[ This might be the stupidest excuse for a fancy dress party, but at least they're committing to the theme; the great Lorroakan has taken up a whole page in the papers to announce that he'd be holding this party, which was his mistake. If you want to plan a private, political, kind of fundraiser type of party you don't announce it in the papers and tell the plebs that only people with an invite can come.
Because these plebs, specifically, have ways of procuring invites.
The wizard has seemingly engaged a party planner for this, because the theme is quite well executed - Elysium and the Nine Hells - all things considered, so good for him. Or something. They've emptied the ground floor of Ramazith's Tower, transforming Sorcerous Sundries into a ballroom for the evening, and that is the exact reason why Ea, Shadowheart, Nico and Gale have procured themselves an invitation to this party.
Shadowheart's use of Pass Without Trace is what will keep them - or rather, keep Ea hidden, so she can make her way up to the librarian's office and find that key, that leads to the vaults below. All this, because Gale wants a book. ]
You know it's only reasonable that you do the schmoozing if anyone looks our way. [ She ushers Gale off towards the host, trying to pay Lorroakan as little attention as possible - the man is a blowhard, and he is apparently obsessed with the Nightsong. He has mentioned it, out loud, three times already - the third time, Ea makes eye contact with Shadowheart, and they share a little this bitch look, before looking away.
There is a downside - or up side? - to the themed ball, and that is the masks. In truth, nobody will know their faces and that is going to suit them just fine, because Ea plans to rob this wizard blind. But the added bonus is the view.
She stands where he left her, leaning casually against the wall, watching as Nico returns with two brightly coloured glasses full of wine, taking in the broadness of his shoulders in this outfit, the fucking delicious thickness of his thighs. ]
Do make an effort to control your face. [ That's from Shadowheart, suffering greatly standing beside her, keeping her eye on Gale as he speaks. (It's her concentration look, maybe she's cast Protection from Good and Evil.)
Ea absolutely keeps her eyes on Nico's approach, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick the corner of her lips. She pushes herself away from the wall and meets him with a hand held out for the drink. ] Good boy.
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act 3; we diverge from canon because we wanted a heist and a dressy ball
Date: 2024-08-13 03:29 pm (UTC)Because these plebs, specifically, have ways of procuring invites.
The wizard has seemingly engaged a party planner for this, because the theme is quite well executed - Elysium and the Nine Hells - all things considered, so good for him. Or something. They've emptied the ground floor of Ramazith's Tower, transforming Sorcerous Sundries into a ballroom for the evening, and that is the exact reason why Ea, Shadowheart, Nico and Gale have procured themselves an invitation to this party.
Shadowheart's use of Pass Without Trace is what will keep them - or rather, keep Ea hidden, so she can make her way up to the librarian's office and find that key, that leads to the vaults below. All this, because Gale wants a book. ]
You know it's only reasonable that you do the schmoozing if anyone looks our way. [ She ushers Gale off towards the host, trying to pay Lorroakan as little attention as possible - the man is a blowhard, and he is apparently obsessed with the Nightsong. He has mentioned it, out loud, three times already - the third time, Ea makes eye contact with Shadowheart, and they share a little this bitch look, before looking away.
There is a downside - or up side? - to the themed ball, and that is the masks. In truth, nobody will know their faces and that is going to suit them just fine, because Ea plans to rob this wizard blind. But the added bonus is the view.
She stands where he left her, leaning casually against the wall, watching as Nico returns with two brightly coloured glasses full of wine, taking in the broadness of his shoulders in this outfit, the fucking delicious thickness of his thighs. ]
Do make an effort to control your face. [ That's from Shadowheart, suffering greatly standing beside her, keeping her eye on Gale as he speaks. (It's her concentration look, maybe she's cast Protection from Good and Evil.)
Ea absolutely keeps her eyes on Nico's approach, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick the corner of her lips. She pushes herself away from the wall and meets him with a hand held out for the drink. ] Good boy.