Legends and libraries Masquerade

[Circe]

She nods as her host takes the compliment. "Well, it suits you," Circe continues to praise the entire but in pun form. Chicken? For a second she opens her mouth to make a joke about chicken suits, then Kray mentions mice. "Easier to fry than chinchilas too," she nods at the offer. "I'd ask who told you that, but I'm wise enough to not need to. I feel that will get old fast. But will shan't chicken out on clucking down some food." Circe was all for puns, but saying who constantly would be as annoying as a cartoon cute sidekick character that is just annoying instead of cute. She couldn't think of an example right now in her head.


Circe fake scoffs at the idea the lady didn't fall at his feet. "M'Lord John the snazzy dresser, you are dapper as fuck right now," she reminds him. She does mime a curtsey when he calls her M'Lady. Though she does frown at the lack of hat. It was so odd! This was the first time she'd seen John's full head. And he wasn't even balding or anything to justify always having a hat? He was just being snazzy with the hats. "Aww," she sags her shoulders and pouts before whining out, "Do we have to?"


Partially why she had a bullet budget and solo-patrolled the Hedge. If it wasn't dropping to 3 mags of assault rifle fire, there was going to be a big problem.


"Nay I say," she shakes her head, "I am not a Bat Brat. My foes do not face a revovling DOOR after I defeat them. Tis I different thing that revolves to send out that which will great them," she smiles as the woman is seemingly okay. And Kray was getting into character too? Alright, in character it was. "Tis a fine mask though, be assured. Quite the hoot, if I might say."


"Sadly, I do not answer to THE King," she points East, "For his realm is Vegas thank you very much," Circe could play the game with this dramatic mortal. "Tinker, tailor, soldier, fool I have so many sides that I give many props to many venues. I am a truly grounded individual, with some sights all the way to Holly Whood," she again makes with the owl noise. Well, she did need to practice for that Contract. "Tis a fair sight better than the most vile of blood sucking careers out there...Tax collector, mwa ha ha ha. And thine career is, maybe better than that vile one?"


She doesn't need to even consider on the books. "I prefer Black Hat over Artemis, so I suppose the heroine who ventured into Oz twice to twice free the people from their powerful tormentors is the better read," a story most Lost only can dream of imitating. To venture to Arcadia, win, and return multiple times? Such a Lost would be beyond the legend of those that first contracted with the Seasons. Probably why such attempts are an army venture.


Circe's left hand hides behind her back as it clenches into a fist at the mention of Fey. But Hollywood is near, so this foolish mortal is likely tempting Fate without even knowing it. At least she didn't bring up Tinkerbell, because screw that company for making children trusting of fairies! Oh, right, mortals present. Don't let loose the Mantle. The lady is focused upon Kray right now, Circe tilts her head in curiosity. Was she, perhaps, actually into him.


"Mayhaps, M'Lord John, you should pick the flirt action in response?" Well, it was her suggestion. An owl should be a capable wing-woman. Ha! She'd have to remember that.

And there is Sven. She had something to say to that, "Verily. As they say, ahem," Circe clears her throat and out comes a lyrical tone for: "Tutto in latino suona profondo. Ya know my friend? Bee Tee Dubs, nice metal face. Welcome my friend, do you herald a grand gathering perhaps?"

She didn't know if Sven had spotted anyone else. Though she wonders if she should bring up Kray's lack of a hat. Throw in the masks and The Mask, and in theory the whole Freehold may be here without knowing it.

[Kray]

The gentle classical music the background, the buzz of conversation and the degree of hamming it up of the people sharing the things they knew about, the worlds they got lost in so to speak. It was a rare marvel and that anyone or anything could be meandering around added the chill of the unknown an under current that he appreciated and perhaps only other lost could. "Ah. Well you'd get to enjoy it a grand deal longer if you stay conscious." That was enjoyable? "Uh." He waves the beautiful woman up and down with his fork, it still has a portion of chicken on it. "You sure your alright?" Because that was an odd thing to say.
Why do we talk about eating dogs so often? "Hm. Yeah a lot easier to fry is a good way to put it M'Lady Mary. Although I don't mind a good roasted variant either." Although mice made more of a crunch and on occasion could be eaten whole. "Oh. Snazzy an dapper is it." The compliments were coming tonight. The suit was nice enough but the Ogre knew well he was still several dozen blows to the head on the less desirable side of good looking. "Ah. Yeah we do. But." And he leans across to whisper in his deep baritone of a voice, meaning it is no whisper at all. "No one has said what proper is." With a smile, an actual smile that has full range of articulation not stretching across the usual Stoney monstrous teeth.

The piece of chicken is finally making its way into his jaw when a coincidental choice of sweet and innocent sounding words, ones he should have expected tonight, sends cold blood through his veins and sky rockets his heart rate, his grip on the utensil tightens to knuckle white. It makes looking him in the face impossible in anything but the side profile having turned to eat his food when he froze. A good thing to because the radiation of ill intent would have cowed near any mortal. She dare suggest I serve ... Thank fate for Circe, her words butting into his train of thought. "Uh." Causing cognitive whiplash. "Uh. Sorry Mary I didn't think we had that kind of friendship." Is this a character thing? "But. If you insist ... Uh. You look great in that leather outfit?" The summer queen had picked the wrong actor to help her with this bit. Mostly because said actor had entirely missed who he was meant to be failing to flirt with.

Sven he does not know, now he thinks on it he does not know most of the freehold by their masks only their miens. Hindsight is twenty twenty. "Ah. Welcome over metal masked friend of M' Lady Mary. Which side would you fall then assassin or king?" Regardless a welcome distraction to regain a few moments.

Finally turning back to the woman so enraptured by the night and its goings on. She in her own right quite spell binding he had to acknowledge. "Well. If your not my opponent then I can tell you of a world where dreams, become miracles and miracles become reality. Of stolen time, secret contests. Of Magic and wonder and a world carved into the image of those who shape it unseen." The book had a great deal to appeal to an Autumn Courtier. "But above all I can tell you of a circus that arrives in town quite unexpectedly." Well the book was called the night Circus.