Let The Spectacle Astound You
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Progress: Continuous
Summary: The party you've all been waiting for: the Grand Ball of Alexandria!
Location: Palace Alexandria
Date: June 21st, 1803
Warnings: TBA. Eventually, Violence.
For weeks, the palace had been abuzz with activity; even more so than usual. On top of the usual hustle and bustle of daily life, there were the extensive preparations to be done for the festival, and this, the grand finale. The palace's largest ballroom had been decorated from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. Long elaborate draperies of silk and chiffon in white and cream, the stairs lined in a rich, crimson carpeting. Gold and silver everywhere, framing the large windows and the door opening out to the courtyard. A warm summer evening, with the roses in full bloom. Flowers adorned every table, column, and doorway. It wasn't just the ballroom that had been decorated, however; the entire palace was decked in regalia, the staff having obviously anticipated the crowd to be much larger than usual.
All around the palace, inside and out, the guard was on high alert. Every guest was greeted, checked, and in the case of the higher-ranked, announced to the company at large. The sun had not quite set, and already the ballroom was half full; nobles and low-born alike, natives and foreigners, all dressed in their best. The guest of honor had yet to make her appearance, but no one seemed to be fussed by the fact.
But the night was young, and there was bound to plenty of seeing and being seen before the night was over.
[[ooc: Here we go, everyone! Party style still applies. Tag in, tag each other, mingle, HAVE FUN!... while you can. Thread jumping and ninja tagging is encouraged. ^.^]]
Update: A fist fight broke out on page two. Feel free to ninja in to spectate, generally comment or gasp, or just read it and have a laugh. Appropriate authority figures... Squall, Steiner, etc may need to step in.
Progress: Continuous
Summary: The party you've all been waiting for: the Grand Ball of Alexandria!
Location: Palace Alexandria
Date: June 21st, 1803
Warnings: TBA. Eventually, Violence.
For weeks, the palace had been abuzz with activity; even more so than usual. On top of the usual hustle and bustle of daily life, there were the extensive preparations to be done for the festival, and this, the grand finale. The palace's largest ballroom had been decorated from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. Long elaborate draperies of silk and chiffon in white and cream, the stairs lined in a rich, crimson carpeting. Gold and silver everywhere, framing the large windows and the door opening out to the courtyard. A warm summer evening, with the roses in full bloom. Flowers adorned every table, column, and doorway. It wasn't just the ballroom that had been decorated, however; the entire palace was decked in regalia, the staff having obviously anticipated the crowd to be much larger than usual.
All around the palace, inside and out, the guard was on high alert. Every guest was greeted, checked, and in the case of the higher-ranked, announced to the company at large. The sun had not quite set, and already the ballroom was half full; nobles and low-born alike, natives and foreigners, all dressed in their best. The guest of honor had yet to make her appearance, but no one seemed to be fussed by the fact.
But the night was young, and there was bound to plenty of seeing and being seen before the night was over.
[[ooc: Here we go, everyone! Party style still applies. Tag in, tag each other, mingle, HAVE FUN!... while you can. Thread jumping and ninja tagging is encouraged. ^.^]]
Update: A fist fight broke out on page two. Feel free to ninja in to spectate, generally comment or gasp, or just read it and have a laugh. Appropriate authority figures... Squall, Steiner, etc may need to step in.
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Date: 2009-10-23 04:43 am (UTC)"Really, now, a beautiful woman such as yourself should not be unaccompanied." He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Would you grace me with the honour of a dance?"
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Date: 2009-10-23 04:59 am (UTC)Twirling her, he pulled her back in close and kept his smirk in place. It may well have come across as cocky but Balthier knew how to combat his smirk with the rest of his natural charm, and usually got away with a lot more than he should have.
