Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

[Politics]

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xx𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐑𝐗𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞: Library 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Nobody!
𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 And so, out of sheer
politeness, Artaxerxes ventures
out to subside his now-growing,
extremely intense boredom. Fun!

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Artaxerxes is many things, but he is not an impolite man. He can tell there is a special sort of concern in LeMarc's face that, historically, Artaxerxes has only seen in married men. Who is he, a fellow who hasn't even kept a relationship going for much longer than a lazy summer(at least, in the past few decades), supposed to weigh in on such matters of eternal union? I mean, he has certainly fancied folks in said matters of eternal union, but there is a time and a place for ruining marriages. He leaves a note addressed to the two lovebirds, which goes as follows:
To Mr. and Mr. Stoker,
Though I am greatly pleased to see that you are in good condition, I do not want to encroach on your privacy, and as such I will be waiting in the foyer until called upon. Best wishes.

Now that he's taken care of that, he's free to wander off without at all indicating his whereabouts. First, however, he leaves Sídhe to catch the calls of the Stokers, so he knows to reappear. Now we can go. Firstly, Artaxerxes closely inspects the upholstery in the game room, then wanders off to the library. All the while, a light tune follows him, swirling in the air, smiling in the hearts of whomever listens to it. Eventually, he weaves his way into the library, and can be found reclined in an armchair by the fire, carefully thumbing through an old taxonomy book. The wounds heal, slowly, as they stop bleeding. They thread together like melted metal, pulling together the ripped skin with a translucent golden substance. It glows faintly against the long shadow the man's figure cast.

[~ moth ~]

[ｗｅｎｄｙ..ｆｒａｙ]

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[twenty two] [female] [human] [bisexual] [townsfolk] [location, bathroom] [mentions, none] [tags, cyrus]
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possibly, but everyone on break at the exact same time? that seems unlikely to me. though cyrus could be right. if there wasn't much to do the staff may be pent up in their rooms or lazing about on this rainy day. shrugging wendy took a moment to think about cyrus's question about what spike was going to retrieve. anything, i suppose. he could come back with whatever this manor has to offer. a book from the library, i bet there are statuettes around here that he could snag, or possibly run into someone and lead them to us. or he may come back with nothing but a happy grin on his face. we've only done this exercise when he knows there is something to bring back to me so who knows what he'll find. though she trailed off as cyrus started talking about which books would pose well as a weapon. of course and encyclopedia, dictionary, or thesaurus would cause damage, they're heavy and thick, she thought to herself but let cyrus continue his pondering. wait, did he just say he had a leather bound book hat added pages to itself every now and then? she gave him a questioning sideways glance at his mention of this book. either he was joking or was being serious, and it was hard to tell when it came to him. but her suspicions were rising with each muttering such as that. she gave a chuckle at his smiting joke, but it was somewhat forced as her mind was stuck to his magical book he supposedly had. ever since she met him wendy had gotten weird vibes, and she thought that was only because cyrus is a cryptic and strange man, but she had also wondered if he wasn't completely human himself throughout her time with him. now she was starting to lean toward the latter. i say we can test the dropping of books later, but for now we should continue searching for what i came here for. wendy had yet to tell cyrus why she had broken into the manor and what she was looking for, though with her guard up about him she might just lie about the truth if he happened to ask.




spike | three | male | pit-bull | mentions ; none | tags ; stellaluna
the pit-bull watched the small, fuzzy creature with interest. he was excited to learn what she was as she spoke, but instead he got his question thrown right back at him. it was like fetch. how? he had a vague explanation to that. he had brought the ball to this animal, the balling being his question, and the creature threw it back at him. thus making this conversation like a game of fetch. a perfect comparison really. i'm a dog, a pit-bull actually. maybe some other breeds mixed in but i don't know. what are you? he asked again, his tail wagging from side to side behind him. he quizzically stared at the creature. a big rat perhaps? he didn't actually know what rats looked like since he had never seen one before, so maybe she was a rat! though, were rats whitish in color? again, he had no clue what rats looked like so maybe she wasn't a rat at all.



