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[Graded]Its all just a Masquerade; Halloween thread 2015
Topic Started: Oct 6 2015, 05:07 AM (580 Views)
Inara Serra
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.

Snow was already two glasses of champagne into trying to get drunk when she realized champagne wasn't going to get her drunk. She was more than a little annoyed, and so made her way passed the floor of the ballroom, sticking close to the wall to keep from tripping anyone. In a small alcove she found herself a seat. She was still working, she reminded herself sternly. She needed to not get too drunk. But she sat at one of the two tables there, and tried to watch the room.

There was so much spinning and twirling she was getting dizzy just watching them. A waiter came by in short order as she tried to adjust all the many layers of the gown and watch the place for trouble all at once. He was masked like the others, and his demeanor was exceptionally friendly. "What will you be having tonight Madame?" Snow had to think about it. And when she did the weirdest thing popped out of her mouth. "Do you have any...Minestralian Rum?" The man nodded, putting a gloved finger to his lips. "Only for you of course. I will fetch it right away."

Snow had no clue why she wanted the stuff. The last time she'd had it. . . There was a small pain in the dead center of her forehead, followed by a muffled "ow." She had..She had gotten so drunk she had... Another pain, sharper this time, she screamed a curse word to mitigate the pain, as if yelling would somehow relieve a pressure she was unable to relieve any other way.

She opened her eyes to see the alcove now empty, save for herself. Oops. She dropped trying to remember the last time she had had the stuff though. It was, apparently, one of those new found no-no's she wasn't meant to try and recall. So she huffed, even when the drink was brought, and she gave a quick thank you, and took a small sip. "You really shouldn't look so serious Madame. Its a party. Try to enjoy yourself." Snow hadn't realized the guy was still hanging around. Even though she was currently pissy, and more than a little annoyed, she was trying hard not to be rude. "I'm sure once I've had my drink, It will be fine. Did you need to be paid or...?" The man laughed. "Of course not. It's my party, after all."

Snow mentally facepalmed. She had just mistaken one of the richest men in Poinsettia for the hired help at his own party. She couldn't think of what to say to this other than, "Great..Great costume." And then she stood, taking the drink with her, and trying hard to find Sophie in the whirl of the crowd. It wasn't her fault she was bumped into by some tart in a yellow dress, spilling her drink, luckily she supposed, on the woman and her partner on accident.

"Fuck. Sorry! Sorry." She grabbed at a cloth napkin in order to try and clean both of them off. Once she found her way out of here, she vowed, she wasn't ever going to a social event again so long as she freaking lived.
Edited by Inara Serra, Oct 10 2015, 08:02 AM.
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They say that the better you are at something the more you enjoy it and the more you enjoy something, the more you do it and the more you do it, the better you are at it... and so the endless cycle of improvement was said to exist. Evidently, he had enjoyed dancing very much at some stage in his life, because no matter what tempo the band struck up, the appropriate steps flowed into his mind as naturally as if he'd called upon them on purpose and guided his partner with a steady hand every step of the way.

"My, you're quite skilled! Where did you learn?" His partner gasped as she was made to look like a much better dancer than she really was and enjoyed the jealous looks of her fellow ladies and the envious ones of the neighboring men with equal weighting. "I must confess that I'm entirely self taught", he said with a wink. Though this was the truth, he'd told it like a lie intended to impress her whilst simultaneously giving the game away and thus impress her even more with his wit and charm. He understood instinctively what he was doing as the words flowed off his tongue without hesitation.

His strategy was clearly working, as she rolled her eyes at him with a ladylike giggle and all the while they moved with each other like flowing water in time with the music... or at least, they were until a rude interruption brought not only their dance, but the dances of everyone in their immediate vicinity as well as a woman dressed in a familiar red dress fell upon him like an apologetic vulture and it was only after the fourth hurried apology that he realised that his clothes had suffered a mortal wound at the hands of a spilled beverage.

Surprised at the rather notably unladylike cussing as she desperately attacked the stain-in-the-making, it took him a few seconds longer than it should have to patiently bring a halt to her fervent scrubbing and retreating a step to ensure a safe distance between them. "Do you mind!?" His one time dance partner exclaimed as she realised that althogh he bore the brunt of the spillage, she'd suffered some measure of collateral damage. "If I can't get this out you can expect the bill!" She huffed before bustling away through the crowd in the direction of the ladies washroom.

