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Post by Kristofor on Nov 1, 2020 20:42:16 GMT -6
Fancy ReferenceSomeone liked throwing parties. But this time it wasn't posted on the quest board. A grand garden masquerade... what was this? Every resident of the kennel receieved the same letter; inviting them to a place out on a residential street, in costume and in mask. The only costume I had had been borrowed and the mask sat on a flat surface, staring at the wall I faced it towards. Those empty eyes of masks can really start bothering the mind. Folding up the letter into its envelope, I walked over to pick up the mask. I'm assuming that does not mean 'wear office clothes' and a mask on your head. I did recall on where the bathhouse was. Perhaps I could borrow the services of the squinty eyed man who owned a twintailed cat with a jealousy complex. So thats what I ended up doing, trying to ignore the growing unease in my gut.
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Post by Kristofor on Nov 2, 2020 11:52:28 GMT -6
"Well, I didn't expect a repeat guest so soon!" the squinty eyed individual with the wide clever smile gestures me indoors after opening the door. "And with the same mask in tow. Another party, young master?" I nod, and hand him the letter. He appears to read it although I cannot see the pupil or whites of this man's eyes, then hands it back. "A masquerade? Much fancier then that 'little' party that went down at the tower. I heard if anyone pulled all nighters, they had to fight their way out." My eyes widened at that, glad I'd not stayed long. Just enough to make a mark, really. "So we must make you presentable." Rubbing his hands together gleefully, I'm guided to a massive wall mirror, framed with a thick accent of golden colored wood. In front of me is a rich spread of dyes, makeups, and accessories. "For those who come to make use of my bathhouse, they can choose to be styled up afterwards. Go on go on, take a pick. Lets see that mask." he takes it and walks out to start gathering a costume.
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Post by Kristofor on Nov 2, 2020 11:56:28 GMT -6
Shortly, he's back, with a handful of object... and not much clothes. Wait. "See, the jackal god is from an ancient DESERT culture, so clothing wasn't very needed. You have dark fur so this works perfectly." he rambles. "Go on, strip down." I can dress myself, just tell me where what goes; I stop him there, because I'm positive this crazy has the intent to dress me like a cub's dolly. "Take the fun out of it for a clothier... Alright. The gold bangles go on your arms. Far up as you can go, but not to the shoulder. The cloth goes around your waist, and the part that hangs down is in front. WIth the markings., and the neckpiece around the neck, as you know." he disappears as quick as he came, and I have to check behind me before switching outfits. The cloth is designed for those with tails, and I'm thankful; I really appreciate my tail.
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Post by Kristofor on Nov 2, 2020 12:01:58 GMT -6
Reference 2The man wasn't kidding, the desert didn't wear much at all. My whole upper body is practically exposed, not that I had anything to hide. The neckpiece rested around my shoulders and the gauntlets clamped on my wrists. The bangles clink together as I moved, twisting around to see myself. "Good good good. Now to finish up with some make up. Have you applied fur dyes to your ears per chance young master fox?" the man appeared at my elbow, accompanied by his twintailed cat. No, I tell him. "Lets try that then. Just a little dusting of color on your ear hair. It does come off, don't worry." He reaches for a fanned brush and a jar of golden colored paint. Unscrewing the jar and dipping hte brush in to dust a bit of glossy paint on the fur of my ears. "I checked your mask and the ears are detachable, for those wiht taller ears. So they're on top of your clothes." he talked while painting. Reaching for antoher few brushes and starting to doodle markings around my eyes.
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Post by Kristofor on Nov 2, 2020 12:05:32 GMT -6
"Close yoru eyes... don't move, good good good. Done!" I open my eyes... and a different fox stares back at me. I still have blue eyes and dark fur, accented with blonde and silver, but the difference of the gold paint is huge. I don't recognize myself. "Now for the finishing touch. Bow your head please." I do, and he fits the mask over my face. The blue eyes look a bit strange out of hte peepholes but it works. I can breathe. Thank you. Do I owe you?, I ask him. THe clever squinty eyed man passes me by with a wave of his detailed hand. "Just return the costume before sundown tomorrow, and we'll discuss a price tomorrow. FOr now, you have a party to get to. Of you go!" Which I found myself at the entrance to the party, and its quite an entrance indeed. I am not Kristofor tonight, I am masquerading as an ancient god? +1
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