[ｓｔｅｌｌａ..ｓｋｙｅ]
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[eighteen] [female] [vampire angel hybrid] [pansexual] [guest] [location, town] [mentions, none] [tags, arc]
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walking beside arc, stella glanced around at the people out and about during the overcast and slightly rainy day. honestly there were more people around than she thought there would be. not many enjoyed being out in rain, but she supposed since the rain was coming and going it was tolerable. stella didn't mind the rain all that much since she could easily direct the water away from her body so she wouldn't get wet. no umbrella was really needed but it was somewhat suspicious looking that she had no umbrella was was completely dry. so as to not look suspicious if i was ever raining out stella would either bring an umbrella with her or tolerate getting soaked. however no umbrella was needed now since the rain was stopped and seemed to be passing. she listened to what arc had to said, and she didn't like what she was hearing. stella wasn't too fond of arcs father. she had never met the man before but the things arc has told her about him tends to push her buttons. already stella was getting worked up about what he was telling her even though it was a common occurrence for parents to push their children into the same direction that they went with their lives. that's bull. he should respect how you want your life to go, it's not his life to dictate. you're an adult not a child. you should tell him so, stand up for yourself arc. huffing angrily stella crossed her arms, looking at the other teen as he spoke the last part. are you joking? arc, you're the nicest, most genuine and sincere person i have ever met. i doubt that you'll ever end up anything close to being like your father. maybe when they reached arcs house stella will give that man a piece of her mind, not exactly thinking of the possible consequences of her actions.



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[seventy, looks twenty-ish] [male] [spirit] [demi-pansexual] [homeless] [location, old cabin] [mentions, none] [tags, katheryne]
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placing the chairs along the walkway evan set them up so they were facing each other but with a gap between them so there was still room for someone to walk along the path. there was a bit of pep in his step, barely noticeable but there. giddy, he felt so giddy right now. moving his gaze to katheryne as she spoke evan realized how childish he must be acting. he had been running around gathering chairs and a basket with a new found excitement. this excitement fueled by childhood memories that he just barely remembered and now were trying to hold onto. however that was how he felt, like a child, and katies statement was quite accurate in how he was feeling. a rare occurrence happened at his feeling of joy. evan smiled a small but genuine smile at katie. it had been a long time since he had last smiled and it felt unnatural but good. i guess you could say that i am an excited kid right now. he agreed with her, taking a look around the garden. there were a number of flowers that could be picked, all so beautiful that evan was unsure if he even wanted to pluck them from the earth. some of the flowers were more plentiful than other so he didn't want to pick ones that there were only a few of. at the same time there were clusters of different flowers such as roses (in many different colors such as red, pink, and white), the most abundant flora in the garden, in many different colors too such as red, pink, and white. however evan figured he should wait a minute before he started on a flower chain since he first needed to learn how to make one. once again looking to katie the spirit said, i'm ready too, but i have no idea what i'm doing.

[Squirrelstar123]

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

Larkin was about to say that he was fine when LeMarc rushed over to examine him. Lark had frozen, just watching the other man as his hand gently ran over Larkin to check or any wounds or injury. He didn’t notice how close they had been until the butler smiled at the fact that he was alright and gave him a fond look. His breath caught in his throat when LeMarc reached up and brush his hand across Lark’s cheek. A slight blush creeped across Larkin’s cheeks and he turned as LeMard pulled away, clearing his throat a little. Perhaps as an attempt to actually to remind himself how to breathe again, or maybe to snap himself out of it. Upon response about his uncle, Larkin’s eyes fall to the slumped body on the ground that was still in front of him. He quickly became more serious again and crouched down a little to make sure that Franz was still ‘alive’. “What do you think we should do..? I am not sure how much longer we can try to restrain and hide him away anymore. I wish.. It was possible to bring him back..” Larkin muttered, although he wasn’t sure what Franz was like when the vampire was sane since his uncle was always this way in Lark’s life.

||Adelia Lewis | 18 | Human | Maid | Heterosexual | Location: Hallway | Tags: Fal||

Adelia was taken aback by his response, even so far as actually taking a step back as well. “Oh, well.. Uh.. I suppose not.” She sputtered, unsure of how to respond to his rude response. The human shuffled her feet a little in embarrassment and hugged the book closer to her, glancing to the side for a few seconds. “I didn’t mean to offend or upset you. I just wanted to make sure you were alright, mister.” Adelia apologized, rather nervously and gave him an remorseful look.

