Bradwynne watched on for the response of the man; analyzing, thinking, judging, responding. Everything should be flawless, as he would not want for everything to implode before he would make the great reveal. Bradwynne studied the redhead's face carefully as he repeated the name that Bradwynne gave. Was he suspecting anything? The doubt went greater as he activated an odd kind of magic, and then summoned a small bird, or what looked like a small bird, on his hand. He did not know what he intended to do with that bird, as it circled around him. But keeping her poise, he just let his eyes roll to follow the bird as it circled and then disappeared with a squawk. He did not really know what the redhead intended to do with the magic, be it to impress her or verify the veracity of his words, but after that the redhead caressed his face and introduced himself. So Ira was the name of this person, the first victim of his prank. He offered a slight smile as his face was being caressed, offering not much of a resistance or unnecessary movement. He should make the balance between welcoming and sophisticated so that the redhead would fall much further to his charms. After he finished his introduction, he replied, "Fuu is just fine, Ira." He called the redhead by what he wanted to call himself, as a sign of couftesy. "I thank you for your compliment, I am really flattered by what you have said. There are so many ladies around this hall, maybe much more exquisite than I am, and yet you chose me." Well, self-depreciation was one of the fortes of Bradwynne, not that it should not be a staple of courtesans, in fact it was on the contrary. As the redhead named Ira then slid his arm downward on Bradwynne's side and then towards his hand to grasp it, Bradwynne yet again offered no resistance or made an extra movement, letting Ira do what he wanted to do. Ira then grasped Bradwynne's hand, which, yet again Bradwynne let it done without much movement, and after which Ira invited Bradwynne to a snack of deviled eggs, which, according to him, was a guest favorite. Bradwynne then replied, with the same feminine voice he used before, "I am deeply honoured to be invited to a snack with you. May you please lead me?" The romantic display continued but for a second, a person bumping onto Bradwynne interrupting everything. He then looked at the person; this one looked familiar. Wait a minute, wasn't this one of the people he met in the hole before? But this woman had red hair...wait, he saw him transform into the real person. So it was true. He did see her...him in the hole. Hell he had also been drinking with him in a bar nearby where he was formerly working. Although he was part relieved that he saw a familiar face in the party, he was also half-terrified that he would spill the beans on who he was. But, oh well, he never expected to wing it any much further. A medium-rare steak should be better than well-done anyways. And so he just anticipated what this person - Iván Carl - would do next. It would be going to be a good party. @Iván Carl @Ira
A lot... of things were going around. Worlds clashed upon worlds. The Dark Force in cahoots with a Mad Clown, Cassanovas hitting on Traps, Curry-obsessed cross-illusionists and... a dirty but not stinky pirate? But there were zero arrs! In fact, the dirty PEASANT started to rap! Quite the compliments, really! Very nice. But that didn't change the fact Rats looked like a dirty PEASANT. As if someone like Sweigi would socialize with a bottom-feeder, already having forgotten her own roots. But... could Seigi really be mean? Clearly not, but today she was Sweigi. Finishing her glass of 'DESPERATE?-Oh...', Seigi, eh, Sweigi looked upon @Rat. Did she... really have to do this? Right here? Right now. She wasn't even good at it. Whatever, drunk or something. "Your rhymes are impressive but your face is oppressive! You may try to flatter me and think this will work with me but I say from you-to-me: Your tricks are a villainy! Dawwwwwggg! OH YEAH! Boom-chk-chk-chk-skiddily-do~ So you best bet get out of here before I get net you a tear! #Justice #RapDogg #SweigiLyfe #NeverAgain #PleaseGetMeOut #$$$" This... really wasn't easy, not to mention the use of actual proper speech, BUT... she did it! Nonetheless, her paid faceless mook started to applaud her as Sweigi dropped the glass she had been holding onto the ground. "WOOOHOOO! SWAAAAAGG!" Good thing nobody would ever remember. @Alphabet Chocolate YEAH THIS ON? Hidden: I still only use Facebook every other year or so #Rap-Battle-Im-Horrible-At #Everything-Is-Curry #Brad-Trap-Canon-Confirmed #Vader-Joker-Darkest-Timeline #You-Thought-It-Was-Batman-But-It-Was-Me #Long-Hashtags #Sweigi-Once-Never-Again #Rat-Is-A-Pirate-Queen #X-needs-love-too #two-chars-one-occ-account-shameonyou
"Huh? The bride...? Were we supposed to do code names like a masquerade? Oh darn, I'm sorry, I already told someone else my 'real' name..." Though my name in this game is more like a pseudonym...? This is all very confusing... Lost in thought, X tilted her head as she looked between the larger than life and totally out of place Sith Lord and a Joker that reminded her more of the Jack Nicholson one (which was her favorite). She hadn't even noticed Ivan Ka slink off as she tried to keep to the pace of the two strangers. Apparently they knew each other...? "Okay! I'm the bride! But... what do you guys mean by taking this show on the road...?" Looking over her shoulder, X eyed the concession stand once more. She'd missed her chance to get in line. Biting her lip, she managed... i---[pizza]---i ~(TvT );; ...After all, I can't afford to be rude after being so graciously let in... She thought.
