Event The Fall Ball (Masquerade)

Action: Cast Depulso at @Selim Faust to prevent his attack

Interacting With: @Ethen Emrys

“I also think that maybe... I should also start calling you my girlfriend... I don’t know how this works but I think it sounds much better to me,”

The words tickled Atlas' mind as she played them back the entire evening. Every time she and Ethen's eyes met a small giggle or hair tuck would take place but unlike before it was harder to look away now. They had spent the entire evening attempting to dance to every obscure song that band played and while she felt exhausted she wanted nothing more than for this night to never end.

Gently taking Ethen's hand, Atlas led him to the dessert table as she picked up two pumpkin-shaped croissants handing one to Ethen. Holding it in the air comically, Atlas began her little vow.

"Ethen you are the best friend anyone in the entire world could ask for and I still can't fully wrap my head around us dating but nevertheless I am excited. Even though we are a gooey couple now I don't want us to lose our weirdness and all the eye rolls we get from other students. So yes I will be your girlfriend as long as you promise we can be gooey and weird at the same time."

With that, the young fiery girl smashed the dessert into her mouth chomping down on it as crumbs poofed out of her mouth with each breath. Scrunching her nose, she quickly took another pumpkin croissant smushing it into her mouth until she could barely close it as she could feel herself holding back laughter in fear of spitting it all up in Ethen's face.

"Buh yuh cah buh tuh!" She mumbled feeling her cheeks straining against the added pressure. She couldn't remember where their tradition of filling their cheeks like chipmunks came from but she assumed it probably started when they first met.

Staring wide-eyed at him, Atlas waited for his attempt as he never backed down from a challenge.

ACTION: Enjoying the Evening with Ethen and being Gluttonous!

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Any godmodding has been agreed upon by both parties i.e. Atlas and Ethen

STATS:
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 8
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
Arc. Power: 7
Accuracy: 8

ABILITIES:
Fearless
Effect: Fear effects such as a dhmpir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.

Atlas's Dress and New Hair:

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Action: Trying to keep three full croissants in his mouth
Stats:Stamina: 7/ Evasion: 7 / Strength: 5/ Wisdom: 8 / ArcPower: 6 / Accuracy: 7
Abilities:
Keen Eye | Calming Presence

Roleplaying as Roberta Martin
Open to Interaction

Closed to Further Interactions

Hexcode= #967bb6

The ballroom was simmering down, various cliques forming as the swing of the party came crashing to its end. All of which Roberta was electing to ignore in favor of the awkward boy in tow behind her. She would not be forward enough so as to drag him along behind her, but instead she would turn every so often and dare to see if he was still charmed enough by her graces to follow. Giving him confident flashes of her brilliant grin to reassure him, she was ready for a good time so she led them towards the center of the Ballroom.

She had felt as though she wanted to dance so badly before, when her date was ignoring her, but as she walked briskly the only thing that filled her mind was the imaginary looks of jealousy her boring date's face would bear as she danced with someone more easily persuaded and hopefully more present than he had been. Why she still had a need to impress him and earn his attention was a sticking point for her, something she would have admitted to letting go of if asked about, but in actuality still stubbornly held onto despite appearances.

For Roberta, feelings were hard to beat, and these were hard feelings of a caliber she had never been measured against. Perhaps by accident, the young duelist came to the conclusion that if these feelings were an obstacle to her happiness and she couldn't manage to let them go, then they would likely become an obstacle to anyone else who tried to cheer her up and maybe that was her own fault for having high expectations. Roberta certainly didn't want Noah to be unhappy, she had only just met him, so she let the feelings go if only to be happy with him for the evening.

Picking up pace, she passed by a weird couple of kids, both of whom were speaking, laughing, and mumbling incoherently while stuffing too many croissants into their mouths. Normally Roberta would have laughed until her cheeks burned and hurt from smiling, but now she felt as if she was missing out on something far greater than the joy of laughter. Though they seemed happy and their laughter was contagious, the happiness didn't infect her like it seemed it had done to the others as she had let her boy problems escalate to an uncomfortable level and was so focused on forgetting them, she couldn't.

No, she wasn't going to be satisfied until she got what she wanted, or at least what she thought she wanted, and what she thought she wanted more than anything was to go dancing and forget the whole thing in its entirety. There was something about music and dancing that carried her away. She continued to push past them, all of them, and whether or not they got in her way Roberta would make it out to the edge of the dance floor where she her undiscovered dreams of being worthy of someone else's admiration might come true. Here is where she would face her fears, as her father said, "A smart warrior chooses their footing wisely."

With time escaping them, and the ball coming to a close, the warrior of a ballerina was admittedly more frantic than composed and slightly more anxious that the boy behind might reject her due to the blunt way she had spoken with him earlier. Turning around in a tight twist, she would spin elegantly and offer her hand to Noah, the navy blue dress bespeckled with stars would settle before she gave him an elegant curtsy and a pleading look. "Care to dance?" She would say in her gentlest voice. A voice that sounded more like a wounded apology than a request.

The invitation to dance was hopefully enticing to him, as she suspected that few would come to a ball alone and unwilling to dance with a stranger, but she still acknowledged to herself that he might reject her and leave her at the edge of glory. Would he leave her hanging in this moment of truth? She would keep her eye on the prize either way. She was eager to prove herself worthy.

