in fact, Mathias' boyfriend. Finds out his hair and nails have become red, and not wanting anyone to know that he is a Metamorphmagus, because he wishes he didn't know, he lies about it. Pathetically.

Metamorphmagus
Stats Stamina: 4 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6
Action Panicking. Lying. Hoping he can eventually
do something other than that.

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Interacting with Ophélie Moore (@Rhea Miller) and @Calypso Starling
Samantha's thoughts

Hair ~ Shoes ~ Flower Crown ~ Dress

Samantha was happy when the other student accepted the punch, the fact that she accepted the punch also meant that she accepted the fact that Samantha wanted to talk to them and that they at least understood English.

"They/them? What does Ophé mean?" Samantha had never heard of non-binary, so she had no idea what they was talking about. Since she never liked to aks questions and admit she didn't know something she tried to figure out what the other students meant, without asking anything.

The confusion Samantha felt could been clearly seen on her face. The young girl had figured out it must have something to do with being, in this case not being, a girl. After a short silence she decided to aks for clarification, because it seemed important to the other student and Samantha didn't want to screw anything up.

"I like your bracelet, but what exactly do you mean with they/them?" She smiled awkwardly. Samantha was afraid that Ophé might laugh at her because she didn't know what they meant. "I~I just don't really know what you mean".

"Yes, I'm from Ravenclaw," the girl smiled proudly, she loved Hogwarts and Ravenclaw. She always avoided the subject about which house was the best, but she knew though Ravenclaw was the best house.

Samantha smiled, she had worried for nothing about if the other student could speak English. She giggled: "I already noticed you can speak English."

I look beautiful? Thank you!" Samantha smiled, she wasn't used to be called beautiful. Most of the time people called her sister pretty, not her. But Samantha also never dressed up, so that could be one of the reasons.

"Well, don't worry about any flowers. I think the dress fits you and the theme perfectly, you look lovely!" The brunette wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that Ophé liked her outfit more than herself, since they overloaded her with compliments. "Thank you, you are to nice!"

"My mom also picked my dress, I'm just happy it has something blue in it." She had been obsessed with blue ever since she was sorted into Ravenclaw. Before that she had liked blue and green, but since green was the colour of Slytherin and blue of Ravenclaw, she decided like blue more.

I don't think my mom had any god in mind. I think I'm just a regular old Greek, which is fine by me, the simpler the better!" Samantha was surprised by the many things Ophé was able to say in such a short periode of time. Normally that was something Samantha did, but she was now to busy answering to all the things they had said. When she finally was done answering, she had no time to ask anything to Ophé, because an other first year joined them.

It seemed that Calypso had spend a good amount of time to her outfit, since it was stunning. Everything fitted perfectly together, much better than with Samantha's outfit.

When Samantha saw the mask she said: "That's so cool, can i see it?" She drank the punch, so she had her hands free, if Calypso would want to give her the deer mask.

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Action: Talking and drinking
Stats: Sta 6 | Eva 7 | Str 2 | Wis 7 | Arc 7 | Acc 6

There was something to be said about dressing to the nines for a formal occasion, to get into fine clothes that one wouldn't otherwise have the chance to don and to walk as if the world itself was your personal stage. There was even more to be said for leaning into a theme, allowing oneself to fall into reckless abandon that only costuming and the hiding of one's face in a grand masquerade could allow. For Nicholas, nothing that could be said for either was particularly positive. He was a boy, a petulant one at that, with thoughts that barely extended past the next game of quidditch he could enthusiastically watch, or the next duel he could even more enthusiastically lose. Throughout the year, his appearance had degraded considerably, not out of stress nor out of some sense of sadness or other such emotional malaise. Rather, he had merely failed to care. Nicholas was more enamoured with the blood sports of the wizarding world than he was with making sure his hair was neat, or his clothes correct. This attitude followed him to the ball.

He was underdressed, spectacularly underdressed. His favourite worn tan boots adorned his feet, scuffs ever present. His black jeans, in spite of being of an appropriate colour, were not of an appropriate fit nor condition, ripped and loose. His sole attempt at appearing semi-formal was entirely half-hearted, the short-sleeved button-down white shirt un-ironed and casually thrown on. He looked out of place, and he felt out of place, his appearance at the ball more out of a sense of obligation than genuine excitement.

So it was that he found himself entering the Underworld, his expression more irritated than anything else. The mood was entirely dreadful, the atmosphere oppressive and dark, music playing that reminded him more of a funeral march than a dance. Nicholas had no intention of dancing, of course, but something about a darkened area themed after the pits of Hades themselves sat uneasily in his stomach. Yet, that was hardly the worst of it. Already, conflict had begun, one of Nicholas's dormmates was floundering pathetically, the air around him and his cohort so thick with chaotic energy that the first year could practically taste the ozone on his tongue.

