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❝ Masquerade ❞

{ seething shadows breathing lies }

Traditional thing that Iseul is, he made a point of sending out invitations to every monster and supernatural being with whom he's acquainted the day after telling Damian of his masked ball. Each is written in a large, looping hand and reads:

My Dear Friend,

You are cordially invited to a most exclusive masquerade ball to be held at my estate on the next new moon. The attire is formal with a theme of silver and gold. My doors will open promptly at 8:00pm. Dinner will be served with music, dance, and festivities to follow.

I do so look forward to your attendance.

Kindest Regards,
Your Host

Iseul's calling card is included for those who may not recognize his handwriting. It also happens to have his address on it, as well.

Guests will find the house dark and sprawling, positively goth in decor and style. For those who know or know of Iseul, this won't be a surprise. There's a running joke in the community that the Fae is truly meant to be a vampire... more so than his long-standing vampire rival. Those in attendance will be shown to the parlor, the pocket doors thrown wide to the adjoining suite to make it something of a small ballroom. Musicians sit off to the corner playing with few breaks throughout the night.

The dining room boasts a long table with a veritable banquet. Though, one must be careful about eating Faerie food. Never fear, dear guests, for none of this food was prepared or even harvested by Fae hands. Outside, the grounds are covered with sprawling flower gardens, topiaries, and even a small maze of hedges. Lanterns light the paths since there's no moon for light. Both in and out, the house has many dark nooks and crannies and unoccupied to rooms to disappear into. All guests are welcome to stay if, for any reason, they are unable to leave at first light.

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As the host, Iseul does his duty, greeting his guests and mingling once the bulk of them have arrived. To the shock of those who know him, the Fae is dressed in mostly white and pale blue, a far cry from his usual black on black (oh, when will they invent a darker color than black?). His mask is a matching soft blue with silver. He chose this specific attire to surprise a certain vampire he knows.

Indeed, this whole affair is for Damian. Had he declined Iseul's invitation, the party would never have been held. The Fae only pondered the idea vaguely until Damian inquired about any plans. That's when the ball solidified in Iseul's mind. Why would make sense only to him. You see, he recently had a night-blooming garden planted and he much desired to take his... the vampire on a stroll to see it.

In spite of his desire to devote his time to one guest, Iseul is the consummate host. He mingles with everyone for a time, however great or small (even that human who someone managed to get in. For a moment, the Fae thought he'd have dominion over the interloper, but it turns out he, too, has an invitation -- one that most certainly was intended for someone else). Pouring tea and wine, ensuring that the food on his table is always just right -- hot for the meats, chilled for the fruits --, encouraging dancing and games and conversation.

That is, until he disappears from the party entirely.

It had been ages since he'd last seen his friend in person. So of course when he got the invitation he accepted and said he was bringing his partner. Then he dressed for the evening and put up with no fussing about his attire. His outfit and shoes looked amazing on him. Besides they matched his mask and the jewelry he'd chosen. And he was technically wearing outwear. Even if said outwear left nothing to the imagination.

Enjoying his charm that kept people from falling for his natural charm, he lingered mostly in crowded rooms with glasses of wine in hand. However when he grew tired of all the people, he'd go to sit in quieter rooms. This meant the magic given to him by Iseul stopped working as well. And the chance of falling for the incubus and longing to sleep with him or even falling in love with him? Well that increased tenfold when he was on his own.

Oh well. He supposed it just meant some easy snacks along the way...

Gaja's pleasantly surprised by the invitation. He's encountered Iseul a few times, but he wouldn't say they're much more than passing acquaintances. Then again, the host is Fae so he probably keeps track of anyone he's ever encountered in a slightly more than negative way. Be polite and hospitable in case he needs something from someone in the future. That seems to be his way, of so Gaja assumes. Well, he too might need a favor someday, so he won't turn down the invitation.

He arrives promptly at 8, clad in a jumpsuit of gold and white that mimics the appearance of feathers (he has such a fondness for them) and a matching mask. Beneath it, his eyes are painted dark and gold flecks his skin. Rather than mingle immediately, Gaja heads straight for a seat at the timing room table, feasting on the many varied meats available. He tears them apart with his fingers as if they were claws before popping small, shredded bites into his mouth.

Every now and then, he glances up from his plate and cocks his head around to see if anyone he might know is there. Maybe even a specific someone....

