Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor V.2 | Open & Accepting

[MacabreSmile]

Arsene LeMarc - Prince of Demons - Head Butler | Location: Larkin's Study - Tagged: Larkin

There's a knock at the door to Larkin's office, a redundancy because LeMarc enters without waiting for permission, sweeping into the room with a silver tray in one hand and a pile of papers in the other. The butler always seemed to have a preternatural ability to know exactly when Larkin wanted something done. Whether or not this was the work of his dmeonic heritage, or just his devotion to his job, it's difficult to tell.

"Good morning, Master Larkin." He says as he eyes the room, noting that, once again, Lark had slept at his desk. His eyes narrow just slightly in a show of scrutiny. "Here is your morning coffee, sir." LeMarc sets a coffee cup down in front of Larkin and picking up the antique carafe on the tray.

He had spent his first hour upon waking walking the grounds, a task he does every morning to make sure no surprises have popped up overnight. More than once he had caught intruders in the past, of both the mythical and human variety, and he no longer takes any chances. Crescentwood was always an unpredictable place and LeMarc knows better than to trust that his staff can take care of themselves, so of course he does a head count before coming to take care of this, his real first task of the day; taking care of an overworked Larkin.

"You know, sir," He begins as he pours the coffee, "The bed in your quarters are always kept made and laundered, should you ever choose to actually use it." There's nothing teasing in his monotone words, but a seasoned LeMarcist would recognise the glimmer of mirth in his eyes, as if he was laughing just...On the inside. He knows better than to actually expect Lark to make it to bed more than 10% of the time, but a demon can dream.

Oleander - A Nice Plant - Gardener | Location: Garden - Tagged: Open

The wisteria trees have just begun to bloom. They line both sides of a long walkway leading from the back patio of the manor into the garden proper. Strands of soft purple flowers hand just so over the stonework, blocking out the majority of the morning sun to leave behind only the soft spots of light to shine through in patches along the way. The effect is ethereal, and Oleander is quite proud of it. He had designed this area himself, after the previous landscaping by the walkway had been ruined by a storm. Of course, the branches often need to be trimmed to keep the flowers from hanging too close to guest's heads as they walk beneath them, which is what he is doing right now; standing on a short ladder and trimming the low hanging bundles of flowers.

The trimmings are dropped into a basket at his feet, which is already half full with a collection of pale, carrot-like tubers and a few handfuls of dark, round berries. He is silent as his works, staring so intensely at the errant branches that he perhaps could be trying to murder them with his gaze, made all the more intimidating by the many scars that grace his poor face. Were the plants not to know better, they would probably be terrified.

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 12|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags:Open
Why do I do this to myself...don't answer that it was rhetorical The thoughts of the tired butler where accompanied by a small sigh, as he ran his tail across the stair he was currently trying to clean. A Bad habit of his that he knew at least one of his fellow butlers frowned upon, but it was convenient and made his life a little easier, which he needed right now. For even though the act of cleaning itself might seem harmless, and his job, the means as to him doing it where not the same way. Once again the young shifter had made the decision to break the manor's curfew, ignoring his body's need to sleep in return for trying to complete some of the task that he had neglected to finish the day prior. His head dipped slightly as the said need for sleep began to make the boy doze off, only for him to shake his head as he heard the faint noise of Master Larkin's alarm go off,I better hurry and try to get to my quarters before I am found.
Collecting his bucket and trying to wipe up the remnants of the water on the floor, he collected himself and began to make his way back towards his quarters as his tail dripped remnants of the dirty water onto the floor in a small trail behind him all the way back to his room where he collapsed onto his bed."Five Minutes" he whispered as he slowly closed his eyes

Corvanta Stellant| CoCo or Corva|13|Bearfolk|Position:Guest|Tags: Open
"And if you look in my right hand, the coin has disappeared and" The boy watched from behind the Zoltar machine as the magician made the quarter just disappear from him hand, a look of awe on his face as the magician moved towards him "Reappeared in his ear" he watched as said coin was produced from his ear. The look of magicial wonder stayed upon the bearfolk's face as the magician moved back towards the front of the stage, to give a bow and end his show. Despite the urge to stay, CoCO collected his puppet and quickly ran out of the door, and into the bright white light of the sun.

