SMASHQUERADE

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Who: Halloweenies (that's you).
What: A fabulous masquerade ball.
When: Monday, October 31st (that's Halloween). The deep, dark hours of the night (that's like eight PM onward).
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ON HALLOWEEN

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[dothelokomotion]

Oh. Oh. Who was that handsome fellow there? Whoever he was, he certainly wore his costume well.

Byrne wasn't one to spend time hitting on others, though he had seen plenty of good-looking people at this masquerade. So he simply admired from afar, thinking how nice it would be to strip that costume off of him. Jesus I'm sorry about this Mako I don't know where I put my brain.

Thankfully with his garb, Byrne wouldn't be easily recognizable, so if he looked like a creeper, that was fine with him.

[voice_of_animus]

Okay. Now that I'm done sputtering up my tea...

Caim was entirely expecting of the looks. He was dressed as a damn pirate, after all. In Caerleon, there had been no pirates. In fact, even as he'd trespassed over the lands towards the Empire he had never even seen one. What the hell did they do anyway? Butt pirates. I-I mean. The most he'd gathered was that they were all on a boat and went places and did stuff.

In other words, Caim really had no interest in pirates at the least. But he had to admit that even being eerily leered at was sort of better than having young girls ask him to dance. Well. No. He probably would have preferred Lyra more.

And in this post Carbon tries to justify making Byrne completely OOC

[dothelokomotion]

Byrne finally walked up to the man dressed as a pirate, deciding to have a little fun. Besides, he had had a few drinks before coming to this masquerade. He figured that it would be the only way to tolerate standing around for at least four hours.

So, with his reserved personality slightly gone, and his disguise protecting him from any humiliation, Byrne decided to go to the man and ask him: "Would you like to dance?"

Now, Byrne did not dance. He was 90% sure, though, that this brooding pirate-man was going to turn him down, because A. he was also another man, and B. because he looked very unhappy with the whole situation. Either way, it would be an interesting way to get a rise out of him.

It was then that Byrne realized maybe he drank a little too much before attending this ball tonight. Otherwise he would not have asked a man to dance just to get a rise out of him - well, he had nothing better to do at this godforsaken party.

OH JEEZ. AND THEN I DIED.

[voice_of_animus]

And that was awkward. In fact, that was beyond awkward. One would have thought the facial hair would have clued Byrne in. The wig might have been akin to a ragged woman's hair, but the facial hair. Unless of course Caim was some form of circus freak, which probably wasn't too far from the truth. All the same there was a man with a tone that Caim was certain he'd remembered.

He just didn't know why. And honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

But the man who'd mistaken him for a woman, or whatever it was behind the feather monstrosity that he wore, seemed to be a little out of his wits. Caim wasn't about to dance with a man. Not in this lifetime or the next one. In fact, the only way a man was going to dance with him was over his dead body. Which wasn't going to happen.

So he did the next best thing. He danced with the air and feigned about a five second dance for Byrne's benefit. Which probably looked strange.

[dothelokomotion]

No, Caim, Byrne was not mistaking you for a woman, although you did look kind of girly usually. Although, comparing the costumes, Byrne was probably the more feminine-looking one tonight. Only tonight though.

At the mysterious handsome pirate-man's air-dance, Byrne gave a short chuckle at his slow wit. Or was it good wit and he was trying to avoid a dance? Well, either way, he figured he'd amp up the pressure to see more of a rise.

"Ah. That's cute. However, I was asking you, sir, if you'd have the pleasure of dancing with me."

And now he had to wait for whatever hilarious response would come.

[voice_of_animus]

It was more the latter than the former. But when he was referred to as 'cute', Caim scowled in disbelief. So he did the only thing he knew what he could do given his mute status. There was one gesture given towards Byrne and then back to himself.

Then he shook his head.

I don't dance with men. Especially none with feathers.

Not to mention that Caim only knew how to waltz and those sorts of things, which could have easily made too many eyes look on them both. And while Caim was right in his head, this guy must have had too many to begin with.

[dothelokomotion]

Well, his reaction wasn't as comical as he hoped it would be. A strange look and a shake of the head wasn't as outrageous as he would have liked.

Why.... wasn't this guy talking? Was he trying to not be identified through his voice?

Or...

It was that guy. That mute guy. The mute guy who was all too full of himself, yet endearing in a weird sort of way. Well, Byrne had thought the mute guy was good-looking in his own right, but didn't think much of it beyond that. But he supposed it was natural that he would pull off this costume well. Unless he got the wrong man, and the pirate-man just wasn't talking to conceal an identifying voice.

"Hmm.... Is there a reason you aren't talking?"

[voice_of_animus]

Yes. I'm mute, you fool.

Except Caim couldn't say that, of course, but it did cross his mind to flip Byrne the bird, or simply flip Byrne over a table or something. But Ai would be upset, so he couldn't do that. He'd have to be on his best behaviour. Whatever that entailed. So any change of him doing something that got back to the Purple Pikmin was not going to be acceptable.

He'd hate to see her afraid because of something he did.

So he drew up a hand and pointed to his mask. Logically, if he'd had a voice and he could speak, someone could have pointed him out. So it seemed a lot smarter to be quiet anyway. All for the sake of keeping himself protected. Thank goodness for the mask, because Byrne had no clue who he was.

He hoped.

[dothelokomotion]

Byrne did hope that this pirate guy didn't know who he really was. Otherwise he would have been less apt to provoke him in such a strange way by asking him to dance. Though if he had said yes, then what? Perhaps he would have, to humor himself, or he would have used "dancing" as a euphemism for some sort of sick seduction in another room.

Well, maybe he wouldn't have done that either. If Nabooru found out somehow, he knew she wouldn't be happy. It wasn't as if he would be cheating on her, as they were not in some sort of "relationship," but her respect for him probably would have dwindled

[voice_of_animus]

Caim simply stared after him. Well. At least whoever the feathered one wasn't the most horrible person he'd ever met.

Of course, if he'd known it was Byrne, he wouldn't have thought that. And in the end, those brief few moments ranked out as the best ones of the evening. Someone with a sense of humour who wasn't the most terrible person in the academy.

And Caim smiled. Just a tiny bit when Byrne turned to go. He gave an encouraging nod and even danced with the air for another five seconds. At least Byrne wasn't going to forget the pirate.