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Old December 17th, 2012, 03:04 PM
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Ari - The Empress


“Why are you trailing me?” Her voice filled the hallway; it was a strong and powerful tool for Ari.

Her head whipped around to met the curious eyes of Tobi Lomborte, cardholder of number nineteen called The Sun, age eighteen, Apprentice of Swords, and lacked the ability to really harness his power. If Ari recalled correctly he was a friend of that Annabelle brat, the one she picked a bone with earlier. A quick decision was made in the seconds that followed and Ari immediately turned on her feminine charms toward the newcomer. She slowly walked behind him and placed a single hand on one of his broad shoulders and squeezed it. Lucky for her she had decided to wear her favorite golden dress that revealed all her best… assests. Determined to succeed Ari leaned in closer to Tobi’s ear so that her breath tickled the back of his neck. In an absent-minded state she giggled because even for her this plan was a little too nice.

“Tobi,” She whispered, still in his ear. “I need you,” At this point she walked around to look him in the eyes and poked his chest and left her left, index finger there. With a special nod to her heels she was taller than him so she looked down into his eyes with passion. “To do me a favor. Really, it’s nothing!” Ari slid her finger down from his upper body to his torso where she hooked her fingers into the loops of his jeans to pull him closer to her. A move, which Ari daringly decided to do, that had worked many times for her in the past. She let him soak in all the words that she laid upon him before she opened her mouth again.

“Look your friend, Annabeth, is it?” Ari’s right hand twirled in air as if she were trying to recall a thought she lost. “I need you to ask her to dance and then accidentally drop her in front of everybody!” Despite what she just requested her voice sounded way too cheery especially at the ‘drop her’ part. “I’ll even put in a good word with Marcus, get you up to that Adept status I know you’re eager to get to…” She had now officially baited him. She didn’t want to be rejected so instead gave him a chance to put thought into what he was going to do. Ari turned her back towards the Apprentice and was on her way before he chose to follow her around like a lost puppy. Hopefully Tobi knew what was best for him because if he didn’t go along with her plan, well, she had a plan for him, which didn’t end well for him. She trotted towards Camellia’s room where she came to a stop outside her doorway.

“He isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he isn’t half bad looking.”

A confused, yet all too curious Ari stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow in Camellia’s direction. Camellia de Telarius, one of the four de Telarius siblings and the only girl. She resided as her sole Adept in the Intelligence Sector, well, the only one she liked. She was the cardholder of number twenty, Judgment, and 3+ years Ari’s senior in terms of years in the Famiglia and age. Lost in thought Ari found it weird that so far she had encountered numbers seventeen through twenty today. Camellia’s beauty was quite clearly radiant and Ari in particular had held a dislike for Camellia in that sense. While trapped in her mindset she had totally forgot to knock outside of Camellia’s doorway.

“Geez, you scared me, Ari, thought you wanted to kill me…” The kindness in her voice made Ari sick to her stomach, she never got why she was always happy. The world was a horrid place and to have survived one must be cruel.

An urge to reach out and touch Camellia’s seemingly soft, strawberry-blonde hair came over Ari. Instead she stared at the Arcana Mark that claimed territory on Camellia’s shoulder blade, which Ari grunted at because even it was perfect! Her eyes lowered a bit before Ari took in that fact that Camellia was nude, she tugged on her own clothing to make sure it was still there. A moment before she thought the power of beauty and seductiveness had washed over her body but now Camellia sucked it all away. Her arms fell to her stomach where she hoped she concealed any self-consciousness she had down there.

“Camellia, hurry up, we a mission,” Her sour mood was naturally represented in the harsh tone she took with her subordinate. It soon multiplied while she took in more and more of the sight that stood before her. This was not a formal mission such as earlier when they did the Swords work for them but more like to make Annabelle’s life hell. She eased her jealousy as she turned her back towards Camellia with a frown planted on her face. Ari pretended to fiddle with something nearby as she waited on her right hand to get dressed. “Remember, pick something cute, it’s the ball and maybe you’ll get a guy to look at you twice.”

As soon as Camellia finished Ari shoved her out the door she hoped by doing this she wouldn’t be able to add anything to her already stunning outfit. A familiar voice greeted them from behind and Ari hated the sound of this voice in particular. She turned around with a fake smile, which turned into a roaring laugh.

“Are you not able to afford clothes? Dear God, Camellia let’s take this as an example of what not to look for in a man,” Ari clasped her hand over her mouth after her statement to stifle her laughter. “You need someone with more… Just more everything.” Something strange happened when these two got together especially the way they looked at each other. Ari was firm with Camellia that she was not to spend more time than needed with men who rather have their swords shined than shine her shoes. Annoyed with his sudden appearance Ari spun around and yanked Camellia's clothing to signal their departure. When she noticed that Camellia wasn’t right beside her as she expected her to be her heels stomped into the floor.

“Camellia, are you coming or not? And, no, Aerous you’re not invited to walk with us.”
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Old December 17th, 2012, 04:03 PM
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After running back through his mind what Just happend Tobi shook his head with a deep sigh. 'The things I get myself into...', he thought. But what could he have expected? He knew Ari was sneaky and mischivous. Trying to strike some conversation with the woman at this time especially since he could sense she wasnt in the sunniest of moods, wasnt a very good idea on his part. It was proboblly the anxiety of the Ball, he thought. Tobi was never particularly at his prime when it came to mass social gatherings, especially one so formal. Tobi sort of craved any type of social activity at this time in fear that he might feel excluded from activty by most of the senior members. Nonetheless he pushed those thoughts as well as Ari's "plot" to the very back of his head.

Then, as if from nowhere, Simon his cat, padded up to Tobi's feet giving him an inquisitive look as if he were watching, and an almost silent meow.

"Thats right", petting the handsome Maine Coon. "We need to get ready for the ball." Over the next hour, Tobi prepared himself for the event. Showevering, dressing, and things of that sort. Onced finished, Tobi strutted the finest of the formal attire of the famiglia. Sporting a black suite and a megenta spotted black tie to match his eyes. Finally, he even fitted a neat little bow tie on Simon's collar. After such strenuous and delicate preperation he decided to have a small snack to hold him over till the ball. Heading downstairs, with Simon in toe, Tobi heads torwards the dinning hall, he sees the other members of the swords, Oda and Xoxaa conversing with a few maids. He figured it was a great opprotunity to introduce his presence. "Hello! Am I interrupting something?"

"Oh! Master Tobi, of course not! We were just preparing for the ball with Mistresses Xoxaa and Oda.", replied one of the maids with strange enthusiasm. "We're just trying to find the best outfit possible for them. You look splended as well." Although the maids were naturally kind and helpful, Tobi figured it was his power of the sun that was making the woman so jovial and enthusiasticaly helpful. Tobi mentally smacked himself for unintentionally influencing someone.

After this realization Tobi nods to the woman and continues onto his destination towards the dining hall, in search for possibly a croissant or two.
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Old December 17th, 2012, 09:37 PM
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"I will be able to ask one of the maids to lend you something more in your tastes," reassures the woman as they arrive in town only a few blocks away from the Famiglia mansion.

"Oh, thank you! I hope they don't try to dress me like a sl-t though," thanks the younger woman, a concerning, contemplative tone in her voice as she prepares herself for the worst case scenario.

In no time they reach the mansion, their missions complete and hopefully with enough time to spare to adequately ready themselves for the ball. They are greeted in the courtyard by some maids, rushing over to the two and striking up a conversation with the older woman. One of the maids races up to Xoxaa with a wet towel in the maid's hands, surprising her which forces her back a few steps in order to reclaim her spatial comfort.

"Uh... no thanks!" blurts Xoxaa, backing away while waving her hands in front of her to keep the maid at bay.

Her superior effectively dismisses the maids present so that they can proceed into the mansion, which they do so. Finally arriving home, they can prepare for the event, hopefully with few obstacles left once Xoxaa can find suitable attire for the event later that night. If she possesses enough fortune, maybe she can get by with proper, plain attire and avoid attracting too much attention. Her plan is set for the rest of the day: find an outfit, wash up, dress up, and find a quiet corner at the ball where she can blend in and go unnoticed by the others. It's sure to be an ideal plan, but she'll have to account for unforeseen circumstances, which tend to be a given in any scenario according to her life experiences.
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Old December 17th, 2012, 11:00 PM
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In the process of watching his siblings fight, he saw Flint toss one of the thieves into the ocean. Marcus's face instantly was fashioned with a mixture of expected anger, disbelief, and annoyance, as he ran after the broken thief in the water, removing his gauntlets, shoes and business coat, and dived in after him. Flint was well aware that they were to take in the prisoners, not kill them. With the injuries Flint had inflicted upon the last thief, it was doubtful if he would survive. And if he did, he may very well have gotten away. Marcus knew Flint wasn't in Sword, but he should have been well aware of protocol by now to have known what to do.

The cool saltwater engulfed his face as he entered into the ocean. The thief's body had already begun to descend quite a distance, so Marcus had to pick up speed to be able to catch up to him. He covered much ground with a few strokes, diving deeper into the water, ever aware of the time he would need before he would have to take a breath. Luckily, he reached out and grabbed the thief, then proceeded back to the surface for air. As he reached up, in inhaling deeply as the wave of air reached his lungs, he was fulfilled that the thief was also breathing steadily, though now unconscious. Marcus resided there floating in the water for a few more moments, catching his breath, before yelling back to the ship.

"Flint!" He bellowed, though no one answered. As he climbed back onto the ship, the knocked out thief over his shoulder, he reached to find an abandoned ship, with only the bodies of the other thieves there. His siblings must have already gone ahead to prepare for the ball, leaving Marcus to deal with the thieves' bodies. Marcus didn't mind. It technically wasn't apart of their division to handle anyways, but he was upset with the conduct they had exhibited. Beck allowed himself to be pushed around by a much weaker (in Marcus's opinion) individual. Flint had violated codes of conduct and mission protocol. Camellia, though he respected her stance, continued to approach these situations with the intent on violence-aversion, though he had constantly lectured her on the sometimes unavoidability of situations. When he sees them tonight at the ball, and he will see them, he will lecture them individually on what they had done wrong. Though most likely he will have to save his lecture for Flint at home, as the minor scolding could inevitably turn into a full on scream-match, and that was something Marcus definitely didn't want to have in public.

A few Famiglia guards approached onto the the ship, seeing the knocked out thieves and Marcus, wet from the ocean and placing back on his shoes, though, carrying his coat and gauntlets in his arms. One of the guards approached Marcus. "Sir!" He said, snapping to attention.

"Report," Marcus said, cleaning out some salt and sand that had wandered into his ear.

"Thieves have been accounted for. Most have been captured or are in the process of being captured." He responded. The other guards were rounding up the unconscious thieves on the boat, as Marcus watched, his eyes going between the guard in front of him and the ones picking up the criminals. Marcus nodded in acknowledgement, then responded.

"I want the details made into two copies, one sent to my quarters and another to my office files."

"Yes sir!" The Guard responded with a salute, helping his comrades round up the remaining criminals. Marcus, meanwhile, exited the ship and proceeded to go get ready for the ball. He had already decided he would act as head of security at the ball, so he prompted himself to hurry to get ready quickly.

Marcus had learned a long time ago to perform at a quick, but proficient manner. Packing and preparing had fit into this as well. He expected similarly from his subordinates, though some of their more...colorful personalities often didn't allow for the same level of punctuality. As he concluded his shower, he began dressing in his most appropriate clothing he could find. Being of the de Telarius family, among the richest on Regalo, finding expensive clothing wasn't very difficult. Besides, he had already picked out the clothing he would be wearing tonight ahead of time.

A white plain stiff-fronted silk shirt, made from the finest the de Telarius could get there hands on, is where his outfit began. This was fitted with white stiff wing color, which was detachable. A white bow tie, an unconventional color and piece Marcus decided upon (Marcus customarily doesn't trail far from traditional black, blue or red, unless a special occasion would arise), would go with it. Over this would be a white, silk waistcoat. A black dress coat would be worn over it, with matching dress trousers of the same high-quality fabric on the bottom. Shiny, dark dress shoes would complete the outfit. Marcus immediately but carefully began to assemble the suit onto himself, usually preferring to do so by himself, never quite trusting others with his clothing, as he always believed only with himself can he assure the utmost care has been given, at least in the dressing.

He already had on most of his outfit, minus the dress coat, as a knock came on the door. "Come in." Marcus announcing, observing himself in the mirror of his room. A guard entered the room, walking a few paces and stopping about three meters away, standing at attention.