Oh it was on. It was on like donkey kong. In a thong. Playing ping pong. With a gong. All day long. As @Seigi threw back her own sick hippity hop rhymes, Rat stumbled backwards against a food table as if physically overwhelmed by her words. Pretending to struggle to get up, she shook herself off and turned to look at a Tinkerer nearby who was playing music from a gramophone with a large vinyl disc. "Scratch a sick beat!" Rat shouted, waving her arms to shoo people off so that a clearing could be made for her, Seigi, and Seigi's entourage of faceless cronies. The tinkerer looked up in surprise and then slowly smiled, changing the record from some slow waltzy music to something a little more lively, scratching it like a DJ and bobbing his head to the beat. Rat waited a moment, letting the music move through her, getting a feel for it, before she gave her retort to the swagalicious momma pajama that had come in and thrown down the gauntlet. And continued to dance in place... bobbing her head, waving her arms... feeling the beat. Feeling the beat. Feeling... the... beeeeeeeat. Walking away. Without another word, Rat simply turned on heel and began to move elsewhere in the party, leaving the Darth Vaders and the Pimp Daddies in order to just mooch on free food and relax.
Oh, no. Iván…ka Ahrens refused to meet the geisha in the eyes, knowing full well that at that distance, she may very well know who he she truly is. Well, maybe not know know. The geisha might not have visited the curry house before, so she probably didn’t know the handsome owner of that fine establishment, and she probably hasn’t even done a quest with anyone else before, she might not even be a PC, though what kind of NPC would come to a PC’s party? Cheese people… Tomato people? Oh, no. Not…curry people! Slowly, carefully, Iván…ka was unable to resist his curiosity for too long. It was the Spire all over again, choosing to jump down into that hole to find out what was waiting for them down there instead of just leaving that hellhole with the others. To be fair, though, if he she hadn’t done that, then he she would have probably never encountered the masked purple god-machine-thing, the most enlightening otherworldly being he has ever encountered. Oh, and he got himself a sweet albeit stinky mask, too. Two wins! Haru? He could not believe his eyes when he locked them with the geisha. It was Haru, whom he had met during a mission involving soldiers and training and something as well as during that expedition down in the Spire, except he was wearing a woman’s outfit. Why?! Why was Haru wearing a woman’s clothes?! Sure, he had the feminine features to pull it off, but it was unbecoming. He was such a manly, territorial, man’s man lover of destiny and divebirds down in the Spire. This was an insult to both his masculinity and that geisha outfit. “What are you wearing?!” he asked, whispering to Haru (@Bradwynne) as he stood straight up, straightening his outfit, which was basically something that looked like what Portia Ahrens wore on a daily basis, only this entire ensemble was over Iván’s everyday outfit. Iván looked like Iván without the subtle illusion magic he was using to trick whoever came close enough, still with his stinky red mask, just with Portia’s clothes over his own clothes. He plucked some sort of hors d'oeuvre horse derp from a passing plate before he was momentarily distracted by someone rapping. “What’s happening? This place is weird.”
