Nightlife In Mammon- Merm4id's Big splash (In Freezing water)

First Steps into Ice Cold Water.

The first thing that caught the Redhead's attention, was the fact that this place was freezing cold.

Mammon was Chilly. And it was unbearable. Unholy amounts of unbearable- it was like stepping into that place her friend Ruled herself, Corsair Peaks or whatever, an icy plain, littered with the Skeletons of those who succumbed to the frozen barrenness infront of her.

She grinned, not letting the cold interfere with her desire to explore this land.

Anyways, She was Invited here to meet a close friend's parents! And so were her closest friends, as far as she'd known, this was just a Cold one waiting to be cracked... Mammonian guards stood tall, Spears in hands at the gate, eyes narrowing as they Glared her down, noting the Pin on her chest- they asked her to Identify her Group. "Merm4id-"

"The Prince awaits, Follow the Guard to your left." The Guards Cold and Monotone response cut her off, disallowing her to further her words... she figured that the guards weren't allowed much leniency with behaviour, and did as told, her three Friends making their way alongside the short, Cat-eared man, His spear towering over him as he walked.

They were taken to a Largish hut near a fishing spot, One of Morgan's huts of choice obviously. The Cat-eared munchkin knocked the door, bowing as the one he recognised as the prince emerged... "return to post, as for you four, come in."

As the door shut, the bitter frigidity of the Mammonian winds left, replaced by a far calmer, yet out of place warmth, They all sat down, Eyes placed on the Tall Girl as she began to speak. "So, I am not incorrect to assume you girls have no issue meeting my parents."

They all Stared, eyes tensed slightly. "And perform, for them." Morgan sat down on a wooden stool, almost like a tree stump in structure. "Anything to tell me?" They all looked at her, one thought going through their heads.

"You never told us you were a Prince. That's so cool-"

"Rika, I told you two days ago, just not directly, I said, My parents are the King and Queen of two separate factions." Rika thought back, her mind flicked through meaningless party drivel before realising that she was Told that exact thing.

"What are Mammonians even like?" Morgan stared, eye glaring at Dalia, thinking about a reasonable answer. "Greedy, Grumpy and Manipulative." Rika put an arm around Morgan's neck, earning a peeved glare. "That's overdramatic, bet they're all Teddy Bears like you, Morgan."

The door knocked again, this time, Alongside a different, Horned Guard lead four other girls in, it Turned out that they were not the only four Morgan Invited- but the Members of Rondo too, in with them, came that Biting cold, exemplified by one of the girls leaping onto another. "Oh, Saori, I thought I would freeze out there!"

Saori looked at the Blonde, face flushed with a deep, ferocious red as she processed what happened. "Romantic, Nagisa, Romantic indeed, if you and her want to get a room there is one." Nagisa's own face went Red at the suggestion.

Morgan turned around, picking up a stack of clothes. "In order to fit with the residents of the area, I have collected clothes of variety for you lot, change into the ones you like, and don't fight." Morgan took her leave, picking up her fishing rod and leaving for the outside pond to fish.

The clothes were well made, While the prince may have said Collected, that turn of phrase seemed a bit deceptive to Nagisa "These are handmade, they have to be." Outside of that, the clothes seemed to mostly consist of Purples, Blues and Pinks, with some sporting darker, or more monochromatic colours- or more vivid Colouring.

Dalia picked out the most Exotic clothes of the bunch, a long Purple dress with constellation like patterning and Many feathers and others, with a Hat, the hat only further complemented the dress, its ruffled feathers mixed with the Blue ribbon and shape topped it off.

On the other hand, Tsubaki had found herself in a Pink and purple flannel, a Black shirt, and an average pair of jeans. "This bunch is Morgan's bunch?" An unfamiliar voice rang out from the other side of the room, Catching the changing group off, two people stood on the other side of the room, Rika greeted them both, recognising the small duo of sarkaz. "Abigail couldn't come, bakery's full today." Two members of ImaDev wandered in with news of the Eldest's occupation.

Rika met them during a bar crawl, much to the dismay of the currently not present member.

If she thought about it, she remembered how she met Morgan herself, and boy, was that a tale. The Stick, the visits, the booze- it was a story she'd have to tell Tsubaki and co someday.

But that wasn't for today. She'd tell em some other time. Rika herself picked last, meaning she was left with anything she could put together, it wasn't the worst, but not the best either. It kinda fit her image.

Nagisa on the other hand seemed to get premium cousin privileges- seeing as Morgan specifically provided clothes that screamed 'Nagisa'.
The two Sarkazian, Bryn and Astoria seemed to be more focused on a two person uno game- something of which was typical of the whimsical duo- a Stark and notable outcry from their DJ- the other, absent members was mature, but still liked to be lax.

All of which was an outcry from Morgan. But eh, couldn't be helped- that's something Rika had learnt early on. Aoi seemed almost Flattered at the  little details, of which Hiiro and Nagisa took time to point out. Before long, everyone was dressed, unknowing what to do with their clothes- either way, it's not like they had all the time in the world.

Morgan was impatient. Very much so. It wouldn't be like her to wait so long.

That was some thing Rika had learnt the hard way. And so, with much spontaneity, yet very little surprise, the host banged on the door, agitated at the speed -or lack thereof- of dressing going on in the provided space.

Nagisa bolted for the door first, knowing what waiting awaited. "Oh." But it wasn't the Lumbering Beast of legend- it was her Elder brother, Paris.

Paris was, to say the least- a scrawny and meagre man. He was small- even for a skittle- and seemed to hide behind his Feline appearance, almost appearing as if from Victoria. Other then that, was behind him, an actual Feline, as in, the member of the race of course, and a Vouvire. Who seemed less then pleased. "This is Jessica, and this is Saria. Morgan was meant to take Jessica to Columbia, and Saria to The heart of Mammon."

An irritated thud revealed the hidden eavesdropper. Alongside a bellow that could kill an unprepared man. "I said I would, and I shall!" Morgan scoffed, her voice raising past its usual breathy wheeze as she retorted. Understandably enough, these two, were mortal enemies.

Morgan slacked off, sewed seeds of chaos, and generally adhered to the philosophy of 'be gay, do crime' while Paris loved order. To know, to work, and make others work, to the point of being put on the list of 'top three least eligible bachelors' 16 times.

The Oversized tail swung at him, but easily manoeuvred past Saria and Jessica, still whipping him through the doorway, into the icy, snowy expanse of Mammon. "What a stuffy bastard. Can't believe he's from the same family some days." Nagisa chuckled, together, the two of them were a slapstick duo - admittedly more slap then stick.