"Sir, I have the report for you on the thieves' capturing." He said, as Marcus continued to adjust cufflinks made of gold onto his shirt. He stopped, extending his arm for the document, and grabbed hold of the folder as it was placed into his arm. The guard moved back a few paces, but knew better by now than to leave, as Marcus was known to typically issue out additional orders or commands after reviewing reports. Marcus scanned the document, tilting his head a bit as he reviewed the actions by some of his subordinates...but more particularly interesting the involvement of members from other sectors. It was strange for so many to have gotten involved, especially those that weren't apart of Swords. Marcus didn't particularly like it. He appreciated their help, of course, but the divisions of sectors were, in his opinion, there for a reason. Each sector had their own duty, and they were to be performed by that sector's members, to the best of their ability. When a member of another sector interfered in the business of another, Marcus never particularly liked it, even if it had nothing to do with his sector. He reserved his personal opinions on those situations, but this one involved his sector. When others got involved in Swords, it gave the appearance that Swords were incapable of handling their own affairs of defense, which obviously wasn't true. Marcus made a note to show an appearance of strength by them at a later time, or at a time when he deems the timing of such would be appropriate.

Regardless, he was quite impressed with some of the capturing of the other thieves by other branch members, but decided to focus more on his own branch. Xoxxa and Oda had apparently performed their mission together. Marcus noted the mark of stolen property filed against them, particularly Oda, figuring he would speak to her about it later. Aerous's actions were more or less acceptable, though the manner by which he accomplished his mission was a bit worrisome. Marcus noted the way Aerous almost seemed to toy with the thief, as written in the report. This didn't bother Marcus too much, but it may be worth talking about to the adept. Tobi Lomborte, who was also involved, seemed to perform his duties without any problems, to the best of the reports knowledge. The four of them seemed to be the only immediate involvements in this particular report. Besides that report, there were the usual complaints that he typically received from other departments about their members, and some about other defense matters. He looked them over, some of them older and familiar to him already. There was the usual complaint against Coins' Annabelle Belizaire in there, to which Marcus promptly crumpled the note, sighing as he did so. It was rather annoying to him that his sector was constantly expanded upon its original meaning. He was in charge of defense and security, not necessarily the disciplinary actions of members of La Famiglia not in his sector. That was for the leaders of that particular sector to decide what should be done. He did not want to disrespect the authority of any particular leader by getting involved. However, if it was found that Annabelle proved to be too much of a handful, Marcus might step in at the ball and see if he can talk some sense into her. He found that people usually stopped whatever nonsense they did after a...small discussion with him. He turned his attention back to Swords. Though a few had some hiccups, he didn't necessarily see anything too unpleasant that occurred. The stolen motorcycle would have to be addressed, but otherwise, a job successfully done. Nevertheless, Marcus decided upon something.

"Inform Miss Baldotter, Miss Illiphia, Mr. Oxus and Mr. Lomborte to arrive to the ball early. Notify them that I have chosen to assign them to security for the event."

"Yes, sir!" The guard exclaimed, snapping to attention once more and leaving. Marcus hurriedly but steadily completed his outfit a few minutes later, taking a look at himself in the mirror once more before heading out the door, and to the ball.

It wasn't long before Marcus was present at the area which the ball would soon be held. He arrived early and promptly, before anyone else in fact, to ensure that the party area was secure for everyone. He made a few last minute security checks, before awaiting the arrival of other Swords members. Also in the back of his mind, he thought of his family, remembering that he would reprimand them as well. He earnestly hoped they would arrived promptly as well, and that none of them, particularly Flint, wouldn't do anything to ruin the de Telarius name, or attempt to drag their potential dynasty into the ground, which is something Marcus wonders if Flint is actually trying to do...in the back of his mind, of course.
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Old December 17th, 2012, 11:45 PM
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The following events move by fairly quickly for Oda, as she acquires the best outfit she could find that seemed to fit Xoxaa's preferences, and left it with the young woman to prepare for the Ball, after offering a smile and once again congratulating her on the work done for Sword that night. After that meeting, she retreated to her personal quarters with the intent to sharpen her piano skills until the Ball actually began, for she only needed to clean when covered by foreign substances, of which there had been none that night. And her day-to-day outfit would serve well enough for this event, as it had all the others before.

Oda closed the blinds to her quarters, leaving the room mostly in darkness, save for the few candles she lit that would help her concentrate on the flow of feelings through her fingers and to the strings of her piano. It was quite grand, having been bought with personal savings and crafted by the finest artisan she could get into contact with. Its surface was sleek and black, propped up by polished hardwood that revealed the golden strings beneath, more fitting for a performance artist than her personal effects, but she appreciated the gesture regardless.

The scent of the candles provided a placebo effect for the woman, as she took a seat at her stool and began to play tunes from memory. Her fingers didn't need her to think of the tunes, for they moved on muscle memory to characterize the day so far, the night before, and each significant event she'd seen that day. Many long nights were spent reading songbooks, most of them borrowed from the library, that gave her plenty of a backlog to choose from. But, there was no perfect tune for her to play, and that was the goal of her practice; to find musical perfection personified.

Echoes of music rang out across Oda's quarters, as a sharp knock at her door draw the Swede from her reverie and drew her to answer whoever was calling. Nobody seemed to like having their personal space invaded, and she was no exception, but she was prepared to chastise a maid with comments that her room was plenty tidy already. Only to find, standing on the other side, one of the regular members of Sword that served as protection for the mansion itself. "Commander Telarius has ordered that you be on guard duty today, Adept Baldotter." He greeted the woman of higher rank with a salute.

Oda saluted the man in turn, but the recent expression of emotions left her somewhat less tactful than she otherwise would have been. "Unfortunately, that's not in my job description. Goodbye." She answered, firmly closing her door before the Apprentice could stumble over what he should say to the Commander. With that over with, she checked the time and spotted that the Ball was soon to begin, and there was perhaps one final preparation she needed to finish first.

Within a few minutes, Oda had replaced her regular sword-sheath with a fine ceremonial one, lined with golden sink that would serve only to make her look ostentatious in regular duty. With one brief look on the mirror, she felt the urge to check her Arcana Mark just once before attending. But resisted; she didn't want to deal with it just yet. There was a minor hitch in her plan to attend the Ball unaccompanied, as Gem the maid was by her side asking questions once again.

The Adept of Swords was finally on her way to the Annual Famiglia Ball.
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Old December 18th, 2012, 12:21 AM
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Camellia de Telarius - #20 Judgement

“Camellia, hurry up, we a mission,” Camellia smirked, making a note to take longer to get ready seeing as Ari wanted her to rush. “Remember, pick something cute, it’s the ball and maybe you’ll get a guy to look at you twice.”

“Perfection cannot be rushed,” She replied as she slipped into a comfy fitting bra and matching black underwear. “The guys already look at me more than twice, it’s the fact that none of them can even touch this without me knowing,” she signalled up and down making sure Ari took in her curves and definitions; emphasising the fact further.

Camellia picked herself through the mess that lay scattered on the floor towards her wardrobe that held her more exquisite dresses. The oaken doors groaned as they opened to reveal the wide array of dresses arranged within. Almost every colour in the spectrum was represented by at least one dress, making Camellia’s wardrobe look like the inside of a rainbow. The left door held a full length mirror displaying Camellia’s entire body as well as Ari scowling in the background, while the right door had boxes and hooks filled with jewellery of differing stones and shapes. Most, if not all the items in the wardrobe had been brought for her from suitors or family members, even some of Flint’s more exotic presents lay in the deeper recesses of the wardrobe.

She started with a Scarlett Red dress, cut fairly low and ending just below her knees. Bringing it to cover the front of her body, she critiqued the dress, going through the possibilities of what she would wear it with. “I think this dress is a little too revealing, don’t you agree?” She directed the comment at Ari, but did not turn around to look at her, continuing to compare the dress against her figure.

“You’re right, it is too revealing,” Camellia replied before Ari even had a change to open her mouth. She simply tossed it to the side so it lay slumped over the arm of the chair in her room, running her fingers through the array of dresses at her disposal. Her eyes caught a Midnight Blue dress, her fingers following soon after to pluck the dress from its place in the light spectrum of her closet. This one only lasted two seconds before she threw it over her shoulder; the dress hitting the side of the bed and falling to the ground. Ari could only watch as Camellia threw these expensive dresses around like they were some sort of durable toy; obviously she had little view of money and the cost of things.

This lasted for several more dresses, each one being pulled from its place on the rack before being tossed to one side or the other and ending up cast around the room as if a tornado had decided to rip through the room at that point. Ari could do nothing but curse and hurry Camellia along, to which Camellia replied with aggravatingly happy replies and decided to take even longer. Soon Camellia had piled through at least a quarter of her available wardrobe making her room look like the aftermath of a paint ball fight before she finally decided on what dress she would wear.

“Let’s go do our make up before the ball starts, Ari!” She responded energetically to her bored superior that had resorted to burying her face in Camellia’s sheets. Happy to finally be over with the arguably torturous event that was Camellia’s choosing of clothing, she grabbed her by the shoulder and practically pushed her out of her room and out the front door, passing Marcus briefly with a “hello”.

Once outside, the bumped into yet another stark naked Aerous, “Hello Cammy! How are you? Hi to you as well Ari.” Camellia blushed before replying, “Ah, Did you forget that you had a wardrobe of clean clothes Aerous?” Camellia asked, looking at Ari after she finished.

“Are you not able to afford clothes? Dear God, Camellia let’s take this as an example of what not to look for in a man,” Ari clasped her hand over her mouth after her statement to stifle her laughter. “You need someone with more… Just more everything.”

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that, thanks! I couldn't find my clothes when I got out of the shower so I went looking for them. I best go get dressed for the ball now!”

While Ari decided to have her judgemental overview of the lack of Aerous’ clothes and everything else he lacked, which apparently was a lot according to Ari, Camellia had the sudden realisation that during her rifling through her wardrobe, she had completely forgotten to add some jewellery. Returning to her room, she picked out the Blue Agate crystal earrings that Beck had gotten her for her 21st Birthday as well as the Rose Quartz Camellia pendant Marcus had gifted to her on her induction into the Family and assimilation wither her Arcana card. To top it off, she slipped on a couple of rings on her right hand; one Flint had brought back for her from his travel eastwards, featuring two anti-parallel lines running around the entire circumference of the ring; according to him, a symbol of Longevity. Blinged out, she returned to the corridor just as Ari dismissed Aerous and tugged the shoulder of Camellia’s dress, beckoning her forward and in the opposite direction to Aerous.

“Camellia, are you coming or not? And, no, Aerous you’re not invited to walk with us.”

“Sure thing, Boss!” She replied energetically, skipping ahead of Ari with make-up in hand, heading towards Ari’s room where Camellia would torture Ari slowly as she applied make up to the both of them.

Once in Ari’s quarters, Camellia moved a chair in front of the door, effectively locking it from any intruders. Pulling up another chair, she sat Ari down, thinking of possibly adding bonds to keep her in place while Camellia coloured in her face. “Darken the outside of those eyes to bring out those beautiful lavender eyes of yours… contour the nose to make it seem not as big… pluck those stray eyebrow hairs…” Camellia muttered to herself like a maniac as she set to work on Ari’s face and within moments, took a step back and brushed off imaginary sweat from her brow. She handed Ari a mirror to assess the damaged before leaving to do her own. “You look so pretty! Marcus is sure to fall for you tonight,” she said offhandedly as she helped herself to Ari’s bathroom mirror, “Ari and Marcus sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…” she trailed off in a sing song voice while she painted her own face.

Half an hour later and Camellia approached to hall where the Annual Famiglia Ball was to take place, her arm linked with Ari as she got use to the high heeled shoes she had quickly put on around the corner. Two guards opened up the door for them and Camellia walked in amazed; bespectacled by the amount of effort the Family had gone to for the ball. The streamers and decorations, the band playing near the central podium, the bowl of punch and the massive ice sculpture that towered over the food.

“Ari, can we please go lick that sculpture?” She giggled.
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Old December 18th, 2012, 02:55 AM
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Lending her final assistance towards Xoxaa, her superior returns with some of the maids and some garments from who knows where. While the maids remain, the older woman makes her departure, speaking kindly to the young woman before leaving to prepare herself for the coming event. She then takes her time looking over the items, not entirely happy with any of them as they're either the wrong side, are too cumbersome and large, or just plain obnoxious, and then there's the few likely to be worn by women looking for attention from the opposite sex. Her selection becomes a grueling process, but she finally comes to a decision, grabbing a simple, short golden-yellow dress and high heeled white boots. Unfortunately, the outfit would likely make her look like a hooker, but her choices are minimal so she went with what would fit her best and that wouldn't make her look like a clown. Better to look like a tramp rather than a clown at a formal event with people she'll have to interact with in the future. If any man tries to hit on her, she'll flatten him anyway.

