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I'll repost the plot here so we have it later if we need it for whatever reason:
The kingdom of Karnmane has always had deep divisions within it. Citizens of lower class are generally seen as unimportant pawns in the eyes of the upper class. Magic is seen as a threat and those who posess it or are of some pure bloodline of magical beings are forced to wear insignias on their clothing marking their status. Since the kingdom is still very stuck in it's old ways, those of mixed bloodlines are often hunted down and killed or imprisoned by the kingdom's dedicated soldiers. With this in mind it's no surprise that tensions generally run high. 
However, every two years these divisions are cast aside for one week. No insignias, no labels, no high tensions, just a week of dancing and socializing under carefully crafted aliases at the Silver Solstice Masquerade Ball. Anyone can attend the grand event, and many lower class individuals spend most of their earnings on fancy clothing for it.
Girl A is a simple villiage girl, at least that's the story she was trained to stick to if the situation demanded it. In reality she is a skilled assassin, hired to infiltrate the event and hunt down Guy A, the crown prince of the kingdom. She had thought that it was going to be easy money, but it might just end up being more than what she bargained for. 
Girl B is a half celestial who has been in hiding most of her life. Although it terrifies her, she is eager to mingle amongst other citizens for a while without having to fear for her life. While there she meets Guy B, who unbenounced to her is a young soldier, and instantly feels a connection.

Thank you!

Shall we make up characters now? Simple profiles, I think.

Yes, that sounds great.

I get girl A and Guy B, right? Just to make sure.
Also, age range?

Yes, that is right. I'm thinking late teens or very early 20s since I think that will work best for this purpose but honestly I'm okay with whatever. I should have mine up here very shortly!

Alright that sounds like a good age range. I'll put mine up soon!

So I just put down the very basics. If you would like me to add anything else just let me know and I will gladly do so.

Name: Wisteria Remington 
Age: 19
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/ff/...


Name: Benjamin (Benji) Wintzell 
Age: 20 
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/01/...

Name: Sereia Holmes
Age: 19
Appearance:

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/17/11/...


Name: Wesley Bellemore
Age: 21
Appearance:

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e3/55/0f/e3...

That detail is fine.
Sorry I took a while, I was looking for the right FC for Wes >.<

Alright. So would you like to start us off or do you want me to?

You, if you wouldn't mind doing it.

((I apologize for the really late start, finals week snuck up on me))

The room was beginning to swirl with activity, blooming into a kalidoscope of color with the wide range of bright colored gowns and suits that the individuals within the grand ball room wore. Benji himself wore a well fitting cream colored suit with delicate silver embroidery winding along the sleeve cuffs and hem of the jacket. Compared with some of the ensembles here it looked rather plain, but that had been the plan after all.
It was amazing how a building that regularly sat so empty for a week shy of two years could spring to life. This was the first time that Benji had been allowed to step foot in this stone building, well, while it was in use anyway. As the sole heir of the current King of Karnmane it was normally considered much too dangerous to attend such an event . . . or any event in general. As long as Benji could remember he had been kept in the shadows, the people of Karnmane didn't even know what their prince looked like, which tonight was an advantage. That was one of the main reasons that he even got the opportunity to attend tonight. It had taken much debating and carefully constructed plans for his father to allow him here tonight, and even at that he would only be here two and a half hours. This was a trial run, if all seemed to go well tonight perhaps his father would allow him to attend tomorrow night's festivities as well.
With his clothes meant to help him blend in and a strict curfew he couldn't help but feel like he was a pulling a reverse Cinderella: for now he got to pretend to be nothing more than a simple commoner, but when midnight struck he would be forced to return to his life as a secluded prince, hidden from the world.
"Are you just going to stand here all night? Because if so I really do not see why you were so hell bent on attending."
Benji turned to glance at the source of the voice, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. The voice belonged to a tall, rather sturdy looking guy dressed in maroon and gold with a matching mask resembling a lion skewing everything about his appearance but his dark brown hair and stormy blue grey eyes. Remington Hawthorne. The first and only friend he had been allowed to have in his twenty years of life . . . and that was only because of his Partizan status and had started out as merely a business deal.
Benji had often wondered why he even needed a personal bodyguard/assassin in the first place when he never left the palace, but he had never questioned it too far as he was sure that without his company he would have gone mad by now. "For your information I am not planning on standing here all night. . . We've only been here five minutes, it's a lot to take in." Benji stated, adjusting his own silvery mask that was crafted to resemble a wolf so that it sat up properly on the bridge of his nose.


