Bubbles wondered what all the commotion was about as she walked down the stairs. People seemed to be in shock and wild speculation was flying about like deranged fairies. ((Sorry, I just couldn't resist. ^_~ )) She fluttered wings slightly to settle the streamers hanging from them. She liked the way they swished silkily. It had taken her forever to get the damned things on and that was why she was so late. Not to mention gluing on the dress so it wouldn't fall off and make much more of an impression that she wanted to make. The shimmering iridescent rose-gold silk fell draped around her looked like an ancient Greek chiton, sleeveless but covering her up to her collar bone. Except for the back, which simply wasn't there until a dangerously low point on her hips. Her entire back was bare except for the wings capped with gilded filigree from which the thin rose-gold silk streamers fluttered with her every movement. Her necklace was like a shortened flappers rope from the 20's, except shorter, so as to accommodate her wings. It was made of thousands of tiny rose glass beads crocheted into a rope with large decorative rose and gold glass beads capping each end, with beaded tassels streaming from those beads in turn. It was knotted so the beads were one above the other, and centered between her neck and wings. On her head she had changed the white lace for rose and gold lace, her head band was now golden, with rose jewels inset into it. Her gloves fingerless wrist length gloves were made of the same lace as in her hair. But her mirror still dangled from her wrist, the only silver on her. She wouldn't let it out of her sight.
She hadn't thought she was more than fashionably late, but now things seemed to be over. She even saw a fuming Princess stalking off with some guards in tow. "Oh my," she thought in concern. Time to find out what was going on. "Excuse me," she asked the first person she thought looked they might have an idea what was actually going on. "But what is going on here? What happened to the ball?" It was the Cavalier, Eric. "Mmmm...not bad...he grew up very nicely..." she mused idly to herself. Then she mentally called herself to a halt. She knew very well a certain someone would rip her wings off if she made a play for Eric and besides...she had Tommy right now. Poor dear man...he was so exhausted. That was why she had left him asleep upstairs instead of dragging him to a ball she knew very well he'd hate. Eric just stared at her wordlessly for a few moments before snapping his mouth shut. Bubbles hid a smile. Yes, she did look quite striking. She had gone to considerable effort to do so tonight. Finally Eric snapped out of it. "What's going on? I'll tell you what going on! One of your friends, the Mystic, was mouthing off to the Princess, DM showed up to interfere, as usual, a falling chandelier nearly squished a bunch of people, the Princess's advisor turned out to be a doppleganger and Venger showed up and attacked another bunch of your friends! That's what going on!"
Throughout most of Eric's tirade Bubble was thinking that he really needed to try some St. John's Wort. The poor man seemed quite overset. Then one thing caught her attention. "Venger is here?!?! " she exclaimed intently. Eric took a step back at the suddenly predatory look on her face. "Well, he *was* here. He wanted the Orb your berserker warrior babe friend seems to have found. But we all drove him off." "What?!?!" Eric took another step back and eased his shield forward at the furious look on Bubbles face. "Oooooooo....where?!?!" she snapped.
Bubbles stamped her foot in pique and turned on her heel and stalked towards the caverns Eric pointed her too. He could hear her muttering about fools who couldn't keep their mouths shut and ruining everything. For a few moment he admired the hurried sway of her hips through the sheer strips of silk then he shook himself. She was gorgeous to be sure, but a very strange woman. Best to steer well clear of her.
