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WALPURGISNACHT BALL

Walpurgisnacht Ball
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For reasons lost to history, Daybreak Academy had been blackballed from the celebrations for a long time, and tonight it is the 300th anniversary of the disinvitation. And every year since then, representatives official and unofficial have made it a habit of ruffling the feathers of the Mages with tricks and pranks. While there has been a rule to ‘annoy, confuse - don’t infuriate’ for the pranks, as the idea always has been to make the Mages regret their snubbing not to anger them enough to lose their support completely. The upcoming date made it quite palatable to pull out all the stops to make it an absolutely memorable ball.
The host, Lord Carolmon zu Bechtel, is well aware of the tradition, and has stationed additional security, wanting to be the first to completely thwart the mischief of the Academy. This year, Lord zu Bechtel has set the party located in a vast crystal cavern system that lay hidden inside the Herz mountain range where it is completely inaccessible to mortals. The caverns are lit only by firelight to cast a dazzling array of colors and shimmer over the guests as they dance and walk across glass-clear surfaces of subterranean lakes to give the ball a truly otherworldly feeling.
One of the most popular “games” for the party-goers is Seances, thought unlike their mundane counterparts, the specters brought forth are real - but not in the name of closure for the living or rest for the departed, but for elaborate guessing games and prying into secrets that is not theirs to ask.
A. Planning + Entry
For a proper plan, everyone needs to know what everyone’s doing and where - it would be mortifying to get caught in someone else’s prank, after all! And for those who get tired of the preliminary preparations, there’s all sorts of interesting things to cause havoc with, in the crystalline caverns that lead to the main event - indoor weather, summoned spirits acting as servants, and all sorts of dazzling magical effects meant to entertain and amuse. All of these things can be edited and outright seized for your own purposes, with the right combination of magic.
Or, for those more subtle, you could always dress up and walk in like you were meant to be there...
B. Schmooze and Dash
Since you’re here, might as well take advantage of the lavish spread - but don’t get caught by the guards installed specifically to stop any troublemakers. But while you’re there, why not have a little food-related fun? As long as nobody gets hurt, there’s nothing stopping you from making food look and behave in some interesting, unexpected ways.
C. Illusory Ballroom
Mages spare no expense when it comes to showing off in front of their peers, and tonight is no exception. Due to expected interference, however, the grand crystalline cave reserved for dancing has been armed to the metaphorical teeth with all sorts of illusions and traps, meant to make it incredibly difficult for those who aren’t approved to enter from any angle. Such traps can be disarmed or turned to more nefarious purposes, however…
And for those wanting to mess with mages more directly, there’s no end of powerful figures with lavish displays of magical fashion and jewellery, including the host himself. There’s plenty of chaos for a clever prankster to get up to.
D. Call in the Spirits, Wherever they are!
There are seances scattered all over in little alcoves where the lights are only just enough to not trip over one’s feet. Crystal balls, bell, book, and candle are laid out on velvet-draped tables. Laughter and hushed whispers fill the air until someone hushes the group, to start calling down whatever spirit they could reach - famous names, even familiar ones can be heard passing the summoner’s lips. These mages are so focused on their mischief that they don't notice anyone coming in - if the intruder is quiet enough.
These seances have other effects that might prove irritating; those who are linked to the undead might feel pulling and whispers from one circle to the next. Those who are spiritually sensitive are more than capable of sensing such disruptions. And for the more notable among you, you could even find yourself abruptly summoned into a circle yourself, provided the mages are careless enough to cast their net wide - or particularly specific.
Though one little alcove is different, full of younger mages that are barely in their twenties, fidgeting and whispering, constantly searching around and the reason soon becomes clear - instead of a crystal ball, there was a magic circle laid out in semi-precious stones and inside was a hunched over creature that looked like a hairless rabbit with a wide, toad-like mouth and spindly human-like hands. It scampers from one part of the circle to the other, unable to cross the line, while the young mages seem to take sport in teasing the small daemon.
E. Wildcard
Have some other mischief in mind? Just for tonight, you’re free to prank as many mages as you can find.
QUESTIONS
Héctor | OTA
"Okay," He starts, "Everyone got a bag? Or a purse or whatever? These things should have about five hundred plastic balls each. If anything goes wrong with the holding enchantment I suggest dropping it and running."
He's handing out bags to anyone who hasn't got one, pulling it out of an entirely different enchanted bag.