The girl takes her borrowed items and finds her way throughout the mansion, a place she has yet to entirely map out, but knew the layout well enough to find her way to her room, entering her haven and throwing the clothes on the bed. She knows that she's probably late, wasting no time in stripping down to her voluptuous figure and throwing herself into the shower to clean.

"Miss Illiphia!" bellows one of the Famiglia guards as he bangs his fist on the door, knocking loudly, but not loud enough to drown out the pitter-pattering barrage of water drops in the shower that Xoxaa occupies during the moment.

Unable to deliver his report from high command, he leans against the hallway wall opposite of Xoxaa's room door, waiting for her to be available once he deduced that she was busy in the shower due to the noise of running water he heard. Once the sounds of water dissipate, he proceeds to knock further, calling out for Xoxaa to come to the door. Naturally, Xoxaa hates nothing more than when people come knocking on her door, harassing her when all she wants is privacy, especially right now when she has important places to go. In the name of self preservation, she tries to keep as quiet as possible while drying herself off. Having enough of the man's angry bellowing, she wraps herself in a towel to conceal herself from her aggravating visitor, leaving her bathroom and cracks open the door to her room to see a large, somewhat overweight man, a guard too. Pissed off by this interruption, a stern scowl expressing her irritation towards the man. The guard looks shocked as he steps away slightly to allow for the girl to have her space to herself, perplexed by what he thought was the shy, quiet new addition to the Famiglia, instead giving him the stare-down despite him standing almost an entire foot taller than her.

"What?" she enunciates harshly, her tone, an angry one.

"Er...," he mutters, mystified by the events that unfolded, continues. "Miss Illiphia! Commander Telarius has designated all card holders of the Sword to be assigned to guard duty at the ball. He expects you to arrive early so be prompt, ma'am!"

The young woman's menacing glare continues to bear down on him, retaliating to the man's words with a hostile, "Is that all? Then get the hell out of here."

Her words are followed immediately after with the slamming of her room door. Sighing as she leans against her door with her eyes closed briefly, she moves over to her bed, throws her towel on top of her covers and throws her body onto the bed, looking up towards the ceiling as she pauses to reflect on the rest of the night's events.

"So the Sector commander wants all Swords to be on guard duty? Well... I've never been on such an assignment. Am I supposed to bring a weapon then? That would be odd, a small girl in a dress and heels standing by on guard duty with guns in her hands," giggles the young girl to herself over the imagery of a young damsel armed to the teeth with military style weaponry. "I don't think I'll be able to attend the ball early, much less on time at this rate. Hopefully I can get by then."

By then, Xoxaa's gaze fixates on the clock in her room, showing that at best she may have 20-25 minutes before the events begin. No point in getting worked up about something out of her control, the girl sitting up before lifting herself off the bed and initiating the dressing process. After a few minutes of slipping on her clothes for the ball, she finds a body sized mirror in her bathroom to examine her figure in the borrowed golden-yellow dress. With no straps, the girl's bust pushes against the top of her dress, revealing a decent amount of cleavage and accentuating her already curvy figure, causing Xoxaa to blush with embarrassment as she realizes it became worse than she thought. The dress softly hugs her athletic thighs, stopping a few inches short of her knees. Her boots however, clink and clonk against the ground, an obnoxious noise that one can hear for who knows how far away, but she likes the look of them nonetheless, even though one might call them stripper heels. The next step turns out to be a perplexing one, as she's never really attended formal events until now. Make-up wasn't something she's used to applying to herself, but she knew it would be incredibly awkward if she attends the ball without any. Sighing in frustration after staring at herself in her bathroom mirror, she instead decides to put up with her ineptitude in cosmetics and heads to grab her back, making sure she brings along ample ammunition and assuring that her guns are unloaded just to be safe before packing it all up and heading out the door.

To her horror, she walks right into a trio of maids who were about to knock on the girl's door and assure she's properly prepared for tonight's ball. Their interaction was quick, Xoxaa receiving scorn for not properly styling her hair or applying any make-up whatsoever. Naturally, the maids drag her away to another room to beautify her for the ball like a "proper" young woman. Oh, the societal norms that cause the girl so much grief, striking again in the most inopportune of times.
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The clock struck ten as the ballroom began to fill up with every Famiglia member still on the island, at least the ones who weren't late as certain alchemists were famous for, with a house band playing softly in the corner. The spacious ballroom lit up by a grand chandelier was decorated beautifully for the occasion boasting luscious red velvet drapes covering each towering window and a luxuriously regal red carpet to match. There was a faint aroma of champaign in the air eluding from the pre-poured glasses laid out on the buffet table coated with all the best food that one could hope to find on Regalo. A large wooden podium draped in elegant red and white silk had been set up near the center of the room with a microphone and some small white cards ready for Nova's speech. All available members of Sword manned the room's entrances and exits with an adept, Aerous, standing at the bottom of the staircase awaiting Nova's arrival as the party got under-way.


Within an hour of the ball's commencing, Liberta appeared alongside Felitcita from the top of the staircase and approached the podium. He tapped lightly at the microphone requesting everyone's attention as the hall fell silent before he began speaking in a loud but cheerful voice. "Hello and welcome to the annual Arcana Famiglia ball. I know everyone's been busy today of all days but thank you all for attending to celebrate the anniversary of the contracting of The World, the very reason that we are all here together and living the lives that we do. Nova will be here shortly to deliver his annual speech, but first the Famiglia's Mama has an importance announcement to make." He stepped away from the podium inviting an uncharacteristically nervous looking Felicita to take his place. She gingerly welcomed the applause accompanying her appearance before stammering over her initial words whilst lighting grasping the microphone.

"I, uh..." She let out a cough before breathing deeply and continuing. "As we all know, earlier today Regalo was attacked by a group of thieves. As you may not have known, these thieves were in fact hired mercenaries famous throughout all of Italy for their relentless methods of getting the 'job' done. This is the reason that every available Famiglia member was called to arms. As for exactly who hired them we are not certain, but as the more aware of you may have noticed each member of the group had a glazed look in their eyes, a look which we've only seen before in very specific circumstances..." She paused for a second with a worried expression on her face before noticing a similar expression on the face of each Famiglia member and remembering to set an example. She faked a smile before confidently continuing her speech. "Without straying from the point, we suspect that Moreno most likely had a hand in this. We can't tell for sure, but that glazed over appearance has only ever been seen before from the, let's say, 'troops', that he has gathered. The mercenaries that you all confronted today were trained killers, so for them to be stealing something as petty as cash had lead us to think that this was simply a warning for what's to come." She looked around nervously at the faces of the crowd before taking on a reassuring tone. "However, the fact that you were able to stop such a large group of trained assailants is a very impressive feat indeed and as such we would like to graciously thank you all for the services that you have provided, especially those of you in the less combat-based sectors of the Famiglia as I understand this must have been a challenge for some of you. Now without further adieu please welcome our beloved Papa, Nova." Felicita stepped back from the stand before nervously looking down at her feet with an expression hinting that she had obviously been holding back some information.

With a cautious looking Luca at his side, a pale-faced Nova appeared from the top of the staircase before taking a bow to the oncoming applause and making his way down the staircase, his Arcana mark glowing faintly through the fabric of his suit. He approached the stand and firmly held the microphone to his mouth as his arms shivered noticeably and began to cough violently. "Ahem, sorry about that." He regained his composure before addressing the expectant audience. "I can tell by the look on your faces that Felicita has already delivered the bad news but we shall not dwell on that as tonight is a night for celebration, and that is what I'd like to talk to you all about now." He wiped the feverish sweat from his forehead before continuing. "As you can probably tell, my health isn't what it used to be, in fact it is unlikely that I'll still be around this time next year. However, this calls for celebration as that means it's time for me to select the Famiglia's next Papa and therefore the next holder of The World's contract. To determine the appropriate Famiglia member to take my place as head of the family, a tournament shall be held in two months time called the Arcana Duello in which everyone who has a contract with an arcana power will take part to see who has the greatest control over their emotions and therefore find out who should be next in line for the role of Papa. The winner of the tournament shall receive the title of 'Papa' and be contracted to card number 21, The World, as well as having one wish granted by me first." He looked over to Luca the family's advisor who gave him an approving nod to continue. "And, one more thing..." Nova placed his hand on Felicita's shoulder before turning her around, revealing a large glowing circle shining through her dress. "The Wheel of Fortune has started turning meaning that soon it will stop on one arcana which has been contracted. When this happens..." Nova let out a sigh before continuing. "When this happens it will lead to the death of the member of the family that it lands on. Ordinarily the consequences would not be so bad or could even be beneficial, but this is due to the strain being caused to The World at present affecting all other Arcana." He hesitated for a few seconds contemplating how to deliver his final piece of news. "The alternative..." He turned Felicita back round whilst still hesitating before continuing. "... Is for one of you to give up your Arcana contract and donate your life force to stopping the Wheel's turning. It will be up to the tournament's winner as to who this fate should fall upon. That is all."

The ballroom began to stir as Nova turned his back and started making his way to the door, though he knew he was about to be stopped by at least one angry Famiglia member and so made sure it was a slow walk back to give them time. Felicita walked by his side, supporting his ever weakening stature as his face continued to grow paler and walking became harder. Liberta and Luca remained still at the base of the stairway talking quietly to each other, obviously contemplating what their next course of action should be for the island's safety.

Feel free to make a few posts about socialising at the ball before the speeches start, but once one character has acknowledged them then every other character will have heard them too. If anyone wishes to interact with Nova, Liberta, Luca or Felicita (feel free to ask them questions or for more information though they may not be willing to disclose any), contact me first and I'll provide their speech for your post to avoid bunnying them.

Objectives
  1. Socialise at the start of the ball
  2. Acknowledge the information given in the speeches
  3. React either privately or publicly to Nova's announcement

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As the blur that was Camellia strolled passed her Ari was quick to roll her eyes before her Adept could catch on. Her steps were slow yet deliberate because she didn’t want be around Camellia’s happiness for too long. She had this way of irritating Ari with her choice of words and how she phrased them. Ari’s biggest fault was letting Camellia in for long enough that she was able to read her true emotions even through her harsh words. Her mind told her to run in the opposite direction away from Camellia and away from this ball. She wanted in that moment to be by her father’s side but she had a duty she must fulfill for La Famiglia. Ari took a second to herself outside her room before she entered and took her seat. She loved her room it was the ultimate playhouse for all of Ari’s desires but they were safely hidden in the walls. The seat she took was behind a wooden desk that was craved with different designs and each looked similar to one another. She ran her hands over twists and turns that the wood made. All she wanted to do with her make-up was thicken her eyeliner and reapply her lipstick but Camellia insisted on playing stylist.

“You look so pretty! Marcus is sure to fall for you tonight,” she said offhandedly as she helped herself to Ari’s bathroom mirror, “Ari and Marcus sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”

“Marcus? Gross,” Ari's voiced strained as she talked, she felt like lying but somehow she couldn’t do it with conviction. “I don’t know where you got that idea from but you should keep it to yourself.” Those words brought the confidence back to Ari’s voice while she shifted the mirror to look at her reflection. It worked but it wasn’t her style but perhaps if it caught Marcus’s attention…

“I need in here so you can do your clown make-up elsewhere,” She smirked; she still had it, that drive to make other people miserable. It didn’t show in Camellia’s face that she was the slight bit offended by her remark, which drove Ari crazy. Ari wanted to wipe the look off her face so she slammed the door as Camellia turned to say something. On a slim metal hanger held her most risqué dress, which was saved especially for this night. The annual ball was most impressionable night of La Famiglia. This was her scene and her scene alone despite the competition that rose up every once and awhile. When she saw Camellia in the nude she had begun to doubt the attractiveness of her self-image.

Ari slipped out of her old dress and replaced it with less material but more oomph. White in color, two thin straps covered with opaque jewels held up the dress. The jewels trailed down the straps onto the chest were they bordered the edge. A strip of white fabric appeared in an upward facing arrow underneath the jewel decorations. In several layers was the rest of the dress, which didn’t go passed Ari’s knees but none of her dresses did. The first layer shimmered and appeared silver unless viewed at the right angle then it became apparent that it was apparent. Beneath the first layer were many layers of just plain white dress material that kept the dress from showing off too much. Ari took the time to raid her jewelry box for earrings that befit this outfit. There were shiny studs, glittery hoops, and even a pair of diamonds in the small, round box. In the end she decided on a pair of teardrop shaped earrings, there was an opening shaped in the same teardrop form. They had the same opaque jewelry on its edges as the dress. Her own teardrop inched down her face as she recalled the day her father had gifted them to her the day of her 17th birthday… She slammed shut the jewelry box in hopes that it shut the memories that leaked forward from the back of her mind. She slipped her hands through three bangles all black in color that were dotted with tiny jewels and located on her left arm. To compliment her black accessories she removed her cherry red lipstick and reapplied a much darker shade. Ari failed to realize her entire wardrobe and glamorized change took a half an hour. Before she went off with Camellia arm in arm she securely strapped on a pair of black heels.