Dark eyes rolled, before he turned away from the scene, turned away from everyone. He damn well wasn't here to be involved in dramas or quarrels, nor did he particularly care how such a conflict had started, nor how it would end. Accordingly, the boy continued on his path, into the pitched blackness of the Underworld, the god of death swallowing the under-dressed twelve year old.

He paused for a moment, just a moment, the scene sucking him in slightly. Chaos and blackness dancing and wreathing in a twisted symphony. But, the Underworld was hardly the heart of the ball, and the sooner he reached that, the sooner he could write home about how he hadn't neglected his social duties at the school.

Yet, the black of the the land of the lost did threaten to entice him, ever so slightly.

Action: Entering Thread (Free)
Mentioning the Lover's Quarrel
TL;DR Reluctantly attends ball and enters the Underworld, stays in the Underworld in case anything super exciting happens soon

Dress | Headband | Shoes | Necklace | Hair

Interacting ❃ @Gabriella Haworth | @Kage Suzuki | @Gia Adelard | @Rhea Miller
Mentioning ❃ @Aldor Humbleglow

"At least I could get one if I wanted." Tory retorted in a matter-of-factly tone, "Unlike somebody here." Though she never even mentioned her name, it was boldly obvious Tory was talking about Haworth. She would have said something else, but spotted a chestnut-haired girl who had appeared next to Haworth from somewhere in the crowd. "Hello" She said with a smirk, one in which Tory did not decide to return. "Ugh, you." She muttered, rolling her eyes in an irritated manner.

"I see you're back to ruin more people's wonderful evenings? And another person you don't know, too! Ever think of taking a break from all this?" Tory pursed her lips and shook her head no. She hadn't even noticed the girl who Haworth was talking to before (Rhea), but gave her a teensy wave anyways. Wow She thought to herself, way to introduce yourself.... "Nah, life is more fun this way." She stated, turning her head to the brunette, Bea. Or wait, was it Lia? Maybe it was Gia? She opened her mouth to push out some more insults, but felt a tap on her back and jumped.

Tory turned around, startled, and was quite relieved to see a familiar face, one that belonged to Suzuki, a fellow Gryffindor and friend of hers. "Oh, hi, Suzuki, thank godric it's just you." She turned back to Haworth and LGia, as did Suzuki. "Nice dress. Watch out, though- it may be your last." Confused for a second as to what in the universe that was supposed to mean, Tory pondered Suzuki's words. Then she caught on in her head, Suzuki was tlaking about the length of Haworth's dress and her tripping. Tory Williamson really, really, really wanted to say, 'I'd be happy if it was', but death wasn't exactly something you should use against your enemy just for a laugh, so she decided to restrain her comment.

The tension in the air between the 5 girls was heavy and awkward. "Well, it was excellent tormenting you all, but I'm afraid I'll have to come back later for my encore, as I have things to attend to tonight. I hope you guys have a horrible time!" And with that, Tory linked her arm in Suzuki's and lead her away from them, whether Suzuki wanted to or not didn't matter much right now to her. "Sorry bout that, I uh.." She didn't finish her sentence because she got distracted by the back of somebody's head by the drinks and snacks, one with long, ginger hair she could have sworn was Aldor. "To the snack table?" Tory asked, smiling at Suzuki.

❃ For moderation ❃
Action ❃ Talking to friends and teasing enemies
Sta: 6 | Eva: 5 | Str: 4| Wis: 8| Arc: 7 |Acc: 5

Silentely relieved both of them had managed to link up without too much hassle, that could certainly be quite the mission given the extent of how popular this ball had gotten if the crowds were any indication. "Thank you! All your doing, of course." The brunette said smiling at her friend relieved in the fact they had indeed undertook that endeavor in the Room of Requirement to prep themselves beforehand. Otherwise, the Gryffindor was not sure where they would be right now as she had wanted something personal, something she could pick out and while her family's hand-me-downs weren't exactly horrible which was a shocker, it just didn't sit right with Elena and besides, the less she had to do with that horrid group of people, the better it would be. Right, they were here to focus, not think negative thoughts. This was perhaps the one thing that Elena looked forward to for a lot of things, it was just where everyone came together and it was just an all-around communal gathering that in Elena's opinion that as long as they could break that trend of something burning or mass destruction taking place each ball, they'd turn out alright.