"We're going to want to get these behind doors, under tables, anywhere we can so that we can flood the place."
C
Mage society is truly glamorous isn't it? Heirlooms passed down for generations worn on bold display, luxurious fabrics in rich colors that only the magical (and wealthy) elite could acquire for their wardrobes, glamor enchantments galore making freckles sparkle like the night sky or curls that play host to dazzling pearls in which the future can be gleaned.
"Yes! It is I..."
And there, yet another bold enchantress stepping forward, her head thrown in such a way that she may properly flash her smile, even over the thick fur scarf that wraps around her neck and covers her chin.
"...The Lady Yeizara of Blatzenstein."
Except, that's not an enchantress at all, is it?
D
He deeply regrets getting out of costume. Sure, it would've made this whole ordeal even more undignified but it didn't matter if Lady Yeizara was actually secretly a member of the undead. People knowing about him, on the other hand, was a very real problem.
It feels like he's trudging through mud, sucked back every other minute or so by a summoning, distracted by the plethora of spirits seen and unseen by the living. He has got to get out of here. He makes it to a fancy weathered staircase just as another sharp tug pulls him back.
"No. No!" He grips the rail harder, feet sliding back. And then he yelps as his feet lift entirely. He's hanging on for dear unlife by that point. A wandering mage side-eyes him and he laughs nervously. "Just... just practicing for a street performance! Don't mind me!"
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Sira | OTA
Were they even allowed to be here? It doesn't matter now. Here they are.
Their smaller stature is coming in handy, letting them duck and slide under tables and between the legs of so-called guards. They're giggling wildly, having a good time in simply making a chase of it. But, they can also be found casting slight glamors over the food. Hope you like eating worm-sgetti.
D1
One minute they're snickering under a table, the next they feel a tug on their soul. Their laughter chokes. It's a strong tug, meant to bypass previous contrasts. If they could, they'd hang on tight but in the next moment, they're blinking in the dim candlelight at the center of a circle. Blinking all four of their natural eyes.
"What have you done?!"
The mages look up and they look down, horrified. There isn't even anything there for them to possess.
"I'm under contract! Break this circle! Now!"
D2
Finally, freed, a spirit of sorts darts down the cavern halls. Sort of. At times they form legs to run, but then those legs seem to dissolve back under their skirt and they're hovering again. Likewise, their ability to grip and hang on to the world around comes and goes.
They're a blonde figure, hair long and loosely tied back, swooping to one side on their face. Four eyes sit wide in their face, clearly panicked even with how inhuman they appear.
"Where is it? Where did it go? I left my body right there, where is it?!"
D3
Finally returned to the safety of their squishy doll form, Sira is angry. These mages, who did they think they were? And there, in another room, a smaller daemon caught in one of these traps. They sneak into the room, quiet as can be, using the darkness of their form to their advantage.
All in order to nudge just one bit of the circle out of place. Be free, little daemon! Scream erupt from the room as creature breaks free and escapes out to the rest of the ball. Sira can be found cackling in a corner.
Valvatorez | OTA
Still, he took to wearing a magical disguise to appear more human. Not strictly like his Professor Torres guise he was fond of, something a little more generic looking.]
[A]
[During the planning phases of this operation, Valvatorez hung back and listened to the various plans and pranks on offer.]
Have we done the fake door routine yet? Throwing up a spell that transports someone who opens a door to another, random door in the venue? I love that one. They never see that one coming.
[C]
[Who would've thought that all the traps and wards on the dance floor would be so shoddily set up? After all, they seem to be going off willy-nilly, even on approved guests! And no one seemed to understand why. Valvatorez sat at a table, not far away, enjoying a cocktail and watching all of this unfold. Of course, subtle, innocent hand movements of his, a mix of under the table and in plain sight while talking to whomever is sitting with him, reveals he's responsible for at least a few of the wards going off.
Like the one that just flung a particularly snooty noble mage off the ball floor laterally, sending him sliding across the floor outside like it was greased. Val simply chuckled and took a sip of his drink.]
My, my. Perhaps he didn't make a large enough donation to the host.
