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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jul 29, 2008 19:13:38 GMT -5
It had been some time since this room had been used. What with the castle's shift from Transylvania to France, and the subsequent disappearance of the resident vampires, it had in the main been left empty, and musty. Cal (and the assistants Krolock had gotten for her) had done an admirable job of keeping the dust and inevitable cobwebs away. Tonight, it was even better: the floor looked as though it had been polished, the lighting (at another's behest) a bit brighter than it had been in past years, but it made it...stand out more, perhaps. More of the details of the great room could be seen. Slowly, the supernatural guests that had been invited from all over Paris (and other parts of France and, in some cases, farther abroad), not merely vampires Krolock noted, but other denizens of the night as well. Some came alone, some brought guests. Scattered among them were a handful of humans, who were there only because they had immortal companion that could protect them from other, less human partygoers. He hadn't stepped into the room, not yet. He was waiting for just the right moment to put in an appearance. He couldn't help it--for all that some things had changed, he couldn't resist using a bit of dramatics for this occasion. He stood, silently in the shadows, watching as the room filled*
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Igor
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Post by Igor on Jul 29, 2008 19:21:16 GMT -5
Igor hovered by the door, shaking hands with anybody who paid him any mind as they passed.
"Nice to see you! Nice decolletage, very nice. Want me to take your coat?"
A particularly decayed-looking vampire gentleman handed Igor his coat and one of his arms in the same gesture. Igor, or course, hardly reacted, other than to mutter "Didn't even gimme a tip, the cheap bastard..."
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Post by Irene on Jul 29, 2008 19:24:08 GMT -5
*It would have been hard to recognize Irene if you hadn't already been told the vampire in the blue gown was her. The hunted look in her eyes was gone, and she seemed to have the glamour she'd posessed long ago, before she'd come to Paris. Her gaze was empty, free of joy or pain. The Waxwork Count had no one following her to make sure she stayed. Where could she go?*
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Post by Magenta II on Jul 29, 2008 19:28:13 GMT -5
*Magenta strutted in, clearly reveling in her role as guest rather than servant. She was now a full-fledged gothic heroine, and she intended to look the part (though the hat kind of ruined it.)*
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Igor
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Post by Igor on Jul 29, 2008 19:33:01 GMT -5
Igor made eyes at Magenta as she passed.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 29, 2008 19:34:33 GMT -5
Herbert was leaning against a wall by the staircase with an uncharacteristic lack of showiness, in spite of his newly made green brocade coat. He had his rams crossed over his chest and a vaguely impatient expression.
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Post by Magenta II on Jul 29, 2008 19:40:27 GMT -5
Igor made eyes at Magenta as she passed. *Magenta turned to Igor* "Didn't I meet you vonce before?"
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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 29, 2008 19:41:20 GMT -5
*Aziraphale appeared at the top of the stairs- (it had taken him longer to get ready than he'd expected,) and scanned the crowd for Herbert before heading down to the dance floor. He felt terribly awkward with all those... people around.
He spotted Herbert, surprisingly avoiding the crowds, and started down the stairs.*
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Igor
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Post by Igor on Jul 29, 2008 19:42:07 GMT -5
Igor made eyes at Magenta as she passed. *Magenta turned to Igor* "Didn't I meet you vonce before?" He frowned. " I think I'd remember- no, wait. MadSciMart, right!?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 29, 2008 19:44:13 GMT -5
Herbert heard someone mutter about "the live one on the stairs", and he turned to see what was going on...
...only to see his angel descending the staircase like something out of a dream.
He stared. He couldn't help it.
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Post by Maria on Jul 29, 2008 19:45:43 GMT -5
*Maria, decked out in a dress she'd gotten specifically for the occasion, couldn't stop grinning as she glided about the ballroom. Other vampires, everywhere, as well as things like werewolves and...wait, was that a SELKIE over there? This was fun as hell *
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Post by Lucy Harris on Jul 29, 2008 19:50:51 GMT -5
*Lucille, of course, was most certainly not going to be left out of such an opportunity. She needed to expand her social circle, after all, and what better way to do so than at a vampire ball? She noticed another dark-haired woman seemingly doing the same thing, though with less flair and subtlety. Smiling secretly to herself, she decided to show her just how it was done, and mingled *
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Post by Johannes on Jul 29, 2008 20:36:24 GMT -5
Johannes sauntered in with a raised eyebrow, there were some there older than him, some very old...
Ick
And some very young. He took note of the garish costumes and giggled, he was wearing a black suit with some frills, but nothing terribly outlandish.
He still looked dashing.
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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 29, 2008 20:40:41 GMT -5
Herbert heard someone mutter about "the live one on the stairs", and he turned to see what was going on... ...only to see his angel descending the staircase like something out of a dream. He stared. He couldn't help it. *Completely unaware that this was something that could be considered a Moment, Aziraphale caught Herbert's staring and waved sheepishly. He felt a complete fool in all this finery, and he certainly didn't fit in with this crowd at all. Oh well. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he approached Herbert.* "Isn't this a lovely party!"
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Post by Susan on Jul 29, 2008 20:55:19 GMT -5
*Susan's personality did not go well with her outfit, but it was an unwritten rule that you couldn't get into a vampire ball without cleavage. She stayed close by Alfred, for his safety rather than hers. She also carried a cane which concealed a poker. It never hurt to be prepared. Even if she hadn't been a vampire's date, no one would have bothered a girl with reverse-Sweeney hair.*
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