✫ "1x1 w/ nymphadora. & plague birb."

[nymphadora.]

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witch | female | twenty-four | tags; angelica, peggy

Eliza sat in her room running her hands through her silky hair. It was knotted from being pinned up during her shift at work. She took her brush and combed it through her dark brown locks of hair. As she got up from her desk to change into her dress, she heard a knock at the door. "Come in," she called to her sister. Peggy, the youngest of the Swanson sisters, came into the room with a bright smile on her face. The young woman was wearing a light yellow dressthat looked stunning on her. Despite her gorgeous appearance, her face was laced with worry. "What's the matter?" Eliza asked her sister.
"My dress looks funky. I'm going to look like a fool," Peggy explained.
Eliza laughed and rolled her eyes at her sister's ridiculous idea. "Peggy, you look lovely. Don't be so harsh on yourself," Eliza told her sister in a reassuring tone.
Peggy ran her fingers through her naturally curled hair and bit her lip. "Would you mind if I bothered that diamond necklace that looks like the sun?" Peggy asked innocently. Before Eliza could respond, Peggy used her magic to levitate the necklace out of Eliza's jewelry box and into her hand. "Thanks, Eliza," she called as she hurried out of the room.
"You better give that back after the gala!" Eliza yelled as she laughed. She rolled her eyes and closed the door to her room. She changed into her navy dress with beautiful embroidery patterns. She loved the dress to death, and she had purchased it on the fly.
Despite working as a nurse, she managed to make good money with her sisters, and they lived fairly well in a lovely apartment in Manhattan. It also helped that her father was wealthy, but he was also a very charitable man, and he donated a significant portion of his earnings to various charities. With that being said, he was also a man of class though, and Eliza and her sisters were expecting a limousine as their mode of transportation to the gala that night. Their father hosted a charity gala every year for various charities. He raised money with auctions and donated 40% of his yearly earnings to all of them. He was a good man, and he enjoyed hosting fancy winter galas for the wealthy of New York.
After getting herself dressed, Eliza added her mother's golden songbird earrings, and she grabbed her brown clutch purse. She exited her room after applying her makeup and stood by the sofa in their living room as she waited for her sisters to finish getting ready.



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witch | female | twenty-two | tags; angelica, eliza

Peggy stood in her room humming a lullaby that her mother used to sing to her when she was a kid. She gently clutched the beautiful necklace she had borrowed from her sister. She used her powers to unlatch the necklace, and it went around her neck. Unlike her sisters, she used her powers very frequently for whatever she needed. Eliza used them on occasion, especially to help save lives if she could, but Peggy didn't do that. She used her powers for a sense of fun and to quicken her ability to do things. For example, Peggy was an art major, and she used her powers to help accelerate her ability to write, draw, and sew. She had an eye for fashion and used it to create unique looks. Her professors admired her uniqueness and charisma, and it made her feel good to be recognized for her work after living in the shadow of her sisters in high school. Her grades had never been high, but they weren't low either. She averaged B's and a few A's, and she was still brilliant just lazy in a sense.
Peggy heard Eliza exit her bedroom and knew that she should get going. She puffed up her hair in the mirror and did a little twirl before leaving her room. She walked into the bathroom and decided to quickly use it before heading out. After, she went out and smiled at her sister.
"That necklace is mine, you know," Eliza told Peggy with a smirk. Peggy heard the faint unlatching sound of the necklace, and it flew off her neck and landed on her sister's hand.
"Since when do you use magic for fun?" asked Peggy.
"When I am home, and I don't have to worry about someone catching me," Eliza explained with a chuckle. Peggy had always liked Eliza's laugh. Both of her sisters had beautiful singing voices and the most charming of laughs. Peggy wished hers didn't sound so much like a pig.
As they waited for their sister, a knock came at the door. Peggy went to get it, and when she opened it, she found the doorman at the door. "There is a limo here for you guys," Mr. Smith told her.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Smith. Have a wonderful night," Peggy told him with a bright smile.
"Same to you ma'am," He responded with a tip of his hat and a friendly smile.
Peggy closed the door and told her sister about the limo. They would leave once Angelica was ready.



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vampire | male | twenty-nine | tags; alone

George stood in the study of his well-decorated apartment. His study was flooded with papers and books of all shapes and sizes. He stood in his navy suit and held a wine glass filled with a thick, red liquid. While most people used wine glasses for a nice drink of chardonnay or red wine, George used his collection of wine glasses for his favorite drink: blood. He sipped the glass and put it down as he stared at some of the papers on his desk. Despite the elegant look of his study, the rest of his apartment was fairly basic. George was a simple man who didn't care much for luxuries. However, he still took the time to enjoy the parties and galas he was frequently invited to. He wasn't the most social person, but he enjoyed a party every once in a while. Plus, with his job as a city council member, he had to get used to socializing and discussing politics. Parties and galas were feeding grounds for those kinds of topics.
Before leaving his apartment, he went to the restroom to straighten out his suit. He felt sophisticated and was content with his look. He wasn't a guy who enjoyed wearing suits, but he knew the dress was formal attire, and he respected the terms of the fancier parties he was invited to. On his way out, he quickly returned to his study to finish of his glass of human blood. He wasn't a huge drinker of human blood, and he rarely drank from the vein. He was very cautious of how much human blood he drank because he knew it could be a slippery slope to becoming a bloodthirsty, murdering vampire. When he drank human blood, it was blood he managed to steal from a hospital. He didn't like doing it, but he knew he couldn't survive without human blood. He needed it on occasion to keep his stamina up.
As he left his apartment complex, he was not greeted by a limo like the Swanson sisters. He was greeted by a street full of people. He made his way to the edge of the sidewalk and waved for a taxi. He refused to pay for any sort of transportation besides a taxi or an Uber. He was very fiscal in that way. He didn't see a point in wasting money on certain luxuries or material items. Some things were just unnecessary.



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werewolf | male | twenty-six | tags; alone

"Jake, you got my back, right? You got to get me into this gala tonight," John told his friend over the phone. John was a young gym teacher living in a crappy apartment in Brooklyn. He didn't have the money to live in a nice apartment, and he barely had the money to pay off the suit he had bought. John's wealthy boyfriend had broken up with him a few weeks ago, and he was in a tough spot. His boyfriend had been willing to pay him back for the suit, but John had been too proud to take it. He was now trying to get his friend on the Swanson Charity Gala Security to get him into the gala. Originally, he had been going with his ex-boyfriend, but now that their relationship was done, he was in a sticky situation. He wanted to go to the gala so he could wear his new suit and show off to his ex.
"Thank you so much, Jake. You will not regret this," John reassured him with a laugh. He hung up and threw his phone on the couch. He rushed to his room and dug through his closet. His gray suit was located in the back of his closet. It was extremely wrinkly, and he bit his lip angrily. He slammed a fist against his closet door and growled. "Darn it," John muttered. He rushed into his hallway and rummaged through the hallway closet to find his iron and ironing board. He quickly plugged it and began combing his hair as the iron warmed up. Once it was warmed, he quickly ironed his suit and looked at the clock. The gala was in 30 minutes, and it was all the way across town.
John cursed under his breath. He grabbed the suit and threw it on. He worried he wouldn't be able to catch a taxi and get to the gala in time. He knew he had to be there. He had to show his ex that he could be respectful and polite. He wouldn't say his ex had been the man of his dreams, but he had really liked him, and he wanted to prove himself worthy of a rich man. Working a teaching job was not the most well-paying job, but he wanted to prove that he could be respectable and a gentleman. Once he felt content with his suit, he rushed out of his apartment and out on to the street. He looked for a taxi and tried to wave one down.

[baron zemo.]

( x. A L E X A N D E R H A D L E Y ❞ x )
✫ hamilton!! thunderbird!! // ✫ currently: getting briefed// ✫ tagged: w/ mr trent
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"Yes sir, I know."
It was the fifteenth time Alexander Hadley had uttered the words, and it didn't even seem to stick on his superior's eardrum for a second; the two were in the drivers and passengers seats respectively, Alex watching the New York streets while the other fathered him. Now, there was some sort of reason for it -- the last event they'd been to had ended in a fierce debate on the younger's side -- and considering the current track record, he was not about to let the young lawyer do it yet again.

Alexander sighed, understanding the sentiment despite his disgruntled scowl; Mr Trenton didn't have to take him as a plus-one -- there was far better company out there -- and yet he chose him, a scrappy bird looking for his big break. Of course, Alex felt a little apprehensive when the man insisted that he got him a new dress-suit (a stormy blue, accented with black) and even pick him up from his apartment in Harlem (Alex was stunned when the man found him hunched over some work; apparently he'd given his boss the keys in case of an emergency), but he had this chance, and he wasn't about to blow it.

And yet, as the conversation dwindled into small talk, Alex found himself fiddling with his cufflinks. The silver feathers left a smooth feeling to his calloused fingertips as he attempted to see the sky; it was a normal habit he'd grown to seek comfort in. Considering the cold weather, it was unlikely to see the presence of a storm or even a drop of rain, which never ceased to amaze the storm-creature. He wasn't built for this weather, but hardship had always brought him closer to his dreams.
He sighed, albeit fondly, and turned his attention to the road; if the traffic didn't thicken, then he was sure they wouldn't be that late.

( x. A N G E L I C A S W A N S O N ❞ x )
✫ schuyler!! witch!! // ✫ currently: ready to go // ✫ tagged: eliza, peggy
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Within the door of the Swanson's eldest daughter, everything was quiet, but if one listened carefully, they could hear the soft thump of music from earphones cranked up on the highest volume. Angelica Swanson was at a mirror, checking her eyeliner for the last time, eyes narrowed as she turned her head at various angles. When she was satisfied with her work, she leaned back, hands ruffling her mane of curls while she turned in a circle. "This'll do just fine."

Her dress was simple, yet she adored the colour and the detail, the needlework impressive. While she could have gone for something else, she knew that the gala was another chessboard in her duties as the eldest; the rich and famous would be looking for her attention, and with her status as a single, wealthy female, it was important that she played her role. Then again, she was just happy that her dear siblings were excluded from the little game.

