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This one is like really really old that i never posted es jim in daylight armor
Really excited for wizards
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[ Ethereal Ball 2020 info post ]
ASK MEMES
Give my muse something to eat or drink...
Champagne: Imported from the western shores of the Adrestrian Empire, the school purchases 70 bottles of this stuff well in advanced for this day alone. The bartenders are under strict orders not to offer any student more than one glass.
Sparkling Water: Fresh spring water that has been magically carbonated. Served with a squeeze of lime or a dash of one of the many fruit syrups available at the bartender's disposal.
Coffee: More specifically, a mocha brewed with Almyran coffee beans and Dagdan chocolate and served with hot milk. A sweeter variation of the drink taking Fódlan by storm.
Tea: Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Clever students bring their own tea.
Water: The liquid of life, the quencher of thirst. Served in crystalline glasses. And what's more dramatic than throwing water at someone's face!
Spaghetti and meatball: A lovers' portion of freshly-made spaghetti cooked in the monastery's famous tomato sauce. The titular, singular meatball sits in the center, waiting for one lucky person to have their lover roll it to them with their nose as an offering.
Sweet Bun Trio: A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.
Pomegranate: A newcomer to the Ethereal Ball's menu, a simple bowl of pomegranate seeds. No one in the staff is quite sure how these are supposed to be served, only that you better not spit the pits out on the floor!
Mint candy: For when your breath isn't as fresh as newly-fallen snow.
Interact with my muse...
send 💌to invite my muse to the Goddess Tower
send 👀to accidentally find my muse at the Goddess Tower
send 🏃to sneak off and explore the monastery together
send 👗to compliment my muse’s outfit
send 🚨for my muse to call the fashion police on your muse
send 👂to pass along a rumor your muse has heard about someone else
or make up your own!
Dance with my muse...
send 💃to ask my muse for a dance
send 🙇for my muse to ask yours for a dance
send 👯to teach my muse a new dance
send 😃for my muse to make your muse laugh with a silly dance
send 💫for our muses to get paired with each other in the middle of a dance
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» a moment’s respite
@amnesiac-pawn
Gerome needed to pause for a moment.
While he manages to participate in the ball to the best of his abilities... he needed to breathe. He fills too stiff in formal clothing, even if it didn’t vary from his usual ones. It was fortunate the monastery had ‘uniforms’ for formal occasions. He was never one for fashion anyway. That, and there was 1 of 20 familiar faces -- if not more -- in the crowd and while not pressured to socialize, it was self-imposed. Why stay, after all?
But he does promise to do so... in time. After this break, he promises. If he could just have a few minutes away from the merriment and be recharged by the peace that silence brings... then he can compose himself and go back.
So he goes out. Or attempts to, at least.
Just as he was about to exit the event area, he nearly bumps into a familiar face. Funny how in his attempt to find solace somewhere in this monastery, he finds him.
“...Morgan.” He greets him stiffly, looking beyond towards his escape route and then back to the shorter male. “Hello.”
#TOABall2020#ooc: im sorry i didnt give you much to work with djfnjdngdgd but henlo#support: m!morgan#thread: a moment's respite#amnesiacpawn#with you i'll never feel alone ( m!morgan )
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To say he’s been restless all evening is probably the biggest understatement he’ll ever make. Sylvain will deny that he’s been searching the crowd every opportunity he gets, even when those awful butterflies start fluttering in his stomach the moment he sees him in his own little space away from the crowd.
Well, he does have a promise to keep, even if he didn’t really make one.
“Hey,” he says as he settles into a spot near the wall next to Felix, “you took forever to find. How do you even keep doing that?”
#You take your eyes off him for one second#and POOF#he's gone.#ToABall2020#Felix mini#CHINHANDS#STARES LOVINGLY AT THEM
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continued from here | @thefetchingfletcher
"Maybe so," Hubert tentatively agreed. The coffee was still too sweet for his liking, but voicing that would be contrarian. And the last thing he wanted was someone questioning him about why he was drinking so much of it if he didn't even like it.
Some people preferred the champagne. Hubert chose the coffee to help him through the night.
Still, Leon's excitement coaxed out a smile despite the chocolate in his drink, and his eyes scanned the crowd for Celica and the others from Valentia as they were mentioned.
"Even for those of us who are well-acquainted with events like these, the monastery's arrangement has made this one distinctly unique." Although it wasn't exactly an answer to Leon's question about whether or not Hubert was enjoying the ball, it would be the closest he'd get. "But... it is a taste of Fódlan. I'm glad to hear that you and Lady Celica are enjoying yourselves."
He glanced down toward Leon, curiosity dispelling some of the brooding shadows from his face.
