Lunar
now i know how joan of arc felt
IMPORTANT: THIS STORY IS IN PROGRESS AND IS AN IMPROV STORY BETWEEN ME AND TWO OTHER PEOPLE, IT WILL BE PRETTY SHORT AND UPDATES WILL PROBABLY TAKE PLACE BETWEEN VARYING TIMES (AT LEAST ONCE PER WEEK) SOME OF MY FRIENDS HAVE NOT-SO-GREAT GRAMMAR BUT I'LL TRY TO FIX IT BEFORE POSTING. ALSO YES THE GENRE IS CLICHE BUT ITS AN IMPROV STORY.
Murder-Masquerade
Jon
The evening sky was a blood red as day turned to night. My carriage crested one last hill on my trek to Nightingale Castle. King Reginald has invited to me to be an honored guest of his son's wedding. Tonight is a ball of royalty - only family and a few friends will be in attendance. All will be staying in private quarters for festivities tomorrow. I've no interest in taking part of the ball tonight or even in the festivities of tomorrow. My agenda for granting Reginald's manner with my presence is for a more courtly manner.
Tanner
I hate masquerades, partly because of the uncomfortable masks but mostly due to the mystery. The inability to know who...or what surrounds you. Well, complaining wont change the fact. I sigh as my carriage approaches the gates of the castle. My mask is simple but elegant, if you're going to be behind a mask at least make it a beautiful one. The gates screech open to let us through. "You would think Reginald would keep take the upkeep of a grand entrance like this very seriously since first impression are everything. Shows how much class the upper class have." I Jumped at the sudden words from the man sitting in the shadows across from me. He took notice of my startled movement and chuckled "You would think Reginald would want his grand entrance to look its best at all times because of how important first impressions are, but alas he hardly pays attention to it. I mean look at the vines on the gate, absolutely terrible." The man extended his gloved hand and I shook "Pleased to make your acquaintance, stranger."
Lunar
-14 Hours before- "A wedding masquerade? Really father?" A young man in his early twenties yelled out at King Reginald. This young man had jet-black hair that dangled behind him, put back by a small crown no bigger than a tiara. "Yes young Philip, your eldest brother, my first born son, wishes to be wed tonight. It was by his fiance's request that it be a masquerade, so that is what it shall be and that is final" Philip's eyes were filled with rage, it seemed silly for someone to be so angry about the theme of a wedding, there must be more to it. "Good for nothing brother, she was mine, MINE!" The young prince yelled after he stomped away to his quarters. Philip always had a romantic interest in england's most prestigious family's daughter, Lady Annabella Hollycaster. But now his elder brother has taken her from him. "Why must he always get everything, first he gets to inherit the crown, then the largest portion of the families wealth, now Lady Annabella." Philip was a trainwreck at this point, and so was his room. Books were thrown from shelves, china was shattered against the wall, his bed sheet were thrown asunder, the room looked like a dragon ripped through it. After a few hours of calming down, Philip called in for the servants to clean up the room, then he began to plan his attire for the night. Finally after hours of searching through the royal wardrobe, he chose a bright red suit and his personal servant, Helina, brought him his mask. The mask was crafted specifically for him, it was a masquerade mask, obviously, so it covered the top half of his face. It was colored red, and the edges were embroided with shiny pearls. A red peacock feather was attached to the top right of the mask, it looked very flamboyant and classy. He put the mask on and smiled, a perfect fit. Later that night, Philip danced around the ballroom in bright red elegance and chatted with the attendees. A rumor was going around that a very famous detective would be attending tonight, no one knows his name only the stories he is famous for and his vigilant nickname, The Crow of England. People say he brought down hundreds of infamous killers, Jack the Ripper, The Candyman, Pigmeat, and the big one, Bloody Mary, just to list a few. Philip was, of course, intrigued by this and decided to wait by the entrance to see if the detective would show and sure enough, he did. A carriage stops in front of the entrance and a man steps out. The man is wearing a long black cloak and is wearing a black mask, one that resembles a crow. He looks at the entry way, obviously judging the shabbiness of it all. "You would think Reginald want his grand entrance to look its best at all times becuase of how important first impressions are, but alas he hardly pays attention to it. I mean look at the vines on the gate, absolutely terrible." Philip say a little too loudly, and the detective jumps, he obviously was startled. "Sorry stranger, didn't mean to scare you." Philip said as he reached out his gloved hand for a formal shake. They shook hands and Philip let out a sigh. "I apologize for acting like I haven't heard of you, calling you stranger and stufd... I know sho you are." He began pacing back and forth. "The Crow of England." Philip said mimic-ing a crow. "Terror of the night, ripped up Jack, bloodied Mary! What a real Sherlock Holmes you are." They stood in silence for a few moments until Philip spoke once more "Sorry for the ramble, come inside, dance a little, socalize, and enjoy the finger sandwiches." The duo walk through the entrance and into the main hall. A large portion is cleared out in the middle of the court for dancing and two large tables stretch out to both ends of the room, they are filled with drinks and food. A large chandelier hangs above the makeshift ballroom and many of the attendees dance around, the aesthetic is breathtaking. Philip smiles at the man and said to him "Welcome Detective, to Nightingale Castle!"
Jon
The masquerade was far smaller than I had anticipated. Only about 25 people were in attendance. One can only wonder what Reginald was thinking, food displayed on tables? What are the servants for? Taking my coat apparently. I excused myself to the loo in order to get away from that annoying Philip. Thankfully I come prepared for such events. I quickly changed my clothes and mask so that I could maneuver the masquerade undetected. I noticed Philip kept a close eye on the loo awaiting my return. I browsed all those in attendance, Philip's older brother and soon to be bride, the only person that can even moderately qualify to be a friend to Philip. Naturally the parents of the bride are in attendance, parents of the groom, and several close friends and their significant others. I had browsed through almost everyone before I finally found my true target. King Reginald's brother. He and I had shared found memories in the past, though we've become quite distant. Looks like my plan to take advantage of Reginald's invitation is paying off.
