Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

[frostykitty]

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"Oh, I see..." Alexander gratefully takes Vengal's hand and stands up in one smooth motion. He nods a thank you, though frowns. "I'm sorry you have to go through hat, that's horrible... But, it is life I suppose. Well, I'll leave you be and get back inside, this sun is giving me a bit of a migraine!" He laughs weakly and looks at the ground, kicking a small rock.
"Unless you would want to go with me to the kitchen! I haven't been there yet, I'm a little... a lot nervous," He felt a little nervous about going to the kitchens, it's true, but most of it was due to the new acquaintance he had just made. He cleared his mind by shaking his head. "Well! Maybe I'll see you later, then?"

[cocogerber13]

Rai//dragon-cloud elemental//18//manor guest//tags: open, Adelia

Raijin had just recently moved in to stay in the manor after having been turned away at apartment complexes and inns because of his strange features-namely, his hair. I wasn’t as if he could control the small bits of lightning it produced when he was hungry, after all. In any case, he hadn’t been there long but had already found himself sprawled out on the ground right where a bit of sun streamed in through the window in one of the house’s many hallways. He didn’t actually see any of the glances sent his way either, so he was mostly undisturbed until he started hearing the clinks of dishes being thrown together in the kitchen.

He sat up with a small yawn and dragged his fingers through his very fluffy but very tangled white hair. It was no use brushing it considering how wind seemed to constantly sift through it anyway, but he felt that he should at least give the half-hearted attempt to comb through it. It didn’t end up working, as always.

Rai blinked softly once he registered the figure of a girl-a maid? and sat up curiously, watching all the while as she snatched up an apple and started heading towards a room he had yet to explore. Shortly after she left his sight, he glanced around the room he was currently in and got up to follow her. The human-turned-dragon had his fun sliding on the smooth floors with his socks on until he accidentally slid into the wall as he tried to turn and enter the ballroom after Adelia.

“Whoa...” The late teen breathed upon finally entering the ballroom, unaware that following someone might have been seen as rude. Instead he got distracted by the shining chandeliers and peered up at them with a large grin on his face.

[TrashGoblinQueen]

I r e n e // F e m a l e // G a r g o y l e // M a i d // T a g s : O p e n

"My, what a sight." The monotone woman sighed, wrapping her delicately sculpted fingers on the shingles under her and staring at what spanned before her- glistening clear fountains, expertly build majestic buildings, crisp, flourishing gardens and courtyards, all hers to marvel at. Except maybe I should get off the roof and actually apply for the damned job first, she thought with a quick sigh.

Her short, tidy charcoal dress fluttered as she brushed off the dust from her skirt and leapt off the edge of the roof, gliding gently down to the ground before, very gracefully, falling right on her ankle and emitting a very unflattering noise, letting out a string of what were, in her day, very offensive curses. "Great start, old girl." she muttered, rubbing her now cracked ankle, pulling up her socks to hide the marking as she tried her best to hide her limp and confidently walk towards the towering doors, knocking her knuckles against the wood.

It was then and only then that she realized that with all the entrances this gigantic mansion must hold, she has absolutely no proof this was the right one, and even if it was, what would they think of her, showing up without paging in advance and hoping for a job? Do you still page in advance for job interviews? Who would even be giving her the job, that family she would be working off, or the head of staff? Was an above the knee dress even considered proper formal attire anymore? Irene has many questions, and no answers.

A smoke would be just about to die for right about now, she thought.

[cocogerber13]

Carlos//Magician//17//manor guest//tags: open, Irene

Carlos was nose deep in one of the old books he had brought on his way to his room from the library (Several were floating behind him in a stack, allowing him to hold the one he was reading for the best effect). Well, he had planned to go to his room, but had found himself pacing down the hall and back in the front entryway, since he tended to pace while thought and think while he read. In any case, seeing as most of the residents tended to use the less-obvious doors to go inside and outside of the manor, the place was perfect for strolling without getting on someone’s nerves. Since doing this for around an hour, the magician continued to read as usual but had stopped mere seconds ago to lean against the edge of the railing on the stairs.

The book was involved in summoning, and wanting to practice it a bit, he had said a few words out loud and did the hand motion. Since he was just starting out Carlos had accidentally summoned a few things that were a bit questionable, which currently led to a sheep standing across from him in the hallway, a falcon fixing its feathers on one of the lighting appliances on the wall, and an ignuana on a skateboard.