CoCo winced as he awoke, the sun streaming through the windows and into his eyes. Sitting up more of a way to get out of the sun then of want to wake up, but now he was awake and ready to go. The bearfolk started his usual morning routine of getting dressed and brushing his teeth, about halfway through brushing his teeth he gave a little sneeze nd frowned as he searched for his mask, a black mask with a small white and black bear snoot on it and put it on "I hope I don't get anyone sick" he whispered and went to retrieve both of his puppets before leaving his room and heading for the kitchen, maybe he can find someone to assist him in getting strawberry milk, his favorite morning drink.

[Winchester's Wolf]

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like closed doors."
117-Female | Wolf | Homeless | Unknown-None | tags; xxx
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she's asleep- or that i'm too lazy to start her post. i will next post though!

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This has to be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | hetero-None | tags; xxx
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facilier had to make sure that he was up early enough to sneak mary in some breakfast without being stopped by lemarc... he wanted to avoid the dresscode but obviously that wouldn't work today. he looked down and straightened the bowtie out, looking at the floor as he did so. he was careful not to bum into a table that held a vase or something expensive that he couldn't dare to say that'd he buy a new one- as lemarc would probably be on his case before lark. it seemed like that vile butler exactly knew that something was amiss as soon as something dropped.

it was quite a surprise that he hasn't found out about mary...or it was that he didn't even care since it was him of all the staff. but then again...he would probably go out of his way to get him fired. or again, he didn't care.

facilier looked up and moved on to the next room to start cleaning the windows in there. ah yes, windows. and with the sun coming up, it just made his job much easier. it wasn't like he could close the curtains, that would actually prevent him from doing his job. he wondered how the others were able to clean the windows like these with such ease.

he stepped up onto the windowsill and started to clean the windows. the sooner that he got this done, the sooner he could get this done, the sooner that he could escape to his room for a little bit to evade the sun. now, if everest was-

he paused. everest... he hasn't seen her in ages. he stared out of the window, failing to see his own reflection. he shook his head and continued to clean, moving on to the next window, trying to avoid thoughts about that wretched girl. it was her fault that she ended up the way she did, but why? that's something that he couldn't quite answer himself.

sighing, he moved on to the next window, burying himself deeper into his thoughts.

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ary A. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
11-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; xxx
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the little lamb had woken up with a start, a little excited for what today had in store for him. he looked down and then looked up to grab his clothes from a pile of blankets stashed in the corner. he quickly got dressed and stepped out to see if he-...no he wasn't around. although, he did spot something.

he moved quickly to the desk and picked up a strawberry, reading the note that facilier had left for him. he tilted his head back and forth, hmming softly as he chewed on it, reading it over and over again just to make sure he was reading everything right. a grin slowly broke out on his face.

he got permission to go out to town today! how fun. he spun on his heels and ran into the closet to grab his bag and nightshade, before reentering the room to dump the bag's contents in the middle of the floor.

three rocks that he found, a few coins that where so shiny that he couldn't believe that it was real, a pack of cards, and berries that he wasn't allowed to eat...the last time he ate something like that fal scolded him for it. he was more worried than angry though, so at least he didn't get into major trouble. he picked them up and looked at them, before dropping them back in the pile.

mary looked down and picked up the playing cards and the coins before returning to the desk to finish whatever was for breakfast. he would love to have a parfait again, but that was a rare treat that was usually given to him once a year. he looked down and picked a notebook from the desk, flipping through the pages to see if it was fully- luckily it wasn't, otherwise he would've thrown a fit and refuse to go into town. mary rubbed the side of his face before opening the door to see if anyone was around. once the coast was clear, he ran out and down the hall to the closest exit. the garden was the usual place that he went to sneak out off to the side or the front- or even the back. it just took awhile to find the holes that were dug...hopefully they weren't closed off, otherwise he'd be in trouble.

the kid walked through the garden and looked around, hiding behind a few furniture that lingered about outside to avoid being seen. sure, it wasn't his best work, but it'll do.

