Theresa
After receiving an invitation, Kallista took great care in preparing for the grand event. Igni had decided to come with her while Gravis chose to stay home. It was perfectly understandable. The journey from Weyian to Forstead was not difficult, and they got here on time. The couple walked up the silver and gold-accented path, toward the grand door. Kallista's keen eyes caught the sight of the small black cat entering the manor before approaching the door and the rest of the guests. The manor itself was quite impressive, compared to other buildings in all of the realm. To those still outside, flashes of a black-scaled creature could be seen circling the manor as it dipped above and below the clouds. 

When the door opened to reveal two figures, she looked them up and down quickly as she did to the other guests crowded around. Inclining her head as they spoke a welcome, she stepped toward the inside, offering a slight nod of acknowledgment. There was quite a variety of attire among the guests here. Kallista made sure to dress nicely, even though she was not a fan of dresses. She was *Stunning.* Her dress was a few different shades of blue with a black bodice, white skirt, and matching ribbon with two roses pinned at the waist. Her upper back and arms were left exposed, showing off the intricate black markings that seemed to wrap around her arms and back. 

Her long white hair was expertly braided partially into a bun while the rest flowed freely down her back. Two gold bands decorated her glistening white curled horns with other necklace charms and coins, that hung from them. Her left eye was silver-colored, while the other was a dark brown. 

Kallista lifted her head as she walked deeper into the manor, studying the details of the place. Eventually, she turned to Igni. "What do you think of the place, dear?" She asked quietly, moving closer to him.
Michael
"*This was a bad idea, godsdamn you once again Tarin.*"

The famed mercenary, The Mage-Killer, the Flaw Of The World- Tarin Vo, had decided to show up. He'd debated about it a lot, wondering if he should accept the invitation of the vampire he'd nearly died to. She'd offered it so casually and even in the state he was in during that time he heard her, she wanted to hopefully meet once again on better terms.

"*My ass.*"

He huffed a little to himself as he walked the path towards the manor and began to hear people both behind him and infront, the masses of people he's probably made enemies out of without even meaning to. He kept to himself, with his new outfit and cleaning himself up a little maybe he'd blend in and not stick out. Ditching the usual tight fitting black shirt, pants and shoes he work a somewhat baggy white shirt with it's top two buttons undone and changed nothing else. He felt stupid in all honesty and when Luciel made the expression about the group, knowing he likely meant outfits, Tarin knew he was one of the rejects.

Of course everyone else, besides the jester, seemed relatively well dressed. Maybe he shouldn't have given *All* His money away before buying some new clothes. 

"*Well... Here goes nothing I guess.*" He followed the group inside, straggling at the back like usual with his arms crossed, and once within the manor he walked a few casual paces away from everyone else and began to look at anything that caught his eye- maybe he can just pass the time, say a few words to Eliza and be gone. Maybe.
John
"Gaudy big houses all look the same to me." He grunted, putting his arm around her waist as she moved closer and leaning down to kiss her jaw. His coarse beard scratched at her skin, but his lips were warm and soft, a tender kiss as always. "Still, as long as theres good food and some sort of beverage that I can choke down it'll be survivable." The smirk on his face said that despite his rough words, he was happy to be there. Truth was that the Monster Hunter loved parties, especially the ritzy ones. Those were the most fun to see go wrong and things *Always* Found a way of going wrong. 

Igni's black hair was tied back in a ponytail and his dark bread trimmed for once, a difficult task because his facial and body hair could be almost as hard as steel thanks to his werwolf DNA, his high brown boots, dark trousers, white tunic and leather overcoat were not exceptionally impressive but neither were they entirely out of place- and obviously cost at least some money, clean to boot. His finger carried several rings, most prominent being the one that mirrored his wifes. Scratching at his jaw, his red eyes fell on a face he was not expecting to see. "Oh, this party just got a *Lot* More fun. Tarin fucking Vo just walked in." He said, laughing cruelly at the sight of the infamous 'Mage Slayer'. He did not keep his voice down, and instead tilted his head and spoke freely. A normal man wouldn't be able to hear his own name from even ten feet away at a big ball like this, but this was no ordinary man. If Tarin looked towards the one who spoke his name, he'd find Igni staring at him with the blazing red eyes of a vampire. 

Anyone who worked in the merc field knew of the Flaw of the World, the man rumored to have been born without magic and given collosal physical strength instead. He was dangerous, *Very* Dangerous but not necessarily known to be a loose cannon, however, he also wasn't known to be the kind of man to go to a god damn ball. 

