The PPC Roleplay Board - Latest posts

They made sure nobody was close by, except for the White Wolf, who was busy making his way through the crowd and sometimes exchanging a few words. They also leaned in, and whispered, "Yes, we got one, too. I was able to decipher it using my phone, and if I can see yours, I can see if I can decipher it for you. It might not be the same code, but it's worth a shot."

'Erm,' he said to the shifting, quietly chatting wall of flowing fabrics and legs and intertwined arms that had appeared around him. He blinked. Lights was nowhere to be seen. He had just figured out who they were, too, had been prepared to leap upon them with that knowledge and shove it down their throat and laugh mirthfully, exclaiming their real name and flaunting it around like it was a flag. He frowned, scratched his head, shrugged, and began pottering, once more, through the party.

She had not expected Sapphire to take both cards - or, for that matter, to be so adversely affected by them... well, she supposed, one is usually forced to die to achieve godhood. Good thing I toned it down, or this would get quite messy quite quickly.

That was the price for not having to die, though... reduced power. How annoying it could be.

"Ye—" he started to say, but stopped to glance around them. Leaning in closer, he whispered, "Yes, but I can't read it. It's in some kind of cipher. What did you get? Is yours in code, too?"

They stopped, eyes widening in shock as they felt themselves grow somehow. The plate of cake dropped to the floor unheeded as Sapphire doubled over, breathing heavily, as magic took root in them. Their thought process ran something like: "This is weird and not supposed to happen. Was there something in that cake? Oh, wait, this is Calliope's party, why am I surprised? Of course weird things are going to occur. Also, I have magic now. This is awesome! I wonder what I can do with it? I guess I'll find out. Darn, I dropped my cake. Guess I have to go get more." They stood up again and tried to straighten their suit unobtrusively, wondering how many people were staring and doing their very best not to look around and find out. Sapphire decided on second thought to not go back to the table, where there were no doubt several people gathered, and continued to head towards the wall.

"A pleasure. I'm going by the Garnet Ghast tonight." They smiled, although admittedly, it was rather hard to tell through their ever-smiling mask. They noticed the piece of paper, and asked, "Ah, did our hostess give you one of those, too?"

"Oh, yes! Certainly!" He fumbled the paper in his hand a bit, as though deciding whether to put it away or leave it in the open. "I'm—Uh, call me Rod, by the way."

Picking up the cards and putting them together has opened a doorway of sorts in your mind. You feel as though you have gained new abilities beyond what an ordinary human being ought to be able to do.

((Congratulations! You got magics!))

"Wow," they thought, "That's a lot of dessert. Impressive sweet tooth, Cal." Glancing over the table, they noticed the cards and raised an eyebrow, muttering under their breath, "Huh, interesting." Not noticing the Raven and Springs eyeing the cards, they picked both cards up and slipped them into their pocket. The red velvet cake looked appetizing, though mainly due to its impressive frosting job, and so they grabbed a slice of that too, before drifting away to the nearest wall again.

They nodded at the White Wolf, then started walking off, assuming the Wolf would either stay there or follow them. They saw a man standing alone, and so approached him. "Pardon me, but if you're not busy, could I have a moment of your time?" they asked, managing to avoid showing surprise when they got a good look at the mask. It was... not something they had expected to see. Then again, everybody had different tastes in costumes.

For all her talk of bad eyesight, she seemed to have a very good sense for things that were out of place. "Hey," she said to her clockwork companion as she snagged a cupcake from the nearest tray, "look, normally I'd grab both of those cards over there for myself, but normally I don't have somebody with me." She finished the cupcake with a messy shower of crumbs, and shrugged. "So what I'm saying is basically- you take one card, I take the other? Knowing Calliope, they're probably important to the plot or something."

"Although, if you must know..." she said, "it is possible that I am none other than the Nameless Admin, here to keep an eye on this... dangerous gathering of Discordians."

She smiled, and took another sip of her cider.