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

Deirdre giggles along with him at his joke. She found him amusing most of the time, although she will admit some jokes aren’t always the best. “Well if it’s only going to be for a little while longer... Then why not scroll around and see all the amazing sights, together, before it fades? It will probably be the last time I am going to see something like magical in a while.” She suggested, looking at him to see what he thought. It wasn’t until after the fact that she realized how ironic of her use of ‘magical’. While it was made from magic, she meant it in the sense of the otherworldly sights.

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

Katheryne followed Evan with her eyes, watching as he set everything up for the activity. Admittedly, she never used chairs or even a basket for this wort of thing but there was nothing wrong with a different experience. When Evan gave her a small smile at her statement, she felt a few different feelings that took over her. Glee that the spirit had temporarily lost his rather emotionless features. A wanting to make him smile even more. Also just a slight joy that spread to her, despite actually not being initially excited as he was. It wasn't an uncommon or weird feeling for her but she hadn't felt this way for a long time. A pleased smile made it's way across Katie's face, returning a smile back at Evan. "Ah, well.. Now we search for some flowers to pick. It shouldn't be that hard since the garden is practically full of them." She responded, looking over at a patch of Gerberas that she had seen earlier. Strolling over to them, she knelt down and started to pick the good but also the much smaller flowers from the base of the plant. She noticed some aster nearby and did the same thing to them, holding then out for Evan as she went so he could put it in the basket.

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Marc-Anthony Amserlen
30 yrs / Automaton / Male / Tags: Deirdre ♥
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Marc-Anthony thought he was funny sometimes. He raised an eyebrow and while listening to her, moved close and wrapped an arm around her waist. She wished to see the rest of the area and he nodded. While he only knew of this area being open, he wasn't too sure of what else lay beyond the trees. He didn't even know if the spell was cast that far. Luckily he had someone there to help him explore and answer the questions he had
"Well of course! This was for you, and you alone. I'd go with you anywhere you want to go." he replied while moving to walk with her around the area to take in such beautiful sights. He had the ability to leave and explore anywhere he wanted. Deirdre did not have such pleasures.
He kept quiet, leaving silence to take up residence between them and the occasional soft tick tocking of his metal heart.
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Arc Heilburg-Ludwig
18 yrs / Human / Male / Tags: Stella
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Arc turned his head back to her as she spoke and he listened. He really didn't want to turn out like his dad, because he wasn't his dad. He didn't want to be a doctor, or anything important. He just wanted to live his life, he wanted to be free. Stella spoke up then about him and he chuckled, feeling his cheeks go rosy a little. It had been such a long time since he had heard anything like that. It felt nice.
"Zhank you, Stella.. I appreciate zhe kindness." he chuckled while biting his lip.
"I just feel like if I attempt to say anyzhing against him... he'd punish me. I really do care about my fazzher.. he's getting older und I don't know how much longer he has. I'm an only child vhis no mozzer so he's.. he's my only family." he explained with a shrug
"I guess.. I don't vant to lose him."
He raised an eyebrow and looked back over to her
"You get it? Like.. I just don't know.. I'm on ze fence.."
He exhaled and lowered his head while staring at his shoes for a bit as they walked and shivered slightly. It was a bit chilly. He hoped it didn't start raining soon..
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Aerik "Bushman" Gunnarsson
25 yrs / Hybrid / Male / Tags: Viktor + Eadygd
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Bush was getting scared now. The woman was coming closer and talking straight towards Vik. He had to eventually back up, staggering out of the water and onto the shore where he fell onto his butt and sat in the mud just watching the two with wide eyes. They were curious beings, he felt like he should have been a part of them. Yet at the same time another part of him was scared, not knowing what to do.
He fixed his Akubra on his head and crossed his arms over his chest while watching, for now, staying out of the way.
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Vengal Krishnan
19 yrs / Avian / Male / Tags: Alex
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Vengal chuckled lightly and shrugged. Perhaps this was a good thing, then. He sat there glancing back at the man and watched as he looked over his wings. He couldn't help but stare at the guy as he became entranced by his wings. He was so cute.. a real 10/10. He too lost his train of thought until he realized he had been staring and Alex had said something to him
"Hm? Oh.. yeah I can fly," he began while smiling and turning back around to face him "My bones are much lighter than a human's.. so I'm able to get off the ground. That and my wings are amazingly strong."
He chuckled again and lowered his head as he became a little embarrassed. He never got to talk about himself so personally to someone, and actually enjoyed it.
"I have a bit of both parents in me.. I guess. I got the good bits of 'em."
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Hershel Grey Holm
27 yrs / Human / Male / Tags: Rose
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Hershel breathed in and out before smiling again. He lifted his head to look at the horse that she was riding and slowly nodded. He was okay, and would be okay. There was no telling what other trouble he'd get into later
"Oh yes I'll be perfectly fine." he hummed while approaching her at the side and holding a hand out.
"My name is Professor Hershel Holm, but as we are acquainted now, you can call me Hershel." he chuckled
"You did.. nearly smush my hat but, I won't hold it against you. It was all my fault, I assure you."
He smiled up at her and tilted his head
"A pleasure to meet you."
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[Winchester's Wolf]

