BEHIND ENEMY LINES [O]

[guru]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]I'm gonna run from the voice of reason[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]til it turns to laughter[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]against the masquerade[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]like I don't believe in the morning after.[/style] i.imgur.com/54PHE.jpg

[/IMG] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 845; ♙tags: EVERYBODY.; ♙lyrics: Glass by Eyedea & Abilities;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]I'll be fine…[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Silver’s eyes scanned the S.S. Anne from top to bottom. He usually wasn’t easily impressed, but even he had to take a step back to take it all in. He had heard stories about the boat from many people concerning it’s size and grandeur, but he never expected it to be THIS big and fancy. He stared up at the ship, wide-eyed, as the man in front of the door watched him, tapping his foot impatiently. “Well?” he asked in a rushing manner. “Are you gonna stand there and stare at the thing like you’ve never seen a boat before in ya damned life, or are you gonna let me see yer invitation and get in here already?”

Silver’s head snapped downwards, glaring daggers at the ticket man. Not that the man could tell or anything. The trainer wore a chillingly bone-white mask with thin slits for eyeholes, covering his entire face down to right below his nose, where it cut off in a smooth arc. He wore a black hooded cloak, effectively covering up his very-visible red hair. Sure, he looked suspicious, but it was better than getting caught. How convenient it was for him that this was a masquerade ball, or he would’ve had quite a bit of trouble getting in looking like that.

As with everything else he did, Silver wasn’t there for fun or merriment. As always, he was attending the Lux event in order to find a way to cripple the organization. What he was hoping to accomplish was simple. He heard there would be some highly influential Lux members there. His goal was to either kidnap one of them and interrogate them to figure out any sort of plans the Indigo League might have, or get his hands on either an official document of some sort or something of equal importance. Anything that could help Nox figure out Lux’s next move or impair it would be good enough for him.

Wearing an invisible scowl on his face, Silver roughly shoved the fake invitation into the man’s hands. Nox had somehow managed to get a hold of one of the original documents, and made a number of copies to distribute to members in order to get them into the private party. He was a tad bit worried that the man would be able to tell it was a fake, but he didn’t let it show. He was good at keeping his emotions hidden. The fact that he had a mask on his face made it all the more easier.

The man carefully perused the invitation for a few short seconds that felt more like days. Silver’s breath got caught in his chest as he observed the process. Every time the man backtracked to recheck something, had a strange expression on his face, or even paused to cough, his hand would twitch towards the pocket where he kept all his Pokeballs. If he ended up getting found out, he’d have to make a clean getaway. But not before doing away with this guy and tossing him into the harbor.

Suddenly, the man’s expression shifted from it’s original impatience to one of happiness and good-nature. “Well, everything seems to be in order here. Go on in!” he called out jollily ((Funny word)). Relief poured into Silver’s consciousness. Looks like Nox knows what they’re doing after all. Not taking a second to hesitate, Silver strolled right onto the boat without so much as a thank-you nod in the man’s direction.

Before entering the ship, Silver didn’t think it could’ve possibly been any more ornate than it was on the exterior. This notion was completely blown out of the water upon seeing the inside. A marvelous red carpet lay on the floor, the walls and ceiling adorned with gold. They really went all-out with this. Of course. Nothing less than the best for Lux’s little lapdogs, Silver thought with disgust before pressing farther into the ship.

The air was filled with the idle chattering and interaction of the party guests. Some even brought their Pokemon, which were also a rather obnoxious source of noise. All of the commotion made it very hard for Silver to concentrate on the mission at hand as he navigated towards the punch table. Not to mention the fact that almost everyone was just as well-dressed as the rest of the crowd. How was he supposed to tell who was important to Lux and who was just a grunt? Looks like I have a long night ahead of me,[/color] he thought grimly as he poured himself a cup of punch, chugging it down in a matter of mere seconds.

As soon as he gulped down the last drop of punch, Silver held the glass up to his eyes, staring at it intently. “...There’s something off about this punch,”[/b] he mumbled to himself in a soft voice, not at all concerned with people overhearing him talking to himself. After carefully inspecting the glass for a few more seconds, he reluctantly poured himself another glass. …Well, whatever’s up with it, it’s pretty damn good…[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]…suffocating from my own mask.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: Here;[/style]credit to gREY of OTE[/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[eventsaccount]

The lights were dimming and it wasn't just Silver's imagination. The masked people did not appear to reveal any clues that they had noticed the flickering lights. They blinked on and off once, quickly, so fast that perhaps none of them had noticed it. After all, the S.S. Anne was a huge ship and an overuse of electricity was not considered uncommon.

