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"I can arrange it. I'm thinking about inviting everyone, if that's fine? It could get our name out there." Nocturne suggested, "Also are you well at making masks?" After all, they wouldn't want to give their guests any unwelcome surprises. It wouldn't be well if their masks became bonded to a stranger. The raven would leave Robin to choose how to make the masks, and what to make them with. After all, creativity was key in their home.

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As usual, Nocturne was one for signs and notices, so they had hung out a flyer that read, "March Mask Ceremony in the Cave (follow the blue)!" Inside the cave was cold. It wasn't winter cold, it was just cold because it was under a mountain. The raven waited there, with masks laid out across the floor in front of them. All of them were on display, because you never knew which one fit the best.

//Just have your character choose a mask (it will usually call out to them) and have them present it to Nocturne!

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Nocturne had only known the scent of the Dark Dynasty once, and it was when Flora had visited them. Personally, they wondered if she was an ambassador, or here for a dual membership. Nocturne perched besides Robin, dipping a mute greeting to the newcomer.

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Nocturne had expected Robin to be one of the first to arrive. After all, he seemed to be the first to arrive to everything. They could see the eagerness in the hyena's eyes. After all, masks seemed to be a big part of his life even before The District. "Very well." Nocturne wrote, then took out another, clean parchment. "I, Nocturne, Virtuoso of The District, recognize that the spirit of this mask has chosen you, Robin Kaiser. In return for the mask, you must swear to become the guardian of both the mask and the spirit within, for it is bonded to you forever. If it breaks, you will be haunted by the spirit. If you die, part of you will become the spirit. Do you swear?" They handed the parchment to the hyena so that they may sign their, "I do." It was like a certificate/contract of a sort. It would never be clear how Nocturne knew these conditions, but ever since the raven had chosen their own mask, everything seemed to click.

//I came up with that speech on the spot lmao

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Nocturne was used to people calling them cute. After all, it's not everyday where one sees a sentient bird. They were often perceived as prey or predators. Feral nonetheless. "We certainly do accept dual joiners." They wrote. A new joiner was always good news. It meant that The District was growing steadily. One new joiner every week. If it kept up, they would be in good shape in no time.

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"Of course. We'd have to find a way to convince spirits, especially the stubborn ones, to stay away from the masks." If the spirits meddled with the event, the place would get a bad name. Then they continued writing, "It is a good idea, but I'd like masks to stay an In-District thing, y'know? The spirits really like masks, and I don't want our neighbors taking any spirits home. We can have other art-related events, though?" It was also a selfish thought that the raven wanted to keep the tradition of masks to themselves, but their masks were a mark of loyalty and dedication. The spirit of the mask and the spirit of the wearer were pretty much bonded, becoming one identity, sometimes even after death.

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Nocturne wrote below Robin's vow, then handed it to the hyena for them to keep, "Then this mask is yours to keep and protect, even through death." Ah yes, it was ominous to speak of death, but it was a necessary part of the masks. And then Harley came. They were not expecting Harley to choose one so quick, but there she was, presenting a beautiful mask. They repeated the speech from Robin's contract, "I, Nocturne, Virtuoso of The District, recognize that the spirit of this mask has chosen you, Harley Quinn. In return for the mask, you must swear to become the guardian of both the mask and the spirit within, for it is bonded to you forever. If it breaks, you will be haunted by the spirit. If you die, part of you will become the spirit. Do you swear?" It was a joy about writing, where words could be repeated in exact if needed. By speech, the words could be easily forgotten, but since the contract was a written one, it would always be there, even if the ink may fade.

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"Then this mask is yours to keep and protect, even through death." The raven nodded. After the ink dried, they rolled up the parchment and handed it to Harley.

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The raven arrived, amused. It was good to have joy in their gloomy forest. "Nay, we live in caves further in the territory." They wrote. The hackles of their neck moved, as if chuckling, but no noise was made. After all, the raven was skilled in silence. "Nice to meet you, Chess Belle. Welcome to The District. I'm Nocturne."

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The bird fluttered over, unfolding a note that read, “Welcome to The District. Name and business?” They sure hoped this was a joiner, but they never really liked getting their hopes up and then having it dropped. From what it seemed though, the dog was tired and was probably looking for shelter. The District always seemed like the place for a rest, not that Nocturne minded. They loved helping people along the way, even if the stranger just turned out to be a weary traveler.

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The flyer had not been seen in awhile, but it was back again, displaying the time, date, and location of the latest meeting. Upon reaching The Cliff, the newly formatted parchment would read:

The District Meeting

March 17, 2018

-Ambassador hub is up! If you are interested in adding allies to the list, please request to Nocturne right here.

-A welcome to CHESS. @a hamilton and Harley Q. !

-Robin is hosting a brainstorming session for future events. If you want something fun to happen around here, please add your ideas to the discussion there!

-Speaking of events, a masquerade is being planned. Would you want for all clans to be invited, or just our allies?

-We will soon be participating in a prank war with The Frontier and Riverside! More info to be released.

-A mass adoption/hp tryout is being planned. More info to be released.

-No demotions nor promotions. Excellent boost in activity this week though, great job!

-Questions or comments?”

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Nocturne nodded their greeting before writing down, "Nice to meet you, Alexander. We'd be happy to offer you shelter and food." After all, if they didn't give this weary traveler proper treatment, they were just assholes. "My name is Nocturne, by the way." They were also pretty sure it was a good thing to introduce themselves. Being called Raven and Bird didn't seem pleasing.

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Nocturne had been feeling a new aura today. Two, actually. It was a giddy feeling, and they were betting it was something to do with Harley. Harley was the cheerful one around here, bringing laughs to the surroundings, so they decided to check on her. Bingo. Next to her were two hyenas. They couldn't tell if they were feral or sentient, but they seemed content with Harley. "Whatcha have there? -Nocturne" They wrote and placed it on the floor next to her. The writing clearly showed a tone of amusement.

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