Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 10|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags:Nimbus and Lambchop
The silence was rather unnerving for the shifter, as he remained pinned under the boy. The carpet still biting into his face, his eyes flicked to the cat which he had been following in a slight plea for help. The plea seemed to not be needed as the shaking of the boy on top of him brought his attention back to Mary. Eventually feeling the boy sat up relieving some of the pressure from his face, and finally the pressure relieved itself completely. This allowed Nico to slowly sit up his tail still taunt as Mary pet it, he had to agree it was not the worse feeling in the world, but being the self conscious being he was, he just wanted to hide, but he would lie if he said a silent purr did not come out of him reverberating all the way to the tip of his tail. Only when he felt his tail hit the ground did he turn around, the movement making him look down at the ripped fabric caused from being tackled at such a velocity. "If it makes you feel any better, I might as well be treated as a cat. Madame Stoker believes that I am a kitten and not a person." at the mention of his tail, came back into his mind, he blushed more and hugged it closely and slowly gulped,"I-Is that a bad thing?"

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|𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎|𝙺𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝙺𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊 (𝙺𝚒𝙺𝚒) | 𝟸𝟷 | 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎 | 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚍| 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 | 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛(𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢) | 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗, Irene, Carlos (can be summoned by calling any of her names)|

Kiki accepted the hug a bit uncomfortably as she returned to her humanoid form. “It’s no problem really, merely my duty.” She explained softly. She get uncomfortable with making someone in a superior position compared to her do such a a task, even if he was the one who had caused the mess. As a maid, it was her duty to help clean up the messes, however, she also secretly did want to talk to Irene. She had never met a gargoyle in real life, and few people shared such a love of mythical culture and books as her... She cleared her throat and decided. “Sir, I can compelete the task if you wish, or if you prefer that Irene and I wait here, then I shall do that instead”. She curtseied.

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𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑙

Nephilim|Bi Male|Appears 20
Stablehand
Location: Library, Kitchen
Tags: Deirdre, Alex, Mikazuki

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Xzavier let out a heavy sigh as he left the library, leaning against the now closed door to regain his composure. Eventually, he pushed away from the door and started his decent to the kitchen. He figured he could grab a few carrots for the horses and maybe an apple as a snack for himself. The nephilim didn't particularly love the concept of food and eating but he did it anyways, knowing that even a creature such as himself needed nutrients.

Upon his arrival to the kitchen, he was greeted by quite a chaotic crowd of people. He wandered over to Deirdre and Alex, knowing that the head chef could help him out. "Madame, I was hoping to snag a few carrots. For the horses," He explained, giving a smile to the ghost. "I don't quite recognize you," He said, turning to Alex with a curious look in his eyes and a tilt of his head.

"Xzavier Beliel, stablehand," He introduced himself with a charming smile. He stuck his hand out to shake the other mans hand, curious about the newcomer. "I assume you're a new chef? He asked, noting the small pad of paper and the high strung energy coming from the other. Upon hearing Mika call his nickname, he let out a laugh. "Hello mademoiselle," He greeted before turning back to Alex. "And that's my nickname," He explained.

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Fallen angel|Male|Appears 12
Townsfolk
Location: Lysandre Manor
Tags: Everest and Facilier Lysandre

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The fallen angel couldn't help but let out a pained scream as his body hit the wall. With a strangled gasp, he pulled himself to his feet. Valac huffed, groaning slightly as his wings emerged from his back. The wings unfurled with grace, the young boy straightening his posture and rolling his shoulders as his dagger became emerged in flames. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger was planted in the ground at Facilier's feet. The attack was seemingly pointless until the flames quickly turned into a rage, flames licking at the vampire's clothing and spreading on the surrounding area.

"Didn't your dear Marilyn teach you that you shouldn't be so rude? We all know your dead mother and father didn't," He snickered. He was still breathing hard from the pain in his ribs that Facilier's attack had caused. He noted the motion that the vampire had used with his hand to send him soaring. [i]Perhaps cutting his hands off could solve this little problem, He thought to himself, furrowing his brow as he realized that that might not work. "Maybe I'll just have to cut you into as many pieces as possible... I'm sure Everest must be tiring of steak..." He mused, not really intending to speak his thoughts. He looked up at Facilier through thick black eyelashes, a gruesome smirk on his face. "Or maybe I'll just tear your flesh off myself. I've never had vampire before," He cackled, a new dagger sliding down his sleeve and into his awaiting palm.

