Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

[frostykitty]

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Alexander washes anything left over from breakfast until Deirdre turns to the kitchen.

Ｔｏｒｂｊｏｒｎ Ｇｕｎｎａｒｓｓｏｎ （Ｖｉｋｔｏｒ） ｜ Ｍａｌｅ ｜ ５７ （Ａｐｐｅａｒｓ ２３） ｜ Ｈｏｍｅｌｅｓｓ

The musician continues to walk along until he reaches a suitable depth, enough to submerge at least two of himself. His footsteps fade as he stops. Viktor slowly turns around on his heel to face his victim. He opens one of his glowing eyes just a sliver to check on the progress. That is when he spies something on the beach that the man had dropped. It was a familiar shape and size, he recognized it within a few moments. A violin case.
He takes note of it, definitely something to look at after his deed is done, but doesn’t slow or hesitate in his playing. Maybe he could take it as his own. After all, it never hurts to have a spare. Maybe it could be better than his current one, the one he had handmade fifty years prior. Viktor then turns his attention to his unfortunate prey. He smiles manically, eyes widening. The man was already chest deep, he proved to have a weak will and malleable mind. Well, more so than some mythicals, humans were often quite powerless.

[enchantingxrain]

•Antoinette Lin Stoker
|Female|Looks 17|Vampire|Location;;Room~>Kitchen|Mentions;;Cade|Tags;;Open|
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Thhere she stood in her Room. Reading a Vampric Knowledge book. Waiting in her dark plain room. Well not the plain. She was waiting for her Raven to get knowledge on Cade. Of were he was. She hasn’t seen him in the town lately. She got hungry. Too hungry. She didn’t know how to get her food. She was off human blood. And she didn’t have any blood capsules or bags. She decided to go to the kitchen. She kept a secret stash there.

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yrus L. 𝔇esdemona- "You don't know what a man's loss is."
43-Male | Grim Reaper | Manor Guest | Homo-None | tags; Wendy
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He flinched a little when the girl said that she was given an ax. And she basically used it as a mere toy. "Sounds like you had fun as a child- I don't remember much of me myself climbing trees, that is because my father prevented my brother and me to do so...I did it anyway- and I couldn't get back down. I think he was more worried about the tree than me carrying something that would provoke someone to kill you," he laughed as he took a glance at Spike and then at the girl, watching as she climbed up the tree with no struggle. While him at the young age of forty-three (well six hundred and seventy years old, but does that really count?), struggled with foot placement. He even wondered how he even climbed the tree himself in the first place.

Cyrus held his breath as the girl continued to climb up the tree, this time getting close to the branch. Once she did, he stared at her, waiting for something bad to happen, and it did. Watching the branch snap, the man sighed heavily to hopefully block out the noise of screaming and loud barking. However, the only thing that sounded was really the dog's barking. There was no scream of pain. Only the soft thud of feet landing onto the ground.

A fake, but genuine, smile broke out on his face as he headed towards the gate and clapping to congratulate her survival. "My, what a graceful landing chère, I might be as well a little envious on your performance. I give you an 8.5," he said as he leaned a little towards the gate, a little tempted to pick the lock so he didn't have to go all the way towards the front. Or if there was a way, Wendy could possibly unlock the gate from the other side? Perhaps. "Do you think you can unlock the gate from that side of you? Or do I have to pick the lock, which I preferably won't do, as to I don't have the proper tools to do so." Okay, he might have hairpins, but there was no way he was going to waste one up just for a gate that one can easily unlock. If it was unlockable from the other side. Plus picking locks was more illegal than trespassing. However, wouldn't that be technically the same thing?... Or wouldn't it work for him as he was a guest from the manor?... But Wendy doesn't know that, and she will not know that. Unless someone gives him away.

