02-17-2015, 04:22 PM
Aang had nearly begun to doze off. While the party was lively, his task here (or rather, the way he was going about it) certainly wasn't the most entertaining of endeavors, and his lack of success so far was beginning to take its toll. It WAS getting rather late, after all. He was jolted awake, however, when the man in the Lion mask, the host as it were, locked eyes with him and took a seat at his side. Something about him stank of... Ominous...ness.
"Human play things?" The metallic-tinged scent of Dio's drink wafted over to Aang, who took only a few short moments in determining its nature. His eyes went wide, but only until he realized that such a reaction may have negative effects on his health in the present company."Oh! So, you're one of those, uh, Dracula people, right?" Suddenly, Dio's choice of mask began to make sense - A vicious predator, intimidating, especially in the face of Aang's rather dull Monkey. A sense of dread began to slowly overcome Aang. This place was a trap. Something here was not quite right. He tensed up momentarily, but then realized that the host was still watching him. "I'm, uh, a new prime here. The invitation said we were generally welcome?"
Aang froze. So he'd been right. A man - Or rather, something that looked mostly like a man - sat beside him, literally drinking the blood of the dead. Before he could think too much on THAT charming prospect, however, something caught his eye from his peripheral vision. Purple. It certainly wasn't guaranteed to be the one he was looking for, but regardless, it may give him an out from this honestly terrifying conversation. "Well, I do thank you for, er, not eating me. That's certainly appreciated." Aang tried and failed to give a light chuckle, looking more like he was choking on his jelly roll than anything. "I actually got my invitation to come here from a friend, who got it from the Mages' Guild, where... Well, it's a long story, but basically, I only knew this party was happening because an... Uh, acquaintance of mine was already coming. And I think he's just arrived! Soo, I'm going to go see if that's him. I look forward to talking to you again later!" Oh god, that was the most horribly rushed excuse to leave a conversation he'd ever made - and Aang wasn't very good at politely leaving conversations. He scurried off onto the dance floor, attempting to subtly lose Dio for a bit and find Faren to achieve his objective here. Once that was done, hopefully he could get away from this unsettling place.
Shuffling through the now-crowded dance floor, Aang periodically turned and looked back to catch whether Dio was pursuing him. He couldn't SEE him, but that meant little to none in this low-vision zone. He fingered the pouch, as well as his glider which he'd hidden in his cloak, for confidence as he traversed the noisy, hot, sweaty place searching for the man in the purple robe.
A few minutes later, and no signs of Dio OR Faren. Aang was beginning to lose hope, and was moving and searching more lethargically as time passed. There were so many guests, and many of them also seemed to look at him the same way Dio had - with the menacing subtlety of a predator scouting out its prey. The theme of the masks was now abundantly clear to the now-more-than-ever out-of-place Aang, who desired nothing more than to find his target and get out of here. He was, of course, ready to run if need be, but that would be counterproductive to his task and therefore to learning how to bend the other elements. This place was, more and more, beginning to feel distinctly evil in nature.
Aang wasn't watching where he was going. Realizing this, and that it had gotten him run into people and structures alike more than once, he forced himself to pause with the introspection and get back to finding the one he was searching for. And then, just as abruptly as he'd disappeared in the first place, there he was, the man in the purple robe, and wearing the mask of an elephant - THAT was a relief. "Faren! Is that you?" Aang called out.
The man turned to face him. "How did you know my name? I don't think I recognize you, young one."
"I was sent here, to find you. By Don Browning, he said you'd know that name?"
"Ah, yes! Good sir Don Browning. Look, I'd love to chat, but I'm in the middle of quite the entertaining dance party. Perhaps we could discuss any private matters on the road?" And with that, he sauntered back into the crowd, disappearing yet again from the poor Avatar's grasp.
Well, he had no excuses now. Aang disappointedly sauntered back to the table with his half-finished jelly roll, and where Dio had been sitting. Nothing to do at this point but try and make idle conversation (and not die in the process) while waiting for this infernal party to finally end. And yet, it had just barely begun.
Quote:"Now who are you? I don't remember you being on the list of nobles, and no one around here has any human play things. Oh, but it seems I've forgotten my manners. I am Dio Brando, the host of this prestigous event, a man with peerless ambition and an eye for talent. Talent that I can see you definitely have."
