[OPEN TO ALL: THERE'S A PARTY GOIN' ON UP IN HERE]

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

It's early evening, and Cyril Kamelot is bored, so what better thing to do than host a ball? It's one of his favorite pastimes. After all, it gives him at chance to play house in front of everybody by showing off his wonderful, lovely family.

The entire multiverse is invited. There's plenty of room for everyone to get around and then some, as the Kamelot estate houses a massive mansion and acres upon acres of gardens, including an exemplary rose garden that contains a hedge maze. Feel free to wander wherever you like and speak with whomever you wish, but do try to behave yourself. Cyril has an extensive staff whose current duty is to watch out for troublemakers.

((OOC: Go wild! Post with and reply to whomever you like! Prose, action spam, A COMBINATION OF THE TWO, WHATEVER. Everything is fair game! Just remember that this is an RP post open to all and not part of any game canon.

Also feel free to take liberties in regards to Cyril's home. I intentionally left the description vague so people could do whatever they want!))

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[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

Hello there honey, don't mind if I do. Cross makes his way into a Noah's mansion as easily as he makes he way into a Noah's mansion. Expensive wine? Why of course. Hitting on Cyril's wife? Who wouldn't?

Cross is here to send a message and make a statement. Just try and stop him.

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

Why would Cyril want to do a silly thing like that? He did invite everybody, after all, and Exorcists are so much fun to play with.

"My my. Look who's here! And how are you this evening, General~?"

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

On the outside and in uniform, maybe. But Cross isn't here to represent the Order nor is he there to do their dirty work.

"Why would I ever miss a party?"

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

Then there is no reason to be anything but pleasant.

"Why, indeed? I take it you're enjoying yourself."

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

"I heard you had a very good looking wife, I had to see if it was possible."

This was him being pleasant.

[fora-da-lei.livejournal.com]

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

[And here's Cyril, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, watching her with obvious amusement in his eyes.]

I must say, you have exquisite taste.

[fora-da-lei.livejournal.com]

Tch.

I should be saying that to you, old man. Shouldn't you know better than to let strange women in your home?

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

Should I? [He smiles pleasantly.] "Do not forget to entertain strangers," it's said, "for by so doing, some have entertained angels without knowing it."

[fora-da-lei.livejournal.com]

What kind of flowery crap is that? Are you hitting on me?

Sorry, but I'm taken.

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Edgeworth has never been fond of being abducted without warning to random gatherings, but at least in this case the scenery is better than most.]

[That is to say it would be, if he could leave it at will. Currently that doesn't appear to be an option, as he's gotten himself thoroughly lost in the garden's hedge maze. He pauses and stares down the path in one direction then the other. Is one supposed to keep their hand on the left wall or the right...?]

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

"Fury said to a mouse
That he met in the house,
'Let us both go to law:
I will prosecute you.

[The lilting voice came from behind Edgeworth, its source a tall man dressed in traditional, upper class Victorian wear.]

"'Come, I'll take no denial;
We must have a trial:
For really this morning
I've nothing to do.'"

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Edgeworth turned towards the unexpected voice a little too quickly, his eyes a little too wide until eventually they narrowed and traveled down the newcomer's body. Meeting a stranger in such a setting wasn't unusual, but one that clearly knew him?]

[He didn't bother to hide his wariness.] I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, sir.

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

[Cyril appeared to delight in the brief attention given to his body, and his smile widened at the man's words.]

Do I? Unless you happen to be illiterate, I see no advantage here; I'm simply reciting one of my favorite poems.

[samuraiprosecutor]

[That obvious delight did nothing to convince Edgeworth that the man was harmless. He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his chin up.]

It's not the poem I'm referring to, but the fact that you apparently know more about me than I know about you. [His eyes flicked uncertainly over the man's features again.] Have we met, Mr...?

[youshallcallme.livejournal.com]

_{[Why is she even here.]}

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

[The 'why' is of no concern to Cyril; the fact that such a lovely, young creature has shown up in his mansion is all he cares to acknowledge. Wearing his most charming smile, he approaches her and bows.]

Good evening, my dear. I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

[youshallcallme.livejournal.com]

_{[Well, it's high society, apparently. She knows how to act.]}

I don't believe so. You shall call me Abriel Nei Debrusc Borl Paryun Lafiel.

_{[A beat while she does her best to look the elegant, detached Abh and she extends one hand.]}

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

My, that's quite a name. [He accepts her hand and places a brief kiss upon it. His hold on her lasts a bit longer than necessary, perhaps, but he does release it by the time he stands straight.] I'm afraid mine isn't nearly as impressive. I'm Cyril Kamelot, but simply Cyril will do. Welcome to my home.

[apeira.livejournal.com]

[Shijima isn't sure why she's here or why she doesn't seem to be able to leave, so she just goes skulking around his house, looking for the library or anything else of note. She has her "claws" slipped onto the fingers of her right hand just in case she encounters a fight - but she's more curious than anything right now. She's not exactly concerned about being attacked.]

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

[Cyril makes it a point to acknowledge all of his guests at least once throughout the night (how else would one weed out the interesting from the mundane, after all?), and this girl is no exception--especially given how cute she is.

He falls in step beside her and smiles.]

Looking for someone?

[apeira.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't jump or look startled at all; in fact, she tilts her head back lazily and stares up at him with a very uninterested expression.]

No, unless there's a boring four-eyes around here. Is this house yours?

[controllingyou.livejournal.com]

[How darling!]

Indeed. And I do believe there are several 'four-eyes' milling about, assuming you mean persons with glasses. Whether any of them are the one you're looking for is, unfortunately, beyond my knowledge.

[dreamsofnoah]

And of course when Cyril throws a party his adorable daughter can't help but be there. She was decked out in the loveliest of dresses, alternately bullying the servants into bringing out extra sweets for her and looking cute as she mingled with the guests.

[tyki-tock.livejournal.com]

[Tyki likes mansions as a rule, but this mansion contains too many complicated memories for him to enjoy it. Particularly when it contains his brother and a lot of off-world people.

He sits out on the green in a lounge chair and smokes, eating some fresh fruit from a tray held by a nearby servant and sipping wine, the picture of sulkiness]