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The entry hall of Lioncourt's castle is a vast, gothic thing, with deep burgundy tapestries on the walls and matching carpet underfoot. The precisely-fitted masonry has been polished within an inch of its life, the dark stone gleaming sullenly in the insistently cheery light of the newly-installed electric lamps.

Within the high arches of the surrounding baulaustrades, two women intone the same spell, matching each other's cadence: A pale girl, looking little older than a child, and a tall, red-haired woman with serious slate-grey eyes.

As the last syllable fades, twin portals shimmer into existence: the first multiversal party in the Many Worlds is officially underway!

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poll_the_stars

A woman in a long, simple black dress steps through the gate. This seems to be a theme for her - black hair, a black masquerade themed mask covering half of her face, black practical shoes. Her hair's up, with dark flowers just barely distinguishing themselves from the hair surrounding them. Certain people might recognize her anyway.

(This is crazy, she is crazy, she has gone absolutely bonkers, why did she decide to come here, why? There are bloody assassins out to kill her!)

But the potential gains from meeting people at this party... She couldn't resist. But she was careful. She's near impossible to recognize by sight alone. She has defenses, she has her knife, the flowers in her hair double as drug laced weaponry for her plant craft that'll knock out a person twice her size in under ten seconds. She has full mp, permanency on all of her protection spells, and the ability to gate out the minute things look even a little questionable. She can avoid Prism.

Inavet takes a deep breath, and says, "Hello."

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kaolinandbone

Lioncourt blinks, then makes a small shooing motion at the unfamilar woman. Miles' saving her life only goes so far. "You're quite welcome to join us, but if you wish to do so in your current state..." Her eyes flick to the flowers in Inkspot's hair. "I need you to agree to the following: In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, you will swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident."

Edited Date: 2015-06-09 02:11 am (UTC)

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poll_the_stars

Her mouth twitches. "I apologize for the current state. I've become paranoid. Am I allowed to defend myself as non harmfully as possible if it er. Happens to come up?"

From:

kaolinandbone

Lioncourt nods. "That's perfectly alright: the same form of exception has already been made for some similarly cautious guests. Be aware, however, that if you 'defend yourself' too vigorously, the magic may choose to return you to your own world rather abrubtly."

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poll_the_stars

"That is fine. If other people are in immediate physical danger, may I defend them in a similarly as-non-harmful-as-possible manner? I am likely one of the more capable ones of managing it if something happens. But I'm not going to instigate anything."

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kaolinandbone

Lioncourt shrugs. "I doubt that you could be as effective in that capacity as those already acting as security for the event, but if you wish, you may so enlist yourself. I accept your oath. Please, enjoy the party."