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𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑟

Vampire|Female|Appears 9
Stoker Family Member
Location: Kitchen
Tags: Charlie, Mikayla, Xzavier

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Mika listened, amazed by the story. She giggled at Mikayla's silly way of telling the story, appreciating the new voice. "That's extraordinary!" She said, almost dreamily. She loved to hear about adventures of others, especially considering her inability to live like others. She paused at the sound of new footsteps, perking up slightly as she listened to figure out who it was. At the sound of the half-angels voice, she nodded with a small smile.

"Xzavier just came in, right?" She asked, looking towards where she last heard Charlie for confirmation. Before hearing the shifters answer, she turned and waved at the man. "Hi Zavie!!" She exclaimed, grinning as she heard the man laugh.

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Aerik "Bushman" Gunnarsson
25 yrs / Hybrid / Male / Tags: Viktor
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Bush had spent almost all of his money. It was hard not to spend all of it seeing as he wasnt in the area for clothes. He only bought himself a hat, which was what he was wearing now. The tag had been ripped off and tossed aside and the recipt was in his pocket. He also had spent his money on a bit of candy, which was stuffed into a pocket of his violin case. It was a brown cowboy hat, with one side of the brim flattened down. This was more of an ‘akubra’ style hat now. It fit him well, he grinned out from underneath it as he stepped out from the store and gazed about. Now all he had to do was find a music store to have them help fix his violin. As he was stepping to the side to pull his phone out to find a map, he heard it. It took him a second but by the time his phone was out, there was no mistaking the sound of another violin.
He hesitated with turning his phone on, a finger hovering over the home button.
He was sitting, listening, and amazed at the skills this person had in playing. It intrigued him how amazingly beautiful the noise was, and Aerik lifted his head to look around. It slowly dawned on bim, that he was the only one who could hear it. Either that or nobody seemed to care, which insulted them because they should. Huffing unhappily he fixed his akubra onto his head a bit more and promptly tried to head for the sound, which proved to be a lot more difficult than originally thought. It lead him near the forest, and seemed to be going into the forest. He was basically on the edge, staring into the thick trees with only a path to guide him.
Bush took a moment to look back at his surroundings, and when concluding that he was in fact, the only person who heard this music, went in.
A hefty trek, he hauled his entire self and his violin with him towards the sound. He was a bit nervous, his brain firing off unhappy little quips. He didnt want to get in trouble.. he didnt want to die.. he wasnt sure what to expect. He wasnt even sure why he was there in the first place, why he didnt turn around and run back home. Unfortunately he was already by the lake, on the opposite end of where the man was. Bushman’s eyes went wide and his body went stiff. This was by far, the most scariest and spookiest thing he had ever encountered.
But he wasnt out of the ballpark yet.
The young man, a perfect mashup of father and mother, moved himself along the bank to try and slowly get closer to the man who was playing the violin so well
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Arc Heilburg-Ludwig
18 yrs / Human / Male / Tags: Eadgyd
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Arc didn't understand a word the woman spoke, he was having trouble trying to figure out if she was speaking English or if he was hearing her in another language. It didn't help that he didn't know English very well in the first place. The boy sat there breathing in and out, almost panting from the sheer ferocity of his anger. He probably got it from his dad. Frowning at the woman who was now walking away from him he stuck his tongue out at the back of her head and snatched up the bags from the shore. She was a weird one, he'd be sure to steer clear of her at all times.
"At least I'm not a homeless hag vandering ze forest yelling at kids. I'd be at ze lowest of ze low to do zaht." he scoffed to himself, glancing back over his shoulder for half a second to look for the woman before looking away. He didn't want to invest himself too much in this stupid argument. Besides it was getting late and he needed to get home before his father called the cops on account of him not being home on time.
He began to walk back towards the trail, stepping in time. The boy's shoes were soft and squishy, something that was not pleasing. His shoes made odd noises with each step, and he shuddered to himself. The cold finally set in, he was uncomfortable and unhappy. The boy would have thought to cry but he didn't want to. It wasn't the right thing to do, no matter how miserable he was feeling.
Though he was on the right track home, he knew that if he kept walking he'd make it before dark and take a shower and feel much better.
Perhaps tonight was a night to pamper himself, after all he had gone through. It only made sense.
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Hershel Grey Holm
27 yrs / Human / Male / Tags: x
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Hershel sighed softly and gripped his bags close to his chest. He stood underneath a tree that was growing beside the bus stop. He was trying to keep a positive attitude towards what had happened. He moved to this place to try and find answers.. perhaps study a few things and jot down notes before moving on, and then going home. However it proved a lot more difficult to find people who would take you in off the streets, especially from a foreign country with an odd accent. The man tried to be kind to those he had run into, but there was something about his.. looks.. that seemed fishy to those who had 'open rooms' for him to sleep in. All he needed was a place to stay, but it didn't seem like he would be sleeping much that night.
