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Post by Anreal McKenzie on Feb 23, 2012 20:50:36 GMT 1
When Bem approached them Anreal smiled at him and nodded her head in recognition of his status.
One day both he and she would be the heads of state to two of the most powerful kingdoms left on earth, it was a real honor for them to be at a gala in New York.
"Prince T'chui, it's very good to see you again."
Then Anneliese introduced her companion for the night. A boy by the name of Carl, he seemed a bit out of place here but then again this was a hodge podge party, every one was out of place here.
"It's very nice to meet you Carl, I'm sure Anneliese is keeping you entertained?" The not so little any more Princess smiled.
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Post by Serina von Doom on Feb 24, 2012 19:00:43 GMT 1
"Perfectly entertaining." Serina answered, her smile showing that she was sincere. "I actually wanted to meet you personally Ms. Stark. I was so amazed to hear that you are practically running your father's company nowadays. It's always such a strong tale when a woman can take up arms and lead with the best of them. Such a shame that we still live in a male world."she said, laughing slightly.
Her eyes moved over to the tall man beside Stark. He was dressed in a rather odd ensemble but Serina took it in stride. Giving a respectful nod she turned back to Vincent. "If it would be no trouble, I would love to have a lunch date with you before I go back home. I have things in the works and I would love to have your opinion. I can bring all the papers on the subject if you would like." she finished, pulling a card with her name and hotel number on it. Offering it to Vincent she gave another warm smile.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Mar 1, 2012 22:07:11 GMT 1
Vincent took the card and smiled back. "Lunch would be wonderful, I'll give you a call with some days I'm available."
Usually she'd have her PA call, but one didn't get an offer to have lunch with royalty every day.
She tucked the card into the clutch she was carrying and reached for a glass of champagne from a passing tray.
"How long will you be in New York, majesty, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Post by Black Death on Mar 5, 2012 0:01:10 GMT 1
The alluring man dressed as Zorro causally walked by the myriad of people; gracefully, almost floating towards the refreshment tables. He tucked his cane under his arm and tips his hat down slightly, keeping his eyes and mask in shadow. He took up a glass of champaign before noticing a woman standing on the right of him.
She was alone and seemed to be in thought about something distressing. The expressions on her face took his interest, what was this woman thinking? Was she concerned that she was without an arm to escort her tonight or was it a different matter entirely? He was on the hunt for just the right woman to be his date for the evening, as he had not brought his own. Stepping over to her, he took a subtle bow towards her and spoke soft and romantically with his Spanish accent.
“Good evening Senora. Quite an event this is! Please forgive me, but spite my curiosity, may I inquire as to where your gentleman caller might be? As it is quite loutish to leave such a lovely dame, such as yourself, standing here all by her lonesome.” He said with a concerned expression. Before she could answer he spoke again.
“Or might I be quick to portray, that you without a suitor? It would be outlandish to think such, a breath taking moonlight flower standing singled out. But I must be mistaken in both matters. Please excuse my interruption.” He said nodding to her again. “A pleasant evening to you.” He said and turned to take his leave.
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Post by Carl Kent on Mar 21, 2012 16:46:34 GMT 1
Carl had stepped forwards a little as the two approached and made their introductions to Anneliese and then himself. Not quite sure what to do he bowed his head polietly and gave a weak smile,
"Your Highness...Your Highness..."
He bowed to them both feeling somewhat stupid but not really having any idea how to address the two complete strangers infront of him who just happened to be royalty. He listened to them talk and kept quiet for the moment not wanting to interrupt what could have been described as a conversation taking part between friends rather than a supermodel and two royal dignitaries. It was almost like people familiar with each other...
He felt Anneliese squeeze his arm again as they spoke and he gave another smile, clearing his throat quietly to himself and then offering his hand,
"Its an honour to meet you both, How are you enjoying the gala?"
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Post by Bem T'Chui on Mar 21, 2012 18:57:43 GMT 1
"It is fine I suppose, though betwixt us four here, I'd rather be fighting Kiber , his guards, and the new Man-Ape than share air with the heirs of Von Doom..." Bem said as he firmly shook Carl's hand glaring beyond him at where Serina stood. He could tell she was a Doom... his nose rarely betrayed him. She reeked of Latveria. He suddenly wished his intelligence researchers had not missed out on that SHIELD call.
