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Halloween Masquerade Ball

Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: October 27th, 7:00pm till Morning Sirens.
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for some Halloween Masquerade Fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!

The Community Center has been transformed into a sophisticated autumn dance hall, with bits of Halloween decorations around the room. When the door opens, you find yourself in the hall before the main room, someone ready to take your coat, if you have one, and another ready to give out bracelets. That way no one who shouldn't be drinking won't be able to.

The dance floor is surrounded by a number of small, round tables, each with an elaborate centerpiece of cobwebs. There are lights within the hanging decorations, with draped fabric over the sides, to give it a more close knit feeling. At the head of all the tables is a bar serving free drinks and cocktails to anyone over age. There is also a buffet

And then, of course, there is the dance floor, where people are dancing to the music supplied by two talented DJs, lights blinking and the room ready for everyone to have a good time.

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Ah-- Haha!

[ He grabs at Castiel's arm. He'll just pretend to be drunk. ]

Great party, right?

[Castiel is absolutely none the wiser, because not only is he terrible at reading people, but there's no reason not to believe people are getting drunk. He'd be getting drunk if he could, after all.

His wings do open slightly to balance him at the impact, the rustling noise hard to miss as they settle back into place. He glances down at the hand on his arm, not liking to be touched, but lets it go for now.]

I am still not certain what constitutes a 'great' party.

[That's all he can really say to that comment, because he's Castiel.]

[ He knows the sound of giant wings flapping quite well, actually. His subordinate, Gilbert Nightray's Chain takes the form of an enormous Raven. But Castiel has no contract that Break can sense, nor is he himself a Chain, and besides that flapping wasn't coming from behind him, it came from him. Break could feel the man's body shift in balance as the wings unfurled and folded again.

...either it's a very elaborate costume, or this is some sort of bird-man. ]

Good food, good driiiiiiiink, good company!

[ He squeezes Castiel's arm and lets it go. ]

Sorry for bumping into you, thanks for not getting cross, you're an angel, truly! ♥

Of course. Though my species has little to do with my reaction.

[Angels are kind of bitchy, and Castiel is more forgiving and docile from his time around humans rather than his angelic heritage and culture. Of course, he takes Break's comment literally, because he's Castiel.]

[ ....what?

His world contains descriptions of angels, it's true, but he'd always dismissed them as creatures existing in tales and legend only. Thus he'd called Castiel an angel as a joke. A bird-man (not so far-fetched, he'd heard tales of an entertainer at AGI with butterfly wings) would correct him, presumably; a person in costume would laugh.

But - "my species"?

The last possibility is that Castiel is putting one over on him, which is where Break's drunk act comes in handy. He sways. ]

Good heavens! You don't mean to say you're a real angel?

Yes. There are several of us present in the Port.

[None of them hide what they are here, so he doesn't have any problem answering the question honestly.]

There are three of us from my world alone, and there used to be more.

[ An angel. A real angel. Could it be possible?

Perhaps that's why he can't sense the man. Duke Barma had once called Break a "sinful person," and he hadn't disagreed. His fate - no, his goal - is to be cast down into the deepest core of the Abyss, to finally fulfill his purpose. ]

Three of you? Dear me, so many! Who are the others?

[ He has had little punishment and no comeuppance for his manifold crimes. That he should be blind to this angel is hardly surprising; clearly he exists outside of grace and beyond all redemption. ]

My brothers, Gabriel and Raphael.

[Though he's loathe to call Raphael his brother. His wings readjust as he unfolds and stretches them just a bit before folding them closed again, huge flight feathers brushing against Break a little bit on accident.]

Right, right. And I don't believe I caught your--

[ Even though he can hear the enormous wings rustle, he's still startled when one touches him. It feels - soft. It must be beautiful, though he can't, and never will see it.

He is, by contrast, deformed and soiled by sin. He feels suddenly self-conscious, as if he has no right to stand in the presence of such a being. ]

Castiel.

[He responds to the unfinished question, wings settling in against his back again. He is unaware of Break's thoughts, and takes no note of the sin he he feels himself to be laden with; Castiel isn't looking for it, and he lives with a demon. He isn't particularly bothered by sin unless someone is actively trying to cause another harm.]

Your name?

[ Please, Castiel. He's having a moment. An indulgent, wallowing moment full of self-loathing and woe. ]

Ah.

Xerxes Break.

[ He fancies he's being judged. But he won't cringe, he won't. ]

I saaaay. Even an angel, trapped here on this island? Can't you fly away to heaven, hahaa~!

Even Gods are trapped here.

[He responds, quietly, almost patiently. He's been asked this before, after all.]

This is a world completely different from mine; there is no Heaven here that I can access.

That makes two of us, haha~!

[ Unconsciously, his fingers brush across the spot where Castiel's wing had brushed against him. ]

What is it like, I wonder... to be an angel, yet trapped in this world of iniquity and sin. Does it soil you?

I chose to walk amongst humans, both in my world and here.

[He doesn't know if it soils him; perhaps it does, perhaps it doesn't. Humanity is dirty and sinful, but it also bring love and joy and loyalty so many virtues. He often thinks that being among humans is more pure than being among angels.]

Ha! Ha! Are angels such dull company?

Or...

[ A wry smile; he seems to have forgotten his drunk act. ]

...do you feel undeserving of paradise?

Humans have things angels do not.

[It's not entirely either of Break's suggested reasons, yet partially both at the same time. He's fallen and Heaven doesn't feel much like home anymore, and angels can be quite difficult company, but he prefers to be among humans for what he learns from them; for his friends, for what they've taught him, for what they represent.]

Such as...?

[ Undeserving - or cast out? Break is beginning to wonder, despite Castiel's assertions that he chose to walk with humans. ]

The ability to choose, foremost. To make their own decisions, based on their own beliefs and how they feel.

[He isn't going to go into too many details about Heaven and what angelic law was, but he'll answer a little bit.]

[ ....not expected. He's got a lot of feelings about decisions and feelings and consequences. A lot. But first---

(Well, perhaps not first. Perhaps definitely second, as his mind has a way of reeling away from difficult things like feelings.)

--there's a question that needs begging: ]

But - if angels lack the ability to choose, then how did you choose to leave their company?

I chose my words poorly. We have the capability, but it not allowed.

[A pause.]

It is not the only rule I have broken, over time, out of necessity.

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sorry for the slow!

<3 no worries!

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