#[event] nightkeepers winter ball

[calcmityys]

       it stands in the centre of the room, like a monument to the choices ahead, filled with all things sweet and delectable and enticing. she imagines it tastes as it looks - saccharine and floral; with a hint of something distasteful lingering on the tongue. her stomach drops to see it, confirmation that the letter she had received was not simply an idle threat. would she dare to drink it ?? no. she thinks not. not unless she absolutely must. emerald irises are so transfixed by the gargantuan bowl that she hardly notices the other partygoers moving around her. it isn’t until she feels someone brush just that bit too close that her reverie is shattered, bright eyes turning on them. “sorry was i in the way ?? i just-” her gaze returns to the punchbowl. “was deciding what to drink.”

[deathbeckons]

Location: HTN Event: Nightkeeper’s Winters Ball @calamitousstarters​

Malcolm had absolutely no idea how he was going to get werewolf teeth, but he hoped that freeing Jack from the Davenport Manor basement at least had the older vampire owing him. Perhaps he could somehow get the mans help without having to tell him what he needed; especially with him in ripper mode. He was on edge, that much was clear. Jessie’s life was in his hands and he couldn’t fuck with that. When he felt someone touch him, he jumped out of his skin, instantly getting defensive as he prepared to cause a scene if necessary. “Shit, man. Don’t do that. I could’ve killed you.” 

[vlkyriescall]

Location: Halfway to Nowhere - stood by the bar Event: The Nightkeepers Ball Whom: Open @calamitousstarters​

Katya had protested at first, grumbled to Saylor about how she already had to attend one over the top event in which she would be required to wear a gown, why did she have to go to this one as well? But the letter weighed on her mind as it did others and so here she was in the grey gown, knives hidden strategically with straps, though some were purely wrapped around her arms and chest for design choice. Everyone was so elegant, people she had seen fighting in the streets now in suit and tie, even those working the event had gone all out and something about the attention to detail put her on edge once more.

Her mind instead focused on getting herself one of the fancy cocktails, hoping to at least numb the idea of the letter that loomed over her head, she could protect Saylor with a little liquor in her after all. Waiting for the drink she looked around again, one arm resting on the bar top before her eyes landed on the person next to her, “Well don’t you clean up nice?!” A quiet laugh accompanied her words, raising a brow as she let her eyes wander once more.

[thedcrkone]

open starter / the winter ball / event / @calamitousstarters​

All of this was ridiculous, she decided fairly quickly, and felt stupid that she had actual made an effort with her black dress covered in golden leaves. She was always in the line of sight of Haylee, she was determined not to fail. She did not wish to leave her position, but she also could not allow Hector’s friend to be hurt. “Are we really just going to pretend all of this is normal?” she asked the person standing beside her before drinking her cocktail through a straw. It was Darcy’s way to ensure she did not drink too much as she hated drinking through straws. “Some music, a few drinks and people forget why we have been summoned. Honestly, it amazes me that we are all still alive.” The fae did not seem too bothered, her face was fairly neutral as she spoke those pessimistic words, but she was busy chewing on the straw — a nervous tic of hers. 

[ilbuia]

open to everyone near the dance floor.

the thing about attending events such as these— they were the perfect place to revel in sin. really, most of the clubs around here offered that. a line isabella tried desperately to dance along— wanted it far too much to stay away from but her fear of what it would do to her still held greater.

even with all of that... bella found herself on the outskirts of the dance floor. body swaying to the rhythm of the beat, third champagne in hand. she didn’t drink often, but the liquid courage was something she’d need tonight. regardless of what decision she found herself making. condemn someone else to the same hell she put herself in or condemn herself again to whatever torture was mixed into the concoction that kept drawing her attention. yes, the third glass of liquid courage she found herself downing was very needed. or at least, she convinced herself so.

“ i might be convinced that there’s a little more then alcohol in those glasses. ’ her voice was soft, drowned out by the soft fit of laughter as her fingers pinched together in symbolization of just how little. isabella’s attention turned to the person beside her as she slipped the empty flute back onto the tray that passed her by.