"Or I'm just messing with you. I have been known to do that on occasion. It makes the evening more fun, doesn't it?"

((Of course, if you read between the lines, I've already dropped a few hints...))

She leaned forward a little, peering at the Musician. "I don't think I know who you are, either," she admitted. "Don't suppose you'll give me a hint?"

There are three cakes - a red velvet cake, a cheesecake, and an ice-cream cake. The red velvet is in the shape of the Hylian Shield (and frosted to match), the cheesecake has no adornment but is very large, and the ice-cream cake reads "HAPPY GRADUATION". There are also several trays of cupcakes, several of cookies, and so many dishes of candy.

In fact, you don't see any food that isn't a sweet. Wow. Callie's legendary sweet tooth was not exaggerated at all, it seems.

You do, however, spy two face-down playing cards on the table. At least they look like playing cards. They seem to be from two different decks; one has a capital A worked into the back, and the other has a capital C.

"Or Melody, if you want a more conventional name."

The Musician smiled once more, sipping at her drink.

"I don't believe my identity has been discovered yet," she said. "But that's the fun of it all, isn't it? What good is a secret if you don't risk it on occasion? Although I must admit, I do not have a guess as to your identity."

"I may or may not have spent an embarrassing amount of time in Google Images," she said, glaring at her pear cider as if it had slighted her. "But thank you, er... What should I call you? I'm the Crimson Woman, though I think several people have already figured out who I actually am." She tugged at her gloves, wondering if it was okay to admit that at a masquerade ball.

"Your dress is equally incredible," the Musician said. "I spent some time trying to come up with a similar design before giving up and opting for this instead."

"Duuuuude, your hair is awesome!" she exclaimed, accepting the glass of cider. Then, realizing that this wasn't quite the level of decorum expected at such an event, she coughed and said in a more even tone, "I meant to say, yes, it is quite the event. Your hair looks beautiful." By reflex, she sipped from her glass and, having forgotten it was alcohol, proceeded to cough violently.

The Raven sighed longingly, acutely aware of the time of the night and the time of her breakfast that morning. "I haven't eaten since this morning. Gosh, you're making me hungry, now." She looked over towards the food again. "Cake sounds great, but my eyesight isn't the best. I can't see any at the moment."

"Yeah, that sounds bad. I'll go with, but recruiting someone else might be a good idea." He glanced around the room. "Maybe we could find someone, but this could be fun either way. Death could be unpleasant, but it depends if it sticks."

"There's also outright terror, agony, and potentially repeated lethal injuries. But if it seems like you're irrelevant so far, then I think it means she's just winding it into another one of her plots. Speaking of which..." They sighed and stopped walking, giving the room a last look and shaking their head disappointedly. "I don't think my mission is in this room, and please forgive me for this, but I'm honestly afraid to walk out of here with anything less than an army. Since I don't think we can find one, well... Would you rather see what we can find ourselves, or should we get a little help first?"

He shrugged. "My role seems to be irrelevant so far. I am more worried than interested about what may occur, knowing our Hostess. It'll be fun either way, but I'm just wondering how much panic I'll be in before it's over."

"People seem to be enjoying themselves, and I've barely brought anything out! I look forward to seeing people's reactions to the proper challenges."

Knowing Cal, 'the proper challenges' will be deadly. Heck, the so-called 'easy mode' codes took over an hour to solve in some cases. You really wouldn't put it past her in any fashion.

"Or The Cryptographer, if you're feeling formal.", he said, leaning into the hug.

He then took the paper and slipped it into his pocket surreptitiously.

"And how are you this evening?"

Their shoes seemed to make no noise, at least, no noise that could be heard over the soft rustling of the dress. "Of course you do," they said as the two walked through the room. "Of course, I can see why you do- but then again, I can see you, if you take my meaning." They didn't see what they were looking for as they walked through the room, and glanced at the White Wolf. "Well, it appears that my role has either not come yet, or may happen somewhere else. What about you?"

((Please don't read the unedited, it has my identity.))