That left him alone- if you didn't count the hundreds of other couples in the room- with the woman who had twice now put herself in the position of giving him charity. It was clear from the way she was behaving that she didn't recognise him- which was hardly surprising given that he was essentially a wholly different person after bathing and dressing in his current outfit.

But rather than point out his identity to her, he decided that there was no need to spoil the fun just yet. He knew how she treated the poor, but the truer and more interesting test of a person was to see how they treated those of an entirely different social class and right now he was uniquely positioned to impersonate. "It's quite alright, this is one of my cheaper outfits. I'll have my tailor replace it upon my return to the estate", he assured her nonchalantly. "But more importantly, are you here alone?" He injected just the right amount of surprise at the notion whilst simultaneously being aware that she'd at least come here with the other woman from the inn, though no man other than the owner had been seen as best he could recall.

Letting his eyes flicker around the crowd for a moment, he was disappointed to realise that with his dance partner's departure he was no longer able to participate in the dancing and while the novelty of his new found skill was still at its peak he wanted to make the most of it. "Since you chased away my dance partner, would you do em the courtesy of replacing her?" he asked hopefully. His old partner had been barely adequate and he'd managed just fine, surely this one could at least meet the same standard... right?
Edited by Fafnir Rakesh, Oct 10 2015, 08:10 PM.
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.

Snow was still stumbling over her apology when the woman in yellow had a small tantrum. She seemed to have gotten the least of the damage, but was still making the most fuss. More than a few of the couple's in the vicinity of the duo had stopped their elegant dancing to look at the small travesty which was Snow trying to, and failing apparently, apologize and clean them up all at once. She was blushing a deep shade of red as the girl stormed off. She would be sure to find her later and offer full recompense for any damage done to the garment. If she happened to think the small amount of rum which had stained the dress and dulled the hideous shade of yellow was an improvement overall, she wouldn't say so. Not today at least.

She could very clearly imagine Sophie rolling her eyes if she attempted rhe least bit of sass. But all in all, thus far, she was doing a pretty terrible job of blending in. She turned to the man, still blushing pretty fiercely. "I honestly am sorry. It was a complete accident." He seemed quite nonchalant about the whole of the ordeal, even going so far as to say it was one of his cheaper suits. "Just the same, if it sets, I can pay for a replacement or cleaning easily enough." She meant it of course. But she didn't intend to push the subject. Some rich people got touchy when you offered to replace their things. She had no idea what sort this one was, but she didn't want to risk it. She'd done enough damage already.

His question, while seemingly all innocence, caught her by surprise. She quirked a dark brow, and offered a small smile. "I came here with my friend Sophie. But I believe you're asking if I have a date. To which the answer is no." She didn't elaborate on why it was a no, or the fact that his surprise seemed like a slight exaggeration. She was, for all intents and purposes, back to square one where social skills with the opposite sex were concerned. And being herself, she found nothing even the slightest bit remarkable in that fact. Vanity had never been her strongsuit.

She would have turned to go then, but his next question actually very much surprised her, and she winced slightly, and visibly. Shit. It was more the way he phrased it than anything. She had deprived him of his partner. So now, she supposed by social etiquette standards, she was obliged to fill his request. "I am a really really bad dancer." She tried this first, wanting to warn him what he was getting himself into. "I can try but I'm not...It's not something I ever learned you see." which was not a lie. Still, if he insisted, she would simply down the small amount of rum left in the glass in one go, and then set the glass on the trey of a passing [actual] waiter.

"Don't say I didn't warn you is all." And then she would take his hand for the next dance as the band struck it up.
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Fafnir Rakesh
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"Oh come now, I'm sure you can't be that bad", he brushed aside her preemptive warning with a roll of his eyes and a brief chuckle. As she placed her hand in his he closed his fingers and drew her towards him as the brief interval between songs ended and the band struck up a song the likes of which few in the room had ever heard before and fewer still had any idea how they were meant to dance to it. The tempo was overwhelming with both speed, power and intensity but as the song picked up, he felt the familiar sensation of not just his hands and feet but his entire body moving of its own accord as knowledge flowed into him and he acted upon it with practiced ease.



In the midst of several hundred stunned guests, two people and two people alone could be seen to be moving and as more and more eyes were drawn to them a space began to clear, for this was a sight none had seen before and perhaps never would again. A man dressed little better than a butler and a stunning woman in red were moving in ways that provoked the imagination and transcended the limits that they'd never realised until now had been applied to dance as an both an art form and a means of entertainment.