But then the lights blinked a second time, then a third, and still no one appeared to notice it. There had not been an announcement to soothe any potentially panicking guests. The tittering laughter of women continued as people continued to socialize freely. Perhaps the guests were used to slight malfunctions on the ship, but any logical person would have been slightly worried for their well-being. The flickering lights could have been a prelude to a potential sinking. It had been years since the S.S. Anne's first accident and the ship sank. However, the disaster had also instituted a serious of innovations on the ship's model to ensure that history would not repeat itself.

Which was precisely why it was odd that no one appeared to respond to the blinking lights. The cheer and merriment continued and masks embroidered with sequins continued to glint in the winking light, leaving Silver alone to investigate the first of the S.S. Anne's mysterious happenings.

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[wally]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,465,true]   dear future, TEMPLATE BY MOTHER LANCELOT Lyra had been so excited for tonight. She had rarely ever been invited to parties, or have gone to any big celebration for the matter, so the moment the invitation landed in her hands she jumped in joy. The brunette spent a good ten minutes giggling and literally dancing in her room before she started to plan what dress she was going to wear, what time would be best, etc. She couldn't stop talking to her grandparents about it at the Daycare, and practically any other person she could tell. Sadly, she couldn't exactly get in touch with Gold, whom was most likely training as usual, but she couldn't help but wonder if he had been invited too. Still, she was finally here to enjoy a whole new experience. Lyra had clutched her invitation very tightly, so that she didn't lose it, and quickly walked over whom she had to present it too. She nearly tripped over her small heels (she wasn't used to wearing them), but fortunately she made the short trip without a scratch. Lyra truthfully wasn't too graceful and was rather clumsy. Her dress was mainly white with a few touches of red at the ends and such. She also had several roses and flowers made into a crown in her hair. She almost forgot a mask, but she managed to fine one that suited her dress. it only covered her eyes, it was in the shape of a heart. After she had been accepted, Lyra made her way inside and nearly gaped at all the decor on the walls and tables. She was awed by how many people were inside. It didn't take her until people were bumping into her to realize that she was just standing in the middle of the entrance. Embarrassed, Lyra scurried off over to the table filled with beverages. She didn't know what she should do now. She didn't really know anyone here, but Lyra was friendly enough to try and talk to people. She poured herself a cup of punch and quickly drank it in just a few gulps, only to have herself experiencing an odd after taste. Woah. She looked back down at the punch bowl, puzzled. It wasn't really punch, but it wasn't so bad either. Curious to get what the real taste was Lyra poured a second cup. However, as she finished her second fill Lyra saw the lights flicker. She blinked and readjusted her mask, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her. "Woah." She breathed out. "Did you see that?" She turned over to person that also happened to be near her, nudging his arm slightly. "You think something's weird's going on?" OOC: more people should see this

[luxray]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: 10px solid #5B3424; border-bottom: 2px solid #5B3424; background-color: #262626; ][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 0px; font-size: 80px; font-family: impact; color: #262626; text-align: center;]LUCAS[/style][style=float:left; border: 10px solid #5B3424; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 2px; border-left: 0px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/T9vzl.png'); margin-right: 10px;] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; margin-top: 2px; min-height: 400px; text-align: justify;]Getting on the boat had been easy what with the impeccable counterfeit invitations that Nox had managed to pull together from their little spies in Lux. It had taken a period of about four minutes or so for the ticket master to read, scrutinize and then pass Lucas up into the boat. Walking up the plank had been a fun thing as he had been gloating in his head over the stupidness of Lux to allow such things as counterfeit invitations to be able to be made. But that was to their loss and his gain as the samurai dressed surgeon with a carved monster face mask simply smiled under the mask. It was easy enough to drink with this thing as he simply slid it up a little bit and voila and that's how he was accomplishing such a feat as drinking a cup of punch. He'd wandered over to the bowl first thing and then had made his way about the room in a measured, slightly cocky stride as Lucas tried to catch the others off guard. Attempting to portray the attitude that most Lux members in his opinion had. But it didn't bother him too much if he got a few odd stares due to the rather flamboyant and ornate costume. At least it was easy to move around in. Wandering back over to the punch bowl he spotted a younger woman and another guy standing around it sipping on their glasses of punch. He figured they might be interesting conversation buddies and so Lucas decided to get a second glass of punch. Just as he was gathering it the lights flickered three times, almost imperceptible. But enough obviously to unsettle the girl a bit. A small smirk played across his face before Lucas replaced it with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Probably just a flicker due to all the decadence of the event. After all. This little ship is only for Lux right? What harm could we come to here?" Of course he knew that Silver was Nox just as Silver would know he was Nox, but he wasn't about to betray that in front of a potential Lux operative. "Nothing to worry about in my opinion. Could be fun to go see what's up though if you feel like a little detective?" A blue left eye danced in his face as he lifted an eyebrow in inquiry towards the two. Could be really fun to see what was going on, especially if they, Nox that is, could claim that they did this it would be quite a morale booster. However, that's not what he thought it was. Perhaps something supernatural. Definitely worth looking into for him, but maybe not for anyone else. Depended on their mettle he supposed. [/style] [style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify]words:: four hundred and sixty-three[/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify;]tags:: mother lancelot - lyra; guru - silver[/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify;]notes:: let's go play detective![/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: right;]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/style]