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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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something here was wrong- but what was it? she couldn't put a finger to what was wrong. she looked up and-

the little bat turned, her wings wrapped securely around her body and the sock that kept her warm. quite frankly, she didn't want to get up- however, it wasn't like she could do anything as the source of the strange sound wouldn't stop until larkin told it to stop- and apparently without rebuttal, it stopped. how odd.

how very odd indeed...an object that she doesn't quite know so much about but yet it lives just right outside her walls, waking her up every morning. she shouldn't be subjected from this torment...especially with the big ears that she has.

stellaluna begrudgingly rose her head up, taking this time to yawn and unravel herself from the warmth of the sock-something that she would truly miss, before moving herself outside of the little bag that she slept in...it was a very soft bag with a little circular opening that she could move in and out whenever she pleased...it sat just right up on the tower of her belongings- everything that she had collected from over the days staying at the manor. how long that was...she didn't know. maybe larkin knew- or had some sort of idea since his kind was good at keeping track of every little detail. she perched on the edge of her tower and peered down, her legs alread starting to hurt from sitting like so, spotting what looked like an ordinary pocket watch- golden and...was that a smudge of dirt?

This, she did not approve of.

she hopped on down, crawling around the dark space, soon to reach the watch to get a better look...Yep...definitely a cloud of white dirt...or whatever it was called. she spun it around- and the little cover flew open, smacking her right in the face. right then, she dropped the watch and landed on the floor with a tiny thump that wasn't very audible to the outside world...unless you had a great sense of hearing, then maybe.

stellaluna stood back up but then paused, turning her head, her ears turning to listen to the new voice that entered the study. she blinked and thought for a moment. now, she had heard this voice plenty of times- if not every morning...to deliver him coffee or something of the sorts. and oh yeah, chastise him on not being in bed in...in a quarter? she blinked her confusion away before standing the watch up again to try her best to clean the dirt spot... nothing was going to work. she sighed and dismay and looked at the face.

instead of a clockface- there was a counterface. three different numbers. although counting them together you'd get a total of eight of them. but no, just three different numbers. she placed the watch down and turned her head to listen to the outside conversation. now about this voice...could this be lemarc? although she did wonder why he called him master.

she turned her head from the wall and began to move around, making sure that she had the little space organized, placing whatever she had stolen from larkin into a pile of its own.

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[strawbs.]

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Ｌ Ｕ Ｃ Ａ | tags;; elysia | location;; foyer
i. stoker family ii. male iii. 25 / 203 y/o iv. pansexual v. vampire
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luca had been up since the sun peeked over the horizon. he was using up his time by staring at the many books in the library. of course - he never read them, he doesn't do reading. but it's rather interesting to see what kinds of books have been on those shelves for decades. there were so many, and no doubt that most of them probably hadn't even ever been read. he hummed to himself, hiding in there for a long while until he got bored again. he supposed he could read to quell that boredom but then again... he doesn't do reading, and he wasn't going to try now. people must be getting now, it was nearing that time of the morning, he noticed as the day grew noticeably brighter outside. he was leaving the comfortable library when he heard the main doors of the manor shutting. he walked himself to the stairs and there was someone entering who he didn't recognize - perhaps new staff? from the top of the stairs, he called out. "hello stranger." he took his time reaching the bottom of the steps and stopped in front of the lady. luca's eyes furrowed for a second as if trying to remember something, and he was quiet in thought for longer than he should have been after greeting her. then suddenly, he cleared his throat. "lookin' for larkin?" he could have left it there for her to answer to, but there was just something about her, and he didn't understand what it was. "i'm sorry..." he said. "there's just something about you that seems... familiar."
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Ｋ Ｉ － Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｎ Ｇ | tags;; open | location;; room
i. key ii. guest iii. male iv. 19 y/o v. heterosexual vi. angel-demon hybrid
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he shlep for now, but open to interaction
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Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｂ Ｅ Ｌ Ｌ Ａ | tags;; open | location;; forest
i. bella ii. homeless iii. female iv. 32 y/o v. bisexual vi. phoenix
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bella sat on a tree branch, watching the sunrise. the sunrise brought her warmth and a sense of tranquility. it was a new day, she should treat it as such. just focus on the now and forget the past and not think of the future. although she was afraid of the future - in fact, it terrified her. she had no idea where she'd be or what she'd be doing, if she's dead or not and when it happens. it all scares her, not knowing where she'll end up, if in a good place or a bad one. so she ignores it. why waste her precious time worrying about something that isn't a current issue? except, it sort of was. but let's forget that. bella promptly left the safety of her tree, jumping down swiftly to land on her feet. she was a tad hungry; she'd have to figure out what was for breakfast this time. she thought over this while walking aimlessly through the forest, going towards the direction of the town.
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Ｅ Ｌ Ｌ Ｉ Ｏ Ｔ | tags;; open | location;; town
i. townsfolk ii. male iii. 18 y/o iv. demisexual v. enchanter
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elliot nearly jumped out of his skin hearing his alarm this morning. he slammed his hand on the snooze button and sat up groggily, blinking his blurry eyes and staring lifelessly out of the window. that was the thing - at the cost of using dark magic, you tend to get nightmares that come along with it. none have actually meaning, at least he didn't think so, but they sure are unsettling. it's no point telling his mother about it, as it was just part of the package. he had to deal with that. he always did; by the end of each day he'd have forgotten all about the nightmare. upon making his way to the bathroom, he stopped momentarily to stare at the picture sitting on his dresser. it was him, his father, and mother, all smiling, all happy. he rolls his eyes lazily before taking his hand, and turning the picture frame to be face down. elliot took a quick shower and got dressed; ate breakfast and brushed his teeth. then he made his way out the door.