With a snap of her fingers, the door opened, and the eldest Swanson went to find her sisters as she fiddled once more with the hooped earrings. It didn't take her too long -- catching the last of Eliza's chuckle -- and arrived at the door as the doorman passed her. Opening the door manually, she grinned at her sisters, raising an eyebrow that was well-renowned on the air. "Am I interrupting anything, ladies?"

( x. A A R O N B A R C L A Y ❞ x )
✫ burr!! fallen angel!! // ✫ currently: in an uber// ✫ tagged: alone
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Honestly, he should have just stayed at home, nestled in a blanket as the latest netflix show rolled across the screen, but no, he had work to do. Well, not 'work' exactly, but it was akin to that. Aaron sighed, phone screen in hand, and responded to the peppy message from his boss; the district attorney may be a cutthroat defender among the city, but she was a warm soul under the tough exterior. Thus, when Aaron had tried to get out of going to the gala, she'd only had to convince him with a well-executed pout.
Aaron fell for it every single time, no exceptions.

Snagging one of his less used suits (a deep purple, classic fit), the fallen angel had spent the whole afternoon preening himself, before leaving a new bowl of catfood on the fire-escape as he called for an uber. And now, with the car navigating traffic, and the driver as silent as ever, Aaron was left with his own thoughts.

Hopefully the night goes well. The thought, sounding nervous, made the creature shiver; something just felt...off. However, with a quick huff, he chased it away.
Everything was fine.

( x. G I L B E R T L A P O I N T E ❞ x )
✫ lafayette!! merfolk!! // ✫ currently: already there, livestreaming // ✫ tagged: 'alone'
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"Bonjour mon amies! Coming at you, live, from my favourite winter gala!" The phone may have not had the best quality as they filmed, but the instagram live continued as users tuned in, and Gilbert could not help but glance down at the stream of comments. Having arrived at the venue (uncharacteristically early, they might add), Gil had opted for a quick update before they joined the rest of the French delegation; besides, the 'fun job' got its name for a reason.

A few comments, similar in format, got them to angle the camera to their suit with a laugh. "I know I know, but I was not about to go simple, no? They wouldn't let me wear a dress." The comments started raving at the sight, and Gil found themselves laughing more, camera turning to the area around them. It was lavish, a thing they had somewhat missed in France, but still holding the American charm they had grown to love.

Ah, what a charm. Not wanting to act distant, they quickly turned back to answering questions, looking out for anyone who accidentally got caught in the film. "C'est...Excuse me. It's business and pleasure this evening, my friends, and I'll be sure to tell you all about it in the upcoming week!" The words, paired with a short pose, made the comments rave again. It was nice to have a dedicated fanbase, especially when the merfolk was nervous out of their mind.

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✫ kg3!! dragon!! // ✫ currently: planning things // ✫ tagged: alone
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"Is the western perimetre secure? I checked the eastern and it will hold up like a fort." Accent taking a more american feel, and eye contacts hiding natural hues, the man fell in step with another guard, identical black suits blending in with the bare hall. The other responded with something or other, uninterested, and George smiled internally. Too easy: they were already accepting him into the fold. Expressing his thanks, the agent left the guard and turned around, travelling back where he came from.

If all went well -- and it would, considering his planning -- then he'd have a very important part of many things to come. As long as his suit was left where it should be (the dragon was not about to enter a gala looking plain) then at least his gold-madness would be satisfied for the night. George snorted, gaze lingering on a shiny ornament for a moment too long.
Well, sort of satisfied.

[nymphadora.]

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witch | female | twenty-four | tags; angelica, peggy

Eliza tossed the necklace back to Peggy and looked over at Angelica with a bright smile. "Oh it's nothing," she reassured her sister. Peggy rolled her eyes and put the necklace on without using her powers. Eliza brushed off her dress and looked at her two sisters. "Well, the limo is here, so we can head to the gala now," Eliza told her sisters. She grabbed Peggy's purse on the couch and handed it to her. "Shall we go?" Eliza asked with a smile.
Eliza always enjoyed the galas. They were a nice way to meet people and socialize. In past years, her father would try to find a man to be her date, but she had told him that she wasn't interested. She didn't like being forced to be with a man she barely knew. Her father meant well though. He always joked about how he wanted to see his daughters marry another warlock, and her father had his connections. She knew he was just excited to see one of his daughters marry, and she just hoped Angelica would be the first one. She wasn't sure she was ready for any kind of relationship, but she always enjoyed meeting people and socializing at the galas or the clubs in New York City.
Despite her busy job as a nurse, she found tons of time on the weekends and her time off to explore the city and continue her passions. On the weekends, she frequently left the city for a bit to escape the stuffy air or ventured to Central Park. She also continued to practice magic and develop her skills. Her mind wandered down a rabbit hole of her favorite hobbies and thoughts about nature until Peggy grabbed her hand.



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witch | female | twenty-two | tags; angelica, eliza

Peggy rummaged through her purse and pulled out a dark reddish brown lipstick. She applied the lipstick with a small hand mirror and puckered her lips before patting them gently on a tissue. She threw the tissue away and looked at her sisters. "Well, are we going to get going?" she asked them. Eliza seemed to be in one of her quiet states of mind where her thoughts tended to wander. Peggy grabbed her sister's hand. "Let's get going to the gala," she told Eliza. Eliza snapped out of her trance and smiled.
"Yes of course. We should get going," Eliza replied with a smile.
The three sisters exited their apartment and headed for the elevator. Their apartment building was nice, and it wasn't uncommon for people to be strolling around in formal clothing. As they got on the elevator, another man was already on. It was Thomas Jenkins. He was a very wealthy man, but he didn't spend most of his time in New York City. Like their father, he preferred to live outside of the city, and Peggy was aware that he had his own home that he had designed out in Virginia [reference to Thomas Jefferson and Monticello]. Peggy smiled at him politely. "How are you doing Mr. Jenkins?" She asked.
"I'm doing quite well," he replied with a smile. "Where are you young ladies heading off to? Your father's gala?"
"Well, of course," Peggy told him. Where else would they be going? They all exited the elevator on the bottom floor. As the left the building, it began to snow. Eliza smiled at the white particles falling from the sky. The limo driver opened the door for the three ladies, and they went inside the warm limo.



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vampire | male | twenty-nine | tags; alone

George sat in a taxi quietly listening to the Christmas music the driver was playing. He tapped his fingers on the door and watched out the window as it began to snow. The driver asked him where he was off to with such fancy clothes, and George lightly chuckled. "I'm not really a big party person, but I am going to a charity gala," George explained. The driver smiled and laughed a bit.
"My sister dated a guy who took her to a gala. Is it the Swanson Gala? That one is always huge from what I have heard," the driver replied.
"Yes, it would be the Swanson Gala," George told him.
Traffic was bad, and they sat in silence for a few more minutes. Luckily, George didn't live awfully far from the gala, and he was there in no time. He was a bit early, but he was allowed in with the other early visitors to make sure that no one was stuck out in the cold. Upon walking inside, he was greeted by the fresh smell of cookies. He glanced around at the other early birds and came across Mr. Swanson who looked a little anxious. "How are you doing sir?" George asked him politely.
"Very well, George. How are you?" Mr. Swanson replied.
"I am doing great. I can't help but notice, however, that you seem a little tense. Is everything all right?" George asked Mr. Swanson.
"Oh yes, everything is fine. I just received a text from Eliza that they are on their way. It just always spooks me, you know. The weather isn't the greatest tonight," Mr. Swanson explained.
George understood and said his goodbyes to Mr. Swanson. As he walked around, he came across a man he felt he had seen on the news before. He looked like some sort of celebrity he had seen on YouTube. George was not a huge tech person, nor was he someone that spent time on YouTube or Tumblr, but he had heard of this man before. He just couldn't put his finger on the name of the man. Being the gentleman he was, he wanted to greet the man, but he was also very reserved and wasn't known for being outgoing. He politely smiled at the young man and grabbed a glass of wine from one of the many tables.



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werewolf | male | twenty-six | tags; alone

John sat in the back of a stinky cab tapping his foot anxiously. He could not be late to this gala. Jake would kill him if he wasn't there at least a few minutes early. In addition, traffic was awful, it was snowing, and John did not live close to the gala. He knew he should have prepared earlier, but like everything he did; he was always last minute. He was a great procrastinator, and if there had been an Olympic event for procrastination, he would have taken home the gold in a second. However, tonight had not been the night for him to procrastinate. He had made a grave mistake.
As he sat impatiently in the cab, he realized that he may be better off on foot. He was probably a good ten blocks away, but he was a werewolf, and he could be a fast runner if he needed to be. He took a few dollars out of his coat pocket and shoved them in the cab driver's hand before jumping out of the cab. If he sprinted, he felt he could make it in ten minutes, which was much faster than his cab had been going. He moved quickly through the streets but tried to stay at a normal human's running pace. Staying at such an easy pace allowed him to stay at that pace the whole ten blocks. He managed to make it with five minutes to spare.
His buddy, Jake, was dressed warmly as he stood outside of the building. John hurried over to him and took a second to catch his breath.
"Where have you been? Did you run here?" Jake asked in an appalled tone. John acted as if he had to catch his breath and nodded.
"I ran a few of the blocks. Just three or four," John lied with a smile. "But you know me. I am a champion runner."
His friend rolled his eyes. John began to walk in, but Jake stopped him. "You are going to have to wait. You are going to look suspicious coming in with no one, especially considering your wrinkled suit and your crazy hair," Jake told him.
"What do you mean by my crazy hair?" John demanded before snatching his phone out of his pocket and turning the camera on. "Jesus, I look awful," he exclaimed. He pulled out one of his spare hair bands and tied it up in a nice ponytail. He liked having long hair, but everyone always said he should cut it. He looked at his phone one last time and made sure every hair was in place. "Now do I look sophisticated?" John asked.
"Yes of course, but I am still going to have you wait until the crowd gets bigger, so you can just sneak in casually," Jake told him. John huffed angrily and leaned against the wall next to Jake with his arms crossed. He didn't like sitting out in the cold, but at least his high body temperature and warm coat would keep him warm.