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like unlocked doors."
18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; Valac
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As she walked with Valac, her heart heavy with a bit of guilt and her own sadness, she was beginning to think of ways to have someone come to her and follow her to the old manor. There was possibly no one that she could trust, and besides, wouldn't it be worse if someone spotted her talking to someone? That would get her chased out of town. Or well, possibly killed due to the murder she committed not too long ago. Once the two reached the room and Valac sat down in the armchair, thanking her, she could on;t shake her head and slump down right next to one of the arms of the chair. Everest watched as the tiny flames of the fire slowly die out. She padded over towards the fireplace, soon to push the wood a couple of times to allow the flames to grow. She quickly brought her paw back and returned to the chair and Valac, her tail tucked in between her legs and her ears flat, "I'm sorry Valac. I would try to get someone, but what's the use? There's no one out in the forest. And I can't waltz into town, asking that my friend who helped me commit a crime is in need of medical attention. I guess...You'll just have to...rest." Everest plopped down next to the chair again, soon to slowly sink down to the floor, watching the fire.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; Vahl/Juna
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Facilier sighed when the man said that he couldn't tell him what he was looking for...Which probably would be best for him if he didn't ask. But he couldn't help it, "Maybe I could be of assistance?" What? That's what he was supposed to do anyway: assist those who are visiting or just leave them alone, which obviously wouldn't happen as Vahl was a complete stranger of the manor.

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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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The kid sighed when there was no responce. So, instead of lingering on the floor, Mary got up and laid down in bed, his eyes on the window and on the door. Mary yawned loudly before curling up back at the foot of the bed.

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tellaluna- *Aggressive Clicking Noises* "Lookie here, how queer."
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.

[Squirrelstar123]

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

Lark searched his uncle’s face, trying to think of what to do next when there was a sudden change. Franz looked at him, like really saw him for what seemed like the first time. There was an intense feeling of something wrong before anything happened. He watched helplessly as the vampire revealed sharp, long fangs and quickly launched forward to reached for Lark. All he managed to do was let out a soft yelp and squeeze his eyes shut but the impact he expected never came, however the was quick tugging from around his neck. Out of confusion, he opened his eyes out to see Franz yanked away with Lark’s own tie, held by nothing. Finally snapping out of it, Larkin pushed himself backwards and scrambling away from the screeching, thrashing vampire. Quickly glancing around with wide eyes, Lark saw the missing stranger and then someone else. He could barely recognize the outfit and the very vague resemblance to the LeMarc he had known up until this point. Sure, he had known that his trusted butler was part demon but he had understood that LeMarc was rather weak and completely powerless. Needless to say, he had not seen this side of LeMarc and was caught completely off guard. With everything happening and feeling overwhelmed, Larkin was actually scared by what he saw and it was the last straw. Pushing himself away from just everything, Lark searched around for the exit in a panic before just hurrying out of the attic and just running.

||Adelia Lewis | 18 | Human | Maid | Heterosexual | Location: Library | Tags: Open||

Adelia had left the ballroom and strange guest behind a while ago and was now curled up in the library. Her favorite spot was on the sofa that was near the fireplace but not too close, obviously. It was comfortable and warm although sometimes she would get too hot if she sat there for too long. A book was in her hands and she was immersed in the story it was telling through the words on the pages. It was about four kingdoms that took place a long time ago with the history and stories about them. It was rather an interesting read so far, although she was still unsure if this was suppose to be true or if it was completely fiction

||Deirdre Scarborough | Appears 25 | Spirit | Cook | Heterosexual | Location: Hallway | Tags: Marc-Anthony||

Deirdre slowly treaded down the familiar hallway, a place she often retreated to when she leaves the kitchen and is by herself. There was this unexplainable feeling of being drawn there in those times for reasons unknown to her. It wasn’t strange to see the spirit just wandering up and down the hallway, often oblivious to her surroundings. This was the case when Marc spotted her, except she became very aware when he called out to her. “Darling!” She called back, blinking and focusing her gaze on her dearest. Her face grew soft and a smile grew as he continued on. “Everyday is always better with you around, my love.” She agreed, remembering the dark time when he was missing and out of her life. She could never go back to those day, never again. His question brought her back to the present and she crossed the space that was between them. “Of course, dear. I am afraid that roaming the halls might be bit boring for you though.” Deirdre said, stopping beside him and looking up but couldn’t help but notice the clock tucked under his arm. “What is that love?” She asked with curiosity, gesturing towards the object.

