[ A festival? Interesting. Macaque doesn't recognize the trappings specifically, but the candles are self-explanatory enough. Although Azure had been misguided in a number of ways, they were still Brothers. He still deserved to be honored. But when Macaque lights the candle he finds himself with a soft, gloaming light around him. ]
[ After getting treated way too well a couple of times, he asks what the deal is. ]
[ Yeah, he should have seen that coming. ]
Masquerade
[ Upon trying to attend this thing in his normal clothes, Macaque was promptly shoved into a room and given a suit in peacock colors and a matching mask. Upon getting repeated reassurances that he won't be recognizable with the mask on, he relents. He could use shadow portals (not that he puts it beyond a magic realm to catch him) but he could use a drink or fifty, so. ]
[ As long as no one will know who he is, fine. ]
[ So he finds himself wherever drinks are being served, intending to peoplewatch and perhaps sulk a bit over the candle thing, but finds himself feeling oddly... good. Maybe it's the freedom of not being recognized and thus having no need to keep up the layers of sarcasm and irony that he uses as blade and shield these days. Maybe it's something in the booze here. For whatever reason, he's feeling talkative. Like getting a few things off his colorfully-dressed chest. ]
[ As someone takes a place beside him, he turns to them. Friendly. (Very unusual.) ] Did you get stuffed into your costume too, or were you granted the dignity of getting to pick? [ He might actually admit that his stubbornness was at fault, here. ]
Macaque | Lego Monkie Kid || Winter
[ A festival? Interesting. Macaque doesn't recognize the trappings specifically, but the candles are self-explanatory enough. Although Azure had been misguided in a number of ways, they were still Brothers. He still deserved to be honored. But when Macaque lights the candle he finds himself with a soft, gloaming light around him. ]
[ After getting treated way too well a couple of times, he asks what the deal is. ]
[ Yeah, he should have seen that coming. ]
Masquerade
[ Upon trying to attend this thing in his normal clothes, Macaque was promptly shoved into a room and given a suit in peacock colors and a matching mask. Upon getting repeated reassurances that he won't be recognizable with the mask on, he relents. He could use shadow portals (not that he puts it beyond a magic realm to catch him) but he could use a drink or fifty, so. ]
[ As long as no one will know who he is, fine. ]
[ So he finds himself wherever drinks are being served, intending to peoplewatch and perhaps sulk a bit over the candle thing, but finds himself feeling oddly... good. Maybe it's the freedom of not being recognized and thus having no need to keep up the layers of sarcasm and irony that he uses as blade and shield these days. Maybe it's something in the booze here. For whatever reason, he's feeling talkative. Like getting a few things off his colorfully-dressed chest. ]
[ As someone takes a place beside him, he turns to them. Friendly. (Very unusual.) ] Did you get stuffed into your costume too, or were you granted the dignity of getting to pick? [ He might actually admit that his stubbornness was at fault, here. ]