<div class="floatright">(https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xaf1/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/11917865_1484291961887317_2019264209_n.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7b/8e/74/7b8e745e098bc61ef6f36ae32e84f650--anubis-mask-the-mask.jpg)</div>Name: Markus<br/>Location: Banquet Hall<br/>Tagging: Claudine<br/>Mentioning: Marieme, Elia, Hudson, Isobelle<br/><hr/><br/>Markus moved with purpose and a high level of apprehension. What had once been a colorful ballroom full of costume guests now took on the eerie feel of a carnival of horrors. Masks that once seemed harmless when first gazed upon held an all-new element of sinister intent. The Devils, Bats, and Half Skulls loomed far too close for M.J.C.'s comfort; causing him to flinch and shuffle about, reacting to any sudden movement with his hands up ready for a fight. When the Lightweight Champion almost overreacted to the stumblings of a drunken gentleman wearing a medieval gargoyle mask, Cade suddenly realized he had to get a grip.<br/><br/>The Man had misstepped and reached out for the Boxer to steady himself, grabbing onto the Anibus Warrior drunkenly. Within seconds the Fighter had slapped Man's mask off and was following up with a left hook that would have probably dislocated something before realizing that the hapless fool was just wasted on to much wine or champagne. "Oh man, it was about to be a bad night for you... maybe you should take it easy on the refreshments. Let's go with Water. Say it with me ...WATER."<br/><br/>"W..wa..aater...He.Hey you know you look like a... big black dog!"<br/><br/>"If I did knock your ass out, would anyone even care?" M.J.C. remarked under his breath.<br/><br/>"W.What?"<br/><br/>"Nothing. Here is your mask..." The Jackal Masked Fighter leaned down and retrieved the gargoyle styled mask and put it back on the head of the drunkard. "Do me a favor, there's a killer on the loose. Go stumble into him." Markus pushed the inebriated Gentleman along and headed straight for the banquet hall all the while doing deep breathing exercises to calm his ass down.<br/><br/>Everything seemed to be moving way to fast. Shortly after M.J.C. had left Mina's side a woman in a blue dress and stylized bat mask had announced herself a physician. Maybe there was still hope the Count could be resuscitated...maybe, but Markus had a feeling that wasn't going to happen. No fairy book ending to this story, cause the shit just got real. There was another Woman who seemed to have gotten that same memo. The exotic Sister with the silver half mask who was now getting loud with it. She was in the company of the lithe Woman in white and a freaking nordic Fellow who looks like he didn't arrive in a car but on a chariot straight out of Valhalla.<br/><br/>"Does it look like we are alright?" The caramel skinned Beauty cried out probably louder than she should. It was obvious that tensions were starting to rise and this Ball was going to get real exciting very soon. "We need to get out of here. There is a murderer in this house locked inside with us...who is to say we are not next?"<br/><br/>Markus started to head towards the group, ready to throw his lot in with anyone thinking about escaping this castle but then he caught a glimpse of someone familiar preparing herself a plate of food. The Boxer didn't think she had heard about what just happened and figured telling her was a priority and diverted in Her direction before trying to engage the others.<br/><br/>Markus stepped up next to Claudine and looked around conspiratorially before leaning in close and whispering. "The Count is fucking Dead. This isn't a joke, I'm not making this up. I just watched the Man bleed out in the ballroom. He was assassinated right in front of the Countess. The Castle is on fucking locked down and the killer is fucking still in here with us and no one knows who the fuck it is..." The Anibus Warrior paused and took a long deep breath. Somehow just telling someone seemed to take the edge off... no, not just telling someone, telling Her seemed to take the edge off and M.J.C. didn't have clue yet as to why. The Boxer finally ended with "... oh are those meatballs?" because well damn it, who doesn't enjoy a good meatball.