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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?))

Date: 2006-11-03 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
The vampire narrowed his eyes at the Sidhe, even as the sudden heat flushed through his system again at the touch of skin-to-skin. His breathing deepened as if he were taking in the scent of the Sidhe, the taste of the magic that hung around him almost like a palpable thing, and his eyes fixed themselves on the creature's neck and the skin exposed there.

Long fangs slipping out, his smile was a predatory thing, and his words were wickedly self-assured, "You said it was a combination of our magics first, and now you claim that it is somehow yours? Do make up your mind which lie you would rather profess to be the truth."

Ryuuji watched them warily, ready to intervene if necessary. He loved Terry too much to let some vampire tear into him.

Date: 2006-11-03 07:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
"My magic. Our magic? Whatever it is that you fear." Blue was slowly bleeding back into his eyes. His voice dropped low despite his best efforts. There was too much of his focus going to simply standing there and not leaning in.

Somehow a touch between them was mutually seductive. And he knew he didn't want the creature. He simply wanted to prove his point. In fact, the sight of the fangs made him want to back away. Which made him stroke his fingers instead, determined not to break first.

He cared not at percieved values of attractiveness. But he would not have this creature continue to lie to itself about not being affected by anything. Especially when it looked hungrier and hungrier by the moment. And Ryuuji was a mystery that would intrigue any of the Sidhe from any Court.

Date: 2006-11-04 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"I fear nothing." The vampire declared, green eyes narrowing as he fought the temptation to go half-lidded and lick the fingers on his cheek, taste the skin before biting down and breaking through it to get just a little of that magic-laced blood. What was happening?!

It felt warm, and vampires felt no warmth, and it felt hot, and heat was dangerous, and if he was going to die right now, this would be the oddest and the most pleasant way to do so.

But he did not wish to die, especially not at the hands of some prankish fey.

"I merely have no desire to subject myself to your little games." He hissed lowly, eyes fierce and over-bright, "Release me."

Ryuuji tilted his head at them, watching curiously, a faint pout on his lips. He didn't quite like seeing his Terry touching someone else, even if only to provoke a reaction from them, and curled his own fingers around Terry's free hand, "Let's go outside and get some fresh air? It's a little crowded in here --" And a smirk twisted his lips, challenging the vampire, "--with all sorts of riff-raff."

Date: 2006-11-04 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
The Sidhe looked from Ryuuji to the vampire. He had to fight desire too; the impulsive to push things just a little further. It was hard not to wonder just exactly what the vampire felt. Were things as chaotic for him?

But there was a time and place for everything. And a step outside to learn just exactly which time and place this was, would help with any future dealings with the creature and for himself. If he were under geas and had forgotten, it wouldn't do to forfeit anything. And he would not forfeit one such as Ryuuji.

"Very well." He turned and leaned in to whisper against the vampire's ear, skillfully twisting his body to keep his neck too far away to be snared. "Just remember. You did not make me or force my hand, Unseelie. A mortal bought your freedom with his delights."

Smiling wickedly with a touch of cool calculation, the Sidhe turned to go, curling warm fingers around Ryuuji's wrists and nodding to let him lead.

Date: 2006-11-04 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
The second of closeness between the vampire and the Sidhe was enough to have Ryuuji tempted to touch the cuff on his ear that his hair concealed, just lightly to remind Terry that even if this vampire had his face, he was the real one. But instead of doing that, he settled for smiling at him and leading him outside to the balcony, asking curiously as he did so, "What did you tell--"

He stepped outside, and blinked, and the body he was wearing shifted around him in a haze of magic to turn into Oz's. Oz glanced down, and then back at the vampire, who had been following them only to be caught in the same magic.

Vampire now being Ryuuji, of course.

Date: 2006-11-04 07:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
Night air and cold stone and a castle of some sort. The Sidhe inhaled. Terry exhaled and then looked down where he was apparently holding Oz by the wrist.

"Huh?"

It was as much as he could manage, because it made no sense and he was pretty certain he'd been careful about food and drink. And where was Ryuuji? Turning, Terry saw a vampire costume and familiar green eyes.

"What?"

