Ninth House | Official RP Thread

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“Earth to Inessa,” Thalia uttered, her touch gentle as she tapped Inessa, a clear undercurrent of concern permeating her voice. “Are you okay?” Thalia asked further, sensing that Inessa’s demeanor suggested anything but okay. The question lingered in the air, accompanied by a perplexity fueled by the mystery of Inessa’s unusual state. Was she hiding something? No, that was not Inessa. Inessa had always been an open book, particularly with Thalia. So, what exactly was the source of this disturbance? Inessa’s explanation was seemingly simple—it was because she had been “lost in the beauty of tonight.” However, Thalia knew that was a lie. “Ok,” Thalia offered a small smile, her voice laced with understanding. “If you say so.” She said, not pressing further though she wanted too. It was nothing that was going to make her worry, right? Inessa had just been off because her performance had made her nervous- right! That would have been a good explanation, if not for the fact that Thalia knew quite well that it was not it. “But hey, If you ever want to talk about it, or if you need anything, I’m here,” Thalia added softly, her eyes conveying genuine concern. That was what Thalia had said, a small weak and friendly smile on her face, letting Inessa know that she was here if she wanted her to be there, that she could listen but not pressing further. Instead, she had asked for drinks, asked whether Inessa would be interested in grabbing drinks with her, and when she had said yes, they quickly made their way towards the bar.

Thalia had been quick to scan the array of drinks, her eyes flickering towards the alcoholic section, and weighing her choices. She had classes tomorrow, yes, a 10 pages short story and a poem due in 4 days that she had to write. Yes, the school year had just began and she already had work to do, because after all this was college and also Thalia had taken an extra credit assignment for the beginning of the term that was optional, to start the term with a good grade and keep her writing skills strongs. The poem was easy, it was a free verse, and Thalia had already completed it and printed it out, but she still had a couple pages for the story one, that she had planned to finish today and the next day, meaning that going to sleep and waking up with a hangover was obviously not a good choice.

Thalia should absolutely not do that, she should say no to drinking and in a perfect world, yes, that would have happened but this was not a perfect world. In Thalia’s defense, she did not plan to drink so much that she would get drunk and wake up feeling sickly, it would just be a tiny teansy drop, really believe her. Inessa had, for after all, she had affirmed that alcohol now was the choice.

The good choice, the choice that will help her ease her mind, her frustrations and her fears that she would not be able to carry out her plans for the school year or that North shall never be found. Yes, alcohol would get her to forget- it should have, but why was it not? As she took a sip of the her drink, the wine sliding from the mouth to the esophagus, to the stomach, waiting to be absorbed by the small intestine, the alcohol was doing everything but making her relax. Especially, when her eyes scanned the laughing crowd, the dancing crowd, the crowd where North should have been, the crowd that should have been worried about this whole thing.

She could not help herself, really, then again, it’s not like she tried to control her mouth, but before she could think she had turned to Inessa and ran her mouth, ruining the mood. She shook her head, trying to steer away the conversation into a more relaxing and less depressing mood. But Inessa had replied, telling her she had reached out to someone about it today, just to let them know she was thinking at them. At that, Thalia raised her eyebrows, "Who? " She asked, filled with curiosity. wondering if it was someone she knew. “Is it someone I know? Are they in trouble?” Thalia asked with slight worry in her tone. “But hey-,” Thalia began, her voice slight and soft, “With your reassurance, I’m sure they will be fine.” Thalia reassured, or at least she hoped that was a reassurance because Thalia herself was not the most reassured currently.

Especially at Inessa’s next words. “Can you imagine if one of us went missing?” Can you imagine if one of us… Can you imagine if… Can you… Can, yes Thalia could, she had imagined it ever since the first disappearance- what if this was to happen to her? What if Thalia was to disappear? She had onced questioned, before she came to the conclusion that no- it was not going to happen to her, she was not a big threat in this world, she was not trying to be a big threat at that time. She stuck to herself, did all that she had to did and kept silent, using pictures and writings to speak for her. But now… Thalia was not so sure, and she was especially scared for Inessa who was like gold. Inessa has always been quite popular, she had always stuck out and she could be a next target. Thalia could lose Inessa and that worried her greatly.

She grabbed Inessa’s hand tightly, not tight enough to hurt Inessa, but tight enough to feel something, to create an effect. “Promise me…” She began, “Promise me you won’t put yourself in any trouble,” She squeezed Inessa’s hands gently, “Let’s stick together, okay?” She offered a weak smile, placing her head on top of Inessa’s shoulders with a sigh. Removing her head from on top of Inessa’s shoulders, she held Inessa at arm’s length, getting a good look at her. She was savoring the moment, just in case… just in case. Then she smiled, “Maybe the power of friendship will work on our side,” She teased, wishing to light up the mood. “So let us enjoy the beauty of the night,” And get one more drink of alcohol.

It was her second glass, and Thalia was drinking it blissfully, and she would have continued to do so if not for Inessa’s words that made her almost choke on her drink. It was nothing offensive or shocking, no, instead Thalia should have had no reaction to it- it was just a mention of her brother, just talking about Renlin. But see, that was the problem. is it just me or has alcohol become spicy l- Thalia began looking closely at her glass instead of at Inessa’s face. She could not face her, unless Inessa would see the reddening of her cheeks. “it’s so hot in here,” Thalia said, fanning herself, trying to divert attention away from her reaction. Inessa had chuckled at that, and Thalia could not help herself but to chuckle as well at Inessa’s words. “An omen, huh? Hopefully not, I already have enough spice in my life.” Thalia mused.

The mention of Inessa’s brother and his mysterious activities drew a furrowed brow from Thalia. “Siblings, huh?” Thalia laughed, her voice a touch forced. "Brothers can be quite unpredictable, it seems. She shrugged, “So what about you, how unpredictable has your life been?” She questioned , taking another sip of her drink and stirring the conversation away from the talks of Renlin.

“Rock-climbing was incredible,” Thalia began, her eyes lighting up with the memories. “And yes, I do have pictures. Loads of them,” she added with a playful wink . “The views from the top were breathtaking.” Thalia reached for her phone, scrolling through the pictures, unlike her sister, Kaelith, Thalia had not gone so far up while rockclimbing nor done a lot of tricks because well she was not Kaelith. She had a lot of pictures of Kaelith climbing far because Kaelith had requested for pictures to be taken, “That one is Kaelith,” She said, pointing at a girl in the photo with a sport bra and yoga pants. “That’s Calista, and this one me,” She showed, swiping through the photos, until she reached one, but before Inessa could see that picture, Thalia had quickly placed her phone inside her pocket.

“Sounds like torture,” Thalia agreed with a small giggle, taking another sip from her drink. As she finished her drink, she began to pour herself another one, “But really is that all you need? How was the island, any fun apart from them?”


@Madilnel

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─── ・ 。゚☆: ✦. State Of Grace (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift .✦ :☆゚. ・ ───

Lenore walked down the familiar halls of Ninth House, marking the beginning of her final year. Already, there was an unexpected element to the year - the presence of her older brother. He was supposed to have finished his schooling the year before but for reasons unknown to her, he was coming back for another year.

The Enigma Stag performance that kicked off the Welcoming Day festivities was something Lenore always looked forward to at the start of the school year. This year’s was bittersweet, knowing that it would be her last, but Lenore had decided that she would rather make the most of every moment. Which was exactly why she had taken it upon herself to make her own mask for tonight’s masquerade ball. There had been a bit of trial and error and a lot of scraps of lace on her floor, but eventually, she was able to create something that perfectly echoed the vision she had for the ball. The mask matched the blue of her dress and to make those the main focus of the outfit, she put on a pair of black heels and simple pearl jewellery. She tied her hair back into a half-up style before fastening her mask onto her face, delicately placing a black lace shawl over her shoulders and heading towards the ball.

