Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

[Your Nerdy Friend]

Ariane Stoker II Human/?? II Tags: Larkin
Shifting her weight impatiently from one foot to another, Ariane sighed, the headache which had been prominent minutes ago returning to it's leading state of excruciating intensiveness. "Lark, please tell me we have someone that can pick me up." She complained, voice rough with the fact she had only woken up minutes ago. She tried to regain at least some of the stability she had felt when she woke up, the evidence of a night filled with frothy mugs of liquid and drinking song showing itself in her sentences, words at interleaves that seemed random enough to imply that she had been unconscious most of the night "I really need a ride home. I get that it was irresponsible to be out, but I am really not having a good morning." She anticipated what she could only assume would be the answer to her request, disappointment evident in most days like this. At the moment, however, she didn't really care. Ariane would usually resist admitting to any fault of her own, her pride making the difference in conversations, but at her worst she gave in. She would acknowledge her fault here if that meant she would be able to easily get back to the manor, and spend the day she so longed for under the silken blankets of her bedroom.

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xx001 Entrance, 002 Tense, 003 Facilier,
004 𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 The stranger just can't
get with of this whole 'time is when
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"Ah. Sorry again, linear time like this is sort of confusing. Lead the way." The stranger waited on the staircase, pausing before realizing he shouldn't have known to come up like that. Upon further notice, nary a drop of the rain was still on him, and his curls had regained their nearly statue-like shape in soft crescents about his face. One hand gave an apologetic wave, with the other setting the bird on his shoulder opposite his violin strap. The case itself had a silver symbol on the warm mahogany wood, that might've been seen as he adjusted said strap. It wasn't the familiar plastic case of the modern day for sure. Though, maybe my sense of direction is the real curse of mine, and hopes to kill me with embarrassment for stumbling too far in here... The man's thoughts seemed to ease a little when the bird rubbed fondly against his forearm.

Due to his long legs, the man's footsteps were slow behind Facilier, despite being quite close behind. Just close enough that when the great hawk-eagle decided to perch out on the man's leather gloves instead, it's massive wings brushing against the butler's shoulder. You could hear a low hum of disapproval from the man, and the bird seemed to...respond? It quickly closed it's wins and stuck up one leg for a moment. As they returned to silence, the stranger returned to looking about the place, and you could very nearly feel some of the tension in his body relax. He paid great mind to the structure of the house, looking out the window and almost audibly letting his brain flicker with thoughts. There was a worry to it - which wasn't unexpected - but it was nothing but the look of a trained eye, tracing out the edges and curves, feeding them back to an emboldened imagination.

The bird, now sitting on the lapels of the man's double-breasted coat(of considerable quality, though it was falling off his shoulders in a way that lended the imagination to some roguish, swashbuckling romantic that midcentury cinema so adored), extended a wing behind the stranger's head. It was at this time that - If Facilier so wished to look down the giant again - any sensible person would think that this man was a pirate. From the loose shirt to the copious piercings and somewhat sea-swept hair, It was a near disappointment that boots were tucked into his pants where a peg leg should've been. But that was really only a silly daydream. Right?

[Winchester's Wolf]

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; Oisin
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Facilier's head went down a little once the giant apologized once more. How many times is he going to apologize...? he thought as raised his head a little once something brushed his shoulders. He didn't want to question it- which it could be obvious that it was the bird that was remained perched on the man's hand. Although, he took the time to glance back to a) make sure that the man was still following- which was a bit too close for personal comfort b) glare at the bird that was now perched on that man's coat and c) see that the giant's current appearance made him look like a pirate. Faiciler, a little unamused, turned his head back to look what was in front of him. Luckily it wasn't any tables that held vases or anyone else. The last thing he needed was to clean up a vase that was knocked over because of him. "Who were you running from, if you don't mind me asking?". Facilier rolled his eyes, pretty much humans were the obvious answers, but he could also been running away from a humanoid. Who knows?

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Arc
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As Mary continued down the streets, he stared down at the flower, trying to remember what type it was. He has seen it before, many times before, but it seemed that the name was forgotten. Maybe he should've asked his father before he left, otherwise this task would've been eas-. Mary paused and looked over once someone shouted something that didn't seem all familiar to him either. What kind of gibberish was it? He turned around to see a man, that was probably as tall as his father, if not probably taller, rush over to him, soon to stoop down to his own height. He stared at the man as he spoke more clearly, words like his own. Mary continued to stare at the man, unblinking as he asked if he was alright, soon to ask if he had hurt him anywhere. The child smiled and shook his head, following by a simple "Bon.". That wasn't right. "Nom." Mary looked away, glaring at the streets as if it was its fault for not saying 'no' right. It was simple, really. Sighing, Mary turned his head back towards the man, shaking his head 'no' once more, the glare still resting on his face. He then soon returned his gaze to the paper that he was holding, soon to fold it over, pressing down on the fold, making a crease on the paper. He soon shoved the paper back into his shorts pocket. He looked back at the man and took one slight step back.

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xx𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

xx001 Entrance, 002 Tense, 003 Facilier,
004 𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 The stranger just can't
get with of this whole 'time is when
one thing comes after the other' deal.