The ground was still wet from a recent rainfall, his shoes catching the dew off the blades of the grass. He wanted to board the next bus and leave, find a different place and see if he could make it. But this place was calling to him. Not like the N̸̡̢͙͖̤̝͎̬̫͓̯̐̈́́́͘ů̶̮̯̦͈̘l̵̛̝̯͉̦̪̮̟̱̖͛͂̾́̾̍̓̑̐͒͜l̷̛̜̈́̋͑ element he had heard. He knew this was a different calling, it sounded different. The N̶̛̛̻̱̒̍͂u̵̬͕͎̲̱̬̓̾̄̕l̴͚͈͋̋̐͂̕l̴̢̛̺̮̗͕͇̾̓̓̓ was warm and gentle, smelling of sweet honey and vanilla. Perhaps a hint of raspberry. No this was a different calling, like Lavender and sandalwood. The taste of grapes and sugar. He could feel it right on his tongue and yet he didn't have the audacity to turn away and look for a different treat. He wanted this.. this place was what he wanted.
He sighed and set his bag on the ground for a quick moment, taking his large top hat off and dusting the dew off it, before sticking it back on his head. The man was now determined to find a place to stay, and if that wasn't going to happen before nightfall, he'd find answers on this place instead. Perhaps secrets or better yet.. questions.
Hershel pushed off of the tree and headed away from the bus stop, despite the vehicle not two minutes away. He could feel the Ň̴̡̳̗̭̞̯͎͚̦͒̇͐̓͠ͅṷ̶̢̦̹̜͇̠̼̪̝̉̐͜͝ͅͅl̶̡̰̱̠̩͓͕̒͜ͅľ̶̢͙̖́ pulsing in his brain and he grinned. This was his element, he knew this. The man moved to the sidewalk and while tracking wet footprints onto the concrete, headed onward. He was determined to find a place to stay. Leaving behind the option to escape, walking down the road of stone.
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Mishka Khabarovski
28 yrs / Were-Bear / Male / Tags: x
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Mishka had woken up from a midmorning nap.. mid.. morning. Really it was supposed to start halfway through the morning and then end a little after lunch. However things didn't go exactly to plan and the man woke up before then. He was hungry, and looking for something to eat in his fridge. He wanted eggs.. and bacon.. and hash browns.. you know, everything he didn't have. He frowned and growled to himself before shutting the fridge and turning away to head back upstairs. Perhaps it was time to change out of his pajamas and into some real clothes to go shopping in.
By the time he was done pampering himself and making sure he was all ready for the day, it was around lunch time for him. His stomach was angry at him and he had to leave the house in a hurry. He pulled his boots on and locked the door, making sure not to lock his boots and pull on the door.
Speedwalking, which looked more like a really fast walk for him seeing as he was so large, he headed down the sidewalk in search of the nearby marketplace. He had his wallet, his keys his-
He stopped suddenly, almost running over a woman coming out from the shop he had stopped in front of. On second look it wasn't a normal shop.. it was a cafe.
His stomach growled aloud and he moved away from the whole 'grocery shopping' idea and instead decided on having breakfast in this very quaint looking cafe. The large man towered over everyone else in line, standing idly for his turn. When it was his turn, he ordered a large coffee, a blueberry muffin, and a beautiful looking egg wrap. It took a bit of explaining to do since he didn't actually know the word for 'Breakfast Egg Wrap' in English and therefore had to point it out to the man behind the counter, who wasn't liking how the Russian was holding up the line. Eventually, though, they got the order right and Mishka shuffled to the other end of the counter where he waited for his food to be ready and his name to be called.
By the time they called his name (which turns out they had been yelling 'Micah' the entire time, and the man hadn't even realized it was his name only mispronounced) and gave the people behind the counter an angry retort that his name was 'Mishka' not 'Micah' and went to go sit down somewhere to eat in peace. No more dealing with stupid people who acted stupidly because they could.
He found a table in the corner that was clean and empty, and the man sat down and claimed the entirety of it to himself. The muffin was first (obviously) and he made a move to drink his coffee and eat his muffin for a bit. The wrap was warm, and would probably stay warm for a bit until he had been sitting there too long, which would have been a clear indication that he was to leave the cafe.
But for now he was to relax and enjoy his breakfast. Alone.
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Marc-Anthony Amserlen
30 yrs / Automaton / Male / Tags: x
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Marc-Anthony was sitting in the living space of the manor, on the couch with a book in his grasp. He had little half moon reading glasses over his nose and seemed to be very invested in the book he was reading. It was leather bound, old and worn. A very loved book, Marc had tried to finish reading it a few times and never could get around to doing so. It was a slow paced day so he had figured sitting on the couch for a little would be okay. Besides the grass outside was a bit damp from earlier and he did not want to risk getting his favorite pair of shoes and pants wet.
What seemed like hours passed, and the man still sat on the couch reading the book. After a bit he became aware that the book was a lot longer than he had originally assumed. He frowned a little and looked at how many pages he had left, then glanced up at the clock on the mantle across the way from him to spot the time. With a gentle sigh the man returned to his book and quietly continued without another word.
