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There is a ball every five years in this small town that these Kalons reside in. The said town has strict laws that say only nobles enter the ball. The masks are what get them into the ball, it represents their wealth but also hides the flaws that the Kalon nobles wish to
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╔ extra 1: The masquerade ball was the talk of the smaller ╗ town, word spread fast. The ball happened every five years and was sort of a big deal around these parts. Nobles from all over came in over the top dresses, and small masks to hide their flaws. Even though everyone talked about it, if you weren’t a noble, you didn’t even breathe the same air. You weren’t allowed in, it wasn’t even thought of. Of course, that didn’t stop the town folk from lining the streets to admire that sparkly clad evening gowns and the over-the-top suits. The hair was always something to ogle too, big and curly. Everyone who was anyone wanted to go, but it was just a dream.

One Kalon decided that nobles shouldn’t be the only ones allowed to experience the music and the food, she wanted to experience it and be a hero to those who couldn’t. It was strictly against the law to sneak in, but that was only if you got caught... right? She put on her best evening gown, made by hand, because she couldn’t afford to buy one. All-in-all, the dress was nice but it wouldn’t hold a stone to those about to appear. She did her hair up nice and curly, with her friend’s assistance. Now came the hard part, actually executing said plan and pulling it off. She snuck outside of the Great Hall, waiting to seize that perfect opportunity to get inside. As she waited, and saw the nobles flowing in, the air filled with their careless whispers, and her heart just started to pound so loud that she was afraid it would give her away. The more she thought about what she was doing, the more absurd it seemed. What if they see me? What if they catch me? What if they know? She shook the thoughts away and puffed out her chest, she just needed a mask, that’s all. And then she would be secured. The perfect opportunity came as a clumsier woman in the line stumbled and fell, knocking her mask off and sending it bouncing into the bushes. The people didn’t even think to find the mask, they just helped her up and got her inside to help her. Without a second thought, she grabbed up the mask and turned it over in her paws, a beautiful black mask, at least it matched her dress. She placed it on her face, instantly feeling more confident with herself and the situation.

After a moment of calming herself down, she finally managed to get herself moving into the line with the nobles. She could tell that the people around her were a bit thrown off by her appearance, her dress was no where near as fancy as theirs, but who were they to question it to her face. She tried to ignore the judgmental whispers and just press on until she got inside. Finally, after what felt like ages she got inside, and instantly needed to pause to take it all in. The air almost smelled. Sweeter? Or was she just going crazy. She had never seen so much fancy food in one place, and the floors were marble and beautiful. She wasn’t even thinking about all of the things that could go wrong anymore, she was just overwhelmed with excitement and happiness that the event washed over her. She was enjoying herself before she saw it. Another female Kalon, watching her. This one had a white mask on, completely opposite from her. She stared back for a few moments before finally peeling herself away. Maybe she didn’t know and just liked her dress? She was in denial and didn’t want to accept that maybe she had been found out. She danced for quite a while and ate the food before she caught a glimpse of the same Kalon from before, still watching her and now she started to get some weird vibes. That maybe she shouldn’t stick around anymore.

And just like that, off she fled, into the night. She left the mask at the scene of the crime, ditched it in the bushes, in fact. She didn’t need the trophy. She had the dress still, that was good enough. After safe and at home, she told her friends all about the amazing time and the sights she had seen. Intentionally leaving out the suspicious Kalon that had been watching, and hoped that maybe they would never see each other again. ╚xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╝
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•Backstory:: Both
•Drawing of White Kalon:: Marrs
•Story of Black Kalon:: .Viscera. (747/1000)
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[elyx]

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we were only young when we were presented with the masks; one white, one black.

we are twins. we used to be the kind of twins who’d go everywhere together, dress the same, act the same. we used to be as one. just like yin and yang. we used to be tethered to each other like our lives depended on it. everything was perfectly balanced. until the masks. we became constantly burdened with tasks set to put us against each other by our parents, we grew apart. what once was sisterly love soured into sibling rivalry. we became separated, split down the middle. broken, like a cracked mirror.
we should have been prepared, should have known the bad luck that comes along with that.
but it wasn't our fault, we never chose to get these masks.

the masks represent who we are, a fight of two completely different sides. without them we’d be nothing. without each other we’d be nothing. our rivalry is all we’ve known for years. gone were the days of two boundless kids, joined at the hip. now we were being conditioned for war.

we lost our identities, our names, our sense of self. months turned into years and we rose in the ranks of our respective sides, eventually becoming leaders. our masks became the icons for our respective sides in the war, emblazoned strong and proud on propaganda.



