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The Moonlight Ball ((Edit: Time Change))

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(( No. I am EST and has to go to bed then cuz schoool))

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((No problem, I could push it back to 9 PM EST? Do you all think that would be better?))

((9PM would be brilliant, but I can go hour so earlier if other people need to make it.))
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(( No. I am EST and has to go to bed then cuz schoool))

 

 

((9PM would be brilliant, but I can go hour so earlier if other people need to make it.))

((I can't make it too close to 7PM because the Sentinels are marching, so I'm going to go ahead and split these two times even and do 8:30 EST, is this alright?))

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((8:30 EST sounds fine! ^^))

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Xerxes leaps up to grab the poster and pushes it into his victim's face.

 

"Read to Xerxesss..."

 

The trembling girl reads the letter, blood dripping from her mouth as she speaks in a sobbing tone. When finished, Xerxes looks up at the moon and smiles maliciously, exposing rows of jagged teeth.

 

"Excccellent..."

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Chirr glances up and down at the pinned up scroll, letting out a sigh, before thinking it over for a few minutes, muttering to herself quietly. "Maybe a ball would do myself some good.. Yeah.." She nods to herself, before striding off at a gentle pace to prepare a dress for herself.

 

 

 

((5:30(or 8:30 EST, I suppose)! I've got loads of time to get around to this. I'll probably be there. Hopefully poor ol' Chirr'll finally get some fun that she really, really needs. Very depressed little Mali she is right now.))
 

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Iatrilemar pulls out his newly crafted outfit and stares at it. His expression is blank and his body unmoved.

 

"Shi- hmmm- A shirt? Is this what I ordered?"

 

Slowly he starts to put on the outfit, slipping into the neck that seemed to cover up to his face. With a sigh he finished dressing himself.

 

"I haven't worn a shirt in 40 years it seems. Well then..."

 

The door to his room flies open as he strides out and across the streets of Lin'evaral towards the Malinor docks for the ball sporting his new attire.

 

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((credit goes to picklejar for da prettah skin))

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::Neci pulls her shiny red dress out of her closet, he stares at it with a wide smile, wondering if she is going to get asked to dance with someone. She lays it on her bed and begins to change::

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Hanrahan catches word, instantly rushing to throw on his old Red coat, comb back his hair, wash himself, scour the land for a cologne, and send a letter to the one woman he knows.

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Chirr pulls on the new dress, walking back and fourth across the top floor bedroom of her tiny house in Lin'evaral. Twirling slightly as she tests the dress, after that she walks downstairs. She looks through her chests here and there to make sure she's got everything needed. Then she gently pushes open the door and strides out, closing it behind her and starting her way towards the great trees of Leumaelin. She walks in short, gentle strides.


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((Skin by meee! ^.^))

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Khel frowns as he looks down into the chest, spotting the clothing he wore when he was a prince. He takes it out from the box and holds it up in the air, letting suspend. The clothing is flowing and elegant, such a striking contrast to his normal bare chested attire. Khel has to fight a rising grin as he thinks of all the things that have shaped him from wearing fine clothing to wearing things that flaunt his dominance, strength, and might

 

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Khel slides the robes over his body, almost cringing as he feels the shirt constrict around his body as if it were a snake. He pulls his collar a bit, allowing his bare chest just a few more seconds of freedom. On his way out the door, khel takes his belt with his two shortswords attached, not baring to part with them for even a moment. He walks the long journey to malinor, appearing quite uncomfortable and out of place wearing the wretched formal attire.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

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