the formal (icon of hell optional)

[molotovmartinis.livejournal.com]

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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*takes note of that*

[darkprophecies.livejournal.com]

"Ah, yes. Thank you." she managed a smile, feeling more at ease now than she had been when she first approached him. Honestly, she could not figure out why her employer had been throwing such fits about Lucifer's arrival here. Yes, his presence would make any demon or angel's hairs stand up on end, however he was hardly rude or unpleasant when it came down to it.

Balthazar himself was far worse in mannerisms.
Years of being told she was nothing more than a "daughter of Lucifer", a "spawn of the devil"... it had built up this man to be some raging force of evil that would destroy in a single glance - however it seemed that he honestly didn't give a damn.
Strange... but who was she to question it?

She paused, going over some words in her head to make sure they came out correctly, "Is there anything I could do to make the night more pleasant for you?"
It was best to stick to the politeness before it faded away.

[meaculpable.livejournal.com]

Is there anything I could do to make the night more pleasant for you.

Lucifer tried so hard not to laugh in the girl's face at the utterance of those words. She was so -- needy wasn't quite the world, but the Morningstar had the feeling that she would do almost anything in her power to try and come off as accessible, or "open" to strangers. It was definitively not a demonic trait infofar as it was; or rather, would be annoying.

He smiled up at her, at any rate. Manners, after all. "You could relax somewhat, dear."

[darkprophecies.livejournal.com]

Relax, right. She laughed softly at that, shaking her head more at herself than anything. "Right. I've practically brainwashed myself into acting this way for the evening."

She straightened her posture just a bit, taking a sip of the drink she took from the server's tray before easing her muscles. It wasn't going as bad as she feared... she had to remember that, and let a bit of her guard down for once. It wasn't as if the man was going to actually try anything here, not with this many people around.

She decided to be straight with her thoughts after all.
"My employer seems quite... disturbed by your presence to say the least." the thought humored her far more than it should have.

[meaculpable.livejournal.com]

That, however, drew a small, coarse laugh from the Morningstar's throat.

"He never was one to look past his own nose," Lucifer offered up cryptically, taking a sip of his wine both to finally empty the glass and hide the mischievous little smile threatening to thread up the sides of his face. "Which is a pity, really. There is much potential in his name, and he squanders it on --" he gestures to the ballroom with his opposite hand. "This."

It was true, in a sense, but he wouldn't explain why even if she had asked.

[darkprophecies.livejournal.com]

"What would he be doing otherwise?" this notion honestly did confuse her - she had been led to believe that the entire ball was a clever ruse to lure in the minds of the heroes. Wouldn't that be a positive thing for those of demonic nature?

"I mean---" she glanced around the room herself, then looked at him with a rather odd innocence in her eyes, "--- from what I have heard from the guests in attendance, they're quite charmed by it, and by him. I would say that his manipulation is quite a success, all things considered."