Another few hours passed and he glanced up at the clock to check his time. The clock had only passed two minutes. His eyes widened and he almost choked, quickly closing the book and setting it aside on the couch. Something was very wrong, there was no way this clock had only been through two minutes since the last time he spotted it.. the sun was high.. it was nearly midday!
While almost glaring at the thing, he removed his reading glasses and folded them up, slipping them into his breast pocket and approaching the machine on the mantle.
Everything was quiet, and his eyes were fixed to the arms on the face. He used his internal ticking to judge whether or not the clock was in working order. Turns out the clock was slow, perhaps it was dying. This made him a bit sad and he moved to pick up the item from the mantle. It was carved into a piece of wood, stuck in there by expert hands. Glass.. metal.. and wood, all coming together to create such a lavish piece. It almost made him smile. Just a twitch of his lip, he held the item and turned it around to try and open its back, to get inside. He suddenly spasmed, just as the clock ticked its last tock. A sad moment, but a painful one as well. He tucked the item under his arm and spun around to nab his cane, which had been propped up against the couch to leave immediately. He left his book behind for future readings, and headed through the halls to find a way to his hut. Though the halls were long and winding he was determined to save this clock's life, no matter what it took.
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Vengal Krishnan
19 yrs / Avian / Male / Tags: x
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Vengal felt like he wanted to fall. Fall off the face of the planet and never come back, there was no need to come back. He held a dandelion in his hand and a cigarette in the other. He had a headache as well, but he didn't have the option to toss that off the side of the balcony. He was standing on the balcony that overlooked the pool, and his shirt, which had been discarded earlier, was floating in it. A black shirt, it didn't matter to him anymore. It was either toss away the cigarette and keep the dandelion, only to slowly grow into a horrible weed and spread disaster to everyone else. Or toss the weed and keep the cigarette, keeping his poison to himself. But he needed someone to talk to, he wanted other people in his life. The hard part about living his life was his position. He wanted to talk about his feelings and his problems but he couldn't. He didn't have a dad or a mom to talk to, no living family members to do so.
He was in anguish, and wished he had some alcohol or something to take away the pain. If he could he'd talk about his problems all day, but that would just defeat the purpose of the cigarette. Or keep it all in and let it fester and boil. That wasn't healthy either.. would probably kill him faster.
He took a drag of the cigarette and exhaled the fumes through his nose as he lowered his head onto his crossed arms, which had been sitting on the railing. All he watched was the ground. His droopy sad wings lay on his back, unused and unloved. He didn't have the motivation to clean them up. Nobody cared.
He didn't care.
He dropped the dandelion, then the cigarette onto the ground. Lifting a foot he crushed the cig first, then lifting the other foot he crushed the weed. The man lifted his head to look out at the horizon with weepy eyes. They were red and leaking with sadness.
His feet made quick work of the shoes, which were off and sitting in the same place he stood.
The shirtless, now shoeless man leaned against the railing and continued to watch the horizon. His socks and pants would get wet.
With a single glance back towards the manor he leaned a bit too much and fell.
Flying.. downwards towards the ground.
He didn't feel it when he hit the pool, sending water everywhere as he sunk and sighed. There would be no death today, but perhaps to come close..
He was scared, he didn't want to die.. he wasn't interested in going out like that.
He swam back up to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out, sitting by the body of water with his legs pulled to his chest.
The man shivered a bit but the water put his mind in the right place and he was ashamed of himself for ever letting go.
Sitting by the pool, watching as the water raged around itself
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001Attic 002 ??! 003 Franz & Dynamic Duo
𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 The red sun can't him from
here! Right? No? Great! Time to bust
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Artaxerxes's chest felt hallow, as if something had deflated and sunk to the bottom of his torso. He had no right to ponder or study the delusions of a stranger, did he? A chill shot down his spine as Franz began coughing harder. Nothing had quite registered for him, no, not yet. He reached out again to try to keep the man away from the mess, but there is a second mess. A mess of noise, something he can't properly hear, and all of a sudden he's on the other side of the attic, feeling quite a bit of dusty porcelain having lodged itself in the back of his neck and across his shoulders. A low, trilling growl rises up from where he stands now, and though inhuman it is certainly more one of confusion than of malice. ...Was that him? Wait. no. That...wasn't his voice, right? No...wait, wait. It's one of them, isn't it. I've already been found, hav-...there's no way. This must be one of the manor people. Go, get up. A rush of adrenaline spiked somewhere in the very core of his body, and pulsed through him with the pain. Was he going to have to fight someone?