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[~ moth ~]

xxxx“ BENJAMIN HAWKINS ”

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xxxxage: twenty three | gender: male | sexuality: questioning | role: butler | species: tarantula morph
xxxxlocation: here | mentions: here | tags: here

tba, getting late and i'm exhausted

xxxx“ MAGNOLIA ”

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xxxxage: one hundred and two | gender: female | sexuality: pansexual | role: homeless | species: nymph
xxxxlocation: here | mentions: here | tags: here

tba, same as above

xxxx“ STELLA SKYE ”

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xxxxage: immortal, ~21 | gender: female | sexuality: demisexual | role: guest | species: vampire angel hybrid
xxxxlocation: kicthen | mentions: none | tags: corvanta

xxxxwalking through the gardens of the manor was the young hybrid making her way back toward the building. had this vampire completely ignored the curfew rule of the manor and been out all night? yes. did she feel in anyway shameful of breaking the rules? no. after all, it's easy to sneak out at night when you can easily open your window, turn into a bat, and fly away. not to mention, being half vampire and all stella doesn't tend to sleep much, or at all. typically if she does manage a few hours of rest, it's mainly useless and doesn't revive her of any lost energy at all. that's a job for food, and by food, i mean blood. again, being a vampire it's something that she must consume to stay alive. usually stella will go after woodland creatures every now and again to stamp down her hunger, however, as she's grown older she's grown a bit more adverse to hunting down innocent creatures and taking them of their lives. nowadays stella finds herself substitute blood from the kitchen to drink. the substitute blood doesn't have as good as a flavor as real blood does, but stella can manage to get past the weird taste it leaves in her mouth. anyway, where were we? ah yes, stella returning to the manor after skipping out on curfew. honestly, after having been living at the manor since her teenage years stella just assumed that at this point she got a pass for breaking the rules every now and again. really, all stella had done all night was wander around a bit boredly in the woods, texted with her brother and sister, and watched stuff on netflix while hanging upside-down from a tree. it's not like she was hunting down humans or the likes to feed off of. there isn't a lot one can do for ten hours when the world is dark and quiet and most everything is asleep. reaching into her pocket stella pulled out her phone, checking the time. it was around five a.m. now, the sun would be rising in an hour or two, and with that others would be waking up sooner or later. replacing her phone in her leggings pocket, stella strode toward the house. even though she would like to have a pass for breaking the manor rules, she knew there most likely wouldn't be one. so she wanted to get back to her bedroom before anyone found out she had been out all night.

xxxxform shifting as she drew closer to the house, stella was now a vampire bat flying through the air and toward her bedroom window. the window was open just the smallest amount to allow her in and out each night, while also looking like she had left her window open to allow air into her room while she slept at night. flying through the air stella reached the window and entered her bedroom, swiftly shifting back into her human form. human is a loose term anyway. large wings covered in black feathers protruded from her back, a not so human trait. being in the manor once more stella figured it was time for breakfast. hopefully the cooks wouldn't mind a little intrusion in the kitchen. striding across her room stella opened the door, keeping quiet as others were still asleep. as she entered the hallway stella saw little corvanta heading down the hall, her way. morning kiddo and co, you guys are up early, stella greeted both coco and his puppets.

