Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2013 22:06:01 GMT -8
Outfit
The D’orolione heir’s fingers slipped as he was trying to push one side of his bow tie through to the other side, causing the entire thing to come undone. He sighed, simply glaring at the length of fabric for a moment before starting over again. By now Ezio rather wished he had asked Trixy, his house elf to help him tie the darn thing. With her thinner, more nimble fingers, he could have had all of this done ages ago, but instead he had wanted to do it on his own and was not trying for the third time. This time he managed to push the piece of cloth through the tiny little opening without fumbling. A look of triumph spread over his face as he smiled, perhaps a bit smugly at himself in the mirror. He was only in a standard tuxedo, so it was his mask that had to do most of the talking. He had also promised himself to only speak in a voice a little louder than a whisper if he could, or at least change it a bit to really lend to the idea of no one knowing who people were. It would have been easier if he was some muggleborn with no money or power backing his name, but he was a D’orolione and people knew who he was, what he looked like and what he sounded like. Ezio had already determined that a pollyjuice potion was far out of the question. He wasn’t that skilled in potions anyway. He gave the bow tie a little wiggle to set it straight and grabbed his mask. It had a silk ribbon to secure it and it tied it on with a knot, didn’t want someone to pull the strings and have it come off now did he.
Ezio quickly made his way up from the dungeons and into the Great Hall, now a Ball Room. He glanced around quickly, but of course didn’t recognize anyone, at least not yet. He shoved his hands in his pockets and strutted into the room, not really looking to where he was going and ended up on the far side of the room near the band. He was slightly concealed by the shadows since what little lighting there was in the room was focused on the dance floor, but it didn’t stop him from noticing a girl in white approach. She moved to the other side of the stage, and Ezio’s blue eyes followed her. He wasn’t sure why this one vision in white drew his attention like this, but she did.