knightsoflegend | after-party ♔

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after-party ♔

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || Mar 1st, 2013, 6:00PM
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

The "afterparty" is rumored to be the real main event of the night. A black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, it is every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Of course, a couple hours are provided following the ceremony for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope you aren't shy. They're all here to meet you.

Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

ooc; also if your Knight wants to get all gussied up, you can make a Disguise (Cha) check for how good they were at hair/makeup/stylin', etc! This goes for... any time.

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[Dimitri is pulling a dark grey suit from the section of the rack meant for someone his size. His tall 6'7" frame isn't exactly meant for a suit off the rack, after all.

Expect him to be quiet unless someone wants to approach him.]

[Dimitri's disguise check of 9 has him at least dressed for the occasion, though his pants might be an inch shorter than necessary. Feel free to blame it on the fact that's he's ridiculously tall.

He's also wandering around the party with a drink in his hand that he's been holding since he arrived and has barely sipped from, and trying not to feel out of place at this kind of an event.

Spoilers: he basically always sticks out at this kind of thing, being a head taller and sternly antisocial. Feel free to bother him anyway, he doesn't bite.]

[Rose's brow furrowed, thinking back on her conversation with Wynn. She wanted to say no and yet, one thing he'd said made her smile a little at the memory.]

Not sure. He told me I had spirit? I still haven't decided if it was meant to be a compliment or an insult.

[In all likelihood, both.]

But they seem to take the formal crap pretty seriously. With all the mine oath be whatever.

[Lila is very good at this, or she could be if she were less of a... well, brat comes to mind. In any case, she's a phenomenal actress, so even when she's being anti-social she can push herself to act like her father's daughter. She sidles up to the huge man as if it hasn't even crossed her mind that he's actually a good foot and change taller than her and probably outweighs her at least twice.]

Your name is Russian. [The question is in her tone: are you?]

[A hand shot out as if to break her fall, only instead of air and hard ground she felt the warmth of another person, relief turning to irritation then finally embarrassment - once she realized he wasn't laughing at her exactly.]

Somebody suggested I could use these things as a weapon. [Still holding him for a moment as she adjusted the strap of her shoe.] I didn't think they meant against me.

[Straightening herself, she let go, offering him a grateful smile. Damn. That chick was right. All men just looked really good in suits without even trying.]

Of course, if you want to find out for yourself, you're welcome to swap with me?. [Grin now matching his.]

Think it was more along the lines of stating a fact.

[ At least Rose seems to have plenty of spirit from Amrita's perspective. ]

I would love to, believe me, if just because I have a hard time resisting any challenge, but I highly doubt that we share a shoe size.

[So he might not exactly be a giant ~~as opposed to his 1,89 PB~~, being only 1,70, but he still has bigger feet than most women.]

We will have to try some other time. Or I find a pair of stilts, that might be about the same.

[He shrugs, now looking at her feet critically.]

I'd claim that I never quite understood the point of any woman having to torture herself like this, but since I just pledged to honesty I really couldn't do so in good conscience.

[Looking back up at her he smiles.]

They do show shapely legs to their best advantage.

Sounds like a challenge. I'll have to try some time.

[Because challenges are just so tempting and he never saw much point in resisting temptation of any kind.]

Well, you certainly look more like a Sir than I ever will, so you seem ready to me.

[The first time she'd spotted tall, dark and Russian had been during the walk in; the brunette almost responsible for an applause worthy face plant on Rose's part. Of course then, she'd been more taken by the fact that he was just another person who made her feel frighteningly short. Now however?

It seemed that no matter where she stood in the room, no matter who she spoke to, her eyes kept moving back to this man and not just because he was a head taller than most of the people in the room. Not even because he put the scorch in sexy, which let's be real, you had to be a blind fool not to see how attractive the man was but for all the other things she kept noticing about him; The way his eyes moved around the vast room, the way he positioned himself in line of multiple exits, the way, like her, he held onto a drink more for show than refreshment. There was just something... familiar about him. She'd had flashes of that when she'd spoken with Wynn, but it was nothing like this.

If patience were a virtue that Rose Hathaway had ever been known for, she might have waited for him to come to her. Instead, with curiosity burning inside of her, she wove her way through the crowd, in her mind all ready to walk up to him with confidence and introduce herself. However, a Dex 7 spot check saw that dream vanish in an instant, Rose colliding with one of the other guests approximately a five feet away from the Russian.