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xxxxage: unknown | gender: fluid | sexuality: aro-ace | role: talking manor animal | species: bewitched cat
xxxxlocation: ki-youngs bedroom | mentions: none | tags: ki-young

xxxxpeacefully curled up by the unlit fireplace in the library was the small black and white mass, barely noticeable in the dark room. they would be easy to step on if one wasn't paying attention. the cat softly snored in their sleep, their whiskers twitching every now and again as their dreams carried on. all was quite peaceful until that incessant ringing began. even though the ringing only sounded for a few moments before someone shut it off, it was enough to wake the feline. yellow eyes cracked open in slits, clearly unhappy with having been awoke from their slumber. who would do this? who would wake salem up so early in the morning? wait, was it even the morning or was it the evening, perhaps sometime late in the night? honestly, the cat has lost track of time after the years, unsure of the concept of time now. all he knew is that his fireplace was unlit. now, which lowlife had extinguished their warm fire? someone was in for a scratching. stretching their front leg forward, and raising their posterior, salem stretched out, yawning widely as well. getting to their furry white paws, salem started quietly through the library. their yellow eyes pierced the dark as their ears perked at the different noises that were happening within the manor. for the most part the place was awfully quiet as most musts till be in bed. however, he did hear a few different footsteps sounding softly nearby, not to mention the front door was opened. who would be entering the manor at ... whatever time it was currently? it didn't matter to them, really. trotting out of the library salem wandered aimlessly for several minutes, unsure of where to go. with the manor so quiet and mosts still asleep it seemed that there was no one to pester. what a bummer, they think as the walked down a corridor lined with doors evenly spaced out. one particular door was cracked open the slightest bit, enough for this cat to push it open with his face. after getting the door ajar, salem popped their head through the doorway, looking around the bedroom. now just who might live in this bedroom. a figure could be seen up on the bed, still asleep from the looks of it. squeezing the rest of themselves through the doorway, salem made their way around to the bed. it would be easy for them to jump onto the bed and wake this person up that way, but where's the fun in that? no, this cat had a different idea. if they could they would smile mischievously.

xxxxtensing up their muscles the cat forced them off of the ground and sprung upward, landing delicately on the bedside table. taking a moment to stable themselves on the table salem gazed over at the figure on the bed. oh, this person salem recognized. the boy with blue hair more often than not called key. one of the angel hybrids of the manor. would waking him be the best thing to do as salem knew that this boy sometimes couldn't control his emotions. giving it a kitty equivalent to a shrug, salem leapt up onto the headboard of the bed, his paws barely fitting onto the thin platform given to him by the furniture. now, his plan would be a delicate process of turning and leaping gracefully onto the blue haired boy, as well as digging his paws right into the guys stomach when he lands as to add maximum damage to his attack. tensing up once more in preparation of the jump salem calculated his move. ack! one slip of a paw and salems hindquarters were suddenly hanging off of the headboard, his claws desperately digging into the frame try and pull himself up. tiny back feet furiously scratched at the bed frame trying get a foothold, but the surface was too smooth. eyes wide salem lost his grip and fell, his body hitting key's head like a fluffy projectile. fluffing up salem attempted to scramble to his feet, trying to not let his claws out and accidentally scratch key up in the process.

