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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It was a dark and stormy night… )
This was just for... fun.
Fun. Not much fun she was having trying to keep an eye out for suspicious activity and guess who was who from under the metal rim of her mask. It obscured the top half of her face and came to a point over her nose not unlike a bird's beak. Near her temples it formed a feathered crest above her ears, resembling wings. The white and gold gown that clung fairly tightly to her body was similarly adorned with wing-like protrusions on her shoulders and down her backside, while forearm cuffs and knee-high heels (finally, a little bit of height) complimented her naturally fit physique. The busty blonde ( ... )
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Gosh, who was this mysterious masked gentleman? The one whose height and swagger and shit-eating grin was not familiar at all, nope. This mysterious masked gentleman was casually perusing the party, casually eating adorable little finger foodstuffs while looking incredibly dashing and masked and mysterious, all at the same time.
It was quite a feat.
When mysterious masked gentleman seemed satisfied with the quality of said adorable little finger foodstuffs, he focused his attention on the equally mysterious grumpy Valkrie lady who was pouting and sulking and generally avoiding the party.
HE WALKED OVER TO HER.
HE PROPPED HIS ELBOW ATOP HER HEAD.
A GLORIOUS VALKYRIE ARMREST.
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As such, he did not immediately receive a punch to the gut or a slap from her hand. The weight of his arm caused one side of her head feathers to go off-kilter.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He did however, receive a stern and displeased pouty frown. CEASE AND DESIST YOUR ARMRESTING, MASKED GENTLEMAN.
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He was completely unfazed by the stern and displeased pouty frown and continued munching away on an adorable tiny finger sandwich.
"Enjoying the party."
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"Crumbs aren't part of my costume." She remarked through a mouth-full.
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Falcon was not terribly amused by having his tiny adorable sandwich stolen from him. "If you wanted one, I could have brought you some."
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Said as she was obviously enjoying what she had just put in her mouth.
"...What was that?"
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The hypocrisy was astounding.
"What was what?"
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Samus, what's wrong with you. This was how people got turned into Pokemon, Samus.
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"You put it in your mouth first; technically you taste-tested it already." Then again, if she could successfully get under Falcon's skin, some risks were worth taking.
"I know it's a sandwich, what kind?"
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"You're being completely ridiculous," he scoffed, leaning back against the wall. "You just ate it, don't ask me what kind of sandwich it is."
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The Mystery Sandwich of the Halloween Masquerade. Another tactic would be employed if he refused to budge or even give a hint.
"I'll just go help myself to another one." Falcon's shoulder was met with a cold bump as she made her way past him and towards the snack table.
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Guess who's taking pictures without permission. THIS GUY.
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THIS GUY was taking pictures, and Samus was certain she had more than her desired share of paparazzi to deal with when she was a part of the Federation... and shortly thereafter leaving... aaaand long after that.
Need it not be said that Samus did not particularly enjoy posing for photos without permission or premeditation... posterity's sake or not. The... what was he even wearing...? yellow robot faced man was met with a grunt and a quickly outstretched hand to clasp over the camera lens. He had probably gotten away with a handful of pictures of the mysterious Valkyrie before she realized what was happening.
"What do you think you're doing?"
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Ohhh no fingerprints. Fingerprints on the viewfinder. What a monster. Hush now, camera, it's going to be okay.
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