[Rp: Zaabu and Clover] Charity and Bragi

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Placing the silver mask neatly over her face, she checked in a nearby fountain that she couldn't be recognised and smiled as she felt secure. Then picking up her green feathered hat, she tucked her ear under it and tipped it slightly over her eyes, all so she could eliminate the possibility that she would get caught. Since the excitement for this big party had spread throughout the whole kingdom, Charity found herself wanting to check it out, despite knowing fully well it was a risk to attend such a high profile event. Then again this Gala was for every citizen of Gweillan, so she wasn't breaking any laws by attending. After making sure her simple green but velvety dress was spiffy, the thief grinned and joined the general crowd entering the main castle and Guest hall. The guards didn't even pay that much attention to her, so she could already qualify this as a success. Entering the main Guest Hall, she was a little awed by how brilliant everything looked, and only snapped back into reality once she realised that she was staring at the beauty of something the royal's owned. Instead she decided she would just watch from the side of the dance hall, and inspect just what was happening in this luxurious place. [sorry its short, I just wanted to get to my bath lol]

[Zaabu]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img443/9114/middlee.png] It was a cool, crisp night in the Kingdom of Gweillan, the sort of night that simply begged for a celebration. A harvest moon hung low in the sky, illuminating the forests and streams surrounding the city and bouncing off the mighty walls of the Frozen Palace. The sounds of music and cheer could be heard coming from the high windows in the banquet hall where the citizens of Gweillan were enjoying the annual Hallow's Eve Gala. Inside, cat folk mingled in groups, many sampling the array of delicious foods at the massive buffet, or enjoying the company of another cat. Toms and she-cats alike twirled around together on the dance floor, paws light and spirits high as the songs from the band swirled about the room. Standing near the long buffet table, Bragi glanced at himself in the reflection of the punch bowl, adjusting his cape slightly, and fluffing out the feathers on his mask. He'd spent a great deal of coin on this years outfit, far more than usual, and he was determined to look his best while wearing it. Turning from the tempting platters of food, Bragi looked out at the cats dancing, seeking an opening but finding none. His gaze swept about the room, looking for a tom or she-cat who looked like they might be up for a dance. Bragi was in a very good mood, and the songs that the band were playing were too good to pass up. Though the ball was masquerade, Bragi felt as though most cats would be able to recognize him, since he wasn't wearing a full mask, and was one of the taller cats in the room. But it was intriguing, the idea of meeting new cats in dsiguise. He certainly hadn't met everyone in Gweillan, he was sure, so the night still held mystery for him. Shaking out of his reverie, Bragi resumed his search for a dancing partner, his yellow-green gaze finally falling upon a cat dressed in green standing off to the side of the hall. Judging by her (he assumed, the cat was wearing a dress after all) stance, it looked as though the she-cat either didn't want to be at the Gala, or wasn't supposed to be there. Regardless of her attitude, she was without a dance partner, and Bragi began to make his way towards her, determined to change that.

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[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Charity watched the twirling cats, moving as if entranced or caught in an endless flow of invisible water that was mercilessly twisting and throwing them around. Yet they seemed to smile and laugh, as each of their glittering gowns and rippling cloaks fluttered under the gleaming lanterns. The music was magnificent, guiding each feline that dared to brave the swaying mass with precision so as to not disrupt the flow, and the spotted she-cat almost wished she knew how to join in. She had no idea how to dance, had never thought of trying or even wanted to until now. It just never seemed like something useful to spend time on. She thought of herself as a practical she-cat, so what was she doing at a party? Despite prizing herself as a successful thief, this was the first time she had ever been to a party. She had never even considered using such formal events as a hunting ground for pickpocketing. Maybe there were other thieves here using this as a perfect time to make a quick profit, and here she was just staring wide eyed like a kit taken to the market for the first time. She was loosing valuable time being in awe of something that was made by the royals. The thief tried to scan an eye out for trinkets to steal, but everything seemed to expensive she couldn't pick one target. In fact, looking at all the brightly coloured and quality made dresses that flashed by, her own began to feel slightly insignificant. She pulled the green hat a little further over her face, not being used to such feelings of discomfort. It was outside in the shadows, forests, shady streets and tough crowds she felt at home, not wearing a flimsy dull outfit in a sparkly overpriced room full of overpriced cats. The Mokave's amber eyes searched the room again, looking for a unsuspecting tom or she-cat to sneak up on. Maybe it wouldn't be too hard to do her usual routine. Maybe it would be easier since you were expected to socialise at events like this. Find a tom, make him flustered, go in for a hug and sneak off with their possessions before they caught on. However just as she thought she could see a good area to search for a victim, by the food tables of course, the alert thief thought she caught someone watching her, and panicked that a guard had spotted her. In fact the approaching tom look a lot like knight, with his shoulder plates and shield like mask so the spotted she-cat was just about ready to flee until she realised she was wearing a mask herself. What was the chances someone would recognise a low class thief here? Maybe he just wanted to see if she needed help, that's what legionaries usually did, or at least she assumed. With this thought she tried to compose herself and let her fur lie a little flatter, pretending that she hadn't seen him just yet.

[Zaabu]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img443/9114/middlee.png] The number of cats on the dance floor had nearly doubled by the time Bragi'd made up his mind and begun approaching the she-cat across the hall. Graceful pairs spun about the banquet hall, bodies and paws moving in time with the rhythm of the music. It was nearly impossible to make your way around the room without bumping into at least one cat lost in the song. Bragi noted this, and quickly decided to take the short cut. As the bouncy tune became louder, and the dancing more energetic, Bragi found an opening and slipped into the crowd, cape twirling behind him as he pranced and whirled his way across the hall. Music rose around him, booming out it's great crescendo and nearly taking Bragi away completely. He could feel his heart pounding, matching up with the beat of the song, his paws moving of their own accord. He weaved his way through the throng of cats, avoiding the other dancers completely and never missing a beat. It was exhilarating. He'd not danced like this in a long while, and he was tempted forget that she-cat altogether in favour of staying here on the floor, with the rhythm and beat for company. Then again, to dance like this with a partner would be even more wonderful. So it was with a slight regret that Bragi disconnected himself from the music, pulling away from the crowd and finally reaching the other side of the hall where the she-cat he'd seen earlier still stood. He paused for a moment, panting slightly and leaning against a pillar. Then, catching his breath, Bragi made his over to her. He faltered slightly when she looked up and saw him coming towards her. The spotted she-cat had tensed up for a moment, eyes flashing dangerously behind her mask, before the tautness suddenly left her shoulders, and she relaxed again. Bragi did not know what to make of that at all. Perhaps he resembled a cat she knew? Maybe they'd had bad relations in the past; that would certainly explain her strange reaction upon sighting him... He stopped when he'd reached her side, a smile on his face. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" He began politely, his eyes bright. He then turned and bowed slightly. "I do hope you're enjoying yourself tonight. I do not think I've had the pleasure of making your acquaintance before. My name is Bragi." He looked up at her through his lashes. "Might I inquire yours?"

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