The First Annual BA Christmas Party!

I would like to welcome everyone to this hopefully continued new tradition that will occur every year in the BA. The rules here are very simple, as we are all writers. I want no pure OoC posts unless there is a reason for them. Take it to PM if you need to talk about something. Also, this party is for the characters, not the users. Post a link to your character in your first post. You may have one character or, if you have two that travel together, that is the exception.

Write as you normally would, no dumb, one liner posts. Silliness and ridiculousness are encouraged, but must be kept to a decent and respectible standard. That being said, I welcome you to...

The First Annual BA Christmas Party

BiC:

Kenjin opened his eyes to the world around him, walking through the hallways of the Dome, just as he had done before many times in the old days when he called it home. The floors echoed with each step he took, the sound vibrating off the walls as he walked, causing some confusion among the groups of people surrounding him as he went. The dark mystic, cloaked in his own illusions, was invisible to all but himself, and he preferred it that way. No one would bother him, as he spoke to the Dome; no one would interrupt his thoughts. No one could bother him.

The corporal body of Kenjin looked round, taking in the hardened stone of the walls. Of course, there were all kinds of corridors, not all of them resembled an old-time castle. Some were luxurious, and spacious, while others were dank and narrow. It really depended on the person who walked through them, he supposed, as he headed down a small spiral of stairs, his hand tracing the surface of the wall next to him, his gloves coming back with slight moisture on the edges. His eyes closed, he moved by sound alone, sensing the sounds around him through his sharp, Hylian-like ears, not missing a single step.

“Ah, to be young,” he muttered, a statement that he found jest in. He had considered going to his room, the old place he had once trained and been trained in. But that was the belonging of the Dark Eye now, and something told the dark mystic that the metal knight would not care for his presence. Chronos tolerated Kenjin when it suited him, an alliance of convenience. That suited Kenjin fine as well, for he was not headed in that direction. He had other plans, plans which concerned the center of the Dome.

He was headed for the cafeteria, an eating area created for the students and masters of the Dome. Kenjin, having never had a mortal body before, had never exactly enjoyed the same kinds of foods that mortals did. He might even have what was called a “hamburger” later, if what he wanted to accomplish was done correctly. Kenjin found his way to the bottom of the stairs, and made a left. He was surprised to see one of the students come in his direction, but the dark mystic just altered the density of his mortal body, making it as transparent as air. The woman phased through Kenjin, and he continued his gentle stroll, until he finally came to the cafeteria. Thankfully, the eating area was empty, the chairs and tables vacant and deserted. “Excellent,” he said, searching through the large room with his mind. “Just the place for the event.”

Silently, Kenjin placed his palm to his face, sending out a call specific to the one being that could respond. In another instant, a cloud of white formed, transforming quickly into the soft, transparent form of his Domerii, the ghost servant that had taken his messages and talked to his students for him. The Domerii bowed to its master, and spoke. “What is your will, Master Kenjin?” it asked quietly, looking towards the mortal shell of its owner.

“This is the last command I shall issue you,” was his reply, calmly and quietly. “After this, you shall pass on to my apprentice, the Dark Eye, and do his bidding as you did me. But before you do so, I must ask this simple task of you, one that shall allow everyone inside and outside of the Dome to engage in festivities as my farewell present to this place, once my home.”

The Domerii bowed once more. “Of course, Master Kenjin. If it is within the Dome’s ability, your final will can be granted.”

Kenjin grinned, cocking his head lightly to the side. “The Dome has no limits, Domerii, which is why I will it that this be done.” And, with his head bent, he explained to the ghost exactly what he wanted it to do. When he was finished, the Domerii inclined its head, understanding its instructions. “Do not fail me, Domerii,” Kenjin said, bowing to the ghost one last time, before his body began to fade away, as the dark mystic altered the reality to make himself elsewhere, teleporting away from his home, which was no longer his home, as his torch had been past. The Domerii smiled as its master faded away, until the dark mystic was gone forever from the Dome.

It had work to do.
***
The next day, the Dome was someplace else.

The place always changed where it was, altering itself whenever it wanted. Today, however, it was different in the sense that it had done the bidding of the one called Kenjin, and had taken on the form that the dark mystic had wanted. The Dome’s residents, when they awoke, found their entire rooms, corridors, and hallways covered in snow. The blanket of white extended everywhere, even into the Dark Eye’s laboratory, ruining one of his scientific experiments. The snow did not come with a chill, on the contrary, it was still the same temperature. Nonetheless, every person in the Dome found themselves getting up in this, and walking towards the cafeteria, where maybe they could get some food.

But people were already there. In fact, a lot of people that had never been into the Dome were there, in the frost-tinted room that had expanded to the size of a small town. Stores advertising various samples of foods were available, and people exited the shops to socialize. Ghosts called Domerii were delivering the food once prepared to the customers, floating above the ground as they handed the products to the various invitees. The sky above was dark, but friendly, as the moon and the stars cast a beautiful picture, perfect for couples. Street lamps stood at the corners of the streets, as the snow continued to fall.