The splendour in the atmosphere of the ball filled Lenore with amazement and she smiled to herself, having a good feeling about the evening. She made her way through the ballroom, stopping every few minutes and saying hi to people she knew. She made her way over to the bar and ordered herself a gin and tonic. She scanned the room as she waited for her drink, wanting to take in the event from a different angle. A man with a fascinating aura caught her eye, sitting all alone at a table. She met his eyes but he dropped his gaze almost as quickly as he had found hers. With her curiosity being piqued, she made her way over to where he was sitting after being handed her drink.

“Mind if I join you?” She asked him, holding her drink delicately. Surprisingly, the mask wasn’t the most mysterious thing about him and Lenore was determined to find out more about him. Despite this, she still prided herself in being a lady and she would wait until permitted before joining him.

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@idiot.exe - Dominic

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Esther Ruth Dubois (2)

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Amidst her thoughts, Esther sensed a pair of eyes fixated on her, carefully studying every detail of her face. In his gaze, there was vulnerability that lingered, belying the confident facade he presented. As he answered her question, he appeared to be unnerved by the familiarity, glancing down at his drink as he quickly strategized his next move. Esther smiled curiously as she pondered a series of possibilities, “Well, we seem to be wondering the same thing”, she started. As a little time had passed, Esther’s internal feeling of dread only grew. With another glimpse into his eyes, she slowly realized that the man’s presence had stirred up memories of her past. Particularly, a fragment of her past buried deep within her mind, never to be uncovered.

Her smile faded into a mixed expression, one of concealed trepidation and dismal. She took another sip of water, clearing her throat before continuing, “I think we’ve met prior to Ninth House, after all, this happens to be my first year”.

Esther shifted her weight once again and the man had noticed her odd behavior, inquiring about her anxious movements. “I’m fine - Just a little dizzy”, Esther answered. She tried to suppress the discomfort that weighed down on her, but with each passing minute, the poison continued to tear through her, threatening to unravel her carefully constructed mask. Feeling weak and vulnerable, her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, and she was unable to meet the man’s gaze as he stared at her in concern. She saw him lean in closer and soften his expression, seeming to observe her distress. He spoke to her but she could hardly hear him over the pounding of her heart. “I - I should go - I’m sorry”, she stammered, barely audible under her shaky breaths. Realizing the rapidly escalating situation, she abruptly excused herself from the conversation, fearful of causing a scene. But as she stepped forward, Esther found herself spinning, the room spinning around her, a darkness closing in on the edges of her vision. Before she knew it, she felt herself falling, her legs giving away beneath her.

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the refractory period (post nut clarity)

I skipped the banter part sue me we’re moving on <3

Ass- hole. She struggled, and he maintained his aggressive strokes inside her, knowing now that the sound of her cries, and the shape of her body did not belong to just any insignificant hookup, but it was Amani: his friend, his never requited love. And that awareness drove his senses to their peaks, feeling the moment with her as if he had never forgotten the memories, and his longing had only grown stronger every day of her absence.

A part of him also hoped it he was hurting her.
He wanted her to feel the pain she deserved, but still, he waited for her to finish. He kept his composure as long as he could because he was an adequate sexual partner, but specifically with her, he wanted to preserve the moment for a bit longer. This was a one night stand after all, so if he did not see her in the morning, that was expected. She would only become a memory to reside in, so he tried to extend the moment just a bit, knowing there would be more to replay.

After they had finished, Amani tried leaving, but his mind was still a bit paralyzed. It was so surreal. Everything he had wondered before, he knew the answer to now; how she looked without any of her clothes on, the way she kissed, what she felt like on the inside. Yet still… he could not have her.

A part of him wished it hadn’t happened this way.
But he brushed it off, and held her wrist before she could leave.

She raised a brow, and he laughed, pulling her by the hand. “And where are you gonna go now, to sleep? Because if you still feel like you can dance right now, then I didn’t do my job right.”

She rolled her eyes, and he raised his hand from her wrist, using it to brush her messy hair from her face to preserve some of her grace.

“The night’s barely started.”
He spoke to her sensually, and she listened with the same energy he was giving her. For a moment, it felt distantly like the times she would tease him back in the day, just that this time she hadn’t left him wondering. It was so familiar that it almost felt like magic, pixie dust floating around her shoulders.

Til someone opened the bedroom door.

@kristi Amani
@novella Jesse?

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≪•◦ Suit & Tie - Justin Timberlake ◦•≫

Entering the new year at Ninth House, Jesse Isaac Routledge was more ready than ever. Every passing term he had previously endured had shaped the person that stood at the doors of the masquerade ball. Having navigated the Umbra Coven’s social dynamics while delving into the various academic pursuits, Jesse felt well-equipped to starting the year that now faced him. He had to be, as time was catching up to him, and he would before long have completed his course. Soon, he will be left to find a life with his achievements, and answering the question – what kind of legacy will Jesse Routledge be leaving?

Tonight would be the start to that answer, and as Jesse entered the ballroom he braced himself for what was ahead. His method of doing so? Heading straight for the bar.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have gotten through that class without you too, man,” Jesse responded to the person he had truly never seen before, clearly in some nostalgic mood, his eyes frequently looking past their shoulder for the attention of the bartender. The problem with coming back to school after a prolonged period? Everyone wants to have a catchup. This was his third round of pleasantries he was caught in on his journey to the bar. His gaze eventually remained on the bartender, his responses to the stranger cut down to the occasional half-hearted “Really?” and “Oh wow,” as they spoke about their summer endeavours.

After the seemingly impossible mission of obtaining a drink was finally complete, Jesse broke off from the small-talking hardly-acquaintances as he reached for his phone. Upon doing so, his attention was caught by a missed text he had received from a face that he actually found familiar. A covert rendezvous at events such as these became regular practice for him and Amani Monet, and so her suggestion for another had been expected. And thank God, something to make this more interesting.

With that, Jesse weaved his way through the crowd, headed towards the usual place of action.

Though as he entered, the scene Jesse had expected was far away from the one he could see. “In high demand tonight, I see,” He exclaimed the moment he walked in, making his presence known by Amani and whoever she had been joined by. He was surprised, but he wouldn’t show it. Jesse and Amani’s relationship was heavily casual, and this is in the terms of that agreement. Which is why he advanced further into the room, aware and ignoring the fact that he was probably interrupting something, a lighthearted tone to his voice as he asked “So when’s my turn?” His eyes glistening as they met Amani’s.

“Come on, then, who’s my placeholder?” Jesse asked, amused as his gaze then moved on to the second person, now reaching the foot of the bed. “Mystery man, reveal yourself!” He exclaimed in a gameshow manner, talking into his hand that became a makeshift microphone before pointing it in the direction of the masked man. As he did, vague recognition became identification, realising Amani’s partner for the night. “Interesting choice,” Jesse remarked casually, stifling a laugh.

As a moment of silence approached, Jesse held his hands up as if in surrender. “Please, don’t let me stop you guys,” He insisted, though he didn’t move away. Then he shrugged and a smile crossed his face. “Why don’t I stay here too, and jump in when necessary? I’m sure the need will arise soon enough, anyway.”

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@raviola bestie!!
@Kristi babes

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As Amani rose from the bed, a sharp pain shot through her wrist, radiating to her back. It was a side effect of the… substance. At the same time, that thing offered Amani protection, and she cherished it. It was a gift from her father, after all. But it also tended to feed off her, particularly in moments this, especially in moments like this when her little substance got really hungry. The pain was bound to exit soon, it usually took a couple of minutes, before it finished eating after she had sex. She reached down for her clothes, and she felt the slight urge to stagger, but Amani maintained her composure. She was Amani Ditto Monet after all,and Amani was always composed. Not to talk about the fact, she was accustomed to the hunger, that at times it felt like a slight pinch if she ignored it and took a rest and her medicine.

