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    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
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    Corone

    The Grand Waltz (October Event thread, closed)

    Coming to here, this is a grand ballroom - massive in scope, easily spanning hundreds of yards. A beautiful tile floor, lacquered and polished, rests beneath the feet of those present, worn only slightly by the hundreds of feet that have moved across it in the years it has been in place. Hanging from the large, vaulted ceiling is a series of ornate chandeliers, delicate teardrops of crystals hanging below candles, catching and scattering their light in a dazzling array of colors across the chamber.

    The chamber was... Strangely not empty. Intricate organ music played from the far end of the hall, echoing and reverberating across the tile and off of the stone walls and columns. In the distance the piano player is barely visible - the pipe organ is swathed in shadows, with only a single, solitary lamp flickering above the piano keys, silhouetting the player. As soon as a footstep is taken from arrival - ghostly figures swinging view, swaying back and forth through the hall, moving around in an intricate waltz. Half of the figures are men, dressed in noblemen's clothes, their vests in either red or blue, while the other half, the women, were dressed in yellow or light green ballgowns.

    The dancing figures, even when close, have featureless faces, and their feet don't quite touch the ground as they move around in their complicated dance. Getting too close sends intense chills into those near, and accidental contact sends a sting of literal freezing pain from the point of contact. Far above the organ player hangs a glowing sigil, which as you watch, slowly sinks down to the figure and vanishes.

    {Participants:
    Madison/Hyperion,
    Rainee}
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

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    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
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    Hey hey folks! General announcement question: can you let me know today or tomorrow if you're going to post here? If not we'll have the mods close it down.

    -Grand Waltz (Neko or Briar)
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

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    Rainee Azure Miyami
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    What the hell is going on? Ugh it feels like my body is wrapped in the tight grip of a spirit! Rainee's mind screamed as the vortex spit her body out. She felt disoriented, dizzy, her legs felt shaky as she rose to her full height. Her vision was blurry as well, blinking to get her eyes to focus. Her eyes widened as she sight the sight before her. Music was playing at a dizzying speed, the loud notes of an organ reverberating around a grand ballroom, tiles of yellow and green were spattered across the large open room.

    Once her body adjusted to being spit out of a portal, the cat-mother noticed that she was in a large grandiose ballroom, crystal chandeliers hung like glistening gems from the vast ceiling above the stunned nekojin. A meow escaped from her soft lips as she saw the dancers dancing a grand waltz back and forth against the the bright gray stone columns that helped support the celing above. Moving slowly forward, the anthro could feel the chill in the air, presumably coming from the ghosts.

    Her arms wrapped around herself as she shivered slightly thinking I must have gotten warped...Omarion are you still here?

    A blue orb bounced on her shoulder, hovering and blinking almost letting her knowing comfortingly that her sibling was still by her side. The orb floating around the kitty once, before it blinked almost giving her a silent message to be careful around the ghosts.

    Rainee's white tail twitched at her brother's carefully blinked message. Her curiosity about the ghosts peaked as she stared at a man and woman almost mindlessly dancing. They seemed to be totally absorbed in their dance, almost as if they were moving in tune with the loud organ music that was moving in a crescendo. The nekojin's mind was trying to figure it out as she looked around and noticed another figure that didn't look pearly and transparent was in the room with her. She wondered who had been warped into the ballroom with her and her silver eyes caught the faint glow of the sigil above the shadowed area where the music was coming from. She wondered the significance of the glowing sigil.

    But first before anything else \she wanted to know who else was in the room with her, in a soft voice she called "It looks like the vortex spit us out in this ballroom. My mind is still dizzy from being warped, but who are you? It feels like the master of the house spit us all out into different rooms for a challenge of some kind....".

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