In the center of the town, a giant Christmas tree stood towering over the town, well over fifty feet in height, decorated head to toe in giant lights and massive bells; the perfect Christmas card look. A tall, golden star sat at the top, gleaming in the night’s sky. A hundred tables stood in front of the giant evergreen, all decked with fancy tableware and chairs fit for kings. A massive table stood at the head of this, with numerous chairs, all of which said “Reserved,” in boldly written cards in front of the regal seats. To the east of the tables, a giant dancing floor was set up, where the snow was falling but mysteriously not touching the dance floor. An entire orchestra stood ready, covered by Domerii carrying instruments. The Domerii of Kenjin’s, now Chronos’, stood at the head of the procession, conducting the ensemble in a chorus melody for dancing. To the west of the eating tables was an arena for battles, where any number of people could fight to test their strength if they wished.

It was, in short, the best present Kenjin could have left for the Dome: a Christmas Party unlike no other.

OoC: Note that I am not using Kenjin, but just used him to begin the thread. Everyone, enjoy!

OoC: Rontu, Khaz, and Ren, because they travel together.

BiC:

“What the hell is this?” growled the Dark Elf. His gold eyes narrowed piercingly at the snow and activities. There was a hard scowl of disgust carved in his black face as he stared around. “Ren, you said we were going to the Dome.”

The Retuson glared up at his tall companion with his own scarlet stare. “We did. How many other places do you know that have doors popping out of thin air?” The young man looked around. His eyebrows furrowed together matched with a light frown. “I’ve never seen the Dome look like this before.”

The Hylian standing next to the Dark Elf was staring at everything with apparent glee. There was a broad smile on his face. His midnight-blue eyes darted all over the place. He looked like a human child on Christmas morning. “Wow!” he exclaimed. “Look at all this. It’s amazing!”

Rontu and Ren glared at Khaz. Khaz looked over and flinched at their gazes. He frowned, looking hurt just by their looks. “What? I mean … last I knew it was summer, but here there’s snow everywhere and look at all the decorations …” he trailed off, becoming meeker by the second. His big eyes bent with anxiety as his mouth slowly closed. The Hylian took a step away from the Retuson and Dark Elf. “Y-you guys need … to chill out … I mean, come on … Let’s have fun for once …” he stammered timidly.

“Fun?” Rontu snapped, his arms folding moodily over his chest. His hawk-like eyes were set firmly on the Hylian. “You think we can afford to have fun? For Akasha’s sake, Khaz, we have Dark Lords after us.”

“B-but, we’re in the Dome. They can’t find us here, can they?” said Khaz, his blue eyes becoming wide with hope. “R-right, Ren?”

“…”

“Ren?” repeated Khaz, looking over at the teenager. Rontu glared over at him too. The Retuson didn’t seem to be listening. His crimson stare was locked on the battle arena, watching a people battle each other. The Dark Elf increased his glare. Slowly he drew back his hand and smacked the boy on the back of his head with a slap. The Retuson stumbled forward, his hands holding the back of his head.

“Ahhh!” he gasped. Soon his eyes narrowed angrily a snarl gripped his lips. “Rontu! What the hell?!”

“Pay attention!” Rontu snapped. “Get your head out of battle and into the present. Can the Dark lords find us here?”

Ren glared, still rubbing his head with one hand. The other was closed in a tight fist, as if he was thinking of using it on the Dark Elf. “No! At least I wouldn’t think so … They don’t even know what the Dome is.”

Khaz’s face brightened with a smile that made him seem like a little boy. “See! Let’s stay, pleeeeeeease, Rontu?” He put his hands together, his blue eyes locked on Rontu intently. “All we do is run around trying to find the others and look over our shoulders to see if Nelu or Sheinron is tailing us. Come ooooon, we need a break sometime!”

“He’s got a point, Rontu,” said Ren, his eyes wandering back over at the battle arena. Rontu cast another glare at Ren, but then stared at the ground, thinking.

“I don’t like it. Knowing them they always show up when we’re relaxing …” the Dark Elf growled, glowering disdainfully at the snowy floor.

Khaz pouted, his black eyebrows furrowing. “You’re just too up tight. You’re the kind of person that has been paranoid so long they don’t know how to have a good time. Come on, you need a break, and Ren said they won’t find us here.”

Rontu looked up to focus a glare on the Hylian. “Try growing up in Delu. You can never let your guard down. And knowing what is following us, we can never let our guards down,” said the Dark Elf in a quiet but dangerous voice. Khaz bent his eyes with frustration at Rontu.

“Rontu, look around you! We’re not in Delu or any place like it.” His eyebrows softened a little and so did his voice. “I think you need this more than any of us. I mean … you’ve lived your whole life looking over your shoulder expecting someone to try to kill you … That’s a tough life to live.”

Rontu lowered his gaze back to the snow again. Maybe Khaz was right … Had he just forgotten how to relax? He had never really thought about it before … Relaxation never seemed to be part of his thought process in times of danger. Just because it seemed that everything was safe didn’t mean it would always be. There was something inside him that wanted to give in and say yes to Khaz. There was another part seemed to scream and struggle against everything that he was saying. They couldn’t afford to be caught off guard again … but then again they can’t find them here … Or could they? Ren didn’t seem to know that much about the Dome, and their enemies might be able to find away. It seemed that they could do anything to find them …

The Dark Elf exhaled, still glaring at the ground with his thoughts. “All right, fine. We can stay for a while … but not too long.”

Khaz let out a cheer, pumping his hands into the air enthusiastically. Ren’s eyes were already locked on the battle arena, a smirked planted on his lip.