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the war was set to end in one final battle, soldiers from each side. white and black, good and bad, but what really distinguished the two now? who could say who was good and who was bad? each of us wanted to do the right thing, we both thought we were the good ones. the lines between good and bad became blurred and the morality of the masses was skewed. nobody knew what the war was even about anymore, never mind whose side to be on. and neither did we. what were we even fighting for anymore? what’s the point? soldiers fighting for their lives against each other, full loyalty to their leaders. with major losses on both sides. but why? what were we even doing anymore? things came to a head when we came face to face, the masks came off and we realised that we weren't looking at our arch enemy, rival, for years on end but just looking at a mirror image of each other. we’re the same, we always have been.

we’d been hiding all these years, hiding behind the masks, not realising the true threat was ourselves, not each other.

then we realised: you cannot define two people by black and white, you cannot define two sides of a war by black and white. morality is a grey area and we’re all just a mess of reds and blues and greens and oranges.

we cried. cried for our broken relationship, for all the bad things we’d both done, for all the lives we’d taken.
we sobbed, facing each other surrounded by carnage, as if we were children again. we cried for the fact we never got to have a healthy childhood together, for this idiotic rivalry and war that we got forced into.

we didn’t have a choice. we were just kids pushed into a vicious cycle that just kept going.

what was meant to happen now? as we stood face to face, weeping, we realised we were both responsible for so many deaths. for nothing. it was our fault all our soldiers died in this meaningless battle of ours, and for what? so that we could fuel the rivalry we had so deeply rooted inside ourselves?

we’d never get away with this. this was the biggest war in decades, what would people think if we came out and told them it was all for nothing? what would our soldiers families think? what would our soldiers think? if we order them to stand down they could revolt, or worse. there’s no way after all this time they’d be able to merge with the opposing side, not after years of death and destruction by the hands of both sides.

but this time we did have a choice. what if we just left? we could run away together, reconcile, rebuild our relationship, bond over the shared misfortune that they’d caused for each other.

what if this big final battle just ended in our ‘deaths’? what if we just vanished? the war efforts would disintegrate without a leader on either side and as far as either of them were aware none of the other ranks would want to step up. everyone was fed up with the war anyway, the only thing fuelling the efforts this whole time was sheer sibling rivalry. life could be normal. we could be sisters again, civilisation could be reborn, go back to normal.

and we’d be gone. we’d never be able to return, but that was okay. nobody here deserved to see us again after what we did.

but that was okay.

so we staged it. staged our deaths. left nothing but two masks, one black one white, and a whole mystery to follow it. which was a shame really. although we’re glad to leave the masks behind, they’re such a huge part of our lives. a bad part, sure, but it stood for so much in our lives. it represents that through all the good and bad that comes in life, things will always return into balance. but it’s fine, we intend to get them back eventually.

twin sisters, black and white, become one again. we became grey. and we became every other colour in the spectrum.

and for one of the only times in our lives, we had a choice. we had loads of choices, where do we want to go? what do we want to do? what will make us happy?

just like yin and yang, we cannot exist without each other. we will always be connected, as it should be.

and now we're free.

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xOnce upon a time, two kalons with intertwining desires were destined to meet. Mask off they would lead their ordinary lives, mask on they could be whatever they so desired - the best version of themselves, blending in seamlessly to the crowds. A masked ball. An estate. Fate would join their worlds.


The girl stiffened as she stared at the gates of the manor before her, hands gripped tight around the handle of the luggage case containing all her belongings. Breathing in deep, she dropped the case and clapped both palms to her cheeks-

"Alright, Blanche, you got this! You've been training for this your whole life- no use slipping up at the door!" she cheered on under her breath, before picking up her bag and heading to the servants’ entrance. There, an older woman stood, head held high and expression hawk-like.

"Miss Blanche Ardue, I presume?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Blanche smiled politely and curtsied.
The woman looked her up and down, and after seemingly finding no issues, she turned to lead Blanche through the door.

"You shall be attending the west wing of the estate for your first month, please talk with Penelope about what your duties entail," the woman finished after the tour as she opened the door to a small red-haired maid's, presumably Penelope's, quarters- now belonging to Blanche as well.

Blanche greeted her roommate before turning around to unpack her (few) possessions - grin plastered to her face.

"Finally - I'll get to see him everyday."



Entry 45 - one shilling paid to Messrs Partridge and Hodge for the repair of fences.

Ever since Fabian’s father grew too unwell to leave his sick bed, the estate had been left under his name. Checking over the monthly finances his most boring duty.

A knock on the oak study door jarringly interrupted him causing him to lose his place - numbers never were Fabian’s forte. It seemed that to the former Duke Cortez, all things came naturally. Fabian was not like his father and would never amount to anything like him.

Sighing, he closed the book and granted entrance with a swift call of “enter!”.

In came a young maid, the newest employee and one of his first appointments after he took over the estate. Fabian preferred not to make it his business to know his staff personally, as they also had jobs to perform, and he liked to think that he paid them well for it. She bowed her head, presenting a tray of refreshments sent up by the kitchen. Fabian didn’t fail to notice a feather duster tucked under one arm. Perfect - the bookshelves had begun collecting dust.

