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Thanks for the welcome, boys.
The party has only barely just begun and Bear has extended an invitation to everyone, whether you can post in paragraphs or sentences. It's a chance to imagine yourself to be whomever you want to be. And it's all for fun. It's never too late to join.
And if you are struggling with character development, you can a private message to myself or anyone here. We'd be more than happy to bounce ideas back and forth with you.
Or, like Bear suggested, if you only wish to post a costume of yourself as one of the guests without role playing, (or role play at a later time), you can still be included in the story as the plot thickens.
Topless Tuesday, that sounds like fun, Sunny! Perhaps I will join you.
Plus it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month so I propose Sunny's Topless Tuesday be open to everyone to show their support and even wearing pink to remind everyone else that we will find a cure!
NAME: Miku (Pronounced “Me-koo”)
A flickering flame dances atop a levitating pillar of wax in front of me. Surrounded by a sea of darkness, with only the sounds of our heels echoing through the empty void, my grip tightens with the gloved hand I was clinging to. The glow from our candles have become our only beacons of light to guide us deeper into the belly of Ursa's Lair. I began to stray out of thought, mesmerized by the performance of the candle's flame just before the massive doors behind us slammed shut causing a cold breeze to sweep through the hall, nearly snuffing the life from our candle light. The haunting, deep gong of the tower bell cuts through the dark and rumbles the floor beneath our feet.
Panic gripped the group as people shuffled into a tight huddle, severing my connection to the gloved hand I was clutching. I was being pushed and shoved around, ultimately ending up outside the circle of guests. The light from the candles were dim, struggling to breathe as a veil of darkness was cast over us.
Gazing out into the darkness, I spot a thread of emerald light glowing on the floor. Curiosity controls my movements as I approach it slowly, kneeling down and extending my index finger to touch it. An ember of the emerald glow ignites the tip of my finger like the wic of a candle, yet the flame that burns brightly in my hand does not scorch my flesh. A smile curls the corners of my lips, marveling at it's beauty as the fire quickly engulfs my entire hand with a soothing warmth.
My amusement changes to fear as it begins to spread down my arm. Panicking, I flail my hand in the air to put it out but to no avail. With my other hand, I attempt to rub it off, however, the fire kindles my other hand and the flames grow larger. Lifting my head, I look over to the crowd of costumed guests, no one aware of my presence or what was happening to me. As I begin to accept the possibility that my soul was going to be consumed by these emerald flames, a single tear streams down my cheek and falls to the glowing crack of light on the floor.
The flame reacts to the tear like gasoline to an open flame and my entire body erupts into a blazing inferno of emerald light while the trail of verdant lightning electrified through the rest if the hall. I cry out for help but my voice is kept silent by the roar of the flames. Closing my eyes and lifting my head, I am overcome with a sense of tranquility. My will to resist completely drained as I extend my arms from my sides and spreading my fingers. The fire caresses over my skin like a warm ocean wave, so intense that a vortex of wind within the blaze lifts me to my toes, ripples over my clothes and through my long teal hair.
Once the flame materializes everything within the great hall, it is quickly extinguished. After collapsing onto the floor, I look down at my hands, then around the room, puzzled about what just happened. Rising to my feet, I wander back into the crowd. Everything seemed normal. Perhaps it was all just my imagination. I got so nervous that I just fainted, right? Brushing a few rogue strands of my teal hair from my eyes and tucking them neatly behind one ear, I exhale a sigh of relief before jumping in surprise as V appears from behind, offering me a glass of champagne. A sweet smile builds over my lips, accepting it from him graciously.
“Thank-you. Yes, it was a frightening moment when I lost you, But now that you're here again, everything is fine.”
A soft chime resonates in the air as I tap the rim of my glass to yours before a small burst of giggles escapes my lips. As I raise my glass to take a drink, I notice my reflection on a nearby Victorian mirror. Although something appeared different. I blinked a few time before rubbing my eyes, hoping they weren't playing tricks on me. Taking one step closer to it, I tilt my head in confusion, causing long strands of my azure hair to spill over the front and back of my shoulder,
“Strange… I've always had blue eyes… Why do they look green?”
Shrugging a slender shoulder to my cheek, I dismiss the thought and turn back around to V,
“This is going to be a very exciting evening, I can feel it.”
Great intro, Bear. The song fits perfectly with the atmosphere you described in stunning detail. You can expect me to show up among the costumed crowd very shortly.
Oh yes, great pose. I approve!
It gives me back problems just looking at them.
A Halloween Costume Party! I am looking forward to this. And I think I know just what I'm going to wear. Oh I wonder what kind of party games Bear has got planned.
It was a difficult choice but after spending time off the ground a lot in the most recent poses, I must cast my vote for Standing DP. What can I say? I love being carried.
