A Winter Masquerade Ball (social)

As more people came in, Chesh stayed out of the fray since he didn't want to get sucked into a dance, he hadn't danced in years but still remembered the moves. He soon spots someone wearing what seemed to be a plane white mask and a blue dress, was strange since most mask are either have some design or themed to them. "Hey Jinks, kinda reminds you of that one poor Lumian girl. Poor thing, didn't know masks showed people who you truly were but hey, maybe the poor thing didn't have any masks and choose that out of a wim. Huh, this event makes me miss the days where we traveled around our home country singing in our band." While it was true, he refused to remember that and more focus on the people in the event. A lot of them seem to be chatting with each other but no one seemed to want to talk to him, to Cheshire that was a good thing since he had nothing good to talk about, but he think its due to his mask making him look a bit intimidating.

Sol present for the Masquerade as well since he was a vice president with a black dragon mask on his face. The childlike Ace was dressed very formally in Midi fashion with his form being garbbed in a nice black hakama and a dark grey Kimino top. The outfit was finished with a very nice haori which was a combination of black and white and the dragon had a glass of alcohol in his hand, he sipped it slightly as he approached Ada and he smirked a bit.” It looks like this is going to be a good night Ada” he mentioned as he stood beside her and watched as people approached and joined in the festivities.

Sol then started to move around and check out how people were doing, occasional stopping and talking to them before he spotted a familiar face and he approached Nessa. As he got closer he bowed his head in greeting.”Hello Nessa How have you been?” he asked as he took a sip of his alcohol.

Haraka glanced to the invitation one more time before tucking it away then walking inside. It had been a very long time since he had willingly attended something like this. William, as sweet as they were, was still a baby animal. As such, he was at home with a babysitter. The clam didn't know anything about any sort of formalities, events or otherwise. Harakas hair was tied the same way it always was, as was part of his native culture to do so. Until he had his ceremony, it would remain. That would never come though, so his hair would always remained tied up. On their face was a mask, the colors not being too far off from the remaining clothing. On him was a dark sapphire blue dress swallowtail coat with black pearl buttons. His cuff links were made of the same material, only having his family crest painted on them. The mans black dress shoes looked clean and polished, a dark sapphire blue vest underneath. The dress shirt under that was a pale silvery color, the slacks on him matching the coat and vest. The music playing was good and there was a scent in the air of fine quality food that tugged at his stomach. But there was no reason to feel nervous, right? And yet the food, it called... While he didn't talk to anyone yet, the mixed blood also made sure to not go for any of the food yet. That would be rude.

Aranea was wearing the blonde human appearance most of her new guildmates and most mortals new her as. She had a found a mask to go with the formal, one-shoulder red ball gown she had picked out of her wardrobe to attend this dance. Once upon a time this dress trimmed with hearts to match the natural blush on her cheeks, was the height of fashion in the Celestial Realm. Aranea had no doubt how gouache she'd look to any old friend she could see there wearing fashion  so many decades old.


With all these delectable mortals gathered in one place, all of whom were too dangerous to hunt or simply off limits because of her pledge, she figured this ball would be a good test of her self-control. The more she socialized with mortals, the easier, in theory, it should be see them as equals again. She took a deep breath, settling into the mindset she had taken on since joining WFTC, the mindset of one Lucy Van Pelt. As usual her own silver celestial key hung from a decorative chain at her hip. She headed in, deciding she'd start with  one of the few who knew who she really was, so Lucy joined Sol's side.

She smiled o Ada, the spirit still trying to formally meet more of her guildmates too. Nice to meet you I'm Lucy. It's been awhile since I've been to a celebration like this. Everything looks great.


Belatedly she followed Sol, the spirit stopping to grab a drink for herself. When she reached Sol's side again, he was already talking to the Fairy Tail wizard, Nessa. This was not someone she recognized seeing around Tolgalen in her sort time there. The letter of her pledge would apply to visitors as much as it did residents. The level of magic power she sensed in the young owman  took her off the menu as too dangerous to risk hunting,  pledge or not.


An excellent chance to test  her  rusty social skills with mortals. After a sip of her drink, Lucy gave an antiquated style of curtsey "I'm Lucy.. Hello and hello Sol, Sir. Is she from of our allies I've heard about? I haven't seen you around. I haven't been around here long myself, so I hope I'm not getting the customs wrong."