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Date: 2009-10-23 05:50 am (UTC)He wasn't so much of an incurable flirt, or a letch, like Irvine was (in his opinion), but rather a well bred man with manners, grooming and a silver tongue that knew how to address people. Often, his behaviour was mistaken for flirtation, yet his flirting was a knock above average men. His flirting wasn't constant, it was actually a rarity. "I assure you, flattery is not my intention, nor is it to have anyone falling over or for me. I simply believe that any woman is beautiful in her own right and deserves to be shown that."
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Date: 2009-10-23 07:16 pm (UTC)"In my birth country, it was not much of a novelty to be able to fly, but to fly as well as I do is quite a different matter." He was, after all, far more skilled than even those still in the Imperial Army.
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Date: 2009-10-24 04:34 am (UTC)Balthier gave a smile and was now willing to mention his own wings. "The Strahl was my ship. A prototype with speed and power entirely unmatched in all Ivalice. I indeed miss her dearly, as though she were a part of me." His face almost, almost, looked sullen for a split second but he managed to smile it away.
*HIJACK FOR JEALOUSY!*
Date: 2009-10-24 03:51 pm (UTC)He didn't want to interfere with Selphie having a good time, but he felt that he would lose her to this silver tongued sky pirate. All he did was watch them, from a distance.
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Date: 2009-10-24 07:57 pm (UTC)"That's rough, man," he said, clapping a hand on Irvine's shoulder. "But hey, it's not like you're dating or anything, right? She can dance with any guy she wants."
LOLOL Poor Irvine! xD
Date: 2009-10-24 08:11 pm (UTC)Not that he'd ever had a serious relationship with, well, anyone. No, back home he was the love 'em and leave 'em type. Not that there weren't a million and one people all over Ivalice who'd love to actually get him to settle down with them.
Leaning to her ear to speak a little clearer over the music, (which could clearly upset any jealous almost-boyfriends) he smiled slightly. "Perhaps we may tour a few hangars sometime and discuss this in full. Comparing lesser crafts to our own might prove amusing." And for Balthier, that was almost an offer of a date.
It's almost as if I WANT him to suffer :D
Date: 2009-10-24 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-24 09:16 pm (UTC)Auuuugh.
Anyway. "Irvine, you're an open book. Seeing her dance with some other guy like that bugs you. It is blatantly obvious to everyone but her that you like the girl."
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Date: 2009-10-24 09:22 pm (UTC)"Perhaps we may be able to find something actually worthwhile about these airships, hm?" Really, he'd love to build one with her, but that'd mean having to rent out space in which to do it and, while they probably didn't have enough gil between them, he wouldn't be able to anyway.
Feral partner, bounty on your head and a need to fly were things that impeded such efforts.
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Date: 2009-10-24 11:21 pm (UTC)Now he wasn't bothering trying to hide his feelings to anyone. Yes, he was upset she was with Balthier, yes he was upset that he was going to lose Selphie. But he found that as long as she was happy, who the hell was he to butt in and interrupt.
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Date: 2009-10-25 12:01 am (UTC)"It's Selphie, Irvine. She's got a terminal case of romantic obliviousness. They're probably talking about trains or sugar or trains made of sugar." He gave Irvine's shoulder a thump and tried to look as stern as possible. "You like her, she likes you. Quit moping and do something about it!"
Pause. "But, you know, you should wait until they're done. Don't make a scene or anything."
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Date: 2009-10-25 12:23 am (UTC)Slapping a hand to his shoulder, he smirked at him. "Next time you desire to dance with your girl, there is such a thing as having the guts to cut in."
Balthier glanced to Nida before returning his attention to Irvine. "She's all yours, cowboy." And with that, he sauntered off.
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Date: 2009-10-25 01:33 am (UTC)That's it! He grinned and was about to say something witty, but Balthier left his sight before he could. He then walked over to Selphie and tried to find the words. But all he really could muster within Selphie's presence, seeing her look so...beautiful, was just, "Uh...hi Selphie." Great Irvine, just great.
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Date: 2009-10-25 01:48 am (UTC)But it seemed to get Irvine moving, nonetheless. Nida hung back and watched, waiting to see whether Irvine would totally botch it or not.
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