Yes, that was the plan- the plan for the remainder of her day, retreat back to her room for a leisure bubble bath, clear her mind for class and perhaps have a snack to let it feed more, so it shall be satisfied for weeks. The prospect of a quiet evening, seemed far more appealing to Amani than returning to the dullness of the party, and pretending to like the performances- oh right, Amani did not pretend to like any, she simple did nothing but take slight sips of the wine she drank as she listened to the commentary that the Headmaster said every single year and blocked her mind from the performances-. none of them seemed to be of any good, they were quite repetitive, the same thing she watched the first year, but for some reason it seemed the quality had gone down. It possibly had to do with the facts that; it did, she just did not pay attention or everyone’s mind was occupied with Miles North. But whatever it was, it was an embarrassment, especially since little Nessy was in it.

Before Amani could actually reach out for her clothes, she had been stopped again by Lux Luther’s heir the mysterious man. At that, Amani’s brow had arched, her expression a silent commentary on the interruption. The man seemed to have other plans, tugging her by the hand as if there was some pressing matter that required her immediate attention. Her eyes conveyed an unspoken annoyance, the raising of her brow more passive-aggressive than inquisitive, as if asking, *What the hell are you doing? * Leave me alone. It was all over. She hated it even more because he seemed to be intensifying her pain , as if the substance did not like him or more like the way he was holding her.

'And where are you-" He began, his voice laced with quite the confidence, making Amani roll her eyes at his next words. How cocky could one be? The hand that had been firmly on her wrist was now released, used to brush her hair from her face. His whispered words hung in the air, a reminder that the night was far from over. But instead of agreeing with his words, Amani smiled- it wasn’t a friendly smile, far from that, although it was quite sultry. Her lips parted, ready to whisper back a line, as she leaned into his ear, “And now,” Amani breathed out, her voice a velvety whisper, “It’s endi-” Before Amani could finish her words, the door swung open, interrupting their moment. “What the-” She blinked, about to cover herself, when the intruder began to speak.

Jesse , she thought, Oh, it was just him. There was no need to cover herself; , after all it was not like he had not seen it before. Instead, there was only a need to give him a bored look as he continued to speak. She had momentarily forgotten the fact that she texted him, but it would be a lie to say that she was not expecting this type of unfazed behavior from him. “Jesse,” Amani’s tone carried a note of caution, a subtle command for him to either keep quiet or make himself scarce and wait for her outside. However, Jesse, true to his carefree nature, paid little heed to the unspoken request. His eyes shifted to the masked man, and Amani could feel the tension in the stranger’s grip tightening, holding her more tightly, as if there was something about Jesse that he thoroughly disliked. Whatever it was, the pain seemed to be dropping.

For some reason, that made Amani quite amused, as her eyes darted from the two. He seemed to know Jesse, and Jesse, well, Jesse decided to play the showman. “Maybe Enigma would have been the better choice for you, you would fit in with that bubbling energy. Not a favorite certainly, you still need a lot of work on that showman thing.” It was said playfully, because after all, Amani could not help but to find herself quite amused at what she was feeling, especially since the pain seemed to be diluting.Interesting choice, Jesse had said, stifling laughter, though there was a hint of passive aggressiveness that made Amani think they definitely knew each other. She couldn’t resist a small smirk, realizing that the night had taken an unexpected turn. The masked man’s identity remained elusive, his face hidden behind the mask, but Amani couldn’t shake the feeling that she had seen him before. Her mind resisted the possibilities, unwilling to entertain certain ideas, because what if it was- no, it could not be, the substance would have told her if it was, giving her some kind of reaction.

Ignoring Jesse’s casual banter, Amani reached up, her fingers gently adjusting the mysterious man’s mask. As her fingers grazed his face, she looked into his eyes, trying to decipher the familiarity she felt. There was a nagging sense that she should recognize him, but the connection remained elusive. Amani leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, “Do I know you?” she whispered. Not who are you?, remove the mask, because, truthfully, she did not want to know who he was. There was something telling her not to, to live with the unknown for today. After all, with that boring party, Amani needed some entertainment, and knowing who the man was might just ruin the fun. Besides, she was hoping it was not who she thought it was, but there was no way for that, right?

Before he could respond, Amani pressed her lips against his in a brief, tantalizing kiss. It was a playful act, not necessarily driven by genuine affection but rather fueled by the desire to escalate the tension in the room and to have some fun. Perhaps the peeling hairline was right; Ok I will stop with the jokes, maybe the night was still quite young. A small devilish smile played on her lips, and she savored the palpable tension that lingered in the air. Pulling away, Amani turned her attention back to Jesse, I never knew you were a peeping tom, a voyeur,” Amusement was very evident in her voice, “Perhaps we shall not need you” She teased, her voice velvety mix of challenge and mockery. She turned towards the masked man, eyeing his still naked body up and down to his eyes, ignoring the stinging sensation in her back, “What do you think, are we going to need him?” She asked with a low voice, the corners of her lips twitching to a small smile and her eyes sparkling with suggestiveness, “Want to keep him entertained, or do I keep him entertained?” She whispered the last part into his ear. She pulled back, her fingers lightly traced the edge of his mask, “Very interesting choice indeed,” She said, turning to Jesse, referencing his words.


wanker

@raviola- fren

@novella frennie

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≪°❈°≫ Twixter - Make Out Monday ≪ °❈° ≫

Tae delicately placed a vinyl record on his record player, turned it on, and then delicately placed down the needle, listening as the familiar music filled his room. He pulled the suit bag with his outfit for the night out of his closet and carefully unzipped it. He got changed, fastening his vest before looking in his mirror to tie his tie. His dark sleeve of tattoos was still visible underneath the thin fabric of his shirt sleeve. He made sure his hair was styled to his liking before fastening his mask on his face. The mask gave him a strange sense of comfort - for an evening, he didn’t have to be Tae Duman unless he wanted to. When he was Tae Duman, he was the black sheep. The odd one out. The mistake.

He entered the ball with his older sister, Felicity, but the two parted ways quickly upon arriving. Anyone who didn’t know the pair would have likely assumed that they didn’t know each other. It wasn’t done out of malice but more so that the longer they stayed together, the more people would be alerted to the fact that they were the pair of siblings that was meant to be three and that carried a certain weight to it which they were happy to shed for an evening.

It wasn’t often that he got an opportunity to just be Tae and he intended to make the most of it.

Would he typically consider himself a bold person? Not in the slightest but something about having a mask to hide behind was inspiring Tae to be bold and he found himself approaching a mysterious-looking man with a bird mask. Even with the masks, everyone was recognizable to a certain degree and so he was pretty confident that he had never met this man before.

“Good evening.” He greeted him, an effortless smile on his face. “Can I have this dance?” He asked as the music changed, offering the man his hand. As much as this wasn’t like himself, Tae was curious to see if the man would accept his proposal and wondered where the night might take him.

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@cordyx - Seung-Min

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Swiping the last product from the brush, his face twisted in a hyper-fixed manner as he stroked the last eyeshadow to finalize the look. Such focus was made to fully immerse himself in a realm of fantasy he has not dipped in a good minute. His efforts were null, however, as he looked next to his dresser to see a dainty black mask conveniently placed next to him as a reminder of the memo of the event. Right, masquerade. Mask. Cover face. Great. Slumping in his seat, he let out a loud groan as he cried over the effort to make a certain bang to the crowd, feeling slightly defeated as he scrolled back to nights in preparation, scrolling through blogs and videos on makeup tutorials.