"Is that an invitation? I must warn you that I am not exactly practiced."
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Dance Practice
starter for @amnesiac-pawn
Chatter about the expected White Heron Cup continued to float about the monastery. Inigo did his best to hide his excitement, but even he couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed every time he word mention of the dance.
Or the rapid beat of his heart. Balls had no place during their time, and he’s fairly certain he’d remember attending one as a child. Even after the war, everyone’s focus turned to rebuilding.
Attending one would be a new experience, a normal experience. Inigo could use a little normalcy in his life at this point.
In the months leading up to this, he’d done his best to gather every scrap of information possible. Outfits, dances, traditions. Everything was in place now, with some help from Cynthia in regards to his clothes. And he’d have no trouble sweeping a lady off her feet and onto the dance floor. In theory, at least. Inigo rationalized that fancy elegant noble dancing was a far cry from his usual. And really, there was only girl worth asking to dance with.
Inigo shifted his weight and carefully considered his course of action. Staring at Morgan’s closed door wasn’t helping. The two always came to each other for advice; so what made this so different? Before he could keep second guessing himself, Inigo knocked on his little brother’s door.
“Hey, Morg! Can I come in? I, uh, I need your help. With something.” There would be no turning back from this. Strangely, the thought didn’t scare him as much as it once would have. About time he started growing up.
#LET'S GET DANCEY#[morgan: keep his eyes open for just one more day]#toaball2020#ball thread: dance practice
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Gentleman Lorenz Wants to Battle! [Sylvain & Lorenz]
TOA Ball Starter for @gallantgautier
There was something about the energy on the dance floor. The searching a crowd for the one you desire, the adrenaline as you made eye contact, the hammering of your heart and as you felt the irresistible pull-
“Sylvain.” Lorenz turned sharply on his heels, making a beeline for Sylvain once their eyes locked. He was dressed to the best House Gloucester could offer in a long purple tailcoat, a waistcoat embroidered with flowers, and a fresh red rose tucked in his buttonhole by his collar. Golden cufflinks, a court rapier at his side, immaculate appearance, and a demeanor that towered over most other men was a recipe for overconfidence.
“It’s time we settled this!” Lorenz held his head high and offered his hand, intent on leading as a fast tempo song began to play from the orchestra. “No art is the marking of a true gentleman more than dancing. Let’s see who’s really the best, hm?” He smiled coyly, eyes bright with a challenge and determination to win.
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Golden Days (Closed: Kana and Izana)
It was a sad thing to say that Kana was used to living his life without his parents around.
Despite the fact that Kana has spent more time with his parents in the few short years since the war’s end compared to every visit he received while living in his Deeprealm combined, it still felt almost natural to be left without their guidance. It was a wretched feeling, one that filled his soul with pain and made his gut twist in the most agonizing way when he thought too deeply about it, but this loneliness was an old, familiar friend that the little dragon wasn’t entirely keen on pushing away.
The Ethereal Ball helped him to forget. With everyone dressed to the nines—himself included, his kimono and matching haori glimmering with golden threads—and basking in the festivities, it was easy to lose himself in the light.
His senses were overwhelmed. All of the different foods, perfumes, and natural scents invaded his nose; the bright colors of everyone’s clothing mixed with the lights of the room hurt his eyes, just a bit; so many people speaking so loudly in the same area made his ears ring. Kana tried to tune it out, but as time went on, he found it harder and harder to focus. It was so unlike the balls he was used to at home, where there was normally one or two main styles of dress, and people were often quiet in their dialogue. Not this raucous screaming of teenagers living it up under the watchful eye of the goddess.
Kana adored it, but at the very same time, wanted nothing more than to slip away and imagine he was instead performing the traditional dances of his home than the dizzying spinning and fast-paced movements of his peers.
Silk-gloved hands wipe at blurred eyes, head shaking back and forth in an attempt to recenter himself. For a moment, the cacophony dips in volume, and he can hear something like an old friend whisper in his ear.
Turn around.
Little prince smells the other before he sees him.
The crowd practically parts, but his feet are moving before he can even discern the other’s identity.
“Papa!”
Grey eyes lock with the archduke’s “sleeping” facade. Even thirteen years into his life, Kana doesn’t know how his father walks around with his eyes closed like that.
“Papa!”
Tiny arms fly around his father’s waist, face burying into his torso. With a deep breath, the overwhelming sensations of the ball leave him, only to be replaced with the scent of a familiar perfume and the warmth of a loved one.
