03-10-2020, 03:59 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
The mask vigil had certainly been... interesting, to say the least. It hadn't been all that difficult to hang on to his sash, considering he had the benefits of his night vision and superior muscle on his side, but Leroy had put up a good fight, and there had been a couple of times where Aurum had been sweating. Not so much because he yearned for the mask, but because he yearned for the respect that it represented. After all, what kind of proxy would he be if he didn't even have a mask? Thankfully, Aurum had managed to fight off Leroy's assault and had gotten through the night without losing his sash, leading to him being one of the many that had finally earned their masks after many months of being within the group. The decision on what kind of mask to have had been easy, since it was one that covered the top half of his face and had two large golden wings going back off of it. It was very clearly angel, and he found that he liked it quite a lot, even if it was relatively simple with the white and gold coloration. Immediately after he had finally acquired the face covering, Aurum had trudged his way back to his home, practically collapsing within his bed as soon as it was within reach. Normally staying up through the night didn't exhaust him so much, but the activities within the graveyard had been strenuous, especially with Leroy leaping at him, so he was eager to catch up on the hours of rest that he had lost.
Many hours had passed after that, with Aurum only rising temporarily in order to eat something so that he didn't starve. The proxy had finally ended up waking up for good just as the sun had begun to go down, emerging from his home and giving his legs a much needed stretch. He had greeted a few of his fellow tanglers, cleaned up some stuff around his home, and done a few of his needed tasks, when the sound of Feza's shrill and excited voice reached his ears, not only alerting him of the party, but also of how late it was. The lion looked up at the dark sky and the sparkling stars for a moment before he chuckled, heading back towards his home and grabbing his new mask carefully before he descended the steps, heading towards the tavern. He hadn't been aware an afterparty was going to be held, or else he probably would've spent a little less time sleeping, but at least it didn't seem as though Feza had destroyed the tavern in his absence. Although surprisingly, it seemed as though this event was rather subdued, at least for what he had come to expect from Feza. When he arrived at the tavern and found that it wasn't absolutely covered in brightly colored lights and glitter, he wondered if perhaps they had another tavern that he didn't know about the snow leopard could've been referring to. Not that he minded. After all, he was still a little groggy, and an excitable party with dancing and bright lights probably would've just driven him away.
Taking a moment to pause near the tavern, Aurum sat down and put on his mask, brushing back the feather pattern over his ears and letting it sit comfortably on his face before he continued. He noticed Beck nearby, the spirit clearly trying to decide whether or not he wanted to participate, and ignored his presence, figuring that was the best thing he could do. Beck didn't want him coming over and trying to encourage him, that Aurum was sure of. He'd leave that job to Selby, or maybe Moth. Instead, the angel focused his attentions on Feza, trotting slowly over to where the party goddess was sitting, a grin plastered almost forcibly onto her face. He rumbled warmly, reaching up to teasing pat the snow leopard between the ears, "Hey, Feza. Nice job setting up this party. It's... calm. I like it." He knew Feza to be one to absolutely soak up any and all praise about others' happiness that she could get, so he figured that he would contribute.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Many hours had passed after that, with Aurum only rising temporarily in order to eat something so that he didn't starve. The proxy had finally ended up waking up for good just as the sun had begun to go down, emerging from his home and giving his legs a much needed stretch. He had greeted a few of his fellow tanglers, cleaned up some stuff around his home, and done a few of his needed tasks, when the sound of Feza's shrill and excited voice reached his ears, not only alerting him of the party, but also of how late it was. The lion looked up at the dark sky and the sparkling stars for a moment before he chuckled, heading back towards his home and grabbing his new mask carefully before he descended the steps, heading towards the tavern. He hadn't been aware an afterparty was going to be held, or else he probably would've spent a little less time sleeping, but at least it didn't seem as though Feza had destroyed the tavern in his absence. Although surprisingly, it seemed as though this event was rather subdued, at least for what he had come to expect from Feza. When he arrived at the tavern and found that it wasn't absolutely covered in brightly colored lights and glitter, he wondered if perhaps they had another tavern that he didn't know about the snow leopard could've been referring to. Not that he minded. After all, he was still a little groggy, and an excitable party with dancing and bright lights probably would've just driven him away.
Taking a moment to pause near the tavern, Aurum sat down and put on his mask, brushing back the feather pattern over his ears and letting it sit comfortably on his face before he continued. He noticed Beck nearby, the spirit clearly trying to decide whether or not he wanted to participate, and ignored his presence, figuring that was the best thing he could do. Beck didn't want him coming over and trying to encourage him, that Aurum was sure of. He'd leave that job to Selby, or maybe Moth. Instead, the angel focused his attentions on Feza, trotting slowly over to where the party goddess was sitting, a grin plastered almost forcibly onto her face. He rumbled warmly, reaching up to teasing pat the snow leopard between the ears, "Hey, Feza. Nice job setting up this party. It's... calm. I like it." He knew Feza to be one to absolutely soak up any and all praise about others' happiness that she could get, so he figured that he would contribute.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
— Reggan