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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 6:17:11 GMT
Morgan entered the ball room of the palace wearing a red and black dress and mask. She was still a little shell shocked that everything had gone off without a hitch as far as her wedding ceremony with Abaigael went. However, she was extremely pleased with the events of the day so far. And she was hopeful that the masquerade would prove to be a good idea. She took a deep breath and walked across the ball room to the musicians who had just finished setting up. At the moment she was the only one in the ball room, but she figured that would probably change soon. So she requested they begin playing one of her personal favorite love ballads. A smile curved her lips when they agreed and she turned to walk back across the room, stopping at the long table that had been set up for her an Abaigael to sit at should they get tired of dancing. There were other tables lined against the walls for the guests who chose to attend the masquerade. Aside from the long table, no one really had an assigned seat. |
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 25, 2014 6:51:47 GMT
Lorcan moved quietly into the ballroom, feeling rather ridiculous. The mask felt suffocating on his face, and his ‘fancy’ clothing felt scratchy and out of place. If anybody saw him they might just agree; he was walking as if he’d rather be wearing armor and a sword than masquerade clothes, but he figured eventually it would be fun; there was sure to be alcohol of some sort. He would tug lightly at his vest before heaving out a long sigh, vowing to himself that he would try to look less put out by being here. And so he forced a broad smile onto his face and straightened his posture, lifting his head like the captain he was supposed to be. He only noticed one other person in the room at the moment, and the woman didn’t really intrigue him. She could only be one of a very few amount of people for as tall as she was, and he doubted that many of those people would find pleasure in speaking with him. So he would move over towards a wall, leaning back against it and watching the entrances for who he might be able to pick out as his King, hoping that gaining his company might make this whole thing a tad bit more bearable.
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Post by Moira Coughlan on Jul 25, 2014 6:52:24 GMT
Walked in not to much longer after her sister. She knew who Morgan was off the bat but that was just the creepy twin intuition. She was decked out in a pretty showy black dress lined with raven feathers. Her mask showed off that macabre-esque vibe, as well as her shoulder pads. She had a little too much fun it seemed with masked creatures and dressed up as something as opposed to just bearing a mask and pretty dress. Her dress was also much more risky for the virgin queen than what she actually wanted. But the tailors caught wind of the single King(s) in the crowd. One mainly the Eastern King. She ran her hand down her side and sighed a little as she moved up to Morgan. "Are you sure this was a good idea?" She'd say to her sister with a smile. "I do hope Abi doesn't get confused by which is which." They being the same height and had the same voice almost. Moira then would place her hand against her sister's arm. "It was a lovely wedding. I am thrilled to say it went on beautifully.. Mother and Father would be proud." Because in reality.. Moira and their parents had known Morgan wasn't set for a man. But their parents still happened to send their woman-loving daughter out to the King of the South. Nonetheless she was excited to finally meet her sister in law formally aside from seeing the pretty thing while sitting in the pews across the aisle from Connall. She had watched him a bit during the ceremony but otherwise her eyes were glued to her sister and sister in law. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 7:01:48 GMT
Conn walked into the ball room, tugging at the sleeves of the tunic that his servants had forced him to wear. No peasant clothing for this event. Scoff. He tugged at the end of the silly looking thing before he finally lifted his gaze to trail across the room. A grin split his lips when he spotted his "brother" leaning against one of the walls and he started off in that direction. "Ugh. Thank the gods I'm not the only one in this room that has to suffer with a ridiculous get up," he said in a joking manner to the other man. He turned to a nearby table where he spotted a servant pouring mugs of ale and goblets of wine and quickly grabbed one of the mugs of ale. Damn he needed a drink. Without much pause he gulped down about half of the mug before he turned his attention elsewhere. His gaze traveled across the ball room to where he saw two women, one who was in a black dress that made her look like a raven. And oh boy. Whoever she was; she was absolutely stunning. A groan drifted from his lips when her head turned just right and he thought he recognized the curve of Moira Coughlan's jaw. Fuck. He tossed back the remainder of his ale and forced his attention back to Lorcan. |
