#Isaac's at the Unseen Hand's masquerade ball in case anyone was wondering

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Heads Up, Seven Up

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One sported the elaborately embroidered white and gold vestments and towering, pointed hat of a…bishop? Yes, if his memory of chess pieces served. A sinkhole yawned open in Isaac’s middle when he recognized Quinn’s tall form in line behind the bishop, continuing the clergy theme with a humble brown friar’s robe. Eir long red hair was tied back in a loose tail, green eyes dulled in undeath. Motley was in attendance as well, of course. It lived up to its name in tights and a tunic stitched together from random pieces, just like its skin. The bells on the ends of its jester hat gave a soft jingle each time it moved.