Action: Asking Noah to dance with her

Mentions @Noah Page

♢Closed to Interactions♢
♢Interacting With♢
@Rafael D'Spacito

An eyebrow quirked up at Rafael's suggestion that he would expect more from Hogwarts. He did honestly have high expectations compared to Ilvermorny. Especially for a school that was taking care of one of his favorite people, of course they needed to have suitable facilities and events to keep him entertained while Rett was away. "I hope one day you can come see Ilvermorny, just so you can see how high my expectations are. I think you'd enjoy it, possibly as much as I do. But, you're right Hogwarts has continually kept the expectations high." It was amazing what the students could plan too, a lot of the things he seemed to attend had been created and curated by students while supervised by the adults. While the students were indeed a mixed bag of personalities, it seemed like the right ones tended to shine through. Like his darling Quidditch captain.

While the fights broke out and feelings were hurt, Rafael was the one to capture his attention. Rett's sweeping glance across the ballroom couldn't help but land on the boy's face next to him. He was truly one that had been sculpted by whatever God existed, everything about him was absolutely perfect in Everett's eyes. A perfection he could only hope Rafael saw in him. While Rett was overall confident in his time next to Rafael, hand in hand with him, there were times when doubt seemed to sink in. About how Rafael felt about him. About whether or not he thought about him while he was back in America. Rett would be a fool not to know there were others vying after his heart with how glorious he was. Not that Rett was exactly a hot commodity in his own school, but he did have his options on backup in case this trip was the one that broke his heart. While Rett saw Rafael's lips moving, he wasn't phased in to hear what it was exactly. It didn't seem all to important when Rafael accepted his offer to dance.

He gently pulled Rafael onto the dance floor with him, away from all of the chaos that was happening elsewhere. Nothing would interrupt this moment. With the boy's confession about not being much of a dancer, Rett easily slipped into the lead. Gently taking Rafael's hands and putting one on his shoulder while the other intertwined with his. Rett's other hand laid respectfully at his waist. He couldn't help but snort when Rafael called him mate. "Of course, friend." Was this some sort of cover up of some sort? He started them off slow, muttering directions of where Rafael's feet should go and the beat of the song before speaking up normally again. "Tell me, Rafael, do you kiss most of your mates? Or is that reserved for the extra special ones?" A playful tone with a bite behind it. If Rafael wasn't feeling the same way, Rett wasn't about to waste time with him. As much as it would hurt him to walk away, he wouldn't relive what happened to Johannes. Reaching out, with no reciprocation.

Mentioning:@Thomas Lestrange| @Marion Davenport | @Piérre Marchonné

While Thomas was attempting to antagonize everyone’s favorite perky blonde Ravenclaw, Maria took a glance at the other girl’s sate. The boy, who she was sure was a Quidditch player (yes, the broom gave it away) gave her a small smile when they approached. He seemed to want to stay out of trouble, and internally Maria wanted to advise him that with his choice of date, it may not be an easy feat. When he’d decided he’d poked the bear long enough her date “kindly” led her away from the pair. As they walked, Maria once again scanned the crowd, her habit of observing the room and hypervigilance keeping her on edge.

She half-heard his question, offering a quip in return “Well, you aren’t ugly-“ her sentence ended just as fast as it began and instead ended with “-but that thing is” mumbled under her breath.

At first she thought her eyes were just playing tricks on her - a small insignificant shadow gracing her vision. But it was not insignificant, nor was it a shadow. It was a doll. It was not like the ones she used to have, displayed on store shelves, made of plastic with an array of clothing. No, this one screamed evil . Clearly it’s manufacturer’s didn’t grace it with good looks but it was likely more for function.

And here she though her date’s inability to speak in coherent sentences was the weirdest thing she’d encounter tonight.

Maria saw the doll slip into the shadows. She did not know where it was going but more than anything she sensed it was not good. It wasn’t a trick, it definitely wasn’t a treat – it felt like a trap. Or maybe it was trying to trap something – or someone.

A fight broke out somewhere, only amplifying her distress. Brief images of a dark figure in a hole in the common room and a whispered voice faulting her for seeing something resurfaced in her mind. Would this haunt her in the same way that experience would? To this day she hadn’t spoken about the event, nor did she question it. But now, this seemed to become a pattern. See bad things, more bad things happen.

A gasp would escape the Huffle’s lips, her eyes widening. “Did you see that?” She would turn to meet her date’s gaze, his own already questioning what she saw and looking for it. “I saw something it ran over there. I think it’s trying to hide.” She would point to where she saw it, and in a moment that would make you question if maybe this recklessness warranted her a change of house, she went after it. The adrenaline made her ears ring as she tried to stop it from getting away, hopefully her date had the sense to follow her or get help. More than likely he’d probably think she’d gone mad. However, impressions on acquaintances did not matter to the young, impulsive girl at the moment. No, she had to make sure she’d not been “seeing” fleeting figures again.

ACTION: Going after the doll and throwing her goblet at it to keep it from escaping.

Abilities:
Sixth Sense| Evasive Maneuvers

Stats:

Stamina 7 | Evasion 6 |Strength 5 | Wisdom 8 | Arcane Power 6 | Accuracy 8

Roleplaying| Santario Martin
Interacting|
Mentioning| @Thomas Lestrange | @Maria Dee | @Meenauh Silmataurea | @Xailah Alptraum

Action| Looking for what Maria threw her goblet at

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[font=Monotype Corsiva]For your consideration[/font]

• There will be a mod post every Friday, meaning the next mod will be on December 11th.
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