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The man paused thoughtfully, both in taking a moment to further himself from the butler and to think of how to best approach the question. His mind drifted from the bird to the window, eyes following, studying a thought it seemed he could reach out and pull out of the sky where he stared. "There is a creature made of ivory and sunlight that preys upon human sensibilities, creeping in peripheral as haze and smoke. It keeps dreams from the summer sun like a fragrant field of night. There is little sacred to this creature. She is the weaver of reverie, and looks to be rid of her works as fickle flicker of rain does on days like these." The deep melody of his voice almost gave his words a flavor of poetry, but a puzzle was a closer word. "The kind of creature that permeates the soul like a thick miasma, leaving the dispassionate shells in her wake once it's particular fever burns through the body." There was a queer sort of sorrow that shone in his voice; his voice lent itself to melancholy by default, it seemed. His bright eyes rung with a similar sentiment. The fear had since faded, but in it's place was a grief just as strong. Perhaps the waves had not been so kind to him, if he was the nautical sort he looked to be. Though, he smiled a little. Just lopsided enough to border a smirk, but there was little mischief in him now. "...But there's a tragic sort of humor to be made in the face of such adversities. If I am not to be felled by her, I suppose it would be in my best interest to indulge in it."

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; Oisin
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He listened and waited for him to finish. He almost felt a little bad for the giant for whoever was chasing him. "My, my, I didn't ask for a poem, I asked who was chasing you. But I'm guessing that it was a humanoid since you said that she 'preys upon human'...something." he muttered softly, not trying to be rude in any way. Honestly, he didn't know that other humanoids would attack others...unless the giant is a human and this whole time he has been around a human...which slowly started to put him in a bad mood. Facilier soon stopped and looked around, this wasn't familiar at all to him. He turned on his heels before making his way back down the hall, "My mistake, probably going the wrong way.". He glanced at the walls, soon taking a different path down another hall that was a bit familiar to him. Now he might be a little lost, but he wasn't going to truly admit it. He glanced back to make sure the giant was still following, but slowed down in case the giant needed to catch up.

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Arc
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As Mary continued down the streets, he stared down at the flower, trying to remember what type it was. He has seen it before, many times before, but it seemed that the name was forgotten. Maybe he should've asked his father before he left, otherwise this task would've been eas-. Mary paused and looked over once someone shouted something that didn't seem all familiar to him either. What kind of gibberish was it? He turned around to see a man, that was probably as tall as his father, if not probably taller, rush over to him, soon to stoop down to his own height. He stared at the man as he spoke more clearly, words like his own. Mary continued to stare at the man, unblinking as he asked if he was alright, soon to ask if he had hurt him anywhere. The child smiled and shook his head, following by a simple "Bon.". That wasn't right. "Nom." Mary looked away, glaring at the streets as if it was its fault for not saying 'no' right. It was simple, really. Sighing, Mary turned his head back towards the man, shaking his head 'no' once more, the glare still resting on his face. He then soon returned his gaze to the paper that he was holding, soon to fold it over, pressing down on the fold, making a crease on the paper. He soon shoved the paper back into his shorts pocket. He looked back at the man and took one slight step back.

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xx001 Entrance, 002 Stressed, 003 Facilier,
004 𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 The only downside to
the stranger's cryptic speech is that
puns are easier to make when people
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Following along with Facilier, the stranger thought they were likely to have missed the right turn a hallway or so down. The only real benefit of having your internal clock set in nonlinear time was that you could almost predict the future, though there's a chance it was just the past, and he was going mad. Nevertheless! He thought it was almost funny to consider the creature of ivory and sunlight to be a human, or anything like it. "Well, that's what I'm trying to say. In simplest terms, she is not anywhere to human, really. More of...ah...an abstract concept with sentience? I have seen her emulate the human form once before. But that was a very long time ago. Too long for the land of continuum, so far out of numerals." The man sighed, the hawk-eagle giving him a nudge with it's beak. "I would suppose it is larger than it looks, then. Do you have secret passageways, for your staff?" The stranger again had the feeling that they should turn around, taking a step to another hallway and looking over before continuing to follow. Perhaps that was only a notion of the distant past, though. He couldn't know.

[MacabreSmile]

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

LeMarc returns Larkin's smile with one of his own...Well, calling it a smile is pushing it, but his lips do turn up enough to convey emotion. Typically this is moment when they would trade morning civilities and information, which is admittedly one of LeMarc's more preferred moments of the day. He frowns when the phone rings, denied his right to civil morning small talk, and decides to busy himself pouring the man a mug of coffee. After years of working for him, he knew exactly how Larkin preferred his morning drink, although how he kept the coffee at such a constant, hot temperature was beyond most. Oh how insulted his brethren would be if they found out he was using his demonic powers to heat a mortal's coffee. Not that they will ever find that out...Or anyone, for that matter. Best no one know, not even Larkin. LeMarc sets down the coffee in front of his boss with a nod.