It was too late before he realized that part of the glamour had been broken with the sudden shock, confusion and crash. Two golden eyes, the right one misshapen, following the side of some humanoid face, as if it was a layer under the skin and had been ripped open. There was no anger in the figure's expression, but in the dim light, a glint of metal shone as it was drawn out from his sleeve. Whatever it was, it was long and thin, like a large conductor's baton. I can't afford to use anything that'll make his condition worse. "...Wait. Please, he's going to hurt himsel-" It was at that point that Artaxerxes could see the golden light on his palms. No...no...It couldn't be. It has to be one of them. And here I was, thinking I would find some solace in this place. It would seem he would have to fight. "...but you're here for a different kind of business, aren't you. You don't have to go through the spiel with me. I've...heard it enough times, I do believe." The figure raised the arm with the baton in it, and the room filled with some high-pitched cacophony, music that seemed desperate to catch up with itself, equal parts a swell of the orchestra and a fight to maintain the order of the music. To anyone around them, the room may well have had been dead quiet save for the creaking of the floorboards and Franz's pain. Between the two of them, there was a sense of nauseating panic in the room that made every step seem like an uneasy one. The floor seemed to swell and draw back, like a quickly-beating heart. It pulsated to whatever feeble sense of tempo there was to the oppressive music.

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Aerona was having a...difficult time today. Her welcome back to the Stoker house was warm and gracious, but returning to her cozy room had made her realize her classical teenage obsession with the dark arts. Mind you, Aerona was never the sort to wear black or act dreary and so on, but instead was a scholarly child, diligently practicing her blood sacrifices(locally sourced) and always detailing polite ways to go about doing business with demons and other friendly fiends who came to her call. In fact, Aerona had spent the night looking through her Dark Arts Scrapbook, full of pressed flowers and a great variety of pastel highlighters and patterned tape to boot. Now, however, she remembered the creatures that were keeping her room tidy for her until she returned. Her ceiling was overcome with joy at the sight of her waking, weeping silent tears of silver and irritating the carpet, where an ink-like spirit named Ulbanon had been sleeping after managing the dust every three days. Ulbanon, being a very tidy little...manta ray(?), proceeded to lecture her as soon as she stumbled from bed, before eating her contact case. Now, a little irked and slightly blurry, she decided that maybe it was due time to go out to Airedale again and remove herself from her well-meaning housekeepers.

So, off she was. In quite a bit of tartan and one of Larkin's stolen jackets(It was a tradition at this point to do so), she headed to the nearby shopping district to window-shop and perhaps find some sort of elaborate way to figure out more of the gossip in the manor. Her focus over the break would be in finding more of those silly, love-lorn maids that always ended up swooning over the dinner guest of the evening. Though to a passer-by she seemed to be staring irritatedly into the window of a stationary store, her head was racing around, thinking of some way to turn the manor grounds into a horse-racing competition.

Well, It could've been remarkable fun, but Aerona couldn't help but remember that vampirism and pale skin did not go well on sunny days like this. A rosy red had covered her nose and cheeks, making her look quite like an over-blushed porcelain doll, or more suitably the red nose and bright flush of a Raggedy Ann. The cold didn't help either, seeing as Aerona's flush was in part due to Jack Frost having always nipped her nose a bit too hard. She often wondered if the fool was trying to take her whole face off.

