[Usually, towns burning down are Ain's fault. It's surprising, then, when he wakes up in one that he doesn't remember torching. The air is crisp and nice, full of the scent of death and no El energy and— wait.

Where in the FUCK is the El.

Ain immediately goes from sort of curious (seriously what town is this) to downright furious in all of three seconds. Sorry to anyone sharing emotions with him who just got walloped by unadulterated rage. Also sorry to anyone who happens to be around because he is stomping past you to find out what the fuck is going on, and if a sinkhole opens up beneath him, no it doesn't. He will quite literally float over it and carry on.

Bye! Good luck dying or whatever! He definitely won't turn around if you nag him enough, nope.]

[Ain should look for his friends. That is the reasonable thing to do. They're a big group of like fifteen people, being away from any of them is very weird (unless he's left to go blow something up, in which case, someone usually has to come get him), so a normal person would go "where is my roving pack of idiots?" and hunt them down.

That is not what Ain is doing. He cares about approximately one person here, and that one person does not seem to be here. He's getting more frustrated by the minute. This man has been here for One Hour and already he's acting like a white man at a football game whose team just lost. Reel it in, dude.

Luckily, Ain has figured out that there's this thing humans do called "talking to people" that might yield answers faster than him turning over every stone in the Grove and the burned town beyond. So—]

Where is Elsword?

[Just a) assuming you know this person and b) not even saying hello. Where is his sentient walking mana battery, he wants to chew on him.]

[The point of a masquerade seems to be ?? human mingling, and Ain decides he wants nothing to do with it. Why would he mingle with a bunch of people who don't matter? That doesn't sound fun. Anyway, the skeletons grab him when he gets too close and force him to party because they think he's being a brat. What's this about "human things"? Don't you like having fun, dude? These are all things skeletons think but can't say because they don't have vocal cords.

(There is a brief scuffle outside the tent while Ain attempts to blow them up with his magic, but they seem entirely immune to it, and simply force a mask on him and yeet him into the tent.)

Dressed-up and masked-up, Ain will not be found dancing (unless he decides he really, really likes you, and then there's also a 60% chance he just bites you) (yes he's like this), but rather, he will be participating in people-watching, drinking himself stupid, and occasionally trying to fight a skeleton.

Please do not let him fight the skeletons.]

[i promised he'd show up this month. he bites. don't feed him after midnight. would you believe me if i said those spiky things on his back are his wings? anyway - wolfchan / tag me in the discord for plotting!!]