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Post by Regan McElrath on Jul 25, 2014 7:05:49 GMT
Regan glided into the ballroom feeling almost as if her dress was too inappropriate for her to be wearing. She felt that it should be longer, that her legs shouldn’t be exposed, and that her shoulders and chest should have more material covering them. Those worries disappeared however, when as she entered she caught sight of a woman obviously dressed as a raven but wearing a much more exposing dress. She immediately felt better about her own attire and would allow a smile to dance over her lips, the eagerness that played out on her lips finding its way to her eyes as well. She would let her gaze flit around the room for awhile, trying to see if she could guess who might be around. She assumed that the two tall women standing beside the long table were the Southern and Northern Queens; they had almost the same build, though she couldn’t quite pick out who the uncomfortable looking men by the wall were. They must be some noblemen that she hadn’t heard of, perhaps knights or dukes. By the looks of them it seemed as if they might be of the East; the men of power there all seemed to look as if they should be on a battle field, though it was merely a guess.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 25, 2014 7:13:33 GMT
Cori tugged a bit at the dress as she entered, at her side was her brother, who was just an inch shy her height. But he left her to wander around and look at the crowd as they filed in. A silent smirk placed on her lips as she watches him walk from her. But she knew he was a young bachelor for one, and two he liked to survey things. She moved from him and spotted dead on, Connall and then almost laughed when she saw how awkward Lorcan looked. She knew them by the back of her hand.
The whole room who had known Cori from before would know her now. Her dress actually snugged her muscular form to make her look elegant and womanly though. But her signature fire for hair was strung up into Viking-like braids with peaking chainlinks. Her mother practically burst in happiness when she was told Cori had been invited as a Knight to the Tourney and before that the wedding and masquerade. Cinaed was sent there to spy on her make sure she actually wore a dress and didn't put the Frighil name to shame. Along her arm she wore eccentric armor pieces that her adoptive father picked out for her and sent with Cinaed as well.
Her mask was just to match her brother's and not something she actually chose. Moving towards the two she definitely knew off the bat she'd notice Moira and Morgan standing off to the side and Cori stopped midstride. Blinking at the Northern Queen's attire. Daaammnn Gurrrll passed through her head. But she smiled to the Southern Queen's attire. The dress was very pretty. Though not something Cori would ever touch. Her eyes dancing around until she forgot what she was doing and stood a ways off from Lorcan with her arms crossed as best she could.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 7:16:03 GMT
Kiara wandered into the ball room, mumbling under her breath about having to wear a dress. Not that she couldn't have been forced to wear something much more girly, given the dress that she was wearing, but still. A flat maroon mask covered most of her small face, and part of her wondered why she was even here in the first place. She shook her head and glanced around the ball room, feeling rather alone. So far she was definitely the only person in the room from England, and seemed to be the most under-dressed of everyone. Great. So she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. Not that she wasn't used to that; given that she usually wore what people would consider "boys" clothing. Oh well. Her gaze drifted over the room and she finally made her way to one of the empty tables. A servant had made their way around the room and filled goblets and mugs with varying types of alcohol, and a smile tugged at her lips as she realized that at least there was free wine, right? She shook her head and picked up one of the goblets of red liquid that was on the table that she'd settled herself at. She took a small sip and found that it actually had a rather nice flavor to it. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 7:24:08 GMT
Tadgh strode into the ball room in his best princely fashion. Ugh. His head was up and his shoulders were back. The shirt that he'd chosen to wear was princely without being too much so. His arms were bare, and the scars lining them showed plainly for all to see. However, those particular scars were more from his battle training than anything else. The scars that were from other things were hidden by his clothing. A sigh drifted from his lips and he gazed around the ball room. He was the only Scot in the room, but his gaze immediately turned towards the two men that looked like they felt uncomfortable standing against a far wall. From what he'd heard of the Irish kingdoms, he'd bet anything that those two were men from the Eastern kingdom. He wouldn't be able to place exactly who they were, but they looked the massively tall warrior type that was rumored to be most men of the Eastern Irish kingdom. For some reason he felt like he should go over and try to converse with them, but he wasn't sure how accepting they would be of him. For one, he was much younger, for two he was a foreigner. However, he did slowly meander across the room to gauge their possible reaction to his presence. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 7:34:26 GMT
