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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 27, 2014 21:12:13 GMT
When he spotted Conn approaching him and saw that the man looked about as uncomfortable as he felt he would grin, immediately feeling better about being uncomfortable. Upon hearing his "brother's" words he would roll his eyes, "You could have just said you never received the invitation," he would say with a smirk, though he knew that the man had come for the tournament. It was something that Lorcan had never understood; why would a man who'd been to war like playing games that mocked the seriousness of it? It wasn't that he thought any less of his King for it, he just didn't understand his thinking.
When the man turned to grab a drink from a nearby table he would let his gaze roam around the ballroom once again, watching as the space filled with people. Curiosity would shine in his eyes as a young man started to approach, only to idle nearby; almost as if he was too nervous to come closer. He would shrug it off, though, when another older man approached him and would turn his attention elsewhere. When his gaze flicked away from the man it would immediately land on a fire-haired Viking standing a few feet away from him. He would blink, knowing it was Cori though that fact didn't quite click. He was rather shocked, not having expected her to dress in something of the sort. He would swallow thickly, enraptured as he watched the woman. He hardly even noticed when the little Eastern Princess approached Conn and started to speak to him, though his attention was distracted when a man approached and greeted them.
His gaze would immediately shift to the man, though his face would darken. He felt an immediate dislike for the man, though he couldn't quite tell why. Maybe it was because he didn't know him and he'd decided to just waltz right up and talk to them, despite the fact that he'd been trying to appear as if he didn't want company. Either way, he wasn't going to be rude, "Evening," he would respond, not unkindly. After a moment he would dip his head, "Excuse me," he would mutter before making his way away from the cluster of men and towards Cori. He would blink when just as he approached another person did as well and called her a Viking. He would purse his lips for a moment before grinning and moving to stand across from the woman, "I've heard that Vikings like to dance. Is there any truth behind it?" he would ask the fiery haired woman, the question more of an invitation. He shocked even himself by doing this, though he told himself that he was just trying to have fun.
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Post by Moira Coughlan on Jul 27, 2014 21:40:20 GMT
Saw the expression through the mask and she gave a smirk like a 'I didn't do it' smirk. She definitely knew what Single King her servants were pushing her towards but in reality she had only met the man for two days. Though she would be lying if she didn't enjoy their conversations. He was also a tactician and it made her happy to be able to mingle with another. Nodding to her sister with a chuckle. "Well, I am sure how we act around her will make her notice who is who. Also our eye colours are different" She would give a nod. With an eye roll though. "Of course. You were never this sort of woman." She only teased Morgan.
Moira didn't mind it when her sister turned to the crowd. The Northern Queen watched as well standing at her side. It was nice to be happy with her. Both of the sisters needed it. They needed to be happy for once in their lives. Giving her cousin a look when she came up with a red haired woman she didn't know and both had given their identities up. A soft frown hit her face but then she would bow her head to the other women. It was only a slight bow though. Once her sister excused herself, Moira would simply nod. "Have fun." She'd say curtly. Then she noticed Quinlan and she'd give a chuckle at how Morgan targeted the Southern Guard's Captain.
Moira went to move when she noticed her Heir coming towards her. She stopped and smiled warmly to the young Knight. "Hello, who might this striking man be?" She knew him without a doubt. She would tease him. But then Aeden caught his nephew and Moira took a small step back with a smile to the uncle and nephew. It was obvious to her that he was her Commander. Though her eyes looked towards Sybil as she as well joined them. She did not know this woman besides the fact she was a black smith. "Hello." She'd say to the black smith. A little confused but happy to see a commoner among the crowd.
It was then she heard Renny and her eyes left the three towards her once lady-in-waiting. "Oh my. Look at your dress." She'd beam back at her and then looked down at her.. Massive amounts of cleavage. "Yes well.. I am considering firing some servants. Your job is always welcomed as your's if you ever wanted it again. You had better wardrobe taste." Moira was kidding. Really.. Well trying too. She had missed Renny so much but you can't blame a Queen who had been disliked by many women in her court for being married to Cahir. Renny had been her only female friend. Well aside from her Grand Duchess and a few other servants.