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

Katheryne nodded when Evan reassured that Mittens shouldn’t be much of an issue, as the cat often was busy doing her own thing. Katie wasn’t sure how to feel about that though, just as she wasn’t sure how she felt about cats yet other than they were furry and kind of cute. Her golden eyes narrowed slightly as Evan went on about how everyone had a right to a place to stay, no matter what. A soft frown formed on her lips but she didn’t say anything other than a soft “Thank you.” Katie watched as the spirit sat Mittens down onto the floor and the cat just laid there, unbothered. The cat watched the werewolf so Katheryne watched back, also interested but was very hesitant to approach or do anything. Her attention was, once again, drawn back to Evan as he told her areas she could explore and whatnot. When he mentioned a trail that lead to town, she stiffened and her eyes grew slightly in fear. “Is this trail often traveled? And is it possible that people pass by here or maybe even try to come to this house?” She questioned nervously, ignoring the fact it seemed like he was trying to possibly dismiss her to her own devices.

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Aerik "Bushman" Gunnarsson
25 yrs / Hybrid / Male / Tags: Viktor
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Bush's body was sinking deeper and deeper into the sea of the unknown, whether or not he was to survive this was up to fate. He continued to walk, listening to the drowning melody of the music played by the man who wanted him dead. His body sunk lower until with a lifted chin, his entire body was under. He had a little bit of his face poking through and he spat and choked on a bit of water.
He stopped suddenly, his eyes widening and he coughed again, finding strength in his arms to try and get himself closer to the surface than before. It was like someone had poured ice water on him as he slept, and he was now waking up. He was gasping and wheezing as he tried to escape the water, backing up towards the shore with his gaze trained on the man who he could only assume, tried to kill him
“Dude!” He shouted out loud, his voice holding only little agitation
“What the heck is going on, what do you think you were trying to do to me??”
He continued to watch the strange man with an equally strange look as he grabbed his soaking wet Akubra from the water and tossed it back to shore towards his case and ran his hands through his longer hair
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Vengal Krishnan
19 yrs / Avian / Male / Tags: Jessica
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Vengal listened to her speak, letting his mind wander with her words. He liked hearing the words, knowing they were true and coming from someone who meant it. This wasnt some adult trying to tell him to walk it off, its just a phase. Dont cry about it, it wont bring them back.
No she was sorry, but she urged him to praise his life. There was no need to take it. He breathed in and out and nodded while calming down a bit.
He understood what she was saying, and he moved his arms to gently wrap around the smaller being with him, hugging the cat demon close. He enjoyed this, he liked having someone to talk to.
“Thank you..” he mumbled while cracking open a single eye, and looking out at the pool that no longer raged. It was calming, just like himself. He found peace, perhaps for a longer time.
“You dont know.. how much it means to me. To hear that someone cares.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose a bit
“But what.. what kind of meaning will we find? I cant.. even think of any form of meaning for my life.. at least not now..”
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Marc-Anthony Amserlen
30 yrs / Automaton / Male / Tags: Deirdre ♥
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Marc-Anthony chuckled and shook his head. He roamed these very halls just as many times as she did, and there was always something new to find or to see. Perhaps it was just him, but he figured he wasnt very observant when it came to walking down the halls.
He then moved alongside her to accompany her downstairs, perhaps if she were to roam then it was to be with him. He led her down the stairs and was mainly headed to the main floor lobby, to head back to his hut.
In that direction, anyways.
But on the way down she noticed his clock and he clicked his tongue softly
“The poor thing died today.. nearly gave me a heart attack. There’s still enough time to fix it..” he sighed while bringing up his arm to check his watch
“I’m going to bring it to my workshop to fix it up, then bring it back. Or not.. I seem to have acquired a strange habit of keeping the Stoker’s clocks.” He chuckled before shrugging
“I do return them.. but only when I’m done with them. Anyways, any luck in the kitchen with that new fellow, Alex? Was it? He seemed quite the little guy. Think he’ll be up for the challenge?” He asked
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𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 Artaxerxes, who is very much
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"Haven't I done enough? There are Red beams pouring into every crevice of the earth, saturating the world, and you say that I'm in direct opposition with Her. I'm standing too far deep in the shade, because I won't submit to the breaking dawn. Is that right? The sun shining into your soul compels you to do this, does it?" The stinging pain and immense pressure of the telekinesis made it hard to compose himself, but the glamour is off. There wasn't any reason for him to hold back. The golden liquid poured down his face, illuminating it. The Artaxerxes standing in the room was one with a younger look about him, without a beard and adorned in jewelry distinctly unlike any of human craftsmanship. There was still a distinct fear in his eyes, but his whole being was focused on walking forwards. LeMarc very quickly became the only thing that he can see.