His spirits were raised easily, however, as he scrolled through his laptop to listen to more upbeat music. Not the smooth study chill songs, something to pump the blood with a diabetic amount of serotonin. Feeling the beat of every drum and guitar he listened to, he had the urge to fully immerse himself in giving a personal concert. With the finale at hand, he looked back at his wardrobe and checked for the sealed suit locked away until the aforementioned masquerade ball was at hand. Zipping down the covered suit flew down a blue note, giving Seung-min a certain form of confusion as to who wrote the letter. Unraveling it was a note from her omma, scented lightly with her favorite perfume as a last send-off to a new chapter of his life, reading: “Have fun at this latest chapter of your life. I know you can be a star in your show, just like you always are. Just don’t let me hear a call from the head of your misdeeds. Love you, xxx-omma.” Flipping the other side read: “Have fun at college, Min-min! PS: Technically, your room is vacant, so I will gladly take all your jackets and room. finders keepers. thank u sweet caring amazing big brother~” “Sunny!” Seung-min let out a fat cry as she looked at the time and quickly dressed up to go to the event.

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Awestruck. All he could be was awestruck; the architecture and the decor were something he never thought would be in, as all the elegance he saw was something worthy of displays and museums only. The chandeliers and glittering people made the room enticing, giving him a sense of appreciation for a place so alien to him as he thought about his life changing into something new. Something better for his future. Probably. Perusing around the ballroom looking for candidates to dance and have some fun, he realized that some were preoccupied with some things he was not all too familiar with, soon giving up as he walked to the side to grab a punch to drink. Looking down as he drank, he heard a voice in front of him as he was finally asked to have a dance. Seeping in with excitement, he was supposed to gleefully accept but remembered his uncle’s advice on keeping a serious face with a sea of serious people with covered motives. Keeping his cool, he made an effort. “Yes! I mean, yeah… I’d totes like that, cause the party is so… boring. I’m looking for adventure, b-but not without a dance from a handsome fellow.”

Taking his hands, the two of them swayed freely around the dancefloor as the scene around them circled with every twinkle reflected in the chandelier. Keeping his voice down to a minimum, he soothed his voice as he came near the man. “You’re a great dancer. Um, would it be too forward to ask you your name, or do you like the game of hot and cold? Either way, I like playing both.” With a slight grin, he had twirled the man around as a way to make a bit of fun as he chuckled, grabbing him back as he whispered, “So what made you come near me and ask for a dance? Did I look lonely? Is the food getting cold? Or an invitation away from the party? I hope it isn’t the last one, cause the food here is just divine. They have these coated nuts that look simple, but when you bite them, boom! a landmine of flavors, like—it’s just—” Realizing that he was going on a tangent, Seung-min remained calm as he went back to the cool persona, “…Really interesting. Cool. But whatever it is, I’m very interested in where the wind will take us. Cool. Do you like jazz?”

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@Caticorn - Tae

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Dominic Vaillant

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Dominic kept his head down and eyes on his drink long enough to go unnoticed. After a while, he subtly looked up, making sure the woman had left. But to his misfortune, she seemed to be walking in his direction. He felt a jolt go through his body, his heart speeding up. Just what did he want with him? Had she caught him accidentally staring and assumed the worst, or had she assumed he was interested? The music and the guests faded into the background, as he shifted his focus to her. The closer she got, the higher the tension in the air became. Dominic tightened the grip on his glass, before pretending to take a sip with a nonchalant attitude. He needed to control himself, or else he’d risk showing weakness.

Once the woman became visible from the corner of his eye, Dominic looked up as if he’d just noticed her. Taking a deep breath, he kept his expression neutral, appearing unaffected by her sudden approach. “No, go ahead,” he answered, nodding to the seat in front of him. “Though I’m sorry to say you’ll find I’m not the best company to be around,” he warned. He took another fake sip of his drink, taking a moment to think of his next move.

Now that she was standing in front of him, he could get a closer look at the outfit that had captivated him. He noticed the subtle pearl jewelry giving her an aura of elegance and sophistication, and the black lace shawl adding a touch of mystery to her look. This stranger had no doubt caught his attention, and now he felt compelled to find out more about her. Whoever she was and whatever position she held at this prestigious academy, Dominic was willing to take a risk. After all, he was completely masked, and even without it nobody at this ball knew him. If things escalated, he could flee through the exit and never return. So he let his curiosity take over, turning his nervousness into excitement.

Dominic placed the drink down, leaning forward. “So, what brought you here?” he asked, his cold eyes meeting hers.

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Renlin
//Clone
Ren found himself at the bar, ordering an olfashioned. Not just one, no, he was onto his third now. Should he really be mixing alcohol with the medication that was keeping him awake? Most definitely not.

Despite the potential consequences, Renlin shrugged off the thought. The smooth blend of bourbon and bitters seemed to align with his desire for a temporary escape.

As he continued to indulge in the amber liquid, the surroundings blurred slightly. The chatter around him faded. Renlin found solace in the anonymity the mask provided. It shielded him, allowing a bit of detachment from himself.

For many, the night offers a detachment from the realities of the world. In tje world of dreams, you can escape, explore, and experience a different reality. However, for Renlin, this nocturnal detachment takes a darker turn. His nights are not a sanctuary but rather a battleground where nightmares unfold.

For Renlin, these nightmares were a dance right on the border between sleep and wakefulness. The shadows of dark and unrest lingered, and the need for help became not just a stimulant for wakefulness but a shield against the haunting visions that awaited in the silence of the night.

The masquerade, with its vibrant energy and lively atmosphere, surrounded Renlin. The music pulsed through the air, the laughter of masked friends, and the colorful array of costumes painted the room with vibrancy. Yet, amidst this lively scene, Renlin found himself acutely aware of the silent that lingered, the absence of some, the unspoken sorrows that resonated beneath the surface. In the midst of the celebration, a subtle melancholy danced alongside the lively beats, a reminder that not everyone was here partaking in the celebration.

Renlin held no fear of public speaking; the opinions of others held little sway over him. As Renlin found himself standing ahead of the group on the staircase, a wave of uncertainty lingered. How had he ended up here? Navigating through the crowd, Renlin found himself on the staircase almost as if guided by an invisible force.

Now elevated on the staircase, Renlin looked over railing to the bustling crowd below. The illusion of everyone’s presence was kept well, but they were all aware that not everyone truly was at this party.

Renlin cleared his throat, but the noise of the masquerade drowned out the sound, leaving it unnoticed by the attendees. He tcleared his throat once more, this time a bit louder, this time being able to capture the attention of those nearby, his action echoing in the expansive space as a deliberate pause.

Renlin took a step forward, attempting to speak loud enough for everyone to hear., “Well, isn’t this a lively night?” his voice cracked ever so slightly, leading to a moment of pause, before he chuckled it off.

“Isn’t it just so nice that we’re all here together again, creating memories and sharing moments in this vibrant gathering?” Renlin rambled. “How was your summer, Miles? Seraphina? Did you guys do anything exciting?” Renlin asked, a smile on his face, but the lack of response hung in the air, leading to an awkward silence.

As Renlin exclaimed, “Oh right, they can’t answer because they aren’t here. And here we all are just okay with that? Is that okay? I mean I have been letting the thoughts run all over my mind, so I’m sure I’m not the only one. Raise of hands who has been thinking this too!” he gestured dramatically, expecting a response.

Renlin chuckled to himself, saying, “I for one have suspicions…” as he continued to entertain his thoughts in front of all his classmates and professors.

@NinthHouse attention attention ren has spoken
@novella waiting for his prince to rescue him

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Atlas Theodore Alstone

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The mysterious woman’s words sent a chill down Atlas’ spine. Not only were they both experiencing an odd sense of deja vu, but she claimed to be a new student. He struggled to keep his smile as his mind travelled across his memories, wondering just where he’d seen her face before. There was one particular person on his mind from the beginning, but he simply couldn’t believe it. There was no chance, it had to be a trick.

