[b]"Ah... And that is our story."[/b]

Karnage spoke to no one as he was leaned up against the wall in the ballroom. For the sake of this occasion, he had to smooth out his flesh, remove the spikey bits and slim down. He wore a suit tailored for him which cost him quite a bit. Even so, he still took his "Demonic" appearance, even when given the option to look more human. In his words, [b][i]"Let me wear my face."[/i][/b] At his feet was a violin case. Today he serves many roles: staffer, janitor, violinist, and should the need arise, security. But not in the sense that he suspects anyone would attack the ball. No, no force in this world could harm anyone in the ballroom. Or rather, no one outside this ballroom could do such a thing. If trouble arose, it would be because of the ones [i]in[/i] the ballroom.

The scene between the godly entities did not go unnoticed. Hard to really, except by the blissfully ignorant. The tension around them was thick enough to suffocate someone. At this moment, Karnage had taken his place at the stage, playing the violin in soft melody to the pianist. His vantage point allowed him to see all within the ballroom, and he did not need to hear others to know what they were saying. There was dissatisfaction, paranoia, and pure, simple hatred. For many within this room this event was nothing more than a show of denial. So much had happened that cannot be forgotten or forgiven. The sins of the past would never be washed away.

But for Karnage, this was a step in the right direction. So many people who cling onto mistakes like bringing them up again and again is somehow suppose to change what had happened. At least the head master had the mind to step away from that mess and try to do something different. Peace, harmony, understanding: Idealistic notions that most would dismiss as fairy tails. But once upon a time, demons and angels were nothing more than representation of good and evil. There was once a world were dark and light were easy to define and there was no complications. But than the truth revealed itself, and with it threw away any veil of simplicity. There were demons who wanted nothing more than redemption. Angels so disconnected to others they were nothing more than forces of nature. This world was ravaged not by the forces of hell or the folly of men, but the wrath of heaven.

[b]"That is one way to see it."[/b]

The scene between Solus and Hazumi. Karnage and the others continued to play their soft, sweet song, in clear dissonance of the violence occurring so closely. Not that anyone was paying attention to the musicians. This was suppose to be a celebration of a new era of peace and prosperity. Barely half an hour in and the world almost had another catastrophe. Karnage and his fellow musicians traded stage time with another group, just in time for Karnage to put away his instrument and pick up a mop. He met Lily as she was looking for the janitor and gave her a polite smile, beckoning to the mess left in the wake of Hazumi.

[b]"I will clean. You should attend to the guest of honor. It would do her no good to end the night on such a negative note."[/b]