“Ari, can we please go lick that sculpture?” She giggled.

“Yes Camellia, let’s act like idiots in front of the whole Famiglia!” She huffed, she felt insulted that suggestion would even be brought up but admitted that it did sound fun. “I’m the Head of Intelligence but someone lower in the ranks such as you can feel free to do that!”

Ari pulled her "elegant" gown upwards and took off from her Adept a little too eagerly. All she wanted was a moment to cool down. She truly cared for Camellia who brought out the best in her but not without the bad. Ari spotted all the current members of the La Famiglia who had contracted with the Arcana Tarocco Cards. There were more than she remembered, last year’s ball held a smaller group. Another sight that she wished she never came upon was the filthy Coin Apprentice from earlier. Ari laughed as she thought about how Annabelle's upmost respect must be given to her by night’s end.

“Annabeth,” Ari flashed a smile as she walked up to the Apprentice. Her body language seemed receptive yet her eyes told a more sinister tale. “You know what you should do? Dance. Maybe with a boy that can stand the sight of you… Dear god, what are you wearing? Clearly you would’ve been better off in that maid’s outfit.”

Her eyes fell to her next victim who stood just stood in the background of Annabelle. She had to walk clear across the room with her heels that clicked and clacked the entire way on the ballroom floor. The young Apprentice, who looked quite dapper for a newcomer was her mark and she intended on getting him to do what she wanted. She’d feed him a couple worms and then baited him in now it was time to set him free.

“Tobi, dance?” Ari snatched Tobi’s hands not willing to take rejection and placed them on her now prominent hips. She giggled as if his touched made her feel something special but in reality it revolted her that this kid had his rough hands on her even if she put them there. His need for attention was obvious when Ari watched him lap up her every word earlier without objection. “Remember our deal? You drop that sack of bile name Annabella and I’ll get you in with Marcus!” Ari took one of Tobi’s hand held it up and spun underneath. She leaned in closely and ran her hand through his hair and genuinely smiled at him. Not because she felt an attraction toward him but because she knew her plan had to work, it just had to. With the smirk returned to her face she promptly excused herself from Tobi’s presence and headed towards Aerous who stood at the bottom of the staircase.

“Why on earth aren’t we trusting Marcus to oversee Nova?” Ari wondered outloud her voice purposely loud enough to reach Aerous’s ears. “Or even Oda! At least we know they won’t go overboard.” She blew a kiss toward Aerous and the image of a pair of lips floated through the air towards Aerous. The lips crumbled right as they were to touch Aerous’s skin clearly the work of Ari’s illusions skills. She tossed her hair back as she strutted with poise toward the beautiful Miss Camellia, something Aerous would say.

“Well, your brother looks... “Ari’s eyes were peeled to Marcus when she noticed how nicely he cleaned up. Her own dress matched his outfit almost as if she had planned it that way... She hurried to finish before Camellia caught on to why she stopped mid sentence. “Too serious! He needs to lighten up and have some fun!”
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So Flint was supposed to review the thief incident with Marcus as Beck ran away like a little b**** and Camellia nearly died and had to get ready for the ball (girls always took forever). This left the real men of the de Telarius with the mess. Yeah, well that didn't happen. This is mostly because Flint knew precisely what was going to occur. Marcus would say something like this: "Because of your decisions in engaging the thief, it resulted in difficulties in apprehending the suspects, acquiring information regarding their intentions and a general disregard of Famigilia's policies when dealing out justice." In other words, Flint was once again a hinderance rather than assistance. Flint would return the scolding with his own brand of "well, I am a member of Cave for a reason." The scolding was to be inevitable, and Flint would deal with it when he had. For now, he did not particularly care for it. When he heard his name echo in the wind, Flint made sure to retreat as fast as possible back to the mansion to prepare for the ball.

Flint had considered (greatly) to skip the ball completely and hit a local bar or something to kill time. Waking up far too late, he already felt groggy. The fight at least was nice change of pace from the usual monotony of working in Cave. Responsible for supplies, working in Cave became largely an office job unless you were taking inventory that day of the week. It became a tedious affair of compiling lists of imports and exports, juggling supply and demand, and striking the best deals in order to maximize profit (when possible). All this to make sure Coin didn't ride your ass that quarter because profits were down 3 points compared to last quarter. When Flint joined, there was a gradual increase in profit the first few quarters (while also some increased efficiency when dealing with supplies in general), mostly because he knew a number of organizations and worked a number of deals with said organizations. However, he would also tell you that profits have been down the past few quarters for reasons that Flint couldn't really explain. His theory: that struggling economy. Regardless, Flint's contribution have been surprising, enough to consider him for the Head of Cave's position. Flint rejected the position for the time being, not wanting the increased responsibility. Though, it would get the those Coin workers off his case. Then he would only have to report to the Head of Coin. Also Marcus would shut up. Maybe he should take the position after all…

Flint realized at the moment of self inspection, he would likely have to take account of what the thieves attempted to steal and make sure all the supplies were accounted for. Hopefully, other members of Cave would take over that position if Flint conveniently didn't show up for work quite yet and attributed to needing to get a new suit for the Ball. That would be a good excuse. Yeah, a new suit. Flint patted himself on the back for that one.

Flint wandered throughout the town, looking for a new wardrobe. Regalo, by nature, was a perfect ground for trading and acquiring goods, something Flint was proud to be part of considering his sector's responsibilities. Flint spent a far share of time journeying through the island, and knew many of the shop keepers. It wasn't hard for Flint to make friends and chat as he was a natural with words and could be business-like if he needed to be. It helped he had his usual shops to go to, picking his favorites quite carefully. He picked up some new casual clothes before going to his favorite "business apparel" store that he found when Marcus insisted he dress more appropriate for work.

Flint entered the store to the sound a gentle bell ringing along the door, swinging the bags of other clothes over his shoulder. A fairly short plump balding man by the name of Luigi popped up from behind his counter and his blue eyes glistened in the light.

"Hello there, Flint. What brings you to my shop today?"

"I need a suit for some ball thing tonight," Flint said avoiding eye contact and sounding throughly excited.

"You never came for a full suit before....who is she?~" Luigi said with a particularly frightening inflection to his voice.

"Luigi. I wouldn't tell you even if you paid me."

"Oh fine! Stay mysterious. I am sure the ladies love that," Luigi made a disapproving wave with his arms before returning back to under the counter. "You should have plenty of suits already anyway. Didn't Marcus buy you a bunch a couple months back?"

"Do I really look I'd wear any of the crap that man buys?" Flint said with an exaggerated sigh.

Luigi perked up and let out a hearty laugh and wiped away the single tear that left his eye. "Right, right. Come on back. I think I got something simple for you to wear tonight."

Moments later, Flint walked out with a suit that he could stand. It wasn't anything fancy. Red dress shirt, black dress coat and matching black trousers were the core part of the suit. He purchased an additional black tie and new black dress shoes, and a nice new black leather belt with a gold buckle. He wasn't sure why he suddenly wanted to keep it classy. He kept telling himself it was to make Marcus and the other members less angry at him. That and he supposed he needed to upgrade the wardrobe with something that was halfway decent. Marcus' taste was abhorrent really. Though he would probably say Flint was wearing too much black or something.

Flint had decided to make his way to the mansion with some degree of haste, if only to give himself enough time to prep himself up to look halfway decent. Flint never looked particularly good naturally, having a "rustic" charm about him if any shred of charm was given to him at all. Flint snuck around the hallways of the mansion before finally finding his room. He avoided any form of interaction successfully, making explaining the new wardrobe a non factor. If anyone but Beck found him with them, he would have a series of questions to answer. That would of been a drag. At least Beck would be relatively reasonable.

Flint cleaned himself up first, taking a quick shower, cleaned up his facial hair and removed all his piercings, knowing that they did not match his suit particularly well. He also dumped the necklace, sunglasses and headphones from his usual look, placing them nicely on a his desk in his room. Following a mournful sigh from his comfortable outfit, Flint proceeded to put on his new suit. The red shirt, pants and shoes were easy, but he genuinely struggled with the tie. "This is what I get for not having a girlfriend to take care of this for me," Flint complained. Eventually he got it right, even if it was slightly askew. Whatever. Most people will be surprised he cleaned up. He brushed his hair for the first time in weeks, taming it successfully so that it did not fly everywhere at the mercy of the elements. Finally the dress coat was put on over the rest of his outfit completing the look. "I don't look half bad. I am almost guaranteed to get at least one double take."

Flint left his room and silently closed the door, slowly making his way to the grand hall. Shortly before entering the door to the ball, Flint lit up a cigarette and approached the main door with the two guards, who did not open the door for Flint. Was Marcus tightening security to such an extent to prevent Flint from doing anything that would tarnish the family name? He wouldn't put it past him. It was in his nature after all.

"Is there some sort of problem?"

"The cigarette."

"So suddenly the facility is non smoking?" Flint said, with frustration stretching across his face. "Fine." Flint disposed of the cigarette with much regret. "Now life owes me two cigarettes." The guards opened the door and Flint entered the ball, immediately going for the refreshments. He needed a drink. And food. Then maybe, just maybe, he will look for company.
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“Annabeth,” Ari flashed a goofy looking smile as she walked up to the me. “You know what you should do? Dance. Maybe with a boy that can stand the sight of you… Dear god, what are you wearing? Clearly you would’ve been better off in that maid’s outfit.”

I sighed, I had no idea what to address first. Her mutilation of my name or the insult on my clothes. Steven pat my shoulder, I already knew what that meant: Time to see the head sword. "Look Ms Tramp I..." She had already walked off though before I cold get my words out. "Wow she bothers me a lot!"

"Well don't do anything about it, no need to get in more trouble than you are already in." He smiled brightly, but I noticed that Ari had walked straight to Tobi. "Seems she is taking a liking to that young sword, uh Tobi right?" I remembered that it would make sense for Steven to know Tobi as they were both swords, "Good kid, hope he doesn't get caught in anything bad involving that girl."

"Knowing Ari, he probably is. Let's go see your boss and just have a good time." I was passed annoyed now, Ari was up to something and I just knew it would infuriate me in some way. "Do you think they have coffee somewhere?"

Steven looked around, "I wouldn't imagine there to be any, considering it is late and we are not at a cafe." He laughed a bit, "I don't think you should have anything that gives you energy anyways." I swear coffe must come with a label that say keep away from Annabelle!

"Whatever, let's talk to Marcus and then I can get some cocoa." I sighed deeply, it wouldn't be right to punch or kick Steven now, I mean he gave me time to run hours ago. Might as well see what the old guard wants.

We walked up to Marcus and Steven immediately stood at attention out of respect, "Hello sir! I have brought Mistress Annabelle as requested, on accounts of assault, stealing, and public distress." I did no sign of respect nor disrespect, I simply stood there as he listed my misdemeanors.

"Not to say that I take pride in my work, but those accounts of "assaults" were mostly against boys and I beat them in a fair fight! Also I didn't steal anything, I came when the stores were closed and needed food, so I borrowed some. I paid them back! Oh and when is yelling and starting a fight in public a crime!?" I felt I needed to explain myself, so I wouldn't sound like a common delinquent. "If it is any consolation also, I came to see you instead of beating up another guard." Steven kind of laughed at that, but he was trying to stay in a respectful, serious position. I noticed Ari looking this way, seemingly distracted.

Needless to say a wicked smile came upon my face, "Hey uh Marcus, I know I'm probably going to get in trouble or something, but I have a question. Can I talk to you privately for a sec?" Steven caught the hint and likely my smile and backed off. I lowered my voice, "I want to dance with a boy here, but you see I have no idea how, could you, uh probably show me?"
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"I can't believe that I'm actually here," Adam said with his hand to his face, clad in a tuxedo shirt and pants.

"Please, you needed something to do today, that's why you asked me!" Said the lovely Mina with a rather expensive looking dress on, a blue one with silver heels, clinging to his arm.

"Don't make stuff up!" He retorted, "You dragged me here and made me wear my dad's tuxedo- and my normal clothes would have been perfectly fine, by the way." That was pretty much the story. Mina ambushed Adam on his way back to the mansion and forced him to go with her to the ball, knowing that he definitely didn't have anyone else to accompany him. He couldn't really refuse because she since she did a lot for him that same morning, and she was a good friend he didn't want to piss off.