@calamitousstarters

[sayahrosamalor]

Rosa couldn’t...no she wouldn’t do it. Rosa would not do what the Nightkeeper wanted. Not when she was finally starting to gather a bit of information and maybe just maybe, have someone in Bite Club who didn’t always just want her for her blood. Either way, Rosa was not willing on giving up her need for revenge. This is what lead Sayah “Rosa” Malor to the punchbowl right at the beginning of the event. Her options were few, and knowing that if she spent any more time thinking, she’d loose her nerve. Rosa finally drunk from the punchbowl.

The human frowned a bit confused at the taste and the sudden tightness running down her throat. Damn, she thought. Then she felt a kick of what she assumed was the strong alcohol and coughed a little with a smile. “Wow, they really made this punch with a kick towards the end!” Rosa laughed a little and asked the person next to her. “What are you drinking? Think I might go to the bar and ask for something else. Don’t get me wrong, the punch was alright...but, leaves a weird taste in the mouth afterwards? I don’t know....not something I would choose to order anyway, but thought I’d give it a try.”

After having drunk from the punchbowl, Sayah was feeling very light and so much like herself. Though now that Sayah realized that she hadn’t felt this relaxed in so long, she began to wonder why. Work maybe? She thought. Yes, it had to be work...which reminded her that she needed to remain professional and continue to use her work name-Rosa-as she talked to those at this ball. ( @calamitousstarters​ )

[lluiscarrasco]

@vlkyriescall​

How could he betray one of his own? And Katya of all people. He was only grateful that it wasn’t Saylor, because then his world would have fallen apart. Still, betraying Katya felt like betraying Saylor as well. God, he felt so selfish for doing this task, or at least consider doing it. It would take a lot of stragedy, and a lot of stamina to pull it through. First, he had to get that gloomy look off his face, or she would sense something was terribly wrong. Keep smiling, keep smiling. - he repeated in his mind like a mantra, as he walked his way to the girl in question. 

“You look stunning tonight, Katya.” He complimented at first; his lips curling into a charming smile. “How are you doing this evening?” Small talk wasn’t really in his great strategic plan, but he had to try it. It wouldn’t hurt anyone if he did. 

[enriquevasquezlobo]

[cavernovs]

NIGHTKEEPER’S WINTER BALL

OUTFITS // Atemu Elmasry, Jessie Davenport, Azarius & Jack Davenport.

[deathbeckons]

“Oh? You see anything interesting going on now, then?” Malcolm wasn’t one to people watch. In fact, he much preferred to keep to himself. There were certain people he always kept an eye on, like Damien Alanis, but that was for his own selfish reasons.

deathbeckons​:

“I suppose it is, though it’s also a little bit pathetic to watch. There comes a moment where you just can’t watch the tragedy anymore.” Malcolm chuckled, hand around his glass as he looked over the blond. “Do you always people watch?”

“Pathetic?” he gasped, hand on chest, “that’s just insulting, this was television before television, my friend,” he grinned, “don’t blame me for finding good entertainment to keep myself busy” he hummed before shrugging. “Depends if there’s something good to watch”

[deathbeckons]

Location: HTN Event: Nightkeeper’s Winter Ball @calamitousstarters​

“Listen, there’s no way I’m coming to any event in this fucking town with no weapons, so how about you stop staring, yeah?” Admittedly, she was armed far more than usual, them barely hidden under her outfit but still; it was to be expected from the wrathbearer. “Unless you want a knife in you?” Her job was to protect Kazimir, or Lylia would die, so that’s what she would do. If Kazimir got hurt... well, she didn’t like the idea of the punch so perhaps she could tell Lylia and they could figure something out. She’d see. 