Stellaluna•Spike

As she was waiting for a response from the giant creature, she tried to wiggle her way out the hole. However, she paused when the great creature responded to her question. “A mixed pitbull dog? Well, this is the first I have see a dog of your kind!” She chirped as she finally managed to squeeze through the hole, tearing a bit of her right wing in the process. But she didn’t acknowledge it as she tumbled next to Spike’s paw. Stellaluna scooted back before looking up and blinking at the dog. “Now what am I? I’m a bat, of course! A ghost bat... not the spooky ghost.” She giggled softly before moving back more to the wall, her eyes still on Spike. “You are gigantic. I wonder what it’s like to be big. Is it fun?” She asked, blinking at the dog.


Facilier•Addy

He watched as she took a step back, but he soon followed, glaring at her. However, it took him a bit to realize what he was doing. He paused and took a step back and sighed, “It’s- alright- just... I’m just irritated, that’s all.” Facilier looked over towards the side, “And stop calling me mister, I’m not a part of this manor as a guest or one of the Stoker’s, I do have a name.” Facilier shifted a little and crossed his arms, one hand resting at his side, “As do you. Addy, isn’t it?” He asked, raising a brow. The butler has noticed the book in her grasp as well. He wondered of what the book was, but he didn’t question her about it as it seemed unimportant right now.

Mary• Nico

He looked at him and started to ponder. He took this moment to look at the stuff animals, both the tiger, or was it a tabby cat? Who knows, the loss of information was too overbearing to look back. Mary then looked at the lamb that he held close to him. “How about we make something up about the stuffed animals?” He asked, holding the lamb up, smiling softly. He shifted around until he was able to sit on his knees, placing the lamb in between Nico and himself. He then looked at Nico, “Do you wish to start or do you want me to start?” He asked, blinking a little.