"Well, I've never been to a ball before," Mina said with a smile. "I've never been in a place this luxurious and grand. Everything about this place just makes me envy you so much! I'd live here if I could!" She was getting far too excited for Adam to handle...though he did consider that maybe he was underplaying the situation. The mansion did seem a lot fuller than normal, and clearly a lot of work went into decorating. He decided to indulge Mina, as she was a good friend of his, despite dragging him to a place he definitely didn't want to be, there was no since and boring her when she was already so mystified.

"So, then..." Adam paused for a moments, scratching the back of his head. "You...uh..." He looked in another direction, feeling uncharacteristically awkward about the situation. "You want to dance?" Mina looked at Adam with a rather strange look. It was as if she was trying to see exactly who it was who asked her the question, as if she didn't recognize that it was Adam; if she wasn't mystified before, she definitely was now. Adam looked at Mina and then turned away and said, "W-what's the problem?" Mina didn't respond.

Instead, she seemed to be looking around for someone. Then, when she found...whoever it was she was looking for, her eyes widened. "Hey, who's that guy over there?" She said, pointing to someone. Adam looked in the target of Mina's pointer finger to find Aerous. "He looks kinda like you." She said, looking at Adam, looking to Aerous, and looking back to Adam. "Kinda. I want to meet him, what's his name?"

Adam was taken aback by all of this; he wasn't exactly sure why she looked at Adam like she did without giving a response and then immediately asking about someone else...but like before, he decided to indulge her. "His name is Aerous. I don't think I've ever had a formal conversation with the guy. All I know is that he's a high ranking member of Sword and-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mina pulled Adam by his arm towards the stairs. It was a little embarrassing to Adam, but he couldn't exactly stop her. She stopped in front of Aerous and said, "My name's Mina, would you care to dance?" Adam was rather shocked by the fact that she completely disregarded exactly what his job was at the moment. He wasn't sure if she didn't know or if she didn't care, but he had to admit, she was pretty bold.
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Marcus manned the entrance to the grand hall, awaiting the arrival of the guests, but before that, the arrival of his Swords. He made last minute preparations to ensure that the ball would be up to the highest possible levels of security, but also that it guaranteed an environment of entertainment and enjoyment, which stemmed from the main fact that it would be safe. These proceedings here in the ball were a reflection of the same standard Marcus held to the rest of his job on Regalo. Everything had to go according to plan. No loose ends. Nothing out of the ordinary.

The other members of Swords eventually made their appearance before him, although one was missing. Marcus checked his pocketwatch, seeing that they didn't have the time to wait for her, so he proceeded to address the others without waiting. It was a shame though, as Marcus had intended for the other Swords to have arrived early so he could have spoken to them more individually about their recent assignment with the thieves. He would have to settle for it at sometime later during the ball, if he got the chance.

"I've read the report on the thief objective." He stated to them, moving his eyes from one to another. This statement of fact was typical of Marcus, as he never liked to give compliments for jobs well done. He felt it was an unnecessary gesture, as one should not be complimented on doing what they were obligated to do. To him, it was like complimenting someone who had successfully used the bathroom. "We'll discuss the details more in full. For now, the ball will be commencing soon. We'll be in charge of security here, though there will be other Famiglia guards around as well. Our objective is to ensure that all goes well in the ball. No nonsense, no complications. Our primary objective is the safety and security of the attendees. Everything else is secondary. I understand Aerous, that you requested to be Nova's bodyguard, so make your way over to the bottom of the staircase and await his arrival. The rest of you, spread out and keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Oda will be second in command of security here. If you catch wind of anything strange or suspicious, alert myself or her. Socialization during the ball is acceptable, but make sure to maintain focus on our duties as well." Marcus turned his head to the sound of chatter on approach. "Guests will be arriving shortly. Nova and Felicita should arrive later. Dismissed."

The party began to commence, and it was an inevitable eventuality that the following event occurred, as a guard led Annabelle Belizaire to him. Marcus wanted to facepalm, but resisted as to maintain his appearance of authority and respect.

"Ah...miss Belizaire." Marcus enunciated politely. His eyes darted between the young woman and the apparently young guard, who should have known better than to send minor squabbles to him. He was in charge of the entire defense of Regalo, the collective security, representing the entire government of La Famiglia. Minor offenses should be taken to the Head of Coin, to which Annabelle was apart of, and if some criminal offense really did occur, it could have easily been handled by a lesser member of Swords, not by the leader. Marcus instead stayed silent, standing straight as an arrow with his arms folded behind his back, both listening to her, and looking around to ensure nobody was catching anything of what she was saying, as Marcus didn't want to alert the guests of possible criminal or delinquent behavior present.

"Hey uh Marcus, I know I'm probably going to get in trouble or something, but I have a question. Can I talk to you privately for a sec?" Marcus looked around the slowly filling room and sighed, not really wishing to entertain her request, as he had more important matters of security to attend to, but also not wishing to appear rude in front of others, as to maintain his stature in the community as a representative of the Telarius family. The other guard left, leaving Marcus standing along with her. "I want to dance with a boy here, but you see I have no idea how, could you, uh probably show me?"

Marcus eyed her, in a somewhat disbelieving manner to her rather unusual request. "You mean to tell me that you were aware of this ball for a while now, knew there would be the possibility of dancing, and waiting until the actual party to request lessons?" He asked her, a hint of irritability in his voice, though he did his best to shield it and maintain his steady demeanor. Marcus sighed. "The trick is to let your partner lead in the dance. He will guide you, and you must do your best to follow his lead. If I may..." Marcus said, grabbing hold of her hand and waist in a traditional waltz stance, though not actually dancing, but rather showing her how in place. "...now, when one usually dances, eyes should be either in contact with the partner, or at some other object on the same level of eyesight, never below the neck of the partner. However, since you lack the ability to maintain the proper footwork, your eyes must be focused on your partners feet. Try to copy the steps he does, a simple 1-2-3 step process usually, before you get the hand of it and your feet are moving together in unison." As he explained to her, Marcus caught sight of his brother Flint, who surprised him by arriving early to the ball, making his way over to the food and drink section. "There is obviously not the full extent of how to dance, but I believe it helped. Now if you excuse me," He said with a slight bow of the head. "I must be going. Good luck in your dance." He began departing, before remembering the other part of his conversation with her, and stopped. "Oh, and for future purposes, if you truly wish to continue acting in delinquency and foolishness, please understand that I am the Head of Sword, not your personal probation officer, and I am quite a busy man. Enjoy the party."

Marcus walked away from Annabelle towards his brother Flint, whom he had expected to have either arrived very late, in some sort of despicable manner, or in clothes befitting that of a homeless man. Needless to say, he was surprised to see him groomed and reasonably dressed, though not in any outfit he recognized. Marcus didn't understand it. He bought him clothing of the finest quality and price, yet still Flint refuses to wear it. He approached his younger brother, scanning around the room as he went, making sure all security measures were in order.

"Flint." Marcus said, acknowledging his brother with a nod of the head, which in Marcus's terms, was probably the equivalent of smile, or any other slight show of emotion. "I'm surprised to see you here early. Well, early for you. I would have rather seen you here a bit before the proceedings began."

"To be completely honest, I am surprised you even wanted to see me here. The guards at the door really made me feel welcome. Anyway, what do you want? Come to scold me a bit before you go off and be the prodigal son of our family?" Flint said before shrugging his shoulders and continuing to binge drink on whatever strange mix he found himself gorging himself on.

Marcus glared at Flint, though in honesty, that was exactly what he intended to do, though perhaps not how he would put it. "I'm not here to scold you, Flint. I'm here to educate you. As a member of the de Telarius family, you have certain expectations thrust upon your shoulders, the likes of which make your every action scrutinized by others. This is why your actions back on the ship were unacceptable. Because of the way you engaged the criminal, it resulted in difficulty apprehending the suspects overall. Not to mention the manner by which you disposed of him. Think of how it would have looked if the man was killed, or if he would have died there in the ocean. We have protocol for a reason, and be you in Swords or Coin or any other part of La Famiglia, it is expected that you follow it." Marcus stared intensely at Flint, while also making periodic looks around, half for security reasons and half to make sure nobody was listening to the 'discussion'. He kept himself at a reasonably low tone, so that those far enough would believe he is merely conversing with his brother.

"Yeah...I know. But to be fair, I kinda knew in the back of my mind that you had the situation covered. You always do. After all, you are in all ways perfect, aren't you?" Flint's speech was becoming more irritable than normal. Probably something in the drink. "I'll keep in mind, alright? That is all you are getting out of me today. No promises."

It wasn't the ideal answer, but from Flint, it was good enough for Marcus. He nodded to Flint once more. "Very well. Just remember: I might not always be around to watch you. You have to be ready in case that situation every arises, and do what is expected of you." He looked around again, making sure all security was in order, before patting Flint on the back. "Now go socialize with the others, will you? You represent this family just like the others." Marcus took another few looks around the grand hall, looking for his other siblings in particular. "Speaking of which, let me know if you see Beck around. If that boy is late again..."

"Ha! Socialize. Like that is going to happen. Let's face facts here, Marcus, I am not exactly popular around here. As for Beck, he wasn't in our room or anything. Maybe he's busy with some work," Flint said with another shrug before drinking more. He'd love to socialize, but with Marcus being all fancy and all the other boys taking up the girls, he wasn't really in the mood at the moment. But that is what food and drink for: filling the void.

Marcus walked away from Flint shaking his head. He never understood how he ended up the way he did. Sure, each of the Telarius siblings sported distinct personalities, but at least the others were easier to control. Flint was certainly special, and not exactly the good kind.

Marcus wandered around the room full of guess almost with the appearance of no purpose, but instead he was observing around, making sure it was secure and safe for everyone inside. Despite a good deal of the guests having the personal ability to defend themselves, Marcus’s duty was to ensure that they wouldn’t have to, either way. Among the crowd of people he spotted Camellia, who he also intended to have a conversation with, part of which was to address her actions on the ship, and the other part to remind her of her obligations while at this party. As he approached Camellia, he analyzed her choice of wardrobe. As per usual, Marcus had few if any complaints about her choice in what she wore, including tonight. He was also slightly content to see her wearing a pendant he had bought for her as a celebration of her initiation into La Famiglia. Fully intent to chastise Camellia, he found himself unable to when he noticed the presence of the Head of Intelligence, Ari Terranci. Marcus, for the sake of keeping apart his public and private affairs, elected not to bring up the topics to Camellia, instead choosing to politely greet the two of them.

"Camellia. Miss Terranci." He said to them with a slight bow of his head, in both respect of the leadership of another branch of La Famiglia and one entitled to his sister from the de Telarius family. "You two look very beautiful tonight." He said, mostly in passing conversation and then proceeded on checking his surroundings once more, ever vigilant in his duties towards the family.
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Camellia stiffened, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end as a vision penetrated into her line of sight. It flickered for a brief moment before dying away, leaving Camellia to return to her socialising between Ari, Marcus and Flint. “Ari and Marcus, you two should totally have a dance as heads of sectors,” she pushed Ari closer towards Marcus, achieving disapproving glances from the both of them, “Flint, you still owe me that dance for saving my life…” she said rather rapidly, “but I have something of urgency to attended to.” She blew a kiss towards the three of them before turning on her heels and scanning the now crowded dance floor.

Looking fairly relaxed for the supposed “guard” of Papa, Aerous stood by the grand staircase on the other side of the room. She watched as two people emerged from the crowd that encircled him and immediately Camellia knew this was the moment she had seen. Running as quickly as she could in heels, she dodged, barged and forced her way through the crowd of people that had gathered, trying to get to the other side of the room as quickly as possible. For a moment there she was sure she wasn’t going to make it in time and that her vision would come true, but she soon separated herself from the crowd, throwing herself from between two rather large party-goes and crashing, albeit rather lightly, into Aerous’ muscular form.

“Sorry kids, Aerous and I have a date!” Camellia beamed at Adam and Mina standing there, obviously somewhat surprised at the sudden outburst much less appearance of Camellia. Without further ado, she wrapped her arm around Aerous’, dragging him from his post and into the waves of bodies that danced on the floor. Manoeuvring her hands so her left hand rested lightly on his shoulder, whilst her right gripped his other hand, she made sure to place his free hand on her hip first.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” She asked him smiling.
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"Yup... I'm late..." realizes Xoxaa as she approaches the doors of the ball, her back just slightly hunched in absolute dread, clearly an improper posture for a woman supposedly of high class being in the Famiglia.

"Uhh, Miss Illiphia?" states one of the guards, a quizzical gesture on his face as he notices the young woman's posture and sullen expression on her face.

Xoxaa jumps, startled by the words and immediately straightens up with a nervous smile on her phase, making the situation all the more awkward as her face is now fully dolled up by the maids to look her best, which they surely did with her but she had refused to look at herself in the mirror to avert inevitable embarrassment. She stands there, frozen like always when strangers speak to her, but it only worsens at a time like this, as formal events are most certainly her bane.