( The loneliness fades; an old friend taking a journey. For now, this is goodnight—and not goodbye. )
@fortunefavorsthechill
#fortunefavorsthechill#we’re noт done yeт! (threads)#thread: golden days#TOABall2020#SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG#I LOVE YOU PAPA#this just in kana just divined for the first time
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@hotheadhero | continued from here
He felt it before he saw it: Of course he wouldn’t make it far from this fucking reception hall without someone catching him first. What he didn’t expect when they finally spoke was that it wouldn’t be either of his house leads. After that tirade back there, ruining what was supposed to be the highlight of their year - he wouldn’t have been surprised if either of them had executed him on the spot, let alone expel him.
Edelgard, he hoped, wouldn’t do that. She was too nice; she’d given him a dance.
(No matter. She’d probably get Hubert to do it instead.)
The servant ever at the beck and call of his master, something sneered inside him. Look at them all happy in their relationship; it’s miles better than what you can do, you useless–
“Hey. What happened back there?”
He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t want to acknowledge that he’s so much of a mess that an utter stranger has to come after him and put him out his misery. But he can still feel their presence there even after what feels like an eternity of waiting for them to just go away, and finally, with an aggravated sigh, he turns.
Tall. Blonde. Dark outfit. Concerned. Nobody he recognizes.
“What’s it to you?” he asks. His voice is sullen; he doesn’t recognize this man. What right should he have to come snooping in on his feelings?
Wherever the real Linhardt is, he doesn’t think he’d want this stranger to know about their history. To know how it had all gone so terribly wrong.
That reaction alone tells him it was a mistake to get involved. Sorry. Didn’t realize you’d take it so badly. “...If you want to be left alone, I’ll turn around and pretend I didn’t see you. If you want to share what’s on your mind, though, I’ll listen." A pause. “Not that it means much coming from a stranger, I suppose. It’s your choice.”
This is awkward. Someone who actually knows this kid should be in his place, and he should be back in the ballroom doing his job. But... he recalls a time when he was on the receiving end of those outbursts, so perhaps he feels inclined to sympathize. Not pity—just a sense of understanding, that sometimes tensions boil over and cause an explosion without really meaning to.
I didn’t realize you could still feel that way.
“You reminded me of someone,” he eventually says. “I felt compelled to follow you because of that.” At least you still have a chance to turn this around somehow. Take it from someone whose chance slipped through their fingers and disappeared for good.
#toaball2020#hotheadhero#«thread: a stranger’s empathy»#«no one ever said carving his own path would be easy (ic)»#«only the present is certain as his eyes chase cracked memories (pre-timeskip)»#«echoes of someone who is no longer there (caspar)»
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There's one other person who clearly looks like she wants to go home, and Robin feels a sense of camaraderie as he approaches Bernadetta. His card's already in his hand, but he decides to be cautious about it. "If you would sign this, I'd greatly appreciate it." After a moment's pause, he tilts his head to the side and frowns. "Are you feeling alright? To be honest, formal events as such aren't my scene either. I feel out rather out of place." For different reasons, of course.
She’d found herself a moment of quiet in her stressed out misery, and Bernie had fully intended to take it. With her eyes closed as she tried to slow her breathing, she’d failed to notice the stranger approaching her. She flinched violently before turning to the person. She stared at him, and then his card, before her brain finally caught up to her.
“O-oh! Really? Um, okay.”
She took the card and stamped it before quickly passing it back. “I’m okay. I, um. I don’t really like events like this.” She confessed. He didn’t seem to either, so at least he wouldn’t expect her to take part in anything. For now, at least. “I’ll be happy when it’s all over and we can go back to acting like nothing’s happening.”
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Spaghetti Shootout || Hector & Caspar
[[ Spaghetti and meatball: A lovers’ portion of freshly-made spaghetti cooked in the monastery’s famous tomato sauce. The titular, singular meatball sits in the center, waiting for one lucky person to have their lover roll it to them with their nose as an offering. ]]
Initial crack idea by @braveryinblue... and initially furthered in my deliriously sleepless mind. LMAO
One. Meatball.
How in Goddess’s name had they ended up in this situation.
He eyes his adversary from across the table - his hulking brute of an adversary: tall, buff, blue-haired, and equally uncomfortable in his current outfit and in this whole affair - and is met with an equally unwavering, defiant stare. In this little showdown, there is but one ultimate prize: the singular steaming savory meat-slab atop its bed of wheat-noodles drenched in tomato sauce. An accurate representation of the blood they were about to spill... both each other’s, and the imbecile’s who’d foisted this travesty upon them. Garreg Mach is by no means strapped for resources, to deliver unto its pairs of ball-goers a single cut of beef. Caspar just can’t understand it! And he’s certain Hector doesn’t either.