Most that had been at the manor for a while were used to the student’s shenanigans, which led to the rapping on the door being met with a careless wave from Carlos as he used his telekinesis to turn the knob and pull it open. He hadn’t looked up from the spellbook however, and continued not to until he realised that the person there hadn’t invited themself in like one normally would if they were staying at a place. What if it were a human? At that thought, Carlos used the hand on his far side to point at the ground where the stack of books quicky settled itself down on and he looked up innocently. His eyes landing on Irene, he silently sighed a breath of relief. She didn’t appear to be human.

Coming back to his senses, the magician greeted the newcomer with a cool grin and spoke up with a warm, “Hello! I wasn’t made aware that someone was coming today. Please don’t mind the sheep.”

[TrashGoblinQueen]

I r e n e // F e m a l e // G a r g o y l e // M a i d // T a g s : C a r l o s ,O p e n

Irene allowed herself to look over the man timidly. He appeared humanoid, but the array of oddities behind him and his quite obvious telekinesis made it clear that he possessed magical qualities, making the stone spirit feel immedietely more at ease with him, scanning the animals behind him for a second before giving a charming grin and shrugging. “Darling, I’ve seen more peculiar things in my day.”

She cleared her throat, making eye contact with the magician and standings cofnidently. “So sorry if this is the wrong entrance, but I found this... flyer” she pulled the now tattered bit of inked paper from her dress pocket, smoothing it with her stone hand, making an eery scraping sound, “And I would like to apply for the job of a maid? I’m willing to be interviews or start as soon as possible, and could offer up too two hundred years of service!” Her voice quivered nervously, but she maintained a confident expression.

[cocogerber13]

Carlos//Magician//17//manor guest//tags: open, Irene

Carlos watched the woman thoughtfully, the look coming to her eyes familiar to him. The way supernatural beings recognised each other was much like the silent agreement between two people who were wearing the same merchandise from a show or band both knew. That, paired with the attention drawn to the animals and his books made it obvious that this place was truly the one the gargoyle had been looking for.

He mirrored the grin aimed towards him, responding further with a light chuckle. “Well, this is certainly one of the tamer things you’ll see around here. The magic here is definitely elevated.” Before continuing to ask what exactly the other was looking for, the magic user couldn’t help but stare at Irene’s hand when she pulled out a piece of paper, finally registering that she was probably forged of stone. How curious- was she an enchanted statue, maybe? Or something similar? Carlos’ eyelashes fluttered when he returned to the present, thinking about the newcomer’s words.

“No worries, none of the entrances here are ‘wrong’. My name’s Carlos by the way. Anyway, there are still some positions open, but I’m not certain of our hosts’ whereabouts. There is an interview room though, and I could try to introduce you to a few other staff members if you’d like. I’m just a guest really.” The magician offered, closing the book in this hand and then setting the stack on the table across from the stairs. He started towards the hallway out, glancing over his shoulder to give Irene a reassuring smile. “There haven’t been any rejections that I’ve heard about, so I assume you’ll get the job, Miss..?”

The late teen didn’t have many worries about leaving the animals on their own, even if it probably wasn’t the best idea. He could always de-summon them later anyway. Plus it seemed a bit fun to see the others’ reactions to a skateboarding reptile.

[TrashGoblinQueen]

I r e n e // F e m a l e // G a r g o y l e // M a i d // T a g s : C a r l o s , O p e n

"Irene." she answered sweetly, giving him a thankful grin. "No last name, since last names were made to track family lines, but since gargoyles are as rare as they are, it never seemed necessary for us. Anyways, it's very nice too meet you, Carlos. And also very reassuring to hear that I'll likely get the job. You've no idea how long I've been looking for a place where I won't be treated as an abomination," she said with a nervous giggle, before thinking for a second about how this man, though not entirely out of the ordinary at first glance, obviously relied very heavily on his mythical powers and likely had many of the same experiences she had, trying to find your place in a world that rejected you as an oddity belonging in a museum.