[ maybe he can sneak in with Burr aye ;) ]

[baron zemo.]

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✫ hamilton!! thunderbird!! // ✫ currently: inside venue // ✫ tagged: alone
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It was as if the skies had decided to test his patience, and Alexander watched the little flecks of snow start falling onto the bonnet of the car. The mere sight of them made him shiver -- a full, wriggly motion -- and got a booming laugh from his companion. Every person who had the privilege of meeting the Caribbean man in the winter months knew exactly what he thought of the season; there were countless times where one would watch the obscenely bundled figure stomp into work with red ears and a four-cup coffee holder, unable to take the chill. However, the heat, almost as obscene in the urban area of Manhattan, was a friend to the man; Hadley was known for his sharp resiliency in a humid courtroom, even though his opponents had melted.
Must be in the genes.

Without another word, Alex leaned forward and cranked up a dial near the dashboard, turning it all the way to red, and huffed at the chuckle that followed. "It's going to be far colder when you get out of the car, Hadley." Trent, casting a quick glance his way, grinned. "I know you're a living heat-expeller, but toughing it out now will prepare you for the trek to the venue."
Alex, huffing once more, folded his arms. The snow had started to paint the silver bonnet with white, as the pace at which they were moving was unable to dislodge it. Initially, the sight would have made him wide-eyed, childish awe making him curious, but the yearly exposure to New York City snow had depleted the need to see it. Hell, would he kill for rain. Reluctantly, the dial was turned back to just over room temperature, and after 10 minutes of hidden goosebumps and squirming, the car rolled up at the venue.

Trent, refusing to stress an already busy valet, parked the vehicle nearby, and Alex waited patiently as his superior handed over the keys with a polite chat. However, with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his foot tapping, it was obvious that the sight of snow was chilling the lawyer to the bone. It was comical, really. Lost within his presumed death, Alex focused on the sheer wealth around him; he hadn't grown up with much, only the bare necessities, so a lifestyle such as this always managed to make him feel uneasy. It was one thing to look the part, but as a scruffy kid from somewhere on the ocean, he always felt like he needed to do more. Hell, if he'd managed to get within the inner circles, and even attend such a prestigious gala, then perhaps he did have the tools to impress the social elite, let alone a Swanson. It made him slightly giddy evem thinking about it. As Trent caught his attention, and his feet moved with him towards (and through) the entrance, the thought was on the forefront of his mind, a smile creeping onto formerly frozen features.

It didn't take long for the other to bid him farewell, and with the leash dangling without a care, Alexander traversed the floor for something to latch onto, features warming with each step.

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✫ schuyler!! witch!! // ✫ currently: en route // ✫ tagged: eliza, peggy
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Angelica only seemed to raise the eyebrow higher, her smile turning into a cheeky smirk, and then dropping the expression with a small shrug of her shoulders. Briefly, she felt the slight scratch of lace on her shoulders, and rolled them accordingly. It wasn't going to be worrisome, she'd made sure of that; besides, the woman had worn countless uncomfortable things on the air, and reported whatever she was given with an air of calm. If a pesky little tug of lace became the reason for a blunder, then Angelica would reconsider her whole life up until that point. Nonetheless, she nodded swiftly at Eliza's question, before walking over to Peggy as the latter put on lipstick. Almost motherly, she leaned forward and straightened the necklace, letting out a small hum in approval, before stepping back. "If I hadn't known us, then I’d say we're all dressed to kill. However, since I know you all too well, that's a normal thing."

She narrowed her eyes playfully, lips pursed into a smile, and turned on heel. In her peripheral vision, she noted Peggy grab at her other sister's hand, and smiled fondly as the other seemed to come back to reality. She'd always marvelled at how Eliza could find such a comfortable space within her own mind; Angelica had the uncanny sense of recalling things as well, but it was far less nuanced. Sometimes, she'd thought to ask what she thought about, but something within her kept it from occuring; the sisters confided in each other, but Angelica hated to pry.

The thoughts faded as she followed her sisters out of the apartment building, stopping to lock and place the key in her clutch bag, before slipping into the elevator just as it closed (if there was some magical intervention, she would not say). However, she was pleasantly surprised by the familar face among them, and greeted Thomas warmly; mentally, she reminded herself to schedule another meeting with him, as she adored bouncing her ideas off of a harsh critic. Angelica let her sisters do the talking until they exited, heels clicking softly until the limo came within sight.

It was snowing, much to her amazement , and Angelica expressed her observation with a chuckle. "Well, hopefully it stays light, right?" While she didn't mind the weather, she knew the dangers of snow and asphalt. Hell, she'd read many reports on the very thing; call her paranoid, but it was a trait that got her far. She'd never dreamed of expressing that to her sisters though, now snug within the warm limo. The door closed, and Angelica placed her clutch on her lap. "I can't believe I'm banned from interviewing anyone tonight; this crawls with a good story." The sigh was dramatic, complete with her throwing her head back, but her eyes were teasing.

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✫ burr!! fallen angel!! // ✫ currently: at the entrance// ✫ tagged: john(?)
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The car stopped without fanfare, and Aaron found himself looking up from his phone, startled. The screen, full of messages, faded to black from inactivity, and the attorney pocketed the device as her stepped out, hands immediately going to rub out any creases in his suit. The lighting casted a brighter hue on the fabric for a moment, making the man panic, but he slowly realized just how idiotic the notion was. Hell, he had Maria Leed (a friend who he'd practically considered family, after a rather pesky divorce case) check that the suit would -- well -- suit him for the evening. In fact, she'd even sent a picture to her daughter, and the girl had shrieked in approval. If the lawyer had managed to please the fourteen year old, then he did something right.

Bowtie in place, Aaron paid the uber driver with a generous tip and went on his way, seeing that he'd just managed to beat the sudden rush of invited guests. However, when he checked his phone to see if the district attorney had arrived, he was shocked to see that they had already entered, leaving him to do as he pleased. Now, Aaron had banked on at least entering with a figure that would allow him to survey the ball from afar, and now he'd be entering with the foresight of a mole.
Blind. Just great.

The man exhaled, warm breath forming a curl of mist, and proceededto make his way towards the entrance. Mentally, he prepared himself by sorting through his potential guest-list (it wasn't hard to search #SwansonGala a few days before as a precaution) and calmed himself significantly as the crowds dwindled. However, it didn't take long for him to realize that another problem may arise: he was technically a plus-one (or so he thought, he hadn't asked for details), so would his name be on the list? Comically, Aaron froze, a sense of dread forming, and looked around wildly. Perhaps one of the staff eould be able to assist?

He should have just stayed at home.

Searching quickly, Aaron's gaze landed on a duo, pinning one as a guard, and quickly made his way over. Keeping his voice loose and polite, he cleared his throat. "Excuse me gentlemen but," he paused, sighing slightly. "I'm unsure if my name is on the list -- my partner for the night seems to have entered without me, and I'm unsure if they mentioned my late arrival. If needed, I can get confirmation from them?" Flashing his signature smile, he inhaled, waiting for a response.

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✫ lafayette!! merfolk!! // ✫ currently: livestreaming // ✫ tagged: george w.
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Moving around the room, Gilbert managed to avoid getting anything too important within the frames of their camera, talking quietly with the fans that had tuned in. While they did name-drop a few familar faces, they refused to give into demands of footage; they took consent, and all its synonyms, very seriously, and when some fans asked for calm, they were glad that they understood. "I'd love to, my friends, but this is my first official gala, and I am technically working as well. The years before, they hadn't even been considered for an invite -- an incident he'd spoken about on his channel for months as a joke -- that when the invite arrived, they'd been a little more than starstruck.

So, Gilbert had come with the rest of the French diplomats, and somehow got them to agree to the not-so-impromptu livestream. However, Gilbert was not willing to breach their welcome, so when they saw the host appear out of the corner of their eye, they turned back to the camera with an apologetic smile. "Duty calls! I'll be off until tomorrow, but I will hopefully keep you all updated through pictures. If not, expect a full fashion breakdown once the press releases images! Bonne nuit."

The comments wished them well, and a splendid night ahead, so Gil tapped the screen with a sigh. They always got a thrill from knowing that they had made someone smile, especially in real-time; the videos helped slightly, but they truly enjoyed engaging with their fans, from haters to likers. Honestly, there was nothing more energizing than positivity, and nothing more strengthening than dealing with negativity. Now at a loss for engagement, the diplomat put on their more formal demeanour, only to notice that they were being watched.

Gilbert, not being one for subtlety in some situations, chose to embrace it as they walked forward. Picking a glass of their own, meeting the man's gaze (They swore that they'd seen it before. A small party, perhaps?) they discreetly lifted it in acknowledgement, a smile playing on their lips. "To a winter's gala, yes? It's quite cold." On instinct, they reeled in the accent slightly; it was a bad habit from their days studying.

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✫ kg3!! dragon!! // ✫ currently: planning things // ✫ tagged: alone
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It was easy, too easy in fact. George watched the guests filter in from a strategic position, sipping at his glass the room around him mixed and mingled. The black and gold ensemble fitted like a glove, and he found himself more-often-than-not with his hands fiddling with the golden lining. It was a habit he'd never managed to get rid of, ingrained deep within the recesses of his scaly soul. Gold was a dragon's go-to love, and while others found solace in knowledge or even souls, he found himself to be more traditional in loves.
That, and his quiet thirst for leadership, but that was nothing new.

However, George was surprised when he saw the host arrive without his precious cargo -- he knew the women would always arrive as a set, it had been proven -- so with a frustrated sigh, he left his designated perch, passing by the conversation with a fluidity few mastered
He caught little as he passed, sighing quietly at the telltale signs of a father's paranoia, and moved to yet another observation position.

If he couldn't catch a Swanson at the current moment, then he'd observe the many potential targets on his waiting list; he wasn't tasked to do so, but hell, was he willing to go all out when it came to winning this little game he'd greated.
George smiled over the rim of his glass, predatory, before the flicker left as it lowered.

(I word vomited whoops; didn't even notice the length wowie. Hope that's okay!)(Also a brief Maria Reynolds reference on Burr's side; and feel free to have Aaron actually have a plus-one open lol)

[nymphadora.]

