[Incomplete]
Who: Rikku (
calamitousness) and anyone. (A.K.A. - This is an open log.)
When: The Halloween ball.
Where: The ballroom~
Rating: TBD.
Warnings: Uhm. Rikku’s taste in clothing could raise a few eyebrows and cause a few wandering hands.
Summary: Our favorite thief has been waiting for the ball, and now that it’s here, she’s taking full advantage of it. Whatever else happens is up to the population of Purgatorium~
Halloween was a favorite holiday of Rikku’s; free treats plus the opportunity to dress up equaled one awesomely spifferiffic idea in her eyes. And the horribly gory tales that Brother had always told were a highlight of that one night during the year when it was okay to scream and laugh at the same time. A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, with ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows, had always been her chance to lose herself in the masks and capes and inevitable sugar-hangovers. The darkened hours of the night wove a spell all their own, one that she wasn’t about to break.
Costumes had always been her favorite part of Halloween, whether she was a werewolf (courtesy of her Berserker dress sphere) or a superstar (via her Songstress dress sphere), the blonde girl never ran out of creative ideas for a disguise. With the latter, the mere suggestion of fame and fortune had cast a sort of glamour over the entire night that made the world shine like never before.
She’d always felt inhuman on this holiday. But why should she be human? Were demons supposed to be human? Even if she was only pretending to be one, her senses had always been heightened, her need for adventure more nagging than ever, giving her a thrill of being invulnerable, untouchable. Brother had said more than once that it wasn’t healthy, but she’d always believed that he was just trying to be responsible and really loved this special night as much as she did.
Thanks to Medea, the thief was now Lady Luck herself; fishnet, tattoo, and cards included. She’d fashioned herself a mask to go with the outfit - it was the same yellow as her tremendously revealing costume, with a black feather on the right side that fluttered with each of her fluid steps and sparkles all over the front that shimmered in the dim lighting of the mansion. There was no self-conscious or arrogant air about her, just one of a girl with a thirst for fun. Fun that she intended to find as she swept into the candlelit ballroom, swirled green eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar or completely new face.
(OOC; By the way, I'm not sure if Halloween exists in Spira, but to make my life easier, it does now. :D)
calamitousness) and anyone. (A.K.A. - This is an open log.)
When: The Halloween ball.
Where: The ballroom~
Rating: TBD.
Warnings: Uhm. Rikku’s taste in clothing could raise a few eyebrows and cause a few wandering hands.
Summary: Our favorite thief has been waiting for the ball, and now that it’s here, she’s taking full advantage of it. Whatever else happens is up to the population of Purgatorium~
Halloween was a favorite holiday of Rikku’s; free treats plus the opportunity to dress up equaled one awesomely spifferiffic idea in her eyes. And the horribly gory tales that Brother had always told were a highlight of that one night during the year when it was okay to scream and laugh at the same time. A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, with ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows, had always been her chance to lose herself in the masks and capes and inevitable sugar-hangovers. The darkened hours of the night wove a spell all their own, one that she wasn’t about to break.
Costumes had always been her favorite part of Halloween, whether she was a werewolf (courtesy of her Berserker dress sphere) or a superstar (via her Songstress dress sphere), the blonde girl never ran out of creative ideas for a disguise. With the latter, the mere suggestion of fame and fortune had cast a sort of glamour over the entire night that made the world shine like never before.
She’d always felt inhuman on this holiday. But why should she be human? Were demons supposed to be human? Even if she was only pretending to be one, her senses had always been heightened, her need for adventure more nagging than ever, giving her a thrill of being invulnerable, untouchable. Brother had said more than once that it wasn’t healthy, but she’d always believed that he was just trying to be responsible and really loved this special night as much as she did.
Thanks to Medea, the thief was now Lady Luck herself; fishnet, tattoo, and cards included. She’d fashioned herself a mask to go with the outfit - it was the same yellow as her tremendously revealing costume, with a black feather on the right side that fluttered with each of her fluid steps and sparkles all over the front that shimmered in the dim lighting of the mansion. There was no self-conscious or arrogant air about her, just one of a girl with a thirst for fun. Fun that she intended to find as she swept into the candlelit ballroom, swirled green eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar or completely new face.
(OOC; By the way, I'm not sure if Halloween exists in Spira, but to make my life easier, it does now. :D)