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auraqualia October 31 2011, 23:50:59 UTC
Riley was unaware that it was Caim that he bumped into by accident as he walked alongside the edge of the stadium. He was simply walking around with his staff in hand and cape billowing behind him as he made his way to where the drinks table was. He was absolutely parched and in his rush, he bumped into this tall and striking person. And who might this person be?

"I do apologise..." said Riley as he recovered from his temporary loss of balance. "Normally I am more graceful than this but, ah, I am not used to such unwieldy costumes."

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voice_of_animus November 2 2011, 05:41:55 UTC
It could have been worse. Caim could have had his own glass of punch. It could have spilled all over his costume. Not that Caim particularly would have cared. In fact, he would have hoped the punch was red, so he'd look like a murdering pirate.

But he had no punch. In fact, he was holding nothing, and his pirate sword was sheathed, mostly because he was pretty sure if he pulled it out, he'd be escorted away. And then Ai would hear about it. And then she'd frown at him and...

No. That just couldn't happen either.

So he simply stared at Riley, unsure exactly of who he was just yet. He didn't get the costuming business. It really wasn't his scene or his style, so he shook his head, lifted a hand, and waved dismissively.

That was his way of saying it was fine, apparently.

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auraqualia November 2 2011, 17:45:16 UTC
"Are you lost, by any chance?"

Riley decided that he would be helpful tonight. While it was a night of illusions, who was there to say that there weren't any poor souls that needed some direction? After all it wasn't for everyone. But he also like the idea of some mystery to the evening, so he wasn't cheating and using his aura to identify people.

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voice_of_animus November 4 2011, 23:54:25 UTC
Was he lost? Oh, in all manners of the question, Caim would have nodded. But he gathered he was being asked if he was lost at the masquerade. Although realistically he wondered what he was doing there in the first place, other than trying to keep a good face for the Purple Pikmin.

So he tipped his head thoughtfully and finally shook it. No. He wasn't so much lost as it was that masquerades simply weren't his style. In fact, most things weren't his style and he was coming to discover this more and more. The academy wasn't his style. The people in it weren't his style. Piloting planes definitely wasn't his style. Most things weren't his style.

Finally, unsure if Riley was lost himself, Caim pointed in the direction of the punch table. And if he was wrong, then the prince assumed he could simply point in any random direction. Perhaps the responses would be amusing. But likely not.

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