He gestured fluidly with the baton, and the room seemed to change again. The air was thick, the noise went silent but still pounded in one's ears, and that nauseating sensation turned to one of breathlessness. Every movement was hampered by a sense of moving through water. A bluish smoke filled the room to the brim, but the young man's golden glow still shone as a smear on the smoke. It smelt like seawater. "I'm telling you, you don't know what you're fighting for." A twinge of desperation crept into his words as he watched LeMarc shift, and only then did he see what had become of Franz. She must be close by if she's sending these sorts my way... The chaos and pressure was too much. He was again pressed up against the mess, a broken shard of glass lodging itself in his lower back. Artaxerxes felt like his heart was about to stop. If she got to him, if she found where he was so quickly, what chance did he have? What chance did any of them have? He heaved his chest, shakily creeping back up to a standing position, and readied himself, propping one foot up on a shelf.

Artaxerxes gave a sharp exhale. He didn't have any other choice, did he? Maybe if he took down this one, he'd have more luck in taking out his companion. Even then, what chance did he have to get away? She would be able to find him quickly, days, maybe a week. No. I can't think about that. I have to do this. Before his body could tense up in panic, he cut his hand with the baton, said some sort of incantation, and launched himself off of the shelf to tackle LeMarc with the full weight of his body. He didn't quite manage as well as he could have with the telekinesis pushing his body backwards, halfway knocking the air from his lungs. He raised the baton in one hand, holding on to one of the floorboards with his other. "I don't care what form you take, the Red Sun won't take me alive. You can dig up my corpse when the time comes, when these sick appendages have rotted from my cold skin." A gold light began to fill in the carvings of the baton, running down his arms, and appearing under his thin shirt. Metal. You could even make out scars at his shoulders. But with all of the light, it only further shone that Artaxerxes was not ready to fight. In fact, Artaxerxes's mind had gone entirely blank. The smoke thinned somewhat as his concentration broke, but the silent music seemed to only become louder. It had a sharpness to it, like electricity ringing about in the skull. It escalated in seconds, growing to a crackling white heat.

And it was affecting our stranger as well.

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 10|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags: Mary
It did not take long for the sounds of whimpers and the tossing of the boy to make it through, and bump the mattress times as he did. The reason he barely received any sleep, even revealing itself in this situation. His body twitching slightly with each whimper, eventually he rolled from under the bed, clutching the stuffed tiger tightly enough his knuckles where white. His tail tucked between his legs and his ears folded back against his head.

Vahalasko Stiendler/Sejuna the Djinn of the sand| Currently is Vahl| 22 |Nymph/Djinn| Position:Unknown| Tags: Fal
Vahl pinched his nose in a slight annoyance as the man insisted on trying to follow him around. He was beginning to get rather annoyed, at the butler. Turning on him he frowned slightly,"While I appreciate your help, your presence in itself will make me trying to find what I need difficult for your presence is a distraction. Please leave me be " with that he started walking towards the first tree he saw

[Winchester's Wolf]

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yrus L. 𝔇esdemona- "You don't know what a man's loss is."
43-Male | Grim Reaper | Manor Guest | Homo-None | tags; Wendy
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He flinched a little when the girl said that she was given an ax. And she basically used it as a mere toy. "Sounds like you had fun as a child- I don't remember much of me myself climbing trees, that is because my father prevented my brother and me to do so...I did it anyway- and I couldn't get back down. I think he was more worried about the tree than me carrying something that would provoke someone to kill you," he laughed as he took a glance at Spike and then at the girl, watching as she climbed up the tree with no struggle. While him at the young age of forty-three (well six hundred and seventy years old, but does that really count?), struggled with foot placement. He even wondered how he even climbed the tree himself in the first place.