Snow was indeed horrible at dancing, it took him no more than ten seconds to realise that she'd flattered herself even with the warning she'd already given him. What she should have said was that she had the coordination of a dizzy wombat when it came to dancing. But he knew- though he couldn't explain how- that having a knowledgeable partner could make even the most terrifyingly painful of experiences not only less horrible, but also enjoyable. In other words, it was up to him to guide her in her first time dancing to such music so that she could look back on it fondly and without regret.

Changing his grip on his partner he pulled her close, then pushed her away and maneuvered behind her in a series of fluid motions that in any other situation would have appeared about as graceful as a one legged man at an ass kicking convention. But here, with the beat of the music guiding him the result was nothing short of awe inspiring as he continued to dance and contort and manipulate the limbs of his partner without her even realising that was what was happening.

To those looking on, she looked to be just as part of what was happening as her partner, though he knew from the look on her face that she thought she looked stupid, uncoordinated and probably foolish to boot. "You weren't lying about your abilities, but just relax... this is probably the ideal dance for someone of your... caliber", he told her quietly before the song picked up its impossibly quick tempo even higher and talking became impossible.

Though as he pushed himself further, he noticed that many around them had begun to dance, their movements crude imitations of his own, but nobody was in a position to judge and as even the most stalwart traditionalists caved in to this new fad they actually began to enjoy it and by the time the song was halfway done the entire dance floor was a chaotic mosh of sweaty, well dressed flailing bodies.
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.

Snow tried hard to not make another face as the man seemed to think she would end up just fine in the end. It was with a look of surprise on her face that the band struck up some weird as hell song. It didn't sound like it was something to be danced to, and for a moment she harbored a small hope that he would just decide to sit this one out.

No such luck.

He was a good partner, a damn good one actually. For even though she felt exceptionally stupid, standing in the middle of the crowd of onlookers yet again (she just loved being stared at holy gods), he started to move. Not just himself but her as well. To anyone looking on, it appeared as though she were joining in this ridiculous dance, and doing a fine job of it. But, try as she might, she still ended up blushing quite a lot. He didn't have to be quite that close surely? Or put his hand on her waist just there?

Snow made a face at his comment. "I tried to warn you... And I don't have a "caliber." I have... Nada." And now she found herself laughing, much to her own surprise. His comment, while it could be construed as hateful by some, had been gentlemanly in the extreme really. She was horrid at this, and he was still trying to give her some sense of credibility.

Of course now it picked up in tempo, and she didn't have the breath, despite not being the one in control, to speak or laugh or do much but hope she didn't get dizzy and fall over. Stick her in a forest with a bow and she was the epitome of grace. Put her on a dance floor and she was likely to trip and kill herself. Such irony. It wasn't lost on her either. She knew she was being made to look like she knew what she was doing. And she was happy he seemed to be saving her, but more probably himself in all honesty, from embarrassment. Somewhere above on a balcony Snow caught a glimpse of a floating bit of purple. On the next turn she saw Sophie, raising her glass with a smile.

The people around them were attempting to emulate the person spinning her around, and her as well, for some reason. She found herself giggling at that, and her face flushed with actual exertion instead of embarrassment for a moment. It was ok to have a little fun, she conceded. And even though she fully expected to be abandoned by her partner shortly following the end of the song, she had no intention of not enjoying the moment. It wasn't as though she could even begin to blame him.

When the song at last drew to a close, she found herself standing breathless in the center of the ballroom. She laughed a little again, the smile lighting her face as it often did when it was a true one, and turning her usually cold beauty into something else. When she at last got her breath back she spoke. "Thank you. I. Actually enjoyed that. I'm still quite sorry I am so bad at this." She was in the middle of looking for the nearest exit from the dance floor when the people around them decided to make a wall of applause. Snow smiled at her partner and joined in his praise, clapping loudly. When people finally started to go back to dancing, it was a slow one. And she had the oddest sense of deja vu as she looked at the mask. She shook her head as if to clear it.