[Good.Pointe]

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 | 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝟐𝟎 | 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐲) | 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞 | 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧

xxxxx𝒮he smiled politely. "I'm sorry, I should have been watching more closely myself," she replied, now fully taking in Hershel's appearance. Heterochromia, a rarity, and yet, someone now stood before her, with the same rare eye color as her own.
Rose hesitated, but finally took the gentleman's hand, giving a firm handshake, and releasing. "My name is Rose. I'm newer in town. It's a pleasure to meet you, too."
She shook off her nerves and swung her leg over, getting off of Knight in one swift movement.
"Don't mind Knight, he had a rough time before I got him. He still gets skittish around new people," she added, moving toward her gelding's head and moving him to stand by her side. She rubbed her horse's face fondly, giving him a genuine smile. He helped her hold her life together, and she made sure he knew it.
"So, Hershel.. you said you're a professor, what do you teach?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. She straightened her shirt out and adjusted her hair.

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xxxxx𝕂night now stood somewhat calmly, listening to his human and the man that was now growing closer. He watched intently out of the corner of his eye, but still stayed still. After all, Rose wouldn't let him get hurt. She never did let him get hurt. He felt Rose shift her weight and slide off, and he used that to sidestep away from Hershel. When Rose grabbed his reins, he simply obeyed her, lowering his head to be level with her shoulder. He loved her attentiveness toward him, and closed his eyes in full trust of Rose. He knew she wasn't talking to him, but her voice soothed his nerves anyway. He was in good hands, and he knew it well.

[MacabreSmile]

Prince of the Damned|LeMarc|Head Butler|Half-Demon|Tagged: Lark

Focusing on the problem at hand would be the only way not to continue blushing up a storm. LeMarc frowns, staring down at the old vampire. Truthfully, he wants to put Franz out of his misery. He'd lived for so long, and seemed so tormented now, it would be a mercy killing.
However, LeMarc recognizes that this is perhaps not the time to suggest this plan. Ethically, he is not supposed to see death as the first choice. He's supposed to be tactful...Besides, Larkin is fond of his family and the last thing LeMarc wants is to see Larkin upset.

"Perhaps...Perhaps we can." This was a horrible idea. LeMarc, shut your mouth. "It may be the time to consult the other vampiric members of your family, sir."

Resident Scholar|Franz Joseph|Attic Hermit|Vampire|Tagged: he's unconscious idk

Franz's body is ultimately unresponsive and shows no signs of living, but then again he is a vampire.

Lady of the Lake|Eadgyd|Edith|Homeless|Kelpie|Tagged: 'some stupid northerner', 'stolen prey'

If Eadgyd wasn't trying to be intimidatingly she would snort again at the kid falling in the mud. That's hilarious! She merely let's a breath slip out, holding back her laughter.
This was super annoying, though. Ugh, the mortal was a wimp and this...Creature was so infuriating! It was obvious to her what he was doing here, at her lake. He wanted it for himself! Well, she doesn't want to share!
"Well then," Eadgyd drops the nice act and places both her hands on her hips, stepping closer to the northman till they stand toe to toe. "If yee are just fixin a lute, then you can do tha elsewhere, yeh?" She bares her teeth, raising a hand to poke the whatever in the middle of his chest harshly.

[frostykitty]

Alexander | Tagged; Vengal
Alexander doesn’t notice that Vegan was staring at all. Quite the opposite, he was afraid he was beginning to stare and making his friend uncomfortable. When Vengal turns around, the vampire straightens up and returns to his cooking, staying close by Vengal and glancing up at him often.
“That’s awesome, honestly...!” He giggles softly, “I imagine they are! It takes a lot to do that. I used to be interested in physics and engineering an’ aeronautics as a kid. I wanted to build space rockets and planes...” Alexander shakes his head and rolls his eyes, glancing at Vengal again. “I like simple things better, and they’re far less expensive.”