She didn't dwell long on the thought as another voice, familiar broke in and her head swiveled to identify the source grinning when she saw who it was. Of all the people, it was Gia Adelard who's birthday party she had the courtesy of attending and had established a rather solid connection with."Gia! Hi! You look stunning!" The Gryffindor marveled at her friend rebounding the compliment right back not out of modesty but because it was the one hundred percent truth. However, their converstation was short-lived as she raised a hand in farewell watching her younger friend slip back into the throng of people. She was sure she would run into her later or perhaps not. Among all the heads that were enjoying the festive celebrations, it was very easy to get lost. She had to give kudos to the organizers however, they had certainly pulled off the Greek thing very well and she could have sworn her eyes were playing tricks on her as Elena witnessed what she thought was some very elaborate costumes represenstative of different gods and goddesses, it was a nice play on things if anything.

As she raised her lips to the drink she had picked up, Elena suddenly stopped placing it down turning to Adlai. "Adlai, we should do those trials they were talking about. What'd ya reckon?" She turned to her Hufflepuff friend, eyes wide as she recalled what had been mentioned beforehand. Some sort of trial thing, perhaps it was the Gryffindor in her taking over but when you put a student of the house of courage and the word trial in the same sentence, you were almost bound to get the reaction that you were getting from Elena now. All thought of sipping on some of the liquids that were at this party, her attention solely turned to the exit which led to the numerous trials, she was sure. "We can go together if you want, friendly competetion or if you'd rather wait, I'll slip out for a few minutes and tell you how it went when I get back!" She didn't know keen Adlai was on the idea but it certainly sparked an excitment in her as she drifted her way towards the door wavering for a minute to see if the Hufflepuff would tag alone or if the brunette would be alone in this heroic endeavor.

Interacting: @Aldor Humbleglow
Mentioning: @Logan Baird | @Rose Moon | @Scarlett Aden | @Gia Adelard | @Tory Williamson
Languages: English | French | Italian | Arabic | Russian
Outfit
Closer Look: Necklaces 1-3| Necklace 4(Wolf one)| 4 different bracelets on right wrist

Action: Entering the underworld, looking for friends, worrying about the blossom ball

@Elena Jangleton
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Looking around her Adlai saw plenty of unfamiliar faces and plenty of unfamiliar voices. She had heard that others from different school would be attending the ball but she had not thought it to be true, especially since she knew little to none about the other magical schools around the world. Students from the same school were probably flocking together, which she didn't blame them. Why socialize with those who go to a rival school, and those you don't know then stick with a familiar crowd, after all it is what she would do if she were in their situation.

"I don't know much about them," She started, thinking over Elena's question. Certainly they would not be anything dangerous, after all this was a school and students safety must be of importance, correct? Perhaps the trials were just bouncy house mazes. Adlai then pondered her current options, which were be left alone in a crowd of people who she would have a hard time finding people she knew in or go with her closest friend on an adventure. The answer was a bit obvious. "Sure let's do it, I don't see why not."

"Just promise to stick close to me, ok?" She asked hiking up her dress and following after to her friend who had already began wandering into the direction Adlai assumed the trials were in.

Interacting with: - @Serena Towers

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RPing as iNPC Milo Durand Date: 29th May 2021 Outfit: This suit

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A ball? Milo had heard about it sure, but he never imagined he would've been going to it, other than to talk to people of course. He didn't have any clothes that fitted the theme, and if he did they would've been at home, so he just showed up in the suit that he had brought with him. Upon seeing his date, his jaw essentially dropped. "Woah, vous êtes belle."Woah, you are beautiful. Almost in disbelief, she looked so different from the more basic clothing she had been wearing when they had met a few days prior. His voice was accompanied by a charming smile.

Upon realising he hadn't said anything she could understand, he got a little flustered and made weird hand gestures as he tried to remedy it. "Sorry, uh, I meant...you look very nice. Your clothes...very pretty." He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. As she mentioned the event, he nodded, "Oui, also looking forward to talking to you some more."

Following her carefully, mostly just watching her out of the corner of his eye, she would do nicely, she seemed nice, naive, careful. That was what he had gotten from her so far though, this event, for him, was a chance to see if she would be good enough to ease his boredom. He knew he was a bad person, but he didn't feel like changing it, he had too much fun messing with people.

They reached the underworld part of the ball, he scanned the faces around the room, there were a few nice ones, but his focus for tonight was his date, who seemed...very uneasy. He gently touched her shoulder, "Are you okay?" He said softly, aware that others may not be as observant and she might not want others to know she wasn't. He didn't mind the dark, but he guessed that that had something to do with the closer proximity between them. He took a mental note of this, he liked to know the weaknesses of the people he was with, just in case he needed to use them to his advantage, but it also helped that it would look like he cared.

Nodding gently, he squeezed her hand gently as she took it, following her once again, "We will go wherever you want." He hoped it sounded reassuring, it was how he meant to tone it, but he did struggle in english.

Action: Be dragged to the spring festival