"Marcus wanted to see you earlier but it seems he's already addressed the other Swords. He wants us all to make sure no troubles arise during the event and for us to avert any problems that may come up," declares the guard, reminding the girl inadvertently once again of her inability to arrive there on time.

"I-uh... uhm..." she stammers briefly, shifting her gaze downward slightly before continuing. "Uh... ok..."

The guards are again puzzled bu the girls mystifying behavior, her eyes again gluing themselves to the not so intimidating floor as she approaches the guards in order to enter the ball. After looking to each other and shrugging their shoulders, they nonetheless allow her in and she escapes into the chaos before the guards have a chance to utter another sound towards her. Unfortunately, the insides of the ball are much worse, with loud, often painful to the ear music, people's voices everywhere, bouncing off the walls and smashing into the girl's sensitive, fragile eardrum. Overwhelmed by the terrible environment, the girl's expression quickly turns from an uncomfortable frown to a straightened face of absolute terror. Jerking her head back and forth while examining the minefield she's thrusted into, she spots a corner of the ballroom where fewer people have collected, and better yet where she could sit. Wasting no time, her feet are swift as they can be in her heels, racing for her sanity and nearly tripping over herself before reaching her safer haven. Finding her rear end's way into the seat, she sighs, shutting her eyes briefly to recover from the sensory shock, and begins to scan the room again, observing the actions of the others at the ball.

"I hope this doesn't last too long. I want to get back to my room, eat something and sleep."
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Adam couldn't help but burst into laughter. No, not at Mina's failure, but the fact that Aerous, one of the main authority figures in charge of keeping the higher-ups secure, as well as the one who was largely in charge of the security of the guests, was just dragged away by someone who was just a little jealous. Mina glared at Adam with daggers in her eyes; she didn't like to be laughed at. He also noticed tears welling up in her eyes. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he should comfort her, as she was in a very dangerous state. He tapped her on her shoulder and her eyes immediately darted to it. The thought that she was going to break it quickly entered his mind, but he decided to try his best to ignore it.

"C'mon Mimi, I'm not laughing at you." She looked back up at him again, this time with duller daggers. "Let's dance, I know you want to." He said, offering her his hand. Instead of taking his hand, she took the handkerchief that was in the breast pocket of his tuxedo and wiped her eyes with it, promptly folding it back up and placing it back in his tuxedo. He was a little irritated by this, but kept his hand out still. She decided to ignore him and looked past him, as if she were looking for someone else. Once she spotted...whoever it was she was looking for, she dragged Adam to another location. He'd never seen her act like this before, it was a little strange. He knew that she wanted to dance, but she didn't know why she was avoiding him. Was it that she didn't want to dance with him? Then why did she accompany him to the ball in the first place, he doesn't even like to dance.

Once she arrived at her destination, Mina pushed Adam and said, "You two have fun now!" With a playful wave and a smile, she darted off into the crowd. You 'two'? What is she talking about? Adam looked in front of him and noticed a familiar face. It was Xoxaa Illiphia, of the High Priestess Arcana. She looked lonely and- Oh, crap. A light bulb flickered in his head and he figured out what was going on. She was trying to force herself away from him so that he would have to socialize with someone. She was a lot more like his little sister, Marta, than he gave her credit for.

Still, he'd never actually met Xoxaa before, he simply knew who she was. He wasn't exactly sure how to approach her, so he decided to do a quick examination of her. Her eyes seemed to be darting from person to person, never exactly settling on one person or object for too long. She was clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation, and much like Adam, she didn't want to be there.

He walked over to her, with his hands in his pockets, and put his back to the wall adjacent to her. He didn't say anything immediately, and he looked down at her a few times before looking back at the crowd of guests. He was having trouble finding words that would comfort her in any way, he wasn't sure what he could say to her without coming across as a nuisance. "Uh..." He started, scratching his head as he often did when he was nervous. "You know, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to..." He swallowed and started again. "I mean, you seem pretty uncomfortable...and they can't force you to stay here..."
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"Camellia. Miss Terranci." A distracted Ari immediately tensed up as she hadn’t been expecting a man’s voice. She cursed under her breath before she gave Marcus a quick smile. "You two look very beautiful tonight." Blushed cheeks emerged victorious as Ari had failed to fight them off. In her best attempt she struggled to put into words how sophisticated and put together his outfit was. How it bought out all the features Ari was always heavily fixated on. A muted Ari left all those emotions to swirl around her head as she awaited Camellia's response.

“Ari and Marcus, you two should totally have a dance as heads of sectors,” Camellia’s voice came off distracted yet she still managed to push Ari closer towards Marcus. Ari shot her a look but found her moving at an incredible speed through the crowd toward the staircase. The thought to reprimand her for the takeoff and her loud mouth was shoved to the back of her mind as she noticed just how close she was to a surveying Marcus.

“You do realize that someone would be a fool to attack us with all of La Famiglia here, right” She kept her voice monotone, she had been monitoring his movements since before he came closer. “Do you know how to relax?” The question itself would’ve been silly for anyone else but when it came to Marcus he was always on duty. She felt the same constant stress sometimes as Head of Intelligence yet she managed to have her own brand of fun. His branch was quite a bit more demanding with work than hers but what were the point of subordinates if they weren't to be used? Ari could tell that he was a bit of a perfectionist and perfection wasn't going to happen unless he took control and forced it.

“Also, I have no intention of calling you Mr. de Telarius, Marcus. As much as I appreciate your formalness it’s always Ari,” Her gaze had shifted downwards towards the wine glass she fiddled while she spoke. “I do have every intention of dancing with you.”

The newfound confidence came as a shock to Ari, she had every intention previously to leave the ball. If Marcus rejected her here and now her infatuation would wither but that was better than having it be fully blossomed and then sliced to pieces later. A brief smile came across her face; unlike the one she flashed earlier at Tobi there were actually feelings of affection behind it. Before Marcus could politely excused himself for some Sword related duty Ari took a daring step forward and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. Despite her height shift from the heels her dancing partner was still taller than her. She bit her lip, her experience with guys had never gone this way they were always intimidated and overpowered by her personality. A moment came when Ari briefly looked him in the eyes; Camellia’s were definitely more alive. She seized the opportunity to try and pry the secrets that they held but they wouldn’t budge. While they danced Ari made sure that Marcus and her were spun in a slow circle. She was aware that he would have the urge to check their surroundings. That’s why she hoped he’d be able to that and dance with her if they spun.
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Tick tock tick tock. The clock in Aerous room was the only thing making a sound as he sat on the edge of the bed, it had been an hour since he began waiting for the guard to come. Hearing approaching footsteps he stood up from the bed and went to the door, opening as the guard went to knock it, slightly scaring the guard. “Uh, Mr Oxus..” The surprised guard said, trying to regain himself. “Uh, umm, Liberta is ready to see you now. Um.. Please follow me.”

“Sure, lets go Sir.” Aerous replied smiling, exiting his room. Following the guard he made his way to Liberta's quarters. Ready to get his orders for the night. Stopping at the entrance to Liberta's room, the guard knocked on the door before opening it. Inside Liberta was pacing, he clearly looked nervous, even to Aerous.

“Ah Aerous, you're finally here, welcome. So I hear you'll be Nova's personal guard for when he arrives at the ball, correct? This will require you to be situated near the staircase to stop anybody from ascending and then you'll need to ascend the stairs to be ready for the arrival of Felicita and myself, as well as Nova and Luca who will be arriving slightly after us. These are your orders for the night, nothing may override these orders.” The tone of his voice showed that he was slightly nervous about the night's events, which made Aerous consider how seriously he would have to take the job.

“I understand Sir, I won't let anything interfere with tonight’s ball or anyone get to Nova.” Aerous replied with obvious confidence in his voice.

“Thank you, Aerous. Feel free to socialise for a while as the ball begins, just make sure you don't get too far away from the staircase and you're ready to greet us after around forty-five minutes. Understand?” Liberta asked to confirm that Aerous understood his orders.

“I understand Sir, I will see you there tonight.” Aerous replied, leaving the room afterwards and making his way towards the ballroom.

Once arriving he confirmed his orders with Marcus, before lthe group of Swords dispersed to their positions. Taking his position in front of the stairs he allowed his body to relax so he would be ready to react to anything that could happen without tensing up. His arcana mark was glowing lightly underneath his clothing while he surveyed the surroundings, waiting for the guest to start arriving. Guest started arriving at the ball, Aerous noting who had come to make sure there wasn't anyone he didn't recognise. He noted the entrance of Ari and Camellia, whom both were looking rather beautiful in there formal attire, though Camellia beauty outshone Ari's. Aerous also noted Marcus having a conversation with Annabelle, who apparently was a bit of a trouble maker in the family.

A few more card holders had arrived, Aerous noted as he kept up his relaxed demeanour, still surveying the ball for any signs of trouble. He saw an annoyed Flint De Telarious walk through the grand entrance to the ballroom and head straight towards the food and drink tables, followed closely by Marcus who had aburptly finished up with Annabelle at the entrance of his brother.He's going to greet his brother personally, aren't they such a close family! The thought of a family being that close brought a slight smile to Aerous face.I wish I was that close more people. Looking towards the entrance he saw Xoxaa of the Swords enter, looking awkwardly at the ground instead of her surroundings, this slightly worried Aerous. Looking around again he saw Ari approaching him, she had a look of pleasure on her face as she got closer.

“Why on earth aren't we trusting Marcus to oversee Nova?” Her words floated to Aerous as she continued to get closer, stopping to continue her insults. Her insults finished with a crumbling kiss dispersing centimetres away from Aerous cheek, allowing his retort.

“It's because Marcus has a date tonight, Ari. Oh also you wouldn't want him seeing that kiss, he might get jealous.. Oh wait, he won't care!” The words struck a shocked Ari like daggers. A proud Aerous watched as Ari turned and strutted away.

Soon he saw an unfamiliar face approaching, Adam Randi in tow towards him. She shouldn't be a threat, she's here with a cardholder. He thought but then to his surprise she stopped in front of him. He took her all in quickly, she's fairly cute.

“My name's Mina, would you care to dance?” she said to him, rather boldy. Aerous shot a look at Adam, who he assumed she was here on a date with to see the shock clearly on his face. Suddenly he saw how this situation was going to end and began his response.

“Mina, I'm honoured but I'm sorry I-” He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before a beautiful Camellia crashed, rather lightly into his body.

“Sorry kids, Aerous and I have a date!” She beamed at Adam and Mina, whom were looking surprised at her sudden interuption. She quickly pulled Aerous away from his post, without much of a struggle on his part as it was clearly the easiest way out of the situation she had put him in and he still had a few minutes before he had to go up and greet Liberta and Felicita. The couple, with Camellia leading manoeuvered their way through deeper into the crowd, before Aerous slyly turned them around, allowing them to get closer to the stairs once again without her noticing. Can't neglect my duties too much. He thought as she took him into a dancing position, placing his right hand on her hip and her left hand on his shoulder.

“This is nice, isn't it?” She asked Aerous smiling as he took the lead in the dance, once again leading them slightly closer to the stair case. Not surprisingly he was a good dancer as it was a physical activity, much to the chagrin of other members of the family who always looked down at him as an idiot.

“It really is.” He finally replied before looking up at the ballrooms clock. “Though I am incredibly sorry, I must leave now. Bye.” He announced as he removed himself from her grip and headed back to the stairs, taking a quick look around before proceeding up them to wait for the special guests to arrive.
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"You two have fun now!" blurts an unfamiliar female voice with a playful tone, breaking Xoxaa's thoughts apart and throwing her head up to ascertain the new situation.

"Who the hell is this clown?" she spots the intruder of her peace.

Xoxaa's corner didn't keep its sovereignty for long. A girl she didn't recognize brought along a whipped boy, also unfamiliar to her, and since there wasn't anyone else in the immediate vicinity, the girl must be referring to Xoxaa. Her personal space had been abruptly intruded upon by unwarranted strangers and she wanted them gone, and while one of them, the girl that came off as an obnoxious moron to Xoxaa was kind enough to vacate the scene, she left with Xoxaa her own whipped baggage, drawing Xoxaa's eyes back towards the ground in anticipation of the boy's soon departure. However, his encroachment only escalates, trekking closer to Xoxaa before planting his backside against the wall. The man glances at her a few times before returning his gaze to the center of the ball, clearly analyzing her, causing her to bring her arms further into her lap and look away from the strange white haired man, her gaze averting downward and remaining silent.

"Uh..." he mutters, probably in an attempt to start up conversation considering his nervous tone and his face refraining from looking towards Xoxaa, only causing the girl to clench herself tighter and look further away, visibly upset and extremely uncomfortable.

