((talitha, please read my previous post, it is kind of concernin you...and not the OOC previous post o.o))

(yeah I fixed it sorry........didnt sleep well)

((gives talitha a cup of hot chocolate, better? =3 ;P im going to take a look at it, thnks~))
she didnt found any trails of angelic aura, so the patch was quite magical i guess, so i just picked a random concentrated piece of angelic power, denied it, and used the magical darkness in the wound, which healed immediately
'Well whoever gave you that piece of eyepatch, thank the guy, its quite useful as a bandage denying angelic aura' I smiled, before putting my hood back on, and going back to observing the party with a drink in the back.

(While we wait for the others I do have a quick announcement. I have created an OOC thread for this roleplay now and the link for it is at the top of my first post. :D)

((Um...Hana....can you please go see my previous post? Damien actrualy came right up to her...))

((IM SORRY, i was so far behind i ddint bother to really read anything Im a terrible i know! Ill fix the whole post anyways:P))

Zeak watched everything happen he even watched as the prince hid his wings and bowed to Penelope. Of course he knew this was to mimmic the princess but it did seem a little forced.

Penelopr on the otherhand listened to every word sopken. She got the impression he didnt like her and she felt the same. Though She might not be as kind when speaking to him. However Zeak was hovering over her shoulder and anthing from her mouth that would mimmic the prince would be cause for Zeak to make her turn and leave this place and everyone and thing in it.
"Well your magesty!" She stated almost sounding disgusted to even fathom the words. "Im very glad you found time to say a few words to me." She stated knowing she was beginning to stand on the line of Acceptabul and uneacceptible acording to Zeak. "I do know your Days and nights are so full of ...." womanizing, "Business" She said with a small smile up at him.

Zeak heard his princess she was very correct in her attitude towards him, The man was a disgrace and not really worth the effort. Though her tone did bother him If she were to speak any more she might begin to speak her mind and he knew that was Not good at all. "Perhaps we shold sit!" He suggested and motioned towards the throns. He watched as Penelope Somewhat glared down the prince now. She could feel his contempt with her and she was going to match it ten fold if she had to.
"M'lady, Shall we !?" He asked a little forcfully.

Penelope shook her head. "no im still rather interested in speaking with this Gentilmen, talon!" She stated and turned her attenchion up to the other man. She didnt find him completly repulsive, and beside that she had alredy requested a dance from him and She was willing to do that Expecaly after she had run into him. to her Dancing with this Demon was much better than even thinking about touching that repulive, disgusting, and slimy prince of the underworld.

Phoenix had been watching the room when she noticed the prince wound one of his own. When battle could start at any moment she did not think his action was the best. However, she should just be thankful it was his own he hurt and not an angel. The last thing either of them needed was a fight. Not wanting to interfere but not wanting to see someone suffer she made her way to the wounded one.

She approached slowly and said to her, "I am very well educated in both angel and demon physiology and the medical practice. If you would like I could grab my supplies to help." She said this not in a boasting tone but simply as it was a fact. She doubted they would take her offer simply because she was an angel. She felt it right to offer her aid to any one who was hurt.

((Um...Hana....can you please go see my previous post? Damien actrualy came right up to her...))

Alana looked at the angel with a scowl and shook her head.

"No I dont need any help thanks"

SHe went back to doing her job and watching the prince. She wanted to make sure he didnt pick any fights or the angels didnt start anything.

((chiku~ i had asked to help her alrdy and did xD smartass))
Hmm... it seems peaceful, I guess I could skip out for a moment... I thought while going through the door and telling the humans that i would be back with a gentle smile. I searched for a piece of open field, the waves of angels and demons before has now faded to one of either a 5 minutes. I unsealed the 'bubble' so I wouldnt have all that magic stored up, Else the 'bubble' (i guess ill use seal from now on o.o) would break and that could kill one or two, which wouldnt be best at a peace conference.... I laid there without an aura seal and figured I should get back sooner or later... But not now, just 5 more minutes

(I didn't catch that. Either way she most likely still would have offered since she is a healer just in case. Also I'm not sure if the smartass comment is suppose to be sarcastic or funny but it just sounds rude.))