[D]
[This one, this was no laughing matter. Messing with the spirits of the dead for trivial matters was already disrespectful. But it didn't send the vampire into anger. Sure, he messed with some of the seances from a distance, usually by releasing the spirit back to go home. It embarrassed some mages, which was a good start, and he was subtle enough to not be noticed. ...But then he came across the young mages in the alcove. He watched as they tormented a small, ugly little daemon, something they had no doubt summoned just for this sort of sport. This... this was not something he abode in his students on the best of days, but these braggadocios, foolish mages clearly had yet been shown what happens when they mess with things they ought not to.
First thing was first... make sure no one would get actually hurt by an aggressive action. That was a requirement to being here, after all. He pondered for a moment, then realized what he needed to do. Valvatorez subtly waved his hand, creating a massive rush of wind blowing into the alcove; a gust like what a disturbed spirit would create as a warning. When that distracted the mages in the alcove, a little bit of magical telekinesis simply moved one of the gems out of the circle, disrupting the ritual. The daemon inside the circle yelped, squealed, even, realizing it was free.
But before it could do anything, the entire alcove was engulfed in thick, impenetrable magical darkness. Val could easily see through it, and in the confusion, he quickly banished the daemon back where it had come from; a painless procedure, and one that ironically enough saved it. But he wasn't done yet. Amidst the chaos, he quietly whispered a complex incantation to himself, preparing a highly elaborate illusion that would appear in the darkness.
Suddenly, two glowing yellow eyes appeared, piercing through the inky blackness, and a voice boomed out.]
Thought you should be summoning daemons, did you?... Starting small? Fools!
[The darkness quickly began to clear away like smoke in the air, and in the circle where the tiny daemon once was? Something much, much larger. A spider like creature, with two crab pincers, and a hideous countenance.]
Now, you must still survive... EVILLAK!
[Screams and panic welled up as the daemonic illusion began rampaging around; it had at least enough power to knock things around, but it didn't actually hurt anyone. As the fear and panic spread and mages fled from the chambers, Valvatorez had to resist the urge to laugh heartily, instead, smugly smiling to himself as he walked calmly away from the scene. The illusion would fade after a few moments, but it was good enough.]
Looks like I've still got it.
B
What a pity for his dignity. [ He watches impassively as another mage desperately tries to keep her footing on shoes that suddenly seem to be disobeying her. ] It's certainly entertaining, however, so I can't feel too sorry for him.
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C
Or, perhaps he merely triggered a spell without watching where he was going, hmm?
[Even his voice is different, a richer and deeper baritone than normal. A non-glowing butterfly quietly sails off in a certain direction...and shortly after, a ward fires off, causing a partygoer to slam face first into the wall that suddenly shoots forth.]
Ah...it seems the young are ever so clumsy. How disappointing.
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B
What a shame, truly.
[At his side, Shadow is playing with a magical crystal--V's not sure where the familiar got the thing, but tonight he's not inclined to ask too many questions. Griffon can be heard faintly cackling in the distance as he heckles other guests.]
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D
How unfortunate that the dread "Evillak" would reveal himself on tonight of all nights. I've heard stories of the cities he's razed, the souls he's devoured, the-
[She pauses for a moment, as the illusion continues its destructive rampage.]
-tables he's overturned. Truly a monstrosity we cannot hope to best.
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Tobias | OTA
[The guards are trying their best. Honest. But who can guard the entire place against insects? There's always a way in, if you're a little dragonfly or a roach. And once inside, give him a few minutes to shapeshift, and the terrible raccoon is back. Again. He's been cornered, caught, tossed out, and he keeps coming back. Driven onwards by how hilarious it's getting to be, and how amazing fancy food is with a raccoon's senses. What a good time it's turning out to be!
Other partycrashers might be surprised to see a raccoon drinking out of punch bowls, or being chased down the hall with a turkey leg in his mouth, or sticking his paws into frosting and licking it off his little fingers... it's fine! His mouth must be clean, right? It's only a morph!]
< Man, these people eat good. >
D
[Oh, lovely, animal abuse. Daemon abuse? Doesn't matter to him how smart the poor thing is, it's upsetting to see. Someone ought to do something about that.
The jackass mages are too focused on their sport to notice a raccoon, creeping up in the dark... snatching up one of the circle-stones, stuffing it in his mouth and running like hell. He's faster than his bumbling walk might suggest!]
B-ish, I'm so sorry
[But now it was time to intervene, before he got thrown out again.]
--There you are, Snugglesworth! I been looking for you.
[She had been trying to pass off as the next heir to some esteemed mage family. Hopefully without too many noticing on it yet. Who brings kids to these sorts of events?!]