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witch | female | twenty-four | tags; angelica, peggy, alexander

Eliza stepped out of the cozy limousine into the unforgivably cold night. It continued to snow, and she smiled as some of the white specks collected in her soft, dark brown locks of hair. She helped Peggy stumble out of the limo and Angelica followed. They all smiled at each other and headed inside. The gala would officially start in a few minutes, but knowing her father, Eliza knew her dad would not do any of his speeches until later in the night. He liked to keep things casual and fun, especially in a storm. He wanted to make sure everyone invited arrived before making any announcements. People often considered him old-fashioned, and in a way he was, but he was also a kind man who wanted to make sure everyone arrived safely.
As they entered the building, Eliza quickly warmed up from the frosty air. A woman took her coat, and she moved over to the entrance to the grand hall. She didn't even have to check with security because she and her sisters came every year. They weren't really famous, but being apart of the social elite in New York City came with its perks. People knew you for no reason. It made things weird in Eliza's nursing career, but she didn't mind. She knew most social elite wouldn't take a job in nursing or be a waitress like Peggy, but the Swanson sisters believed in independence and working for their own money. They weren't about to let the fact that they already had significant wealth stop them from working hard and helping people by having regular jobs.
As she entered the gala, Eliza's mouth dropped in awe. Every year, the celebration seemed to become grander in new ways. The room had tables along the sides and scattered around the middle, but also an area for dancing and chatting with others. There was food lined up in the back of the room, and a sign pointing to a separate room where the silent auction was located. The room was filled with people from all over New York City, and even some people from D.C. Eliza admired the stage where her father would deliver his speech. This year, there was a Christmas tree next to a beautiful fountain. Eliza wasn't one to live up the luxuries, but the gala was gorgeous, and no one could hide it. She looked around the room for her father, who she knew would be worried sick about them, and finally found him.
She hurried over to her father and hugged him. "Hello dear," her father said with a smile.
"Hello father," Eliza replied with a smile. She knew he had probably been worried about them. They briefly talked, and she explained that Angelica and Peggy were around the party too exploring and chatting. He told her to enjoy herself, and she decided that would be the best to do. She loved seeing her father, but she also enjoyed socializing with other people. She just wished it wasn't all rich people. Those who were wealthy tended to be snotty and arrogant. Eliza didn't really like that type of person. She preferred people who were down to Earth, and people who weren't snotty or all proper and elegant. Eliza enjoyed having a good time, and that didn't always involve perfect manners. However, for events like these, she tried her best to keep her manners at the top of her game. As she passed through the crowd, she smiled at all of the people who made eye contact with her.
As she explored the room of people, she came across a man with long hair. He seemed a little out of place. He didn't look like all of the wealthy, snotty people who were too busy with how proper they sounded and looked to say what they meant. He seemed different. He wasn't just different in his lack of wealth though; she sensed that he wasn't human. She couldn't put her finger on what he was because she had only sensed an aura like this a few times, but she could tell he was not human. She watched him quietly from a distance almost like an animal watching its prey, but with curiosity, not hunger. She was intrigued by the man, but she wasn't good at approaching. Her eyes left him in fear that he would notice her, and she decided to try and socialize with someone else as she wondered where her sisters could be.



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witch | female | twenty-two | tags; angelica, eliza

Peggy stumbled out of the limousine clumsily. She wasn't the greatest when it came to heels, but she also loved wearing them. She disliked the cold weather, and she sneezed when she entered its cold embrace. She wiped her nose with a tissue that had been stowed away in her coat pocket and smiled brightly. The wind and snow made her cheeks grow red in the cold, but she couldn't help but enjoy it because she loved the feeling of snow and the look of it. She made her way inside following Eliza and Angelica. She handed her coat off and walked in the most regal way she could compose to the entrance of the room. She wanted to seem mature and wealthy, but she was also very childish. She felt very out of place in these kinds of galas, but she still enjoyed socializing and meeting people. She felt as if she knew most of the people by now, but there always seemed to be new people entering that she hadn't seen before.
One person she noticed was talking with someone that she recognized as a city council member. She could sense the man was a vampire. One of the many perks of being a witch was the ability to detect the presence of other magical and supernatural creatures around you. The other person that the vampire was talking to was not of the human nature either. She recognized him as someone from YouTube. Being younger than someone like George, Peggy spent a fair amount of time watching YouTube and exploring the Internet. Probably a lot more than her sisters, but she knew that Eliza enjoyed the Internet in her spare time as well. Then there was Angelica who was always writing stories, but she wasn't sure that Angelica ever used it for the fun aspects of the Internet like YouTube. Anyway, she instantly recognized the other man as Gilbert Lapointe. He was a French YouTuber, and she had always enjoyed his videos. She checked her phone and laughed when she noticed that he had been live-streaming a few minutes ago. She thought it was quite crazy to see him at her father's party, and she was even more intrigued by the fact that she could sense he was a mermaid, or in this case a merman? It was hard to say considering Gilbert went by non-binary.
After noticing Gilbert, she didn't want to be a stalker, so she carried on exploring the ballroom. She saw many people of all shapes and sizes. She sensed the auras of many humans, but also the ones of many creatures. Some of the creatures she sensed were hard to discern. Some of them she had never encountered in a one-on-one scenario, so she couldn't 100% discern what they were. As she walked around channeling her powers, she felt a tap on her shoulder and jumped. Thankfully, it was just her father. He hugged her and, they quickly chatted. Peggy went on about how beautiful the place was, and her father scolded her for using the time to channel the auras of people. He tried to get her to enjoy herself, and she told him she was, but she just enjoyed finding out who was of the supernatural and who wasn't. He laughed knowing how curious she was and told her to enjoy herself before going off to find Angelica.



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vampire | male | twenty-nine | tags; gilbert

George had been sipping his glass of wine, watching Gilbert with his following. He found it somewhat funny. It was interesting how people could utilize the Internet to gain fame as actors did. George considered himself a man of the past. Technology was not his forte, nor did he enjoy using it on a daily basis for social media purposes. However, he found it amusing that people were so interested in it. His friends always called him "old fart" for being so anti-technology, but he wasn't really against it. He just didn't like using it. He preferred a book over a tablet, and he preferred an older television over a flat-screen tv. He was old school, especially for his age, but he enjoyed it. He remembered when he was a teen people would joke about him being meant for a different time. Maybe the 1800s or the early 1900s. He wondered if that period would have suited him best, but he would never know. Now that he was a vampire though, he would always be an old schooler. Living forever had its issues, and one was that he would have to eventually learn how to text and use "emojis" properly.
As he reminisced, he noticed that the man had stopped filming on his device and had approached him. He was surprised by how rich the man's French accent was when he spoke. It left George with goosebumps. It was a beautiful accent. He always appreciated the accents from people around the world. They were so pleasing to the ear, especially the warm tone of the man who had approached him. He realized he hadn't even answered the man and had simply been analyzing his voice. He coughed and took a sip of his drink. "Ah yes. It is quite cold tonight," He started. George wasn't the greatest conversationalist unless it came to military tactics, academics, or politics. He racked his mind for a good conversation starter but found himself failing miserably. This is why he hated these occasions. He cleared his throat and realized he could ask a simple question that would probably be stupid, but at least save the conversation. "I noticed you were live-streaming, are you famous? I must say, I'm not really into all of the social media stuff, but I feel like I may have seen you on the news or something..." George said trying to start a conversation. He felt stupid and at a loss for words, but he also couldn't help but admit that he had no idea what this man's name was. The face was familiar, but nothing else could come to him except a smell. A smell of what seemed like salt or saltwater seemed to come from the young man he was speaking to. He wondered if he could be one of the merfolk from the seas.



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werewolf | male | twenty-six | tags; aaron

John watched as people continued to enter. He was irritated that Jake was refusing to let him. A steady flow of people had begun to enter, and it made him angry that he couldn't join. From what he could see, the place looked worth more than his own life. It made him uncomfortable knowing that he didn't belong, but he had to show up his ex, and he had to make use of the crappy text he had bought for his ex. He stomped his foot and growled under his breath.
"Did you just growl?" Jake asked him a little surprised. Jake had been taking care of the guest list, but briefly took the second to address John's actions.
"You irritate me, Jake. Do you see how many people are going in? I could easily sneak in right now. You are making me wait on purpose," John accused angrily.
"I'm doing my best. Give it a few more people, and you can go in," Jake told him. John figured this was fair enough, so he straightened himself out and tried to look more respectable and approachable. He hadn't seen his ex yet, but he would be ready to look fabulous when he did. Right as Jake was about to let him in, a man approached them. The man seemed worried and a little anxious. John flashed a charming smile. The man was handsome. He wasn't aware of his sexuality, but being the flirt that John was, he didn't really care. He and Jake listened to the man's words, and he smiled a bit.
"You know, I know exactly how we can clear this up," John told the man. "My name is John, and I'm not supposed to be here either. However, my buddy, Jake here, is going to let me in. I've been waiting to sneak in with some random people, but now it looks like we might both be outsiders at this party. How about we be each other's plus-ones?" John asked the man flashing him a big smile. He had no idea what the name of this man was, but he was interested in getting into the party already, and so was this guy. He figured this would be some good teamwork, and maybe, just maybe, this guy wasn't heterosexual, but John wasn't keeping his hopes up. He offered his hand to the man and hoped he would take it so that they could go inside.



[ I hope it is okay that I skipped the limo ride. I just thought it would be easier so all of the characters can start interacting and stuff. c: Also, no worries about the word vomit. Your post was amazing, and I love your coding. Mine is inferior xD ] [ I'm word vomiting too now haha. I have so much muse for this roleplaayyyy. It makes me so happy haha ]

[baron zemo.]