[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 12|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags:Open
Why do I do this to myself...don't answer that it was rhetorical The thoughts of the tired butler where accompanied by a small sigh, as he ran his tail across the stair he was currently trying to clean. A Bad habit of his that he knew at least one of his fellow butlers frowned upon, but it was convenient and made his life a little easier, which he needed right now. For even though the act of cleaning itself might seem harmless, and his job, the means as to him doing it where not the same way. Once again the young shifter had made the decision to break the manor's curfew, ignoring his body's need to sleep in return for trying to complete some of the task that he had neglected to finish the day prior. His head dipped slightly as the said need for sleep began to make the boy doze off, only for him to shake his head as he heard the faint noise of Master Larkin's alarm go off,I better hurry and try to get to my quarters before I am found.
Collecting his bucket and trying to wipe up the remnants of the water on the floor, he collected himself and began to make his way back towards his quarters as his tail dripped remnants of the dirty water onto the floor in a small trail behind him all the way back to his room where he collapsed onto his bed."Five Minutes" he whispered as he slowly closed his eyes

Corvanta Stellant| CoCo or Corva|13|Bearfolk|Position:Guest|Tags: Stella
Sometimes the manor was nice, like at the moment for example, early in the morning with little people around, the silence was wonderful for the glossophob. He could move through the halls with little to no interactions, making his morning much easier to start. The downside on the other hand was that the manor did have certain staff and guest that he had to talk to in order to get the things he wanted, like strawberry milk he would have to talk to one of the cooks or a butler unfortunately he did not see any of the butlers at the moment and had to make the trek forward deeper into the building towards the kitchen. That was the current situation he was in, whenever Stella exited her room and spotted him making him stop short and look up at her.

"morning kiddo and co, you guys are up early," she addressed him and his puppets. The boy looked down at the two puppets in either hand a small look of concentration on his face as he tried to decide which one to use to talk to the woman before him, both, he finally decided and held up FiFi to start,"Good Morning Stella, CoCo was just thirsty so we where going to the kitchens to try and get some milk" he lowered the fox puppet and raised up the turtle,"Yes Miss Skye, Nice to see you this morning. CoCo would like me to tell you that he was having the sniffles this morning so he is wearing a mask in hopes noone else gets sick." with that the bear boy lowered both puppets back to his side and looked down at the ground waiting for the fellow guest to respond.

[MacabreSmile]

Emilia Stein - Disgraced Celebrity - Guest | Location: Kitchen - Tagged:

She can feel it, the process of every cell in her body trying to restructure itself into nice, neat lines. Hardened and geometric and agonizing, her very being trying to split open as she is forced to watch her skin crystallize, dazzling colors in pinks and reds as she wastes away into quartz and tourmaline. She is beautiful and she is terrified and she is dying.

And then she wakes up.

With a jolt, Emilia returns to the world of reality, gasping and staring down at her skin like she can still see the phantom fractals of her nightmares. But there's just skin. She's fine. She breathes, slow and careful. She's fine. And she's still in this stupid manor. It'd only been a few weeks, but she still wasn't used to being trapped her, waking ever other day with patches of herself crystallized or shards of crystals lying around in her sheets from where her hair snapped in her sleep. It's the worst.
Emilia sighs knowing she'll never fall back asleep now, so she rolls out of bed and trudges over to her wardrobe, tugging out a sheer, feathered dressing gown to pull over her pajamas and a pair of fluffy slippers. She needs coffee, stat.

Never in her life would she ever let anyone, even her own family, see her in such an untidy fashion, no way to know there's not someone watching, judging and taking pictures, after all. But no one knows she's here and she just had a nightmare and honestly it's too early for this. So, face clear of makeup to cover up the bags under eyes, hair tousled from sleep, Emilia Stein makes her way down to the kitchens, finding, to her annoyance, that there's no staff there at present. Ugh, where was that rude head butler when she needed him? Not that she needs staff to take care of her, she may have grown up rich and famous, but she's an adult, goshdarnit, of course she can take care of herself! It's just...She doesn't...know...how to...make coffee...by...herself... Emilia stares at the coffee machine like it's the bane of her existence. It's empty, predictably, taunting her with the drink she so desperately craves. The world is taunting her.

[Azura ~~]

Jesica Gabriella Demonessia // Jess // 25 // Female // Fire-Demon // Maid // Tags- Open

The young demon had just gotten back into the manor, teleportation was one of her best attributes after all.. She sighed, feeling the need for sleep as she leaned against the wall of her quarters. She then shook her head, "stay awake for just a few moments..." She mumbled to herself. She sighed as she stood awake, flattening out her skirt and fixed her hair so it was in her natural perfect bun.
Jesica sighed, she quickly took out her fan from her pocket, lavender and white as she fanned her face off gently for a moment, before putting her fan back in her pocket.