Edited 2023-06-06 22:50 (UTC)

Kellan knows Iseul because of course he does. His sister is very fond of Iseul's fashion sense and design. Some little renown comes with being the one who dresses the Unseelie Princess, at least among her immediate kith and kin. He wouldn't say they're close, he hardly knows the other fae. But an invitation is an invitation and it makes for as good an excuse as any to 1) take his sister to see her present favorite and 2) spend more time with his own beloved.

The Prince arrives fashionably late due to the Princess fussing over looking just so to impress her tailor (little does she know he'll be otherwise engaged for quite some time). He shows up with dramatic flair. The double doors swing open to reveal the Prince in messy, but regal attire (sans the goth stompy boots) and a simple gold mask to match the trim. On each arm, his beloved twins, Sumin and Suho.

Yes, yes, everyone pause to admire what a fine trio they make. Then you may go back to whatever you were doing before this distinguish group arrived (Princess in tow).

Edited 2023-06-08 23:20 (UTC)

How an invitation came into Matthias' hands is beyond him. He doesn't really socialize with monsters. But who can resist a masquerade? Maybe something exciting will catch his interest. He supposes it won't hurt to mingle with the local supernatural, sort of get a feel for who's who and what's what in the area.

No matter who he's socializing with, he's all smiles under the red devil mask that obscures most of his face. It's the exact color of the red velvet suit he sports. He almost seems like he belongs as part of the decor in this house. Almost.

He's never in one place for long, bouncing from the conversations in the living room, to trying some of the foods on display, wandering the garden, and even trying to solicit some lovely thing to join him in a dance.

The werewolf hadn't been given an invitation but he had come as a guest of another who had been invited. Given how he preferred to keep his head down in the modern world, he wasn't surprised that this was how it turned out. But that didn't mean he felt insulted or wouldn't use the chance to go out shopping to dress himself properly. He was a werewolf who adored fashion after all.

Towering over many people around him, he easily stood out. But he looked handsome in his suit and mask while doing it. Sam was polite to everyone he spoke with, definitely drawing eyes to him due to how handsome he was even with the mask.

He did seem to have a sadness in his eyes though. One very old and one that had clearly been there a long while. Still, he smiled and worked his way through the party, sometimes watching a certain demon across the room...

Snake wasn’t sure how he ended up with an invitation to Iseul’s masquerade, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance to see who (or what) might show up. He didn’t know anyone there personally, and Iseul only through reputation and speculation. Maybe he was just a very eccentric human guy. The only way to find out was to go to his party.

The invitation was definitely meant for whoever lived in the apartment before him. But, since it had no name on it, Snake wasn’t turned away despite – very technically – having someone else’s invitation.

It was obvious in every important way that he was just a human. He looked and smelled like one. He gave off no aura or energy that indicated anything but a regular, run of the mill human. One who was trying very hard not to walk up to every single attendee and ask them what exactly they are.

Loitering near the drinks proved a good way to strike up conversation. After a time, he could be found in the gardens (though by this point anyone with a keen sense of smell could scent a powerful creature had marked him). There’s a tiredness to him later in the evening that does little to dampen his enthusiasm to chat with anyone and everyone who comes near enough.

Felix was relatively new to town; he only moved there in the last four months. So, he’s surprised to have received an invitation to a party! Someone’s keeping tabs on their neighborhood! Well, he’s definitely going to show up in a cream colored button-up and slacks, an outfit to match his cat mask.

Once he’s close enough, he can smell the Fae and… a lot of other creatures, too! So this is a supernatural soirée. Felix wiggled his fingers in excitement. Being new to town, he really didn’t know any of his fellow creatures yet. What better place to meet on equal ground than a Fae party. They’re such stickers about manners.

Felix made his way to the back of the house first, slipping out to enjoy the fragrant gardens. After a time, he wandered back in for some dinner and even charmed a few strangers into having a dance with him. Mostly, he kept returning to the spread of food to eat his heart out.

Laurent wasn’t about to miss a party, even one thrown by a fae. They always made sure there wasn’t any trouble or, if there was, the fae dealt with it swiftly and decisively. The vampire only knew of Iseul from events such as this. They were hardly friendly, even if they did socialize every now and then.

He showed up in flowers and a matching mask, his beloved gumiho on his arm. It was rare for them to be apart after sunset. There might be a few moments here and there, but mostly he stays glued to Elyas’ side: walking arm-in-arm through the gardens, dancing, and frequently sitting at the banquet table feeding his fox various and sundry bites just to kiss him for the flavor of each.

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