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✫ hamilton!! thunderbird!! // ✫ currently: inside venue // ✫ tagged: alone, angelica(mentioned)
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He had to admit that the sheer amount of detail was astoundingly beautiful, and Alex found himself stopping to marvel at the odd light fixture or ornament. The man had never been exposed to luxuries such as this, and with the curiosity of a child, he absorbed the images around him with an intensity most had learned to ignore. Of course, he tried to stay poised and alert -- he was around equally lavish people -- but it was somewhat obvious to decipher how the room affected him. One could never truly hide one's roots, and Hadley's happened to be more prominent than most. Besides, he wore his mind on his sleeve, talking fast and playing hard, so the life of subtlety never really managed to sink in.

That may make him 'scruffy and rugged', but man, did he play that well. Swinging by a table for a glass of wine (he wondered how old it was, the taste had a different quality to the cheap, boxed wine at home), Alex continued his prowl of the room, unaware of anyone who could be watching him. His steps were with intent, as if he was purposefully creating haphazard loops within the ballroom, and if one knew the rituals of a thunderbird, it would be considered normal. Thunderbirds, when anxious, made haphazard loops in the sky, seeking a place to settle a storm or just another creature to engage; Alexander, confined to the floor, hadn't even noticed the similarities.

However, he didn't have the time to notice them anyway, being pulled into a conversation after he heard his name. He looked up -- the group consisted of a few lawyers he had met -- and turned on heel, stalking forward as he forcefully inserted himself into the conversation. The others, shocked but ever so polite, let him do so, and immediately regretted the choice.
Alexander, much like the courtroom, defended his honour by sinking theirs; it was not gentlemanly behaviour, but alas, Alex was not as bound to such things.

It did not take long for the group to disband, their unwillingness to spark a fight shown, and the previously electric demeanour drooped into a more sombre Alex. He'd been enjoying that, damnit, and with the rush dissipating, he started to scowl. "I think I need another glass of wine." Reluctantly admitting defeat, he walked off, only to catch the eye of a seemingly interested observer; it was brief, but a challenge all the same, especially when he realised exactly who was watching. Impulsively, Alexander changed course, accepting, and a smirk graced his face.

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By the time the trio had entered the ballroom, Angelica could already feel a few eyes on them; it was a natural occurrence, considering they were hosts in their own right, so she turned to her sisters to confirm that they were on the same page. She wasn't surprised to see that Eliza had made a beeline towards their father, and the telltale feeling of Peggy searching the room for other beings made her smile, so she left the latter as she entered thr crowds, hoping to get a glass.

It didn't take her long, especially since no-one had chosen to approach her, and by the time she'd procured a glass of white wine (she preferred red, but details) the room and grumbled into a plesant hum; the winter chill was locked away behind double doors. While she was observing the floor, Angelica felt the strings if her aura unwind, moving around the room with a slight elegance; she may have hated to pry, but by the way Peggy was searching the room, there must be something interesting. And there was: too many indecipherable auras seemed to litter the room, and Angelica smiled at the notion. It was rare to find so many different species in one room. However, she stopped just as a more familar signature came towards her, and flashed a cheeky smile as she embraced her father. "I know, I know, but let them be; it's harmless...and I'll watch out for them." The words, buried into his shoulder, carried weight, and she hummed as she was jostled by his laugh.

They were the only family she had, so the pledge was obvious. Left once again to her own devices, Angelica gravitated her gaze back to her sisters, only to catch a strange sight: Eliza seemed immensely interested at the sight of anpther guest, his aura rugged and downright foreign. She hummed in shock, trying in vain to pin it down, only for her current knowledge to fall short. Instantly, she grew interested. "Hey..." Walking back to Peggy, Angelica kept her voice low, gesturing with a hand. "That man over there seems to have caught our dear Eliza's eye." As she spoke, she employed one of the few tricks she'd learned in her current status, especially among men.
She stared, feigning interest.

Like a moth to a flame, Angelica watched in amusement as the unknown creature started to squirm -- telltale signs of knowing they were being watched -- and by the time she felt his eyes catch her own, she was smirking. The man narrowed his eyes questioningly, and Angelica hummed, inaudible. If she was shocked that the man started approaching them, she didn't show it, ever the sturdy one.

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Aaron folded his arms behind his back, rocking slightly on heel, and hoped that the act came across as nonchalance; with having taken a part-time psychology class a few years back, and his apparent knack for reading others, Aaron was sure that he could at least present the demeanour he wanted. It seemed to do the trick, and when he caught the signs of a smile on the other's lips, he mentally beamed. He still had it: if anyone had known the man from his not-so-single college years, then they'd explaun just how slick they could get.

Then again, he thought quietly, the words always seemed to flow around handsome people; and somehow, he'd managed to stumble across another. The man -- John, if he'd been listening correctly -- was downright gorgeous, a word he never used liberally, and Aaron made sure to look away at odd intervals in case he was staring; he was grateful that the night hid any signs of a smile-filled blush. The plan -- despite its future implications -- was secure enough, though. "So you're...sneaking in with me? That doesn't sound very secure, but I have no right to judge."

His tongue, forever protecting his brand, was reeled in when he realized what he said. Mentally, he winced; sarcasm was a staple in his casual speech, and pairing that with the detached life of his angelic status, it seeped in more often than he expected. Aaron generally ignored it, but gods above, did he know it was rude.
He coughed, passing an apologetic glance to the men as he nodded. "However, it can work; nobody would expect me to name my plus-one explicitly, so don't worry about sticking around. I owe you my deepest thanks; I thought I wouldn't get in." He returned the smile, laughing softly, and shrugged. "So, shall we?"

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The glass went back to their lips briefly, eyes watching over the rim of the glass, and smiled mentally at the response. While everyone always assumed that the diplomat was naturally good at talking, it was far from it, especially when they had just started learning a brand new language. Pair that with being an only child -- masked from the privileges of being around others -- and Gil remembered more quiet days than loud, especially around new people.

However, the man in front of him was far from new, and yet they couldn't place the reason for their sudden thought. Then again, Gil was sure that they would have recalled meeting such a dapper man, and when he spoke again, they were sure that the sentiment was mutual. The question didn't shock them in the way most would expect; Gilbert knew that not everyone had cross their channel, nor had an interest in such things.

They gawked slightly, looking away with a small chuckle. "I wouldn't say that I am famous, no, but I do -- what is the word -- 'dabble' in things on YouTube." Gilbert paused, shrugging slightly, before extending their free hand with a smile. If the small talk was solidifying into a conversation, then their ingrained manners screamed for an introduction; their mind was ready to kick them until kingdom come when they finally deciphered who they were talking to, especially when they noticed a fellow diplomat shoot them a startled look. "Diplomacy is my first love, however, so...Gilbert Lapointe, at your service."
Whatever possessed them, be it the rules of the ocean or just pure muscle memory, had managed to get them to bow slightly.

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✫ kg3!! dragon!! // ✫ currently: planning things // ✫ tagged: alone
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Almost giddy, the agent watched as the room turned, acknowledging the Swanson sisters as they entered the ballroom. While some immediately turned back to discuss the trio among themselves, George had realized that he had almost smashed the neck of the glass between his fingertips; the excitement had briefly taken over, now reeled into a cold neutrality.
They had arrived: he had a night to drag the trio down to two.

As expected, the sisters branched off into the crowds, assimilating into the gala like a fish to water, and George left his perch once more; a laugh here, a chat there, he slowly blended into the growing crowds, playing the role of an intrigued guest. His gaze, nonetheless, stayed trained on at least one sister at a time, trying to decide who he would approach:

1. The eldest, a wildcard.
2. The middle, sweet, yet sturdy in her own way.
And 3. The youngest...An avenue that may work in his favour.

Unfortunately, the three seemed to have bundled together slightly, closing his window of opportunity, so the dragon continued his rounds, itching to set his plans in motion. If all went well, then he would not even need to call for backup; he'd deliver his precious cargo in his own car.

(It feels so good to have such a nice flow of muse to start the year aaaa I'm excited!! And no no no, your posts are amazing!!! c: )(Also, prepare for unapologetic-flirt Alex oml)

[nymphadora.]

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witch | female | twenty-four | tags; angelica, peggy, alexander (sorta)

Eliza continued to converse with a few ladies still eyeing the odd man. His aura was different, but she would need to be closer to try and discern what exactly he could be. She looked away from him once more trying not to seem like a stalker. There was something about him that attracted her to him. He wasn't wealthy, but she was never fond of the arrogant, wealthy men she had met anyways. She liked that he was different, and it made her want to talk to him, but she wasn't good at approaching people she wasn't familiar with. At least the ladies she had been speaking with were old family friends. She turned her head and noticed her sisters had come together. She decided she ought to see what they were up to. She bid their old family friends goodbye and smiled nicely.

Eliza made her way over to her sisters to see what they were talking about. She followed Angelica's gaze and noticed that they were both watching the same man she had been. She stopped for a second realizing she was slightly uncomfortable and unsure of what Angelica was trying to do. She composed herself though and hurried over to her sisters. "What are you guys up to?" Eliza asked them with a smile. She noticed the man that she had been watching seemed to be approaching them through the crowd. She grew a little antsy. She didn't feel like she ought to be so anxious about such a normal meeting, but she couldn't help it. The stark differences between this man and every other man that often attended these galas were astounding. He was just a normal guy. Eliza would have preferred if her father's galas and parties catered to the middle class more. She knew it was a way to raise money through his auctions and for charity, but she would have loved to meet more normal people.

While working as a nurse, Eliza had met wonderful, hard-working people. They were all struggling to pay off their schooling, and she would often slip extra money she got to them when they weren't looking. She wanted to do anything she could to help, and she didn't see a problem with slipping them some extra cash. They needed it more than she did. She loved her nursing friends more than she could explain. They were all wonderful people, and she wished they could have been at the gala. She could have invited them, but she tried to keep herself low profile. She didn't like to talk about being rich or anything even though she was sure they probably knew. For her, it was nice to just enjoy being a normal person while she worked. Helping people was her passion, and she enjoyed the work even though it could get tedious and emotional. She blinked clearing the thoughts from her eyes, and she smiled at her sisters.