Shivering and sunburned, it was time to get some shade, and quickly at that. After some quick hopping about from shadow to shadow(in heeled boots, which was something of a feat), Aerona followed her stomach to a small café on the southern end of the shopping district. It smelled of apples and cheese as soon as she set foot in the small café, and in her euphoria was almost bodied by a woman on her way out. Lovely. It hadn't quite struck her how much she loved breakfast until it was staring her right down, so much so that she revised her order thrice and, in the process, left with a far pinker face, a coffee, and a fresh-from-the-oven apple danish. It hadn't helped that her face was in a constant state of relative disinterest, but the deed was done. Mild satisfaction glinted in her eyes...ish. At last... Aerona immediately returned to that feeling of bliss as soon as she took a bite of the danish. Her stoicism may've remained until that point, but it crackled into nothing as she practically floated over to the nearest seat. It took her a few bites in her little bit of heaven to realize that she was, in fact, not alone. The man across from her did not seem to want company. She practically hopped out of her seat, hair momentarily raising up like a cat's. "Sorry, sir! I do hope you don't mind me sitting here...I can move, if you'd like." It was a little jarring, hearing a flustered voice from someone who looked like they'd just been forced to watch three hours of infomercials with their grandmother, but at least she had the sentiment behind it down. Ruining people's breakfasts and arguing with a rug. Well, that's a new low, and I'm only back a day.

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||Larkin Stoker | 26 | Human | Head of Household | Homosexual | Location: Attic | Tags: LeMarc||

Lark wasn't quite as fast as the demonic butler, but he still wasn't too far behind. When he entered the room, Larkin rushed over to Franz while LeMarc took care of what must be the stranger that Facilier had left unattended. Not paying any heed to the glass scattered on the floor, he fell to his knees in front of Franz and grips the vampire's shoulders. The only indicator that he was affected by the glass shards was Lark gritted his teeth and let out a small hiss of pain. He noticed the strange liquid with the extra things mixed inside of it and his gut became heavy. "Franz, it's alright. What has happened?!" He asked and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, never has he seen his uncle in this condition before.
(This is a bad response but I attempted)

||Adelia Lewis | 18 | Human | Maid | Heterosexual | Location: Ballroom | Tags: Rai||

Adelia nodded in agreement, the ballroom was really kept in great shape even though it wasn't used all too often. She was going to reply why the place hold a value to her but it would have seemed he had noticed her looking over at the piano. The maid shyly nodded and said softly "Yes, I do play. That's actually why I came here.." She gave him a sheepish smile, unsure why he was smirking after he asked. "I don't think a nerve for adventure is the way to put it..." She said but trailed off, unsure of how to explain it. It was one of the only places that would let her in without too many questions, giving her boarding and food in exchange for work. "Oh..? That's an.. Interesting way to put it." She murmured, wondering if perhaps this meant that humans looked like horses or perhaps it was like that puppy cute thing. Either way, it started off as a flattering compliment to an awkward one.

||Deirdre Scarborough | Appears 25 | Spirit | Cook | Heterosexual | Location: Kitchen->Hallway | Tags: Alexander, Mika, Charles, Mikayla, Xzavier||

Deirdre watched as the group seemed to gathered around more for the story. She listened to the story, unintentionally, already getting bored but watching everyone's reaction was more amusing. Especially Mikazuki's reaction, her giggle and amazement made the ghost's heart (if she actually had one) soft while a small smile formed on her lips. Soon a person, another certain stable hand, joined the rest that was in the kitchen. It wasn't exactly crowded, it was just getting a little lively in the kitchen since it was meal time again. Leaving the new cook with the rest, Deirdre just kind of disappeared from the kitchen and reappeared in the hallway.

||Katheryne Grey | 19 | Werewolf | Homeless | Heterosexual | Location: Evan’s Cabin | Tags: Evan||

Katheryne brought her hand up and covered her mouth as she let out a small snort, trying to hold back a laugh at his joke. Her eyes followed Evan as she came over and carefully examined the pictures on the wall. She watched as the spirit dusted off and looked at the pictures, stopping at once and just staring at it a little bit. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Evan must have felt some sentimental value for the photographs and it made Katie want to keep them there even more. It didn't feel exactly right to take that away, even if she had actual stuff she could hang up instead. Katheryne's golden gaze followed Evan as he turned to look at the cat. He confirmed that the cat was, indeed, the pest control that he was referring to before going over to pick the cat up. "I am not entirely sure.. I haven't really been around cats before. Mittens should be fine though, it is her home after all and I think she has more right to be here than I will ever be." Katie admitted honestly, looking up from the cute cat and to Evan.