Resident Scholar|Franz Joseph|Attic Hermit|Vampire|Tagged: Nimbus

"Okay?" Franz parrots. "Okay okay okay? Fine, fine, just fine old pal. We're so so close...So close...Jamal? When did the cat learn how to read? No no we dont need vinegar, the acid will just..." The addled mind o the Vampire is obviously in a bit of a haze right now. He continues to go through book after book, creating an ever growing pile on the floor. "No no no, I think not dear Isabelle! Where are we to gain arsenic at such an hour? No no, we must find a...A here is one!" Amidst all his books, Franz apparently finds what he's looking for. "Have Charles bring the next patient to the atrium. We shall commence the study there." He's speaking to someone who no longer exists, but his gaze is aimed at Nimbus, as if the cat is his assistant.

Lady of the Lake|Eadgyd|Edith|Homeless|Kelpie|Tagged: Wendy

Edith grins and offers her hand to Spike, letting him sniff her fingers before slowly raising her hand to scratch behind his ears. "Hello there, Spike! Oh, he's a bonnie one, aren't you, sweet?" She croons, petting a scritching the dog with the practiced work of a loving dog-owner. "Hm? What you say?" Edith glances up at the dog's owner, like she was only half paying attention to the words. "Wuh? Oh yeah, I love dogs! Nothin' 'gainst cats, but they're not my favourites. Too fussy." She speaks with a hint of an accent, as if she had long ago lived somewhere else and still had a faint touch of it on her tongue. "My pa used to have one of those- what do they call em?- deerhounds, right! Scruffy thing, but she was a good girl. Strong. Good mates to keep around. Loyal." She doesn't bother look anymore at the woman she is speaking to, evidently too distracted by the dog before her.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; Oisin
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"Humans, humanoids...We can be both deceivers but I honestly don't know who you are still rambling on about." he muttered as he took a look around. He then turned his head once the giant asked a question that he himself wasn't sure about. If there was any sort of secret passageways in the manor, then he wouldn't be a happy vampire if he was told that there was. It would be much more easier to get around in this hell of a maze. "Not that I know of...Plus none of the residents here, the other ones who work here, are not under my commands. I have only been here for two weeks." Facilier mumbled as he turned down another hall, seeing a door that was left ajar, now this was all familiar to him.

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As Mary continued down the streets, he stared down at the flower, trying to remember what type it was. He has seen it before, many times before, but it seemed that the name was forgotten. Maybe he should've asked his father before he left, otherwise this task would've been eas-. Mary paused and looked over once someone shouted something that didn't seem all familiar to him either. What kind of gibberish was it? He turned around to see a man, that was probably as tall as his father, if not probably taller, rush over to him, soon to stoop down to his own height. He stared at the man as he spoke more clearly, words like his own. Mary continued to stare at the man, unblinking as he asked if he was alright, soon to ask if he had hurt him anywhere. The child smiled and shook his head, following by a simple "Bon.". That wasn't right. "Nom." Mary looked away, glaring at the streets as if it was its fault for not saying 'no' right. It was simple, really. Sighing, Mary turned his head back towards the man, shaking his head 'no' once more, the glare still resting on his face. He then soon returned his gaze to the paper that he was holding, soon to fold it over, pressing down on the fold, making a crease on the paper. He soon shoved the paper back into his shorts pocket. He looked back at the man and took one slight step back.

[tawneypelt0504]

Mikayla Carter|Female|21 years old|Stable hand|Location: Horse stalls|tags:Open
Mikayla sat up in the hayloft reading she enjoyed sitting up there since she could hear the horses and it was just quiet and peaceful. As she was reading she felt her stomach growl she sighed and went to one of the storage rooms where they kept the horse feed she walked over to one of the apple crates and picked up and apple before heading back up to the hayloft to continue her book and eat her apple.

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xx001 Entrance, 002 Apologetic, 003 Facilier,
004 𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 The only downside to
the stranger's cryptic speech is that
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The man gave another soft sigh, more in defeat that his words were difficult, rather than a frustration with Facilier. "It's...a complicated issue. There are few words to describe such a phenomenon in human languages, unfortunately. And I cannot speak my native tongue with you, even if you could understand it. Your languages are very nice, though. Simple and clean, like whitewashed picket fences." He nodded a little, as if he was thinking of something. "There is a phrase for such cleanness, but I don't believe it is used in this country." He continued to follow along, seeming a whole lot more surprised at this whole 'there are no secret passages in this vampire mansion for the servants' thing than the whole 'I've been here for two weeks mate' thing. Perhaps he was used to secret passages in manors, or something? "Ah...? Your servants, then, how do they conduct work in an unobtrusive manner? Oh, but It'd make sense for a house arranged in this way to have quite a staff to it, It simply wouldn't match the housekeeping style if it weren't true." The stranger spoke in a way that might've suggested fascination in those low, smooth tones. His bird, on the other hand(or shoulder) seemed to be studying it's handler's face, an expression of worry on those eternally stern eyes. As if there was something it could see that others couldn't in the youngness of his impassioned look. "Though your country seems especially distinct in it's style of housekeeping, what with the specific...vein of blueblood families, and the conducting of housekeeping and hold of a staff here...It's wonderful." Though his tone didn't indicate it, the pause certainly gave way to his poor attempt at suppressing that terrible pun.