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The bell began to strike midnight.
One. Two. Three. Four.
A brief chill passed through the Great Hall. Jack’s grin widened.
Five. Six. Seven.
He glanced up at the words above the door. They still looked perfectly innocent.
Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.
There was a distinct change in the atmosphere as the spell began to work. The world turned more unstable.
Twelve.
ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS, IT TOLLS FOR THEE
The words began to glow...
((• At the stroke of midnight, the characters currently in the Great Hall shall turn into whatever they’re dressed as. Their memories will be altered, so they won’t remember who they are.
• The spell is limited to the Great Hall, so should any character leave it, they’ll turn back into themselves, probably a wee bit confused. Should they re-enter, they’ll fall under the spell again.
• Muns for very powerful characters (Antichrists, gods, anthropomorphic representations, religious figures of any sort), I leave it up to you to decide if you want your character to remember who they are. Just remember, should any of them attempt to force other characters to remember who they are as well, they will fail, no matter how powerful they are.
• The instant it seems like a character is going to hurt another character, the spell will wear off for both of them. It’s up to each individual mun to decide what happens after that.
• The spell will wear off permanently the next day. It’s up to you if your character remembers what he or she did while they were under it.
• Have fun! Okay, so it’s not a rule, more of a recommendation, but still. ^_^ Also, you got any questions, or feel like I left anything out, send me an OOC note, yes?))
One. Two. Three. Four.
A brief chill passed through the Great Hall. Jack’s grin widened.
Five. Six. Seven.
He glanced up at the words above the door. They still looked perfectly innocent.
Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.
There was a distinct change in the atmosphere as the spell began to work. The world turned more unstable.
Twelve.
The words began to glow...
((• At the stroke of midnight, the characters currently in the Great Hall shall turn into whatever they’re dressed as. Their memories will be altered, so they won’t remember who they are.
• The spell is limited to the Great Hall, so should any character leave it, they’ll turn back into themselves, probably a wee bit confused. Should they re-enter, they’ll fall under the spell again.
• Muns for very powerful characters (Antichrists, gods, anthropomorphic representations, religious figures of any sort), I leave it up to you to decide if you want your character to remember who they are. Just remember, should any of them attempt to force other characters to remember who they are as well, they will fail, no matter how powerful they are.
• The instant it seems like a character is going to hurt another character, the spell will wear off for both of them. It’s up to each individual mun to decide what happens after that.
• The spell will wear off permanently the next day. It’s up to you if your character remembers what he or she did while they were under it.
• Have fun! Okay, so it’s not a rule, more of a recommendation, but still. ^_^ Also, you got any questions, or feel like I left anything out, send me an OOC note, yes?))
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Date: 2006-10-31 10:40 pm (UTC)One minute, Mel's laughing and having a great time.
And then the clock strikes.
It feels like she's been doused in cold water. It's a big, frightening hall, full of smoke, and of steam, and the nearest person next to her is a man that disturbs her in some way--but nevertheless-
'Senor? Excuse me? Can you--sir?'
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Date: 2006-10-31 10:48 pm (UTC)His body grew cold, he was... somewhere, a place he didn't know though it smelled vaguely like a place he might call home, and there was a warm person right next to him...
And he was. So. Hungry.
His eyes shone almost yellow when he looked at the little senorita in front of him. And he smiled at her, and his teeth gleamed long, and sharp, and unnaturally white.
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Date: 2006-10-31 10:52 pm (UTC)'Oh God,' she whispers in Spanish. 'Oh God oh God oh God just let me survive this.'
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-01 06:06 am (UTC)"An intriguing offer, Dr. Malcolm, one I shall have to consider." She turned to the man in a tuxedo at her side. "Unless of course, you'd like to make a counteroffer, Mr. Bond?"
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Date: 2006-11-01 06:53 am (UTC)"Well well. Milan Marble, as you live and breathe. Clearly the reports of your death 10 years ago were greatly exaggerated."
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:02 am (UTC)James Bond turned his attention to the new woman in the room. "Quite a pleasure to see you again, Milan," he said, kissing the tall woman's hand. "It's been so long since our last rendezvous. I would have hoped that you would have stayed with me until morning, but clearly it was not meant to be."
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:07 am (UTC)She watched the interaction between Bond and the older woman. "You knew," she hissed. "You knew my sister was alive and you kept it from me all this time?!"
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:33 pm (UTC)"Groovy," he said, and grinned.
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:28 pm (UTC)He had gone as a pirate because it was easy, and he had some experience playing one, and that was it, basically. He looked good, though. Really good.
Mistoffelees was sipping punch when the spell began to work. It felt like a cold shower, and then there was another person's memories in his head. A person that looked at the punch in contempt, and wrinkled his nose. No rum, eh? Pity. He was not interested in it if it did not contain rum.
He looked around. Badly lit room, a lot of strangely dressed people... A hand immediately went to his trusty flintlock, just in case there was any sign of trouble.
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:32 pm (UTC)Sworn natural enemy of the pirate--it's a ninja.
