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[|Yuan|~.:Ka-Fai:.]

Each table line a wall with an exact inch of their separation. On these tables lie plates lined in rows that gleam a rich cream color. To the side of these plates are the many forks, sthingys, and knives that lie neatly upon the red velvet table cloth. Sitting still and motionless are crystal clear glasses with not a speckle of dust. Maroon napkins sit neatly upon the porcelain plates that gleam a rich cream color, and sitting near the crystal clear glasses with not a speckle of dust is a single vase held in the middle of each table lining a wall. A single red rose soak in the single vase held in the middle of each table lining a wall.

The ball room itself wears the royal purple colors that hang on its marble white walls, and on the smooth polished floor a speckle of few people stand in clusters. Their mouths moving as they talk to one another. Conversing on the latest gossip of the city, and what are the latest fashions these days. Among these gentlemen and ladies are the many white suited servers who dance around the crowd with precision and expertise of a trained person in their field of work. The many assortment of food laying perfectly on the glinting silver trays that they carry in one hand, and only one hand. Their chins held high, and the Look upon their face; giving no slight indication that they care for what the gentlemen and ladies talk about.

Everyone, who is anyone, has come to this party. What party may you ask? Well, not even he knew what this was about. A winter festival, or Princess Hilda's birthday. Perhaps just a simple party to spend the occasion of the winter with a few people before they must board up their houses and wait out the rest of the grueling days of winter. Such would not concern him at the slightest, since he doesn't live on the surface. No, if he needed any warm weather, he'd just have to go to Triet. A place far away from this cold place, and may never see a speckle of snow. It is running out of mana.

A single little man stands tucked into one little corner. He isn't short, by woman standards, but the men who walked past all towered over the half-elf. This man whose bangs are usually neatly placed on his right face, seem to be brushed back and allowed the look of a rooster. The rest of his hair, which is usually held in a low ponytail, lay motionless on his right shoulder braided, and his pointed ears seem to hide themselves in his hair, as if they weren't. Like most in the room, he wore very dressy clothes. His own being a black coat with two tails behind him, the sleeves aligned with silver buttons as from his collar down to the end of it. His pants are white with a pair of black ankle shoes. Held in his hand is a crystal wine glass that he sips occasionally with red liquid that goes down his throat.

He did not need to get drunk, like most of the men who leave this party will be. By the Spirits, he knows that when he's drunk bad things happen. Nor did he need to take, too, many small foods to fill his stomach, or he'd be regurgitating them in no time. He will only take one from each serving boy and eat it as slowly as he can, taking a single sip of wine to help it go down.

Glancing around the room with his jade color eyes; he speculates at how rather boring this is--most, if not all, are. Snorting to himself softly, he recalls the last party he had been too. Like this one, it was boring and not as lively as it was at the end. Who knew setting the table cloth on fire could make the people bounce and 'dance' their way out of the ballroom. Actually it had been this very same ballroom, only a few hundred years ago. Back then he was almost sentenced to death by the king for that stunt, but who doesn't want his head.

At first glance, he doesn't look much. A small, weedy half-elf who doesn't look like he could even bench a 10 lb weight, but if someone were to look him in the eye. They would see a very caculitive and cynical look to them. A small twitch of his lip that hold a touch of a smirk. His very voice gives the impression of one aloof and choosing of his words. A small half-elf, but a half-elf that commands an army of over 10,000 men and whom is a Seraphim.

A man by the name of Yuan Ka-Fai.

Though from the looks of it, he might have to set another table cloth on fire.

"May the party start!" Yuan says with a smile, as he takes a small sip before returning to his silent nature and coming up with a plan. Which will no doubtly be shoved into his face, but it will be fun. That he is sure of.

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[Lien Rui ♫]

"Oh, I do love a good party~ will there be dancing and other celebristic aversions?" -pardonspelling-

Someone on the streets had said such an inviting phrase, and as a young man who happened to be passing by overheard. Stopping in his tracks, he decided to listen in a little longer, so as to find out the location and the guest list. Anyone was invited... and it was being held in a place he could easily reach. A party--a social gathering of people in order to celebrate a dated event, in which festive music and appetizing food was usually served. Music, he remembers. What a great place to spread the joy of music.

And thus was the events that lead him to be in the ballroom that evening; Lien Rui, playing his violin as the head musician. Others were there, keeping rhythm and adding depth to the songs in the back. The young violinist drew his bow back and forth over his strings in a gorgeous melody, one reserved especially for special events. Such a lovely tune set a perfect mood in the fantastic ballroom, full of mingling people and smiles.

Mission accomplished.

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[.Robin Abel<<]

"Aw, man, thssS SO AWESME..." a drunk wannabe soldier laughed under the influence. He was hanging out right next to all of the bottles of wine lined up on at least five tables; it looked like one of those carnival games where you get the ring around a certain color bottle and win a prize due to all of the different kinds of alchohol. Only, massive-sized, and the only prize is being drunk. And frankly, that was the reason he was there. To taste nice wine for free, and to get drunk. Because a place like this was the perfect place to do something like that. A party. And it was free. FREE. FREE DRUNKNESS. AND IF YOU PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR, YOU WOULDN'T WAKE UP IN THE POLICE DEPARTMENT THE NEXT MORNING! And his mother wasn't there. She was somewhere pretty far away, and there was no way he was getting hauled in this time. This was his day.