His mother nor his aunt would be very pleased with him if he allowed his anger or his personal vendetta to get the best of him. He quickly made apologies. "Yet those are thoughts and battles for another day I suppose.... If you will excuse me, I think I shall go find some fresh air." After nodding in Serina's direction and briefly glancing at Anreal, Bem stepped away from the small group where he was soon lost in the throngs of attendees.
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Post by Flameshadow on Mar 23, 2012 2:59:32 GMT 1
Jamie was holding a cup full of drink and she looked towards the man who addressed her. it was true that she didn't come here with a date and this man seem to want to take her out towards the dance floor. She watched as he was just about to walk away from her and she walked towards him and place her hand towards him " Wait sir i don't mind some Company "She placed her drink down the table. She felt something about this man was very interesting to her and she gave him a bright smile.
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Post by Evangeline Walker on Mar 23, 2012 4:52:11 GMT 1
Holding up the piece of paper and examining it for probably the fiftieth time, Evangeline mentally went over the items on the list and sighed. It was insane how she could be invited, yes invited, to the Commissioner’s Ball event and still expected to take care of a few "technical things that would otherwise create a terrible eyesore for the guests". Yes, it was nice to have snow fall from the ceiling without requiring equipment or fake snow along with a few other things; however, Evangeline was also a guest and, as a result, figured that placing some extra stress on her with an introduction of magic to her night was just as important as making other guests not endure some chemically created, frozen precipitation. She might have resisted and said "no" to that part of the deal, but, still being seventeen and under the guidance and care of her mother, Nimue Inwudu’s wishes were still the major directional force in her life. Since the Madame has requested, no, demanded, that her daughter comply, what else was she supposed to do? The sorceress dropped her arm back to her side and let a prolonged sigh escape her lips before turn her attention from a streetlight to the ally adjacent to her current position. With the way that she had dressed and the fact that she had arrived by bike, Evangeline could easily assume, if not know for a fact, that the front of the hotel was not an option at all. Honestly, how could a girl expect to be admitted to a high profile event like this without at least dressing properly and showing up via reasonable transportation? Even though she had to do the magic thing and was technically invited, the young sorceress decided she would be rebellious in her appearance because, in her eyes, it was completely necessary to state her dissatisfaction in some way, shape or form. What was the likelihood that event coordinator would actually catch her or care for that matter? And mingling with the crowds? While Evangeline was a regular practitioner of social life, hanging in the midst of a bunch of people in a semi-crowded room wasn’t her idea of fun socializing. Evangeline gave a stray cat a simple nod as she entered the alleyway and made her way towards the hotel's external kitchen entrance. She had managed to have a little chat with the head supervisor of the kitchen, who seemed understanding of her situation, and was given access to the kitchen for both moving in and out of the party as well as food or beverages throughout the night—yes, the supervisor was particularly gracious when he had heard the young girl's story. With all of that sorted out and a few greetings to the kitchen staff, Evangeline weaved her way through the kitchen, in between people and carts and appliances before reaching the double doors that would give her access to a hallway outside of the ballroom and a few other party attractions. From there, she would find the someplace to chill until she was cued. In which case, she needed a vantage point. "Evangeline."Just turning the corner, the young woman had already heard her name? Seriously? Okay. No need to worry, right? There was a reasonable chance that there was someone else named Evangeline who was also in the same hallway, right? Evangeline was a pretty common name… maybe. Not to mention that it had to be close to impossible to tell it was her from the back; she should have looked like any other teenage girl dressed in jeans and a t-shirt who was a bit on the tall side and walked with a certain caution. The nymph continued at her regular pace in the opposite direction of the voice, praying that the person also named Evangeline had been someone else and the only person that she would have to really worry about was herself for the evening—okay, maybe the hotel’s various bakers and confectioners—and the people who were expecting a snow and light show on two separate occasions. "Eva."Chatter and footsteps could be heard for a moment before... "Evangeline Tegan Morw—"Feeling an arm grab her elbow and tug her backward lightly, the teenager twirled effortlessly on her heel and turned to face her beckoner… Her mother. For a woman who had lost her eyesight decades ago due to intentional blinding, Madame Xanadu was quite talented in the art of find people. And, more specifically, finding her daughter at the most insignificant times. While Evangeline was always one to entertain the idea of evading her mother at all costs and doing her own thing, the thought of slipping from the Madame’s grasp and running as far away as possible had definitely crossed Evangeline’s mind; however, the idea of running away from a blind woman didn’t quite seem right in the teenaged brain she possessed—well, that and the fact that she would probably call more attention to herself than needed. Raising a simple eyebrow and staring into her mother’s blank eyes, Evangeline spoke. ”Yes mother? I wasn’t expecting you here with your condition and all, but what is it?”Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, waiting for a reply from her guardian, Evangeline took the time to really evaluate the possible outcomes of this conversation. It was something that she tended to do whenever unexpected things happened and the results were bound to be unsavory. From what she could imagine and what she honestly figured was going to happen, there were three or so options. [1] Her mother had showed up to find her and tell her that she was hereby released of her duties because she, as in the Madame, was able to attend of her own strength and properly represent herself. [2] The Madame was here to inform her beloved daughter that there was some mayhem going on elsewhere that required her services and, therefore, relieved her of these party ones. A little worse, right? Or [3] Evangeline was to attend this party in the manner that was agreed upon, except there was a need for a change in demeanor because she, as in Evangeline, was indeed supposed to be present on the ballroom floor and not hiding away somewhere. Those sounded like pretty sound options, all of which were ranging from what Evangeline wanted to hear to what was likely to be heard. "You know how easy it is to poof out of one place without people noticing. Anyway, what are you wearing darling? This is a formal party and not one of your wild college ones where anything goes. You should fix that. ...Wait... Weren't you supposed to meet a friend here tonight anyway?"[/color] Her smile was one of the most genuine Evangeline had seen in a long time, especially since the incident with the library and being hospitalized for... how long was it now? Normally, the smugness of her mother's comment and the fact that the smile placed neatly on her face accompanied the same tone as her comments would have sent Evangeline into a teenaged internal rage that would have her saying nothing but horrible things about her mother, thought-wise of course. However, there was something that had struck her. The last part to be exact. She actually was supposed to meet someone. No, no. It wasn't a date of the escorting type; it was a good friend who apparently hadn't really been introduced to this kind of atmosphere, at least not on Earth, and was hoping for a little guidance. A formal party etiquette wing-woman if you will. At least, that was how Evangeline summed it up in the grand scheme of things. Glancing at her mother and returning a not-as-genuine-as-the-original smile, the nymph sorceress nodded a few times to indicate that she, indeed, was supposed to have met someone and probably should have taken the initiative to wear something a little more appropriate—although, it did escape her as to why her mother thought that college parties didn't have a dress code and were inherently wild whenever she mentioned them in conversation. It was just wrong to assume that he daughter always partook in the crazy college stereotype that conveyed itself on television, in movies, and through other media outlets. Not every college student was like that. Not every college party was like that. Evangeline wasn't like that. "Crap. I forgot. Hopefully she hasn't been waiting too long. I'm gonna head out then, okay? Have fun... I guess."[/b] The young woman turned on her heel as best as she could wearing Converse, scuffing the tile floor in the process, gave her mother a half attentive wave, even though the Madame wouldn't have been able to see it anyway, and took off for the nearest bathroom she could find. While Evangeline hadn't been a star runner in her high school days and wasn't planning to change that during her college career, she didn't managed to keep a steady pace for a few moments and found a bathroom that would suit her purposes. Changing. It was essential, if she really was going to spend her night on the ballroom floor mingling with the rich and the [in]famous, that she look the part. Was she going to go above and beyond on the whole "looking the part" requirement? Uh, no. Simplicity was the one thing that she would consider her friend tonight. That and the person she was planning to meet up with. .=.=.=.=.=.=.=. From what could be heard outside and the fact that there was quite a bit of activity in the hallway that the old and new generation Inwudus were standing in, the party hadn't quite started up yet and wouldn't for a good five or so minutes. The servers were probably lined up against the walls of the ballroom and preparing themselves for the assault of hands and superfluous conversations that would be going on. The cooks in the kitchen, as Evangeline was well aware, were working away at the various hor d'oeuvres and mini desserts that were to be introduced by the servers. Then, of course, you had the actual mayor and his staff. All of them were probably preparing to enter on the small stage off to the right side and officially kick start the festivities. Of course, when that happened, there was supposed to be a little magic involved. Sauntering into the ballroom with a pretty simple masque placed neatly over the top half of her face and the rest of her newly magicked dress and accessories draped or fitted on the rest of her body, Evangeline slid off her coat after taking a few steps into the crowd and made it disappear into thin air with just a simple word. The young woman played with her masque for a few seconds, reminding herself to keep an eye out for her friend, before making a quick glance over at the servers starting to line the walls and over at the small stage. It was going to be a long night. There was something deep down in her cross-dimensional perceiving soul that hinted her to it. The only question was: Would she avoid going crazy? Oh, and were they serving ginger ale or something instead of alcoholic drinks for those underaged? |
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Post by Anreal McKenzie on Mar 26, 2012 5:52:16 GMT 1
Anreal watched as Bem walked away, then returned her attention to Carl and Anne.
