The Gala :: Dance Beneath The Moonlight Equilibrium

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The Gala :: Dance Beneath The Moonlight Equilibrium

Post by Atra Luminoso » Thu Jan 31, 2019 4:16 pm

Atra stood in front of a body mirror, in one of the many dressing rooms of the Conservatory's grand ballroom. It was a heavily decorated space the size of a bedroom many Neovian temporaries wished they could have with gilded walpaper, crystal chandeliers that refracted the brightness of Lumin across the space and all the floral scents and furnishes anyone could want. In the mirror, Atra had his tie draped across his shoulders.

"Do you know how to tie a tie? I never learned. You know Kham barely wears clothes."

His response was footsteps, then the raising of his collar, and the fixation of his tie firmly across his neck. Slowly fading into view was his sentient shadow Des'Noir. From the ground up he looked like a collection of black smoke in the shape of a human. Skillfully, with grace, he tied Atra's ornamental tie around his black silk shirt, and adjusted it to ensure it wasn't entirely too tight. Atra smiled at himself in the mirror, always impressed on what his shadow could do, and always impressed with his own looks. He looked rather dapper, despite him being dressed in ball black from head to toe. He kept things simple, he figured if he didn't that others would think he was taking the title of High Counselor too seriously.

"You need to wear something nice too."

Des'Noir vanished almost instantly, his shyness made Atra laugh hysterically. But his words sunk lower and lower in excitement as he listed all of his adversaries tonight.

'What? Afraid of the politicians? The lobbyist? The interest Groups? All the dignitaries, all the handshaking. My god."

He turned away from the mirror and sat upon the counter with his head held high, materializing in a similar fashion was Des'Noir to his right. With a heavy sigh Atra just let his head rest upon the mirror behind him considering the weight of the events that were about to transpire. Why did he take this job again? To live a life off the field of battle? Shaking hands and smiling at needy people? He could hear the footsteps, the small talk, the idle chatter. People were pouring in by the masses excited to celebrate one of Neovia's many festivals all in the midst of war on all fronts. How could Atra assure their unity was never stronger? That this alliance of resources was the proper thing to do. He felt a subtle nudge from his shadow. A simple gesture felt like a paragraph to him. Atra and he were practically the same person, there was much about him that he didn't know however.

"Form an attack plan? Like a... OH!"

Quickly Atra sprung up from his seat, the dinner would begin first, then the dance. And he had approximately 5 minutes before he was considered fashionably late. As the guest of honor, he could slip this small talk the others were partaking in. There was a handkerchief in the breast pocket on his suit, he slammed it on the table, and elongated his finger into a jetblack shadowy consistency. Fervently, he began to write a list of the various peoples he needed to cajole before the night was concluded. A plan of attack, he was at home after all...

First is Biryani, leader of the Amazon Tribe the Lila'Maya. She's definitely worried that her fighting force is not faring too well against the spiders. I'll have to tell her that Kham is reinforcing Kayla shortly and that her people are safe with Neovia at their side. But how? She HATES kham. How to let her know that we're going to be fine? Maybe tell her about COER's lates op on the Ferrymen?

Atra nodded to himself, a subtle nudge in the back of his heart meant Des'Noir agreed. That seemed like a good idea, a tactical deflection from the root problem. Biryani was practical, horribly so. She wouldn't believe that her tribe was safe until the war was over but, maybe Atra could show how dedicated COER was to assisting women. That would smooth things over. Next? Celeste... What could she want more than to rebuild the home that Kham and ZK destroyed? Something neither of them had started on yet. Hmm, maybe Atra would dance with her, to show the unity of Neovia and Atlantis, a bloodsoaked bond that built this place. By the sound of glasses clinking, and people settling down. It was time for Atra to make his entrance. He scooped up his notes and showered himself with some floral scents. Des'Noir had long since vanished, but he would be at his side eternally. One last look in the mirror. And he made his way out the door toward the ballroom.



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Re: The Gala :: Dance Beneath The Moonlight Equilibrium

Post by Atra Luminoso » Thu Jan 31, 2019 8:03 pm

Atra's heart was pounding as he placed his hands on the door. It's cold wood electrified goosebumps on his skin, the voices of the attendees called to sweat glands across his forehead which caused him to perspire. He had never felt this much anticipation, even in the thick of combat with Kham' fist to his face, or with Cross' sights honed in on his skull. Or TJ just... thrashing him with unknown maladies of her imagination. The Abyss Fighting pits was his home, a place that smelled of must, sweat, liquor, honor. This was a new battlefield entirely. One not to be taken lightly. And now it was time to invest in a new set of abilities: charisma, intrigue, charm, finesse. Kham's advice was that Atra was not to use his abilities, he could offend those with less combat oriented Arbiters. Best just rely on natural instinct from here, being a social recluse from brith meant he couldn't read people too well but being a Fairy rendered him sensitive to emotion. Plus? He was the high Counselor, most of those people in there are trying to impress him. Kham did it all the time, use his name and prestige as disarming intimidation.