"My mel, I am so glad we came." He

Said, (mel being elvish for love), stroking her arm lovingly and smiling a wicked, bloodthirsty smile as he readied himself for the night of his life.
Susan
A ball was certainly not the sort of event Thyri would have ever sought out, nor did she feel she would truly fit in such a crowd. But having received an invitation personally, she believed it would have been incredibly rude to not attend. 

The Forstead mountains were a frosty wasteland, and Thyri had certainly dressed for the weather. She was lucky to even have such clothing on short notice. Upon Thyri's shoulders, a hefty furlined cloak flowed within the wind, the dress she wore flowed as well, but hugged her upper body rather nicely. The dressed was a beautiful white with a bottle brown trim that featured a golden pattern of diamonds, the same pattern could be found at the end of the sleeves, but in silver. An overdress of the same brown was worn over the white with soft golden highlights, with three strings of beads hung over her chest. Below the beads, was a woven red belt with a golden outline and pattern and seemed to hang as long as the middle of her shin. The final part of the dress, if one was able to see it beneath the cloak, was a flowing bottle brown cape of a silken fabric. She had even done her hair, with multiple small braids along the sides of her head, the middle part of her hair had been down in one large, yet loose braid, allowing it to flow down the back. There were bits of jewelry in her hair, keeping the smaller braids in place.

It was certainly a beautiful dress, that was well put together. But Thyri believed she looked completely ridiculous. She did not recognize anyone at such an event, and from a few of the merchants heard tht it would likely be difficult to speak with nobles if there were any. A few of the merchants in the market had been kind enough to provide her with tips of how to look.

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She was dreading a dinner however. Too many rules about forks and knives. Who knew that was why so many nobles wanted various sizes? As she made her way indoors, she felt the warmth of the building flow over her, but did not make to remove her cloak for the moment. She hated how cold it was on these mountains.

There were so many individuals at the dance already, it was quite surprising to see such a varied group of people.
Michael
The sound of his name stuck out like a sore thumb and it caught the attention of the cursed man immediately which caused him to turn and look directly into Igni' eyes- while he harbored no vampiric blood it was apparent in his cold silver eyes that he had no desire to make friends.

"***A woman with dragon horns and a man with eyes that could kill, the famous hunter hunters- a person short. Hmph.***" Tarin too spoke aloud, knowing that his voice would also be heard by the man who called out to him before.

But, not leaving time for conversation, Tarin moved to continue walking around the manor- eyes keenly focused on anything and everything besides the other folks at the ball. In truth he is beyond cautious and a tad worried, it was only a short while ago he'd been sent to this very manor to kill the *Daughter* Of the hostess and instead had to fight Eliza herself. Hopefully this wasn't a play by Eliza to have him trapped here without his gear and butcher him- but, that remains to be seen.
Vicki
Oh my! Drama already! Did the Tenebrians invite these two, knowing that they were not on good terms? How scandalous, indeed! Leu snickered to themselves, with anticipation, so many possibilities for the night were already forming in their wicked head. Leu observed the two from a distance, examining what seemed to be some sort of rivalry from a distance. 

However, Leu had to hold themselves back from antagonizing these two for now, instead they should focus on the rest of the group. And while they waited for the host to greet the guests, Leu had planned to mingle with the crowd. Introduce themselves, make a little merriment even. Leu scanned the room, their eyes wandering over the guests, each face committed to their memory. Each guest committed to Leu's mental encyclopedia of figures. Finally, their eyes stopped wandering, with their uncanny smile still morbidly apparent on their face. His eyes had fallen upon one of the interesting guests, however that was not to say that none of them were not interesting, this was just the one that caught their eye first!

Leu approached the woman with sunkissed skin, the one with the long fur cloak. The abnormally tall, lanky figure, walked with their hands clasped behind their back with their back arched slightly noticeably forwards. Leu looked down at the woman, with their morbid smile still frozen on their face.

**"Why good evening, madam! How do you fare this evening? Looking forward to reckless abandoment of morals in search of booze and merriment - hm? Ah, where are my manners! I must apologize, you may call me Pan!"** Leu cracked their neck and stretched their arms a little, a resounding abhorrently loud series of bones cracking ensued from within their body. On the inside, Leu was forming for themselves thousands of smaller joints within their skeleton. Allowing for much greater movement and versatility. Something they had to forgotten to do a little while ago. After all, they had to get ready to dance! And without acknowledging the loud series of bone cracks from their body, they extended their hand to the woman in front of them for a gloved handshake.