A Mistral affair was an affair to behold. About half past late morning a handsome trio comprised of two elites and a gorgeous Pet stepped up into the decorated paths of the Park, arriving into the Airbike Arena a little too late, the red carpet laid out against the golden floors of the massive hallway with its clean arches bustling with both commoners and other members of the hierarchy wearing their hair in different colours.
They walk in at a casual pace, dressed as casually, the Pet wearing both a hood and a frown on his person which one of his companions seemed to amuse himself with. Said companion every now and then pressed himself unnoticeably against the said Pet, whispering, to which the latter only appeared to pout at then scoff, indignant.
Raoul noted these interactions with the slightest of interests though who knew what exactly was going on in his mind. He fingered the plait of his hair briefly before letting it fall, the queue tied back and thrown over one shoulder, this being the first time he has allowed the disguise, as both his companions had their own colours altered to match, Iason's hair clasped back by a pin in its bleeding shade. The Biochemist also had a similar pin on his own head, serving as an object to create the change. For Riki's though there was another trigger, and for now his strands were trapped in the hue of a gorgeous rose until such a time this was undone.
"Looks like the race has started. See. We're late," Riki's voice telling the elites off may come as a shock to most, but luckily no one seemed to bother as everyone busied themselves with their own affairs.
Iason slid an arm around that sensuous waist briefly, planting a discreet kiss on the top of the Pet's head before letting go, "Forgive me love. There was much work to finish at the office."
Riki of course understood this, smiling softly at the attention though his eyes fell to Raoul with suspicion "I wonder why he needed to tag along…" he frowned.
The other redhead narrowed his eyes at that. "It wasn't generally my idea. Ask your lover why exactly he wanted me here…"
The Airbike Race was already at its highlights when the three found themselves filing after a line towards the seats, Raoul uncomfortable with the idea of having to mingle with so many beings out of the setting of either his office or a Tanaguran event, however his brother did not mind as they collided shoulders with the other guests, more focused on watching his Pet have a good day out of his usual territories.
The crowd was in great spirits. Patrons from all over the Galaxy were on their toes, tossing bets, hoping their riders took home the top spot and them taking home the top prize in the process. The sounds of revving engines pierced the air, the tracks in front and below occupied by the speeding units built specifically for this run, some of the bikers even engaged in heated rivalry that was fed by the adoration of the masses, the scream of gamblers, the sound of fans crying out their names. Even the Pet had his own bet as to who might win, for a moment just a mongrel again, enjoying his time on the racetrack. The two redheads with him silently observed.
Neither Raoul nor Iason participated in the current frenzy of the crowd, even as the Pet cheered alongside the normals around them, a long-standing queue visible outside with other visitors waiting for a spot in the stands or crowding the viewing screens to spectate or merely await nervously as to who's winning horse reaches the finishing line first. As the laps increased, so did the enthusiasm, but the disguised Blondies, for all their controlled nerves and practiced self-awareness simply took their seats and discussed, while Riki was hooked upon the excitement of the gathering, on his feet, hood off, clapping and occasionally shouting, his voice drowning alongside the massive collection of jeers and calls by the crowd.
"Such conviviality," Raoul could only point out, before his eyes scanned through the area at the other beings present, looking up ahead as over the tumultuous commotion of the race, something seemed to gain its own scandalous prominence.
In what was part of the VIP section, them three having strayed to the layer just above that, a Platina was seen loudly chastising a staff member for some error done. The hidden Blondie cringed slightly, the elegance wrinkled around his eyes for one moment as he leaned in closer to Iason and whispered, "...that one."
The Top Blondie extended the information. "Platina Derek Zen. He's not one I've seen much of but, from what I've heard, he has a reputation. A bad one at that."
Of course notoriety had not escaped the eye of the Council since Iason returned. They had compiled for themselves a rather impressive list of elites whose vile deeds had reached a malignancy that should be better off spliced out of the System. Such as this silver. He was most known for looking down at other elites below his hair color, which in the original design of things must never be the case. Neu-Jupiter pointed this detail out with accuracy.
"Like Rubies?" smiled the Biochemist, wondering if their current getup had something to do with this. "I don't like him." At the back of his mind, Raoul wanted to see this reputation firsthand, and then scatter the Platina's expectations to many indistinguishable pieces. Neu-Jupiter was aware of this, returning the knowing smile.
"Your humour is about as wicked as Gideon's."
"Only if it's worth it," Raoul made a condescending nod of his head.
"Yes! He won!" the Pet suddenly burst, pumping his fist up with the rest of the crowd around him, his rider taking first place almost uncontested in the last seconds, the hero thrusting his own fist up as he took his victory lap around the arena.
The two Blondies simply paused at that, casting a brief look of understanding at each other before exchanging some light laughs.
I don't know why but sometimes I just write these chapters at different lengths. I don't follow a certain metric. All I do is make sure I like how the chapter is going before I go long - or short - with it. You readers of mine don't seem to mind yes? ^ ^