Sorry about that...he likes to wander off sometimes when he gets hungry.
[Slipped between the two and all so subtly gives the raccoon another turkey leg behind her back. He earned it.]
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[He honestly hadn't planned on attending, wanting to let his life settle back into a comforting pattern before any other major upheavals happened. So, he'd bid farewell to those who wished to crash the party, planning on just a simple night in grading papers.
...Unfortunately, mages had other plans.
Apparently, they had quite the summoner in their midst - or, perhaps it was due to the growing link between him and Sherlock, and his own undead state - that made him suddenly stop as people called his name, looking up -
- before being suddenly catapulted through...god, the realm of the dead? Space itself? A gap between dimensions?
Whatever it was, he found himself standing in the middle of an awed circle, unable to move much outside of it - and also realizing that whatever they'd done had stripped away his normal look, leaving only gray hair and blue eyes while being Sherlock's perfect double.
A Mage moves to ask something, but Moriarty is way too busy attempting to struggle out.]
Blast...ed....dispel this cursed circle!
[If someone's nearby, they might be able to help save this poor old damsel in distress.
...Or maybe just leave him to it. Whichever's funnier, honestly.]
B
[After managing to break free from the circle, it was incredibly easy for him to put on an illusion, blending in with a different face and an extravagant illusion of an outfit, as he snuck up to the tables and decided to sample the food - well, beyond those he knew were most likely pranked, anyway.
If you approach him, he'll give a quick wink.]
An elegant party, isn't it...? Please, help yourself.
C
[Of course, he's able to shmooze his way in - by letting his butterflies flit about, glimmering as luminously as the crystals in the cavern. It's understated, but the older, distinguished face he's currently wearing, along with the subtle impression of space and stars moving mixed into the darker hues of his clothing and cape would speak of someone with both power and exacting control - and if one looked, they'd see precious gems and gilt outlines, subtle enough to be missed if one wasn't looking hard enough. All in all, someone who could be easily overlooked with all the other gaudy styles and glamours...but to those who had the eyes to look over at him, he would be almost impossible to ignore.
Feigning that he had forgotten the correct sigils, he manages to gain entry into the ball itself by charming whoever was nearby, stepping onto the floor as if he had all the right in the world to be there.
It was a bit of a return to his old habits - of pretending to be a gentleman, all while concealing his true form as a criminal. ...But at least this time, he's mostly just here to pull pranks on the Mages who so rudely interrupted his evening.
Throughout the night, things go missing - and show up in other, impossible areas, carted there by his butterflies, or even in the pockets of other partygoers - which, of course, causes a huge fuss. Setting off hidden traps at just the right time to cause someone to be sent sailing out of the party, or put up a ward at the right time for them to slam right into it, set off by a few non-glowing butterflies.
If he spots you on the floor, there'll be nothing but a quiet, faintly mischievous grin before he places a finger to his lips and begins to gesture to the next unlucky mages to prank, eyes shining bright with impish joy.]
E
[Got anything else in mind? Come hit me up!]
d-1
moriarty may not be able to tell at first glance one of the mages in the ball. certainly, he looks nothing like flat, aside from blond hair that was neatly brushed back.
but flat definitely recognized moriarty. how could he not? he makes his way to the seance circle, casually taking a sip of his glass of champagne. ]
Wow. Your summoning worked! For a very shoddy spell, you did an incredible job!
[ as he says that--in a voice that's about a pitch lower than usual--he taps out something for moriarty to see. hope your morse code is fresh!
flat. hi ]
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After telling the mages off, he slipped into mist and found a corner to reorient himself. Once he realizes he's in a mage's ball, he took his Raven form, playing charmingly cute and impish - cackling "Master" to make them believe he's a lost familiar.
Ah - there's a familiar sensation, he realizes as his link picked up on James' presence, as he flutters over]
Master! There you are!
[The raven voice crackles. Enjoy this James, he's not going to address you like that again]
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B
Indeed, they've spared no expense. Wouldn't you agree, Professor?.
[Some might argue it's a bit much, but Urtz feels it's innocent enough. She doubts Moriarty's talked much about himself in this guise, so giving him a role to play (and one he's intimately familiar) seems like a no-brainer.
Besides, it was said quietly enough.]
