[center]Scarlet Wraith Grand Hall[/center] Long eyelashes laced with pitch mascara blinked around widened eyes from muse at such rapid sentences spoken from the man. What she could gather from the long-winded statements is that he seemed to understand what being alone in a sea of people felt like, or perhaps she simply thought he did. That ever so slight tinge of dismay within his expression lead the silvery woman to believe he felt lonesome. There was no time to explain or answer any of the rambling man’s questions as he spoke one hundred miles a minuet and in a way she felt relieved. Would he feel even worse if she told him the truth? That this table was closest to the exit in which she truly sought but had no choice but to sit here and wait in the meantime? Unlike brooding Lumen who voiced every thought without fear of consequence or others feelings, Scarlet did not. Fingers twisted a lock of pure white hair so she could stealthily move sterling orbs to the side in hopes of observing her surroundings. While in surveillance a simple compile of words caught her attention. [i]”May I have a small dance.”[/i] Back straightened as she had to look around for a second wondering if he was really asking her. Visibly she looked stunned and it took a while to respond. [b]“Uh--Scarling, Scarling Wraith though people have always referred to me as Scarlet. I do not mind, either way.”[/b] After finishing that sentence eyes grew downcast as she brought her thumb below her rosy mouth anxiously. [b]“I have to tell you something before I accept your offer Arty. No one has ever asked me to dance in my three years here. Not quite sure I even know how.”[/b] She said with a kind smile though obvious nervousness could be sensed. [b]“So, maybe just a short dance in this vicinity.”[/b] Gracefully she rose to take his hand within her own and hesitantly placed the other upon his shoulder. Not sure if that was even correct her eyes shyly averted from his a few times. [b]“I’ll try not to step on your feet though I cannot promise it won’t happen at least once.”[/b] --- [center]Lumen Vale Grand Hall[/center] [i]"It’s a pretty name."[/i] The man with shaggy teal hair commented. [b]“Quite the contrary—but—thank you none-the-less.”[/b] Shoulders stiffened a tad as if she were touched by a frosty chill. She could not tell if he was mocking or legitimate and slightly narrowed her eyes in doubt. Compliments were not something she reveled in and receiving them made a situation awkward. The woman in the emerald dress abruptly decided to take leave and walked away drawing everyone’s attention for a moment in question. Lumen always thought she was the anti-social one in a crowd but after witnessing Acacia’s exit she was not so sure if that was the case anymore. From a smart aleck to an introvert she felt herself even less enthused about this particular school year and wished for this night to reach a swift end. [b]“…If you’ll excuse me as well.”[/b] She said through a lengthy discontent sigh after Jason praised the negative events that had taken place. She nodded a farewell and left the two to search, wandering through a crowd of covered faces and expensive material. The back would be her next stop if she could reach that destination in a timely manner. --- [center]Faust Outside Male Dorms > Tordred maze[/center] Faust felt satisfied that his friendly token was well received. After being interceded by three coarse undergraduates he began thinking that all of them were going to be that way. He never was one to give up because defeat was not in his nature…and because he was [i]not[/i] allowed to fail. [i]”And what exactly happens outside?”[/i] Ears heard the newcomer inquire snapping him out of reflection. [b]“Anything and everything but mostly some upperclassmen enjoying prohibition, nothing fancy like inside mind you. You’ll notice how this school is run in no time. It’s either her or us. Those of us who view things differently are resisting order or unruly.”[/b] He mocked with a wide smile trying to lighten his darkened state of thought. [b]“For one, you can’t be yourself in there even during a masquerade ball. Anonymous or not the atmosphere is too uptight and policed by one frigid bitch. Quite ironic since she’s blind but no one would ever know it. I like to steer clear of that one if at all possible. Like I said, Lumen won’t tread through this maze so it’s the only safe haven…if you know where to go.”[/b] [i]This seems to be the perfect place to hang out, creepy enough to scare others away.[/i] [b]“You’re not like the rest.”[/b] Faust tilted his head toward the Grand Hall signaling to the people inside. [b]“Don’t know why but I have a feeling we’ll get along quite nicely Liam.”[/b] His signature smirk appeared before he inhaled the cigarette making the cinders spark up like a slow smoldering fire. [b]“Why’d you decide to come here anyway? Besides its clandestine history there isn’t much to offer people of regular stature. No offence.”[/b] A hand raised a bit gesturing that he did not mean any harm by the blunt comment. [b]“Or, maybe you’re not so regular after all…we’ll see.”[/b] He shrugged and chuckled to himself sure that nothing he said was making any sense to the Freshman. [b]“Forget what I said, it’s not important. I’ll introduce you to a couple of my friends when we get inside but-- try not to wander too far, you’ll likely get lost. You’d swear these trees move by themselves.”[/b] After speaking his last word with an impish glint in his uncanny jade eyes his feet finally landed upon the dirt entrance to Tordred. Looming fog that resembled fallen clouds were slowly inching across the bitter ground and the temperature dropped almost instantly while walking past the first few weeping willows. Darkness seemed to envelop the surroundings as each corner was rounded. This large maze seemed only to expanse even further. There were multiple entrance ways but Faust easily trekked his way through without batting an eye. Even as noises began to stir from an unknown source. Clearly the misunderstood man had spent many nights in this gloomy realm, and did not fear what was within. Before long, laughing and chatting could be heard underneath a wilted gazebo frequented by a couple of casual dressed upperclassmen sharing booze and smokes. [b]“Who’s this Faust?”[/b] A woman with multi-hued blond hair resting upon a feathered trench coat questioned curiously.