Atlas forced a weak laugh. “A new student? My, you’re funny,” he spoke, attempting to shrug off his doubts. “You want to play a guessing game? I’m intrigued. But a fair warning, you won’t discover me so easily, I aim to keep my identity hidden for tonight,” he winked playfully, taking a sip from his drink.

But despite his relaxed exterior, the nagging feeling in the back of his mind persisted. The more he thought about it, the more clues he noticed. Though her face might’ve changed through the years, her voice sounded eerily familiar to the woman in his memories. His thoughts went back to a different time, back to his high school days where they’d first met. But there was something different about the person standing in front of him. Her mannerisms and body language were off, as if she were nervous. But Atlas was left clueless of what caused it. She claimed to be dizzy, but the way she was acting suggested otherwise. Atlas’ brows furrowed in concern, as she struggled to even look up at him.

He took a step back to give her space, but kept his eyes on her. “Are you sure? You look really unwell, but I might be assuming,” he spoke in a softer tone.

The person then excused herself, apologizing to Atlas. He paused in reluctance, before speaking, “Wait, maybe you should sit down—” he cut himself off in uncertainty as she took a step forward to leave. “I’m sorry, I—”

And just then, he noticed the way her body began to sway. Before he could even process it, she’d lost her balance and fell forward into him. “Esther—” Atlas gasped. The glass she’d been holding shattered on the ground, liquid spilling across the floor. He stepped forward to support her with his weight, putting an arm around her to hold her up. “I mean, no, I… Not Esther…” he stammered, his breath catching in his throat. The music and voices around him combined into a loud, disorienting noise, as ringing filled his ears.

Atlas frantically looked around the room, looking for the nearest place to put her down. His eyes landed on an empty bench next to the wall. He put his own glass on a nearby table, freeing both his arms to lift her up. He made his way to the sofa with a quickened pace, laying the woman down on it.

The first thing he did was put a finger against the side of her throat, feeling for a pulse. “Please don’t be dead, don’t be dead…” he mumbled to himself. Once he felt a faint heartbeat, Atlas sighed in relief. His shaky hand reached up to the collar of his shirt, tugging on it as the atmosphere seemed to turn suffocating. He stood helplessly next to the bench, unsure of how to even proceed. Does he call for help? Wait until she wakes up on her own? He didn’t even know first aid.

“Wake up, come on… I… I don’t know what to do!” he shouted, his eyes darting across the room to find a solution. “Damn it… If it really is you, then you seem to have a thing for—” he cut off, noticing another woman’s eyes on them.

Atlas waved to her, hoping she’d notice what was going on. Though he hated the way he was acting, so in that moment he forced a weak smile, hoping the mask hid the rest of his expression.

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@Mouschi Esther Ruth Dubois
@raviola Desdemona Sevdaliza


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celestine beaumont

sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows

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“That I do not oppose. However, and I do apologize for the bluntness, I find it tiresome to stick out in a crowd like a sore thumb. I guess I could try the things they wear, but I feel like they’re more afraid of playing with colors, residing in the usual muted tones… to the point of actually blending in the background.” Celestine let out an awkward chuckle, rather out of her character, as she rubbed her head to soothe herself from slipping more than she thought was enough. With a whispering tone, she added, “I sound rude, but once they realize that one can style hair other than a flimsy beach wave, that will be the day Celestine graduates. Maybe then I’ll see a student rocking a 1967 Balenciaga oval dress for my pleasure, but I digress.” Stepping back, she looked up at the chandelier once more as she tensed up, remembering her slipping away from unnecessary comments. “Light reflects a gown’s sequin and silk. At least to some, they are not afraid of utilizing fabrics to the best of their taste. I could hook you up with a stylist or shopper since… I’m not saying you need one, but a suggestion may help improve what is lacking in some departments.”

The conversation continued on as she found herself more detached from the room and its sender, looking at every loom of curtains and reflection of light refracted by the dresses. His demeanor and playful attitude seemed one-note for Celestine, not showing any form of emotion other than playful and mischievous banter. Such a sweet demeanor urged Celestine’s mind to excuse herself so as to find a much more entertaining fellow. She went on, however, hoping that she could crack him out or learn some information that could make all the hollow conversations feel like something. The references in golden intertwined with a show gave her a good chuckle however, further adding flame to make him stumble a bit by adding more references as they become more obscure unless an avid watcher, "Really? What did you make me, then? A Rose? Certainly not a Blanche, but a suggestion of a Sofia? The limit is endless to knowing what lurks behind a frock. Perfection is usually skin deep, lying beneath a person that pricks hard or lowers you down. I’ve been rambling again, but I’m still dying to know what you think of me! ” She fought on with a smile, finally hearing another golden commentary, and by reflex, she replied back, “Right, comedy gold you are. I’d call it more of a comedian pyrite, but either way, the crowd can’t tell the difference.”

That tone was just as cheery as ever, not breaking down at all, no matter how hard she tried. A sense of self in her body was chucked out, releasing some kind of energy she was not able to shake off. It was only thanks to her mother’s training that she could control herself so as to make the conversation seem civil and elegant. She had sensed something that could be more, but brushed it off as she continued on with a graceful smile, grasping his shoulders as she moved closer to his ears. “I am well aware of the garden’s… quirks. They lash out and change into something they are willing to show. I may not know the garden’s full potential, but it certainly is not afraid of making a scene just for the fun of it. Who knows how many people dilly-dally around the gardens just to find themselves in another realm where color is five times more saturated than this place? People who pick flowers are aware of the garden’s unpredictability, and yet you wouldn’t call them adventurous types since they only get the flowers for scrapbooking.” Looking back at him, she felt a snicker that could be released at any time like a ticking clock ready to explode. She kept a calm attitude as the world around her came back to her senses, a feeling of which the void was sucked out, regaining a form of elegance that had been lost for a good minute. “My views are not exactly world-shaking, so to speak. Every noble and dignitary who has ever danced with the crowd is well aware of each motive that can strike them at any move. Ask anyone what their view of people going away from parties is; you get the same answer with different wordings. The same dance, the same talk, the same demeanor. I assure you, I am simply a person with no discernible information other than the fact that I dress nice.”

Rearranging herself, she looked around a crowd to see some looking at her. Maybe they sensed something was wrong. Lover’s quarrel? Or maybe something more. Either way, her gaze looked back at him as she simply nodded and followed his advice. His whispers continue, giving Celestine a check on the environment. Looking back at him, she wrapped her arms around him as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I certainly do, though I hoped for a more fabulous accessory than this getup.”

It felt like an eternity to walk outside, pretending something was happening excitingly, but Celestine pushed through as the memories of what she had said washed through her mind. Certain forms of regret and doubt were added to her memory, leaving her to look at the scenery to see any form of anomaly that could harm both reputations. In a safer spot, she had finally let go and dropped the romantic persona. Breathing in and out, she looked back at him with reassurance of what had happened in the ballroom. “Before you say anything, I did not hear any form of sneaking or the like. Besides, other than some nosy gossip, I did not say anything that could raise any form of drama from anyone. Sure, the final comment on s*x was a little too scandalous for a formal setting, but I talked about elegance and manners, a topic so common among these ruffians that I can simply blend in by making it seem like I’m teaching a clueless nobody to integrate into the world of society.”

