Wasn't that masquerade wonderful? Why don't we recapture that moment?

The rules are simple:

1. Every critique comment is anonymous.

2. Under each category, put the name of the person you’re critiquing and why you think they’re best or worst dressed in the body of the comment.

3. Others can vote +1 or -1 beneath the critiques. THESE VOTES ARE NOT ANONYMOUS!! So be careful! Or not.

4. Profit?

Let the games begin.



(OOC: As usual, anonymity is optional and to your discretion, and the same goes for remaining anonymous when you "vote"! All you have to do is mention if it's anonymous or not in the subject line! The post itself, made by Grell, is anonymous!)

[Action]

[If one passes by the bay area you might catch the entrance of a quiet disgruntled blond dressed largely in white, the only black immediately visible being the shoes and vest beneath the white suit jacket. He's currently standing in front of the Genessia Commonspace, idly seeming to turn a key over in his fingers while eyeballing the building as if he somehow finds it offensive.

This isn't the first time he's been kidnapped, but at least this go around it would appear that he's more of a guest than confined prisoner. Not that this really makes things all that much better. A gilded cage was still a cage. What they seemed to have here was an illusion of freedom.

Perhaps, he'd change his mind in time, but this place would have to work to show him he was wrong.]

[Video]

[There's only so long a time one can glower at a building, and thus once he'd sorted his thoughts out, he turned his attention to the phone he'd been given to examine it more thoroughly before finally ended up broadcasting a short message.]

Is there anyone else here from a world known as Gaia? I would like to speak with you if so.

[He would learn if he was alone here or not in a manner of speaking and then plan from there. Though while he waited for answers, he would head for Nettle and 27th street. He wanted to check out this Foundation that had been mentioned within the welcome message.]

Hoo boy, this was gonna suck. Ted felt like a dejected jackass, and so he was. His conscience ate at him until he ran out of excuses, and so he resolved to take one on the chin and suffer the scorn, however deserved, of The World. Might as well get the practice; he gets the feeling he'll be doing this sort of thing a lot. He'd try and keep this frank and short.

A confession to make, everyone. I'm Ted, and I'm the so-called 'Vigilante' that gave trouble a week or two ago. I apologize for being quarrelsome, as well as for any mischief made. Especially to Fai, to whom I spoke much evil. For what it's worth, any bounties reigned in or crime stopped during that stunt were done according to lawful practice, as much as any bounty hunter would do. Again, please forgive my duplicity. If recompense can be made or law need subjection, I'll try to obey.

WHO: Anastasia Leonheart & Abel Nightroad
WHERE: Archangel City sub archway.
WHAT: Anastasia gives Abel the grand tour of her grander city.
WHEN: August 18th.

[It was a usual day in the sub archway of Archangel City, capital of one of the mightiest nations in the history of it's homeworld. Light snow flutters gently from the sky onto the ground, tireless men casually sweeping snow off the roads. It was morning life as the children go to their schools and trade carts made their rounds through the city.

Anastasia, the Princess of the kingdom of which this city serves as capital, exits her castle accompanied by her personal guard. The castle guards stood at attention and dropped to one knee as the young princess passed. She boarded an awaiting carriage and instructed the driver to go to the inn where Father Abel Nightroad was staying at.

After a leisurely ride through the city, offering a little smile at all the citizens that wave at her, the carriage comes to a stop at the inn. She exited the carriage and entered the inn, leaving her guard outside. The proprietor's was surprised and delighted by Anastasia's visit. The young girl asked for Abel, and then she stands aside to wait for him.]