Cyrus held his breath as the girl continued to climb up the tree, this time getting close to the branch. Once she did, he stared at her, waiting for something bad to happen, and it did. Watching the branch snap, the man sighed heavily to hopefully block out the noise of screaming and loud barking. However, the only thing that sounded was really the dog's barking. There was no scream of pain. Only the soft thud of feet landing onto the ground.

A fake, but genuine, smile broke out on his face as he headed towards the gate and clapping to congratulate her survival. "My, what a graceful landing chère, I might be as well a little envious on your performance. I give you an 8.5," he said as he leaned a little towards the gate, a little tempted to pick the lock so he didn't have to go all the way towards the front. Or if there was a way, Wendy could possibly unlock the gate from the other side? Perhaps. "Do you think you can unlock the gate from that side of you? Or do I have to pick the lock, which I preferably won't do, as to I don't have the proper tools to do so." Okay, he might have hairpins, but there was no way he was going to waste one up just for a gate that one can easily unlock. If it was unlockable from the other side. Plus picking locks was more illegal than trespassing. However, wouldn't that be technically the same thing?... Or wouldn't it work for him as he was a guest from the manor?... But Wendy doesn't know that, and she will not know that. Unless someone gives him away.

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like unlocked doors."
18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; Valac
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As she walked with Valac, her heart heavy with a bit of guilt and her own sadness, she was beginning to think of ways to have someone come to her and follow her to the old manor. There was possibly no one that she could trust, and besides, wouldn't it be worse if someone spotted her talking to someone? That would get her chased out of town. Or well, possibly killed due to the murder she committed not too long ago. Once the two reached the room and Valac sat down in the armchair, thanking her, she could on;t shake her head and slump down right next to one of the arms of the chair. Everest watched as the tiny flames of the fire slowly die out. She padded over towards the fireplace, soon to push the wood a couple of times to allow the flames to grow. She quickly brought her paw back and returned to the chair and Valac, her tail tucked in between her legs and her ears flat, "I'm sorry Valac. I would try to get someone, but what's the use? There's no one out in the forest. And I can't waltz into town, asking that my friend who helped me commit a crime is in need of medical attention. I guess...You'll just have to...rest." Everest plopped down next to the chair again, soon to slowly sink down to the floor, watching the fire.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; Nico + Mary
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The vampire stopped and stood there, silent. He wasn't going to have someone wander on manor grounds carelessly, unlike somone else. He looked at the man before sighing, "Alright then- I'll be in the manor if you need me...". To be honest, the man didn't look like he was able to cause any harm, but ever since he was...sorta scolded from letting someone being alone in a room, he couldn't really trust himself with anybody. But if the man wanted to be alone, then he can be alone. Turning around, Facilier headed over towards the manor and quickly stepped inside, glancing around to see if anyone was around. This manor was big enough to allow some people to forget your presence. Like the unknown guest that he has seen around once or twice. How many guests were in the manor? He shook his head before heading up to his room so he could check on Mary, the thought of food escaping from his mind. He needed to feed that child, but what use of it was now if he had forgotten about it. Facilier traveled down the halls and stopped once his door was left ajar. He used the back of his hand to push the door open, freezing once he spotted Mary curled up on the foot of his bed. Without further hesitation, he quickly took a step in and closed the door, looking around. Mary was sound asleep, so of course, Facilier didn't go to him right away. But he did freeze again once he watched a co-worker of his roll out from underneath the bed, a tiger in his hands. He stared at the child, wondering what possessed him to enter his room. Facilier strode over towards Nico and shook him gently, "Nico."

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Nico + Fal
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tellaluna- *Aggressive Clicking Noises* "Lookie here, how queer."
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.

