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The Festival of Lifae
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Post by «Luna» on Oct 21, 2013 16:39:46 GMT -6
F E S T I V A L Petals Dancing in the Breeze The garden, while always beautiful, looks even more so as the day of the festival finally arrives. There are multiple vendors selling specially prepared spring-themed food and drinks. The prices are low due to the festival, so take advantage of that and try as many things as you desire.
A spot has been marked off for dancing. Music is played constantly and requests for songs are allowed. A person is also allowed to put in a request to perform if that is something desired. Paper lanterns hang down to add additional charm. Flower petals are often tossed into the air by both spectators and dancers.
Face painting, gold fish catching, and games with stuffed animal or small accessory prizes are found. There have been some swings set up with flower-woven rope as well. Flowers, of course, are for sale, as are flower-themed charms, jewelry, and crowns.
Celebrate the goddess, celebrate spring. Whether here by invitation or by curiosity, it is bound to be an exciting evening.
Those who are sensitive to magic can definitely sense something strange in the air, but... well... nothing unusual would happen at a festival, right...?
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Post by Maelynn Brooke on Oct 21, 2013 17:06:47 GMT -6
Oh goodie! A festival! Maelynn adored participating in festivals. She made sure that she would never miss one for as long as she lived. She wasn’t sure if her younger brother would come, but she hoped so. The festival was flower themed, which the girl loved. Flower crowns, bracelets, jewelry, oh my! She also made sure to dress for the festival. Wearing a floral dress that wasn’t too flashy, she grabbed some food to keep her full and wandered around. She didn’t have anyone to go with, but being with someone during the festival would be a lot of fun! ★ open
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Post by Lance Rayvis on Oct 21, 2013 17:23:50 GMT -6
HERE I SIT UPON THE INVISIBLE THRONE
Another year, another festival or a few...
...and more time to just be free and have a little more fun than usual. A far cry from his childhood, which was exactly why he'd made absolute certain to attend each and every one that he could. Better yet, it was a certain time for trickery where he could easily get away with it. Not robbery -- well, maybe a little -- but just freedom of showing off a little without anyone paying it much mind, least of all attributing it to the skill of the King of Thieves.
And lucky enough, there was a 'target' for just such shortly in view, and what a good one it was! The waitress, a girl that turned a number of eyes both for looks and personality, and here alone. Not for much longer, that much was certain; 'twas naturally the thief-king's job to steal her away from all the other hopeful suitors.
With a white rose with the stem cut off just enough to casually be slipped easily into the younger waitress' hair; fitting the theme, perhaps, considering her floral dress. Whereas he'd simply opted for a clean white, buttoned down vest and matching pants in contrast to his dark purple, nearly black hair and fur.
"A little late, perhaps, but I wonder if you'd at least like some company for this festival?" Lance spoke with a cheerful, even charming grin upon his face, offering the girl a low bow; not something he'd break until he had a response. And a certain trick in and of itself, for it exposed the stuffed feline that he'd picked up from one of the booths earlier for just such a purpose.
This was likely going to be a fun night.