(After all, neither of them had caught the significance of their server’s vexed stare when they’d both approached him asking for the monastery’s biggest bowls, in the plural, of spaghetti...)
His hand tenses on the fork when he sees (or imagines) Hector twitch. There’s no way he’s just letting him have that meatball, axe bro or not!
“Hraaah!” A yell tears from him as he lunges, but Hector copies him... and in a moment both have buried their forks deep within the same tantalizing hunk of meat.
Now the lightning bolts shoot across inches rather than feet. Oh, it is on.
#thread: spaghetti shootout#braveryinblue#toaball2020#// if these two were a ship#// i dub thee... HECCASTROPHE#// (courtesy of my brain on 30 hours of no sleep lmao)#// that's not to say I wrote all of this on no sleep orz#// (just the first bit... and these tags)
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@jehannanmage from here
Coordination was, typically, a strong suit of his. Typically. When it came to Hilda, though, Ewan had his doubts. He didn’t think this a crush - more like… infatuation, maybe, if that wasn’t too strong a term. She was unbelievably beautiful, he thought - and he didn’t know her too well, really, other than she always seemed nice and chipper. The life of the party. The way she held herself, the way the wind blew in her hair… She had about her a certain je-ne-sais-quoi…
Focus.
Yeah, right, brain, easier said than done–!
She was close, so close, too close, aw, bollocks, he desperately hoped he wasn’t blowing steam out of his traitorous ears no doubt burning red by now—
“The ball’s been wonderful,” Ewan heard himself say. Was that what he sounded like? “I wasn’t sure what to expect, being relatively new not only to the academy but to Fodlan as a whole… Y’all know how to have a good time.” Not that Magvel was any slouch in that department - not so far as his time with Gerik’s crew had proven, in any case. He moved on autopilot, only by some miracle keeping his feet. This was fine. This was Fine.
“I bet you those two over there will. They’ve been eyeing each other since I got to Garreg Mach.” The Goddess Tower… New to Fodlan though he may be, Ewan’s been eager to absorb any and all knowledge of the place he could, and that includes local legends. He knows what it signifies. Half teasing, half hoping against hope, he dares:
“Are you… hoping to wind up there with a certain someone, yourself?”
“Goddess, if they don’t end up there, I’m going to be furious!” Hilda glances over her shoulder at the couple he points out. They’ve been basically attached at the hip since school started, but neither has made any further moves than that. “Can you believe they haven’t even kissed yet? Everyone in the school knows they’re crazy about each other except for them, I guess.” Hey uh Hilda? You have no rights to say this.
Oh no. Goddess Tower is apparently a terrible topic to bring up. Of course he wants to know if she had anyone special in mind. It is pretty obvious that he was crushing on her. While Hilda does enjoy the fact that she has the power to break hearts, she doesn’t want to actually do it.
“Me? Oh, I don't know. There's too many options. I don't think I could narrow it down to just one. Besides, I'd just feel awful if I broke the hearts of half the school and commiting to just one person." He doesn't need to know how desperately she's been pining over their house leader.
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Light and life fills every hall in the Officers Academy.
Fans flutter, jewels sparkle as they catch the light, and every corner of the path towards the main hall is filled with the students’ conversation, nerves, and hopes, but most of all excitement. Their mothers and fathers, older sisters and brothers and cousins — they were all right: there is so much surrounding them that it’s difficult not to just stop and stare.
Tapestries hang from the ceilings, depicting scenes of Fódlan’s most famous tales of chivalry: Wilhelm’s devotion to Seiros, Loog’s faithful service to the Maiden of Wind, the Lion of Riegan’s sacrifice to save Leicester from Almyran hordes, stories of love and loyalty to inspire the students on this unforgettable night. The music grows louder as you approach the Main Hall — the orchestra has already began playing the first song of the night! You pick up the pace, squeezing past crowds, unwilling to miss a second more of tonight.
But one of the professors stops you at the door, smiling as they hand you an elegant card and a signet ring. This hasn’t been mentioned before… you pull off to the corner to examine your gift, slipping your new ring onto your finger as you read the card. What is this… List of Engagements?
You’ve been formally invited to the Ethereal Ball, a once in a lifetime experience for students of the Officers Academy: a promised magical night full of excellent food and drink, endless dancing, and a highlight of the year for would-be couples and longtime lovers alike.
What’s In My Hand?
Each attendee at the ball is given two things when they arrive at the door:
A signet ring bearing their initials
An elegantly designed card containing a place to write your name and ten blank square spaces
As much as the ball is a night to forget the stress of academy life and have fun with loved ones, it is also, like all social events in high society, an opportunity to begin forging connections with your classmates, many of whom will become vital figureheads in Fódlan’s future.