"Or, perhaps, you do. Anyways, darling, I would be delighted to meet some members of staff!" She walked through the large doors hesitantly, her heels clicking in the hard floor as she brushed a strand of curly hair behind her ear, staying in place without resistance due to it, well, not really being hair. She scanned her surrounding with wonder, for the first time since her stay on the manner's roof fully taking in how extraordinary this place really is.

[cocogerber13]

Rai//dragon-cloud elemental//18//manor guest//tags: open, Adelia

Raijin had just recently moved in to stay in the manor after having been turned away at apartment complexes and inns because of his strange features-namely, his hair. I wasn’t as if he could control the small bits of lightning it produced when he was hungry, after all. In any case, he hadn’t been there long but had already found himself sprawled out on the ground right where a bit of sun streamed in through the window in one of the house’s many hallways. He didn’t actually see any of the glances sent his way either, so he was mostly undisturbed until he started hearing the clinks of dishes being thrown together in the kitchen.

He sat up with a small yawn and dragged his fingers through his very fluffy but very tangled white hair. It was no use brushing it considering how wind seemed to constantly sift through it anyway, but he felt that he should at least give the half-hearted attempt to comb through it. It didn’t end up working, as always.

Rai blinked softly once he registered the figure of a girl-a maid? and sat up curiously, watching all the while as she snatched up an apple and started heading towards a room he had yet to explore. Shortly after she left his sight, he glanced around the room he was currently in and got up to follow her. The human-turned-dragon had his fun sliding on the smooth floors with his socks on until he accidentally slid into the wall as he tried to turn and enter the ballroom after Adelia.

“Whoa...” The late teen breathed upon finally entering the ballroom, unaware that following someone might have been seen as rude. Instead he got distracted by the shining chandeliers and peered up at them with a large grin on his face.

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Carlos//Magician//17//manor guest//tags: Irene, open

Carlos stopped after hearing that Irene was a gargoyle, looking back at her with shining eyes. “Whoa, you’re a gargoyle? Irene, that’s so cool!” The late teen couldn’t hide his excitement before he cleared his throat in an embarrassed fashion. “Uh, I mean, I’ve only ever read books about gargoyles, and it’s just really neat that I actually got the chance to meet one. Plus you seem like a very pleasant perso-er, gargoyle.” Carlos scratched his head, finding his sudden enthusiasm possibly unwelcome to the newcomer, and continued walking to the living room.

A sigh made its way out of his mouth at the mention of Irene being seen as an abomination. “That’s... unfortunate. Humans can be cruel based on unnecessary standards. Hell, it’s not just the mythical that get discriminated against, though they definitely have it worse. Oh, but not all of us are bad, and there are even some that work here. I hope you won’t feel uncomfortable because of that, since the ones I know are really friendly, including the head of the house.” All the talk about humans made Carlos self-consciously move a hand to his chest, where he felt the circular pattern carved deep into his torso. Even with all the books he had read, he still couldn’t figure out exactly what he was.

“Uh, anyway, sorry I kind of got off topic. This is the family room, though I don’t see anyone else right now. That actually a bit strange...” The boy stopped next to a couch, glancing back to Irene to watch her take the view in. “Actually, how about I take you on a tour of the place? You won’t know your way around unless you get lost at least once, but you’d get to see everything. Plus we might run into someone else along the way, hopefully one of the Stokers.”

[TrashGoblinQueen]

I r e n e // F e m a l e // G a r g o y l e // M a i d // T a g s : C a r l o s , O p e n

"That would be lovely!" she said smoothly, her cockney accent evident in her excited voice. "And sorry for not responding to your compliments, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. I was just a bit flustered, it's really flattering to hear that from you. I've always been proud of being a gargoyle, we are one of the most evolved of northern stone spirits." She boasted, hoping she didn't come through too proud. "But I try to keep it too myself just in case when I'm not around mythicals, since there's only a few hundred of us left- well, likely less by now. I've been... A little out of it for a while."

She cleared her throat, taking a minute to analyze what else he said. "That's very nice of you to say, about the humans. And don't worry-I took a liking to you from the start, in the least weird way possible. And as long as they keep company around other mythicals, or are at least open-minded, I respect other humans as much as any other species.

She thought for a second, before a joking grin fell over her lips. " But you, darling, don't strike me as any regular human, with those fancy powers of yours. Do you know what mythical gives you those powers, if you don't mind me asking?"