“Thank you, leave it on the desk and I won’t keep you, please keep noise to a minimum, as I am working.” he directed as he reopened the accounts and returned to his work.



Blanche was beginning to realize that her childhood crush - Duke Fabian of the Cortez estate, was not half the man her imagination chalked him up to being. Handsome as hell, yes, but everything that wasn't his fetching looks needed serious work. His personality? Shambles. Broody and dismissive, the man barely spared half a breath for anyone that wasn't his adviser - much less a new maid hired for the keeping of the west wing. If he didn't visit the study so often, Blanche doubted she'd have ever seen the young lord at all.

Deep down, she was well aware that an aristocrat of his status really wasn't in the habit of conversing with his servants, but after her years of childish pining, she couldn't help the twinge of anger at his dismissal.

It was that twinge of anger she blamed her current situation upon.

"I’m quite sorry, Sire." she forced a smile, feeling a vein pop upon her temple.
He was griping over the placement of the roses in the hallway.

This damned master ...



"A ball?" Blanche asked, turning around to face her sprite roommate and friend.

"Uh-huh !! The princess's debut is soon, and to celebrate anyone can attend with the proper attire and a mask!"

"That seems like a massive security hazard, though?"

"Pssssh !!" Penelope's cheeks puffed up, "'Che, you're so stuffy !! Just because Fabian rejected yo-"

Blanche bristled, "He didn't reject me ! I just decided to grow up."

"Uh-huh, whatever. Well, I figured that as your good friend I could help you out a bit-" reaching into her skirt’s pocket, Pen pulled out a cream mask.

Blanche's eyes widened, "Pen, no."

"Pen, yes ! Che, you should really go to the ball and at least loosen up a bit and dance- you're oh-so-good at ballet!"

Pursing her lips, Blanche opened her mouth to protest, but was shut up by her friend's hushing.

"Before you retort about lack of a dress- I took care of that for you too!" Grinning wide, Pen pulled out a case from under her bed and opening it- within was a white lace dress so delicate it seemed a gust of wind would shred the garment.

"My god, Pen - how'd you get this, and why aren't you going yourself ?!"

"Awh, come on Blanche- you're my friend ! And I can't dance." She puffed her chest up,
"Plus- this gown is the headmistress's ! She said to give it to you as a token of thanks after the garden incident."

"Pen..." Blanche felt herself tearing up at her friend's efforts, "Thank you."



What possessed him to take this turn was a mystery. It was unlike Fabian to abandon his duties on such a night as this, as it was important for him to be present at such a prestigious event. However, Fabian knew that if he were to emerge onto the ballroom floor without his black filigree mask he would be swamped by fellow courtiers. At the same time, he knew his father would have wanted him to court the young princess on her debut.

Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows. Just for one night, he wanted to be anyone but himself: a commoner, even. Being Duke Cortez would involve performing as Duke Cortez - mainly entertaining the feeble attempts of lower nobles trying to ride his coattails. In no time at all, the evening would have passed and the ball coming to a close. Fabian yearned to dance without the pull of responsibilities. The mask granted him freedom to do so.

Scanning the crowd, Fabian caught the eye of a lady conversing with a group of other immaculately dressed women, her humble white gown and lace mask intrigued him. Even behind the mask, he could still tell she was incredibly beautiful. He strode over to her and bowed, offering his hand.

“May I have this dance?”



“How is fair Lady Ivory?” he spoke, giving her a low, comedic bow.

“Better in the company of Lord Noir!” she jested in return, batting her eyelashes at him. Taking his hand, she led him to the centre of the ballroom floor to reclaim their domain.

Up to this point, Fabian had not revealed his identity, fearing he would drive away his dance partner. He simply maintained his guise of a fortunate commoner. The pair made a point to never indulge their true names. Instead, they danced together through the night, a welcome break from managing the estate, meanwhile drawing the attention of ballroom gossip. They became known as the most stunning, mysterious couple.

Of course, none knew that the two were not actually courting, though Fabian could not deny his feelings for the girl. The thought that she was not of noble birth had barely occurred to him. It wasn’t impossible for a man of his position to wed a princess, but to wed a commoner would bring shame upon the family name. Not that marriage was on his mind, though.

“Shall we?” he offered his arm.

“Just dance with me already!” Blanche laughed.

All worries were forgotten in wake of another night of dance.



It was after the ball they had decided to keep meeting.
Che was smitten with the freedom the mask granted her, and the dashing figure who took such interest in her meager tales and dance.

Today, under the great oak right outside of town, they stood together.

"You're quite positive this is ok?" the deep voice asked, achingly familiar.

Che nodded, and turned to face the gentleman.
Taking a deep breath, they counted down, removed the masks,

and opened their eyes.



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