Wisteria stood outside the gate leading to the venue. The gilded bars that usually sat firmly closed were open, just as she had known they would be. A couple individuals went around her and made their way to the large building that stood before them or to the impressive stretch of gardens that wound beyond.
The celebration certainly seemed to be in full swing and she could hear music, the melody trying to lure her further in. Still she felt herself hesitate longer. This was her last chance to turn around and not go in at all. She glanced back over her shoulder at the way she had came before looking back to the scene before her. She had come too far and spent far too long on this dress to turn around. She reached up and checked to make sure that her delicate beaded mask was still in place. It was.
Before she could hesitate further ahe willed herself to take a step forward and through the gates. This was it. She was finally at the Silver Solstice ball.

((No worries! School comes first. I wish you the best in your results))

For a peasant girl just freshly into adulthood, the Silver Solstice Ball was a grand and exciting event. It was for everyone, but for her it was the first time and it was a marvelous experience. Coming out into society without fear of social status or any sort of discovery. Hiding inside her own skin. Sereia had always lived her life in the shadows one way or another, and while hiding inside her own skin wasn't a new thing, this was the first time she had ever pretended to be someone pretending to be someone more than what they were. She was calm inside, but pretending to be fascinated by all the fantastic lights and displays. They truly were beautiful and...well maybe she actually was fascinated by them for real. After all, she had practically spent her life underground.

Moving through the ever bustling crowd was difficult in the large teal and purple ballgown that flowed out from her waist and around her feet in a four foot diameter of tulle and some sort of silk-like cloth. It was near impossible not to bump into someone, not to mention how difficult it was to see through the small slits in her bird-esque mask. The entire ensemble looked carefully stitched together, without the obvious fineries of excessive jewelry and beading that would cost far too much for the wages a baker's daughter would earn from her various jobs. Looking around, Sereia spotted various ranges of dress. Some neared her own level of expense, some with the duller colors of reused fabrics, and some that were clearly more extravagant than all of them. She assumed that the silver and golden costumes draped in pearls and various jewels, or the finely crafted horns sitting atop neatly trimmed hair belonged to the noblemen and courtiers that loved to flaunt their wealth even then. And yet, none of them clearly stood out to her as a prince...

She had been there for two hours at the very least and hadn't once caught sight of someone fitting the description or giving the aura of a prince. This was the only chance she would have of getting close to him. Wearing a mask and not having to invent hundreds of stories that would flawlessly explain her nobility. She needed to find him....tonight. And who knew how long she would have.



Purely unguarded. Nothing to keep chaos from reigning if something were to happen. Wesley was new to his job and still learning the ropes of it all, which included constantly being told how dangerous so many things were and how he always needed to be vigilant. So this...this seemed like a very bad idea. But the Silver Solstice Ball had been a tradition for many years and nothing had ever gone wrong so catastrophically. Wes had been ordered not to bring any weaponry at all. He had been told that doing so would mark him as a threat and introduce the idea of something so awful happening. All it took was one slip up. So after having been otherwise told to keep vigilant and armed at all times, Wes felt naked. Bare and vulnerable.

There were so many people bustling around, and at first Wes was startled by that. Then he slowly realized that there was something about this that was comforting. The fancy clothes made it different, but this felt so very much like the market his mother would take him and his siblings to once a month to get the things they needed to survive. The bustle and light laughter, the constant hum of voices talking back and forth to someone, everyone, or no one. Despite all his training and his worry, Wesley was soon able to find some joy and excitement in attending this ball. Perhaps it wasn't such an awful idea after all.

Benji watched Remington's storm cloud colored eyes roll in a dramatic arc behind the gold mask. "Really sir, by now I would think that you would be used to such grand decorations and fineries." Remington remarked with a small smirk.

