deuce

one day, even a fake smile will turn real

[abdemus]

.she's the man } mini event

Reluctantly endeavoring to breach the boundaries of her comfort zone was accomplished through the attendance of the advertised event. This form of outing was utterly foreign, the concept of donning expensive and rather showy outfits simply to partake in a dance just a little too unbelievable. It was done with a noticeable amount of chagrin as even if she had decided to refrain from attending, parental supervision was required for certain friends, making it integral that she provided the closest thing.

Doing as intended proved to be challenging due to the massive influx of guests. The ones that’d been escorted had been lost in the large crowd, leaving the ruffled teenager hard-pressed to relocate the awol youth but unable to do so because of yet another problem. Having wanted to remain semi-comfortable had the woman dressed in a suit tailored to her figure and a mask that did little to obscure her features. The contrasting outfit, much more suitable for a male rather than a woman, had caused a horrendous mix up to be made.

Mistaken as a member of the opposite sex, she  was outwardly calm, but inner turmoil consumed her. Had it not been for the gaggle of women surrounding her frozen form, an escape to the bathroom to lament over this outcome would’ve taken place. Cornered with no reprieve, stress levels would only continue to skyrocket until composure would be lost in an embarrassing show of stuttered phrases and heated cheeks.

If only someone could disperse the crowd and save her from that fate.

[mysticscore]

It was nice, really, to have a chance to take a break from the dancing and constant energy that surrounded the ball, eyes wandering the rest of the room as a small, brunette girl stood around the edges of her room with a green rose bound to her wrist. Polite as she was, she kind of hoped that she wouldn't be approached, if only for a couple moments as her attention fell to a nearby collection of girls who seemed quite... enthusiastic. It looked like a small group of admirers had crowded around a girl who so happened to wear something aside from a dress, swooning and vying for the attention of the other if Deuce had to guess. All of which would be perfectly fine if she hadn't taken the extra moment to gauge the reaction of the young lady who just so happened to be the center of attention here, a blush creeping across her face and a demeanour that, while it took a few moments to show, did seem rather out of place among the ladies attentions.

There was a bit of pity as Deuce looked on, weighing what she may or may not be able to do before a conclusion was reached. The fabric of her dress just barely brushing against the ballroom floor as she did so, the girl hurried over and did her best not to look too out of place as she spoke, repeating to herself that this wasn't unlike anything she had done before.

"There you are..!"

Though her own mask did little to obscure her face, a kind, if not sheepish, smile was still visible on her features as the girl reached to take the stranger's hand, hoping fervently that the other would be willing to go along with this little act. Maybe that was a little too bold of her, yes, and she could apologize afterward, but it would seem that trying to find a way to save--er, make the other more comfortable was her main goal. Turning on her heel, Deuce made to start towards one of the doors that lead to the main garden, thinking the cool air of outside would certainly help as she continued on.

"I've been looking for you for a while now. Where have you been?"

[mysticscore]

Come to think of it, things like this... they were sort of intimidating, huh?

It was a thought that split into many more as she considered it, finding herself paused alongside the punch bowl and snack table for far longer than was probably appropriate, and it was with a start that she eventually realized that there was actually a person next to her as well. How long he had been there was a mystery, or maybe he had been all along, but a light dusting of red still fell upon her cheeks, and she felt her fingers trace along the side of her arm as she looked him up and down.

Ah, right, it was polite to speak when someone stood this close to you, right? Scrambling for a moment, it took a few seconds for Deuce to finally voice something she thought would be right in this situation, and though her voice was small it did hold just enough assurance to it that it was clear she actually did wish to hold a conversation. After all, these events were meant to expand one's horizons. 

"Oh... It's really lively, isn't it?"

[brynhildring]

"Deuce?"

Docile vocables call out to the smaller brunette as Seven closes the space between them, her cheeks looking rather pink despite the lighting in the area. If one knew Seven well enough, they’d know that she’s severely inexperienced with such large parties… It leaves her feeling like a fish out of water, quite frankly.

Fortunately for Seven, however, one of her siblings from the orphanage is familiar with these type of social outings. From what she’s heard, Deuce has been to these before… And even knows how to dance! When Seven heard of this, she couldn’t be any more relieved… Especially since she’s going to have to rely on Deuce for a bit to teach her how to dance before the silver-haired girl makes a fool out of herself.