Clearing her throat she smiled again. "Probably best if you don't attempt to perform a second miracle tonight." Then she winked and and turned to look for a safe way to leave the swirling crowd of people.
Edited by Inara Serra, Oct 11 2015, 03:50 PM.
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Though she may not have realised it, but the time the music died down he'd stopped guiding her movements entirely. Granted, this was not a style of dance in the same way that ballroom or hip hop or tap was, but it was still a style in its own right and it took a certain amount of practice or natural talent. She seemed to have a little of the former, though it would do her precious little good after tonight he thought with a grin. "I'm glad to hear it", he replied politely as she thanks him and began looking for a path that could free her from the dance floor that she clearly hadn't fallen in love with from one not-horrible experience. "I should be the one thanking you", he added as she turned her back to him and if she turned back at this remark, she would find that he'd already been swallowed by the crowd.

As he made his way through the crowd, he soon realised that after that last number his excitement for dancing had faded. It wasn't that he'd grown bored of dancing altogether, rather just that he'd had his fill of that particular activity for the time being. Speaking of which, he'd worked up a light sweat during that last routine and now found himself quite thirsty. He'd spotted a bar on the first floor, but that was on the other side of the rather crowded room and so he instead opted to investigate the upper floors.

Making his way up the stairs, he realised that he'd become something of a minor celebrity with those who had seem him in action and were able to tell him apart from the butlers patrolling the mansion with drinks and finger food for their guests to enjoy... which he certainly was. By the time he reached the second floor that overlooked the dance floor he'd left a trail of broken hearts in his wake in the form of potential dance partners as he forged ahead.

But he didn't even know what he was looking for or where he was going. He'd finished with dancing and he'd had plenty of opportunity to get drunk on other occasions, so what was there to do here that he couldn't do anywhere else? He had to make the most of every opportunity to make the most memorable memories possible. Well, there was certainly a lot to be said for the quality of the women that had shown up and there was one thing that he hadn't had a chance to partake in since he'd begun exploring the continent... Perhaps now would be the ideal time to scratch that particular itch.

"Well if it isn't Lord of the Dance", a familiar voice said and the way it was spoken made it clear that he was the one being addressed as he turned to see his most recent dance partner's companion regarding him with a glass of champagne in each hand. "You're alone?" She asked with an element of caution that he couldn't quite understand. "I'm afraid so, I seem to go through dance partner's rather quickly", he grinned in reply and the woman- Sophie, he thought her name was- seemed to visibly relax. "Well then, I guess you're fair game then", she giggled and handed him one of the glasses with a dazzling smile that seemed to promise more than just a drink.
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Snow looked back over her shoulder for a moment at the soft words. Anyone else in the crowd wouldn't have heard them, and they confused her. She didn't do anything. Why the hell would he thank her? She shook her head as she realized he had vanished into the mob of the crowd, and she moved in the opposite direction without much more thought on the words, or the man himself for that matter. She might have enjoyed his company, but she wasn't interested in trying to bed some jumped up lordling. In some of the excitement she had been caught up in, she had almost forgotten she was here to work. And as security no less.

"Well now. That looked quite a lot like you were enjoying yourself madame." Snow turned her head to see that the owner of the place had shown up by her side yet again. She didn't have much reason to find this odd, as he no doubt knew precisely who she was. "I suppose so." He smiled nonchalantly. "I brought you another drink, to replace the spilled one. It was a waste of such a fine beverage, spilling it on Miss Croix." Snow smiled and accepted. She didn't mind in the least being given a free drink. "Thank you kindly for your hospitality. Now. I was wondering, if you might have anything to say on the matter of ... some rumors going round that there are odd disappearances here on Halloween?" She liked the man well enough, but she didn't know him well enough to trust him. So while her face was all pleasantry and accommodation, her tone held a note of steel.

He looked slightly surprised, the crimson shaded eyes widening slghtly. "I had no real idea that there were such rumors I'm afraid." He looked politely confused, so much so that Snow was a little suspicious. But she changed her very demeanor slightly in order to compensate for this. "Oh silly me. Just wanting a few ghost stories on a night like this." Their host's smile was less warm now, but he still made the attempt. If its ghost stories you want...." He leaned in close, entirely too close for comfort on Snow's part. "There's a room in the back that caters to one's every desire. I'm sure a story or two wouldn't be out of the question." He had dropped his voice to a seductive purr. Snow had to wipe the look of disgust from her face as he straightened. She answered with a simple nod and a wink before he disappeared again.