"You know, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to..." gulps the man, struggling to speak but nonetheless continues with his ceaseless, invasive dribble. "I mean, you seem pretty uncomfortable... and they can't force you to stay here..."

"What the hell!? Get the hell away from me!"

There is no sign that the guy wants to leave the area, and Xoxaa, too upset by the circumstances to maintain much of a conversation, resorts to her last option, even though it may be incredibly rude, but at this point, she has no choice. If people wont respect her space, all she can do is escape the area and find a new sanctuary.

"Please leave me alone," she states strongly as she throws herself out of her seat, her voice strong yet soft but still her eyes remain averting away from the man as she begins to walk, picking up her bag of supplies and leaves her formerly unoccupied safe haven in a sea of chaotic madness.

"I hope he doesn't try to follow me," she pleads to herself while scouring the ballroom for an unoccupied space and dodging the clusters of people dancing, keeping to the emptier parts of the room.

Her search soon leads her to find something else of intrigue. A food and drink table, sparsely populated with a few people now and then quickly grabbing what they want before leaving. However, one anomaly seems more intent on staying there. A dirty blonde haired man, with a tall, well proportioned build gorging the contents of the food table. He seems more occupied by stuffing his face, so Xoxaa decides to approach the table and examine irs contents as well, hoping that the two of them and keep their distance from each other by focusing solely on emptying the table of sustenance. The girl's hungry eyes lit up as soon as she spots platters of lunch meat slices and cheese, a few crackers of many varieties, and a few paper cups and flavored drink dispensers. It may not be a place to sit and avoid people per-se, but people will be unlikely to harass her at a table where food is the main interest of those who arrive there. Still, she keeps her eyes and ears open for any disturbance that might approach her new social bunker.
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Marcus had barely a chance to react before the impulsive Camellia thrust the two sector leaders together. He glared at his younger sister as she made her way to the other side of the room. Marcus shook his head, making a mental note to deal with her later. He still hadn't gotten a chance to talk with her about what she had done wrong on the ship.

Marcus's eyes focused back to Ari as she discussed foolishness of attack on the ball. Marcus agreed, though his approach was that the possibility of attack became impossible simply because those who protected the island continued to do so, never giving criminals a sign of weakness. Though he never got a chance to say so as she moved onto another question. Relaxation. Marcus hadn't been able to relax in quite a while. He wasn't sure he knew how. He also wasn't sure it was entirely appropriate, especially while on the job.

Marcus was about to tell Ari that he would prefer her to refer to him as Marcus, but she surprised him with the suggestion that they dance. That was the second time some had suggested that they dance that evening, the first time with Annabelle, though Marcus would be the first to admit that he would much rather have danced with Ari (especially since she apparently knew how). Marcus thought about it for a moment, but Ari never gave him the chance as she stepped in and placed her arms loosely around his neck. He made no attempt to stop her, deciding that two sector leaders dancing here would be more than appropriate, as Marcus should be socializing as well as maintaining security.

"I must admit, Miss..." He stopped and corrected himself, "...Ari, that I never knew you were like this. We never have socialized that often before." He said to her, staring into her lavender eyes for a brief moment, which he found quite lovely, before looking around once more as they twirled, making sure everything at the party was in order.

"There's a lot that you've yet to figure out about me," Ari chuckled a bit, she couldn't believe that she was actually going to say this, "But there's plenty of time for you to learn and us to socialize, if you're up for it?" She hoped her question didn't linger too long but she also wanted him to put thought into his response. It was common knowledge that his first responsibility was to Sword as hers were to Intelligence. Then there were the duties she felt exhausted him to the point where he no longer yearned for conversation.

Marcus looked down at Ari as they slowly twirled in a circle again. "By all means." He said politely. "It is more than appropriate for two sector heads to have a more personable relationship. It could work to strengthen our understanding of each others' sectors while providing more coherence and lucidity in our service to Regalo. I can see by the way other sector's members behave that some are quite different." He looked over to Annabelle from a distance as he said this, shaking his head before returning his gaze to Ari, giving her a small smile.

"Business as usual though I agree," She mirrored where his eyes went and consequently regretted that moment as her eyes fell upon Annabelle. A couple behind the Apprentice unfortunately caught her attention and bristled her more than Annabelle, Camellia and Aerous. She turned back in time to see Marcus smile, it quickly became one of her favorite physical characteristics about him especially since it was rare to come across, which lead Ari to treasured it. "Speaking of which, how about that pairing of suborinates?" She paused their dancing for a bit in order to fully witness Camellia disgrace herself by accompanying that Adept to the dancefloor.

"Oh...", Marcus began, his smile instantly dropping, but clearly not wishing to publicly display his disapproval for her taking up with Aerous, whom he viewed as lesser than Camellia. She should have decided to socialize with someone more fitting of her stature in society. Thankfully, he was able to cover this up in the last second with a turnaround hit on Aerous instead. "He...he should be waiting by the staircase for Nova and Felicita!" He said aloud, wondering if he should end his dance with Ari and go separate the two, sending Aerous back into his position by the stairs and Camellia away from the man. Perhaps he was being a bit of an overprotective brother, but he convinced himself he was intead acting on his duties, or more particularly Aerous's lack of his own, instead. However, he stopped himself from heading over as he soon saw Aerous leave Camellia and take his spot back by the staircase. A small smile formed across Marcus's face again, pleased with the discipline of his subordinate. Perhaps his constant lecturing was beginning to pay off, but then again Aerous did always take direction well. "Ah..." he said aloud, returning his attention to Ari once more. "Alls well that ends well, I suppose." He took a moment to gaze back at Camellia to ensure the two had parted.


Ari observed his face as he took notice of his only sister with his Adept. "I'm glad he was chosen instead of you," In an attempt to further their intimacy Ari gradually moved her hands upwards to feel his golden brown hair between her fingers. "You suppose? Well seeing as he's not in my sector and I don't have to pretend to be cordial to him... I don't like members who can barely form a whole sentence. He may be able to slice with a sword or whatever you guys do with them!" Her inexperience with sword terminology was quite evident in her remark about her companion's Adept. "The guys got less brains than that dog that wonders around here. She most certainly can do better... Maybe you could teach a little something about physical combat? If you're not too busy, I know how invested you are in your work. I mean I've heard about it." A worried Ari prayed that Marcus wouldn't question how she knew about his work ethic. It would be easy for her to pass it off as Camellia story but in reality a curious Ari took matters into her own hands and found out by her own means.

It was at the touching of his hair by her fingers that Marcus initially became aware that this dance was probably a lot less professional and a lot more personal than he originally thought. But perhaps he was simply overthinking, and this was normal socializing. Marcus wasn't sure at this point. It wasn't his normal mingling he was used to. His first thought should have been to cease at once, perhaps end the dance there and return to maintaining his professionalism expected from him, but for whatever reason, he didn't. His reassurance to himself was that it was completely harmless mingling. It was still new territory to him. "You...you generally impale them for the most effective means of...well, never mind." He said in a lower voice, a tad bit flustered by the obviously unexpected conversation ambience. He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself as he attempted to gain ground back to normalcy in the conversation.

"It would be my pleasure. I would always have time for you..." He quickly corrected himself. "That is, ensuring that La Famiglia's members are well capable of defending themselves is something I'd always have time for. It is, after all, apart of my duty."

His actions indicated to Ari that she hadn't overstepped the boundaries but she knew that she was on the line. Satisfied that she didn't cause him to flee her attention returned to the conversation at hand. "That it is, you wouldn't want me telling Nova that you're slacking..." The tone of her voice came across more humorless than she wanted. In an effort to assist her own joke she tried to genuinely laugh but it came off as more of a hoarse cough. "I'll take your word for it and hold it as a promise so don't you dare disappoint me. People who do, well, I'm sure you've heard the rumors?" An inquisitive Ari liked to keep track reputation within La Famiglia and on the island of Regalo. Her treatment of the members seemed to cause a general dislikeness to those who had yet to interact with her.

Marcus chuckled a bit, lightening the mood. He could feel himself relax a bit, enjoying the company of Ari. "Indeed I have, Ari. Indeed I have."
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While having no right to be apart of the conversation other than his relative vicinity to it, Flint listened in on Marcus' interaction with Camellia and Charisi Terranci. Flint's knowledge of the other sectors was very limited, unless they were involved with Coin. He almost knew nothing of Sword, Intelligence or any of the others. It was easy to see why though: He ignored Marcus' stories of Sword because that involved listening to Marcus and Camellia's stories were only exciting once in a while. Even then, he didn't really remember any of the names in the stories. "Ari", as he always heard her to be referred to as. was a branch head though; that much Flint knew. So he kept his mouth full of food as to avoid talking. It would be doubtful that "Ari" would ever talk to Flint, so he would be able to avoid formalities easily. This made him pleased.

“Ari and Marcus, you two should totally have a dance as heads of sectors,” Camellia said as she pushed Ari closer towards Marcus, achieving disapproving glances from the both of them, “Flint, you still owe me that dance for saving my life…” she said quickly, “but I have something of urgency to attended to.” She blew a kiss towards the three of them before turning on her heels and leaving rather abruptly. Flint let out a sigh of relief, now assured that his relative social isolation was safe. Sure, Flint was a capable dancer, having retained most of his lessons in his youth and being something of a natural anyway (in other words, he could probably improvise or adapt to the dance if need be), but he preferred other "forms" of dancing more than this formal dancing that was occurring. And the only dance he wanted to do was the kind that involved food. In other words, eating.

Flint would occasionally pause from his relaxation and enjoyment of free food to observe the party. One reason was to make sure no one bothered him that he didn't want to really engage in conversation with. Another was to see if Beck was ever going to show up. Marcus did ask fairly nice to let him know when Beck arrived, the least he could was notify Marcus about 20 minutes after the fact. After all, he did not want to ruin his time with "Ari" over there. There were getting awfully touchy feely and Flint was really hoping they would go to her place and not the del Telarius home. He could see Camellia dancing as well with someone that Flint didn't recognize. Good, he thought. If they are dancing, it means I don't have to dance with her.

Flint's peace and quiet was somewhat interrupted by a fairly short girl with strawberry blonde hair and from what Flint's "wandering" eyes could tell, a fine figure. One that is quite pleasing to his slightly intoxicated eyes. Flint tried to keep his cool, as it was surprising that anyone got close to him. For the most part, he had the food table to himself, with people usually quickly retreating after Flint fired a sharp glance. The table was his territory and is alone. Very few managed to snag any amount of refreshments because Flint; a feat he was becoming quite proud of. However, this woman, like Flint, did not seem intent on leaving. It was interesting to see such a display at the ball.

"So, you trying to avoid people too then?" Flint said with a weak smile. "I am not a fan of these social gatherings myself. I find all the formalities such a drag," Flint said before pointing at the one plate he saw the girl eyeing. "You should try those. They are really good."
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Oda departed from the meeting with Marcus as soon as she was able, with little patience for being put in her least favorite position despite the supposed necessity of it. One man had already died because of her that day, something that only weighed more heavily on her mind, after having her suppression cracked by the ball. All of the voices talking at once, while motions played across the floor and lights flickered like unstable stars across the corners of her vision. Even the scents of food wanted to overwhelm her, but found no grip through her abiding form. They couldn't be allowed, while it was her duty to take care of the guests.

There was little she could do herself, to secure the ball's safety, whether through personal presence or the command of guards, for it was all contained in the one room. It was a waiting game for the most part, something she'd become quite used to over the years, but that gave no comfort. It was hers to strike out against people who would attack the island's citizens, not to check the food for poisoning. There could have been Moreno's spies lurking around the guests, which was an unsettling thought, but she was certain the guards would have frisked the guests.

Unless the spy was a member of Sword themselves. Those paranoid thoughts had to go, but Gem was no longer around to pick up on them; she'd fled upon Oda's meeting with Marcus, presumably to find somebody else to pester or help the rest of the maids with catering. So the Adept weaved her way through the guests in a pattern, trying to find anything that looked suspicious, as always, and there was, as always. The sheer amount of young people in the Famiglia promised drama about relationships, but it wasn't Sword's job to settle domestic disputes.

That was what Oda comforted herself with, until she spotted Xoxaaa scurrying away from a tall man in an uncomfortable suit. Her first thought was concern for the young woman herself, but quickly changed to the fact that she was a member of Sword, and they apparently all needed to be on their guard for the Ball. Oda could have strolled over to Xoxaa and attempted to speak herself, but she seemed to need time to calm down from some sudden shock, as her hungry gaze ate everything at the food table.