Cador was probably the most relaxed person as he strode into the ball room. He had a semi-fancy shirt with a plain steel colored mask on. He was so used to having to attend these sorts of functions that they really didn't bother him anymore. His own king lived to throw parties; especially masquerades, and as the commander of England's royal army, he was expected to attend pretty much all of them. A cocky smirk curved his lips when his gaze landed on the two women at the other end of the ball room. Specifically the two who appeared to be twins. The one who was wearing the black raven get up made him stare for longer than was probably appropriate. He shook his head after a moment or two and let his gaze drift. A sneer curved his lips when he spotted the two men standing against a wall and he shook his head. They must be eastern Irish. And the tall, muscular, but much younger man that seemed to want to go over and introduce himself must be that Scottish prince he'd heard about. Rumor had it that most people, including his own father, wanted to have a piece of him. But from his perspective he couldn't see why. Because he's that kind of man he wiped the sneer from his face and strode across the room to where the assumed Eastern Irish stood. He couldn't technically introduce himself, but he nodded to both men. "Evening," he said in way of greeting. |
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 25, 2014 7:36:24 GMT
Esras moved carefully into the ballroom, his shoulders tense and a rigidness in his body that hadn’t left him since he’d been left alone with his thoughts after speaking with Moira. He felt out of place and undeserving; he should be back in the North, doing something other than here having fun. Not that he would be having fun anyways, this was likely going to be a rather torturous event for him. Which was funny, because he actually liked masquerades and tournaments and such; he just didn’t feel as if he should be given this opportunity after what he’d done. Nonetheless, he didn’t look nearly as uncomfortable here as the men clustered against the wall did, the Golden Boy had been born to adapt to every sort of situation, and thus appeared almost proud and natural as he walked into the ballroom, his appearance a lot different than his frame of mind. As he glanced around he spotted Moira almost immediately; there was no way that he could miss who his Queen was, and actually felt a little comforted that she was there. He would reach up for a moment to tweak his mask before striding towards the two women, figuring that they would be as good a company as any.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 7:45:10 GMT
Aeden strode into the ball room like he owned the place. Which, considering who he was, is rather funny. But. He's comfortable in his own skin, what can I say? He had, of course, recently received a pretty big shock when Moira had appointed him as a commander. It had been an honor that he'd never honestly expected to receive. However, something told him that he had his nephew to thank for his new elevated position. Speaking of his nephew. His gaze wandered around the ball room until it finally landed on the head of blonde hair that he sought out. Because; let's be honest here, there was no way he could not recognize the boy. A grin split his lips and he strode across the room, moving so that he would end up approaching from the side of Esras instead of from the back. "Good evening, sir," he said with a laugh and made to shove playfully at the younger man's shoulder. So far everyone seemed to be extremely uptight, but that just wasn't the type of person that Aeden was. He enjoyed fun, and had a tendency to try to make a joke out of almost everything. Though he did know when such things weren't appropriate; but this wasn't the time when they wouldn't be. This was supposed to be a celebration, after all. |
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Post by Ina O'Aohd on Jul 25, 2014 7:46:17 GMT
Ina moved after the English man. She felt on edge about him. His presence in total was unnerving. Especially the glance, no, stare he gave the Northern Queen. She also moved to the side a bit to see the Northern Knight pass by her. Ina smiled a little too him but she knew he had noticed Ina. Seeing Lorcan and Conn she moved after Conn to the 'alcoholics' table and placed her hand on him. Though she wore beige and had her hair up in a wild braid. She was still Ina. It was hard to not see her be Ina.