She counted to twenty after he left, making sure he had vanished into the crowd. She then poured her drink in the nearest planter, and went in search of Sophie. She removed the mask as she walked, purpose and grace actually present in her again. She was always her best self when she was in the middle of a hunt. Of course, she found Sophie draping herself quite happily over Snow's former dance partner. Snow tried clearing her throat, and when that got zero attention she moved closer, laying a hand on Sophie's shoulder and turning her sharply. "Honey. We have to...Slip out of these dresses." Snow made an attempt at nonchalance as she spoke, but she probably failed miserably.

Sophie, not one to be stupid, smiled sweetly at Snow and leaned in close. "Are you sure it needs to be now love? Can't you wait juust a tiny bit?" Snow tried hard not to grind her teeth together. Instead she replied in the most ridiculous and breathless voice she could muster, "I need to get out of this dress now." Goddamn Sophie and her silly gamed. Though Snow had, to be fair, started this one. "Come on then." Snow walked about three paces away, ignoring that she was slightly annoyed Sophie had been draped all over the guy she had danced with. No need for all that. She didn't even know him.

"Where?" All pretense had dropped from Sophie's voice, and she was all business now. "He said something about a back room which caters to the desires of whoever goes in. I found that quite interesting. Thought we should have a look." Sophie nodded and they continued on, not really paying attention to the man from before or his whereabouts. The fact that Sophie was pouting at having to leave him behind was obvious. "Seriously. You can find him later and bang his brains out. We have work to do first."

"Fiiiiine. Party pooper."
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One drink had turned into three and idle conversation had turned into something a little more... involved when Sophie's companion, Snow, had sought her our and dragged her away. It was a shame, for things had been progressing rather well in his desired direction, but there was no helping it as he gave an idle wave to the women as they hurried off through the crowd. They hadn't been gone for more than five minutes when he felt a sudden chill run down his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck that was something akin to fear.

Thoroughly confused by this sensation and the apparent lack of any cause for fear he turned slowly on the spot as the sensation dulled but didn't fade, like a steady pressure at the base of his neck and then the words he was looking for came to mind. Killing intent. It wasn't directed at him, he knew that much, but he also knew that its source was both very close by and also very strong. So strong that he instinctively knew that someone was going to die. Soon.

Feeling a thrill as his curiosity ignited, his eyes roamed the faces of the crowd for any outward sign of what his senses were telling him, but he couldn't see anything amiss. Then he looked up at the ceiling which was actually the floor of the balcony above and that the Killing intent that he felt could very well be coming from- "KYAAAAA"- above... A woman's scream from somewhere on the floor above was followed shortly thereafter by more screams and then a dull roar as a ripple of confusion, fear and geenral unease swept through the entire room and all of its occupants. Except for one, who was at that moment sprinting up the steps two at a time to see what was going on.

He arrived on the third floor landing to see an unusually tight knot of people. Upon forcing his way through he quickly found the source of the disturbance as a young woman lay flat on her back, glassy eyes starring lifelessly at the ceiling whilst a growing pool of crimson liquid gathered beneath her, the source quickly identifiable as a gaping wound on the left side of her neck. He could hear sobs from amidst the crowd as well as the occasional retch, but he felt oddly calm. Apparently he was used to such gruesome scenes- or at least not disturbed by them.

In fact, rather then experiencing any grief or pity or even fear, his eyes were again scanning the crowd for any sign of the one who had done this. However, the sensation of killing intent had vanished shortly after the woman had screamed, suggesting that either the murderer was already gone, or had blended seamlessly into the crowd. Though as his eyes fell upon the hideous wound on her neck he had to wonder what manner of weapon had been used. It looked for all the world like a savage animal had torn out her throat, but that couldn't be right... could it?
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Snow and Sophie had been almost through the giant double doors which led to the back room when the screaming started. With a quick look at one another, they moved back toward the sounds, Snow scenting blood before they reached anywhere near the balcony. She squinted, letting Sophie go up alone while she looked for anyone who might be ... Less than worried about the oddity upstairs. She didn't have to see what had happened. She knew someone was dead. The smell of blood was entirely too strong for them to have survived.

No one stood out. She huffed, angry. They had been meant to stop such nonsense. And now she was torn between acting like a normal guest, and acting like herself. She hated missions. She hated Halloween. She hated how very very complicated this shit kept getting. What's more, Sophie was coming down the stairs already. She was slightly paler than she should have been. But more than that, she was cold looking. So it had been bad. "Ser anything?" Snow shook her head. "Should I go have a look?" Sophie nodded once. Apparently her friend wasn't in the mood to recount her tale.