"I'm sure you'll be able to fogive the abruptness of his highness." The girl said with a tight smile. "Men of Wakanda often speak their minds openly, and ladies of Atlantis often die of thirst on land."
The princess of Atlantis placed her hand on Carl's for a moment and tilted her head ever so slightly, her tight smile still in place. "Would you please oblige me Mr. Kent and fetch drinks for Ms. Grayson and I?"
The princess of Atlantis waited hoping that Carl would take her not so hidden cue as she felt the need to speak with her team mate about official Titans business for a moment concerning the VonDooms.
In the super human community every one expected the VonDooms to follow in their father's footprints, and with Bor's resent take over of Serbia it was only a matter of time before they got cocky and started with other countries.
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Post by niko on Mar 26, 2012 23:46:53 GMT 1
Her father and mother had actually gotten an invitation to this Gala thing. Neither of them could attend of course, but Grace wasn't here to take their place. No, SHIELD was here to provide security for the event. There would be many foreign dignitaries attending, requiring the extra security measures. Grace doubted that anything would happen- even if villains were to attend (which it was more than likely they would)- there were so many heroes around that it would be practically suicide for them to try anything. Luckily (or not, Grace hadn't decided yet), SHIELD had decided that any security would be on the down low, so to speak. There were no SHIELD uniforms in sight, and the SHIELD agents were dressed as if they were there to simply attend the ball. Grace had gone for a simple black dress, paired with blue accessories that matched her hair- which she didn't dye, just pulled up into a French Twist. Anyone who knew her or her father would instantly know who she was, but it was easy to simply say that she was here because her parents were involved in some off-world matter. Grace made her way through the crowd, looking about curiously. In reality, she was scanning the room, using the newest bit of SHIELD technology called an Iris Camera, or iris-cam for short. It was a small camera on top of a contact that was shaded perfectly to to match the specific SHIELD agent's eyes. The iris-cam she wore was recording everything, and several SHIELD agents were watching the feeds from not only her iris-cam, but the ones that the other SHIELD agents wore as well. They were all watching for any potential threats. Grace walked past a group of teenagers, quickly glancing over at them before moving on. Face recognition technology in her Iris-cam quickly identified them all for her- Princess Anreal McKenzie of Atlantis, Carl Kent (a photographer for the Daily Planet), Anneliese Grayson, Bem T'Chui of Wakanda. She continued forwards, pausing for a moment to get a glass of champagne from a passing waiter before moving on. It was normally advisable to *not* drink when on an assignment, but her healing factor guaranteed that she wouldn't be impaired- and it was best to at least try to blend in. She made her way slowly through the ballroom, having long since decided that, although tonight would almost certainly be boring, it would be a nice change of pace from her usual SHIELD assignments. Hopefully, no one would attempt to blow her up tonight, at least. She certainly had more than enough of that to last for a lifetime. Wearing: this
Tag: Too many to list~
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Post by Black Death on Apr 8, 2012 0:52:57 GMT 1
As predicted, the young woman stepped after him. As he seemed to be the only one of interest in her, of course she would take interest in him. Not to mention the dark hero symbol he gave off with his Zorro like outfit. A slight and almost dark smile arose on his face as he heard the footsteps behind him and he stopped suddenly. Memories of his past came forth.
He remembered his wife and how she fell madly for him, he remembered as his subtle deceptions. He played the part of a romantic gentleman well. It was a shame that his heart was black and the love in his eyes was secretly a shameful lust. His dark intentions, only showing as a glimmer of alluring mystery in his dark brown eyes. He places his cane lower to his side and slowly turned halfway to meet her gaze as she followed him.