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witch | female | twenty-two | tags; angelica, eliza, alexander (sorta)

Peggy continued to wander aimlessly around the room. She wasn't good at starting conversations with people, especially people with such attitudes and uptight behaviors, but she tried her best to converse. She talked to a few young women around her age and found herself engaged in a conversation with one of them that had been to Hollywood and met Ryan Gosling. Peggy didn't believe the story, but she laughed along and tried to make gossip with the other women. She had gotten so caught up in the random gossip that she had forgotten to look for Angelica. She politely left the conversation and scanned the mob of people for her sister. She could see Eliza conversing with other women, and she wondered why she couldn't have that kind of luck. Peggy felt as if she was always the worst when it came to being a conversationalist. She debated if she should interrupt Eliza's chat to see if she knew where Angelica was, but as she turned she found Angelica to be right next to her.

She listened to Angelica about Eliza and smirked a bit. It seemed that Eliza was eyeing a scruffy-looking man. Peggy could definitely see the appeal. She knew Eliza preferred humble men over the snotty men that made up the majority of the New York City elite's population. Peggy crossed her arms and smirked watching as Angelica worked her mind games. One of the nice things about witches was that they could get people's attention fairly quickly. Humans were drawn to magic whether they realized it or not, and other supernatural creatures were generally drawn to witches as well. It was like a calling sign. Unlike most stories, witches weren't ugly creatures with warts and pointy noses. They were often fairly attractive, and they possessed great magic. This kind of magic made it easy to draw just about anyone in.

She watched the man approach them smiling. She nudged Eliza lightly to keep her in the moment. Her mind drifted so easily it seemed. Though Peggy was not one to judge because she was the exact same way. In fact, a young man [just a random man, not any character] caught her eye in a group of people. He looked around her age, and she was interested in pursuing him, but she was also very intrigued by the man that was approaching them. She decided to pursue the younger man after. She could sense he was human, and she thought she could maybe pull a few tricks and have some fun. Peggy's attention snapped back to the approaching man though, and she watched him curiously.



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vampire | male | twenty-nine | tags; gilbert

George watched the man sipping his wine. He was slightly uncomfortable, feeling afraid that he had offended the man by not knowing him. As the man explained who he was, he felt more comfortable. The feeling of stupidity wiped away, and he realized he must have seen the man on the news. Being a diplomat was an intriguing job. George had considered it after his time in the National Guard. However, politics had pulled him into the world of government, and now he was apart of the city council. He intended to run for mayor, but the position wouldn't be open for another two years. Until then, he was content with his position and hoped that maybe one day he would get good enough to be a Governor or Senator for New York. For now, he was happy with his work and his articles on politics.

After Gilbert's introduction, he smiled widely and shook the man's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Gilbert. My name is George Whitmore," he told him with a pleasant smile. He enjoyed the energy that radiated from Gilbert, and he was quite the looker. He looked very nice and had a great fashion taste. George couldn't help but feel insecure in his plain navy suit. He couldn't help but smile at the fellow. Gilbert just radiated a toxic feeling of joy. It warmed George's heart to meet such a nice young man. He didn't reek of human blood either, and the smell of seawater continued to fill the vampire's nose. George knew he must be a merman, and he found that quite intriguing. He had a friend on the National Guard that had been a merman. They were great and well-spirited people.

Reaching for a new idea to keep the conversation going, he tried to find something outside of politics. With the way politics were nowadays, George preferred to ignore the topic at all costs. It was such an aggravating and toxic subject that it almost made George hate his job. He was against the divide between the political parties these days. He wished they would just come together on a single mission for once. Shaking the thought, he finally came up with a good conversation starter. "So, you have a very beautiful French accent. When did you move to America?" he asked trying to start a nice chat. He worried beautiful might have used the wrong word, and he mentally slapped himself for such an odd choice. He knew some men were too masculine to accept such compliments, and he hoped Gilbert wouldn't be offended. However, the man seemed to be very fluid in his display of gender, and George respected it. He wished he could see more people as happy with themselves and open like Gilbert.



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werewolf | male | twenty-six | tags; aaron

John watched the man curiously. He was an attractive man, and he definitely had caught John's eye. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to show up his ex with a date, but he also knew this would be a great opportunity to get both of them in once and for all. He eyed Jake for a response to his offer and Jake rolled his eyes. John knew he had won this one. He listened to the man voice his concerns and got slightly irritated. He knew it wasn't the most secure plan, but would anyone honestly ask about them? If security had let them in, they were meant to be there at that point. He was relieved to hear when the man finally agreed though, and a smile lit up his face.

"Ah, that's my friend. You made the right decision," John told him with a wink. He nudged Jake on the shoulder and grinned. "Well, will you let my plus one and I in?" He asked playfully. Jake chuckled a bit and rolled his eyes nodding. "Perfect lets hijack this gala," John joked to the man as they walked in. Upon walking in, John's breath was taken away once more. Seeing the room in full was like looking at the inside of a castle. Every table was probably worth more than John's own yearly salary. He gulped knowing he was instantly out of place, but he was still excited about the wonderful opportunity. It also helped that he had a very nice-looking man at his side.

He turned to the man and smiled. "Well, isn't this place beautiful?" he mused as he looked around. It was breathtaking, and he could barely take it all in. He paused a moment, realizing he hadn't asked the man his name. "I know we are complete strangers, but I don't think I caught your name. What is it?" he asked the man with a pleasant smile. The feeling of being out of place made him slightly uncomfortable, but there was a very calming feeling he got from the man. In addition, he didn't reek like a vampire, so he wouldn't have to worry about any blood feud. He could smell vampires in the crowd, but luckily, he had managed to walk in a guy that lacked the revolting stench of a vampire.


[ i'm sorry if this post seems a little short, i kept getting interrupted while writing it, and i just did not have a good day today. however, i still have a huge muse for this, and i am really excited for my next post tomorrow. i do have an event i am attending, but i should get a post up once it is over. :3 ] [ also so excited for some flirty alex! haha ]

[baron zemo.]

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✫ hamilton!! thunderbird!! // ✫ currently: inside venue // ✫ tagged: the swanson sisters
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Now, Alexander Hadley was not one to back down from a challenge, no matter how daunting it mat seem. He did have some form of common sense on the matter, but usually he managed to just squeeze by it. Pairing that insatiable desire to one-up someone with a renowned tendency to flirt, and one would have the origins for his college nickname, despite it being rather ironic.
The tomcat: stealing his way into the hearts of others with some form of siren song. Personally, Alexander preferred the term "Lovebird".

However, as he walked towards not one, but two of the Swanson sisters, he almost felt apprehensive. Alex was used to sliding up to groups of ladies and men, don't get him wrong, but never to a group with such a high class, let alone a duo. The eldest was looking his way though, as challenging as her stints on the news, so the thunderbird could not back down. What would one take him for? A fledgeling?! The duo turned into a trio as he neared, and with a falter in step, he caught the brief glance that the middle Swanson gave him; for some reason, the world seemed to stop, crackling with an intensity that rivalled any storm, and Alex puffed out slightly in response.

He liked the feeling. By the time he was standing in front of the ladies, the air of confidence had escalated into one of true fearlessness, and Alex bowed low, maintaining eye contact. "It's an honor to be at this party, ladies, though it's a higher honor to be in your presence." The words were smooth, sleek even, but when Alex had gotten close enough to sense that something was not exactly normal, he became apprehensive about his course of action.
However, being one that tested fate time and time again, Alexander winked at the trio.

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✫ schuyler!! witch!! // ✫ currently: at the gala// ✫ tagged: eliza, peggy, alex
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Angelica was surprised when she seemed to get a double dose of stares and approaches, spotting Eliza advancing with a curious -- yet antsy -- expression. It didn't take a rocket scientist to decipher what she may be thinking, but she didn't address it full out. Instead, nudging her slightly, she broke her game of eye-contact and smiled innocently."Well, I'm making friends...Having a nice conversation, mostly. Wanna join?"
She winked, hoping that she wasn't overstepping her boundaries, and turned back as the man neared.

Up close, Angelica had to admit that the gentleman was pretty good looking, and yet she kept a straight face at his introduction. "It's an honor to be at this party, ladies, though it's a higher honor to be in your presence." The words held a jest, and she returned it with the tone she used when she was posturing; quick and witty.

"There are greater honors in life, but I'm sure you'll reach them soon." A test, she decided, and was shocked to hear him fire back without a hitch. If a smile actually graced her lips, she wouldn't acknowledge it.

"There's a million behind me, and a million before me, but just you wait; I'll get to them soon enough." Angelica watched the man's gaze flicker between her sisters, as if affirming his words, and mentally smiled as he almost seemed to linger on Eliza. The sisterly protective nature almost flared at the sight, but when she honed in on the man's aura, he held no sort of ill intent among the stormt details.
"Nonetheless, it is a pleasure to meet you all; Alexander Hadley, upcoming lawyer." The unapologetic nature he held seemed to ease her stance; a feat few managed to do, and as she turned to her sisters, Angelica drawled out a quick "Is that so?"

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✫ burr!! fallen angel!! // ✫ currently: in the ballroom// ✫ tagged: john
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If Aaron had his wings out, they would have flinched at the wink, displaying the uneasy feeling that a blush would have done; an angel's wings were the epicentre of conveying emotion, each primary feather rippling an intent unapologetically. However, it was not something his species -- fallen or not -- liked to show, especially with the concept of the afterlives being a near-political source of chaos. Aaron understood the sentiment quite well: showing much could ruin a career, let alone a life.

"Indeed, hijackjng a gala seems like the perfect thing to do." However, his wings weren't out, and they hadn't seen the light of day for a month, so he was able to return the wink with a wry smile, sending his deepest thanks to the man's guard friend as they entered. Almost immediately, Aaron straightened his posture, eyes flickering about the room with interest. There were already faces that he had come to know, and some that he only knew by passing, and that was impressive in itself. It wasn't his first gala of this nature, but the air of importance never seemed to settle his ambitious heart.

Aaron was so invested in the thought that he almost missed the words thrown his way, and visibly flinched as reality caught up with him; having hidden away his wings for so long, the fallen angel was not as in tune with the universe as he thought, not even sensing the soul next to him. On one hand, it felt good to be detached from his tainted failure, but on the other hand...
He pushed the thought away with a grin, mimicking the wink he'd seen previously. Might as well network. "It's a beautiful ballroom with beautiful people, so it matches." The words could mean anything, which was just how he liked them, but he extended a hand. "And we get to meet some of them. I'm Aaron Barclay, nice to meet you."