Her face showed her horror before the rest was revealed, Rose's own glass of champagne salvageable except for a minor spill but the one being held by the other guest... straight down the front of her dress. Her mouth fell open, the shock of the cold making her gasp and the well meaning yet misguided attempt to help mop her up saw that shock turn to a scowl, Rose's attention now all on the person that was dabbing at her cleavage.]

Hand. Remove your hand, from my chest. Now...

[She considered that for a moment then simply nodded, accepting that as truth. Let it never be said that Rose Hathaway was boring, that was for sure.]

I just wasn't sure if that was like, code for difficult.

[She may have only had vague memories of her life before coming here but frustrating people seemed to be something that felt familiar... especially the ridiculously tall, broody types.]

Ugh. [Resigning herself, as if she'd already had an argument in her head over this.]

I suppose a dress wouldn't kill me but next time we have to do the formal thing? We're raiding that damn dressing room of theirs.

So it is.

[Though his English is nearly always perfect, his voice constantly carries a light Russian accent, easily distinguishable by those who have heard it before. He's also somewhat amused by the comment, though it isn't apparent in his expression.]

I was born there, after all.

[Dimitri would be lying if he said he hadn't been watching he as well since the moment she'd entered the room. Even since they'd both made the walk during the actual squiring, if he's being truly honest. There was something about her, something he couldn't put his finger on, but he knew she was important. Somehow, some way.

She was familiar, and it was sheer caution that had prevented him from making the first contact.

A 16 spot check alerted him that she would be the one to do that, and he couldn't help but wonder if she'd sensed something similar, if he'd been in her thoughts the way that she had been in his. It was foolish, really, to be thinking about something like that right now. They would talk, no doubt, once she'd finished her walk, and maybe that would give him some insight into this odd feeling he felt.

And then she collided with someone, his drink spilling onto her dress, and his hands well...

Something strange swelled inside of him, and he'd moved before he'd realized what was happening. His hand encircled the others, and it was only his intense self-control that kept him from breaking the man's hand (str 8) as he pulled it away from her skin.]

Didn't you hear her?

[The words came out of his mouth, more highly accented than normal and dangerously low in his throat (intimidate 17).

He...might want to back off.]

[Rose simply stood there, mouth open, hands out as the scowl that she’d worn only seconds before vanished, everything happening so quickly that she wasn’t sure how she’d gotten to this point. She'd thought meeting Wynn had been an experience. Seeing a six foot seven man spring into action with the agility and deadly grace of a cobra? This was new levels of wow.

Her own annoyance was lost when she saw the other guest freeze, his expression as he turned to look at the Russian one that made her lips twitch in amusement. Rose could hardly blame him. Those words hadn’t even been directed at her and yet she’d felt a sudden need to apologize and she was the one being manhandled here.

The stranger mumbled a quick line of apologies, trying to explain himself at the same time, only managing to trip over his words and make little sense in the process.]

It’s fine.

[She assured him dismissively, mostly because she almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost. He’d still managed to ensure that the first impression she made on the Russian was memorable for all the wrong reasons and that just wasn’t something Rose was likely to forgive in a hurry.]

You can go now.

[Her voice holding enough steel to make sure he wouldn’t argue with her (Intimidate 22) as she remained perfectly still, the front of her black satin dress damp and smelling of alcohol.]

[Rose almost looks disappointed at the lack of trade. Not only would it have amused her endlessly to see him try and walk in heels, she would have seriously preferred to be out of these things. She was not ruling out removing them and going around barefoot for the rest of the night. Yes. She was just that classy.]

I’ll hold you to that.

[Which should in fact be taken as a promise.]

Well I’m so glad to know that we suffer for a good cause.

[More amused than pissed at least, that smile still dancing along her lips.]

Though I would argue that my legs would look great no matter what.

[Dimitri's eyes followed the man as he walked away, no doubt their combined attitudes making escape the optimal solution to the situation. Once he was out of earshot, the Russian turned his gaze toward the girl again, his expression calm and relaxed, even if his posture was anything but.

As he looked at her, he was again taken in by her, the way her hair rolled in soft waves over her shoulders. She was inherently familiar, though he shook the thought away before he spoke. Surely that was impossible.]

It looks like you didn't need my help at all.

[He should have realized as much, truly. In a place like this, full of knights? They could all take care of themselves, and frankly, they were all on the same team now, right?