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[ This might not be a birthday gift specifically for him, but he'll certainly consider it one. Ekkehardt can be found in multiple places over the course of the night, but whether he looks like himself is a different thing entirely.
He has several different disguises - a severe, dark-haired personage in a shimmering suit, a woman with a raven-feathered mask and a dress that billows like smoke, a kaleidoscopic performer in a horned, faceless mask - and he flits between all of them as the night goes on.
He might be among the guests in the ballroom, lounging in the caverns that make up the entrance to such a grand affair, or taking feigned interest in the seances hidden away in little pockets. And wherever he goes, things seem to go wrong in increasingly spectacular ways.
The biggest clue to his true identity is the red glow that dances around him; not just in his eyes, but on the illusion of bare skin, briefly outlining bones moving beneath in flashes of light.
He also tends to give a nod to any Daybreak people he recognises - especially if they're in the middle of causing mischief - which is the most obvious tell, really.
It's clear to see that he's certainly having fun, no matter where he is. ]
E
[ Occasionally, Ekkehardt is just himself again, rummaging through a bag of personal effects and looking quite pleased with himself. He seems in a pleasant mood, and will wave and smile to any Daybreak staff or students he sees passing by. ]
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So she makes her way over to the other mages as they set things up and gives them a bright smile.]
My, my, I see the entertainment is droll enough that you must resort to making your own fun. A pity.
[As a waiter walks by, she casually takes the plate holding several glasses of champagne away from him and overs it to the group.]
But, perhaps a some drinks might put you all in better spirits?
[The illusive double pun.]
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E
[V's making his way over, Shadow at his side. The tattoos that can be seen are particularly faded, suggesting that Griffon is off somewhere else at the ball.]
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flat escardos | ota
[ before flat had transferred to daybreak, he had been the magus of a wealthy, well known family in monaco. and before said wealthy family had deemed him a freak and threw him to the first boarding school they could find more than one thousand kilometers away, he used to go to this ball each year with them.
well, even now he still went, but in a different form. a different name. a different magical signature. it had always been in good fun, to play some pranks and cause some trouble... little did he know that daybreak shared this tradition!
that is why whenever someone from the school passes by, they'll be waved at by...what would most definitely be a stranger. his features are sharp, his eyes a deep green--nothing like the flat that people knew.
but come closer, and he'll drop the illusion just for you, in order to give a playful wink. ]
Here to have fun?
b.
[ well, with all that good food, it's obvious that one should enjoy it and eat it, right?
WRONG.
when there's good food in a lavish party, you must cause c h a o s. which is why as soon as he sees someone that's unaware, he will grab one of those very delicious looking tarts and-- throw them at their head. it could be you, it could be a random mage, it could be anyone!
and while you may not be able to see flat, you may hear someone snickering sounds in the corner. ]
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He passes by Flat a few times before he stops to talk, lifting his mask a little to reveal a familiar red eyeglint beneath. ]
Oh, I'm having plenty. Are you?
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Jailbreak | OTA
[The distant sound of silk heels echoing as their owner strides leisurely down a stone hall...]
This is gonna be fun.
[A hand gently resting on her partner's arm, her smile softening for a moment as she looks over...]
Ready to turn some heads?
[Step forward, strike a pose, and...]
What up motherfuckers, who missed me?
[The ball's security measures are many and varied, a great exercise in magical skill and cunning. But they all boil down to one simple detail:]
[Unless you have a way of sneaking in, there's no way past the front door without a valid invitation.]
[And for once... Jailbreak does.]
[She's been banned in her own right for years, even before being employed at Daybreak, and has probably personally, gleefully, shamelessly robbed over half the people currently in attendance. And tonight, as the arm candy of the lovely and equally cunning Urtz Cromwell, she plans to do... absolutely nothing.]
[Except make an entrance.]
Aww, y'all look so surprised, you're gonna make a girl blush. ["Surprised" is a very charitable way of putting it. Half the people in earshot look horrified, the other half look murderous, and all of them are baffled as she casually raises the invitation up to the wards and successfully passes through.]
[Jail walks in dressed head to toe in rich, vivid, bloody, almost unsettlingly organic-looking red, half a dozen roses in her hair and a shit-eating grin blatantly obvious even from under her mask.]
[Someone regains enough self-possession to angrily demand an explanation.]
What, nobody got my honeybee's RSVP? She told you we were coming. [There's an almost embarrassed mutter about "even you wouldn't dare" from off to the side. Jail throws back her head and laughs.] You think? Joke's on you, a bitch lives for the drama!
