Antaeus
dance with the waves, move with the sea
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free
This was stupid. What was the point? He hadn't even realized what was going to be on in this place. He had come up into town to do a little sight-seeing, see if he could discover any good places to acquire new items for his own . . . . unique position. His gaze had started by trailing those different shops, before he began to notice they all seem geared towards party wear. And so many were so excited about something. So like any good ol' pirate, who was becoming aware that there was something going on, he got sneaky. His hooves carried him close enough to hear the conversations, about a party - up at the castle, put on by what ever big-wig there was in this place. Everyone decked out in their finest, huh. Easy pickin's. He realized. And so he began to make his own plan. First he needed an outfit. Was he supposed to be posh and put together or . . . .
And the sight of masks were like a serenade to his ears, the ability to dress up and be something else . . . or perhaps, to be himself? And so he began to make his way through the booths. No one shop was hit twice, as the random item was picked up when no one was looking. Slight of hand (or hoof), as he stealthily acquired his outfit. Once all the pieces were put together, he headed back to that hovel they call an 'Inn' - and wasn't that a brilliant work of sneakiness to get into. Paying his room with the gold he acquired from their own till. Well, what they didn't know won't hurt them. He trotted into his room, closing the door with a bump of his hip before grinning charmingly at his reflection, the glow of his pupilless cyan eyes reflecting back at him, "Masquerade, There's gotta be some idiots who wear the equivalent of a queen's ransom during this thing -- enough to make a pirate set up for life, hmm?" The stallion humored himself, as he straightened the collar of the cloak he had tied around his neck, setting up the scabbard and belt around his hips, a variety of pouches connecting to the belt that held all kinds of interesting stuff. The subtle jingle of one, from coins clanking together was already his favorite melody.
The mask set to his face was simple, only covering his eyes, but the captain's hat he had found was his favorite piece. His forelock tied back with a bandana made setting the hat easy. The then careful braiding of that long mane and tail of his made it all the more fun, as he winked rakishly at his own reflection, before dissolving into laughter as he fell back onto the bed. "Well, let's see about getting this show on the road. The rich ain't gonna rob themselves." He climbed back to his feet, and then with a theoretical flip of his cloak, he left his room. He made his way fairly quickly up to the castle that was hosting this elaborate event, and upon entering the location (he knew right away it was the right place), he found himself freezing at the entrance. So many people. So many normal horses. His gills itched from where they were hidden, a sudden desire to turn tail and run to the waves.
Then he saw the first bit of bling - or a lot of bling - all worn on the same body too. Okay, maybe he can hang out a bit if there's just priceless displays out and about. He trotted his way in, telekentically removing a diamond off of someone's necklace and tucking it into his pouch as he went. Okay, there might be a lot of people here but . . . Just like I thought, easy pickin'.
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@Alfajiri
Notes: <3
