OOC: This thread is a continuation of "A Chance Encounter" (that featured Dekka Blade, and Kathryn Chandos)IC:
An opportunity like this was too good to pass up. After all, how difficult could it be to impersonate the Duke of Allar? Duke Calent Allarick was snobbish and reserved, at least from what he learned on his studying- for he paid enough attention to politics and royalty in Connlaoth and surrounding areas as he could. After all, they were the wealthiest pockets to pick.
And it
was a masked ball. A masquerade.
He smiled at the invitation as his green eyes roamed over it.
"Gods, these royals are getting stupider and stupider," he commented, repocketing the official invitation as she stared at himself in the mirror. As the pretend 'Duke of Allar', he'd have to make a few adjustments. It had been a good week since he'd shave as he stared at his scruff, lifting his chin up as he made a face, turning to the right, then left, than began lathering up his face with water and soap. He needed to shave.
Calent, from what he knew and had seen, kept himself clean shaven. He, on the other hand, did not. He liked his goatee, and after drawing the blade over one cheek, then the other, contemplated shaving his signature beard off.
Swallowing his pride, he lathered up his beard and cleared it all away. Splashing water across his face, he ran his fingers across the smooth part of his face and smirked, admiring his work as he moved his head to the left, then inspected it on the right and went about grooming his brows and trimming some of his bangs. He wasn't going to go all out, and left his braid as it were, tucking it up ontop of his head.
He'd figure a way to hide his locks later, for now, he twisted open a yellow jar, dabbed some oil on his hands and began tapping the scented oils onto his cheeks and neck.
Calent's clothing wasn't hard to come by, neither was his carriage or horse, for that matter. He wondered why these dukes were making his job too easy. Not that it mattered... as he began to lace up his clothes, full of layers and dark colors of black and greens, rich and royal as the forests. When he was done, adjusting the tall, stiff collar about his neck, he turned around to gaze into the gold, filigree framed mirror in his room and was shocked to see another man.
He stood tall and imposing, righting his shoulders- he fit near perfectly into his costume. Though this wouldn't be his costume for the ball, rather, a costume to acquire a costume. It was an odd circumstance, but he wanted to choose, and to be wise about it- what mask and hat and clothes he'd wear to the masquerade. After all, he wasn't only concealing his face behind a mask, but all of his trinkets and supplies...
The king of thieves was ever prepared, and accepted this challenge deliciously.
It was a shame, the carriage, the invitation..
It was all meant to be delivered as a sign of regret. The Duke of Allar couldn't attend. He had.. prior engagements. Though his regrets would never make it, replaced by another man at the masquerade who
would say yes.
The duchy of Highheart was celebrating something. Oh right, the duchess's birthday.
He remembered stealing her ring, but had.. given it to a certain someone. Rumor had it, the duchess was due for another. He smiled devlishly at his reflection. It was time to get a new one.
"Looking fucking good, Duke Calent," he told himself, brushing a stray bang aside, then adjusted his posture and appeared more stoic as his face went grey and stoic. "Yes, I've got an acquired taste to have my face as
smooth as a woman's." he spoke out loud, mocking the duke, his voice, sounding surprisingly similar.
Dekka smiled at himself wickedly and walked away, trying out his strides, his dark green ad black cape flowing behind him. He could get used to these fancy clothes. He pulled at the collar. Well, he could get used to this if these clothes didn't make him so fucking hot. "Damn these stiff layers," she said with a sneer and picked at the ornately embroidered gloves around his wrists.
There was still much to be done. To crash a royal party.. and to pretend to be a high official, the
Duke of Allar, of all people, was going to be quite a feat indeed. And he'd have to carefully layout his show stopper-
After all, his fame depended on a grand finale.
To let all of Highheart know they were duped.
Into town he went, working careful at selecting his costume.
A clown? A beast? A knight? It will be quite a feast.
Ah, but the exotic the choice.. this one seemed to make sense..
A tiger, with black stripes, and swirls of orange and green, and gold painted across a porcelain mask with emeralds adorning the sides. A smile flashed across his lips as he paid with money, the Duke of Allar's money, and had his costume sent to his room....
The whole town was buzzing outside the castle...
Rumors spreading..
The Duke of Allar- an un
wed man, visiting the duchy when,( for his fame proceeded him,) was not a man to travel so often to Highheart. So, yes, the rumors spread, considering both
he and the
daughter, Kathryn Chandos, were unwed.
Dekka loved gossip, and once word got around he had to smile, preparing his hair for the occasion. He could hide his long hair beneath the high collar of his suit of arms- one that was now painted with ornate tiger stripes and also embellishing the symbol of the Allarrian duchy. He had decided against a hat, but adorned a pair of cat ears sticking out of his head, his bangs, still long, covering his real ears.
Thinking back to the daughter, he smiled.
"Lady Kathryn.." he posed before the mirror, hand extended to his invisible companion. His smile reached his eyes silently.
Oh, wouldn't it be
something to woo the duke's daughter? To make her think she was being flirted with with the very Duke of Allar? And
really being charmed by the
King of Thieves?Oh, his smile seemed to reach past his ears as he laughed at the idea and strolled excitedly to his carriage.
"Let the show begin," he said with a clap of gloves above his head.