"Ah, you look so beautiful. This type of thing… Really suits you, hehe," she begins, offering her younger sister a small curtsy of sorts before standing up straight once more. “I really… Appreciate you helping me out with this. I’m just sorry I don’t have more experience so that you won’t look like a fool with me,”

[mysticscore]

It would be nice, if Deuce could claim that a setting such as this was her 'element'. If only she could feel as if she belonged at social gatherings--particularly those at which the higher ups of society met--but unfortunately, at best, she could only hope not to embarrass herself around those who were born into these events. It's lucky for herself though, that this ball in particular isn't so closed in who is invited. Most importantly, in fact, is the support that having some of the people she is most comfortable with present provides.

She can feel herself relax visibly as a familiar, silver haired girl calls out to her, and the tenseness that was plaguing her seems to melt away with just the sight. Predictably however, she can feel her face turn cherry red before managing to reply.

"Suits me!? I... I don't really think so... In a dress like this , anyone could, right? Er... That's... Um, you look really lovely yourself, Seven." A smile crosses her face, however sheepishly, as she hopes that that's an appropriate deflection for the compliment. Instead of letting herself dwell on it though, she nods, shifting her weight from foot to foot before speaking again. "It's really fine! After all, you need to know how to dance when he gets here, don't you?"

[roehn]

Makes me kinda sad when I see Deuce laughing and then she pauses and realizes what’s going to happen after all this. It just pulls at my heart ; A ; Ah this gif is awkwardly large oops //shurgs

[mysticscore]

Silver hair wasn't hard to spot from the entrance of the library, and dainty steps become notably more jaunty as the younger student approaches her friend, books placed on the table alongside her before she takes a seat for herself.

Technically, the two of them have a nice, short period of studying planned ahead of them. But, well, neither of them are particularly bad at their classes, nor are they in trouble, or even close to being out of time during which to study! (At least, Deuce isn't; considering the state of recent events Seven may have found herself a little bit more booked than previously.) Instead, resting her chin against the palm of her hand, Deuce can't help but lean forward just a bit as she gets herself comfortable, tone stretching out a bit longer than it might have with any others when she finally speaks. 

"Soooooo?" She grins, an unrestrained expression that stretches across her face with little regard for how her eagerness may be just a little bit more than necessary, but... Well, with Seven, that kind of thing doesn't really matter, does it? Instead she focuses on the task at hand: learning about exactly what it might be that's been taking the person she considers a 'sister' away from her so frequently. Of course, there's one thing she already has in mind, and her playful tone should make it more than obvious as she continues.

"Who is it?"

[mysticscore]

ahhh hello friends!! you can call me soda, and deuce is my one, two, three, fourth character i'm going to try and keep here at fates! the others are, namely, lissa (fea), mikan tsumiki (sdr), and beat (twewy). though, i still need to get a feel for the lattermost, embarrassingly enough..!

i can't say i'm too interesting, and i'm kind of small (really shy!) but i'm trying to get a bit braver, especially seeing how as cute as she is, deuce is a brand new muse for me! in that case, i really hope it's not a problem if i'm juuuust a little bit slow, but i'd try my best to branch out and meet lots of new people in this super cute group!!

ah, if you ever want to get a hold of me, then not only are my characters ask boxes always open, but i also have a twitter @amadakun! www i hope we can be friends (｡◝‿◜｡)

[magicax-deactivated20140517]

Ohhhh, boy.. was it this time of her day where she finds herself in complete feeling of bored yet excitement, due to her family members nor friends were “on the line” she wouldn’t be able to show what she finally  attended to learn, surely it wasn’t a skill that a lawyer needs, but safety is the key to progress, without thinking she found herself clicking random numbers. 

To:??? From Athena cykes

[txt]:    ….  .  -.—  +  —.  ..-  .  …  …  +  .—  ….  .-  -  +  ..  +  .-..  .  .-  .-.  -.  .  -..  -..  -..  -..  -..  

[mysticscore]

Saying she wasn't startled by the sudden notifications on her phone, in the middle of class no less, would be a flat-out lie, and she can't help but jump just a little as it goes off. Opening it only leads to more confusion; an unknown number and a series of lines and dashes that she can't say she's too familiar with greeting her. Though... it isn't a hard guess, and google helps her figure out what (most of) the message says.

It takes her a bit longer than it should to reply, but in her defence, she's trying to hold her phone under her desk to do so at all! Luckily for Deuce, it seems like this teacher in particular is actually rather inattentive during their lectures, and she does finally send it back.

to: ??? from: deuce♡

SMS:

.. ... / .. - / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . ..--..