But he'd moved without thinking about it, on instinct. Odd.]

[He does note the disappointment and shrugs, offering a smirk as he takes the opportunity to eye her legs once more.]

I'd assume so, yes, I'm very inclined to believe that. But it'd simply be unprofessional to make an assessment of that without proper inspection.

[He looks around, then catches her eyes.]

But since we can't trade, I'd be very willing to just cover while you get rid of them.

[For Rose, it was the same way, the two standing in silence for a long moment as they studied one another. Seeing him up close was like trying to grasp a memory that kept slipping through her feelings, flashes of emotion making her heart beat faster but the very second she tried to pin point what it was, it fell away, leaving her more confused than anything else.]

I don’t know. Was almost worth it just to see him wet himself.

[Smooth Rose. Real smooth, her smile grim as she looked down at her dress, wishing that she could erase the last five minutes and try this again. This was so not how she’d imagined this little introduction would go down. She was supposed to say something witty, he’d laugh and it would go from there. Instead. Champagne dress and awkward stranger groping. Good times.]

Is that like your thing? You generally jump on clumsy strangers who spill their drinks on women or am I special?

[That was meant to be a joke, something to lighten the mood but she found herself burning to know his answer, even if it was ridiculous for her to think that had been anything to do with her personally… Who was she kidding? Even if he denied it, she was going to pretend differently, at least in her head.]

My family is Russian. Zacharov. [At least, she thinks they are. Her memory didn't extend very far, she didn't even remember much of her own childhood, but she recognized that her own surname was Slavic.]

I'm from New York, though.

Can't wait.

[ Said in the dryest of dry tones. ]

You ought to fix your tie.

[ There's an implied, 'or I'll fix it for you' there. ]

[Reynard spots Wynn and feels that he isn't exactly welcoming small-talk, which contrary to its intended effect just makes him want to approach. He really does have a contrary nature. Besides, this time the man doesn't have his sword out. It made talking to him seem safer.]

Thank you for not slashing my throat.

[There might be proper ways of addressing Wynn, but Reynard doesn't know them. Nor does he care all that much.]

I appreciate that, see, I only have the one.

[He nods in understanding.]

I'm not sure if I've ever been to New York.

[Though he supposed it was possible.]

When I first passed through the...I believe they called it the Veil? I arrived in Russia. [He tilts his head slightly, as if observing her quietly.] Have you ever been there?

My guess is he'll spend the rest of the night making sure he's as far away from both of us as possible.

[Which didn't bother him, though he did feel sort of bad now. He doubted that it had been intentional, and he'd likely just been trying to help and had...fumbled a bit.

Too late now, and he didn't feel particularly guilty about it. In the end, no harm done, except to her dress, which seemed something of a travesty, really.

He would have had to be blind not to notice how good this woman looked wearing it. Strange, then, that he hadn't had that stray thought about any of the other women in the room, as attractive as they might be.]

No, I wouldn't say that's 'my thing.'

[He said it quietly, mildly amused in a way that reached his eyes even if he didn't quite smile.]

At least we make an impression.

[Not for the first time tonight, she was glad that she'd opted for black, Rose now attempting to straighten the satin, to smooth it out and make it not look like a disaster. It could have been worse, except for the whole wet and smelling thing.]

Oh... so I'm special then?

[That making her grin, almost as if she were trying to pull one from him in kind, as if just something as simple as a smile from him was the kind of thing she could live for... Jesus Rose. Have you completely lost your mind?]

Yes, I guess that's something.

[Though it isn't probably the first impression he should be making. But he hadn't hurt the man, that much he knew, and he had been putting his hands in inappropriate places. Just thinking about it made him...

Why was he so angry? He didn't even know this girl.

Her words caused one of his eyebrows to lift as he watched her, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly, as if it too would raise into a crooked grin. He found he couldn't quite hold it back.]

Maybe so.

[Oh yeah. She was right. That was the kind of smile that you could live for, Rose's own smile widening when he let it spread across his lips, her heart doing a little flutter...

Oh for god sake Rose, stop it. You'd think you'd never seen a hot guy before!]

Only maybe?

[Still in that teasing tone, the wet dress all but forgotten about as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.]

Shame. Had you said yes I would have let you dance with me.

[Rose even surprising herself with how bold she was being, not that she was ever backwards in coming forwards but she couldn't shake the sense that being this way with this stranger bordered on taboo. Nor could she seem to make herself want to stop.]

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