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 10|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags: Mary and Fal
It would be rather obvious to anyone in the room before Fal had entered that Nico was not exactly in a deep sleep. So all it really took was the butler to touch the boy much less shake and say his name before his eyes shot open in a mix of terror and shock. It was Fal. The cat butler let out a loud squeak as he desperately scrambled up as the drowsiness of sleep had left his system competely. He just needed to get out. Quickly he tried to run pass the man, he was free, he could hide from his wrath and pretend he had seen... his thoughts where loudly interrupted as he ran head first into the door, with a loud thud. Falling back the cat boy's vision was blurry, and it would take a minute for him to recover

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yrus L. 𝔇esdemona- "You don't know what a man's loss is."
43-Male | Grim Reaper | Manor Guest | Homo-None | tags; Wendy
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He flinched a little when the girl said that she was given an ax. And she basically used it as a mere toy. "Sounds like you had fun as a child- I don't remember much of me myself climbing trees, that is because my father prevented my brother and me to do so...I did it anyway- and I couldn't get back down. I think he was more worried about the tree than me carrying something that would provoke someone to kill you," he laughed as he took a glance at Spike and then at the girl, watching as she climbed up the tree with no struggle. While him at the young age of forty-three (well six hundred and seventy years old, but does that really count?), struggled with foot placement. He even wondered how he even climbed the tree himself in the first place.

Cyrus held his breath as the girl continued to climb up the tree, this time getting close to the branch. Once she did, he stared at her, waiting for something bad to happen, and it did. Watching the branch snap, the man sighed heavily to hopefully block out the noise of screaming and loud barking. However, the only thing that sounded was really the dog's barking. There was no scream of pain. Only the soft thud of feet landing onto the ground.

A fake, but genuine, smile broke out on his face as he headed towards the gate and clapping to congratulate her survival. "My, what a graceful landing chère, I might be as well a little envious on your performance. I give you an 8.5," he said as he leaned a little towards the gate, a little tempted to pick the lock so he didn't have to go all the way towards the front. Or if there was a way, Wendy could possibly unlock the gate from the other side? Perhaps. "Do you think you can unlock the gate from that side of you? Or do I have to pick the lock, which I preferably won't do, as to I don't have the proper tools to do so." Okay, he might have hairpins, but there was no way he was going to waste one up just for a gate that one can easily unlock. If it was unlockable from the other side. Plus picking locks was more illegal than trespassing. However, wouldn't that be technically the same thing?... Or wouldn't it work for him as he was a guest from the manor?... But Wendy doesn't know that, and she will not know that. Unless someone gives him away.

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like unlocked doors."
18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; Valac
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As she walked with Valac, her heart heavy with a bit of guilt and her own sadness, she was beginning to think of ways to have someone come to her and follow her to the old manor. There was possibly no one that she could trust, and besides, wouldn't it be worse if someone spotted her talking to someone? That would get her chased out of town. Or well, possibly killed due to the murder she committed not too long ago. Once the two reached the room and Valac sat down in the armchair, thanking her, she could on;t shake her head and slump down right next to one of the arms of the chair. Everest watched as the tiny flames of the fire slowly die out. She padded over towards the fireplace, soon to push the wood a couple of times to allow the flames to grow. She quickly brought her paw back and returned to the chair and Valac, her tail tucked in between her legs and her ears flat, "I'm sorry Valac. I would try to get someone, but what's the use? There's no one out in the forest. And I can't waltz into town, asking that my friend who helped me commit a crime is in need of medical attention. I guess...You'll just have to...rest." Everest plopped down next to the chair again, soon to slowly sink down to the floor, watching the fire.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; Nico + Mary
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Cats, he thought bitterly as he watched Nico run at full force into the door. Facilier wandered over towards the door, and stopped, looking down at Nico. "A bit foolish of you not to acknowledge the door." he said as he picked up the boy and headed back towards his bed, only to place him down. Once Facilier placed the boy down on the bed, he turned around and headed back to the door and paused, "I'll be back- I just have to go get something. Don't you dare move from that spot." And with that, he opened the door, quickly stepped out and headed down towards the kitchen after closing the door.

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Nico + Fal
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tellaluna- *Aggressive Clicking Noises* "Lookie here, how queer."
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.