Upon glancing to the other group with a smile to maintain her acknowledgements she noticed Connall. She tensed for a bit, but if they locked eye contact she would smile at him. Then look back to her Northerners fondly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 3:14:34 GMT
He snorted at Lorcan's words. "Yeah, okay," he said sarcastically. He had partly come for the tournament, but also partly because he'd been hoping to spot Moira. He knew it was pointless to look at her as anything other than a friend, but if he were to say that he didn't find her attractive he would be lying. Who wouldn't find that woman attractive? He shook his head at that thought and turned his attention to Ina and laughed softly. "For starters, you're not supposed to reveal who you are until after the unmasking ceremony. Secondly, if anyone asks you introduce yourself as whatever title pleases you," he said with a slight smile. He was starting to see her as an odd combination of a little sister and a daughter. Something about her made him feel extremely protective of her, and that feeling had only increased in the last two weeks or so.
His attention drifted for a moment when a young man walked towards them, but then seemed to pause as if uncertain if he should actually address them or not. Poor kid. He kind of felt like he should go say something to him, but that thought fled when another man approached them. Like Lorcan he felt an instant disliking for the man, though he wasn't entirely certain what it was. Perhaps it was the arrogance that seemed to seep from every poor of the man's body, or perhaps it was some gut feeling that the man was just..not right. Either way he nodded curtly to the man before his attention drifted across the room towards Moira once more and she happened to flash a smile at him when their gazes met. He offered her a smile in return, but turned his attention back to Ina and the unknown man. "Excuse me," he said briefly before striding the short distance to the young man who was joined by a much older man. "Evening," he said, though he was mostly addressing the kid with the multiple scars on his arm.
Something about this kid reminded him of himself. He felt like he could probably relate to the young man relatively easily. However, the man who had walked up and clapped him on the shoulder had a very distinct air about him that said Conn might end up close to punching him in the face before the night was over. |
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Post by Regan McElrath on Jul 28, 2014 4:09:36 GMT
Regan didn't notice that she had been joined by anybody until a familiar voice rang in her ears. She would immediately flick her gaze to the man, shock forcing her blue eyes to go wide as she realized that the man was in fact Teague. It was the hair; she would've been able to recognize him anywhere because of it. When he leaned in to say something about not telling the Queens what he'd said she would snap out of her shock and would immediately lurch forward to wrap him in a hug, unable to refrain from squealing in delight. "How did you get out?!" she would ask, resting her hands on his shoulders and leaning just a bit away from him in order to look at his face, though it probably seemed weird as she wasn't looking at his face but instead his mask. She had figured that he would be stuck in her brother-in-law's dungeon for quite some time, especially considering how angry the man had gotten everytime he'd found out that she'd been down there. As she thought about it she figured that his brothers must have gone to get him out, though she wanted to hear him tell of it. "And why are you here? Why aren't you with your family?" she would ask, her tone almost scornful though she was smiling. She was truly happy that he'd gotten out of there, though she couldn't think of any good reason for him to be here instead of spending time with his family. She hadn't taken him for somebody that enjoyed large crowds, and she figured that this would be just about the largest crowd he'd ever been in.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 28, 2014 5:00:16 GMT
She stood idly and kind of finicky. She didn't know how to really begin this perception of a masquerade. She'd be lying if she'd never been to a banquet. Actually she recalled being at a few of the prior Eastern King's. He liked her red hair. And her father being only 12 years her senior enabled her to be brought to many of the Knights' banquets. Some were to ship her off to other men though Cori never fell for it.