Viktor | Tagged; Eadgyd, Bush
Viktor watches, observing with a perturbed expression on his pale face. He does not laugh or become entertained when the man falls backside, he feels nothing towards it. He now saw this man on his side against this power. And something to easily throw into her way if he had to hightail it out of this place.
He feels a slight lump in his throat as the woman approaches him, but he decides to dismiss it as attraction rather than fear and stands his ground. He listens to her out of respect but when she jabs at him, he bares his teeth in a scowl as well.
“First of all!” He starts, pointing to the sky, “It’s not a lute! Those things are hideous and sound horrid!” He gestures to the instrument he’s holding and narrows his glowing eyes. “This is a Violin! Not a lute. Second!”
He points indignantly at the waterlily bobbing on the surface of the lake a few meters away. “Second, this is my area! I’ve claimed it, and you can do nothing about it, m’lady. There was no one here who told me I couldn’t, so now it’s mine. I can be here as long as I wish!”

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[twenty two] [female] [human] [bisexual] [townsfolk] [location, bathroom] [mentions, none] [tags, cyrus]
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possibly, but everyone on break at the exact same time? that seems unlikely to me. though cyrus could be right. if there wasn't much to do the staff may be pent up in their rooms or lazing about on this rainy day. shrugging wendy took a moment to think about cyrus's question about what spike was going to retrieve. anything, i suppose. he could come back with whatever this manor has to offer. a book from the library, i bet there are statuettes around here that he could snag, or possibly run into someone and lead them to us. or he may come back with nothing but a happy grin on his face. we've only done this exercise when he knows there is something to bring back to me so who knows what he'll find. though she trailed off as cyrus started talking about which books would pose well as a weapon. of course and encyclopedia, dictionary, or thesaurus would cause damage, they're heavy and thick, she thought to herself but let cyrus continue his pondering. wait, did he just say he had a leather bound book hat added pages to itself every now and then? she gave him a questioning sideways glance at his mention of this book. either he was joking or was being serious, and it was hard to tell when it came to him. but her suspicions were rising with each muttering such as that. she gave a chuckle at his smiting joke, but it was somewhat forced as her mind was stuck to his magical book he supposedly had. ever since she met him wendy had gotten weird vibes, and she thought that was only because cyrus is a cryptic and strange man, but she had also wondered if he wasn't completely human himself throughout her time with him. now she was starting to lean toward the latter. i say we can test the dropping of books later, but for now we should continue searching for what i came here for. wendy had yet to tell cyrus why she had broken into the manor and what she was looking for, though with her guard up about him she might just lie about the truth if he happened to ask.




spike | three | male | pit-bull | mentions ; none | tags ; stellaluna
Looking at the small creature with big eyes spike watched as she squeezed herself through the hole, noticing in the process all the strange features she had. Wings! She had wings! One of which she tore, which concerned the pitbull. But the winged creature was even stranger looking than anything he’d ever seen before. Not exactly bird like but not not bird like either. your wing! You just ripped it, don’t you need it to be unripped to fly? he worridly said with a soft whine. He knew that when he chased bugs with wings that they needed their wings to be unscathed to allow them to fly, so he assumed this same idea worked for birds and … bats. Apparently she was something called a bat. i’ve never seen a bat before, you definitely don’t look like the type of bat that hits a ball. it wasn’t exactly an attempt at a joke, but his words may have come off as one. Shifting back into a sitting position spike said, oh being so big isn’t all that bad! I get stuck in places a lot and wendy has to help me out. Like one time i got me head stuck in a fence and she had to get me free. I knock stuff over too and wendy gets angry, but always forgives me. What’s it like being so small? he asks with a tilt of his head.



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[eighteen] [female] [vampire angel hybrid] [pansexual] [guest] [location, town] [mentions, none] [tags, arc]
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Stella kept her mouth shut as arc spoke again, listening to what he had to say as she tried to keep a hold on her anger. However as he spoke stella couldn’t help but get frustrated even more at what she was hearing. Arc shouldn’t feel scared of his father, especially not for speaking against what his father would rather hear. Nor did she find it right that he was sticking for his father's sake instead of his own doing. If stella were in arcs shoes she would speak her mind and leave, but that’s what she didn’t realize, she had a hard time putting herself in the perspective of others so she didn’t fully understand what was going on in arcs brain or his full situation. if you won’t stand up to him then i’ve got a few choice words to say to him, she muttered. Looking up at him as he told her that he was on the fence with his choices stella placed a hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him. family doesn’t just have to be blood relatives, arc. I get that you don’t wanna leave him, but you can always visit him. There’s such a thing called a phone that’s used for communication. stella probably wasn’t the best person to be handing out advice, quite honestly the least qualified to be doing so, but she was trying to get arc to see that he had more options than pleasing his father



