THE BALL

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[Today is the day of the ball, and as such the entry to the Grand Ball Room is wide open, a sound of music echoing through the halls. Not too far away are signs pointing to the general area, intended to help those who are new as well as remind those who are interested.

The room itself seems incredibly clean, thanks to a few enchanted brooms, some of which are still there to clean up any messes from the food. Speaking of food, there is a large table with many delicious meals to choose from, from classy foods to simpler snacks such as chips and even a bit of treats for the children and others who enjoy sweets. And of course, beverages are present, such as punch, water, soft drinks, and even a bit of wine for the adults. Off to the side is an ice box, which may in fact contain sea salt ice cream.

Similar to the last ball, there is a comfortable area set off to the side for those who would rather relax, maybe take a break from dancing. It consists of comfortable chairs and couches for the guests, and even smaller tables for beverages.

Of course, the main attraction is the dance floor itself, which is dimly lit by a chandelier and the occasional candles here and there. The aforementioned music at the moment is classical, a sort of waltz and seems to be coming from no apparent source-- but one may notice somewhere in the ball room that Mickey himself is present, dressed not only in proper masquerade attire, but also with a familiar hat.

Anyone is welcome to enjoy the ball. However, if trouble should arise Mickey does have a Keyblade and would be more than willing to intervene; this is meant for enjoyment, not violence.]

Comments

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Prepare.]

Evening.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

I'm really sorry about last time we met. I wasn't myself. At all.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

I noticed. Well.. I don't think I can forgive you...

[Gets up from his seated position, offers his hand like a gentleman!]

Unless, you allow me to.. show you around the dance floor.

[smirk.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he hesitates, mainly because of that smirk and a few recent traumas, but then he nods and takes his hand.]

I'm not very good at dancing, though. But I do know the waltz.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry, Axel's made promises to behave tonight.]

Well, shall we start with that?

[Places his mask in his back pocket. Begins the dance.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Start? For how long are you planning to dance, anyway?

[he stumbles a little before getting into the pace.]

S-sorry.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

As long as you allow me. Then afterward, I'll make a big scene to get you to dance with me again. So...... ~

[He's so smooth. He smiles, and gracefully leads them around.]

No worries, it took me.. 20 years to figure out how to do this 'correctly'.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

A-actually I'm waiting for someone.

[very smooth. you'll see a lot of the the confused-and-slightly-uncomfortable expression.]

20 years? That's an eternity!

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

Oh, well that just spoils everything.

[frowns.]

Hey, I got bored. Besides, it isn't that long.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there are others you could dance with! Besides, I don't think Naminé will be happy if I dance with you all the time...

[hm.]

And yes, it is.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

Oh I bet. But, I understand nonetheless.

[reassuring smile]

Not for someone like me.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's still an eternity for me.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

Hey. Say the word, and you can be like me.

[KIDDING but trying to be helpful idk.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[s-sort of tempted because not dying + instant super powers? yes please.]

N-no thank you. I'll be fine.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[But, the need for blood regularly, and the extremes it could go into after a few days. But hey, it is an alright life.]

Thought so. So, what have you been up to?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[yes, that too. the blood thing would definitely bother him.]

Oh. Not much. Or actually, too much, but. You know.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Oh, you learn to love it.]

Been there, done that.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[the withdrawal would bother him.]

You're hundreds of years old, what haven't you done?

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[It is rather nasty. The blood eats at your inner organs, and you become crazy. BUT THAT'S ONLY SIDE EFFECTS!]

Hm... well the obvious one, is have a life mate. Or be a soldier.. or.. cause a war, yet. See, there's a lot of things I haven't done.

[Soft smile.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[yeah, because he really needs more possible reasons to go crazy.]

I don't think you should start a war, that's not very nice.

brb.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Hm, sounds like a good decision.]

Oh but I heard it's fun.

ok~

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[frowns.]

But it's bad.

back :)

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

Would you like to join my army?

[By now, Roxas should see that he's just full of shit.]

:D

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[Roxas isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and there's just something about Axels that always seems to get to him, but yes, he's starting to realize that Axel may in fact be kidding.]

...that's not funny.

supp.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

Oh, but it was humorous to me.

[May he twirl Roxas?]

But hey, maybe I shouldn't kid about such serious situations.