Back to the Masquerade, she flinched just a bit as the doors abruptly opened and a large man with a bear pelt walked in just after a woman with a pelt on her head entered daintily. She actually gave this couple the biggest smile she could. But when she saw Andraste approaching she would give the woman a warm and welcoming large smile much like she did to the Royals from Wales. When her well known nickname that Lorcan and then Connall began calling her she'd laugh a little. Giving the woman a nod. "Amazon." She would retort and give her a wide grin. Her eyes flickering though to Cinaed. Her killer blues matched his and she gave him a snarky look. So he wasn't that off with 'shooting eye daggers syndrome'. However a part of her wasn't ready to hear Lorcan's voice all the sudden. She could feel his eyes from a mile away but they had quietly snuck up on her. She saw her brother look between the two with a grin.
She calculated him and looked him over now that he was closer. "Not used to you in a shirt. It's been awhile." She teased him in response. Possibly gaining a quirk of the eyebrow from her brother. But then her smile turned upward at him, her teeth showing as she smiled genuinely at the Captain. "It seems you wish to find this out on your own even if I retort with a plausible answer." She would let him lead her to the floor. For once.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 5:28:32 GMT
He definitely gave a visible cringe when his father walked up behind him and clapped him on the shoulder. Damnit all to hell. The man had said he wasn't going to be attending the masquerade; which was the only reason that Tadgh had decided to make an appearance. Of course, he shouldn't have believed his father in the first place. And now he was seriously wishing that he wasn't stone cold sober. Fuck. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore his father's presence, which wasn't an easy thing to do, especially when he wanted to turn around and punch the man in the face over what he'd just done. His jaw clenched and his hands flexed into fists as he tried to stomp down on his anger. However, when one of the men that he'd taken for easterners approached he forced a smile onto his face and nodded to the man. "Evening," he said in a strong Scottish drawl. Damn. Now there was no way he'd be able to get over to one of those tables and get a mug of ale. Drinking was no where near the same as the herbs that he'd found to get him high, but at least it was better than being this sober. |
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 28, 2014 6:11:27 GMT
Esras immediately felt relieved when Moira moved to greet him, feeling better now that he had an ally in the crowd of people. When she asked who he might be he would laugh, immediately knowing that she knew exactly who he was, “I am everybody and nobody, my lady,” he would murmur, smirking, “But you’re definitely somebody,” he would laugh. Honestly, he didn’t really even notice her revealing outfit, besides to think that she might want to think about putting on a cloak or something; he knew that some of the men that would arrive wouldn’t have very much self-control.
Esras couldn’t help but grin when he felt something shove into his shoulder, immediately knowing that it was his Uncle. “It would be, if I didn’t have to worry about relatives trying to break my shoulder,” he would joke, shaking his head. He was just turning to shove his uncle back with both hands when he caught sight of a woman approaching them. He would frown slightly, watching at she moved to just stand there, not even saying anything. He would blink, his head tipping a bit to the side, “Hello,” he would murmur, trying to make his tone sound warm and friendly rather than curious, though it didn’t work all that well.
When Renny arrived at their little group he felt almost as if somebody had punched him the gut; she looked absolutely gorgeous. He would look at her as Moira spoke to her, letting his gaze drift over her until he finally realized that it wasn’t really appropriate and would look away. A low sigh would billow out from between his lips and he would turn to clap his uncle on the shoulder before turning and stalking towards one of the nearby tables, snatching up a cup of ale and tipping it back, downing it almost immediately after the rim touched his lips.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 7:34:35 GMT
He laughed at Esras's comment about relatives trying to break his shoulder. "Bah. If I was trying to break it...it would be broken," he said with a smirk. His attention flicked to Moira and he nodded to her. Normally he would have swept her a bow, but..ya know..masquerade and shit. When the two of them addressed Sybil he would turn and just then realize that she was behind him. "Er. Sorry. I'd do the introduction thing, but ya know..masquerade and all," he said with a laugh. His laugh faded, however, when Ranait approached the queen and he saw the kicked puppy look flash across Esras's face, despite the fact that he clearly checked the young woman out. Gods how he wished there was something he could do for his nephew. If it was about giving something of his own up, he'd gladly give up whatever necessary to rescue the boy from his heart ache. He would nod to Renny if she happened to look at him, but otherwise didn't feel comfortable talking to her in front of his poor nephew. When Esras clapped him on the shoulder before walking off to grab a mug of ale; he really felt for the boy. |
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Post by Ina O'Aohd on Jul 28, 2014 18:39:30 GMT
When Connall told her about the Masquerade, Ina kind of laughed. "Sure. But most of the people have noticed their closest friends anyways." She pointed at Lorcan who was obviously looking at Cori as example. Watching Lorcan's reactions for a moment she glanced to Cori and then back. She gave a tilt to her head as he seemed enthralled in the Viking.
