Post #1744210 in Elphanor: Tipping the Scales of Fate, a roleplay on RPG

Ai had never been to a more boring party. Truthfully, she was positive this was the most boring party in existence and she was even surer that none of the people here realized it. She doubted that the men here realized anything else, for example: every single one she had seen thus far was a loser. The fact that they all took it upon themselves to, first, consider themselves attractive, and secondly, attempt to reel her into a dance annoyed her. Was it that hard to see that she was way out of their measly leagues? Perhaps her complete lack of interest, and supple severity in limited converse was also not clear enough for their dull minds. Somehow she felt she had devised and reasoned the answer out of their idiocy, since their speech, though impeccable, was absolutely worthless.

All they spoke of was the weather and politics. Politics in of itself was sheer absurdity and now even more absurd boneheads took it upon themselves to share the factors of its progress (of which it had no true progress among the actual people whom it affects) and the benefits a good political stand point and leader could have upon the way a country and nation shows its own superiority (though the lacking of both sufficient leaders and viewpoints among these men certainly did not even begin to deceive her into thinking that any one of these kingdoms were any shrewder or better governed than the rest, such that one could be show in a higher view, or even possibly rule over another).

Men.

Especially noble men. They were raised with the understanding that their own intelligence far outranks the acumen of any other man and most women. After all they were of the male species (for the difference between the two ‘sexes’ are so great that they must be two completely different animals of the same family) and were of a higher quality breeding (the thought, however, that this breeding was sustained sometimes, more often than one would realize, through incest brings to mind the uncleanliness of the heart, mind, and in the end the blood).

Ai unconsciously laughed at the idea that they, mostly, thought they were more ‘intellectual’ than her. The things coming out of their mouths and ultimately their brains certainly did not reveal otherwise. How anyone expecting these idiots to marry was beyond her. Only an imbecile would marry these guys; although, that would effectively make them the perfect match, would it not?

Still, the thought of having to look at even half their faces would make her sick to her stomach. Poor, unreasonable, fulsome men. Oh how you will stand in shock when she tells you how much your face is loathsome to her.

This, conversely, will not be that day. No this is the day she will oh-so-gracefully dismiss herself from their abhorrent ‘tête-à-tête’, as one so noble as them would say.

With a slight obeisance she thanked them for their intriguing banter, so that she may more fruitfully understand and use politics. She smiled a honeyed smile that deceived the hearts of these doleful men and walked away. Far, far away; her dress followed in lithe torrents. Well, at least she was enjoying her dress…and her hair…and her mask.

She made her way through the horde that made up the masquerade; she had no set path or place to be. Simply, anywhere but where she was. If she had to sit among those males again she’d pass on; she couldn’t live off of ennui, and they expected her to.

Approximately a fourth of the way through she heard a grunt, nevertheless, she made no reaction to see what it was. Unfortunately, soon after she felt someone close, too close, inappropriately close. Being she was used to hoary lechers, her reaction was swift and habitual and she completely overlooked the beginnings of an apology. The bottom of her palm flung behind her and thrust upwards. She felt her hand catch on the bottom of someone’s nose and said person gave way to a slight crunch.

Uh oh.

“Ow!” the voice, even she had to admit, was attractive in of itself, the words…not so much, “What is your problem!”

Ai immediately turned around and had to hold back laughter. Whoever he was he was deeply attractive. Green eyes bored into her forehead, and a…almost perfect nose aligned with his face in harmony, the rest of his face was covered by his hand, the same hand that was attempting to hold in the blood from his bleeding nose. A small snicker escaped her lips and she immediately clasped them, “I’m so sorry. It’s a habit.” Unfortunately, she couldn’t hide the laughter she was attempting to hold in.

The man was unsuccessfully stopping the bleeding and looked at her awkwardly for a moment, “It’s a habit to nail someone straight in the nose while they’re apologizing? Isn’t that a rather strange habit to have?” That time there was no holding back laughter from either of the two young adults. Thus, blood started getting all over the young man’s suit. “Whoops!”

“Oh no! What will we do with you now?” Ai asked sarcastically before attempting and failing to turn serious, “here hold you head back a little more. It should help with the bleeding.” She wasn’t a doctor but whenever she started bleeding Lana always said to get out of the water, hold you head back, and stuff your nose with plugs of some sort.

So, Ai led the young man to the nearest chair and sat him down before running off to find some cloth. When she returned the young man asked, “Err what are those for?”

Ai smiled, a mischevious smile to say the least, “I am putting these in your nose.”

“I’d rather you not.”

“Too bad.” A rather comical exchange ensued, one that greatly reminded Ai of the time she spent with the three boys Ju, Ryu, and Set. She would try to get passed his arms and he would attempt to hold hers back. In the end he was unsuccessful, much like the three boys, “see that wasn’t so bad was it?”

“Right, this is coming from the stunning young woman who doesn’t have cloths up her nose?” Ai raised an eyebrow, or tried at least, before finding one more cloth and sticking it up her own nose.

“Better?” They both laughed. She liked him; he had a sense of humor! That was so rare in this vile place! It was as though her life among the Carnival was reestablishing itself among the attendees of the masquerade; all she had to do was find them. “I am Ai Quen, and you are?”

A dramatic bow ensued followed by an introduction, “I am the Duke Kaimal Unka of Ruthen,” this was followed by a light peck on her hand.

“It is very nice to meet you.” She mimicked his own bow with one of her own, the kiss on the hand included. He laughed again, Ai liked his laugh. It was hearty and authentic. Not a fake, pitiful laugh meant to simply put the mind of the joker at ease. The conversation that ensued was once of sarcasm and fun. Mainly fun through the teasing of politics and the nobles, and even the royalty.

If Ai had to take a guess on how long the conversation was she would put it at being roughly an hour long, but she could easily be wrong.

No the important thing was that at the end of it was the last exchange, “Hey, Ai, would you like to do something really fun?”

With another dirty smirk Ai answered, “That depends on what it is you want to do?” The first thing Kai, as she was told to call him, did was point out a lady with an obscenely large hat and some olives, then he gestured for her to follow.

He walked towards a single door, and opened it, but not before stopping to retrieve a giant bowl of olives. Of course, he handed it to Ai for her to carry. There was something about the way he did it; like he was getting so excited he couldn’t trust himself with them. She, however, still hadn’t pieced two and two together.

Kai led her up two flights of stairs before finally entering a balcony from which the view of the masquerade was marvelous. Then the man took an olive and tossed it at the lady with the giant hat. Things clicked then and with a giggle Ai also took on the task and she would be the first to complete it.

As it would turn out, tossing an olive into a hat from the second story balcony is actually much harder than it would seem. The olives ended up landing everywhere, including peoples head. At which point they had to duck in order to keep from being talk. Oh, but the effort was worth it. As everyone knows the art of throwing an olive into the hat of an old lady was so much fun it was worth all the pain and trouble.

Snippet #1744210

located in Ballroom, a part of Elphanor: Tipping the Scales of Fate, one of the many universes on RPG.

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