The feeling did not relieve her of the weight she had felt, however, as if recounting the memories and picking apart things that may stain the elegant name of the Beaumont’s. She was obvious, not by her words but in the way she presented herself. Maybe she had dressed differently—no, there were some words she should’ve said differently. Whatever it is, she looked at him, slightly defeated but keeping a posture to keep some form of dignity. “I may have lashed out and made some comments, hitting you one by one. I apologize. But I think you need lesson one on elegance and manners; be mindful of your words.” Pacing the place, she murmured with frustration as she scanned back at her memories once more. “Not an adventurous type… and on a stupid garden at school grounds? Even the president excuses himself to eliminate an enemy during a stately dinner. And the enemy is 34 kilometers away.”

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@Jass - Dante

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@Littlefeets sorry ab her Raven
@idiot.exe Atlas
@Mouschi Esther
@Kristi Thalia briefly mentioned


The other girl who replied to Desdemona sounded very sober, much more than Mona did. But trust, she was not on any drug, she just acted like it. Opposite to her, this girl seemed very naturally serious, almost a little bit… dominant? It intruiged mona. She had never met anyone with her demeanor before. Granted, she had only met like three people, but even Mom and Dad were still very warm when they were being bossy. Raven was more cool. but still seemed bossy.

Raven. That was her name so she must not have been in the Cipher group. Then who was? Should she have memorized the entire student body then?

Regardless, the other girl had asked her a question, so Desdemona interrupted her thoughts to respond “I am new! How did you know?” Mona smiled, genuinely having no idea how someone could be so insightful. She obviously had no idea how obviously new she looked, both to the school and society itself.

“What’s your superpower group?” She asked, unsure how to refer to the clusters. The girl wanted to know which group everyone was, and how their powers worked. According to her studying, others could possess either photokinetic resonance, shadow manipulaiton, or cryptomancy. Did each power have commonly associated personality traits? If so, what are Cipher traits? Should she be more like that?

She didn’t know the answer to that question, but she knew that she also wanted to talk to lots of people! For a quick second, she looked behind Raven at who else was at the scene to talk to. THALIA! SHE SAW THALIA SHE SAW THALIA ALERT ALERT! “Thalia!” Mona exclaimed, her eyes widening, and she sort of looped around Raven, forgetting their conversation before going to find her awesome bestie.

But as she navigated through the crowd, a harsh shatter sounded on the floor. It was a wine glass, and above it, Mona saw a girl lying unconscious in the arms of another student. Everyone’s heads were turning to face the same thing, but no one moved to help. Instead, they all seemed to watch idly, like sitting ducks. In oblivion, Desdemona did not notice the implication of their silence.

Instead, she walked over to the girl, and gave the guy holding her a soft look, signaling he let her see. He turned her body ever so slightly, allowing Mona to take that look. Her chest rose and fell, still breathing, but her skin was pale, and she looked sick. Mona was probably expected to check her pulse, or something more useful, but instead, she brushed the girl’s hair behind her ear, and gently caressed her cheek. As her hand dragged along the girl’s face, speckles of gold shone about her fingers and down her palm.

In a voice so light that it sounded almost like a whisper, Mona began to sing to her, resting her hand on the girl’s heart. “Papilio meo," her eyes went white, and the golden glow rushed out of her hands like a current, but it fragmented, threatening to stop. She shook her head, trying again until it worked. "Secretum tuum indica mihi. quid pateris? Quid a me lates? Spiritus tuus explodit, sed hanc pugnam feremus. Quid est arcanum tuum?” This time the pattern seemed to work, and the energy emitted from Desdemona’s fingertips seemed to seep down into Esther’s chest, stirring her body slightly.

The melody was sweet and meaningful, yet something about her expression seemed disturbed. It was like the spell she had casted was not hers, but rather belonged to the foreign entity that entranced her. Desdemona was hardly capable of basic logarithms from her small world, so how was it possible that she could conjure such magic?

At the end of the song, she blinked, and her eyes regained their olive color, and she returned back to reality. From her point of view, her skin had regained some of its color, and she could sense her eyes on the brink of fluttering back open. Aside from the girl, she looked back up to the guy holding her. Mona chuckled nervously, and then looked up to him before giving a guilty smile. “Hi,” she said finally.

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@Kristi Amani
@Novella Jesse
this might be booty but wtv we ball


When he pulled her, she rolled her eyes, and he smirked, amused by her protest. Her btchy smile was probably meant to be an insult, but he wasn’t really paying attention as he looked down between her legs, admiring her figure once more. As much as she tried to act nonchalant, he noticed her loss of ease when trying to leave. Her orgasm hadn’t even fully settled yet, and she already wanted to leave? Cold. Much colder than he remembered the platonic version of Amani, but he supposed that now he knew all of the stories she told were realistic.

Amani whispered, and he leaned his ear closer to her lips when she spoke. She told him she was going to leave, but her voice sounded like seduction. He put his free hand on her waist, holding her to say not yet. But in the middle of her whispering, the door was opened by the intruder. Considering her previous annoyance by his statement, he swallowed a laugh at her surprise. He did tell her the night wasn’t over, after all.

He put his hand down, refocusing on the new topic at hand with a quiet, raised brow. He was trying to piece together who he was before Amani said his name.
Jesse.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before he confirmed his theory about them. Kind of perfect right? That the two worst people in the coven were the voices he heard moaning behind the wall. No wonder the girl’s screams sounded fake.

He wanted to protest, but they spoke first, so he listened, his hand still on her wrist.

Her comebacks to him were decent-sounding, but inadequate. Even though she was clearly not having his bullsht, he persisted, walking into the room without a care in the world. Typical, he’s never had to face the consequences to his actions, so of course he doesn’t care. And even to Vinnie, it felt a bit vile how he asked for “his turn.”

“You missed it.” Vinnie informed him. “I’m sure you could ask uncle dearest for a way around that too, though. Maybe he’ll let you get more than one girl if the trust fund provides for it.” As per usual, Vincenzo had to react, making a small suggestion about the upper class’s affinity for prostitution.

He probably should have been a bit more discomforted by Jesse seeing him naked, considering human instinct, but he didn’t really feel a need to. He was pretty overconfident about his body, and Jesse had frankly seen much much worse from him. The one thing that was a bit alarming was that if Vincenzo gave too much away, then Amani would have all of the material to figure out his identity.
He supposed she could have a hint or two.

“You can leave now, by the way. I know you probably love what you’re seeing right now,” Vinnie gestured at his own body, changing the subject. “But it’s not for you.” He would have pointed at Amani, but that probably was for him, at least to some extent. Besides, this option was more accurate. Even if Jesse wasn’t gay, he was definitely obsessed with him. The only reason he could possibly feel that much of a necessity to bring him down, was because he knew Vinnie was better.

“Mystery man, reveal yourself!”

Amani reeled in closer to Vinnie, almost sitting on his lap again and asked if she knew him. He turned his head back to her ear, and whispered back with a venomous smile. “You know I can’t answer that.” And he didn’t explain why, but the reason seemed a bit obvious. Now that ‘the masked man’ could guess her identity based on Jesse’s appearance, it was inferable that he knew she was Amani, so he was obviously not keeping quiet to preserve the mutual anonymity. He just wanted to preserve his own. And within the low, familiar sound of his voice, she had to have heard Enzo talking.

She kissed him, and then he leaned back in his seat, watching her tease the both of them. Was she trying to initiate something? Because he didn’t think either of them would be down for that, but he watched her with a smirk. “You’re supposed to be keeping me entertained.” He reminded her, and picked up a piece of her hair, twirling it with his fingers. Then, he looked back up into her eyes. “But he can watch, if that’s what he’s into.”

Then he turned to Jesse, appealing to the suggestion of his voyeurism. “Does that turn you on? Watching other guys take your girl from you?” Vinnie scoffed. “Didn’t see that one coming.”