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Post by Maelynn Brooke on Oct 21, 2013 19:39:15 GMT -6
A white rose was placed on her hair suddenly, Maelynn turned to face him. He was really cute, with his furry black ears and dark purple hair. Looks like lady luck was on her side! "A little late, perhaps, but I wonder if you'd at least like some company for this festival?" Maelynn smiled and did a little curtsy for the beastmen. ”I’d love to have a good time with you!”If her brother had seen this, he would accuse the guy of flirting with her and tell him to stay away from Maelynn. That would totally be embarrassing. ”Okay, so what do you want to do? We could dance or have a little bit of food. Oh… and by the way, which flower crown do you think matches with my eyes?”★ lance, open
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Post by Ringo Shiro on Oct 22, 2013 0:52:43 GMT -6
Ringo wandered around the festival. This wasn't the first time he participated in one granted but it was still something seeing all the people wander about. Ringo looked at the white rose in his hand and stared at it, feeling awkward. Apparently this festival was in celebration the goddess. He looked around and then back at his outfit. Everyone else is dressed much more formally than he was. Ringo stood out like a sore thumb because of the fact that he was still wearing his usual travelers cloths. He looked at the flower in his hand once more. Apparently, one has to present this to a girl and the boy is thus the escort. Problem, Ringo didn't know anyone and it would be awkward. He scratched the back of his head as he continued to hold the flower in his hand. Really he was just randomly given this white rose. Should he just hold on to it as a souvenir of his time here? No it wouldn't last that long anyhow. Ringo sat down a nearby swing and gazed at the people passing on by. He must be a sight for sore eyes. Some random man in a traveler's coat holding a white rose he can't give out to anyone. |
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Post by Lance Rayvis on Oct 22, 2013 2:11:18 GMT -6
HERE I SIT UPON THE INVISIBLE THRONE
Thus she accepted, and quite easily at that. Not that he could really expect otherwise. What to do, though... that was the question, was it not? And nothing he'd not already given some thought to.
"For starters, I believe this little one would be much more at home in the lovely lady's hands," he began with a somewhat playful grin, flicking the stuffed cat up with the hand still behind him and catching it easily upon his other palm, such that it was seated there as it was offered to Maelynn. With his other hand so free, he rested it partly against his chin in thought as he cast his gaze straight to the woman's eyes, plainly considering one of her earlier questions. "As to the crown for the blue-eyed young lady... hm... I can't pretend to know much about flowers, admittedly, but perhaps hydrangeas? You might even pick one out for me, if you so desire," he offered, chuckling lightly.
"And for the festival on the whole, I think we might just see what it has to offer. Enjoy a little food and drink, some of the games around... and I'd most certainly not object to having a dance with a lovely lady such as yourself," he suggested, temporarily leaning down a little and at the same time taking and gently lifting up one of the waitress' hands to place a small kiss upon the back of it.
Ever the charmer, one could perhaps easily say, but really it was just him being free and enjoying himself.
"Oh, and if you ever get tired of being in the middle of all these people and everything, I even have my lute hidden away a short distance away from the actual festivities for just such occasions," he offered as somewhat of a supposed afterthought.
Always some casual plan or other for most everything he put himself to, after all. Though there was one little thing he'd forgotten, wasn't there?
"Ah, and how rude of me not to even introduce myself yet... Lance Rayvis, at your service."
TAG w/ festival-goers, Maelynn Brooke + NOTES: yes, he's certainly laying it on |
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Post by Belrose Argile on Oct 22, 2013 6:27:22 GMT -6
A festival. This was truly the place for a thief to make her living. It was a golden opportunity waiting to be stripped of its riches, and she would be certain to be the one to do it. Her attire was deceptive in its look; the small pockets sewn into the fabric were deeper than most would expect, and of course she had a fair few places wherein she could hide her stolen goods. And, on the off chance she was caught, none would recognize her; not in this disguise. Perhaps those that had come to call her companion, or those with whom she had great history, but those were few and far between. Only one individual might know her true identity - and, she wouldn't put it past him to come here. He was, after all, the same as she. Tonight, she was not Belrose, but Alfonse - and more, she was escort to a lovely maiden. The question had been brought up a few nights prior, during her encounter with a most intriguing beastwoman. That day was full of banter and harmless play, but tonight they were engaging in what one might call a...date. And, to suit the occasion, she was formally dressed -- a navy-blue suit with gold -- sadly not authentic -- buttoning, silken white gloves, and freshly-polished shoes. She even wore a pale-blue cravat, made of an unknown, though expensive, soft material. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, strands of blue-violet whispering in the slight breeze. Of this attire, she could only claim to own the pants and hair tie. The others were...borrowed from a number of men over time; it truly was amazing what one could steal from the stronger gender when one was female. Personally, she could care less; to her, it was just a tool for her to use for her business transactions. Even better, it was rarely reported; men simply couldn't allow their pride to be hurt. They would never find her even if a search was started, of course...by the time they knew what happened, she would be long gone -- and, most likely, disguised. Now here at her fingertips was a literal gold mine. Guests would be arriving soon, most likely wealthy ones at that. Already she could see a few people -- a few young ladies with their escorts, and some quite alone. I do hope miss Charlie has not forgotten. she pondered, even as she situated herself near to the dining table. From here she could still see guests arriving. Hopefully her own companion would come soon. |
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Post by Holly Devanti on Oct 22, 2013 17:05:20 GMT -6
There shouldn't have been butterflies fluttering in her stomach. There shouldn't have been a feeling of weights in her legs. There shouldn't have been a lot of thing that were happening to her as she made her way to the festival. Even with the knowledge that she was going to be with someone she had known her whole life and should have been comfortable around, Holly couldn't help the nervousness eating at her. To hide the fact that her hands were shaking, she picked at the bottom of her dress or spun the white rose that had been given to her around in her fingers. She couldn't help but think that everyone was looking at her weird or she was afraid that she would do something wrong. Gods, it was just Wynter. She shook her head in an attempt to try and clear it. By the time she had made it to the festival, she felt like she was doing better. It helped that her mind was occupied by the massive amount of activities that a person could partake in. Festivals were always something that Holly liked to go to and she tried to go to as many as she could. A quick glance was given to see if he was around as she didn't want to go pacing about aimlessly. ★ woot woot
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Post by Lycoris Sotiris on Oct 22, 2013 21:24:51 GMT -6
Just because he didn't own many different outfits didn't mean he completely lacked formal clothing. The suit, while not buttoned and tied fully, would pass off just fine for this event. Things weren't overly formal or anything, were they? His partner would be taking care of being overly formal anyway. Resisting the urge to grin, Elwyn pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. Perfect - right about now Tempest should be finding the note he left him saying he went ahead to scope out the place. The real reason? He just wanted to watch the faerie walk in under the archway of flowers prepared for the event. Something about it sounded like a good thing to see. "Why the long face, buddy?" A figure in a worn traveler's cloak clutching a single white rose was hard for him to pass out. Sliding over to the other figure, he grinned down at him, finding no reason to further ignore the urge. "Wanna get something to eat with me? I'm waiting for my date and just about starving. I'll even treat'ya since I'm in such a good mood."She was... rather overdressed for this, wasn't she? The princess of Heim glanced down at the dress she picked out for the event. The fabric stopped an inch above the ground, showing a bit of her white flats, and looked rather pretty with the pale pink accents. The white rose she had been given by one of the inn keeper's children had been why she picked out this particular dress in the first place, so it wasn't a surprise that she wore the flower tucked behind her ear as well. There were a few people interacting already. A young man at a table looking like he was waiting for someone, the waitress she met speaking to someone, and two others- oh! Holly! Moving closer to the other female, she managed a small smile. "Good... good afternoon..." Fayt would be arriving soon, wouldn't he? ...ngh, why did she have this nervous pit in her stomach? "Are you waiting for someone?"
★ two character in one post, woo!
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Post by Charlie Crux on Oct 23, 2013 6:05:47 GMT -6
tagged: party people It was the first time Charlie Crux had worried over her particular attire. Her only jewellery were the black studs in her ear and she owned not a single dress nor any accessories of femineity. In fact, her entire wardrobe consisted of male or, at very least, unisex clothing... her less-than-A-cup bust didn't require a shirt with much curves. It seemed frivolous to go out of her way to buy a dress just for this single outing. So in the end, she rocked up to the party wearing a formal white shirt, a carefully ironed tie and black trousers that were loose enough to make dancing seem like a possibility – which came to her next dilemma. Charlie dancing? What a joke. She was going to steer clear of the spot marked for dancing.
The beastwoman did not wear an eye patch. Blind or not, tonight both her ardent ruby eyes will be exposed in all their glory. Her scruffy hair had been temporarily tamed, falling into neat silken locks that exposed her two-inch goat horns and framed an expression of pleasure.
