The Boisterous ship landed on the stage deck where red velveteen seats were stationed across from it. The seats were quickly filled, Dren got a nice front row seat right next to his new "friend" Hitori. 

"We of the Theater troupe of Tantalus present you Lord Avon's ' [i]I want to be your Canary[/i]'!" A man stood in costume, he had adorned armor on with many signs resembling gibberish, yet looked like a parody of religious symbols, mostly human ones. This was so that they didn't use already existing ones that would offend people of the clergy in Alexandria, as well as to give [i]"flair"[/i] to their costumes. 

The stage lights changed to that of a light lapis, this was to emulate the night on set. 

"O'de be to you Marcus my love, for on the hue we leave for Fimble'verant... Only than shall we be free... I Cornelius of V'hes..' await'ith you!" The lady on stage had long straight hair, Silver...yet a hint of brown in it. Her hair was unique and stood out, as did her lapis eyes. Her pale complexion was lacking powder like the man before her. Her build was somewhat to be compared to Beatrix, yet she had a larger bust that stood out; this was noticeable to wraps around her torso. 

The outfit itself was white, flowy and draped down to her ankles. Her smile was, yet serene. 

To the left, was a yellow light on the stage. 

"It is I! Marcus! I've come to whisk you away Cornelius!" The man smiled to her solemnly, his bright teeth showing, his canines sticking out, his hazel hair back in a ponytail as he wore a red frilled Bard like attire. 

"Nay!" To the right side of the stage where Cornelius was, the same man who was opening the play had a crown on. He was blatantly noticed to represent the king but such a moniker. 

"My daughter is to wed Verin of Umbrine, not some...pauper... Away with you!" 
"Nay! Father, I forbid you to lay a finger on Marcus!" 
"Then lay a finger I shall not, but silver and steel shall be lain with his blood!" 

Two armored figures appeared from behind the Kingly figure. 
One suit of Armor was domino like, while the other was Red and White with alternating colors on front and back of the suit. 
One held a flimsy spear, which was obviously painted to look Silver, same could be said about the other's sword. 

Behind the bard on the opposing end, three men appeared in swashbuckler like attire, as if they've been born at sea.
"Aye! No'aht a ma'hn to deprive anot'ter of their love for 'thy fairest lady. The trio pulled our Scimitars and began to fight closer to the audience. 

Dren could see one of the men was actually a silver and black haired female with grey eyes. She had a scar under her left eye that went down to her chin in a curved slice. She was smiling as she had one hand on her hip, playfully twirling swords with her opponent, jumping from side to side as they locked swords. 

Without much delay, she seemed to roll all the way off stage left onto the runway into the castle, most of course were distracted by the light show from the explosives used. Of course the explosives only made prismatic colors to emulate that of magic. 

Hitori could perhaps check on them, he was devious enough to shift forms. 

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Meanwhile on the Royal Balcony, Brahne was enjoying the show, Beatrix behind her, two Alexandrian elite knights at the sides where she sat, and Garnet had left the area, she seemed troubled. 

To the right, was the Man in Violet. 
"Perhaps the dove just needed Air, without air..."
"Yes... things suffocate and so on... As appreciated as your company is... I could really not care for the poetry. My husband died years ago. Maker bless his soul to be in eternal peace at that." Brahne fanned her grin a bit. 

"Why are you here on such a day?" 

"To simply see the fireworks. The stage, glows to put it shortly. Breath taking really..." He smirked, showing his teeth. 

"As nice as your company can be. You really are limited to what metaphors you can use without poetry." Brahne chuckled. 
"Like how mice can only squeak where a cat has plenty of sounds." 

"Yes, to where a cat is quiet, as a dog is loud and rambunctious." 

"A quiet cat in black caught my eye today..."
"is it the Lumyian...?" Beatrix turned her gaze, voice gone unheard. 

"You mean the crier that came earlier to give our fortunes?" Brahne somewhat turned her head, not wanting to take her eyes and ears off the well projected stage. 

"A crier? Interesting choice of words. But I'd call him a threat. These cats have fleas we cannot burn out, vermin, no medicine that isn't death can expunge." He seamed to recede reduce his smirk into a light smile. 

"What are you talking about...?" Betrix one again interrupted. 
"Just because this person might have got to you means that he is a threat. People who can see the future have a gift that others call a curse, but we should heed such seriously. Life is serious, therefore we should take it serious and not kill such people, for they aimed not to kill us, but to warn us. We can change because of such warnings." Beatrix spoke a bit more adamantly to the man. 

"Well spoken General Beatrix." Brahne gave a small smile, followed by a tip of her head. 

"Or people trying to put the fear of war into our minds, and ultimately try to start it. What if they say the reverse of a fortune? Or not giving the whole truth? Things you should consider my lady." 

"Your concern is heard, but I am afraid my country does not need a war. If war were to happen, we'd easily plow through the Bermecians..."
"So you say..." The man chuckled before reclining back a bit.