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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 15:08:22 GMT -5
The Raven was nearly sure now as their eyes met. "There is a place in the forest that a friend showed me. A perfect retreat for a bird or man. Do you know the place?" And would he admit to knowing it without yet knowing the Raven's identity? How long before he guessed?
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 15:17:05 GMT -5
Jack eyed the Raven, "I know many retreats in the forest, you could say that it's my specialty." The Raven knew, and Jack was as certain as he could be without asking for a name. His lips curled up in a smile, "Though there was one that I showed this one Mudblood," he said, knowing that if he was wrong the name would get him in heaps of trouble. "Tiny little place with a nice big tree."
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 15:28:49 GMT -5
The Raven only laughed, the first true laugh of the night. "I've been found out, have I?" The false voice only dropped for that brief moment before softening again, resuming the game. Sort of. The Raven eyed the pirate's costume again. "Where did a Purist bastard such as yourself ever find a costume like that?" the soft, androgenous voice asked.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 15:37:13 GMT -5
Jack laughed and dropped his arms, letting them settle again on his sash. "I saw a third year with a movie book?" his voice raised up at the end of his words, not really sure about the term. "It had these pictures in the middle, I borrowed it and read it." He shrugged and eyed the other guy's costume, "And you? Where the hell did you come up with a getup like that?" Laughter was in his eyes, showing he was still only teasing.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 15:44:43 GMT -5
The Raven's lips curved into that half-smile again. "Out of my own mind," was the reply. "I was inspired by the costumes of the Carnivale in Vienna." Ruffled shoulders gave a light shrug. "I can't seem to make myself blend in." The Raven's cloak parted slightly, and two mesh-gloved hands emerged, parting the better to show off the black shirt, trousers, and tall boots beneath. The Raven gave a light bow, sending feathers dancing again. "If it wasn't charmed, it would be hotter than a tuxedo. It's certainly heavier, though."
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 15:52:40 GMT -5
"I figured you'd be dying in there, but you're too smart for that," Jack said, grinning and examining the Raven's costume. "You weren't made to fit in," he decided, his eyes coming back up to the Raven's face. "I don't figure anyone else could pull it off, though." Anyone else would seem crazy and would have been shunned, but, knowing who it was, Jack thought it fit in a strange way.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 16:09:11 GMT -5
"I'll take that as a compliment," the Raven said, half-smile curving into a crooked grin. It was nice to know that the costume had been pulled off, at least. The Raven's gaze paused at the beads in Jack's dreadlocked hair. "Is that your hair? Did you transfigure it?" One hand reached out, touched the hair and the beads, but it was difficult to tell with the layer of mesh obscuring sensation.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 16:16:39 GMT -5
Jack reached up and messed with a dread, "It's mine, quite a bit of transfiguration, too. And it itches like the devil." It, and the facial hair, had been the hardest part of the costume. He tucked his fingers under the edge of the bandanna, rubbing at the base of his hair. "If I ever come up to you and say I'm growing dreads, hex me or something," he said with a grin.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 16:22:37 GMT -5
"I'll reme
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 16:33:01 GMT -5
Jack shook his head, "It's really not hot, just the dreads pulling," he shrugged, "It's no big deal." He could ignore it for one night. His eyes went to the Raven's hands before focusing on his painted face. "Does that feel weird?" he asked. Just having the hair on his face felt strange to him, he couldn't imagine having paint completely covering it.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 16:38:44 GMT -5
The white-painted lips curved as the Raven's gaze moved back down to Jack's. "It did for a while," the Raven admitted, "but it's easy enough to ignore." One mesh-gloved hand rose, fingers smoothing against the painted cheek, then turning to show that none came off. "I've worn makeup before, anyway. Mostly eyeliner, but like you said, it's no big deal."
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 16:47:23 GMT -5
Jack grinned, "You can ignore anything for a night," he said, thinking about some of the costumes he had seen. "I've got plenty of experience on that front." He had spent so many of those balls ignoring itchy, stuffy clothes, suffering through sore feet and heat to make his parents happy.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 16:52:56 GMT -5
"So you've said," the Raven observed, feathered head tilting as he looked at the pirate. "No gold chains tonight, I see. Somewhere, your dad has a blinding migraine, and he doesn't have any clue why." The Raven's eyes glittered behind the mask with the tease.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 17:01:14 GMT -5
"Yep," Jack said, laughing. "He deserves it." He amused himself for a minute, imagining his father doubled over in pain from it, the image brought a smirk to his face and his eyes lit up. "So I'm still a little sadistic," he shrugged. He didn't figure it that bad, he felt in the right enjoying the mental image after all his dad had done.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 17:09:07 GMT -5
"A little schadenfreude is nothing," the Raven assured Jack, voice lowering with the words. "I'm sure I'd feel the same way." The Raven was feeling it now, actually, having been the one to suggest it in the first place. One mesh-gloved hand pushed the ruffled cloak back behind one shoulder, then relaxed again at the Raven's side. It was that, or let both hands disappear again beneath the cloak's folds, and the Raven was unwilling to retreat just now.
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