[Admittedly, it's hard to argue that one.]
[After all, it's why she's out here on distraction duty tonight.]
[This is going to be fun.]
B. Mix and Mingle
[So far Jail's been... a model guest, by Jailbreak standards.]
[Sure, she's been gleefully verbally obnoxious, and has repeatedly introduced herself to people by listing interesting things she's stolen from them over the years- or, in some cases, five seconds ago to prove a point- but she hasn't really done anything to significantly disrupt the party, other than be visibly and unignorably present in the middle of it.]
[It's putting everyone around her on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. And she knows it.]
[Every time she swings by the buffet table to get another glass of the gratifyingly expensive wine, anyone else drinking tries to spit theirs out, convinced she's done something to it. Every time she winks, someone flinches. Dancing is going to be hilarious.]
[And all the while, she's got everyone looking in exactly the wrong direction...]
[That's where you come in.]
A, of course.
But of course.
[As Jail steps forward and strikes a pose, Urtz has no qualms with chilling in the back and letting her soak up all the attention. She prefers to step up just a bit late, striking a more reserved pose as she fans herself with an ornate red and black fan that matches the dress and hat combo she's currently killing it in. It just so happens that she's also showing off more skin than usual, though only enough to emphasize her inhuman features. Pointed ears, claw-like fingers and long limbs are on full display without the slightest hint of shame. No doubt that will end up pissing off more than a few of her supposed "peers". Especially the ones who treated her so badly during her younger years.]
Indeed. I informed you all of my attendance, as well as who I would be bringing, several weeks in advance.
[Another person chimes in, rather bashfully; "W-well, we didn't think you were serious."]
Oh?
[She continues to fan herself, though the rhythm of her fanning is getting a bit slow. Her expression, however, maintains its eerie facade of politeness.]
Well now. That sounds like a "you problem" to me. Turtledove and I are both in possession of invitations. That means we have every right to be here. Do you disagree?
[Her smile twitches a bit, curving unnaturally upwards ever so slightly, as if daring anyone to speak up.]
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[What was once a wonderful buffet table full of desserts of all kinds was slowly, or quickly rather, disappearing in front of everyone. Though no one could really figure out why. If someone was smuggling food with invisibility spells they would have caught them by now. And it's not like the food was being illusioned either.]
[Meanwhile, far on the other side and somewhat hidden under another table, Puella had gathered a nice hoard of cookies and cake and many other goodies and was munching away. She only peeks out just a little bit if she sees someone she recognizes.]
...Want one?
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[These seances were actually being rather rude. But she was not exactly sure how to get the mages to stop it until she spotted the group of them harassing the small daemon. Poor guy...]
[Puella waited for an opportune moment to distract them a pull their attention away from the circle. A second was about all she needed to stop time and step in. Honestly she had no idea what she was doing, but fiddling with the circle by removing some of the stones should set the daemon free.]
[...This was either a good or bad thing for everyone, once time returned. Now that there was a random daemon loose.]
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[These crystals looked cool and they are having allll sorts of weird effects on the fox mask. So whenever Puella wasn't causing some sort of mischief for the ball, she could be seen trying to pry a few of them out.]
[What sort of things could they do? Who knows. That's why she wants them.]
OTA
Anand believes that less is more when it comes to infiltration. Her one good black dress looks fine enough in torchlight, a nice mask is expected, and her wings are what magical society probably considers a fashion statement. Actually tying up her hair was the most annoying part, frankly, but it does mean that after briefly tapping into her second sight to be where eyes and wards are not for a minute, she can actually attempt to schmooze and enjoy the ball...
B
...for a few minutes before she starts spiking the punch. The various fairy liquors her father had warned her off of for almost eighteen years before slipping a bottle into her luggage for Daybreak would probably mix poorly with the other enchantments around. Fortunately, good old cheap human alcohol can be just as entertaining, and probably somehow more offensive to these guys.
She does make sure to sample all the punch before she spikes it, though. Doubling up can be dangerous, and you can't embarrass someone who's having their stomach pumped. Also, it's pretty good.
D
Anand wants to mess up the necromantic rituals on principle, namely because these are essentially college kids prank-calling random spirits who don't deserve to be bothered on a holiday, but once she realizes the sheer number of undead who came with the Daybreak contingent she's mostly content to sit back and watch the chaos (and possibly help a few professors out of jams).
