[Open][Social] On The Night of The Summer Solstice

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The night was beautiful, the moon was hanging high above the city of Londinium, shining its magnificent glow down upon the land. Throughout the Adventurer city was a thick layer of torch light and magic light, along with an equally thick crowd of Adventurers and People of The Land, all celebrating the Summer Solstice. All of the town had been working hard to make this party possible; Chefs had to work nonstop to ensure the food platters would never run low; Woodworkers had to fill out gargantuan orders, supplying the city with large quantities of tables, chairs, booths, and all kinds of things; Tailors had to make several tablecloths, colorful banners, and fancy clothing anyone ordered in preparation of the party. An incredible amount of work went into making this moment possible, and it had finally become reality.

After the long expedition to Scotland, a large social event such as this was just what Dumah needed. At long last, he could relax and have a good time. The Swashbuckler had gone to extreme lengths to ensure he was fully prepared for this most spectacular of nights, and thanks to his efforts, he looked - and felt - amazing. Dumah wore his Dumahim Tuxedo and had his long hair pulled back in his typical ponytail. Dumah smiled happily as he walked about, conversing with other guests, eating some of the dishes presented by the skilled chefs, occasionally taking a sip of wine, and generally enjoying this spectacular night. Dumah hoped to see some members of his guild enjoying themselves, but at the very least, he was able to spend some time with his daughter at this party, but she did not last long and opted to spend the majority of the party sitting and eating. Dumah made sure she would be fine on her own for a bit before he left her to socialize with other children her age; Dumah, now free to spend his time at the party however he wished with no need to control himself for his daughter's benefit, continued walking around, socializing with old friends, former allies, and - of course - beautiful women.

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[Franny Stein]

Unlike the aforementioned Londonians, Franny really hadn’t done a single thing to be worthy of attending the party, and yet, here she was and wasting no opportunity to stuff her face full of delicious actually flavored food available at no cost. Bad Franny.

Sitting at a mostly unoccupied out of the way table from the festivities proper, Franny was having her skeleton cut and feed her bits of a delectably large portion of Fried Fish. Franny wasn’t someone particularly fond of food, but even so, our tiny necromancer is currently in heaven.

Opening her empty mouth, the skeleton once more forked over a slice drenched in ketchup. Beside herself, Franny held a hand delicately to her face chewing. Seeing a pair of eyes a few empty seats down the bench trained on her, the tiny necromancer with a blush coughed and turned to scan the growing population of the party. The eyes had not left her, however, and Franny began to somewhat fidget. Snatching the fork from her behooded skeleton as though it had offended her, Franny gobbled the remainder of her meal and beginning to choke, slammed her cider down right after it. Awkwardly nodding to the young sorceress and unsure of what else to do, Franny quickly walked away. She felt the eyes following her and picked up her pace; widening the length of the steps between her short legs.

“Oh what the hell…”

Somewhere in her primordial instincts, she knew she was being followed. If Franny had bothered to unsummon her becloaked skeleton, she likely would be a much harder target to trace through a crowd. The tiny necromancer walked gritting her teeth; Franny’s annoyance was becoming palpable.

Purchasing some random noodle bowl Franny continued to eat and walk while glancing over her shoulder where, sure enough, there was a young sorceress on her trail with eyes full of what Franny assumed was curiosity. Cursing inwardly, Franny scanned the crowd until she fell upon a familiar face and dodging and weaving amongst the longer legs reoriented her course toward the pomper dandy. She called over the crowd to gain his attention:

“Oye! Loverboy! Help a maiden out, yeah?”

Franny pointed with a thumb over her shoulder without even bothering to look. She knew her tiny nemesis was there, all the adorable picture of cute and innocent.

“Maybe try your charms in that direction and distract my tormentor. I don’t mind children, but I’d rather not rub off on them.”

Franny tilted her head while walking a half circle so that the girl’s distant gaze was fundamentally blocked by all of Dumah’s person.

“Speaking of which, when I say distract I’m talking about a pick and roll and not that other word that sounds like pick if only with an ‘R’. Let’s not do anything where I have to report you to the authorities, yeah?”

Franny laughed.

“But that goes without saying…..right?”

Lips curling into a cat-like grin we realize that maybe Franny has indulged a little too much for her tiny frame in the beverage department. Just as likely, however, is it possible that Franny is simply absorbing the good mood of the growing festivities against her better pompous judgement. Hard to tell either way.

NOTES- I haven't provided a reason why Alette would be following Franny but I implied curiosity. They are somewhat near the same apparent age I think.


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TAGS- @dumah

[Noctis Corvo]

Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhyhP_5VfKM

    Noctis was rather enjoying himself, the music was nice, the atmosphere was definitely jumping, and the food was killer. What had really caught his eye earlier was the massive desert table the chef had whooped up. It had been so long since he had something sweet, he couldn't help himself. A couple pieces of pumpkin pie, a piece of cake, some cookies. The piece de resistance was definitely the individual Creme Brulees though, his personal favorite. With his little pile of confections, he made his way over to a corner table, setting his food down, and proceeding to, more or less, stuff his face.

    It was to his pleasant surprise that he heard the familiar voice of one necromancer among those of the party's patrons. Turning to get a look of the spectacle, he saw her being followed by what appeared to be another girl of about equal height, possibly much younger though. He also saw her conversing with what he could only assume was the resident ladies' man. 

    Silky-black tuxedo, smooth talking, the way that all those around him seemed to almost melt in his hands. It for some reason made Noctis angry. 

Not enough to do anything about it, mind you. mainly just grit his teeth. He thought that the shameless flaunting about of ones self was shallow, and as such, tended to feel that way about those who openly practiced them.

Not that he couldn't. He was certain he could if he tried. He just didn't see a point in it.

He decided in the end, he would just sit back and observe the scene for now, partaking in his sweets as he enjoyed the small spectacle.

Tags: @dumah Franny Stein

Notes: Necro-post/jumpin in :D