Post by marcastus on Jan 30, 2006 20:52:38 GMT -5
*Asai didn't mind parties. Sometimes, he even liked them. But the ones he particularly enjoyed were the loud ones: the ones where you could get drunk with ease, the ones where people didn't care what you were doing, no matter how vile it was...
Those were the parties he could tolerate.
And compared to those, the one he attended now was sadly, torturously, dull. Magicians and sorcerers liked to have balls. That hadn't changed much from the olden days, and neither had the style. Everyone arrived in masks, everyone sipped champagne cautiously, like it was bad for them, everyone traded barbed insults. Threats and hints of alliances were swapped with a speed that was leaving a few of the older and slower members confused. But that was the way of the magic-users. They viewed each other as threats, and the more power one had the greater the danger. Amassed too much strength and you were likely to get yourself assassinated by those fearful of you. It sounded exciting, but the fact was that the party was tedious and beyond. The threats were traded under a sugar-coating of politeness that Asai found hard to swallow. If people were going to try to intimdate each other, they should do so with actions. Not pleasantries with dual meanings. He felt an overwhelming urge to slam his head several times against the nearest wall, at the same time that he felt like just draining his champagne and getting the hell out of there. He didn't even know why he had bothered to come. The mansion was a far cry from close to his abode, and the company was lousy. Not to mention the cursed mask was making his face all sweaty. Disgusting, just disgusting. A married pair of magicians drifted by him, hand in hand not bothering to glance at him at all* Conversation, *he remarked to no one in particular* That's also another low point of this entire...party...
Those were the parties he could tolerate.
And compared to those, the one he attended now was sadly, torturously, dull. Magicians and sorcerers liked to have balls. That hadn't changed much from the olden days, and neither had the style. Everyone arrived in masks, everyone sipped champagne cautiously, like it was bad for them, everyone traded barbed insults. Threats and hints of alliances were swapped with a speed that was leaving a few of the older and slower members confused. But that was the way of the magic-users. They viewed each other as threats, and the more power one had the greater the danger. Amassed too much strength and you were likely to get yourself assassinated by those fearful of you. It sounded exciting, but the fact was that the party was tedious and beyond. The threats were traded under a sugar-coating of politeness that Asai found hard to swallow. If people were going to try to intimdate each other, they should do so with actions. Not pleasantries with dual meanings. He felt an overwhelming urge to slam his head several times against the nearest wall, at the same time that he felt like just draining his champagne and getting the hell out of there. He didn't even know why he had bothered to come. The mansion was a far cry from close to his abode, and the company was lousy. Not to mention the cursed mask was making his face all sweaty. Disgusting, just disgusting. A married pair of magicians drifted by him, hand in hand not bothering to glance at him at all* Conversation, *he remarked to no one in particular* That's also another low point of this entire...party...