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Welcome back!

Though that's rather hypocritical of me, since I'm a lurker most of the time now. >_>

It's midnight where I am, so it's official. Present updates will come after I get some shuteye.

"Are you all right, my lady?" asked Miguel from her shoulder. "I can feel how nervous you are."

"I'm fine. I'm just not really one for parties," she said. "I came because Cipher was invaluable help when I visited Lotor, and I really need to get out more."

Miguel hmm'd. "Would hearing one of the minstrels or bards help your mood? I heard a rumor Ser Read was booked to perform here..."

eatpraylove smiled. She'd kept up regular correspondence with the knight, and considered him one of her closest friends in Plort. However, she had not yet heard him perform. "I do believe it would. What would I do without you, Miguel?"

"Stay holed up in your manor all day excepting quests, if you don't mind my saying so."

They both laughed, and joined the crowd in front of the nearest bard.

"I doubt I can compete with you, but I would be happy to see how I measure up." He looked at the bow. "Is this the great Arin?" he asked.

Lady Iximaz grinned. "Just Iximaz will do. And I believe I saw an archery field on the far side of the grounds, if you would be interested in testing yourself against me?" She glanced at the massive unstrung longbow that was resting across her back.

"I believe this will be an entertaining evening," he said. "Perhaps, if you so desired, we could look around and see if there are any interesting games to play? Um, m'lady," he added, suddenly remembering who he was talking to.

Lady Iximaz shrugged. "Either way, I hope we are able to enjoy our time here. It certainly looks like quite a bit of effort has gone into setting up the event."

"I think I shall be able to soon. I think I shall consult with one more advisor before embarking upon the Trials." His hand unconsciously brushed against the hammer hidden beneath his cloak. "Perhaps he enjoys being in the snow?"

Lady Iximaz smiled. "I've been watching your progress with interest, and you certainly seem promising." She shoved her hands in her pockets and looked around the grounds, breath steaming in the cold air. "I do have to wonder what possessed Sir Cipher to host the festival outside rather than indoors. I would have been more than happy to hold it in my keep..."

By Madokami's bow, I really need to start alternating pseudonyms! he thought to himself. I am certainly not ready to talk to somebody of this stature about the Trials!

"It is an honor to meet you..." She paused and tilted her head. "I don't suppose you're the Granz who has been considering knighthood?"

"I go by, um, Granz, ma'am," he said. "Or, well, for now I do, at least. And, um, I made it myself. It took some work, since I only had a few days, but I did my best, got a little help, and didn't go for anything too elaborate, so I guess it's alright."

"I don't like people bowing to me." She offered a hand to the masked man. "You know who I am, but I don't believe I know who you are. Might I ask your name, and where you got that marvelous mask?"

"I don't like people bowing to me." She offered a hand to the masked man. "You know who I am, but I don't believe I know who you are. Might I ask your name, and where you got that marvelous mask?"

... of blushing and turning incredibly pale. "L-l-lady Ix-Iximaz!" he stammered. "Um, uh, it is a pleasure, I mean, an honor to meet you! Um, I, uh, I don't think it's a masquerade, but, uh, I felt like wearing one, um, today, to this party. Obviously." He offered a bow to the most noble lady.

Lady Iximaz fell into step beside the masked man. "I'm curious, though—have we met before, or are you a new friend waiting to be made?"

Well. I suppose I'm one, too!

You, honestly, seem more real than I. I can't even understand Tagalog!
Not pureblood, either. Only one parent, and whatnot.

I mean, I dunno. I don't particularly consider myself a Filipino. I just stick with 'Australian,' y'know?
Supposed to be all multicultural, and whatnot.

(If I had something to say, it would go here)

He smiled a bit to himself. The mask really did help him feel less self-conscious, and it was well worth the effort he had spent making it in such a limited time frame. He looked about, and decided he would wander through the game stations to see if there was anything that caught his eye, or, perhaps, somebody interesting to talk to.

"I suppose I should get ready." Virro nocks an arrow in his bow and leaves it ready to either raise and fire at any hostile intruders. If they're not hostile, he'll attempt to persuade, but not to Enthrall, them that they have no reason to attack instead. "Hm. I suppose all of us standing here would be rather inconvenient." He nodded to Shaban, who shuffled away into the first room to look for more equipment, particularly Clothing that conferred an armor bonus. "Now, what was that about my new zombie being different, Xiv'riit?" As he said this, he moved the Zombie Lord in front of the door to help guard it. Davug eyed it suspiciously- he'd learned that sometimes it was hard to tell when certain members of the team were handing over information normally protected by the fourth wall- and decided it was worth more of his attention than the door, so he decided to focus on keeping the new zombie from hurting anybody who wasn't an enemy.

Ix and Charlotte celebrate their tenth Christmas together.

WELCOME BAAAAACK! *TOSSES SPIKES*

I mean, I know we've been talking via IM, but still

*TOSSES MORE SPIKES* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

This map will show you exactly where to go!