Holding a throwing star (http://www.tbotech.com/images/throwingstars/havok-star.jpg) and walking behind the pirate silently.
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:45 pm (UTC)"Well now," he said silkily. "Ain't this a pretty lass. What are ye sneaking up on me for?"
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Date: 2006-11-01 10:19 pm (UTC)((I'm going to assume that Osaka was still at the wall, so the wall monster would be hidden.))
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Date: 2006-11-01 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-01 11:02 pm (UTC)Costume kicking in, having attired himself in the vampire (http://www.buycostumes.com/ProductDetail.aspx?ProductID=20577&PCatID=adultcostumes&ccatid=adulthorrorgothic) outfit Jack had given in, Ryuuji felt his mind tugged at, then the familiar whitewash of his memories being erased. Again.
'Oh fucking hell!' was the last thought that the boy managed with a sense of his self before he lost everything of his old self, suddenly having the mind and body to go with the costume.
Fangs shifting into something longer, thinner, as befitting a vampire, Ryuuji smiled and glanced around the Great Hall for prey. He wasn't hungry, per se, but he was a little peckish. Pulling the cape tightly around him, he prowled through the room, green eyes alight with an unnatural intensity.
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Date: 2006-11-01 11:30 pm (UTC)He was impatient and a little bored. Halloween parties weren't his thing at all. He'd spent too many Halloween nights before juvie and becoming Batman, causing trouble. And too many nights after he'd gained the suit dealing with Jokerz. People in masks and costumes didn't mean the same thing to him as to others.
But Ryuuji'd been enthusiastic, so here he was and he'd taken care with his costume. Which was all starting to feel a little stifling and overdone and naked without anyone there to smile and make it feel worthwhile.
He'd charmed his skin shimmering and opalescent, with the added appearance of soft glows of light moving just under the surface. And the collar and dragon pendant he usually wore was charmed invisible too. As were his eyes, charmed a darker blue, the pupils made vertical.
His hair was charmed as well, long and black hanging down to his waist. It fell past slender, tapered ears, and was held back to show them off by several braids catching at the back, their ends hung with tiny crystal bells. The braids themselves were the nesting places for the soft glow of two or three tiny fairies. And Terry'd been ridiculously pleased to have done enough independent research in Care of Magical Creatures to manage that trick.
In soft draped velvet a dark wine that was so close to black it only showed its red highlights when he moved, Terry leaned against a wall in one corner of the Great Hall, smelling of cinnamon and smoke and hoping that dressing this way would be worth it.
When the clock struck twelve, the appearance of wearing the costume vanished as the High Born Sidhe Lord wore it like it was a part of him. Looking around the room, he wondered where he was and why there were so many humans around.
In velvet that hung low on his hips, indecently according to mortal standards, showing hints of dark hair and displaying his hipbones as it fell to his ankles in a long skirt; he moved as if gravity had the barest hold on him and showed unintentional flashes of skin from the slits on both sides of his rainment.
It buckled at the sides with shiny silver claps as tiny as an infant's pinky nail. The overcoat was sleeveless, unbuttoned and finely sewn at the edges. Open, dropping to mid thigh and cinched tight it revealed the shimmering skin of his arms and chest, which now seemed to glow. Thigh high boots of some soft sueded leather were on his feet, with pointed knee guards that gave the impression that he could and would fight as he was. And he was not unarmed. Strapped to both legs and held in sheaths with the same tiny buckles were silver blades with soft glowing red stones in their hilts.
Lifting his cup to his lips, two rings flashed on his hand one of silver with a red stone, the other a curling dragon holding an emerald in its mouth.
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Date: 2006-11-02 04:13 am (UTC)Okay. Vampire!him or Sidhe!Terry? Probably vampire him, so that he could find out who had had the brilliant idea of dressing up as a vampiric version of him!
Approaching the vampire cheerfully, Ryuuji greeted him with a grin, "Hi! Great costume, it looks so convincing. Want to go say hi to my boyfriend?" He tilted his head at the beautiful Sidhe lord, "I bet he'd get a kick out of it too." As an afterthought, he asked, "Oh, and who are you?"
The vampire stared at the mortal version of himself. Was it possibly a descendent from his branch of the family? It was shocking to think that so many centuries later, his line could have produced a boy that looked so like he did before he was turned. Voice low and smooth, he answered dramatically, "I am Lord Malind Vladimir Morticat Klondikar Vesper Nyarlhotep Enchorito Mario Damien Devlin Francisco de Vert."
"...Right." Ryuuji laughed and linked arms with the vampire easily, ever-confident in his own ability to manage any danger. "C'mon, let's go say hi to Terry!"
Dragging the vampire across the room -- he was too amused by the mortal's presumption to protest overmuch, prefering instead to glide along with a deadly grace -- Ryuuji made his way over to Terry and flung both arms around the Sidhe gleefully, "Terry! You look awesome."
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Date: 2006-11-02 03:22 am (UTC)Oz, however, was still Oz, and only the masque, a cut-up of Ryuuji's own face, was evidence that he was participating in that fashion at all. Last year he had dressed up as God. Some might mention this to be a step up.