[regalteas-deactivated20140524]

2 cool 4 school | open

                          Tick tock tick tock…

The grandfather’s pendulum rolled back and forth endlessly, dust still clinging to its aged metal gears despite the clock’s seemingly eternal movement. The chimes still linger from the recent passing hour, the memory of the three ringing bongs of the hour telling tale to the fact that the middle of the afternoon is underway.

At his desk sits the school’s History teacher, shuffling papers beneath his hands as he tidies his desk after a full day of escorting pupils down the paths of forgotten king’s and wars which have been reduced to mere black and white movies with little historical remains. It’s a passion as well as  line of work, educating as many as he can about not only his own country’s history - that nation being Britain of course if his accent wasn’t already painfully obvious - but the histories of the world, the Earth and the divides humanity has come to label as continents. 

There’s a knock at the door. Arthur’s gaze shifts somewhat lazily from the papers before setting down the work plan for the next day. It is usually about this time that his eyes begin to droop some, since the three o’clock chimes ring reminder of the fact it has been indeed three hours since his last brew. And that is simply too long to go without a spot of lightly milked and two sugared tea. When he speaks to the visitor, either pupil or teacher or perhaps even a kind passer-by with a trolly loaded with cakes (he should be so lucky), his tone is naught but pleasant, manner the epitome of what he has come to be known as typical to his English gentry 

                                                                    “You may enter.”

[mysticscore]

It takes a few moments, but just as Deuce becomes tempted to peek her head through the door, a response is heard. She breathes a small sigh of relief before pulling it open, and a smile draws across her lips as the soles of her shoes tap against the floor quietly. Even with as sheepish a demeanour as her current one, the steps she takes are spry when she approaches, and notably lonelier than usual, too.

Classes have been over for a little while now so she knows that there is no reason for anxiety as she comes to a stop in front of the instructors desk. But even so, she still feels the tips of her fingers lace together as she leans forward just a bit, eyes shyly running across the floor, the walls, and the desk he's seated at before finally settling on him. Of course he's a teacher whose job was to assist students just like herself, but asking for help like this... it's still a little embarrassing, isn't it? Particularly so when he seemed to have been in the middle of doing something.

"Ah, I hope I'm not interrupting you. It's just... I had a question about our presentation." Her expression seems almost apologetic for posing such a question, but common sense notes it as silly, so she continues regardless. "Our sheet said that we should bring in something to make it unique, like a prop, but I was wondering if there was any sort of limitation on that..?"

[perceptiver]

Desperation starts to set in. He ends up texting a bunch of random numbers. So entity of my choosing, help me.

to: ???help from: apollo

SMS:

have you been framed for shoplifting candy do you need a lawyer help

[mysticscore]

to: ??? from: deuce♡

SMS:

Um...... I can't say I have, sorry!

SMS:

Is don't suppose that there is anything I can do for you that doesn't involve shoplifting candy?

[leftkagamine-deactivated2016091]

Slipping on Bananas {open}

April Fool’s Day is basically over. It’s the next day, and all pranking is supposed to cease while normal life resumes on. But unfortunately, Len hadn’t had the chance to properly mess with Rin, and operation psyche her out only resulted in him being psyched and cautious for the remainder of the pseudo holiday.

Which led to his great idea: prank her on April 2nd!

She’d never see it coming, right? Genius.

Munching on a banana as he strolls down the street, the blond mulls over potential tricks. All the ones coming to mind are lame lame and lame, god how do pranksters keep this up on a daily basis?

Finally, he settles on a simple yet characteristically Len idea. First step, asking a single question.

"Hey, you know if people really slip on bananas? Like in those dumb movies, is that a thing?" If the requirement is that the person has to be stupid or unaware or clumsy… well Rin basically covers all those bases. He’d snicker if he wasn’t waiting for a response.

[mysticscore]

In the small world that the cities of Kairos and Paralia encompass, it can't exactly be said that random passersby asking even more random questions is a rare event. Skip in her step pausing as she hears a boy's voice wonder aloud, it strikes her as only polite for her to give the best response she can! Although...

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever heard of that happening..!"

It's kind of funny, how something you see as commonly as that can be taken for granted. At least, that's the thought that crosses her mind as Deuce's eyes wander down the street, snapping back to the stranger addressing her only as she remembers that a proper answer should be given. Her brows knit together just the slightest bit as she smiles, and her weight shifts from side to side as she seems to consider it.

Though in the end, even with all her wondering, she can't say for sure if it's something that happens only in cartoons or if it is plausible in reality, and it actually seems that this question has peaked her curiosity now. "Well, I've never seen it, but we could always find out. You even have one we can use with you, right?"

[mysticscore]

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