Francesca Mary Demonessia // Fran // 20 // Female // Siren-Demon // Homeless // Tags- Open

The young siren sighed as she flew through the air, currently in demon form. After being kicked out of her only home, she refused to be anywhere away from the portal she had come out of.. Which, at this point in time, was destroyed. This is the actual only time she would even think about flying off.. She sat in a tree, one of her two tails wrapping around a branch as she looked up at the sky.
She was thankful her older sister giving her food, she felt guilty as she ate her piece of meat, whimpering softly, her voice a bit distorted due to her demonic instincts as she remembered the tired look on her sisters face.

[Squirrelstar123]

Larkin Stoker - The Head of Household - Human, 25 - Location: His Study - Tags: LeMarc
Larkin perked up at the sound of LeMarc’s knocking before entering the room with his much needed caffeine. The handsome butler always had spectacular timing for Lark’s morning needs and it often made him wonder how he managed to time such things. It was best not to question it too much though since it wasn’t an issue. If it’s not broken then why even try to fix it?
“Good morning, LeMarc.“ Larkin greeted back causally and nodded his head thankfully as his personal butler prepared his cup of coffee. “Thank you. I am sure it’s as divine as always. It smells just wonderful.” He complimented as he watched LeMarc skillfully pour of liquid from the pot. One more than one occasion when Lark decided to pour it for himself, he managed to spill it everywhere do he doesn’t dare try to anymore since LeMarc wasn’t very pleased (or impressed).
Lark’s lips turned up at the ends at LeMarc’s comment, since they both know that the chances of that happening were very slim on a normal day. “Ah, then maybe one of these days I shall remember to make use of it. Surely my back would appreciate it if I did.“ He mused and his blue eyes traveled up to watch his head butler’s face. Trying to admire the view without making too obvious of what was happening. Larkin wondered how LeMarc has slept but he decided he would ask the question in a few moments to not bring attention to himself right now.

Elysia Rowan - Guest - Fae/Human, 23 - Location: Crescentwood - Tags: Luca
A male’s voice drifting down from above that temporary halted the half fae to where she stood. Elysia’s mismatched eyes drifting upwards to look at whoever it was that was speaking down to her. A gentleman with red hair was climbing down the stairs and made his way before her before stopping to examine her. Naturally, she couldn’t help but return the gaze since she isn’t exactly one to avoid such a look. It would feel awkward if she just turned away and pretended that it wasn’t happening.
Amusement showed on her face once she realized the vampire didn’t recognize her but it’s not like they were very close before to begin with. For some reason, his name seemed to space her mind even though she had seen him a few times at events and around the manor. “Ah yes, I am here to visit my lame cousin and stay a for a few weeks. I am surprised you haven’t heard anything about it since it has been a few years since I was here last time. I won’t hold it against you though for not recognizing me since I don’t recall us being very close in the past. My name is Elysia Rowan and my family is good friends with the Stokers. I spent a lot of time here growing up so that is likely why you probably find me familiar.“ Elysia explained and held out her hand as if this was their first time meeting. She will admit that she couldn’t help but slightly deflated and disappointed that it would seem no one mentioned her arrival. Larkin sure knew how to make a lady feel very welcomed.