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Mishka Khabarovski
28 yrs / Were-Bear / Male / Tags: Aerona
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Mishka was observing a couple nearby, talking among themselves and laughing a little. His gaze was foul and his frown was even more so. He didn't seem to enjoy watching other people's PDA.. especially when he was alone.
Except this time around he wasn't, it took him a second but his eyes were quick to flick over to the lady who had seemed to plop herself down at his table to eat her pastry.
The sneer was most foul and because of her mistake of sitting down, was acidic and angry. He closed his mouth only to take a bite of his muffin and finish it off, using a single hand to crumple up the remains of the wrapper and toss it down onto the table.
She got up right away, and backed off. It was probably for the best, seeing as he wasn't in the best of moods as of now. He wanted to destroy something, he wanted to run off and not look back. Emotions were high in his mind and yet he showed only what she needed to see, which as of now, was disgust and anger.
Unfortunately for Aerona it was false direction. It wasn't her fault he was unhappy, he got wound up too easily.
"Next time you ask before sitting down." he growled, calming a little in order to speak to her. His eyes kept to her like blades to her throat, one wrong move and it would all be over.
"But no. I do not mind."
His thick Russian accent was obvious in his words, he sat back and picked up his coffee, taking a long sip from it before setting the cup down. He was tense, his muscles were tight and he was clearly still ready for attack. He kept himself down and calm so that nobody would lose any fingers.
"You apologized. Many people do not do dat any more. Good for you." He grumped
He sneaked the last part in before taking a bite of his breakfast wrap and moving one leg to sit over the other, then to lean back and lay his arm over the back of his seat. He looked entirely comfortable and less aggressive now, more casual.
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[Winchester's Wolf]

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; psychopath I & II
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Facilier didn't have much of a reaction when he succeded on hrowing the smart-mouthed child on the wall. Instead, he was more focused on the burning, that had subsided, and the pain. You would've thought the pain would have subsidd by now, but that wasn't the case. At least, not for him.

His attention soon was brought to the dagger that landed in front of him, soon to catch aflame. He quickly stumbled back, his heart racing at the sight and the feel of the flames attacking him. Facilier was now stuck in between the closed doors and the flaming dagger. HIs face, despite being pale as it already was, lost its color. But it didn't keep the rage that he had from spilling out once the kid had brought up his dead family, "Really? It seems like your parents didn't teach you any manners either. Breaking and entering my home on my property, is a crime. So I have every, right to be rude to a child of your age who doesn't know the common law." He stared at the angel, or whatever he was, as he started to inflict threats upon him, which it didn't phase him very much.

Everest watched the disorderly chaos that erupted between the two. She snorted when Fal stated something about common law. Since when did he, an unholy creature of the night, cared about common law? But she didn't say anything. Instead, she kept back, mentally debating whether or not she should step in and try to cease the fighting. Maybe in the next post or so.

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Nico
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Mary looked at the tail and continued to stroke it. It was pretty soft... He sighed a little, his attention turning back to the cat-person. He was confused by the name. "Ma...Madame Stoker? I haven't heard of her... So I guess it isn't bad if you are treated like a kitten rather than a person." he said as he looked over towards the walls, his eyes traveled to the walls before looking back at the kitten who was dressed as a butler, much like his father. But he didn't bring that up. "My name is Mary. What's yours?

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18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; xxx
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13-Female | Ghost Bat | Manor Animal | Unknown-None | tags; xxx
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Stellaluna was in the walls, snuggled up in her collection of bobby pins and the cloths for glasses. She was warm and wouldn't want to move at all. Too bad she didn't have any tiny friends to share this kingdom with.

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43-Male | Grim Reaper | Manor Guest | Homo-None | tags; Wendy
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HIs head tilted as he shrugged, "Maybe so- however I don't believe that the manor moves. It's sorta...odd in a way?" . Now Cyrus would do anything to try to prevent this girl from going onto the manor grounds, but then again, who's side he was on? He wasn't with the manor, as he was just a mere guest and most people would forget that he existed. Then there are the townsfolk, who really doesn't appreciate his way with words. Old English and then there's the fact that he twists up his words when trying to mislead someone. So he was on no side. He could have this sheepless shepherd and dog explore the manor grounds with no one knowing. And then he can go to the head or some other staff member to have this girl...now what's the nice way to put this? Obliterate? No that's too harsh. Annihilate? No. Again, too harsh. Killed? So-so.