However, as the evening goes on, she finds herself, possibly after a couple of nips from her spiking stash, sitting in on one of the more loose-tie summoning circles, somehow as part of the circle rather than a silent observer.
"I think your techniques are outdated, 'swhy you've been having so much trouble," she explains, putting on the patient airs of a young magical scion who's trying very hard not to slur. "Bell, book, and candle is unpredictable compared to channeling the spirit into your own body. I know, I know, it's 'gauche' or whatever, but innovation can yield great results if you're willing to lower yourself to using techniques that don't trace directly back to the druids once in a while."
Anand has no idea how to channel spirits, but it seems a lot easier to fake than the proper ceremony.
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She can help spike the punch from across the room. Just let one arm sneak out very, very far, spike the punch, withdraw. No one sees anything, and it's fine.]
Having fun?
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OTA (Possibly CW for...abuse? something?)
[The summon was a success. Given the amount of undead being called for, it was only a matter of time before someone got too ambitious and wanted to summon (and control, at least for a little while) some variation of Death itself. You know, for fun.]
[Though they were expecting something a little bit bigger than this. Perhaps this was the only one that wasn't resistant to summoning magic?]
Wh-Where am I..? [Already he was being ridden with demands. Rising the dead, bringing back specific people, reviving the dead, or other things reapers were assumed could do - regardless if it was true or not.]
[Emizel had refused, obviously, most if not all those things he couldn't do anyway. But it did not exactly matter. Whenever he fought back, which he did a lot, the force field created by the circle would give him something equivalent to a static shock and limit him just a bit more. Bad daemons had to be taught to listen somehow. It is one of the easiest ways to do it.]
S-Stop it, let me go!! [And shocked again. Well, if he wasn't going to cooperate they could just bully him all night instead. It was still a daemon after all so no one is going to care.]
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They're about to find out how wrong that assumption is. There's a blur of movement, and then Hornet is lifting a mage by the collar of their robes as they squirm and struggle to get away. ]
Tell me how to break the circle safely. [ Her second pair of arms - more pointed and spiderlike than the pair currently preoccupied with keeping the struggling mage too preoccupied to cast a spell - extends from underneath her cloak, gleaming with magic, as a warning to the rest. ] I don't trust you to do it.
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Ruadh Speir | OTA
[Banned from entry? Ruadh doesn't want to cause trouble... But, well. If everyone else at the school is going, isn't it going to stand out more to stay home? So maybe she can just go, get 'caught', and go home.
The problem with her plan, of course, is that Ruadh's normal, daily fashion is full gothic lolita. Which means she looks like she belongs at a fancy party like this. Which means no one is kicking her out. Why is no one kicking her out? What should she do?
If you're from Daybreak, Ruadh is making big scared puppy eyes at you. Come help her. Please.]
B. 411 Length Required
[Ruadh is no longer here. There's someone else in her body, now- The main visible signs of this are in her hair and eyes. The color seems to bleed out from her hair, leaving it yellow on top, red in the middle, and black at the bottom. Her eyes are now extremely colorful- Or rather, they look like a dozen eyes overlaid on top of each other. It's overall rather creepy. But hey, all the better for Walpurgisnacht, right?
Ria has none of Ruadh's restraint, or ethics, or anything else stopping her from doing stupid things. She's here solely to have a good time- Normally, that means murder. But right now? She wants to put some mages in their place, and that means getting up to shenanigans.
Ria's simply stretching out her arms, long, long, way too long, and swiping some of the fancier jewelry right off of the mages' bodies. It's easy enough- After all, Ruadh's body is way off to the side, there's a crowd, no one's going to notice one arm quietly swiping some prized choker off if she's subtle.
You may spot Ria exiting the room a bit later, now adorned in all sorts of gaudy, stolen jewelry. Call her out or help her hide the goods?]
D. 422 Unprocessable Entity
[At the seances, on the other hand, Ria is having the time of her life. With the help of someone making a smokescreen for her, she slides into the circle, looking scared and meek... Until suddenly, she puts her arms through the circle, and just seems to melt, crawling out as a boneless mass, to the terror and shrieking of the mages who don't understand how the demon got out of the circle, and oh god, help them-
As soon as they've fled, Ria is on her back, laughing uproariously at the terrified screaming.]