[guru]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]I'm gonna run from the voice of reason[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]til it turns to laughter[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]against the masquerade[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]like I don't believe in the morning after.[/style] i.imgur.com/54PHE.jpg

[/IMG] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 807; ♙tags: Lyra & Lucas; ♙lyrics: Glass by Eyedea & Abilities;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]I'll be fine…[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Within moments, 8 empty cups sat on the punch table, surrounding the bowl in a manner similar to a bunch of small shrines surrounding a massive temple. At this point, Silver had downed a good amount of punch, and found that getting new cups rather than refilling the old one allowed him to drink at an even faster rate. He wasn’t sure what it was about the sparkling red liquid, but it was just delicious. Every glass he chugged down seemed to make him less… Moody. People watched him from afar, puzzled looks plastered over their covered faces. They weren’t sure who this guy was or why he was hogging all of the punch for himself.

After yet another consecutive glass, Silver was starting to feel strange. He was incredibly dizzy, his thoughts becoming fuzzy. Putting a shaky hand to his forehead, he slowly and laboriously placing the cup down on the table along with the rest of the discarded one, as if he was having an extremely difficult time not dropping it. As soon as he did so, a brunette waltzed up to the punch bowl and poured herself a glass during his momentary lapse. Could this punch be…? a thought crept into his mind as he looked over his shoulder back at the bowl. It can’t be… Is this punch spiked?[/i] he wondered silently as a look of wide-eyed horror crossed his face.

Before Silver could even react properly to his discovery, the lights suddenly blinked on and off a few times. Is this… Is this really happening, or am I just seeing things?[/i] he questioned as he shot a few alarmed glances at the rest of the guests. None of them seemed to be reacting to the strange occurrence, so he simply chocked it up to the fact that he was starting to make the long, slow descent into complete and utter smashedness. However, as soon as he reached this conclusion, the girl that had approached the bowl earlier nudged his arm. Silver reacted quickly, shooting what was supposed to be a cold glare in her direction, but it ended up looking more like a bewildered deer-in-headlights look, barely visible through the eye-slits on his mask.

“So I wasn’t hallucinating after all, huh,”[/b] Silver mused aloud, his speech slurred ever so slightly, before turning his attention back to the girl. He was able to think somewhat clearly still, but nowhere near his usual level of cognition, not to mention he was now severely off-balance. “I… I dunno what’s going on,”[/b] he struggled to tell her. “But whatever i’was…. I...Don’t think anyone else noticed it. Definitely not normal.”[/b] The normally ever-alert trainer sounded like he was struggling to stay conscious, which, in all honestly, was true.

As a third person approached the two of them, Silver gave the newcomer a bizarre look of recognition. He vaguely recalled seeing him around in Nox mission briefings and other such things. So I managed to find an ally,[/i] the red-haired trainer noted, satisfied that he now had somebody to help him walk upright while he tried to track down any high-raking Lux operatives. However, that satisfaction died as quickly as it came with the fellow Nox member’s next statement. “Detective work?”[/b] he managed to repeat, clearly not too supportive of the idea. “Do I look like a fan of childish games to you?”[/b] he spat incoherently. “I don’t know about this girl here, but you can count me out of this. I have more important things to attend to.”[/b]

Unfortunately, as soon as Silver turned around to walk away and go on about his own business, he tripped over his own feet, toppling like a monolithic tree, landing hard on his face. With a low growl, he attempted to scramble back onto his feet, but to no avail, once again nailing the ground on the bridge of his mask’s nose. Bringing himself up onto one knee, he ran a hand down the length of the mask. He felt a small crack begin to form. “Dammit,”[/b] he cursed under his breath. Looks like that put an end to his plan. He couldn’t risk going straight up to a most-likely-skilled Lux member with a crack on the one thing separating him from being identified. They’d surely target that spot first.