Snow moved up the steps slowly, trying to avoid people who were coming down. It seemed the woman had been killed in the midst of the party. Not the best move of a killer really. Snow turned her head from side to side, examining closely. Most of the guests had moved away, so she didn't need to hide her interest in the body. She took a tablecloth cover, on pretense of hiding the dead woman and saving her some dignity, and began slowly to cover her. As she did so, she found that there was a gaping wound in her throat.

Not only that but she smelled...Wrong. Not like someone newly dead precisely. And while there was a rather large pool of blood under her, Snow knew from experience it was far less than should have come from a wound that size in a major artery. So...Where did the blood go? She finished covering the woman after only a moment, these details gathered quickly and seamlessly. She wondered if perhaps this would end the night's festivities, and it might have. If not for their rather quick thinking host.

"And that my dear ladies and gentlemen, was the first prank of our Halloween night! To those of you with weak stomachs, I do apologize. My effects people were much better than I gave them credit for! Now...Let's clear away this debris, and keep the night going!" He had jumped up on a table to announce this.

Aside from Sophie and herself, she highly doubted anyone had gotten close enough to figure out if it were the real thing or not. She knew it was; could tell by the scent, even though it wasn't quite right. But she wasn't going to contradict their host. Not as people slowly began to either mutter or applaud. Though, as always when people were felt to be made the fool, the applause won out. No one was going to admit they had wretched on the carpets over a mere prank.

Snow locked eyes with the host for a moment, and he looked scared of her for the briefest second. As he should have. Her irises had turned a soft golden yellow. She despised liars. And moreover despised how lightly he was taking this death. But she said nothing, as a hand, likely belonging to Sophie drew her back go reality. She would need to stop him, but not just yet. Not until she was sure he was the only one who needed to he stopped.

"Don't worry. I'm not hunting him. Yet. Even though he's lying. And we both know it."
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He hadn't seen Sophie during her brief visit to the scene of the crime, but he certainly did see Snow when she arrived on the scene and approached the body- something which nobody else had been brave enough, or caring enough, to do- and covered it with a white sheet that he recognised as one of the expensive looking tablecloths. He didn't think of her as a warrior in any capacity, but rather as a bleeding heart who for whatever reason had missed out on dance lessons as a child.

So of course, he didn't realise that she was inspecting the wounds with any great interest, much less that she'd done so in connection with any ulterior motive for being here at this gathering in the first place. It was at that moment that the host stood up and said his piece, which was the strangest thing to have happened so far, because his words seemed to actually pacify the guests.

Puzzled, he looked from the host to the body- covered now though it was- and then back to the host who was all smiles and sheepish apologies to his distressed guests. Special effects? No, his every instinct told him that someone had just died and now it seemed that nobody in the room cared. Were they really so gullible? He felt an intense surge of warmth sweep through him and he realised with a small trill of excitement that he was angry. Angry not at the senseless murder, but at the fools who allowed themselves to be so blind to what was right in front of them.

In the meantime, he realised that Snow had been crouched down by the body for quite some time now and as the group of onlookers slowly began to disperse, he stepped forwards to see if the faint trembling that he could see in her shoulders was a sign that she'd been taken in and was now laughing at herself in an effort to delude herself or if she was sobbing because she knew the truth. What he found when he touched her shoulder though defied his every expectation.

"Well... I don't know who you thought you were talking to, but I doubt it was me", he chuckled and drew back a step as she turned towards him. Her words intrigued him both in their contents and their phrasing, but so too did the deep seated hate that came with them. In an instant she'd returned to her old self, which he now realised was a clever facade, but they both knew that she wasn't fooling anyone and for a moment, he was left wondering not only what he'd stumbled across, but also what she was going to after making such a dreadful slip.

Whoever she was, she was no lady and definitely not a bleeding heart as he'd first assumed. If he had to guess, then he'd have gone with her being a bounty hunter of some sort as the most likely answer. "Well, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your hunt", he said cheerily with his hands raised in front of him in a pacifying gesture. "I only came for the free food and drink and right now I think there's a shrimp cocktail with my name on it", he added brightly as he began to back away from her with a bright smile plastered across his face.
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