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✫ lafayette!! merfolk!! // ✫ currently: conversing // ✫ tagged: george w.
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Whitmore. Something seemed to click within the merfolk's mind, and as Gilbert shook the received hand, they had even more information flood within their conciousness. Firstly, they recalled the surname among some files at the embassy, and they weren't any ordinary paperwork either. Racking their brain at breakneck speed, they recalled them being among information on New York City's council -- It clicked hard. Mentally, the shame rolled in, physically manifesting into a sheepish smile. Mon dieu. "It's not every day that one meets a council member, sir, so I still believe that the pleasure is all mine." The falter in smile was brief, apologetic even, and Gil mentally scrambled to fix it.

However, their mind also flickered to the colder feeling around their palm, unlike anything they had felt with a handshake. Now, the merfolk were known for their sensitivity within the ocean -- they would be unable to dominate it otherwise -- but the dry air almost seemed to double it; the brief touch, despite the chilly weather, did not hold the exact warmth that humans harboured. It seemed that the merfolk may have met another inhuman species by accident, and one that may know what they are. They swallowed slightly, suddenly recalling the stories old mers used to scare the young.

However, George (Georges. The name flashed by, oddly fond.) hadn't seemed to show any signs of knowing, so Gil reciprocated; it didn't take much to ignore it anyway, as the compliment left them reeling in slight pride. Glancing away with a quick chuckle, but still listening to the question, they volleyed back a response. "Why thank you, I am still surprised that it's stuck with me since I moved. It's been around four years now, but I am enjoying it." They gestured, feigning nonchalance, but the smile was obvious. "Though I can spot that your accent is not quite like a new yorker, yes?"

They paused, a frown gracing their features for a moment, before grinning. "And the cut of your suit is impeccable, I might add; pardon the pun, but it suits you well." Gilbert was about to punctuate the words with a sip of wine, only to realize they were sipping air. Tragic, indeed.

(Don't stress! It happens, and I'm sorry that your day didn't go so well! <3 Sending all the good vibes for today though, and I hope you enjoy the event!)
(Left out George because he's just stalking from afar at the moment; hope that's okay with you!)

[nymphadora.]

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witch | female | twenty-four | tags; angelica, peggy, alexander

Eliza wasn't like Angelica when it came to seducing and playing with men, or anyone for that matter. However, she couldn't help but smile at the teasing that went on between Angelica and Alexander. She found his words to be very enchanting, and she would have been lying if she said her cheeks didn't become a little rosy due to her blushing. She tried to control her emotions, and she smiled nicely as she watched Angelica toy with him. There was such confidence in this man. He didn't seem phased by Angelica's challenges. Eliza would have challenged him herself, but she didn't have a way with words as her sister did. She was definitely not the quiet type; however, she also wasn't the type to come up with witty responses. She stuck to polite or funny things because she could come up with things to say. Flirting and manipulation had never been Eliza's strong suit.

She couldn't stop being intrigued by his confidence. The trait was often seen as arrogant and cocky to her; however, it seemed to suit him. His determination made him more attractive than she already found him to be. His confidence wasn't anything like the traits she often saw in the egotistical men that attended her father's galas. He was different. He seemed to have a whole plan for his life, and she greatly admired his work ethic. When he introduced himself as "Alexander Hadley," her heart fluttered a bit. She liked his name. It seemed to suit him perfectly, and it was a lovely title.

Her first thought after his introduction was to introduce herself as well, but Angelica seemed to be playing hard-to-get. Eliza knew she was no good at this, but she wanted to give a good effort. He seemed to be more than willing to chase them and battle them on an intellectual level. Angelica seemed skeptical, and Peggy seemed to be getting distracted. Eliza decided to attempt to make her move to stake herself in the conversation. "I admire your confidence, Alexander," Eliza said with a small smile. She felt there was more she could say, but she didn't know how. She didn't want to say it was a pleasure to meet him, even though she thought it was. She knew she had to attempt to play hard-to-get, but she couldn't seem to find a witty response to keep up the steam that her sister possessed. There was only a brief pause though before she figured out the perfect addition to her response. "Too much confidence, however, can be dangerous," she added with a small smirk. She felt good knowing she had come up with a somewhat witty comeback. She knew she wasn't the best at playing the game, but she felt good that she had managed to come up with something even if it wasn't as great as her sister's.



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witch | female | twenty-two | tags; angelica, eliza, alexander, george, gilbert

Peggy loved flirting with guys as much as Angelica, but she just couldn't get into it with Alexander. He was attractive in a scruffy way, and she understood why Eliza was so intrigued by him. However, he wasn't her age, and Peggy felt somewhat uncomfortable in the conversation. She eyed the young man she had been watching earlier and looked at Alexander and her sisters. They seemed to be enjoying the flirting and teasing, especially Eliza, who appeared to be coming up with some witty responses of her own. She smirked at Alexander a bit and tried to figure a way out of the conversation. "Well, Alexander, you have fun with my sisters," Peggy began with a nice smile. "They are quite the handful, but nothing someone as confident as you can't handle. Good luck," she told him blowing him a flirty kiss and walking off. She noticed Eliza seemed a little confused by her actions, but Peggy didn't really care.

Eliza and Angelica had always been very overprotective of Peggy, but Peggy wasn't a little girl anymore. She was okay with Eliza and Angelica enjoying a flirty conversation with someone else, but Peggy wanted to meet other people. She still had her eye on the attractive man by the food table. Before heading over there, she went to grab a glass of wine. She tried to seem sophisticated and twirled it around in her glass a bit before sipping it. As she walked around, she passed by Gilbert and George W. again. She wanted to say something to Gibert because she had watched their channel before, but she also didn't want to interrupt their conversation.

As if by fate though, she tripped over another woman's dress and spilled her wine on the man that stood next to Gilbert. Luckily, the wine only got the bottom of his pants and his shoes. Peggy gasped and set her glass down on the open table behind where Gilbert and George were standing. "I am so very sorry," she said. "I can't believe I did that. I am so clumsy," Peggy told him. She felt completely embarrassed. Of course, this happened to occur right in front of Gilbert. She smiled sheepishly at him and looked at George. He didn't seem too bad at her, but Peggy still felt very bad. Her fear faded as the man chuckled a bit. "Don't worry about it, Peggy," he assured her. "It's just a little wine, and most of it ended up on my shoes anyways," he told her. She felt relieved and sighed with relief. "Would you like me to go get some towels or some napkins?" She asked him anxiously. "That won't be necessary," he began, but Peggy had already rushed off to find some napkins at the food table. She felt awful for spilling on him, and she knew she had to make up for it.



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vampire | male | twenty-nine | tags; gilbert, peggy

George smiled sheepishly, which was not a typical look for him. He felt a little awkward with the praise for being a city council member. He never thought of it as the kind of occupation that was worth any praise. After they shook hands, he noticed Gilbert seemed a little unsettled by something. If Gilbert was a merman, it only made sense that he could probably sense a coldness to George's hands. This was just one many awful things he hated about being a vampire. His skin was extremely cold, and when he was thirsty, his eyes often turned red. Luckily, he had filled himself up before coming and could go a few days without human blood before there was any difference in the shade of his eyes.

When Gilbert spoke of his accent and how he had lived in America for four years, George thought that was quite nice. George would have loved to have grown up somewhere outside of the United States. Now, George loved the U.S. in more ways than one, but he also loved the culture, architecture, and beauty of European countries. He would like to travel to one someday, but he wasn't sure that would ever be on his agenda. If he could work his way up to the president, maybe it would be in the cards, but for now, he was accepting that he may never see any European country. When Gilbert asked about his accent, he smiled a bit. He never saw himself as someone with a thick southern accent, but he knew that most people could pick it out when compared to a New Yorker's accent. "I'm from Virginia actually. I was born and raised there, but I moved to New York after my time on the National Guard," he told Gilbert with a smile.

He felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of his suit. He thought it had been a little too simple or basic, especially compared to some of the suits he saw, like Gilbert's for example. Gilbert looked rather dashing, and George admired his well-made suit. Of course, the compliment had been aimed towards the fit of the suit, but it still made George feel good. The suit was a year or two old, and he probably needed it tailored, so it felt even better to hear that it still looked good on him. "Thanks, I know this suit is a year or two old, so I didn't think it would fit as nicely as it did. It's my favorite suit though. I only wear it for special events, and it's been a while since I've worn it, so I thought it could go back into the mix," George told Gilbert. He felt a little shameful for not having more suits, but he just didn't have the money to own a collection. He often stuck to dress pants and a dress shirt for work over a full-out suit.

George then noticed that Gilbert's glass was empty. "Would you like me to refill that for you?" George asked politely. The food and wine tables were not far away, and he would have loved to be of service to Gilbert. Right as he was about to grab the glass, a young woman tripped and spilled her own wine on the bottom of his pants and his shoes. He instantly recognized the young woman as Peggy Swanson, the daughter of Arthur Swanson. She quickly began to apologize, and he could tell she was very flustered and embarrassed. He assured her that it was no problem and that she did not need to get anything to clean it up, but before he could tell her, she had run off in search of napkins. He chuckled a bit and looked at Gilbert. "She's one of the Swanson sisters; in fact, she is the youngest of them. They are all wonderful young women, and she's such a sweetheart," he told Gilbert. He paused a bit hoping that it didn't seem like he was at all interested. "I'm a friend of their father's in a way. We have met a few times at these parties, and he's a very charitable and sociable man," George added awkwardly. He felt stupid for needing to explain himself, but he felt it would help make more sense. He gently shook off his shoes a bit and decided to wait for Peggy to come back.



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werewolf | male | twenty-six | tags; aaron

John noticed that his new friend was enjoying the sights of the ballroom as much as he was. It truly was breathtaking, and everyone was dressed in the most formal outfits he had ever seen. He wished he could say he had the same amount of money as anyone in the room, but he knew for a fact that his life was nowhere near the worth of anything in that place. He cleared his throat awkwardly awaiting a response from his new sidekick. He didn't feel too uncomfortable though because he knew it was a lot to take in. He could barely get over it himself, but he did eagerly await to know the man's name.

