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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 7, 2008 14:59:46 GMT -5
She wasn’t sure why she was here; she could have stayed in her warm common room. She was looking away from the dancers, her crimson mask accentuating her bright eyes. She smoothes the train of her dress, the white fabric glowing. The corset she was wearing was a little bit tight, but she was used to it now, after a while she stopped paying attention to it. The Opheliac had one hand resting on the table, blood red nails with black designs drumming against the hard surface. ---------------------  |
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Post by The Dread Pirate Roberts on Jun 7, 2008 17:37:22 GMT -5
The Dread Pirate Roberts paused at the sight of a young woman watching the crowd impatiently. Her mask alone was enough to gather attention, but his eyes trailed over her stunning dress as well, admittedly slowing at the swath of vibrant red, then continuing to the eyes showing from behind the mask. Tonight, there were no rules, no reasons for inhibition. The pirate headed toward her.
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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 8, 2008 2:56:00 GMT -5
She had half a mind to get up and leave, but something kept her glued to the spot. The Opheliacs' eyes had looked up seeing another approaching where she was sitting. She shrugged off the fact that he might coming in her direction, after all there were plenty of beautiful girls in the whole room, she was just any other girl. ---------------------------------  |
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Post by The Dread Pirate Roberts on Jun 8, 2008 16:40:07 GMT -5
The pirate stopped before the table where the young woman sat and bowed, a low, courtly gesture for the fun of the act, more than any real attempt at impressing. There were far too many elaborate costumes tonight for his simple black to stand out, exactly his intention. He was a shadow, to take enjoyment as he saw fit, not to attract the room's attention. "Might I have your name?" the pirate asked, his eyes meeting hers as he straightened.
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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 8, 2008 17:16:12 GMT -5
She was startled that he was coming towards her, but pleased none the less, she wouldn't have to be alone. "For tonight I shall be known as The Opheliac. I'd have to kill you if I tell you my real name." she laughed lightly her blood red lips pulled up in a puckered grin. Her smile coy, feigning innocence.
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Post by The Dread Pirate Roberts on Jun 8, 2008 22:50:57 GMT -5
"As would I," the pirate said, lips curving at her teasing threat. "For tonight, I am the Dread Pirate Roberts." The pirate gestured at the seat beside the Opheliac. "May I?" he asked, "Or are you awaiting your Hamlet?"
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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 9, 2008 2:36:38 GMT -5
She shook her head and gestured to the seat. The story she had read countless times, usually late at night where she wouldn't have been interrupted. "I can wait for him, I don't want to spend my night waiting for a man who thinks all women are... wenches. Please, do join me" she was going to use a less friendlier word, but it wouldn't be good to completely smite Hamlet, she couldn't blame him after what had happened. "You don't happen to be looking for your Juliet do you?" it was funny how in the story it was a masquerade ball where he met her. Almost ironic that she used that specific character.
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Post by The Dread Pirate Roberts on Jun 9, 2008 7:45:04 GMT -5
The pirate sat beside the Opheliac as he answered he question. "I am looking for my fair Buttercup," he said, "though she will not yet know that I have come for her." And there would be no identifying one maiden from another in the crush the masquerade had become, anyway.
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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 10, 2008 6:00:46 GMT -5
The Opheliac raised her hand to the dance floor, so many girls were present, some passing by tables to look at some of the males sitting around. "It can be any one of these girls, how would you know which one? Or is it her personality that shines beyond the mask?" some masks barely hid anything, some girls not bothered to seem mysterious. Other girls were so well hidden she could never guess who was who.
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Post by The Dread Pirate Roberts on Jun 10, 2008 9:18:08 GMT -5
"I will know her by her wit," the pirate replied, his gaze following the motion of the Opheliac's hand across the room. "Buttercup, though as delicately beautiful as her namesake, has a sharp tongue many find themselves unarmed against." The pirate turned his gaze back to the Opheliac, lips curving. "Luckily, I come sword in hand, prepared for such battle."
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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 11, 2008 6:18:00 GMT -5
This had made her only more interested, the comment on the tip of her tongue dying to get out, but for now she would extend the conversation and use it only when necessary. "A sword is only as good as its wielder." there was a playful ring to her voice, she was enjoying this too much. The Opheliac completely ignore how tight her corset really was, she was too interested in the conversation to care anymore.
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Post by The Dread Pirate Roberts on Jun 11, 2008 8:35:10 GMT -5
"My sword is worth its weight in gold, and more," the pirate said, parrying the Opheliac's comment with one verbal thrust. His eyes gleamed behind their mask as he looked at her. His sword was extremely valuable tonight, as his wit was rapier-sharp. He was enjoying himself thoroughly.
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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 11, 2008 18:20:51 GMT -5
Her lips curled, she felt that she needed more. Someone had to quench the thirst she held for a stimulating conversation, and that he had given her. "Gold? Is it gold of the purest form, or tainted with other elements that compose it?" she was drawing him in with her words, there was more behind her query, for now though it would only be a silly question.
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Post by The Dread Pirate Roberts on Jun 11, 2008 22:21:16 GMT -5
The pirate could feel the trap in her words, even if he could not pinpoint the meaning behind them. He answered her question easily, though his words were carefully chosen. "Gold is a soft metal, and easily bent. My sword, like my wit, is fortified, not tainted, with stronger elements, made perfect through its own imperfections."
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Post by The Opheliac on Jun 12, 2008 7:29:46 GMT -5
She was thoroughly impressed, she leaned in a bit, her words carried on as just a murmur. "Then I shall wield a sword fortified with the cutting edge of diamonds. Beauty and strength, yet settle. Would it not strike down even the strongest of gold?" she was entertained now, it seemed that coming wasn't a bad idea after all. "Or my pirate, has the world forsaken the use of swords and have cowered away in fear, not willing to lose blood anymore even if there own honor is at stake." her words could mean many things, it was up to him to decide what to do with it.
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