When the man who she was hesitant on walking in after came to say his greetings to Connall and Lorcan, she sort of became Conn's shadow. Once Connall said to excuse him she moved after him to stay away from the creepy old Englishman. She didn't know where Conn was going really so as they walked she kept turning her head and looking around. She should have been looking where she was going though because all the sudden she felt herself hit something hard. Blinking a little she began to blush under her array of freckles. Placing her hand on the surface she noticed she walked into a human. A very tall human. She stepped back in a hurry and stood beside Connall shyly. Taking the end of her hair's messy braid and playing with it. "I.. I apologize" She'd say to the Scott she just collided with. Looking up from the edge of her mask she noted the sheer size of the man. She felt so tiny.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 18:54:26 GMT
Alana's gaze had wandered around the room when the other girl hadn't made any attempt at conversation. A sigh drifted from her lips as she reminded herself that she was here to try to improve her social skills. Besides; she was wearing a mask, and what were the chances that anyone other than Queen Morgan or Lady Abaigael might actually recognize her? With a shrug she decided to get up and wander around the room. Ugh. Everyone seemed so...intimidating. Or up tight. There were entirely too many men here who were over a foot taller than she was. So not fair. And then she spotted someone who might not be quite a foot taller than she was, and he definitely didn't look as intimidating as the giant who had walked in with the bear cape thing. She squared her shoulders and strode across the room, her stride almost gliding in the way she walked. "Hello," she said brightly to the man who had a dark head of hair and seemed to be watching the red head that he'd entered the room with like a hawk. She wasn't really sure he would pay any attention to her, given that his attention was already focused on someone else. BUT. She knew she was supposed to be working on this whole talking to strangers thing. And this was definitely a place to do it. |
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Post by Sybil Burke on Jul 28, 2014 19:42:09 GMT
Sybil didn't notice her until she looked up over Aeden's shoulder at her. The tall woman was Moira. She almost curtseyed but she didn't want to be considered rude at the Masquerade. So she said "Hello m'am." kindly. But it didn't matter. Her Irish accent was the sort that you had to go into the deep farming villages to find. Even the two words came to her as extremely Irish. Upon seeing Aeden standing beside his nephew she clued in why he had asked her, her age when he invited her to the Masquerade. She almost eyerolled at him when Esras said a Hello to her.
"Hello lad." She'd answer back and bow her head a little. When Esras turned from her to look at a lady in a pretty dress she tilted her head, now was the time for her to show curiousity. Maybe she thought differently but the look under the mask told her that he had a one sided love. The sigh unsettled him and he looked at Aeden. Then turned on her foot's ball to walk after Esras. She needed a drink too. Grabbing one as she stood by him and took a sip. Noticing Esras downing it. "Getting drunk might.. Do you some good but bad as well lad." She said and turned her body to have her back against the table. Holding her mug like a peasant. Not so much a classy lady; though she was a lady. Not a man.
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Post by Abaigael Coughlan on Jul 28, 2014 22:13:04 GMT
Abi had merely been working her way around the room when she was approached by a man who dipped a bow to her. She would respond in kind and curtsied sweetly to him, only to hear his question when she straightened. A broad grin would fly over her lips as she noted his outstretched hand, "I would be honored," she would say enthusiastically, gently placing her hand in his as she takes a step towards him. Honestly, she wanted to go dance with her wife, but it would certainly give her identity away and besides, it might actually be fun to dance with other people. Especially with somebody as charming and respectful as Nic McKinnley. She'd recognized him as soon as she'd seen his smile; very few men could boast having such a charming grin. Not that she could say that she was honestly attracted to him, but she would be lying if she didn't admit that it was very cute.
