The man in the sixth carriage back from the front looked his outfit over, making sure it all fit his persona correctly.  The suit was properly tattered, the legs properly scruff, and the mask had it's pointy car ear chipped. Perfect.  Looking over the mask, his eyes shifted to the eye holes of the mask, even though he didn't mean them too.  Good the spell is working perfectly.<br/>Putting the mask on his face, he checked himself in the mirror that the carriage came equipped with.  Quite the interesting costume.<br/>He couldn't believe how easy it was to pass himself off as a noble at this masquerade, just use some magic and  presto!  They believe every word.  The carriage was the hardest part, but when one has a friend who owns a seat in Lorrin's underworld just a few shy of Satin himself, it wasn't very hard at all.<br/>As he entered the gate, the man prepared to exit the carriage.  Looking out the window, he saw the scene he had attended for the last 5 years, but this time it looked different.<br/>Before he only saw the small sections he had been in at the moment, but with the carriages height advantage, he was able to see the majority of the masquerade all at once.<br/>There was a certain, chaotic beauty to it.<br/>The carriage pulled to a stop, the man now ready for departure adjusted his cat black cat mask one last time, then his coach man opened the door.<br/><br/>"The Unlucky Cat has arrived."