Scooby-doo Mask Of The Blue Falcon Cast นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zoe was kind enough to have given me a blue dress that fitted me perfectly so that I looked like Cinderella. She also did my makeup and made me look beautiful but I doubt I'll need it since I would be wearing a mask. I tried on my mask and looked in the mirror. The magenta feathers accentuated my straight hair. I put on a mysterious smile and held out my hand in a dramatic motion, turning to Zoe. "I look like Cruella in this mask."

Then someone cleared their throat behind him, and I raised my head with a frown to see who wouldn't let me and Charlie have our moment. "Falcon?!" I gasped. "In the flesh." She replied with a bow. A lot of questions flooded my mind, I wanted answers to a lot of questions, but her face told me this wasn't the place for that. "We have to get going before reinforcement or another Collector gets here." She stated. "Let's not waste time then." A man standing next to her nodded. He was big, buff, covered in tattoos, and he had a mask on that covered his face.

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

I spoke exactly what was in my heart. You're really going to get us killed, mouth. I scolded myself. "Feisty, I see" He chuckled darkly. His voice sounded a tad bit familiar. "What do you want?" I asked, watching him closely. "You" The way he said it made shivers run down my spine as I bit my lips instinctively. His voice was dangerously low and sexy. "Turn around" I commanded. He obeyed, turning around slowly. He was wearing a mask and I could only see his eyes and lips. His eyes were not amber but blue.

who handed it to me. The feathers were added after I chose my dress. We decided to make me look like a giant bluejay, since feathers hide the tech better, and also the dark and bright blue feathers could be arranged to be both striking and elegant. Because my gown is a deep dark blue, we decorated the mask mostly with navy feathers with bits of brighter aquamarine near the eyes to make my own eyes pop and sparkle in contrast. Jeweled with strategically placed sapphires, I look like a dark queen in comparison to Adam’s white knight. We couldn’t possibly look more at odds with one another.

Pockmark Mask now. ***