She was happy that he'd decided to attend the masquerade, he hadn't been to court in some time, though she had a feeling that it was due to the rumor that he was courting somebody. She was happy for him; she'd heard about his late wife and was glad that he was taking this step towards moving on. Though his visit could also be due to the tournament that would be hosted the following day; she'd figured that having the tournament would draw out more people than just the masquerade.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 2:06:12 GMT
When Cori had greeted her with "amazon" she had flashed a brilliant grin, definitely taking that as a compliment instead of an insult. Her attention flicked to Cinead when he said something to her and she chuckled softly. "I'm not sure your sister would be pleased with you classifying me as 'another one,'" she said with a smirk. "But, yes, for all intents and purposes, I am," she shrugged. She was also a vicereine, though, and wasn't sure if that took away from the title of knight any? The thought that it might made her frown. She hadn't considered that Connall might have knighted her because of her other title, and her lips pursed at that thought. Damn. Now she was going to have to have a heart to heart with the king and make sure that this wasn't just about her being vicereine. Her attention flicked back to the ball room when a tiny little girl walked up and began speaking to Cinead. Her brow arched, and she had to hold back a snicker. Something told her that the girl was intimidated by most of the crowd, and therefore had picked out the person that appeared to be the least intimidating to approach. Which meant that she needed to be nice/polite. Or perhaps she could just go patrol the ball room. Yep. Sounded like a plan to her. She nodded to Cinead, realized that Lorcan had approached Cori for a dance, and then turned to stroll off across the room. Her eyes darted around the area as she patrolled, making sure nothing "bad" was happening. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 2:15:19 GMT
He had thoroughly enjoyed the reaction, though hidden, that he'd elicited from his son. He knew Tadgh hated him; the feeling was entirely mutual, and especially hated having to act like he liked him in public. Honestly, though, Duncan Payne knew nothing about the herbs that his son either injested or inhaled on a regular basis. He didn't pay close enough attention to the younger man, and most of the time Tadgh seemed to be able to act relatively normal, even when he wasn't sober. Which, honestly, was quite often. Maybe that's why he couldn't tell the difference? His attention flicked to the man who approached them and he nodded to him. "Evening," he said in his own thick Scottish drawl. His voice was almost identical to Tadgh's actually. He didn't hear it from his perspective, but..it was just more proof that Tadgh was actually his son. When a tiny little girl literally smacked into Tadgh's stomach he forced himself not to burst out with laughter. Especially at her reaction to slamming into him. Instead he shook his head and his face softened. "Are ye alrigh' lass," he asked, doing his best to keep the laughter out of his voice. Duncan could be relatively charming to people he actually liked. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 2:30:48 GMT
He smiled again when Lady Abaigael agreed to dance with him. He absolutely adored this woman; in that she reminded him of the sweet younger sister type. When she placed her hand in his and took a step towards him he smiled and placed his other hand on the middle of her back as he lead her around the ballroom floor. The crowd parted to one side or the other respectfully, and soon they weren't even the only ones dancing. "You look beautiful this evening," he said with another charming grin. "I love that you're positively glowing. It shows that Morgan has done well in making sure that you are thoroughly pleased with the events of the wedding and there after," he said sincerely. "The wedding ceremony was absolutely beautiful, and I'd be lying if I didn't say I even teared up a little bit with the vows," he said, partially teasing. The other part of him was serious, though. He might be a man, but the beauty of their love had hit him pretty hard during the wedding. It reminded him of the love that he'd had and lost. "Just remember how you feel now if ever the two of you fight. I know it saved me a good deal of headache with my late wife," he admitted with a faint smile. |
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