In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Post by Zaven Blake✧ on Oct 31, 2024 18:26:40 GMT -5
The Blake mansion had been worked on and cleaned at the moment and Zaven was not always a very social person, but he knew he had to do something. Getting to his room he looked around as he was unsure of exactly what to wear to this festival that he was invited to go to. Hraban looked at him as if Zaven was just some sort of meaningless child and not wanting to move onto something that could be just…well fun if that was just what needed to be said. Enough of the unsociable look Zaven, this is something that could lead you to smile even if it was with one person. He said as Zaven finally, just gave a sigh and just reached back as he turned his head towards the one that was a lot quieter before. He was about to do something rather like a push to make him be quiet once more. Or rather that was what it seemed like, until a moment later Zaven grabbed a simple mask that covered his eyes and pulled it over. It was a simple mask he wore once or twice before. After this discovery he got dressed before heading away with a simple ride given by a broom from the Golden Dawn. Hraban was just amused as Zaven had a look for what was about to happen.
Zaven landed by about half through the evening and he was dressed in a rather fine style of costume. It was a black base with red lines going up the piece along with, gold colored stars collared shirt that was made long ago. Then black only pants with golden shoes and golden over the shoulder’s aid overall formal wear. Finally a half black and half gold partial mask. Of course his grimoire was with him, but nothing more besides his costume-ish clothes. Like what he imagined with old-ish described vampires, but more of a joke.
As he arrived to the festival he heard the welcoming and clapped before looking around at others. Hraban sat on his left shoulder as the first thing he looked for at the moment. Was a snack.
Post by Leonard Vermillion on Nov 4, 2024 6:58:54 GMT -5
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[attr="class","silasreescroll"] Another year and another festival. Leonard didn't mind the festivities. He would take that moment to unwind and recharge his social batteries by mingling with more people outside of his constant taining and magic knight work. He could just do some nicer less exhausting things. [break][break] "Alright. I should have everything here." He would say, hopping off the stairs of the estate and with a light squeak of rubber soled boots he would begin walking over to the main venue. He still did not know what kinda activity he would do. There was some dressing up competition, maybe he should do that! He was great at cosplaying and he did have a costume stashed away just in case. There was the usual pumpking carving, but he already did that a bunch, so perhaps he should try something else. [break][break] Decisions decisions. So much to do so little time. He would probably have to just throw himself in the deep end and see where he would end up.
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Nov 4, 2024 14:50:41 GMT -5
“Well now, this is.” He looked around while wearing a rather white suit he dressed in to go to this supposedly very limited party. “Very broad minded this time for the time of year. Good thing I can just dress better and wear eye mask.” He said before making a rather wry smile and an eye roll before moving amongst the people that were there. He did not even move to make a touch to a grimoire even though it was at his back in a particular way but still he thought it was a strategic way. Soon he was at a place that gave out drinks, he looked around for a bar, to just get him into a more social mood. A few hopefully easy to copy spells were showing up, but he did not waste time to get to where he wanted. Before he went in there was a game that caught him to have a better time.
Perhaps he was lucky and he could get a few spells and some good money so that the night would not be just an escape from where he spent time, at least from what he took time to do. “A costume game?” He practically just took a step in the direction so that he could…enjoy. “I might actually have to put together a costume or do what I do best. How else would I have gotten the suit?” Finishing his moment of speaking to himself he entered to see how it was being ran. Soon taking note that it was more of a Fancy Dressing and he just wished to say…dammit