Yona's Dress:

Yona's Mask:

Yona Hisamori was actually enthused about the upcoming masquerade ball. She had learned recently that Adalinda became an Ace for the guild and that the alliance so far between guilds was going well. Yona has yet to meet anyone from the other guilds, so tonight was the perfect chance to congratulate Adalinda and meet other mages. Yona knew that over a year ago, when she had snuck into Onyx Moon by using the cargo hold of a ship, she had a long way to go to make a good impression. From trying to steal from the company, nearly killing Chef Benvolio, and a half a year of intensely studying poisons under Sol's wing, Yona had come a long way from the little thief, the child who used her latent grief and rage to make her way through life. Now, the girl had grown: at twenty one years old, she was a woman who had her brother back, who had found a new home and a new family, and who had progressed in her magical ability much farther than she would have ever dared possible. Tonight was the night where it all came together.

Yona herself designed her dress, working with a local tailor who dabbled in magic with clothing. The two had combined and replicated Yona's design until she was able to wear a gallant and unusual gown. The top revealed her collarbone, but overall had a high necked and long sleeved design. Green waves of fabric like enormous blades of grass overlay her torso, splitting by her left hip and opening in the back to reveal her shoulder blades. The green cloth sparkled slightly, as if sprinkled with a morning dew. The lower half of the dress was composed of white flowers, over-sized white lilies were the inspiration for the sheaths of fabric which rippled over her legs. It was elegant and it was Yona's style perfectly. She hadn't any idea what to wear for a mask and deigned that her Onyx Moon mask would likely get her in serious trouble. She was thankful when the tailor assisted her in choosing a gold eye mask with a cream colored base and sparkling glitter and flowers on the exterior. Yona chose to wear flats, not really minding being short, and not caring what her shoes looked like when nobody could see them anyway. Fully composed, Yona looked like a fresh flower in spring walking into the Winter ball, but she supposed that she enjoyed standing out.

Yona passed her invitation to the man at the door when she arrived, holding a wrapped gift in her right hand. She had amends to make on this night with the Chef, deciding that it was time to stop avoiding him and try to set things right. Over the course of the week, Yona had missed a few days of rest, her dreams plagued by the slaughter on the ship, one she was responsible for and her days filled with the rancid memory of the taste of blood. Just before getting the invitation she had become Briar, secretly carrying out a mission for Onyx Moon. Nobody but Johann and Kyran knew that she had a demon inside of her, but after what she witnessed, what she knew she was really capable of, Yona was making an effort to change that. Perhaps, after the ball, she would pull aside Ruvel and speak with him about her new circumstances. She trusted Ruvel enough after all. Still, no sense in ruining the ball for everyone. Yes, Yona would need to save that bit for later.

The plant mage made her way into the ball, spying the other adorned mages dancing, drinking and mingling about. She caught sight of Chef Benvolio at the main table, organizing and helping with the food. She made her way towards him before nearly walking into Sol, where he stood talking to two people she didn't recognize. Yona looked at him and smiled, "Hey you look good like this. The mask though, I think some of us know who you are.~" Yona gave a polite nod to whoever he was with, unsure of what to say to introduce herself. It would be really awkward if she already knew the person and just didn't recognize them because of the mask. Her light teasing was hardly subtle and implied that his dragon mask made it very clear just who he was. But walking in looking like a plant, she doubted she was anything but subtle either. Yona glanced up past Sol and saw a dark haired woman and Tamaria. She gave Adalinda a silent wave, reminding herself to go talk to her next. Chef Benvolio would have to wait.

It seemed that a lot of people had shown up, still it was a even and he had seen that the event also included the alliance members as well so that mean its going to be 3 guilds worth of people so it should be expected for that many people to show up. He soon got bored and went to the bar to order a drink to make tonight less nerve wrecking, he got his favorite Brandy with some silver vine sake. There was a woman in a very lovely dress and seemed to be a little more fancy then everyone else, he can't since most people consider semi formal as a way to dress the way they want that is still seen as fancy. He stayed a bit longer watching everyone dance, even though he was a part of this ball he kinda felt like a outsider crashing the party or someone looking in though a window.

Leona stood off to the side while sipping on her glass of water. She had quite a few concerns on her mind. She had to stop the cult that was threatening Earthland before their plan came to fruition. She had to get stronger so that she could stand on equal footing with other Guild Masters. That led to another issue... just because their power levels would be equal did not mean that her magic was as strong as that of other Guild Masters.

Leona wanted to interact with someone, but with who? She was squarely in West Fiore Trading Company territory. She was also too preoccupied with her own business to be much of a social person. The blonde watched as others strolled to the bar and ordered alcohol.

Leona was not a drinker. Drinking alcohol was a luxury the Tri-Council city people could afford because they were safe behind walls. Desert dwellers needed to be ready to fight at any time and alcohol hindered that ability. Water would be good enough for Leona.

She looked over the food and saw Haraka perusing the options to choose from. She was not hungry right now because she was too nervous to eat. This was the blonde's first semi-formal event and she was totally lost. She did not know how to act or what to do. Leona felt like a complete desert bumpkin.