When Aaron said his name, he smiled. Aaron was a lovely name, and his last name reminded John of the title of a duke. He felt extremely poor and unworthy compared to all of the people in the room. Even Aaron seemed more sophisticated and gentlemanlike than John was. John took Aaron's hand and shook it with a firm grip. It was common for werewolves to lack complete control over their strength, but he made sure that he did not squish Aaron's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Aaron. My name is John Lawrence," he replied with a big smile. He didn't know if he should have mentioned in his introduction that he was a teacher of all things. He felt so inferior to all of the others in the room. Of all of them, he probably had the lowest paying salary. It made him feel weak, but he knew that he could at least beat the majority of them if it came down to wrestling.

He wondered if he should try to chat with Aaron or leave him be. Was he worthy to speak to any of the people here? He supposed none of them knew he was a teacher, and Aaron was a handsome and nice guy. Would it be bad to talk to him? John recalled that Aaron had been looking for his plus one though, and his heart sank a bit. He knew that would be a good way to start a conversation though. It was a thought that he was wondering. "Aaron, earlier you mentioned a plus one? Do you know where they are?" John asked. He hoped it was a no. If he could have someone to spend time with during the gala, it really would help, but he also knew that he couldn't hold Aaron back from time with someone that he had to be with. He didn't want to ruin any of Aaron's plans.


[ don't worry! you don't always have to post about a character if it just doesn't work! i tried to steer Peggy away from her sisters so maybe George could casually approach her and try to befriend her ] [ also, we talked about earlier how all of the characters should get asked about Peggy and interviewed after she goes missing. i hope it is okay if i have her bump into other characters, so everyone can start meeting and stuff ]

[baron zemo.]

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✫ hamilton!! thunderbird!! // ✫ currently: inside venue // ✫ tagged: the swanson sisters
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Alexander could spot a challenge when he saw one, and when Angelica started firing back retort after retort, he latched onto it with his own set of linguistically sound responses. Mentally, however, he was still reeling at even being in the presence of such important figures, especially in a social class far above his status. He had to admit that each sister probably had a series of achievements within the sphere of upperclass, but pairing that with immense beauty was insane.
Especially since he was sure he'd seen their eyes before; the middle Swanson, mostly.

Alex couldn't help but continue to glance Eliza's way, tongue still sharp and intelligence flared, and was shocked to find himself staring when she spoke. The compliment seemed to fluff him up, shoulders lifting at the praise as a smile curled onto his lips. If he hadn't tied up his hair for the night -- he had contemplated leaving it loose -- then he was sure it would have twitched with unforseen static electricity. Don't get him wrong; Alex had heard countless compliments, but for some reason he seemed to take that one to heart. "It's a balancing act I'm willing to take; besides, confidence allowed me to be speaking with you, and that's worth the danger."

The lawyer smiled warmly, maintaining eye contact with each word uttered. His eyes were alight with some sort of emotion -- be it cocky from the compliment, or just plain fearlessness -- and he didn't even try to hide it. For some reason, unlike the rest of the gentlemen, Alexander did not have time to hide things away. He enjoyed the thrill of spontaneity, to be honest, and he quietly hoped it was not going to backfire. "I hope I'm not too brazen; I've been told that I have that trait."

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✫ schuyler!! witch!! // ✫ currently: at the gala// ✫ tagged: eliza, peggy, alex
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"I suppose that confidence is a rather important trait to have, even if it's the quiet type." Angelica felt her heart swell at the little quip from her sister, immediately taking a step back in the conversation in the hope that the two hit it off. Now, she would not mind having a conversation with the man -- hell, he was smart and rather dashing -- but she saw the signs too quickly to follow through on her initial plans. Eliza rarely exhibited many signs of interest (with the level of interest varying) and Alexander already seemed smitten with both of them, so Angelica just had to meddle.
She had to; come on, who else was going to do it.

Peggy seemed to get the same idea, bowing out with a kiss that almost made the man blush, and Angelica chuckled softly at his expense before Alexander covered it up with some choice words. However, Angelica didn't want to leave before she was sure that the two were okay, so the witch cleared her throat. "I'm sure your confidence can be balanced out with my dear Eliza's calm; say, isn't there that one painting here with those themes?"

Alexander seemed to look confused for a moment, but Angelica continued, mentally sighing at the oblivious man. However, she turned to Eliza with a veiled gaze, hopefully getting the message across with a cheeky smile. "Maybe Mr Hadley might like to see it? I'd go with, but I think I heard someone call my name..." With a gala as noisy as it was, one would be unable to confirm or deny the statement.

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✫ burr!! fallen angel!! // ✫ currently: in the ballroom// ✫ tagged: john
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Aaron looked down at the shake for a brief moment, before returning to a casual eye contact, smile never faltering. Having grown up with a constant voice in his ear, Aaron almost wanted to ask it for guidance; his uncle had taken networking to the extreme, and Aaron could still remember the afternoons he spent, banned from play, learning how to shake another's hand. In short, the grip may have been something he had not felt in a while, but it almost made him flinch at the pressure; it was his uncle's method of knowing he'd messed up yet again.

He looked away once more, gazing at the ballroom with interest, eyes travelling pasts dresses and suits to linger on faces and barely visible souls; the latter, weakened by his lack of wings, just showed dim lights curled within bodies. Hell, he had to focus deeply to see it. A soul was not so different in times like this, and the clusters of little lights held little comfort to Aaron's sight. At least he couldn't see any deeper in the state he was in, and with the closest soul starting to squirm slightly, he had other matters to tend to. Sighing, his focus dropped.

Sure, they technically didn't need to be with each other anymore, but when Aaron heard John's question, he faltered slightly. The frown on his face wasn't out of disapproval, only contemplation, and Aaron found himself shrugging. Hell, his boss did say that he needs to mingle, and if he did find her and trail behind like a lost puppy, then he'd never hear the end of it. On the other hand, he currently had at least one person to talk to, which was a miracle in itself, and they seemed to be harbouring similar thoughts.
It wouldn't hurt, right? "Well, my boss said that I need to...well...be social? So I don't think she'd tell me where she is." He paused, chuckling softly, slightly embarrassed. "Is there anyone you need to find? I wouldn't -- erm -- mind helping you find them, if needed that is." With that, he focused on a random spot in the ballroom, trying to act smooth.

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✫ lafayette!! merfolk!! // ✫ currently: conversing // ✫ tagged: george w., peggy
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"Virginia? I have yet to travel there, but I should." If one had known Gilbert for even a month, be it by land or sea, then one would comment on the merfolk's insatiable desire to travel; the merfolk found it hard to stay in one place unless they had explored all their options, a trait which was naturally seen in their love for the land. They had yet to travel the whole expanse of America, but Gilbert had taken to the country with some form of infatuation, akin to his alliances to France and the oceans. "There is so many beautiful things to discover, yes?"

The diplomat's tone was genuinely curious, more intrigued than anything, and it only strengthened at the information that followed afterwards. They almost seemed to get a little giddy, smile widening into a full blown beam. "That's rather noble of you, sir. Mon pére, bless his soul, was in the French Navy for a few years." The sheer thought of it made Gilbert switch his beam to a wistful quirk of the lip. "My family refused to let me follow in his footsteps, but I made peace. One must carve their own path, I suppose."

They did, however, raise an eyebrow at George's modesty, smiling softly. Considering how quirky their suit was -- practically oozing some outlier mentality -- Gilbert couldn't help but reply with a reassuring gesture, making sure no physical contact occured. "And your suit is still dashing, sir, no doubt about it. Shows that you have good taste." They chuckled, winking. "If you asked me, I'd tell you that the suit I'm wearing is a friend's old college project; I offered to model it, and she let me keep it. Just don't tell anyone, I like hearing gossip." The chuckle almost turned into a conspiring giggle, but they stopped themselves.

At the polite request, specifically about a refill, Gil paused, looking at his glass and frowning. It was empty, but they felt bad for even entertaining the idea. However, before they could respond, there was an audible sound of liquid, before spotting the source. By pure instinct, ingrained after years traversing from land to sea, they stepped back slightly, yet still looked concerned. Watching Peggy fret almost made them step over to help, but when they heard George reassuring her, they just watched with a hidden smile. Of course she'd be embarrassed -- Gilbert knew they would have been as well -- and as they watched the youngest Swanson race off, they sighed with sympathy. "At galas such as this, it is hard to have all the attention, especially as a host. I'm just glad that she's not hurt."

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✫ kg3!! dragon!! // ✫ currently: planning things // ✫ tagged: alone
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Frustrated, George refilled his glass with a slight scowl, watching the sisters converse with some gentleman on the opposite end of the ballroom. Beside him, a lady chartered about something or other, her free hand taking every opportunity to place itself of his shoulder. On occaision, George would find himself sighing as she knocked her hip with his own, bursting into a raucous of laughter that he had to mimic. While she seemed to be having the time of her life, he hadn't heard a word she said; his use of well-known social cues made her oblivious, though.

George had decided that the youngest would have to be the target, which hadn't taken much thought, and now had his eyes set on her movements. Naturally, she seemed to leave her sisters to indulge the scruffy gentleman, which George found amusing, and quietly left the one-way conversation to keep an eye on her movements. Naivety almost flowed with her steps, with a sense of innocence he could not help but admire. In the gritty world of creatures such as him, it was rare to see such a thing.

It didn't take long for something to turn sour, however, and the agent winced as he watched Peggy spill a drink on a man's suit; however, something almost felt amusing by the whole spectacle. Taking that as his cue, he walked forward, past the trio, and positioned himself near some napkins in the hope that he'd read her intentions right. He might not be able to start a full blown conversation, but he could spark some form of familairity.
A grip, that's all he needed.

( That's perfectly fine! ^^ I'll have George somewhat follow her from a distance and then slide in; just having him size her up for now)(Also, I might be offline on Saturday or Friday; unsure when my cousins are staying over haha!)