He entered the ball behind Ryuuji and Terry, and was about to say hello when the bell struck.
Then things got funny.
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Date: 2006-11-02 04:26 am (UTC)Memory stripped, his body suddenly changed, growing taller, the lines of his cheekbones elongating and slanting upwards. The corners of his eyes pulled upwards as well, color spreading through the iris to dye them a bright, vivid green, and his creamy skin darkened to a pale gold. Short hair growing out to fall down to his midback, then twisting itself up into a ponytail, it became ink-dark, a headband wrapping itself over his forehead to keep only a few strands falling over his eyes.
A hole punched itself through both of his ears, a die earring dangling from his left one, and eyeliner traced around both of his eyes, accentuating them, and then streaked down his left cheek to come to a sharp point. His clothes changed as well into a pair of loose leather trousers and a black mesh shirt, left nipple suddenly gaining a gold piercing in the same sudden manner than his left ear had gained an earring.
OzRyuuji blinked, and between one blink from another, he lost any memory of having been a guitar-playing werewolf, a whole new set of memories downloading themselves into his mind and making him grin with mischief.Time to party!
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Date: 2006-11-02 05:56 am (UTC)~~~
Lethe hated working parties. You could spend a half an hour trying to snare a guy, and then suddenly the wife or the girlfriend shows up, and you were back to square one.
He eyed the two men standing next to him. The redhead was hot, but he looked like some kind of religious freak, and not the kind that fleeced the believers and spent the money on drugs and whores. Too bad, but he didn't do charity work.
Now the other guy... Tall, dark hair, green eyes, and, most importantly, expensive clothing. Lethe gave the man his most seductive smile.
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Date: 2006-11-02 06:58 am (UTC)Gojyo was in the middle of replying to Hakkai's comment about teaching others how to play poker when the loud chiming bell interrupted their conversation, signaling midnight, and the atmosphere began to change.
And that wasn't all that changed. The coronet and chest piece he wore were suddenly heavier, as if made from actual gold, the chakra on his forehead darkened, and the writing on his 'Kama Sutra' seemed to slither along the material for a few moments before realigning itself into new characters. The sutra fluttered slightly in a breeze that wasn't there, then settled onto his shoulders once more.
One lifetime of memories were traded for another. A thousand internal changes took place, unnoticed by all but Gojyo -- now Jiàng Sanzo.
He glanced down in confusion at the half-eaten cake in one hand, the cup of punch in the other, and wondered if they were his. He couldn't recall getting them, and, as he looked up and took in his surroundings, he realised he couldn't remember leaving the temple, either. One moment he was praying, and the next...
How curious.
"Excuse me," he murmured, turning so he was addressing both young men nearby. "I'm afraid this may be a peculiar question, but, ah, what is this... celebration for?" He kindly pretended not to notice the way the blond boy was looking at the dark-haired man, and smiled benignly at them both.
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Date: 2006-11-02 08:44 am (UTC)Hakkai had been smiling in his usual way at them both, and was only briefly distracted when the bell began to strike midnight. It wasn't until the twelfth and final toll that he realized anything was happening; there was an odd sensation of shifting in his mouth, and he managed to murmur a soft--
"Oh."
Count Nyolcas Sertés frowned deeply at himself, wondering for a fleeting moment (though time moved much more languidly for his ilk, passing by like honey poured slowly from a jar) why he had said anything at all. Nyolcas swirled the container of punch in his hand, musing over how it happened to find itself there and woefully noting that the beverage lacked the consistency of his customary libation. He rarely bothered to serve himself with such paltry refreshments (not even to maintain appearances while at dreadful social affairs as these) when his was a far more discerning and disciplined taste.
He tore his jade gaze away and glanced around the room, the emerald orbs that had hitherto been warm and genial now registering the jaded disdain of one who had lived more than his share of lifetimes. Emeralds lighted upon the two men standing not a few feet away from him and quietly he suspired.
Such poor company, as of late. The strange ones were always the easiest to pick out -- not unlike a lioness, preying on the weak and ill and old members of the herd, -- but surely this diet of strange men was hardly nutritional.
And already he had caught the attentions of the blond, felt amethyst oculars scrutinizing him, just as his own emeralds did in turn for the blond; he would do as an appetizer, he thought, -- but the vampire was distracted by the other one. Canting his head to the side, there was a brief caesura as the brunette drank in the sight of the priest, taking slow measured sips of vision like one savoring the taste of wine, wine as crimson as the priests' hair, as ruby as his eyes. Clearly his original observation could stand to be corrected -- gorging one's self on a high-ranking man of the cloth had to amount to something positive.
His lips curled upwards into a slow, alluring smile, in a practiced way that half-concealed his fangs. He arched a brow at the priest. "I wish I could answer that for you," he said smoothly. "But what a pleasure to find myself in such esteemed company."
((Translation, just in case: "Nyolcas" came, Nyolcas saw, Nyolcas really wants to conquer.))
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