Benji had to resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs. Remington knew exactly how to get on his nerves, and one of those ways just so happened to be calling him 'sir'. It felt too formal, like it was something meant to be said to an elder, not someone merely a few weeks older. ". . . You know what I meant." Benji simply stated in reply, watching the swirls of all the different colors of fine fabrics. It was the people that were overwhelming. He couldn't remember holding a conversation for more than a couple minutes with anyone outside of his family, the palace staff, or Remington himself.

Remington glanced away from Benji and back to the crowd. "Yeah. . . I know." He admitted, his smirk fading for a moment as he smoothed out non existant wrinkles in his fine silk maroon and gold jacket. Benji knew that below the fabric there was certainly a knife or two expertly hidden. The no weapons rule did not extend to the prince's personal body guard. ". . . I'm going up the the second level balcony where I can keep a bird's eye view over everything." He reported. "But be warned that if you are still posing as a wall ornament in ten minutes I'm going to come back down and forcibly ensure you step foot on that shiny marble dance floor." As soon as he had finished his statement Remington started off and was soon swallowed within the crowd. Even in finer than average clothing he managed to blend into the surroundings. Benji had never been able to figure out how he was so good at it.



Wisteria figured it best to start out small, or small in comparison anyway. She quickly decided that she would start out in the gardens, where she felt she could still get out quick if she needed to. She knew the ball was supposedly a place to set aside differences for a while, but she had also heard rumors about individuals tainting the punch to harm those of mixed bloodlines such as herself. Pushing such worries aside she followed the stone path to an ivy covered archway the lead to the garden beyond.

She took in a deep breath before passing through it, entering the space decorated in tones of silver and frosty light blue. Wisteria couldn't help but take a twirl of amazement as she tried to take everything in, sending the long skirt of her dress swirling in a ripple of various colors. It was a simple but finely constructed gown that had been pieced together with scraps left over from the construction of other gowns, some of which were probably being worn tonight. Getting use of left over scraps was one of the few perks of working as a seamstress in this busy season. Her fingertips still ached from wielding a needle so long and too many to count slips of the needle that had resulted in unpleasant pricks.

Sereia got pushed around in the crowd and was starting to grow annoyed with it all. However, she scanned through the crowds for the prince, wishing she had a better idea of what he looked like. Pictures helped of course, but not nearly enough when it came to identifying him with a mask. None of the costumes screamed royalty to her, but perhaps that was the point. Yet she couldn't imagine they would leave their otherwise carefully guarded prince all by himself even now. There had to be some guard closeby for him...

Somewhere along the way, she got pushed to the outside edge of the room and walked along there. It was easier, since not many people lingered around the walls, but it made it difficult to see inside the crowds. Of course, she hadn't been able to see much while she was in the crowd either. She was getting frustrated with it all and not really paying attention to where she was walking so much. Because of all that, she ended up walking right into someone so hard that she stumbled back a little because of her awful heels. Normally she had no trouble balancing in heels, but for some reason these were just awful.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" she said hurriedly, keeping up with the flustered village girl act for her first real test of it. She kept her head lowered in shame or apology and backed up. She snuck a small peek but didn't raise her head, resulting in all that she saw being an underrated cream and silver suit that clearly had been stitched by very skilled hands. Her eyes always took note of such details, but she shouldn't seem nearly as interested as she actually was. For a second, she wondered if this could be the work of royal tailors, but thought against it in the next second. Surely the prince would dress more extravagantly. "Please forgive me, I forgot to look where I was going."



As much as Wes loved the festive air, he needed to break free of it after a while and take a breath. He went outside since he knew that the gardens were supposed to be something spectacular. Plus he assumed it would be less crowded, and he had chosen correctly. While there were people scattered around in the flowers and darting through the small maze of hedges, it was nothing compared to the massive amount of people inside the ballroom, no matter how large the room actually was. Once that relief of getting some breathing room had passed, he was able to admire just how pretty and colorful the garden was.

Slowly, he wandered through all the plants, wondering how hard the gardeners had to work to make it all this perfect. It was almost magical, but he knew such things weren't really allowed. Still, the gardeners had to work here all the time with all these flowers, keeping them alive and vibrant. All of that fascinated him, and he always thought he would have become some kind of gardener one day had he not become a guard. Maybe he could take it up if he lived to a ripe old retirement age.