Why was the stinky red-haired girl running away? Darth Vader isn't a bad guy. Well, technically he is, but not today. Unless, the girl is running from the little person in front of her, Alphabet Chocolate. He decided to linger around the party with the others to see if there's something interesting going on. There was this noise coming from people who apparently doing rap battles and dropping sick beats. She has to see this right now. "Why don't we go over there? Rap battles amuse the dark lord." Corvader muttered, while watching a rich girl dropping rhymes like crazy. Is that Seigi? Yes, that's Seigi, no mistaking it. "WOOOHOOO! SWAAAAAGG!" It's a rare sight to see a sci-fi dark lord clapping among the audiences, because apparently it was just a enthusiastic girl behind the guise. The figure walked up to the girl covered in blings for a costume. "Young girl, would you mind rapping for the dark lord? I am highly astounded with your performance." In reality Corvella just wanted to hear more of dem sick beatz, maybe even a chance to have a duet and make their own album. Come on, make this hero-villain thingy come true! "What do you think?" The booming voice asked @Seigi, holding its annoying breathing noise.
Oho! The dirrrty Pirrrate wouldn't just back away, huh? About to throw some sick beats back at Seigi, eh, Sweigi! The apparent swagger was prepared. Her flock of faceless mooks, waiting. Everybody held their breath in anticipation until finally... it turned around and ran? "...?" "...?" "...?" "SWAAAAG!" Just more free food then, right? And honestly, Sweigi was happy she didn't have to do this. Obviously, the rich girl would have needed to retaliate and it took her everything to come up with even just those few rhymes! Maybe she should use her money to get a songwriter instead, huh. The second Sweigi had another glass in hand, however, the next challenger arrived! Please no. Or... was it? "Oh, is this... is you, biatch... Homeboy Vader?!" Under normal circumstances, the villainous villain would deserve a beating of JUSTICE! But... even the Heroic Seigi, eh, Sweigi had to admit. Darth Vader, Corvader(?) was pretty dope. And... and... did she really ask Sweigi for? Ohmygoshhopefullyshewouldn'tdissapoint. "Dark Lord hommie! I be a funky-ass big-ass hustla of yours muthafucka! IT WOULD BE AN HONOR! #LetsDoThis #VaderSwag #Homies4lyfe" Right. She had to do this. Not... offensive? Channel her inner creativity to... "Aww, look man! It's the Vader, the Great Invader! Conquerer of Stars and Games just with a Lightsaber! ... Her(?) Dark Presence a Pleasance to even those without Presence." Was this... good enough? It, SOMEHOW, felt like an eternity later, did she... did she lose some of her swag in just these few seconds? "With your Large Force. That-is the Dark Force. I ask with-Force ... ... — will you say of course? Bam Bam Bam Bam Diddly~ding~ For what, you ask? For an Epitaph; as an Autograph! BAM." Just. Kill. Me. Even her faceless mooks did not dare to applaud in the presence of Corvader. They all waited. Waited for her Judgement. "How tha fuck was that? #ITried" Sweigi asked. @Corvella
To much of her surprise, Sweigi did not reject her offer and punched the dark lord in the face. Since when Seigi has this gangsta flow on her? Anyway, it looks like the girl is somehow impressed and instead she agreed to throw Corvader some sick rhymes. There's this weird look on her eyes though, that might be due to trying to come up with lyrics fitting of the dark lord. Never has Seigi rapped for a bad guy, has she? "Let's.. Get it on, then." the Darth Vader wannabe awkwardly responded when Seigi referred to her as dark lord hommie. Using the illusion magic, she raised her arm and suddenly there's this imaginary, resampled 2010s rap music in the background. [Yo, yo.] Oh? This is actually pretty.. swag. Corvader snaps her right-hand fingers in rhythm of the rap, occasionally tapping her foot between beats, while holding her growing urge to bob her head and dance with the music. Gotta stay in the character.. Gotta stay in character.. It ended with a pretty sweigi swaggy note, well, at least for Corvader. As a big fan of the character, she felt that her character is appreciated with the rap. Trying hard not to shed a single tear behind the illusory mask, Vader moved slowly, her hand raising in tremor from the effect. "Of course.. You tried.." She spoke with a low tone before clenching her fist hard energetically "And you succeeded in doing so. The dark lord is pleased!" Loud cheering of countless people watching Sweigi could be heard behind, it's like one of those talent show moments where the judge was about to say no, but relented. Confetti popped like someone punched the golden buzzer, and everyone was happy. Sweigi... Is the first winner of Terrasphere Got Talent! Where she was before again? Chasing a suspiciously stinky girl? Corvader had forgotten it all in the middle of confetti rain. @Seigi
