At Demons' Table (DK's Nox SemiRP open for everyone)
 

-strides in and looks around, all glowey and smokey and spooky; perfect for the time of spiritus galore.-
Ahoy me Harteys!

(i like how you make it non compulsory to RP for those of us that dont like to)

*sits*

The usually mirthful and exhuberant girl, for once, wore a semi-serious expression, her party kazoo no where to be seen. Yes, she intended to enjoy the festivities and what-have-you, but she couldn't forget the reason behind the holidays. Donning the white that was customary of the season, she made her way into the room. Some good food and something to drink sounded wonderful at the moment!

Silvery eyes widened as someone fell, crashing into a table. "Ma'am, are you alright?" she asked, offering a hand to help the woman up.

{Ashy- =p I wanted to get people posting! there was nothing going on last night even tho people were on xD}


She jumped up and also ran to the girls side to offer assistance. "Did you get hurt?"

[Ooooo~ Postage~ And RP!]

Chaisae walked gracefully into the establishment, smiling as per usual, and greeting those he met on this night with a bow or cant of the head, depending on how they greeted him.
A place with food and drink was a nice respite from the constant walking he'd been doing back and forth through the town, and he gratefully ordered something to drink first of all - sitting in the least obtrusive area the place had to offer.

The 'girl' ignored the hand and stared at those who offered assistance. "No, I'm not hurt." She said coldly to the one who offered a hand. "And," 'she' said turning to the other, "I'm male." He knew he was by no means the most masculin of males but he was still male. He stood up and brushed himself off.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm very bad with genders. I ran into this Guard once and was like, "Excuse me sir" and the guard cussed me out cause it was a female."

His frown melted into a smile, "Sorry about snapping, I've had a rough night." He gave a glance to the table that he had fallen on top of. "Sorry about the table, madames."

The boy watched the goings on nearby, while he sipped the tea he'd ordered lightly, and pulled out a book. It was a spellbook, if the cover was any indication, but it was also half-blank. He must have been thinking of one as he drank his tea, because a writing implement was withdrawn from the side of his boot, and used to jot down some random nonsense language on one of the blank pages.

"Don't worry about the table, you could have been hurt."

He shrugged, "I've fallen onto of and through worse." He gave the table a look. He turned his full atention then to whom he was speaking, "And who might the beautiful lady to whom I am speaking? I think I would like to know her name." He had a soft and charming smile on his face as he spoke the words. "Because not every day you fall to meet an angel."

She blushes. "I would be known as DK.. Or Demons. Depends on what people feel like calling me. My name is Demonskid though. You would be?"

He gave a kind laugh, "I'm Dark Forbidden Love, most people call me Dark though, DK." He smiles again and gives a slight bow, "And I'm honored to meet you, DK."

"It is a pleasure to meet you too Dark!" She smiles.