Pfft.

With a scoff, Atra closed his eyes and mentally grew 10 feet tall, with white hair and muscles. The murmurs on the other-side of the hall devolved into mere whispers of anticipation. Where was the high counselor? Late to his own event? No, he just liked to make an appearance. He heard footsteps on stairs, it was time to make the welcome announcements. He could hear the Counselor of Trade breathe and begin his speech.

Thank you all for coming on the Moonlight Equilibrium, here we celebrate the unity of the Celestial Bodies that dance above us in the night sky. Tonight we feast, make merry and toast to a new dawn of our unity!

He nodded his head to the surprisingly thunderous roar of applause, but most of those people in there could be drunk already. Well, assume their applause is legit and hold them to it.

In a few moments I'll be knee deep in some mashed potatoes...But I would be happy to converse with all of you throughout the night. Now we should have some words from our high counselor but he doesn't seem to be-

Now! Atra shoved the doors open, revealing the Grand Ballroom: An expansive space large enough to seat a thousand, there was stained glass across the expanse that magnified and refracted the light of Lumin that cascaded a watercolor of rainbows among the white stone floor down below.

30 tables. 12 seats.

360 people, of all different shapes and sizes, from centaurs, to fish, to leaf people, tree people, all elves of course- beings that evolved from less sentient life, but all who rallied to the dance this evening. Which came to roughly.

720 eyes... give or take

All on him. The moment was his. With the high counselor of trade , Mykael perched behind a podium equally stunned, Atra took the floor straight out from under him. Hoping he would take this as an offense.

"I apologize for my lateness, you see... I never learned how to tie a tie!"

And the crowd erupted in laughter, but Atra kept his eye on his place among the other High Counselors: a long banquet table of high backed chairs with every high counselor seated along them perched atop a risers.

"And maybe I was sneaking desert from the cooks in the back."

Another chuckle from the masses. By this time Atra was nearly at the Podium and Mykael was smirking awkwardly behind it. With a brief sweep of the room the ballroom was filled with smiling faces all save for the Amazons who just hated anything related to the Destroyer. But the amazons wanted Atra to try to please him, he wouldn't give them the opportunity to rub his good will in the dirt.

'Can we please thank Mykael Virmtruoso for keeping the podium warm!?"

He bowed out gracefully and Atra took his place behind the dias walking out among hearty applause, maybe there was some bitterness there? A clicking of the tongue? To be shoved aside by some boy who looked half his age and was only a simple murderer a thug? Atra knew Mykael was ambitious true, and since Neovia lived on the free exchange of information and ideas, Mykael knew everything about everything. But Atra needed this entrance, better to give the peanut gallery something to gawk at than have him try to make conversation with no foundation. Now Atra took center stage and looked over the masses...

Roll Call...
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Re: The Gala :: Dance Beneath The Moonlight Equilibrium

Post by Celeste » Thu Jan 31, 2019 8:58 pm

The boy's all grown up.

Said the girl near one of the windows, with the blue hair. The light from Lumin shone through the windows and made her hair more sapphire than the deep blue it normally was. And she even found herself clapping with her attendants. All Atlanteans, Elves, with gills and some, fins in various places. The Mantas sat a few tables down and they too looked swooned at Atra's charisma, fashionably late entry and his joke after joke. But Celeste was quite close with Mykeal, and he wasn't one to be trampled over so easily.

"Win over the masses with a couple jibes in exchange for making a powerful enemy? Risky."

Celeste shook her head slightly as she sipped her tea.

"Whats risky mistress?"

Chimed one of her attendants to her left. A human starfish by the looks of it. Meri floated through space, as if the world was her ocean, what a peculiar existence she lived? Never sitting down. She exuded vast psychic ability and could, without using limbs tend to Celestes every need, and even perform multiple tasks at once.

"The High Counselor. He's funny isn't he."

Celeste dismissed the direct inquiry with a verbal flick of the wrist. Meri's freakishly human face nodded within her many limbs.

"Yes! And cute too. Do you fancy him?"