A human stood out in the night breeze looking in on everyone very confused. She sighed as she knew coming to this type of party would be dangerous to a person of her stature and race. Her long, light blue hair blew in the wind as did the light fabic of her pale dress. The dressmaker said this would show her beauty yet make her not as angelic as the angels. Sikura wandered if she was right but was in no hurry to find out. "Father, will this really help out our position?"The innocent human asked herself as she looked out into the night.

((oh im sorry chiku x.x if it sounded rude i mean, it was meant funny o.o i tend to be kind of grumpy and try to post some stuff funny but they come out plain rude o.o thats why i used the xD smily ^^; but im osrry if you felt offended... please forgive me?))

(( It's okay if it was meant to be funny, I'm just dead ass tired so I didn't really get your post. ))

((*bows* thank you for your understanding upon this mere soul~))

((no worries, sweet staff btw))

((staff of healing -insert holy music here- 2500-2750 on the marketplace x.x oh well, its worth it, my account is only for roleplaying and since i mostly of time roleplay a character that can use light magic, a staff would fit just right in ^.^))

I edited it Im Sorry Hana-Kun :(

The Prince bowed and walked back to Talon. "Well, I talked to her. I see no peace in the future unless you can negotiate it. She seems highly interested in you my friend." He sighed with relief that he dd the mere minimum that was asked of him. He had tried to be polite and she'd rather talk to Talon. He laughed out loud at it. his wings popped back out and he stretched a bit. "I think Im gonna check out some more humans. No need for me to try to be who Im not anymore! have fun Talon!" He pated his friend on the back.

As Damien walked around he saw someone so gorgeous out of the corner of his eye that he just stared a bit. She looked like an Angel, but gave off no such aura so he knew she was human. He fixed his hair and straightend out his feathers and clothes before he gingerly approached her. "Hello gorgeous. What forces such a pretty thing like you here into a world that may come crashing down above our heads?" Why was he suddenly playing smooth? Even he didn't know, but he knew he didnt want to frighten her away.

(By the way he is talking to Sikura)

(Lol Chikuma and diamondt remember any sort of OOC that isn't pertaining to the rp be sure to post in the OOC thread. The link is at the top of the first page. To clarify I'm mostly just talking about the small discussion of the staff lol. :D)

"You're evil you know that Damien? Evil and why it is I strive to keep you as a close friend I don't even know" Talon joked with a quiet laugh. He had to agree that Damien had completed the minimum of what was required of him at this 'thing' so he didn't find any reason to stop him. He watched his friend's retreating back, trying his best to prolong having to return to the Princess. He didn't hate her really, but he wasn't looking forward to the pain of her aura since his patch was off. He hadn't heard the discussion between the two heirs, but judging from what Damien had said it hadn't gone too smoothly.

He let out a calm sigh. He was not really one to negotiate peace, wars, killing, and battles were his specialty. Nevertheless he did know that this was a rather important thing that Lucifer had wanted and he would try to at least attain that want for his lord, whether or not it made him happy or not. He glanced over at Alana once more. She appeared to be surrounded by a few angels, the priestess one at first that he had commented on and then the half mechanical one that intrigued his interest slightly. He was curious as to how well of a substitute the metal was, as he knew Hell could possibly use the knowledge of such things. It was this interest that didn't have him disliking her for her differences or wishing to shun her, not that he wanted to be jolly friends either, and would be one of the few reasons he would have to later talk with her.

His eyes scanned around for Guriel after a few moments. He didn't really dislike it either as he felt a sort of kindred battle spirit with it in a sense. He didn't really have a desire to talk to it directly, as he felt that the air of battle about them both talked better than words. He respected the ancient angel, though in a different sense that he respected say Alana or Damien, and it didn't matter to him if the angel felt the same if it could feel such a thing.