Things were still trying to settle themselves in his mind as the magic left its last touches.

Date: 2006-11-04 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"That was special."Oz let go of Terry's wrist.

Ryuuji blinked, looking at Oz and then at Terry, "Did we just--"

He shook his head, having had a whole fuzzy set of memories about being a centuries-old vampire implant themselves in his head and then disapper, leaving him only with the memories of talking to a Sidhe and himself. One hand raising up to touch his forehead, he frowned slightly, and grabbed for Terry's hand, taking a step backwards out of shock as he remembered how much Oz-as-him had seemed to know about himself.

Unfortunately, that put him right back inside the Great Hall, and took Terry with him.

Date: 2006-11-04 07:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
"Ryu...?" The Sidhe blinked. This was not Ryuuji, but the Unseelie again. And this time the creature had been reaching out to him. Or trying to restrain him.

"You mistake me for the weak, Unseelie. I do not play games. Our conversation has finished. You are as unwanted as bright steel. Just as cold. And without an true edge. I neither want or need a blunted weapon."

Date: 2006-11-04 07:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"I am no weapon." The vampire shot back, eyes flashing with anger at the idea of being used. He dropped the Sidhe's wrist, unable to remember why he'd even grabbed the haughty creature, and changed his next remark as he realized that the Sidhe's lover was nowhere to be seen.

A smirk twisted his lips, coolly mocking, and he asked the Sidhe, "As for a 'true edge', where has your little pet wandered off to? Long-lived he might be, but he is only mortal and as fickle as all their kind are. Think you he has left you already, unable to bear being around a more flawless version of himself?"

Date: 2006-11-04 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
"Doubtless he's gone where we make our home." Where ever that was. The nagging bits of blank in his memories were still there. Had he sent Ryuuji home? And why had he come back? The plan had been to learn more about this masquerade, but he was still clueless.

"He has no need of your flawlessness. He has life, spirit, warmth and creativity. We've been over this before. He'd have no reason to fear or envy you. And you would not envy him my company. I am not so old I need a conversation thrice. Speak your mind or leave. There are other things to be done and to be heard." One of which was hunting down his mortal lover.

Date: 2006-11-04 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"You sing his virtues and yet you touch me with desire." The vampire mocked, running his own gloved fingers over his cheek, where the Sidhe's hand had rested. It was as if he was either trying to wipe away the memory of the touch, or cool the skin that had awakened under the creature's hand, had warmed and wanted like a mortal would.

"Tell me, phantasm, think you he is my fair brother?" For if they were related in any manner at all... The smirk that curved the vampire's lips was as sharp as his eyes, and his teeth were as white as the whites of his eyes.

Date: 2006-11-04 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
"I think you are but pale copy and anything felt with you paler still." The Sidhe bit the words off angrily and yanked his arm away. Whatever game was being played he wanted no part in it.

His eyes darkened, threatening to black and the magic under his skin hummed like the sound of far off bees; angry and busy but not quite focused, not yet. The scent of cinammon and smoke growing stronger.

Date: 2006-11-04 08:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"Oh but darling, that's now what you said last night." The vampire cooed in fair imitation of what he'd heard mortals say, pretty mortals in bright colors that he'd coaxed them out of, bright-eyed mortals with soft skin and heart-warmed blood. And this Sidhe was nothing like them, he was cool and aloft, and smelt like magic (the vampire licked his lips, wondered if he'd taste like magic), and the bright colors were still bright but pale at the same time.

Stained glass saint, will you cut my tongue if I lick your window?

Date: 2006-11-05 08:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
"If I said anything in heat of passion last night it was to your warmer, more attractive self. The mortal version."

The Sidhe's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And if you have any strange connection to him that you have hid; any spell or bidings, I shall break them and then I shall come after you." His voice, if it was possible and with Sidhe anything was, narrowed as well; sharp as a blade.

Date: 2006-11-05 09:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"The flawed version." The vampire corrected, toothy smirk not leaving his lips (and on a vampire, that was toothy indeed).