Cyrus cleared his throat when the girl voiced her question about hearing him right, "No, you haven't heard me correctly. I didn't fall out of the sky- it was just simple sarcasm. But with an emotionless demeanor- no one can tell. I just climbed up a tree and took this time to relax." He smiled a little before looked at the dog, Spike, who ceased growling with a slightly harsh command. But it was good enough for him. His attention was drawn back to the girl when she asked him on how he was planning on getting down from the tree. "Fall- of course." he laughed before pulling himself up to where he was sitting on the branch. Cyrus then proceeded to push himself off of the branch, landing onto the ground, not forgetting to bend his knees. But of course, it was a bit too much as he fell over on one knee, soon to stand up and turn around like it was nothing. Clearly, it was something. He was too old to be jumping out of trees, that's what it was. Cyrus turned around and smiled a little, "Didn't go well as I thought, but it wouldn't stop me from introducing myself," as he clearly forgotten to do so in the first place, "The name is Cyrus, how do you do?" Usually he would fully introduce himself, but there was no need for that. As for his surname didn't have much of a friendly ring to it.

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𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑙

Nephilim|Bi Male|Appears 20
Stablehand
Location: Library, Kitchen
Tags: Deirdre, Alex, Mikazuki

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Xzavier let out a heavy sigh as he left the library, leaning against the now closed door to regain his composure. Eventually, he pushed away from the door and started his decent to the kitchen. He figured he could grab a few carrots for the horses and maybe an apple as a snack for himself. The nephilim didn't particularly love the concept of food and eating but he did it anyways, knowing that even a creature such as himself needed nutrients.

Upon his arrival to the kitchen, he was greeted by quite a chaotic crowd of people. He wandered over to Deirdre and Alex, knowing that the head chef could help him out. "Madame, I was hoping to snag a few carrots. For the horses," He explained, giving a smile to the ghost. "I don't quite recognize you," He said, turning to Alex with a curious look in his eyes and a tilt of his head.

"Xzavier Beliel, stablehand," He introduced himself with a charming smile. He stuck his hand out to shake the other mans hand, curious about the newcomer. "I assume you're a new chef? He asked, noting the small pad of paper and the high strung energy coming from the other. Upon hearing Mika call his nickname, he let out a laugh. "Hello mademoiselle," He greeted before turning back to Alex. "And that's my nickname," He explained.

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Fallen angel|Male|Appears 12
Townsfolk
Location: Lysandre Manor
Tags: Everest and Facilier Lysandre

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The boy scoffed, walking towards Facilier, twirling the dagger between his fingers. "I haven't got family and I don't care much about human laws," He said, shrugging. A mischievous grin spread across his face, making him look less like a child and more like a lunatic. Turning towards Everest, he began to giggle excitedly.

"So I can really kill him?" He asked the wolf, turning back to look at Facilier. "He looks like a scared mouse... I'd be ashamed if he was my family," He laughed a little, the dagger in his hand becoming engulfed in flames. Would he scream? Or cry? That'd be a sight to see. After a brief moment of contemplation, the dagger had been flung directly towards the vampires chest. He really was having fun with this, beginning to laugh hysterically. The pain had begun to subside though it proved to impair his movement, as the dagger became lodged in the wall instead of Facilier's heart.

He let out a frustrated growl a upon realizing he had missed, only by a hairs length. With his anger, the flames seemed to flare up. The manic look in his eyes being replaced by anger. His hands curled into fists and his his grin turned into a snarl. He hugged his
side, pushing gently on his ribs to assess the damage. The pressure caused him to wince, realizing that the vampire had injured him more than he had originally thought.

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𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑟

Vampire|Female|Appears 9
Stoker Family Member
Location: Kitchen
Tags: Charlie, Mikayla, Xzavier

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Mika listened, amazed by the story. She giggled at Mikayla's silly way of telling the story, appreciating the new voice. "That's extraordinary!" She said, almost dreamily. She loved to hear about adventures of others, especially considering her inability to live like others. She paused at the sound of new footsteps, perking up slightly as she listened to figure out who it was. At the sound of the half-angels voice, she nodded with a small smile.

"Xzavier just came in, right?" She asked, looking towards where she last heard Charlie for confirmation. Before hearing the shifters answer, she turned and waved at the man. "Hi Zavie!!" She exclaimed, grinning as she heard the man laugh.

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 10|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags: Lambchop
The cat butler starred down at his feet with a slightly quizzical look, how had the boy... well Mary, as he now knew. Quietly he looked back at the him and straightened his back as much as he could,"My name is Nico'bala,sir" He swayed slightly and ended up falling onto his butt. His eyes slightly closing,"Sorry Sir" he mumbled but couldn't seem to get back up