With her hands shoved into her pockets, the beastwoman trotted into the garden, idly admiring the flowery decorations and the festive atmosphere. An outsider may think that it was strange for a masculine cross dresser to find delight in something as simple as nature, but Charlie welcomed the change in scenery and she was eager to soak up as much of this prettiness while she could. With the tender music playing in the background and equally soft buzz of conversation, the female embraced the light atmosphere with the entirety of her heart.
And the fair sun arises, killing the envious moon.
Her ears perked up when she found the target who she had been scouring for. Grinning from ear to ear, Charlie invited herself to the dining table. As expected, even Alfonse was dressed differently, she noted, taking in his smart outfit. "With all this hype about the Goddess of Spring, I wonder if that chick would actually be overseein' this festival." She began as a way of stirring up conversation, sliding into the seat opposite of Alfonse.
Nestled within her back pocket was a scarlet rose. Would it be presented to the man before her? Only time will tell. 381 words | let's get this party started! made by CAPTAIN of GANGNAM STYLE; edited |
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Post by Cassandra Amell on Oct 23, 2013 10:43:57 GMT -6
Cassandra had missed spending time in an event like this. Avalon certainly had her own festivals to celebrate, but home was far away for now. Her attention was taken by the various decorations, and the vendors with booth set up with their various wares. It was rather hard to resist the urge to peruse all of them and buy a souvenir from each booth. Keeping a low profile meant not spending all of her money on items she did not need. Cassandra would buy something later on to remember this day by. Perhaps a piece of jewelry to match the necklace her parents had given her. Bracelets were uncomfortable to her, but a ring would be rather nice to have. Something simple with a quaint gemstone to admire. Her thoughts dispersed when she caught sight of the swings that had been set up. Blue eyes sparked bright at the view and she immediately headed that way. Cassandra had worn her cloak over her white summer dress, since it had become a habit now. At least her hood was down so she could see everything around her. There was a hum of magic that seemed to settle into her very bones, but she tried to keep herself from thinking about it too much. She wanted to have some fun after her scare with a potential engagement, which had thankfully fallen through. Now if she could avoid such scares in the future, then she would remain happy. Slim fingers wrapped around the flower entwined rope before sitting herself upon the swing. Cassandra had always loved swinging ever since she was a young girl. There was joy to be found in the freefall motions that allowed for a brief rush of what flight was. She could fly as much as she wanted, but this was different. This was what flying in her normal form could be like if it was easy to do so. Besides, it was enjoyable to watch the other festival goers and see what they would do. ★ Open.
★ Because I need to stick with one template. </3;;
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Post by Belrose Argile on Oct 23, 2013 11:47:42 GMT -6
For a short while, Belrose -- well, Alfonse -- stood and watched as more people filtered in and approached the people they knew. She was caught with fascination as she took note of all the little details - how certain people dressed, spoke to each other, the various reactions to the festival - all of it was so unique for each person. Her eyes were certainly caught on two young ladies in particular, each wearing rather fine dresses. Certainly they must have some manner of wealth, with those rich fabrics. It was possible she would need to sidle up to them later and engage in...conversation. Her thoughts were quickly disrupted, however, upon the arrival of her fellow androgynous-faced female. Alfonse's brow twitched in intrigue as she took in the sight. Charlie...had she not met the girl that one night, she barely would have known this to be the same person. And yet, surely it was - cloven-hooved feet and all. She had combed her hair into a tame softness, and most interestingly, both of her eyes were visible. Even her attire was much more proper. She could almost pass as a lower noble -- if not for her attitude, of course. The first thing to come out of her mouth...a poke at everyone's apparent excitement over a possibly non-existent deity. Certainly that was the talk of the rabble. It didn't matter to Alfonse of course, but were this actually a formal gathering...well the results of such speech would be most entertaining to watch. Alfonse sidled away from the table, a pleasant look on her face as she approached her date. "It's good to see you too, miss Charlie." The words came out in something neither joyous nor amused, but seemed to be a mixture of the two - at least, based on her own understanding of the emotions. "I am certain she is watching from her place in the world, watching us and gracing us with another flourishing season." ...The advantage of not experiencing guilt was the fact that you could outright lie and feel no remorse, no need to look away. Alfonse had no particular belief in any deity...to them, she was regarded as one of the vile evils of the world, and most likely would be sent to the Underworld upon death. She simply had no reason to believe in them. The blunet reached for Charlie's hand, regarding her once more. "It's nice to see both of your eyes. Though I will admit...the patch does add a...rough aspect to your personality." She chuckled, eyes now roaming about the festival. "It seems there's already much going on." she remarked, noting how many people had arrived by this time. Most of the men were escorting their excited dates around - a practice that...probably was expected. Then, perhaps I should, as well. Bright eyes once more met Charlie's mysterious crimson ones. "Where shall we go first?"★ Festival peeps
★This will be a totally fabulous party, man.