Loose long hair hanging halfway down to his hips in soft waves of black, he tilted his head forwards, making a few strands slip forwards and frame his face, dark against the pale, cold gold of his skin. His smirk widened a little, "What, you cannot tell if I have any claim on your pretty pet? Such a poor owner you are, to be so unknowing of his life."

Not that the vampire had any connection to Ryuuji that he knew of, but considering how alike they looked, it was plausible.

Date: 2006-11-05 09:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
The Sidhe went colder, impersonal; drawn into himself with an imperial attitude standing ike so many feet of fortress wall between him and the rest of the world.

"Mortals do not give their love cheaply. Lusts yes, and mad fantasies, but not love. Perhaps when you have had a companion for more than a moon you'll know the difference between pet and friend."

Looking down his nose the vampire, with no inclanation to stay in its presence any longer, the Sidhe turned to leave. The room was large and he would at least see who else was there. He would gain some glimmer of information before finding a way to where ever Ryuuji now was.

Date: 2006-11-05 09:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"Didn't anyone ever teach you to not to turn your back on a threat?" The vampire snarled, the throbbing heartbeat of the Sidhe nearly as maddening as the scent of magic that hung over him like a mist. Annoyed at being dismissed like that, the vampire made to lunge forwards as soon as the Sidhe's back was turned -- the spell caught him before he could even make contact, ripping away the fake memories and change in magic.

Ryuuji blinked, dazed, and put both hands to his head, eyes shut as he tried to process the sudden switch back to himself.

Date: 2006-11-05 10:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
The magic would have spun away from Terry anyway as a victim of Ryuuji's, as a Vampire, vicious attack. But as the Sidhe, Terry's blade had spun at the first hard words from the creature behind in, ready to defend himself, already at heart level. He hadn't even turned around.

Now he did. He blinked too, disoriented and having to remember why he was wearing what he was wearing. His eyes went wide when he realized he was holding a blade. They went wider still when he realized he'd been about to knife Ryuuji.

"Something's....fishy." Shyly, shakily, he slipped the blade along his spine, trusting the waistband of his skirt to hold it up.

Date: 2006-11-05 10:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"You- you think?" Ryuuji managed to say, eyes blinking open just in time to catch sight of the knife before Terry put it away. His eyes went wide for a second, the confused glaze fading from the green of them, Ryuuji unable to stop himself from half-snarking, half-teasing, "Knifeplay, treasure? Kinky. Didn't think you had it in you."

He stuck his tongue out for a second, forgetting about the fangs that he'd used his dragon form to draw out, and nicked it slightly. Not enough for blood, just enough to remind him what he was dressed as.

...And, thanks to that, what had just been happening.

Date: 2006-11-05 10:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
He shouldn't smile. But a twitch happening with his lips anyway. One because Ryuuji teasing just made him want to smile. And given how unusual their sex life could be, it was just funny.

Secondly, Ryuuji dressed up as a vampire, using his own fangs....

Terry grinned. "Well, maybe I thought you didn't really have the fangs to bite me." Whatever had happened was alright now, wasn't it? Whatever strange magic had occurred - and had he actually been magic? - it stopped them from doing anything dangerous.

The thought of being magic, however, made Terry pause for the slightest moment. He could barely remember what it felt like. But he thought it might have felt a lot like being Ryuuji. Unconsciously he took a step forward.

Date: 2006-11-05 10:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
"Then that just goes to show you how dangerous it is to make assumptions when it comes to green-eyed strangers." Ryuuji parried lightly, licking over his own lips and getting used to the feel of his body once more. He touched his fingertips to his own neck, feeling the pulse under the soft satin of the gloves, and then reached out with that arm to draw Terry closer.

Fingers curling over Terry's shoulder, he shot the other a wicked smirk, going with the flow as usual and not letting it interrupt his fun, "So, you going to stab me if I take just a little taste now?"

Date: 2006-11-06 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
"I have this policy about not stabbing boyfriends. It doesn't work well with the good guy image. It's also hell on insurance." Terry grinned and tilted his head, neck arching.

His skin was still charmed to shimmer and glow. But all it was now was the pretense of magic in the blood. He glanced at Ryuuji sideways. "It's only human now, will you be disappointed?"

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