“Could…. One of you give me a hand?”[/b] Silver grumbled begrudgingly, clearly embarrassed as he extended his hand in between the other two people present. Perhaps now that his initial plan was, was this point, a foolish thing to pursue, perhaps he could come up with some sort of consolation by finding out whatever was going on with the ship’s electrical system. He could at least tamper with things and put it out of commission for the foreseeable future while he was up there, which was a lot better than nothing.
[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]…suffocating from my own mask.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: Here;[/style]credit to gREY of OTE[/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[wally]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,465,true]   dear future, TEMPLATE BY MOTHER LANCELOT When Lyra had first realized the punch seemed off, she shrugged it off as no big deal. She only thought so because the alcohol hadn't struck her just yet, and now, after the lights flickered on and off it did hit her. Before she knew it Lyra felt her head buzzing a bit, and she blinked several times starting in the open space just trying to grasp exactly what was going on with her. Everything else seemed to go so slow and sluggish, and when she moved slightly it seemed she was moving at an incredible speed. The brunette hadn't got the slightest idea what she was experiencing. She never came close to alcohol, she was never offered, and she never thought about drinking it. It was a bit odd though, since she was twenty-one years old, she was at the legal age to drink and consume alcohol. Lyra had been spending many minutes just standing in that exact same spot, slowly wavering and finding herself leaning over and losing balance. She quickly brought herself in temporary control. The petite trainer almost forgot about the new man that threw himself in the conversation. Her mind was starting to spin a bit, and Lyra slightly feared she may have drank the punch way too fast. She was beginning to realize that the punch, may in fact, be spiked and she was probably starting to get tipsy. It was a shame that it had already sunk into her head to the point she didn't care much now. She was very tempted to get a few more cups from the punch bowl, not because it tasted amazing (honestly it had a funky little after taste) but because it had alcohol in it. It certainly was starting its effect on the poor girl. Part of Lyra's was getting a bit frightened as to what was going to happen to her, so she remained silent to try and force her mind to process correctly. Focus. fo....cus........ But at that point, Lyra became so oddly relaxed and carefree. All of her worries seemed to slip from her mind and her goal now was to do something... exciting. Maybe even something stupid, since at the same time they were usually fun, right? There was a party going on, so she might as well make the most of it. She almost burst into a uncontrollable laughter as she watched Silver fall terribly. She didn't want to make him feel bad, but at the same it was just so funny! She managed to only let some giggles out. Upon the clumsy redhead's request, Lyra jumped in to assist him. "Oh....ok, Sir." She tried her best to reach out and grab his hand and pulled him up. However, as she moved back she found herself going a too fast and almost bumped into the table. "Oh, whoops." OOC: sorry, fixed my post!

