#unveilstart

[veilmetricked]

location: at the carnival

"what are you going to win me?" cerio licked his lips as he approached them, almost nearly closing all of the space in between them. he was eating some cotton candy, letting the sweet treat melt in his mouth. then he picked off a piece and put it right in front of their mouth, letting them take it if they wanted. "i'm probably not the best at any of these games, but i want the big teddy bear. i can give you something in return?" whether he seduced someone to win them a prize or gave them himself. "more cotton candy perhaps?"

[unveiledvagabonds]

location: masque of red death open to: anyone

he wasn't sure what the name of the band was but the room around him was crackling with energy; and lust. already having discarded his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it from his shoulders to tuck it in and let it hang from his back pocket as it were a flag, wyne was deep in the center of the gathered crowd dancing and grinding against complete strangers; hands glued to each other's skins as they all moved to the beat.

an hour, or two, went by and for a moment wyne almost forgot what loneliness was; almost.

glancing around the room, he noticed an attraction man (read: hot as fuck) moving through the crowd and, well, wyne was easily distracted. peeling himself away from the strangers wrapped around him, and the ones he had wrapped himself around, he pushed and nudged his way through the crowd as he followed the enticing stranger.

without hesitating, he reached out and phased his hand through someone's back pocket; swiping their wallet and taking it for himself just so he could have some money to be bold. opening it, he took out $500 in cash (which they shouldn't have been carrying around to begin with) and dropped the wallet onto the ground without a care right as the man he'd been following stopped in front of him and looked down at him.

with a huff of breath, his lips pulled into the faintest hint of a smile as he looked up at the stranger-- uncaring if they had just caught him borrowing someone else's money as he tucked the wad into his front pants pocket. "mind if i buy you a drink?" the half-ghost questioned, raising his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. "or a room, maybe?"

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[yourboiisgolden]

@unveilstarters || Event Starter: masquerade

Abel adjusted his mask on his face before looking at himself once more in the mirror. He had a well fitted suit on with a few yellow accents. The suit covered him nicely, accentuating his hips and chest. The shoes weren't anything debonair, but the tan leather more or less matched the hue of the suit's yellow accents. The mask itself was a bit more elegant, painted in golden hues to resemble a dog. There was even a slight dog snout at the end and a couple of ears folded over on the top. It only covered half his face compared to those he's seen in town so his chipper smile would be able to be seen during the festivities. However, if the rumors were to be believed, no one would recognize Abel anyway.

Abel had lived here for a couple of years. He hasn't had the chance to put every name to a face he's seen just yet, so he would imagine the night would be the same regardless of the masks. Nevertheless, Abel fastens the mask one last time before walking in the chateau. The familiar looks around to see the amount of people around. He walks around the common areas, looking around for someone to share a room with. From the looks of things, he might just have plenty of fun on the first floor of the chateau. He feels someone bump into him and the familiar immediately turns to apologies. "So sorry about that, friend. It's a tight squeeze in here, isn't it?"

[pacocabal2]

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He hated to admit it, but Paco knew he wasn’t as young as he used to be. Though you wouldn’t necessarily know it from the way he looked, Paco recently entered his fifties, so keeping fit? Absolutely crucial for his lifestyle. He couldn’t let the younger bucks in the world eclipse him. He didn’t want to become redundant.

(Looking hot was definitely another part of it, though…)

The Chateau didn’t have much in the way of workout equipment, so Paco had to procure his own workout paraphernalia. (Some of this gear was probably older than half of the Chateau’s residents...) He usually settled himself on the back patio, allowing anybody and everybody to watch him working on his fitness. He didn’t seek their attention, but hey... who said being thicc was a younger man’s game? Especially when he started on his squats. Paco needed to keep his impressive ass as firm and luscious as it was in his twenties. If anybody wanted to eat the free eye candy, that was their prerogative. But because of his deep, deep focus, Paco didn’t even notice someone else encroaching on his space.

“Can I help you…?” asks Paco, looking over his shoulder at his guest, presenting a prime view of his derrière as he did his squats; those tight workout pants he wore left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Not that I blame you for staring, but that don’t make you any less of a creep for doing it—”

[veiledveins]

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There wasn’t a place that the dragonkin felt more at home at than the waters. While the skies were a very close second, as a dragonkin that had an affinity for water, being able to be submerged in its depths or feel the ripples in the water as it adjusted to his size was hard to beat. And as he swam through Seawater Lake, Azur couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips - a sight that was rare to see, given how emotionless he often came across - as he swam through the depths, using his hydrokinetic abilities to create a water bubble around his mouth and nose that acted as a respirator.

Of course, that only prolonged the inevitable - that he would have to eventually surface for air, as even with the water bubble, he had to resurface to deposit the carbon dioxide that he breathed out - and after roughly an hour underneath the water, he finally broke the surface, the water rippling around his body from the movements. And as his eyes adjusted to being above water, his body shimmering from the water that accumulated on his skin and causing his muscles to glisten in the sunlight, he noted that there was someone else there.

“Did you come for a swim, too?” the dragonkin asked, only a hint of the smile that had been on his lips having remained. “Or do you require something of me?”

[jarekwozniak]

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As much as Jarek appreciated the Chateau’s hospitality, he knew he couldn’t expect them to roll out the red carpet for him. No VIP treatment for the human intruder. His knowledge of the supernatural world remained in its infancy, but it didn’t take an anthropology degree to know this secret society he found himself observing didn’t take too kindly to outsiders. He insisted on taking up space in the most humble way he could, leading him to his tiny basement dwelling —little more than a broom closet, really— where he could work on his studies, unobtrusive and quiet as possible. It was more than enough for him.

Jarek didn’t really get visitors when he stayed in his station, nor did he try to spend much time there either. A lot of his waking hours while at the Chateau were spent talking with its boarders; learning about their kind. The best research, in Jarek’s experience, was direct contact. But he just so happened to be at his desk, nose firmly planted in book when he heard a knocking behind him at the door.

“Oh, hey,” he says, giving the other his complete, undivided attention as he turned to face them. “Don’t really get many visitors down here... is there anything I can help you with? Did you need me for something?”

[unveiledbrats]

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Levi let out a hum as he made his way through the halls of the Chateau. The dragonkin couldn’t help but to appreciate all of the outfits and masks that people were wearing. Halloween had always been his favorite time of the year. No gifts, no food, no stress...Just some candy and some costumes and a lot of creativity. 

What was there not to love? 

“What do you think? I got inspiration of this by the “Power for the Grid game.” Levi grinned as he turned around in the power ranger costume he had bought after seeing someone approach him. “I think it’s pretty dope.” Levi said with a chuckle as he playfully flexed in it.

[damianbyrd]

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Magic tended to be a perfomative art at the best of times, and Jackson himself tended to be a performantive sort of man. Which might explain why he was shirtless, his pants low on his hips as he stood in the center of the room over a symbol on the ground outline in salt. An elaborate display of triangles and circles as he moved his hands over it, as he readied himself for a simple communication spell. If only tl give his coven some sort indication that he’d made his way to the chateau more or less intact. He could feel a pair of eyes on him, lingering on his presence from across the room and the tilted his head up and towards whoever owned them with an arch of an eyebrow. 

“if you’re going to stare like that, I might be tempted to drag you over for a little sex magic. God knows the magical boost from that would be worth it alone.” Jackson drawled as his hands dropped to his sides and he turned on his heel to face the other man with an arch of his eyebrow. 

“Unless that’s not your scene. In which case I feel like you’re holding your tongue back from making an actual comment about why you’re enjoying the sights” Jackons mused as he brushed his tongue along his lower lip. Ever curious about the man across from him.