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“And leave my favourite Umbra Coven’s? Come on, I could never do that,” Jesse exclaimed, gesturing to the pair of them. But it seemed that comment had a hesitant reaction, a confused Amani looking back to the third party to confer. He watched as she toyed with the mask of Vince’s, teasing the reveal of his face. Would Amani expect it? She knew who she was in bed with, right? Who knew. If anyone here was an enigma it was her. Some days Jesse thought he knew her, but then she would never fail to surprise her. It was probably what kept him coming back, and why he was stood here in this room. I mean, it certainly wasn’t for Vincenzo’s benefit.

The Amani’s mystery partner in the background finally piped up, to which Jess raised his eyebrows in mock-surprise. “Oh, he speaks!” He exclaimed, his mind still on how much Vinnie had told the girl. About his identity, specifically. “Already tried that, bud. Maybe some of your old housemates from last year could link me up?” He quipped, then shrugging in disappointment after the warning look he received in response.

Though Amani hardly gave Vinnie time to reply to her questioning, as she began kissing him again. Jesse started backing away as clearly they were too busy. But as he did, they turned their attention back to him as they began their accusations. “Me? I was merely responding to your message, darling,” He told in a soft but humorous tone to Amani as he held his hands up in defence, referencing the invite that she had sent him. To Vinnie, though, his approach was far different. “Does sleeping with girls that don’t know who you are turn you on?” Jesse asked him, but then he let out a scoff that mirrored his. “Suppose that’s the only way you’d get any,” He continued.

From the ball, he caught the distant sound of a familiar voice. In a way that did not sound good. In a way that told him he needed to wrap this up and get back down there. “Well, this has been fun,” Jesse commented, in a distracted manner that did not sound convinced it had been fun. He backed away further, ignoring whatever the pair were saying to him. “Amani, always a pleasure to see you,” Jesse nodded in her direction as he stood at the door way. “You and Vince have a good night,” Was his final sentiment before he was gone.

When he was out of sight, Jesse’s cool composure dissipated into a light sprint back into the ballroom, the sound of his friend’s voice getting louder with every step forward he took. As he entered, the sight he was dreading was a reality. Renlin Duman stood at the top of the staircase, commanding everyone’s attention. Usually, Jesse would be all for a quick stand-up moment, he’s even partial to his own from time-to-time. But on this occasion, Renlin was currently trying to publicly solve two missing persons cases.

As he advanced closer to the stairs, Jesse could see some angered professors making their own way over, which quickened his pace. Before Ren could begin to potentially call out his ‘suspicions’ by name, Jesse’s hands were on his shoulders, making his presence known to his friend. “Yeah, let’s all keep Miles and Serafina in our thoughts tonight!” Jesse called out to the apprehensive audience, turning Ren’s rage-induced trial into a toast. “We hope for their quick and safe return and let’s raise a glass to them!” He continued, taking the drink from Renlin’s hand and holding it in the air as his own, before gently steering Renlin back down the stairs.

“I know, I know,” Jesse started over Renlin’s slurred explanations as he straightened out the collar on his blazer. “You weren’t going to get any answer you wanted like that, Ren.”

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@Madilnel Renlin
@raviola Vince
@Kristi Amani

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The rest of the world seemed to disappear as the pair danced amongst the crowd, lost in the soft music and each other’s company. Laughter echoed between them as their feet glided across the polished floor, twirling and spinning as if this moment was made just for them. Feeling as though she could dance here forever, Devon savored the feeling of his hand in hers and the warmth of his smile.

“Oh, Miss Vixen, a woman of mystery and power? I feel… absorbed,”

Devon’s eyes sparkled once more, a dazzling smile forming upon her lips. “Mysterious and Powerful?”, she teased, giving the man a small smirk, “You’re quite the charmer I must say”. Hiding the rosy hue etched across her face proved almost impossible, she felt something indescribable, like she’s never felt before. Staring into the man’s eyes, she could not help but feel that their connection was undeniable.

As they danced, the gentleman’s gaze seemed to shift; he tightened his grip on her hands slightly and applied pressure to her back before swifty leading her to the side. Devon glanced curiously over her shoulder, noticing that they’d narrowly missed a drunken couple. ”You’ve got a sharp eye”, she joked playfully.

Glancing down at her again, the man began, “So, Miss Vixen, tell me, what lies beneath the mask? The written word is mine. What passions and dreams do you hold close to your heart? I sense a hidden depth to you, a captivating spirit waiting to be revealed?”. Letting out a curious “hm”, Devon peered up at ceiling lights, her mind racing to conjure an answer. ”As far as passions go, I like cooking and crafting drinks. It’s funny you mention dreams, because I don’t have any, honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m here searching for a purpose” , she started, her tone lighthearted but carrying a certain depth. Her eyes glittered with slight despair as she spoke, and her smile remained unchanged. ”Tell me, handsome, where do you see yourself in 10 years?”.

@tina.g - Oggy

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“You’re quite the charmer I must say”. Agastya felt the warm pink tones radiating off the woman. He reveled in it. “I can only be as charming as I am charmed. But I try. Although, I do see myself going the extra mile. There’s just something intoxicating about you,” he gave a small, tilted head smile. Soft and sweet. He was actually enjoying the dance and was planning on keeping the track uphill.

”As far as passions go, I like cooking and crafting drinks. It’s funny you mention dreams, because I don’t have any, honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m here searching for a purpose,” He studied her intently, feeling a strong connection to her despite not knowing her real identity. Miss Vixen was a mystery to him, but one he was determined to solve. “I find it hard to believe that someone as enchanting as you has no dreams,” he said with a small smile, his eyes never leaving hers. “Everyone has a small fire in them. Is it almost out? Possibly. But until I’m dead, it’s still there. A little flicker. And I can’t let myself believe that your fire is out.” Agastya hadn’t meant for that last part to sound challenging, but it did. He was contradicting himself and he knew it. He looked down at her, quickly clearing his brash demeanor away. He gave her his best closed lipped smile, the sparkle in his eye becoming polished in this light.

”Tell me, handsome, where do you see yourself in 10 years?”. Dead. Agastya’s heart clenched at Miss Vixen’s question, the weight of his own mortality pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He knew all too well that his future was uncertain, that the cancer could come back at any moment and claim him. Became round three. But he couldn’t bring himself to voice his fears aloud, not to this woman who had unknowingly captured his heart.

For a moment, he was silent, grappling with his inner turmoil. Then, with a small but genuine smile, he met Miss Vixen’s gaze and said, “In 10 years, I see myself following my passion for writing. I’d probably go back to Norway, take over my piyāgē(father’s) hotel business. Experience new cultures and meet fascinating people.” His words were filled with hope and longing, a vision of a future that seemed so out of reach. But in that moment, dancing under the soft glowy lights, Oggy allowed himself to dream, to imagine a life beyond the shadows of his sickness. And for a brief moment, he felt a glimmer of solace in the midst of uncertainty. “How about you?”

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Tae smiled when the man accepted his offer, unable to deny that he found the way in which he did so adorable, and he found himself blushing when he referred to him as a ‘handsome fellow’. “Well, maybe I can make the party a little more exciting for you.” He suggested with a playful smirk as he let him take his hands, leading him onto the dance floor.

There were few things in Tae’s life that he would say were easy but dancing with this man, that was easy. The hardest part was keeping his weight distribution equal because he liked this guy and how this was going and didn’t want to open the ‘I was injured in a car accident when I was 15’ can of worms just yet. His blush deepened as the man complemented his dancing and then asked if it would be too forward of him to ask his name. “Lucky for you, I’m in the habit of giving my name to people I find attractive. My name is Tae.” He responded with a playful smirk. “What about you? Do I get to ask for your name?” He asked, mimicking his tone. He then laughed as the man twirled him around.