[luxray]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: 10px solid #5B3424; border-bottom: 2px solid #5B3424; background-color: #262626; ][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 0px; font-size: 80px; font-family: impact; color: #262626; text-align: center;]LUCAS[/style][style=float:left; border: 10px solid #5B3424; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 2px; border-left: 0px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/T9vzl.png'); margin-right: 10px;] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; margin-top: 2px; min-height: 400px; text-align: justify;] Lucas had to smile at the buzzed appearances of the two trainers so they looked at him with incredulity for his suggestion. What? Was it so weird that he wanted to go check things out? Well apparently it was as the hooded and masked figure began to rant at him that he wasn't going to participate in childish games and the like. Well fine then, he could go off on his own with a diminished bit of like from the surgeon. Lucas didn't even give a shit as he watched the idiot turn to go. Yeah so he had better things to do hmm? Just as well as the samurai dressed Nox member turned to the girl just then. Well this was a sight to see as the girl was getting extremely tipsy. Must have something to do with how small she was and the concentration of alcohol in the drum. After all they had put quite a lot of vodka in there. But ah this was what it was for was it not? Just then Silver fell to the ground and Lucas roared with laughter as he went down face first just as the thirty year old man turned around. A resounding thump was heard as the young adult hit the floor and then again as he tried to get up but failed. Lucas could only laugh at the once illustrious trainer as he was reduced to an undignified heap upon the ground. Lucas stopped laughing long enough to grab the costumed Silver's hand on top of the girl's hand and hoist him to his feet with easy strength. Once the trainer was back up on his feet the girl and he let go at the same moment and then she almost bumped into the table and would have if Lucas didn't stopped her with a long-fingered hand on her shoulder. "Be careful there. Wouldn't do for you to get hurt now would it?" A wink was given above his mask as the six foot and three inch tall surgeon looked at Lyra to make sure she got it and then looked back towards Silver. "Yah alright now?" A chuckle escaped him then as he posed the question, "So where ought we to start looking for what caused the flickering?" He raised his eyebrows so they almost disappeared under the upwards facing quarter moon that was attached to the front of his blue samurai helmet. Lucas wasn't in the least worried about running into anything around the ship. He had his pokemon and these two. What more could he want? Well he could want the two sober, but that was besides the point. Well? What were they waiting on he thought as he looked from Silver to Lyra and back again. [/style] [style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify]words:: four hundred and sixty-two[/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify;]tags:: mother lancelot - lyra; guru - silver[/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify;]notes:: LMAO @ silver[/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: right;]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/style]

[guru]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]I'm gonna run from the voice of reason[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]til it turns to laughter[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]against the masquerade[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]like I don't believe in the morning after.[/style] i.imgur.com/54PHE.jpg

[/IMG] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 479; ♙tags: Lyra & Lucas; ♙lyrics: Glass by Eyedea & Abilities;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]I'll be fine…[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] As Silver lay on the cold, hard ground with his hand extended dumbly into the air, more and more of his usually-keen common sense began to ebb away from the depths of his mind, as if his intelligence was being sucked out of his skull with a vacuum cleaner. Three nearby observes watched his inebriated form lie crumpled up on the floor. Ugh… I’ve… Not never drank so much alcohol at once before,[/color] he thought, his mind slowly warping into a hazy and distorted mess of half-formed ideas. He was hardly even capable of any kind of coherent speech at this point. Well, this certainly made things a lot more complicated. He searched the rest of the partygoers, unable to recognize any other Nox members among them. The masks made sure of that. Looks like he was stuck following the only ally whose presence he was sure of at the moment. Going off on his own in the middle of enemy territory, in the state he was in? Far from a good idea.

The red-haired trainer paid no mind to Lucas’ laughing. In fact, he hardly even noticed it, or anything else that was going on in the room, for that matter. As he was pulled back up to his feet, he wobbled for a moment, struggling to regain his balance, teetering back and forth similarly to a Spinda. “Sir!”[/b] he repeated dizzily to Lyra, somewhat taken aback by being called this. “Sir isn’t… No, no, ‘Sir’ is not what people call me,”[/b] he declared in a soft, lazy tone, raising a single index finger in the air as he slurred every word. “Silver, that’s my name. Call me that.”[/b]

That’s right; Silver had just given his real name, in the middle of a room filled with enemies, to a girl that was most likely one of those enemies. The worst part was that he didn’t even realize that he had just done something completely and utterly self-destructive. Granted, it was hardly audible to anybody other than the two people standing near him. There was also the fact that probably only the most militant of Lux members would probably be actually aware of his status as an ‘undesirable’, which this girl hardly seemed to be. Not that the trainer took any of this into account when he gave out his name, though. He just wanted to establish the fact that his name wasn’t ‘Sir’.

Silver gave a great intoxicated shrug in response to Lucas’ question. “Iunno,”[/b] he grunted, trying to sound cold, but failing miserably. It’s hard to sound distant when you can barely manage to stand up straight without any assistance from anybody else. “You pro’ally know more about boats than I do… What parts of a boat controls the e… electriuagh,”[/b] he asked curiously, deciding to give up on pronouncing the word ‘electricity’ correctly halfway through it.
[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]…suffocating from my own mask.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: Yeah, I realize the jump from 'kinda drunk' to 'completely out-of-his-mind drunk' was way too fast... BUT HE NEEDED TO BE DRUNKER, DAMMIT.[/style]credit to gREY of OTE[/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]