[vlkyriescall]

Event: The Nightkeepers Winter Ball Whom: Zyler Fane @wickedxhell​

The atmosphere had a low hum of something that she suspected was more than just the usual tensions running high, especially after Halloween, but she tried to ignore it and not let that throw her off her game for the night. Zyler Fane was someone she had only seen in passing, his recent meeting with Saylor the last time she had laid eyes on the High Sage. They had never spoken, why would they, she was simply a guard to him, the one tasked with protecting the princess and so her letter had come as a surprise. Her mind had dwelled on it rather a lot, the idea that someone would take Saylors life as part of some cryptic game, like she was a mere pawn to them; failing the task set for her wasn’t an option. As Katya’s eyes found the witch in the room she slowly made her way over and tried not to remind herself too much that this idea of hers went against all of her training and instinct. “Zyler?” She hesitated a moment, catching his attention with a smile and sweetness, taking another sip of her drink when her eyes met his, “Would you care to dance? I’m in need of a partner you see.” 

[sayahrosamalor]

[lluiscarrasco]

[cavernovs]

JAKORIS “JACK” DAVENPORT || LETTER

You are cordially invited to be one of my esteemed guest ofmy Winter Ball, Mr. Jack Davenport

Please, assume this is an honour – it is.

I intend for all those I have employed to throw you a night of splendour, to be enjoyed and held as a reminder as how confliction doesn’t have to be as aggressive in the State of Calamity; that peace isn’t far out of reach as most think. Please attend, I’d like to see you there.

I understand you have a certain affliction, cast upon you by a powerful witch, I hope this hinderance doesn’t mean you will not be attending. I would really like you there, in whatever state that may be, I’m sure you can keep your head for one night.

In fact, I expect you to. 

There’s a small task to be completed at some point during your evening, it shouldn’t take long – certainly won’t ruin your night. Consider it a party game if you like; an ice breaker seems relevant given the weather, right?

Attached you shall find all the details of what I expect. I’m certain you won’t find such an issue with this, afterall, we just discussed the absolute honour of being one of my guests. I hear you’re one of the best at what you do, Ripper?

Above all, as one of my guests to my planned extravaganza, I want you to enjoy yourself! It is the Winter holidays, my favourite season!

I can’t imagine I need to reiterate to you that this letter is private, meant for only your eyes. I’ve chosen you, Mr. Davenport specifically for your particular set of skills.

If you find doubt in my words, please don’t. I have an incentive – a motivator that might encourage you to pay attention to my detailed directives. I suppose, the more pessimistic of minds would say that it’s a safety net for if you fail to complete your task and spoil my festivities, but whatever you choose to call it Jack, you will see that regardless the consequences stand true.

Evanora Bile will die if you fail to follow every instruction given to you at my Winter Ball.

It’s a perfectly good night to play whilst I paint the white snow red, don’t you think?

-         The Nightkeeper.

TASKS || J.DAVENPORT

Have a good time at my Winter Ball, enjoy the delights on offer!

So, Ripper’s in full gear? Courtesy of a witch I hear, why don’t you put that to good use, tear apart Max Roper would you? Otherwise, Evanora Bile will suffer the consequences.

If you wish to alleviate yourself from all this and enjoy your night task free, you can drink from the punchbowl.

If you admit your intentions or your tasks for the evening, your night is also forfeit.

-

[deathbeckons]

@michaelcardellerp

Azarius dragging him from the stage when he made his offer was enough to terrify him, that demon guy was scary but finally he had managed to slip away. Perhaps that wasn’t necessarily smart, because as soon as he was seen to be on his own eyes seemed to be on him. Some knew he was Kazimir’s, darent even contemplate it for more than a moment; some didn’t seem to care as they snuck closer. Matias tried to ignore It and moved to the bar, but if he was bit by one it would be worth it to save Kazimir’s life. He took a seat at the bar, and immediately heard someone approach him, “Azarius I— oh. Well thank god, I’m sick of that babysitter. Who’re you? Don’t tell me that you’re trying for best citizen of the night award too? I’m perfectly safe.” It was hard to believe with the amount of vampire eyes on him.