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Feb. 24th, 2009 09:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
masked_godThere are costumes that have meaning and significance, if just to the person wearing them. By all rights they should be imposing, or obvious. They should never hide their importance behind simple boring informality. They should shine, hint, cagoule their observers into 'realizing' their significance.
Karkaels costume was merely one of a million similar ones, made meaningless by the crazed kaleidoscope of feathers and chrome, beads and leather, masks and cloaks. But the gold mask he wore was one of a crying child, and the cloak thrown around his shoulders seemed to move of its own will. The man looked both out of place and in place at the same time - straddling the boarder between being too regal for the Carnival, while at the same time blending right in.
He waited patiently for his transports to arrive, leaning against a paint splattered wall. There was a frenzied excitement in the air, and even he shifted excitedly at the sounds and smells coming from the streets behind him.
A black bubble burst next to him, and the masked man turned to welcome his guests.
Karkaels costume was merely one of a million similar ones, made meaningless by the crazed kaleidoscope of feathers and chrome, beads and leather, masks and cloaks. But the gold mask he wore was one of a crying child, and the cloak thrown around his shoulders seemed to move of its own will. The man looked both out of place and in place at the same time - straddling the boarder between being too regal for the Carnival, while at the same time blending right in.
He waited patiently for his transports to arrive, leaning against a paint splattered wall. There was a frenzied excitement in the air, and even he shifted excitedly at the sounds and smells coming from the streets behind him.
A black bubble burst next to him, and the masked man turned to welcome his guests.