"Human play things?" The metallic-tinged scent of Dio's drink wafted over to Aang, who took only a few short moments in determining its nature. His eyes went wide, but only until he realized that such a reaction may have negative effects on his health in the present company."Oh! So, you're one of those, uh, Dracula people, right?" Suddenly, Dio's choice of mask began to make sense - A vicious predator, intimidating, especially in the face of Aang's rather dull Monkey. A sense of dread began to slowly overcome Aang. This place was a trap. Something here was not quite right. He tensed up momentarily, but then realized that the host was still watching him. "I'm, uh, a new prime here. The invitation said we were generally welcome?"
Quote:"There's no point in hiding it, I don't even need any special powers to tell a man like you isn't from here or any verse. Those strange tattoos and your strange outfit tell me all I need to know in regards to you being a prime. Though, I would like to say that I, Dio, wish you no harm. I understand that seeing a man drinking blood has to be terrifying for someone as obviously new as you. However, tonight I'm only drinking the blood of the dead. It is after all quite bad manners for a host to try and eat his guests."
Aang froze. So he'd been right. A man - Or rather, something that looked mostly like a man - sat beside him, literally drinking the blood of the dead. Before he could think too much on THAT charming prospect, however, something caught his eye from his peripheral vision. Purple. It certainly wasn't guaranteed to be the one he was looking for, but regardless, it may give him an out from this honestly terrifying conversation. "Well, I do thank you for, er, not eating me. That's certainly appreciated." Aang tried and failed to give a light chuckle, looking more like he was choking on his jelly roll than anything. "I actually got my invitation to come here from a friend, who got it from the Mages' Guild, where... Well, it's a long story, but basically, I only knew this party was happening because an... Uh, acquaintance of mine was already coming. And I think he's just arrived! Soo, I'm going to go see if that's him. I look forward to talking to you again later!" Oh god, that was the most horribly rushed excuse to leave a conversation he'd ever made - and Aang wasn't very good at politely leaving conversations. He scurried off onto the dance floor, attempting to subtly lose Dio for a bit and find Faren to achieve his objective here. Once that was done, hopefully he could get away from this unsettling place.
Shuffling through the now-crowded dance floor, Aang periodically turned and looked back to catch whether Dio was pursuing him. He couldn't SEE him, but that meant little to none in this low-vision zone. He fingered the pouch, as well as his glider which he'd hidden in his cloak, for confidence as he traversed the noisy, hot, sweaty place searching for the man in the purple robe.
A few minutes later, and no signs of Dio OR Faren. Aang was beginning to lose hope, and was moving and searching more lethargically as time passed. There were so many guests, and many of them also seemed to look at him the same way Dio had - with the menacing subtlety of a predator scouting out its prey. The theme of the masks was now abundantly clear to the now-more-than-ever out-of-place Aang, who desired nothing more than to find his target and get out of here. He was, of course, ready to run if need be, but that would be counterproductive to his task and therefore to learning how to bend the other elements. This place was, more and more, beginning to feel distinctly evil in nature.
Aang wasn't watching where he was going. Realizing this, and that it had gotten him run into people and structures alike more than once, he forced himself to pause with the introspection and get back to finding the one he was searching for. And then, just as abruptly as he'd disappeared in the first place, there he was, the man in the purple robe, and wearing the mask of an elephant - THAT was a relief. "Faren! Is that you?" Aang called out.
The man turned to face him. "How did you know my name? I don't think I recognize you, young one."
"I was sent here, to find you. By Don Browning, he said you'd know that name?"
"Ah, yes! Good sir Don Browning. Look, I'd love to chat, but I'm in the middle of quite the entertaining dance party. Perhaps we could discuss any private matters on the road?" And with that, he sauntered back into the crowd, disappearing yet again from the poor Avatar's grasp.
Well, he had no excuses now. Aang disappointedly sauntered back to the table with his half-finished jelly roll, and where Dio had been sitting. Nothing to do at this point but try and make idle conversation (and not die in the process) while waiting for this infernal party to finally end. And yet, it had just barely begun.
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