Already, he was pretty entoxicated by the alcohol and could barely keep himself on his feet. Hence the reason he was leaning so heavily on the table with a bottle in his hand and at least eight or nine on the floor. Maybe ten or eleven, if you counted the ones that were broken...

Robin Abel was having a ball, at a ball, in a large ballroom. That was the kind of thought that ran through his drunken mind. He's smirk at the pretty women that came by, trying to entoxicate them in his "looks", but of course that failed due to the fact that he was leaning over on the wine table like he was about to pass out or something. Definetly a nice night...


ooc//there's no established posting order for this thread. Your characters can either participate or just be there to be there. HAVE FUN, YES!

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[Zelos Wilder]

It was a party. He had to go. It wouldn't be a party without him! This was his sort of thing. Crash the party, be the biggest presence in the room. Be a host, chat with the women, have a couple shots of something good, compliment the caterers on food he actually didn't like--it was a Nobility thing. He just couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Clad in only his best attire, his hair braided down his back and his expression as sexy as he could possibly make it. He held a wine glass between his fingers, swirling it around a bit in an attractive way. He smiled devilishly to every woman he passed, and instantly they shrunk away, blushing. That was what he like to see. That was his power. Sure, he didn't have the fancy Chosen Angel powers, but he had the power of entoxication. He didn't need to get drunk to do that, unlike the guys he saw over by the wine table, about to pass out. Sneering at those pathetic masses of flesh, he continued to make himself known across the ballroom.

This precence was, of course, Zelos Wilder. Who else? He mainly just stared and chatted with women. It was kind of obvious.

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[`Kaiten| |Shinigad~]

A suave man stands near the table of wine. His own wine, which was not in a glass mind you, being sipped casually and slowly. The red liquid twirling around his tongue before being swallowed. The familiar hot liquid seeping down his throat.

"ahhh~ This is what I call good wine~" The Palmacosta soldier states with satisfaction towards the drunken boy next to him. Naturally in the bar, he would be the first one with large amounts of beer bottles scattered around him and take a while before dropping onto the floor drooling. Usually the one waking up with a major headache, and the one usually thrown into the jail cell.

Well not tonight! You know why? It just so happens that he is not going to get drunk but rather find someone to accompany him to bed. It never fun when your drunk because you don't remember. Not tonight! He's going to enjoy the many fine women in this rather large party, and by the Spirits! He's not going to get arrested this time!

Like usual.

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[Myuria Tionysus]

A party, something this elf hasn't been to in quite awhile. She was clothed in a stunningly, sexy, black, prom gown and opera gloves, her hair was long and flowing behind her. She wore a gold necklace and ear rings that sparkled in the lights of the room.

She stood at one of the tables that lined the walls a small glass of wine was clear in her gloved hand, she lifted it up to her glossily lips and took a small sip. Then she looked around, there were many different guests here. She couldn't help but think of her late husband and how he would be acting, mingling and having fun. He would want her to have fun and move on, but she wasn't ready to move on to another quite yet, but then she could maybe enjoy herself a little.

She scanned the room once again and saw a drunk, not uncommon at these types of gatherings. She saw another man by a table of wine and then her eyes then slowly drifted over to an handsome red-head, she knew exactly who it was when she saw him. She took another ship of her wine and then sighed,"Lets mingle."

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[Joseph Cronosi]

"Quite the party..." A young man said holding a glass of champagne between his fingers. His ice blue eyes looked around to each person in the ball room. He smiled softly. This young man was Joseph Cronosi, one of the Papal knights, well he was training to become one anyway.

He dressed regally most days but this day he could be mistaken for a prince. His long brown hair was tied into a ponytail part way, his bangs mostly slicked back except for some that he let rest in front of his eye. He wore a long black coat with gold designs stitched into it with gold cuffs to match. Under the coat he wore a red silk shirt and upon his hands he wore black gloves. He wore nice black pants with pointed dress shoes to go along with it. Upon his back was a black cape with a bright crimson inside, and upon his shoulder was his gold colored pauldron. On the same arm he wore a golden colored gauntlet with a few jewels embedded into it to match his pauldron. Needless to say he looked good.

"Well I do suppose I should mingle a little..." He said sipping at his glass. "Mmm I did not come here solely for the champagne after all..." Though that was a big reason, he loved it. Despite his affection for the drink Joseph was not one to get drunk, he had an image to keep and becoming intoxicated only bred stupidity which had been something he detested. He was not going to make himself look like a fool such as the man slumped across the wine table. "Tch, how sad..." He simply said as he passed the table not even wanting to stand near the drunken buffoon.

A few more people caught his eye such as a few half elves which surprised him, He hadn't really thought they'd show up to such an occasion or have that nice of clothes for that matter but anyone was invited so he would leave him be. Another person that caught his attention was the Chosen of Mana himself, he smirked it never was truly a party without him. He took another sip as he closed his eyes listening to the Violin, he really enjoyed the Violin. He opened his eyes and continued his mingling.