“No, nothing like that.” Tae interjected when the man started wondering why he wanted to dance with him and started to come up with possible excuses that danced around the actual reason why he asked him to dance. “Your mask caught my attention and I wanted to get to know the person behind it. So far I think you’re exceeding all of my expectations.” He responded, looking his dance partner directly in the eyes. “I wouldn’t say that jazz would be the first thing I reach for but I have a few jazz records. They’re nice when I want to have a relaxing afternoon. What about you?”


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Ayla swept into the grand ballroom, her heels clicking confidently against the polished floor. As she observed the dimly lit room, filled with masked figures clad in somber hues, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. The Ninth House had certainly outdone themselves with their interpretation of a grand welcoming ball, but it all seemed a bit too melancholy for her taste. The opulent decorations and ethereal lighting bathed the room in a magical glow, transporting her to another time and place. Ayla couldn’t help but feel a sense of superiority over those who adhered to tradition and monotony. With her confident aura and bold fashion choices, she exuded an air of power and individuality that set her apart from the rest.

Her eyes flitted around the room, taking in the intricate masks and regal attire of the attendees. A small smirk tugged at her lips as she noted her own outfit stood out like a beacon amidst the sea of darkness. Her pink and white dress, adorned with delicate flowers and showcasing her legs, was a stark contrast to the muted tones surrounding her.


Leaning against a pillar, Ayla watched the crowd with a detached air, her sharp eyes scanning the room for any hint of intrigue or amusement. It was then that she spotted her—a figure in a light blue dress that seemed to glow amidst the darkness of the room. The white butterfly mask perched delicately on her face added an air of whimsy to her ethereal appearance.

Something about the girl’s presence sparked a flicker of recognition in Ayla, a sense of familiarity that she couldn’t quite place. She observed the girl’s hesitant movements and lost expression. Without a second thought, she pushed off from the pillar and made her way towards the mysterious figure. “Excuse me?”

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@Jass ✦ Lyra ✦ so excited!!

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Amani loved playing games, everything was a game to her as most people would say, even the things she took seriously like her education were all just games in her mind; as after all, every good grade, every successful project, every achievement—it was all a victory in her game of life. And tonight, this little encounter with the mysterious masked man, and Jesse, it was just another level in her game of intrigue and excitement.

Her eyes shifted from both boys as she watched their conversations, restricting the urge to smile, because for some reason, she could feel fear tugging at her, she was soon going to hear something that she would not like, was she not?, that was what the fear filled her mind with and she could not understand where it was coming from-no, she could, she just did not want to understand because that would mean having to accept a possibility, a possibility of who the masked man was and Amani did not want to accept such possibility.

“Me? I was merely responding to your message, darling,” He spoke to her in a different tone that he used to speak to the masked man, Amani noted. That was Jesse’s usual tone actually, to most people- always lighthearted, always jest hidden somewhere in his words, it was quite similar to Amani’s tone with people, but of course much much nicer. But moreover that was Jesse’s usual tone, but the way he was speaking to the masked man, truly made the contempt he had for the masked man show itself.

And perhaps in a perfect world, since Amani knew Jesse, since they were friendly with each other- at least in a way fckbodies are, then Amani would have reacted accordingly, how one would be expected to react, she would have joined in on Jesse’s disdain for the masked man, she would have left with Jesse as she was the one who invited him after all or she would simply tried to stop the argument that was entertaining but at the same time irritating her due to how childish it all seemed. But that was what would have happened in a perfect world, this was the real world and in the real world, Amani loved to play games.

So she played, because she was entirely bored of the little prideful cat game of tongues unfolding before her. Truly, Amani would have to give the ‘conversation’, if one could call it that, this; there was some entertainment to it. The cocky banter and attempts at one upping one another’s insult were like watching two peacocks puffing up their feathers in an attempt to seem better and wittier than the other. So sassy, Amani thought, it will be fun to play a little as after all the night was still young.

She reeled in closer to the masked man, after she could not stop her laughter from one of Jesse’s comments, does sleeping with girls that don’t know who you are turn you on? that was actually quite amusing she would say, and Amani could not help but to ask the masked man if she knew him, because he seemed to know her to an extent. But instead of giving her a yes or no response, he had leaned into her ear and told her he could not answer that. Such a cryptic response, she did not know whether to be frustrated or not at the response, because though the answer was quite mysterious she knew what it meant, yes, he did in fact know her and for a second Amani thought of him again, but she shook her head. It could… not… be? No, no could it?

No, Amani decided to go with no, because any other answer than no would have been less than pleasant and the game would have had to stop so soon (then again she was already going to stop the game before Jesse arrived). She leaned in, pressing her lips at him, her eyes closed and her thoughts could not help but to think, would he have kissed like this?, not like she would know, and she hoped that she did not know. She pulled away, a foxy smirk pasted on her face, asking who should she keep entertained, it was more of rhetorical than a true question, she just wanted to see how he would react, and what did he think at this question. He had been quick to respond, telling her that she was supposed to be keeping him entertained as a finger of his reached towards her hair, twirling it. Amani removed the hand from her hair, dropping his hand to his lap as she smirked coyly. “Have I not entertained you enough?” She questioned, another rhetorical question, meant to continue the game. “What if I don’t want to keep entertaining you?” She questioned, whispering to him, “I tend to lose excitement quickly,” She told him, pulling herself away from him.

She had blinked hard, giving the masked man a look when he had called her Jesse’s girl. “I’m nobody’s girl,” Amani responded, raising a brow.

Suddenly, Amani had heard another voice from outside the room,and she arched another brow at that, wondering just what was going on in the party, but it seemed that she was not the only one filled with curiosity for Jesse also turned to the door, and with one last look at her and the masked man he left, but without Amani catching who he also named in his goodbyes, Vince, Vincenzo fcking Parravinco Russo.

Her and him- Vincenzo or the many names she also called him in her head, had once been something, not something like they were in a romantic relationship, but something that signified that they once were what people would consider close. He was the first person, she had become close to in this academy that was not a childhood or high school friend. They had bonded over a variety of things, and when Amani was not with Celestine or Tae, she was usually seen with Vinnie.

But that was before, no longer a now. She did not say anything for quite some time, no, instead she opted for dressing herself first, clothing that was once exposed, putting on all the jewelry she had also removed. Then she turned towards little ol Lex Luther, taking steps, steps closer to him.

She stopped in front of him, not saying anything, letting the silence be suffocating, before she reached out, grasping the edges of his mask. With a swift motion, she tore the mask from his face, revealing the man beneath. For a moment, she simply stared at him, her eyes blazing with an intensity that spoke volumes.

“You knew it was me, didn’t you?” She demanded, her voice laced with anger and accusation. “Does it turn you on,” She began, “To sleep with girls that don’t know who you are?” She said repeating what Jesse had said before he left. “But no, it’s not that, is it? It’s probably just because it’s me that it turns you on so much.” She took another step closer to him, her eyes still as fiery as ever, “You’ve been waiting for this a long time, have you not?” , The words hung heavy in the air, punctuating the tense silence between them. “Well, now that you finally got to do it, how did it feel?” But Amani did not wait for him to respond, no, instead she had struck him across the face with a force that echoed through the room.

“Your pathetic,” She spat out, “But you already knew that. Have you been following me like a lap dog? Hoping to get back into my good graces, to get back to when it was Amani and Vinnie, the good old days innit?” She whispered, “When I would throw you a bone each day, and you would wag your tail at all the bones thrown, because it made you think I truly cared for you, that we could have been more.” She continued, her voice dripped with disdain, “And perhaps, indeed I cared for you, it would have been a tragedy if I left you to be a stray- oh, wait, sorry you are already a stray aren’t you, an orphan, abandoned on the street, eternally and senselessly waiting for someone to return to.” Her tone got lower as she said, “Do you want me to be that person? The person you return to?” And for a moment, an unreadable expression crossed her features, before she shook it off.


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