Her body was well lined with freckles and her deep claymore scar embedded into her shoulder was being shown off to the world. Not intentionally but that's what strapless dresses do. She looked around while standing by Conn and noticed the attention Conn and Lorcan both had been getting from the Scottish Prince. She would give him a head tilt, it was quite visible, however, instead of walk over she turned her head back towards the Eastern King. "So if someone were to ask me who I was.. What should I say?" No hellos, that was for nonrelatives. She just flat out asked the King what she should be titled. "Am I the Lost title or am I just a High Lady?" She had been so confused since she joined the court.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 7:52:53 GMT
Alana slowly wandered into the ball room. If there was anyone in the room that screamed discomfort without actually saying anything it was her. And her discomfort wasn't about just the dress. The dress was gorgeous, don't get me wrong. And the white color of it made her dark hair contrast beautifully. The problem was that she wasn't really good with crowds. Which was really half the reason that she'd been sent to court to begin with. But that's not the point. She had her arms wrapped around herself as she walked into the room, though she snuck in behind a girl that seemed much more comfortable with being here than she was. A frown curved her lips as she looked around the room, trying to determine if there was anyone here she could hide behind. She spotted Queen Morgan at the other end of the ball room, but there was also another woman and two men in that same vicinity. And. Let's be honest; she's not that sociable. However, she also spotted another girl sitting by herself at a table. Someone who definitely looked much less intimidating. So she wandered over to the girl in the maroon dress and mask and sat down at her table with a soft smile offered to the other girl. |
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Post by Sybil Burke on Jul 25, 2014 7:55:10 GMT
Sybil had done it, she lost Aeden. Big castles, who the frig thinks about these things? Not that she didn't yearn at times to be a Lady in the court. But the castles were hilariously gigantic. It was exhausting how big these landmarks are. She didn't really quite get why Kings and Queens needed such big houses but that was the thrill of being raised in a small home. Moving into the ball though, after finding her footing Sybil dropped her arms at her side as lady like as she could possibly pull off.
She noticed Aeden right away and moved sharply towards him. She didn't know how to react to a place full of royals. Nobles were easy, knights; easy. She flipped them over for a secondary job. So she felt comfortable coming up to Aeden and the kid he seemed to shove. She didn't say anything though. She stood there with her hair out and pretty steel mask she had forged against her face. The duo-toned white and grey dress gave her curves away. She was almost a perfect hour glass shape. But her arms were well lined with muscles and marks. Showing that she wasn't some mere Lady. She had her leather cuffs around her arms to stop eyes from following the burn marks.
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Post by Abaigael Coughlan on Jul 25, 2014 8:01:38 GMT
Abi was absolutely giddy. The wedding ceremony had been beyond perfect, and now she was all dressed up to attend a masquerade. Well not just ‘a’ masquerade, the masquerade that was in celebration for her wedding to Morgan. She seemed to blank on the fact that it would also be to celebrate her coronation, but it just didn’t matter very much to her. She was beaming as she entered the ballroom, clad in black and gold and hoping that nobody would guess who she was. She had chosen the colors because she figured that people would think that she would go for the opposite; more girly colors like pink and purple. As she strode into the room she would let her gaze wandering, dancing briefly over the guests before flicking to the long table where two very similar women were standing. She knew that one of them was her Morgan, but she really couldn’t tell which one. She would take a step towards them, though she was rather confused about what she should do. She didn’t want to walk over to them; that would definitely give away who she was, but she also wanted to know which of the tall women was her wife. She would bite gently at her lip as she considered her options before shrugging slightly and beginning to move slowly around the room, figuring that she could converse with some other people.
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