[~ moth ~]

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[centuries old] [male] [shifter] [demisexual] [stable hand] [location ,, stables] [crush ,, tentatively open] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, mikayla]
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walking down along all of the stalls charlie checked that each was properly cleaned and had enough food and water for the horses. being a new worker at the manor the horses were still somewhat wary of him and he had yet to get to ride any of the horses. some refused to go near him meanwhile others were slowly beginning to get used to his presence. however as charlie headed up and down the stalls the horses began to become quite skittish ,, terrified even. not just one or two wither ,, all of the horses currently in the stables were freaking out. what was going on. the doors to the stables slammed open and turning to see what just happened charlie got a glimpse of one of the butlers before he was off again. what the hell just happened? as he left the horses began to calm again and become themselves once more. charlie was utterly confused. turning to mikayla the immortal wanted to ask her if she knew anything about what just happened but he bet she knew just as much as he did ,, which was nothing. with nothing else to do for now charlie figured he had time to himself. maybe he could read a book or possibly he would try to get to know one of the horses better? even though he could become a horse himself he would love to ride one instead. miss mikayla ,, i was wondering if you would like to accompany on a trip to the kitchen? for a break perhaps. i assume miss deirdre won't mind an intrusion in the kitchen. charlie offered waiting by the barn doors for her answer.


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[twenty two] [female] [human] [bisexual] [townsfolk] [location ,, town] [crush ,, open] [mentions ,, none] [tags ,, eadgyd]
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i'll write for her later


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[eighteen] [female] [vampire angel hybrid] [guest] [pansexual] [location ,, wandering the halls] [crush ,, open] [mentions ,, kakuzi] [tags ,, open]
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wandering through the large and empty hallways of the manor stella found herself with nothing to do. being only a resident of the manor she had no job to fulfill or any orders to take. she was free to do as she wished however there wasn't much that she wished to do. she could go horseback riding but the horses got skittish around her. they most likely sensed that she's a predator. she could hang out in the garden but there wasn't much to do in the garden beside smell flowers. if she wanted she could head out to town but she tended to be too suspicious and wary of the towns people. she wasn't too comfortable around humans. so she figured her only other options were be suck up in her bedroom or wander the manor. not wishing to be in her room all day that left stella with only one option. explore the manor in boredom. being new to the manor she still hadn't discovered all that it beheld. tracing her hand along the wall stella shuffled through the music on her phone going through several options. there was so much music to choose from that it took a few moments before she settled on some of monster and men and tucked her phone into her back pocket. as she traced her hand along the wall her fingers came across a door knob. pausing stella faced the doors that she had yet to discover. with a shrug she turned the knobs and pushed open the doubles door. the room on the other side wasn't what she had expected. a large library with floor to ceiling bookshelves throughout the room taking up almost all of the space. the vampires eyes grew wide and she stepped into the room. it was huge and opulent ,, much like the rest of the manor. heading down the center isle stella took a look down all of the shelves. she only saw one other person in the library ,, a maid she figured by the looks of her ,, though an interesting creature. something she had never seen before. however not paying attention stella found herself tripping over a bump in the rug. she fell to her knees with a small thud and from her hands fell her water bottle full of blood. hitting the ground the bottle cracked open and the gooey red liquid began to seep into the rug. oops. hopefully that wouldn't stain. muttering out a cuss stella tried to dab at the blood with the sleeve of her sweater.


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[seventy ,, looks twenty-ish] [male] [spirit] [demi-pansexual] [homeless] [location ,, lecks forest]
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thankfully after the unnaturally long pause for his answer katheryne didn't ask why it took him so long to respond. he wasn;t about to tell a stranger that he almost forgot his own name and who he is. explaining that would bring about too much anxiety for he would worry that it would happen again and he was unsure if she would understand the whole "spirits fading" thing which even he didn't fully grasp. however instead she just stated her name. for her it took no time between question and answer. she spoke her name confidentially because she knew it well. in a way evan was jealous of her. jealous in the way that she could so effortlessly remember the simplest things that evan had to think hard about. jealous that she was alive. jealous of many things. trying to push that feeling aside the spirit focused on trying to get a conversation along. figuring small talk would be tedious evan jumped right into it since he didn't want to ask any imposing questions. do you live in town or are you just just a passerby? he inquired with a tilt of his head. that was a good starting off question right?