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[seventy, looks twenty-ish] [male] [spirit] [demi-pansexual] [homeless] [location, old cabin] [mentions, none] [tags, katheryne]
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Evan nodded along as katie explained to him that they pick flowers now, an easy enough step. Holding the basket close evan followed after katie to a patch of flowers, and in his wake mittens followed with a curious look in her blue eyes. Kneeling beside her as she did he watched her pick flowers and drop them into the basket, then he followed her over to another patch of flowers, although this time mittens stayed behind and playfully batted and chewed at the flowers, making small purring and grunting noises as she did. Evan figured he should help pick flowers. Setting the basket on the ground between him and katheryne evan reached out to grab the stem of a flower, however to his dismay his fingers passed harmlessly through the stem. Realization of his mistake came crashing down on evan. He had gotten so caught up in the idea of doing something besides sitting around all day that he had forgotten the one thing that had been dictating his entire afterlife, he can’t touch living beings. Putting his hands to his face evan shot to his feet and groaned loudly, annoyed and frustrated at his own stupidity. Stepping back from the flowers he pulled his hands away from his face, balled his fists and started kicking at the flowers, however his feet simply passed through the flora as if he weren’t there. An angry expression had covered up his smile, his jaw clenched and eyes intense. stupid stupid stupid! Agh how could i of been so stupid! why! he yelled, though it sounded as if he were chastising himself for forgetting inability to touch living beings, evan was actually yelling at himself for getting himself killed all those years ago. He blamed himself and after fifty years of feeling nothing his emotions were pouring out. Tears streamed down his face as he continued to kick at the flowers in vain.

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞: Bathroom 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Wendy, Cyrus
𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 And so, out of sheer
politeness, Artaxerxes ventures
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...Artaxerxes is very bored. He loves natural science, truly and dearly, but there is really no way that he could keep swirling his brain with the vivid greens and reds of Linnaeus. In fact, Artaxerxes would rather die. He doesn't know why the last fellow decided taxonomy was mind-blowingly interesting... perhaps because it primed him for mischief, every time, without fail. You sly dog, cadaver. He gets right up, pulls his cloak back over his shoulders, and leaves the book of taxonomy right where he left it...but not before having a bit of fun. The cloak jingles with every shift of movement, sending a spiral of shimmer of light, chiming music into the air as he walks. With this, he pulls out Sídhe, and, accompanying the noise of the cloak, he plays a twinkling tune. Now, whomever opens this book next will be overcome with love for the first person they see...but only if it's someone they absolutely despise. Have fun.

With that out of the way and a low, melodic chuckle echoing down the hall(sounding...very evil), Artaxeres is ready to go explore. He has to check out some of the rooms beyond the expansive foyer and entertaining spaces, so now it's time to check out the littler rooms. He walks just confidently enough that nobody would quite question why he's there. After some thorough judgement of the consistency of the vaguely victorian atmosphere, he is ready to get equally nosy and poke in to the bathrooms. He is hoping he won't find very much cream coloured mar-

...Oh. People that look equally out of place. "Ah...whoops. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything. Just trying to find the key to the hidden collection of ancient vampiric texts." He gives an apologetic smile and a light laugh, accompanied by the twinkling of his cloak as he pulls it up some off the ground. You can see the steel rods in place of his bones move from under his shirt as he rests a hand on the doorframe. "Unless, that is, you're also here for just that. In which case..." He makes a very bad finger gun and a little 'bang!' sound effect to boot. "(Joking, of course. I don't carry a handgun)." Artaxerxes, no. That was terrible.