"We'll converse sometime throughout the evening."

For now, Celeste said back in her chair and let Atra carry on from here. This was one of many nights all of the powers were gathered, but since Kham stepped down to make COER his sole responsibility this was the first time Atra would be in attendance. And he was proceeding, well, swimmingly. The Destroyer, in Celeste's imagination would be here earlier than everyone, waiting for people to take their seat under his watchful eye. The thought made Celestes catch her laughter in her palm.

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Re: The Gala :: Dance Beneath The Moonlight Equilibrium

Post by Atra Luminoso » Sat Feb 02, 2019 6:05 pm

Atra quickly glanced across the table, scanning the masses for their level of attentiveness, feigned or otherwise, and their overall attendance. In the span of a short breath he had assessed who was present and accounted for in collection of his view from the podium.

The Ulthrazeen, The Mantas, The Lila'Maya, The Golems- Centaur and Barbarian Alike, The Ah'Kyr, The Fire, Wind, And Earth Fae, and many others. Everyone present and accounted for. Except? Shit. COER's table was empty. No one was here to represent the organization, it was considered a conflict of interest for the High Counselor to be chief assassin of the secret police, but... maybe Atra could spin this to his favor. Lie right through his teeth.

"The Moonlight Equilibrium symbolize the unification of foreign entities. The Cosmic Alignment of spatial bodies who interact with each other, share the same space, and often resources but never seem to fall in line on one accord except every 10 years. How ironic, that this same cosmic event is where Neovia began, and on today we celebrate it, stronger than ever."

Applause. It sounded surprisingly full hearted. Atra felt thrilled, riding the energy of the moment. He didn't dare look back at Mykeal of whom he'd speak with later, hoping he didn't take his entrance too hard. Atra didn't have a speech prepared, he only had the extension of the applause to calculate his next words carefully. This state of the union had to be delicate. It was common knowledge that Neovia began at the murder of the Atlanteans, and Celeste's gaze was covered in sarcastic display. Atra decided to oust her.

"Like the planets that orbit above us, dueling in their dance and power. Neovia too had to overcome much struggle and strife. None of our hands are free of blood. Maybe except the Ah'Kyr. Who continue to be an example of the old ways before the arrival of the heralds. Nonetheless I thank Queen Celeste, who continues to supply Neovia from food from Ulum, the Freshwater Sea. Long may she reign."

Atra witheld a smirk, he decided to let his powerplay fuel him internally. Now all eyes were on Celeste who had previously looked intentionally bored and disengaged had a glass raised to her from every angle.

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Re: The Gala :: Dance Beneath The Moonlight Equilibrium

Post by Celeste » Sat Feb 16, 2019 8:09 pm

Which Celeste deflected with flawless grace of course. She only gave Atra the pleasure of her true intentions, a flatlined gaze with obvious disinterest and boredom. One he humorously parried with a direct adress from the peanut gallery. Atra was saying in so many words 'I may be new to this, but I catch on quick'. Celeste wouldn't expect anything less from an apprentice of The Destroyer. Still, Celeste was raised in court. And had to swat away the bladed tongues of conspirators since she was a minnow. Once she sensed the heads around her swivel to meet her, it organically, and almost too naturally turned into a soft visage of humility and appreciation. She rose her glass in front of her and nodded.

"LONG MAY SHE REIGN!"

Shouted the masses, bolstered with cannon fire of applause and cheers.

"They cheer for your mistress. Queen of Ulum. I think Atra fancies you. I truly do. I truly do."

Meri, the floating starfish, completely oblivious to Atra's subliminal assertion of authority was so cute when she was unaware. Her limbs flailed and floated like she was in her own personal ocean. Celeste couldn't help but be trapped in her innocence. Ignorant to the forces at work.

"Yes they are sweet dear. Yes they are."

Honestly everyone was clapping for her, save for the Amazons, they make it their business to actively not participate in anything anyone else did. But what exactly were they clapping for? The fact that Celeste appeared to be over the fact that ZK and Kham decimated their family? That this place was built on the aftermath of war? It was a misunderstanding? It almost made her sick that the blood of her brother, her entire family had yet to be repaid. Still, with grace she let the applause befall her, for she knew if Ulum commanded it, she could drown this whole city in a tidal wave.

Gracefully, she put her glass down and the masses returned to a silent whisper. With her eyes, narrow like sapphire cut diamonds, reflecting nothing but elegance lie focused on Atra she nonverbally said 'you're too new at this for this to be a game, its more of a lesson.'

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