the formal (icon of hell optional)

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WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like


There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

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She had already been giving cursory glances to people as she passed them, of course, but it never hurt to repeat. Lust looked down at the champagne glass and took a sip, more to acknowledge its presence than anything else, and then proceeded to turn her attention to the crowd once again.

Nobody there seemed familiar to her, but that didn't mean much. If Ed and Al had come, they would definitely have disguised themselves, and she still didn't know what that unidentified friend of theirs looked like. Envy and Greed almost certainly wouldn't have shown up to a thing like this--and if Envy had, how would she even be able to tell? Overall, the crowd looked utterly foreign to her, and completely boring.

"Not yet," she admitted, turning back to Knives. "Give them time."

[returntoeven.livejournal.com]

And he didn't really have much to say to that beyond the obvious--that they had either chosen not to attend or were in disguise--so he was silent for a moment, just swirling around the fizzing liquid absently. She seemed so sure, but then they were people from her world so who was he to question?

"Do you think they'll try anything?"

[easytochop.livejournal.com]

"On me? No, I don't think so," she said. "They wouldn't start something severe in a public place, and they couldn't kill me if they tried." Could they? She highly doubted it, but the question really didn't matter at the moment. She brushed her hair back, closing her eyes in an expression of mild distaste. "Chances are they're here to do the same thing I am--observe."

Lust paused.

"They might try to follow me home afterward. But I think that puts me at the advantage, considering."

[returntoeven.livejournal.com]

The way she talked was...refreshing. It was a strange thought, crossing his mind before he could really figure out the exact cause, but real nonetheless. Perhaps he'd been speaking with humans and their nonhuman sympathizers for too long, or maybe it was because there hadn't been another mind like his in his own world, but there was a certain edge to her that he could appreciate. It was almost relaxing, simply because he felt there wasn't a need to pretend. He'd slaughtered millions and had no regrets, and though there had been some who'd claimed to understand his position, no one could actually say they didn't disapprove of it. Lust, he had the sense, wouldn't give a damn, and that in itself was welcome.

"It does," he said, taking yet another sip of champagne.