The next best thing would be to confront the man that had offended Xoxaa somehow, which was likely an easy thing to do, considering her skittishness while chasing down the thief, but it was something that needed to be resolved, before any further problems arose. Oda swiftly worked her way through the crowds of Ball attendees, making sure that her sheathed sword would not hit anyone along the way, until she came to stand before Adam, dressed in her military coat and uniform as always.

"Good evening," Oda greeted Adam cordially, meeting his gaze firmly to not breed some sense of confidence. She knew little of the Apprentice, except for the apparent hullabaloo he caused preceding his blessing to join the Famiglia, but given that he'd apparently turned the case around, she would need to be firm before such confidence arose here. "You seem to have provoked one of the Sword Apprentices." She said, with a brief gesture to the food table where Xoxaa found sanctuary. "If you would, I'd like you to explain what occurred, so we can settle the matter appropriately."
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Xoxaa catches the man's glance just as he began speaking, causing her to jump ever so slightly but not as much as she normally would. It was only a matter of time. after all. She already had an attractive, curvy body, but it's only made more evident with her dress squeezing her large bosom, making it puff a bit out of her dress. While it's very embarrassing, there's not much she could do about it, since she had forgotten to obtain attire for the event herself and had to borrow clothes.

"So, you trying to avoid people too then?" he asks, his voice considerably more friendly than she anticipated for a large, intimidating man that is he, even smiling a little, perhaps for finding another of like mind, at least in regards to what he spoke of. "I am not a fan of these social gatherings myself. I find all the formalities such a drag."

The girl responds slowly, but nonetheless drifts her gaze up to meet his... sort of, as she still didn't want to make eye contact with him or anyone else, and gave him a crooked smile, but one of agreement. "I hear you. It's sort of intimidating too, and kind of lonely when you don't have anyone to hang out with. But at least it has comfort food!"

Her commentary on the food causes her smile to widen, warmness brought to her over the thought of the food before them. In the madness of the ball's commotion and the aggravating background music that assaults her senses nonstop, she can still find solace in the food table, reaching for a paper cup and dispensing some red juice into her cup before bringing it up to her lips and sipping the contents of the whole cup in a few big gulps before placing the cup back down on the table, satisfied as she licks her lips in pleasure. Her eyesight is drawn back to the man before her, walking closer to him while examining the food closer to his side of the table and looking around the table for the next victim for her digestive acids. Being of like mind, the man observes the focus of her sight on the food on the table, and decides to make a suggestion.

"You should try those. They are really good," he declares, directing the girl's sight to the platter of food he spoke of.

"Oh, that looks good! I'll try it," she replies, her stomach doing the talking as her right hand reaches out for the food item he told her about, picking one up and drawing it up to her mouth for consumption.

With a few quick bites and a loud gulping noise, the food couldn't hope to stave off the hunger of the young woman who made swift work of the food. "Mmmm! That is good! I think I'll take a few more..."

Xoxaa reaches for the platter once again, this time scooping a pile of the scrumptious food item onto a paper plate she pulled out of a pile elsewhere on the table, placing the food on the plate and brings the plate back to the edge of the table where she is to gorge herself on the delicacy before her, making quick work of the food.
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Adam jumped at Xoxaa's outburst as she told him to leave her alone and stormed away. He thought about apologizing, but he wasn't sure what she'd do if he pursued her, so he decided to wait for another opportunity, when she would be less aggravated. He was feeling worse than before, now. He drooped his head and jammed his hands in his pockets, thinking of all the places he'd rather be than where he was now. Though, he wasn't quite so lucky that he would catch a break, and was acosted by a woman wearing a military uniform. He knew that she came to him because of something he did, though he wasn't exactly sure of what it was that he did.

"Good evening," she started. Adam's expression remained unchanged, and he felt a small amount of fear spark in him. It reminded him of the incident not too long ago that involved him being involved in a murder case. That day, the members of Sword greeted him in much the same way this woman did now. Their words were polite and cordial, but they were paradoxically aggressive and stern in their intent; it's a deceptive bit that Adam slightly envied, but it was one that also made him cringe.

"You seem to have provoked one of the Sword Apprentices." She continued, with a brief gesture to where the priestess. "If you would, I'd like you to explain what occurred, so we can settle the matter appropriately." Adam's eyes shot open in shock. He was in trouble for that? No, no he was jumping to conclusions, and he knew this...but...what if he were to have fun with the whole situation? What if, rather than trying to comfort and socialize with the priestess, he did something more sinister?

"Well, officer," He started, bearing a grin. "I noticed a cute coed in this direction. She seemed a little lonely, so I walked over and comforted her as any gentleman would." He put his back against the wall and his hands behind his head. "Well, 'comforted' may be a little too mild. I 'dropped a few lines on her', complimented her figure and the like. Y'know, the normal stuff." He looked in Illiphia's direction. "Seems she was a bit too fickle, though, and she ran off with rather piercing words. Heck, I probably hurt more than she did." He put on a fake pouting face and moved closer to Oda. He pointed to his heart and said, "It hurt; I felt it right here." He poked at his chest a few times. "Right. Here."

He moved back to the wall and put his hands back behind his head. For an improvised performance, that was pretty eccentric. "So, what is it about the matter that we have to settle?"
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Focus, Alex thought to himself.

In a flash, he slashed his sword at the tree in front of him. It made splinters fly and left a gash on the bark of the tree. He frowned. This was not how he wanted it to be. He tried again. Closing his eyes, he mustered all the physical and mental energy he could get. His grandfather had once told him that the strongest blow you can get to an opponent is one built from both physical and mental strength. He focused more, breathing in and out evenly. Suddenly, he released the energy, swinging his sword towards the tree. It went through this time, but stopped after it was a quarter through it. Alex pulled out his sword and let out a sigh.

It had only been a few months since he has received his Arcana. It had also been only a few months since his grandfather had died. He still couldn't get his power right. Supposedly, he was able to remove and manipulate other people's memories, yet he can't do so at will. It happens occasionally, whenever he gets jittery, or in trouble, but it's always by accident. He learned that he was also able to do something else. His voice. Something changed about it ever since he received The Emperor. One could hear authority in it, as if Alex was commander of something when in fact, he was nothing but a 17 year-old boy.

"A 17 year-old boy who could use a sword better than most people ,"he told himself smugly. "I am a Grant. I am not just a 17 year-old boy. I am a 17 year-old Grant."

He laughed victoriously in the air, showing off to anyone who could see him, although no one was probably there. He was deep in the forest, beside a crystal clear lake. He usually goes here to meditate and train. Being new to the Famiglia, he wasn't really close to anyone yet. He also disliked the way their sector leader, Ari, trains him. So he chooses to hide out here where he can train alone. When he tests out his Arcana, however, he walks around the town, scouring for "test subjects." He prefers old people. Since they usually forget stuff by nature, he figured that removing a part of their memory would be a snap. Even so, he has never successfully done it.

He sheated his sword back and looked at his watch. His eyes widened.

"Oh snap," he said before running back to the mansion. "Oh gods, I can't be late."

He ran as fast as he could, jumping and dodging any obstacle he passed. He had already memorized the path to the lake and back, but using that path would take too long, so he had to improvise. He turned left. Then right. He kept his speeding through the forest. Up ahead, he could already see the harbor. He ran faster. Fortunately, Alex had gone through enough physical exercise for him to run far distances without getting too exhausted. As soon as he stepped out of the forest, he made a sharp turn to the right, only to bump into another person. Alex fell back on his bottom while the other guy flew a small distance towards the opposite direction.

"Owww," he said as he rubbed his hips. He stood up and started walking towards the man he bumped into.

"Sorry, dude. I'm kind of in a hurry, and..." then his eyes focused on the bag that the man was holding. It was slightly open, and inside, Alex saw money. The guy was starting to wake up. He rubbed his head and his eyes slowly opened. As soon as the other guy saw Alex, he stood up and pulled out a knife.

"Whoa there," Alex said as he held his hands up in "surrender"

"Don't come anywhere near me!" the other guy said. He bent down and picked up his bag before cautiously making his way around Alexander.

Obviously, the guy had done something wrong. Alex could definitely see that. And the fact that he had commited a crime on the island of Regalo told either one of these things about him: he knew exactly what he was doing, or he was a complete idiot from another place who doesn't know how things worked around the island. To be safe, Alex assumed it was the former, even though it was clear that the other guy was shaking in his boots. Alex took a step towards the man.

"Back off! I'm not afraid to kill you!" the man threatened Alex.

"Really now," Alex said with a smirk. He took a step towards the man.

The man came charging. With his knife in the air, he ran towards Alex. Even though he expected this, he was still caught in surprise. When the man attempted to slash at him with the knife, he sidestepped, barely missing the knife blade. Alex backed off a few meters away from the man, who was now looking at him with red crazed eyes.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?" Alex told the man, who ignored him and, yet again, charged.

This time, Alex drew his sword. He stood firmly and held his sword in front of him with both hands. He began thinking of strategies. So many possibilities came into mind. The man slashed at his chest, but he stepped back at just the right moment to dodge it. The man kept slashing at him while he just dodged his attacks. During this time, Alex was already concocting a plan. He couldn't kill the man. He has never killed a person in his whole life, and he doesn't look forward to doing it one day. Taking the bag of money wouldn't be enough as well. He had to get this guy caught. Meanwhile, the man continued charging at Alex with his knife.

This guy sure has a temper, he thought to himself, and this gave him an idea.

He rolled away from the attacking person. He confronted the man with his sword, parrying his small knife with a long blade. Alex could've easily made the knife fly away from the man's hand, but he had a plan. He took a quick step to the right and grabbed the bag of money from the man's back. He took many steps back and held the bag in his hand.

"Want this? Come get it," he taunted, before running towards a stack of crates. He jumped behind it and looked for something. Something long, something that could hold the man. Then he found what he was looking for. A rope. He stepped out of the stack and got ready to confront the man, but what he found was...nothing. The man was gone.

Suddenly, the man appeared from behind the same stack of crates he had hid behind. This time, the man slashed Alex' right arm and the boy wasn't able to dodge it. The sleeve of his shirt got torn and he developed a long cut on his right arm, blood staining the white shirt.

"Aaaagh!" he screamed in pain, then he looked at the man with eyes full of hatred.

"Drop. Your. Weapon." Alex said in an authoritative force.

The man's left eye twitched, then he obeyed. He dropped his knife and stood straight. Alex would've found this amusing, but he wasn't in the mood for amusement. Instead, he walked over to the man, dropping the rope he'd just found and forgetting about his plan. Soon, he was face-to-face with the man. The man was struggling to take control. Like he was telling himself, "why are you doing this?". Alexander Grant kept a stern face.

"You were just about to report yourself to the authorities," he told the man.

"But-"

His voice was cut short when Alex held the tip of his sword to the man's throat.

"Y-yes," he replied.

Then Alex did something he didn't expect to do. He stared into the man's eyes and he saw himself go inside his mind. He saw the man when the man saw Alex after he had ran into him. He heard the man's thoughts during that time. Alex also learned what the man had done. He had stolen from the island's vault.

"Where are the others?" the man thought to himself as he desperately tried to hide from the police. Then, he bumped into another guy. Alex. The thief panicked. He knew that it was way past their deadline and something must’ve happened to his comrades. He resorted to brute force. There was no escape, he was telling himself. If I’m gonna go down, I’m gonna go down fighting.

A noble act used wrongly, Alex told himself. Was this how all criminals thought? Was this the disoriented sense of justice that criminals believed in?

Alex sought to change that memory. He focused his mind to what he wanted the man to remember, and it went like this: The man walked into the harbor, looking for the police. He had decided to return the money and go to jail without a fight. That simple. Alex pushed the memory of the battle earlier back where his mind could no longer touch it. After he was satisfied of his work, he got pulled out of the man's mind and he found himself in reality. The man had fallen asleep.

"That was definitely cool," he said after realizing that he had just used his Arcana. To be safe, he tied the sleeping man in a smudgeon.

He looked at his watch again and got more worried. He bolted away from the man and away from the harbor. He saw a police not far from the harbor so he decided to report everything that had just happened.

"Greetings, officer. There's a thief tied in the harbor. He'll tell you everything," Alex said before running off again.

"On it. What the? Hey wait! Your right arm! It's-" but the police was already too far for Alex to hear him.

He ran and ran and ran. The mansion was in sight now. He picked up speed and swept past everything in his path. As soon as he arrived inside the mansion, he went straight to the Grand Hall, not even bothering to change clothes anymore. He opened the large oak doors of the hall and inside he saw his fellow Famiglia members, all dressed formally and attractively, while he, Alexander Grant, was dressed in a blue vest adorned with royal gold outline markings over a long-sleeved white polo, with its right sleeve torn and stained with blood. He walked around the room, avoiding contact with anyone. He hid behind one of the columns and awaited the Papa's announcement.
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