A Suzanne production:
2011: Day One to Three
Published at Thursday, November 3, 2011, 10:06 AM
Author's Notes: Pun in the title! One Two Three, teehee! *shot*
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Cedric was standing in front of a great building with fancy decorations, red carpets flowing out of its entrance to welcome the guests of the Al de Ball. Little did the red carpets know that they would be receiving uninvited visitors, namely Cedric himself. He started to review their motives for party crashing again.
‘Find leads on Caleb, learn things about Ymir’s Heart…’ Cedric muttered before his concentration was broken by a nudge from Hirei.
‘Jeez, Ced, would you relax a bit?’ said the cheerful white-head. ‘We’ve already went through the trouble of getting these disguises. For whatever it’s worth, let’s just enjoy ourselves at the Ball, okay? If we pick up any info on the way, that’s our fortune!’
‘Hirei’s right. Besides, there is other valuable knowledge to be gathered from the crowd that’s here. Look at all the bright scholars and skillful warriors around!’ Aalaiyah added reassuringly, and Cedric simply smiled. ‘Oh, that’s where we’re headed…’ she pointed at the counter that read “Mages”. ‘Would you really be fine on your own, Cedric?’
‘No problem. We’ll just have to regroup again when we get inside,’ said Cedric, his eyes scanning for the reception table that was for the Alchemist faction he was a member of for that night. Finding the counter that was labeled “Nelock”, he nodded in the direction and left with a goodbye.
‘See you later!’
Joining the queue, Cedric heaved a heavy sigh, adjusted his Alchemist’s cape and checked that his sword was safely hidden from view. Ahead in line, an Alchemist balancing a box of vials with unidentified liquid peered over her shoulder, snatched a quick glance at Cedric and smiled. He returned the gesture nervously, crossing his arms closely and hoping he would not draw too much attention to himself.
‘Welcome to the Al de Ball. Faction?’ said the receptionist at the table. She was efficient at her job as it has not been a minute since Cedric joined the long queue. Yet, it was clearly something she was accustomed to through repetition, as she has not raised her head to look at Cedric even as he presented the imitation Nelock badge. She flipped through her thick book of records and pointed at the quill on the table. After signing his name in the book, Cedric was ushered into the hall.
Cedric was amazed by the sea of people in the hall. Besides the flood of Alchemists, there were Priests, Crusaders, Blacksmiths, Bards… He found several renowned warriors scouring the place and his excitement grew in hopes to see some famous figures and Knights that he adored.
First of all… to find Rei and Aalaiyah… Cedric refused the drinks served by the waiters, moving quickly through the crowd to find his friends while trying to keep his actions unnoticeable. He saw the guests exchanging laughs and stories while the Alchemists seemed busy fondling with their gadgets and potions. While walking, Cedric could not help but overhear bits of conversations.
‘The snowstorm in Lutie’s crazy! I thought–’
‘Thanks! It’s a new powder I got from Louyang–’
‘-secret about the Airship. Apparently it’s powered by forbidden–’
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Current Word Count: 613
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Cedric was standing in front of a great building with fancy decorations, red carpets flowing out of its entrance to welcome the guests of the Al de Ball. Little did the red carpets know that they would be receiving uninvited visitors, namely Cedric himself. He started to review their motives for party crashing again.
‘Find leads on Caleb, learn things about Ymir’s Heart…’ Cedric muttered before his concentration was broken by a nudge from Hirei.
‘Jeez, Ced, would you relax a bit?’ said the cheerful white-head. ‘We’ve already went through the trouble of getting these disguises. For whatever it’s worth, let’s just enjoy ourselves at the Ball, okay? If we pick up any info on the way, that’s our fortune!’
‘Hirei’s right. Besides, there is other valuable knowledge to be gathered from the crowd that’s here. Look at all the bright scholars and skillful warriors around!’ Aalaiyah added reassuringly, and Cedric simply smiled. ‘Oh, that’s where we’re headed…’ she pointed at the counter that read “Mages”. ‘Would you really be fine on your own, Cedric?’
‘No problem. We’ll just have to regroup again when we get inside,’ said Cedric, his eyes scanning for the reception table that was for the Alchemist faction he was a member of for that night. Finding the counter that was labeled “Nelock”, he nodded in the direction and left with a goodbye.
‘See you later!’
Joining the queue, Cedric heaved a heavy sigh, adjusted his Alchemist’s cape and checked that his sword was safely hidden from view. Ahead in line, an Alchemist balancing a box of vials with unidentified liquid peered over her shoulder, snatched a quick glance at Cedric and smiled. He returned the gesture nervously, crossing his arms closely and hoping he would not draw too much attention to himself.
‘Welcome to the Al de Ball. Faction?’ said the receptionist at the table. She was efficient at her job as it has not been a minute since Cedric joined the long queue. Yet, it was clearly something she was accustomed to through repetition, as she has not raised her head to look at Cedric even as he presented the imitation Nelock badge. She flipped through her thick book of records and pointed at the quill on the table. After signing his name in the book, Cedric was ushered into the hall.
Cedric was amazed by the sea of people in the hall. Besides the flood of Alchemists, there were Priests, Crusaders, Blacksmiths, Bards… He found several renowned warriors scouring the place and his excitement grew in hopes to see some famous figures and Knights that he adored.
First of all… to find Rei and Aalaiyah… Cedric refused the drinks served by the waiters, moving quickly through the crowd to find his friends while trying to keep his actions unnoticeable. He saw the guests exchanging laughs and stories while the Alchemists seemed busy fondling with their gadgets and potions. While walking, Cedric could not help but overhear bits of conversations.
‘The snowstorm in Lutie’s crazy! I thought–’
‘Thanks! It’s a new powder I got from Louyang–’
‘-secret about the Airship. Apparently it’s powered by forbidden–’
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Current Word Count: 613
Labels: 2011, NaNoMadness, The Eminent Guardians