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Post by Rhiannon Amell on Oct 23, 2013 13:11:07 GMT -6
Wherever Cassandra went, Rhiannon was sure to follow. At least this sort of event was close to where they were supposed to stay. The Memorial Garden was only a short walk from Meridell, so Rhiannon felt relatively safe. She came dressed simply in a loose, flowy shirt and fitting brown pants. Most of the ladies here wore dresses, but she felt more comfortable in pants, especially if she was going to dance. A skirt or dress would simply get in her way. Blonde tresses were curled softly at the ends to create a wavy bounce. Like most days, her hair was pinned up and held securely back with an ornate clip that she received for one of her birthdays. However, this was a festival of spring. Her ensemble would not be complete without a flower of some sort. On the way to find Cassandra, she grabbed a white daisy from a display and stuck it in her hair. With a satisfied nod, she continued to make her way around the festival to see all that it had to offer, all while trying to keep a lookout for her sister. ★ someone come play with her~
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Post by Fayt Devanti on Oct 23, 2013 14:19:13 GMT -6
People were beginning to arrive. Why was he nervous? It wasn't as though he was here to escort the Princess of Heim who could easily have him beheaded or anything, right? Gods, what had he even been thinking? Why would he do this? No. No, no, it was going to be fine. At least there weren't a lot of people who had shown up yet. He didn't see Wynter, and he didn't see Lycoris's guard or maid, so maybe this wouldn't be too hard to ease into. There were a few people he recognized, but most noticeably he saw Lycoris standing with his sister. Okay, that was a start. And the princess was overdressed as usual, but he was actually just glad that she had actually shown up. He would have felt like an utter fool waiting for someone who had never planned to meet him in the first place. Making his way over, he placed his hands in his pockets and offered a smile to the two young women. "Good afternoon," he said with a nod to the two of them. "Glad you found the site all right."★ festival!
★ woop swag (i have no comments)
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Post by Ringo Shiro on Oct 23, 2013 16:32:48 GMT -6
Ringo at this point was staring at the people passing by. At this point he was just play with the rose in his hand. He lightly swung back and forth and the swing staring blankly at the flower. Maybe Ringo shouldn't have attended. He doesn't know anyone here and no one is going to accept a rose and an invite from a complete and total stranger. Ringo sighed and was about to get off when he saw someone else arrive to the swings not too far from him. A lady with long blonde hair and blue eyes walked up to the swings and sat down. She wore a cloak over most of her outfit. Well it looked like Ringo wasn't the only one. He began to awkwardly wave hello to the other person with his free hand. She was alone, he was alone, and they both seem to be doing nothing but gazing out at random festival goers, Ringo might as well try to make friends right? "Hello." Ringo said, both of his hands now on the flower rope strings of the swing. "Enjoying the festival so far?" He asked. A typical starter to a conversation. Not exactly sure if she would respond but Ringo gets point for trying...right? Ringo realized the white rose in his hand and quickly placed down in the swing next to him to avoid any misunderstandings. |
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