When he couldn't spot the angel he looked first in the direction that Damien had disappeared to, noticing that he had found a human that looked as delicate as an angel and smirked know full well the possible intents of the heir, and then back to the Princess and Zeak. He winced and squinted his blue eye as the fullness of the Princess's aura and the combined aura of the angel, he that assumed to be her bodyguard. It was extrodinarily bright for his blue eye as the patch really had toned it down more than he had originally thought. He had to close both eyes for a moment, the auras still glowing angrily behind the eyelid of his blue eye, to ready himself for the inevitable second encounter with the Princess.

'I suppose I might as well carry out my word to dance with her' he thought with a sigh and opened his eyes. With his usual calmness, that appeared void of his emotions and thoughts, he once again went to the Princess. Again he bowed and kissed her hand to show his respect, as much as he disliked it though he did not show it on his features nor in his movements, and allowed his wings to fold though did not hide them as the Prince had done and the Princess was doing. "I apologize for the interruption" he said calmly and bowed once more.

'well enough time slacking off!' she once again sealed herself, but then the 4th grade restriction instead of 3rd, she knew it would hurt as hell but then again, she might send those demons back to hell if she doesnt hide herself properly. she drew the runes in the air, gasped for air for half a minute, took a minute to get accustomed to it, and flied to the party again. This time though, she summoned a cloak, and put the hood on, she had no need to be recognized by half of them, the other half could think what they want. She entered the party, and fastly looked for a corner so she could take deep breaths, in the end, restriction four was the highest you would find and the most painful at that.

Phoenix walked back to her little spot near the wall and went back to watching the room. So far no major disasters and that was good. She normally did not attend parties or functions where one was required to socialize. She could do it but it was more work than enjoyment. She would never admit it but when she was under cover as a spy it had been easier. Then again everyone then thought she was a fallen angel, one of them. People no matter what they were always tended to judge you by your looks. Phoenix always thought this was unwise and sad. Some of her dearest friends were considered rejects of society just like her. There were so many amazing and intriguing people in the world.

She found a seat and sat herself down. Her mind traveled to when she had been a spy. There had been a demon call Teari'al whom had some of the most fascinating stories. They had actually become friends on a certain level and she was saddened to know she would never see him again. This memory made her look at the demons in the room again. She had to admit that even they had their own form of beauty.

((Sorry ;* * It's me Kuma))

Sikura had closed her eyes to feel the night wind on her figure as the Prince spoke to her. Her eyes opened as her cheeks filled with a red that could be compared to roses. She turned around to face the man of hell and rested against the stone balcony. "Oh....um....my father is the duke of the next town over and saw it appropriate for me to attend in his stead." The angelic human stuttered as she felt his demonic aura and body heat near hers. Sikura wondered why he would be talking to her like this. Her nature was close to an angel's but it was so ordinary.

Damien smirked as she spoke and brushed back a stray hair behind her ear to see more of her reddened face. He decided right then and there he would stubburnly pursue this human. "I see. I am most flattered he sent you in his stead." He gingerly grabbed her hand and planted a fiery kiss that gently burned against her soft skin, leaving a delicate mark against it of a black rose. The burning wouldn't be painful, just a slight shock. "I am Damien, the revered and feared Prince of hell. What shall I call such a beautiful creature such as yourself?"

Her eyes showed some fear as she felt him push her hair back for her. As he took her hand and kissed it, Sikura thought of running or pulling her hand back. But she forgot to as a slight tingling was felt on the back of her hand. She looked at her hand then at him as she continued to blushed a deep red color. "I'm Sikura Dawns, your majesty." The scared human curtsied, remembering her years of lessons. "I'm honored to meet you." Sikura looked at him with a slight tremble.

"Do not be frightened, little dove. This wolf won't harm you. Care for a dance?" He extended his arm out to escort her.