“Ah, it would be my pleasure to accompany such a beautiful blossom as yourself. Are you sure you have no suitor?” He said and tipped his hat up slightly as she smiled. He clapped, called forth a host, who took his cane and his coat and then he turned to her, dashing his cape. He took a moment to take in her presence.
“If I may, would you accompany me in a dance?” he put out his hand towards her. “It would honor me.” He smiled slightly and bowed to her.
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Post by Carl Kent on Apr 26, 2012 23:42:58 GMT 1
Carl tried to keep smiling as they spoke, noticing how they kept glancing in the direction of one woman in particular, a dazzling woman with jet black hair who was currently engaged in conversation with Miss Stark and the Mayor. While it was something to be in the company of the two Royal Highnesses, when Bem left to get some fresh air Carl got the distinct impression there was a lot of hidden tension in the air between a number of the guests.
Anreal's not to subtle hint would have been an insult if Carl hadn't been looking for a way to get out of the spotlight for a few minutes. Even though they had cleared the doorway and its army of photographers outside there were still people gving him funny looks as he stood with Anneliese so close to him.
He gave a polite bow and forced a smile from behind his phantom mask,
"It would be my pleasure your Highness, Miss Grayson"
He turned and moved through the crowds, heading for on of the many bars set up throughout the whole event...
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Post by Anneliese Grayson on Apr 28, 2012 22:07:07 GMT 1
Anneliese sighed as Anreal basically got rid of her date for a few minutes in the nicest yet most obvious way possible. Really, was it selfish of her to want to enjoy one night without having to talk secretively about someone or something? One night to be...well, not normal, because normal people didn't get invited here, but to not be a hero, just to be a girl?
"Anreal, this isn't the time or place to discuss the subject of the Von Dooms. Right now, they're guests, influential ones at that." She stated quietly, a perfectly natural smile on her face. No one would guess the subject matter from her. "Bem's just lucky he didn't get more noticed the way he practically threw a temper tantrum there. One wrong word and it'll get out that him or you have a grudge against the Von Dooms and suddenly, everyone will be insistent there's shady dealings or bad blood between Latveria and Wakanda or Atlantis." She explained, glancing over at her date as he made his way to the bar.
"Right now, your an Ambassador for Atlantis and an Ambassador needs to appear completely impartial. Avoid Miss Von Doom if you can, but don't show hostility. She's not done anything tonight to make a scene about, so you'll be the one looking bad." She sighed, smoothing her dress a little. "I'm not being mean, I just don't want you to do something that will reflect badly on you or your people. We're at a party. We're not Titan's right now." She glanced around again, as if simply scanning the party. "Now I need to go. If we're seen alone too much, someone may suspect me being Nightstar." She touched the Princesses arm. "Just try to enjoy yourself Anreal, and unless something happens, forget your a hero for tonight." With that, Anneliese was off in a cool wave of lace and orange blossom scented shampoo, hips swaying slightly with each step, cool and confident.
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Post by Anreal McKenzie on Apr 30, 2012 15:26:32 GMT 1
Anreal waited for Anne to finish her little speech, and when she finished the girl sighed.
"I wanted to know how you were dealing with this..." It was no secret one of the Von Doom goons had attacked Anne last year when that Warlock attacked the titans tower.
It made Anreal a bit peevish that the girl had been so short with her when she'd only been concerned for her friend being in such close quarters with a member of the group who so openly attacked her.
The princess of Atlantis felt her shoulders sag slightly and looked around to find some one else to talk to, suddenly she felt so out of place like a wall flower no one wanted to be around.
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Post by Barda on Jul 17, 2012 2:30:47 GMT 1
Barda was the next to arrive, wearing a simple if elegant formal dress of black, the jewels in her earrings were a red that matched her lipstick and her hair was tied up into a fancy bun. Her mask, which was proper porcelain, was a perfect bright white, covering the top half of her face. Vines of black ran around its edge. Truth be told she felt rather odd, she couldn't help but feel very on display. Being very tall and noticeable was nothing knew, Barda had put up with that all her life but it was a bit different this time. She wasn't all that sure why just yet.
Her height did provide her with a vantage point however and Barda quickly spotted Eva, her hot date for the evening. With a burst of quick, small steps she closed the distance. "Eva! Eva! Evageline!" she called, hoping to get her attention discreetly. "I'm here~" |
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