It’s said that the attendees who have the most positive interactions, those socialites who show their finest diplomatic selves, will be awarded a special prize by the administration at the end of the night.
How to Play
The goal is to gather the signet ring stamps of 10 other attendees at the ball, presumably after you’ve had a favorable conversation with them and earned their approval and / or friendship.
You must interact IC with 10 different characters. Other characters played by you may not count
The intention of getting a stamp for the card must be included somewhere in the interaction. Ex.
YES: A approaches B with the express intention of making a good impression and getting a stamp from them
NO: A and B decide to ditch the party and make out at the Goddess Tower
YES: A and B decide to ditch the party and make out at the Goddess Tower, and decide they might as well get each other’s stamps while they’re there
Both characters can claim the stamp for their card when an interaction reaches one back-and-forth (i.e. starter + one reply; ask sent + answered). You can, of course, continue writing past the minimum
Stamps may be claimed regardless of how well an interaction goes or whether the stamp is actually given IC. We recognize that some characters may not be keen on the game or want to give stamps, so this allows you to stay in-character
The ring and card are not given to attendees until they enter the ballroom, so pre-Ball preparation interactions will not count
We are aware that, realistically, most people will hit up all their friends for easy stamps first. This is fine! Alternatively, if your character wants to challenge themselves and get the stamps the way the administration intended it, this is also fine!
Please tag all event-related IC posts with #TOABall2020.
Prizes
Once you have reached 5 stamps, you will be eligible to pick one prize from the Ethereal Ball’s prize list!
Once you have reached 10 stamps, you will be eligible for exclusive access to the Dancer class! It will be treated as a Unique class with its own mastery ability, but it will not grant Refresh.
All characters who reach the required number of stamps will receive the prizes
All prize claims will be handled at the end of the event. Please do not message to claim your prizes until then
Please track your stamps somewhere, with the name of the other character and a link to the interaction. Whether you do it on your blog or somewhere private is up to you, but you will be submitting this to claim the prize at the conclusion of the event
Muses also have the opportunity to compete in the White Heron Cup regardless of the number of stamps they have on their card. Think your dance skills have what it takes? Sign up and see! Winners will be announced halfway through the event on April 15th at 11:59PM EST. Rumor has it that the prize is intended to be given away to show one’s devotion to a loved one.
The Ethereal Ball will run until April 30th at 11:59PM EST! We hope you have fun, and that your characters make a lot of new friends!
As always, let us know if you have any questions.
- The House Leaders
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"Lord Claude," he calls for the house leader with a curt gesture of his hand. "A pleasure to see you. Remember when we went to the beach? The dance we did? I think we should do it again. It'd be a lot of fun, don't you think?"
“The dab right?” It’s hard to forget the strange dance, the sight of Alm leaning down and hitting that dab low and deep in the bonfire’s light. Claude threw himself into research as soon as they returned home, and it didn’t take long before he struck gold. “I read up on it way back, actually. It originated as a technique fishermen would use to catch fish in the Airmid River. Of course, catching one fish at a time isn’t really efficient…. but it still lives on in song and dance.”
Claude shakes his limbs, readying himself. Then he hits that sweet dab, coming down low but not quite as low as Alm. Sudden his arm shoots out as if snatching something from the floor, and slowly Claude returns to his original position. “See?” he grins, holding out an imaginary fish. “They called it ‘hitting the dab’… it’s named after the dab fish.”
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// he’s a handsome fellow! Morgy for the Ethereal Ball.
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"Hubert!," Elise cries out in a sing song voice as she twirls and skips excitedly in front of him. "Hubert, Huuubert, HUBERT!!! Wow isn't this just the funnest night you've ever had everyone is so happy and dancing and dressed up so nice and the food is soooo good and have you tried this thing called mocha it's so good I've had like three cups now and I've never felt this a-MAY-zing before in my whole life you just have to have to have to try some!"
The first call of his name catches his attention, so the next three times chisel away at his frown until it’s an outright scowl by the time Elise skips up to him. Shrill, excited voice streams all of her words into an incomprehensible, undulating sound, and it’s only Hubert’s trained vigilance that keeps his eyes on her as she bounces and spins back and forth in front of him.
A demon. That’s what this is. A demon in a girl suit.
One hand darts out to grab her shoulder and pull her to a stop, and then the other plucks the cup of coffee from her grasp.
“Elise.”
Anything to get her to quiet.
Hubert peers into the half-emptied mug and then bends to meet the girl nearly at eye level.
“Settle down,” he says firmly. “I can’t imagine your brother would wish to see you representing your kingdom this way, hm?”
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