Katheryne Grey - “Homeless” - Werewolf, 19 - Location: Airedale - Tags: Open
Katheryne had woken up a little later in the morning since it was normal for her to stay up late into the night. The morning light streaming through her window eventually woke the werewolf up though. It didn’t really ever take her much to get out of bed and ready for the day. Today especially since she had to go into town later today for a voice lesson. She might get something to drink at the cafe though while she was down there as well. Something warm to drink just felt nice today and she didn’t really have anything in the house here right now. Katie would have to go shopping at some point too but she wanted to procrastinate that just a bit more since shopping was not one of her favorite activities.
The werewolf put on a black sweater and some darker jeans today since she didn’t want to stand out much when she went out. Even though no one can tell what she is when she is fully dressed up, there is still a fear of attention and being noticed by a passerby. Katheryne went into the bathroom and finished getting ready in there. Gently, she put grey eye contacts over her golden eyes to hide their unnatural appearance. Now, she just looked like anyone else walking down the streets and nothing strange popping out for someone to notice.
Before leaving the house to attend to her lesson, Katie cleaned up a little bit with the dishes and wiping some things down. Since Evan had found peace, it has just been her in this old house so she had spent time trying to fix it up. She managed to fix some minor things like the steps outside and clean up all the dust as well as damaged items. It made her uncomfortable to get rid of the things but they would have just sat there and cluttered up areas. The pictures had been cleaned off and moved to make it more noticeable in the house, even daring to add a picture of her and Belinda to the wall. It hurt to look at the area sometimes but she wanted to appreciate the people who showed her kindness and helped her through life. If only she could have returned the favor to them.
Finishing the dishes, Katie grabbed some of the money from her stash and left the house. The trees and the familiar scenery of the forest greeted her as she became her stroll to the town. It was the time of year that some of the trees had already started to change to yellow and red, the signal of fall descending among the area. A chilly breeze swept around her that kicked up a few fallen leaves on the group and dragged them to a new location. Katheryne slightly wrapped her arms around herself as she quickened her walk. It wasn’t long before she got to a dirt walking trail in the forest that would lead her towards a park. Following the route, Katie made it to town and put her head down a little to avoid making eye contact with any strangers. The cafe was only a few minutes away and then she would be able to enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate.

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[ 25yrs - male - a peddler of miracles! ]
location. town, kitchenxtagged. Emiliax
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It's been ten hours. I mean, it's felt like a lifetime, and all things considered he really should've stopped...at least more than once. Oscar has become so familiar with the patterns on the road they float along past his eyes when he closes them, trees whipping past in impressionist shapes, the sensation of movement has become second nature. The thought of getting on the highway swims in the back of his brain as he is reminded of something, some pressing issue he can't put his mind on at the moment. There are thoughts in his head, sure, but they reflect off of eachother, broken shards splintering in the sulci, light fracturing in all the colors light has to offer. Maybe he's been listening to the same song for too long, but when he tries to recall what the song is, he finds he doesn't understand the lyrics. Just guitar.

There is something strange in the air as the drive brings him closer to Airedale, and Oscar is forced from the fog of his mind, broken from the buzz of half-awake automation that tends to come with long drives like this. He's almost impressed, really. When was the last time he could drive for this long? Maybe doping up on painkillers is more effective than he remembers! Well. The four shots of espresso, two energy drinks(cans of which now sit sad and empty on the passenger seat), and the uncomfortable sensations mingling like sparks of fire in his head have probably helped. As he finally musters focus to listen to the GPS as he turns off the highway, he can feel the static in his body, the crackle of energy still alight underneath his skin. He remembers it a thousand times over. By the time he's done navigating a handful of charming suburban streets, he's back on the main road and has enough time at the stoplight to scribble a note to himself on his hand. One of thirty-six. The pen is still between his teeth when the light goes green, and he spends an embarrassing amount of time driving trying to get it between his lip and nose to create the illusive Pen Moustache. What did he write, again? He looks down at his hand and none of the words make sense anymore. Nothing really makes sense anymore. Oscar finds himself at the cusp of a memory, the cusp of quiet introspection that might catch him by surprise in these quiet moments, like hands drawing close over the leather of the seat from behind him. He changes the song and turns up the volume.

All of the notes on his hand said the same thing. "Change the song!". A thought continues to gnaw at his mind, to try and remember what he's been forgetting, to try and reminisce about things that leave him feeling lost. He speeds up. The window goes down a crack, and one hand goes off the steering wheel to nurse his papers as the sunlight in his hair flickers with the wind. He is here to take a break from the city, he tells himself. He's here to see his cousin. He's here to stand outside at seven in the morning - a time he hasn't seen in years, but craves like nothing else - with a hot cup of coffee when the world is cold and watch the sun rise. He's here to clear his head. But why? Why? Why do I want to clear my head? There's been a hollow feeling in his chest he's been ignoring since he started driving. A weight to his eyelids, a dull pain in his temples. Even his hands have lost their grip as of late. Why is he trying to clear his head? What the hell am I clearing space for? Self-pity? He sinks a little in his seat and pushes back, feeling something crack in his neck and pop in place in his lower back. It feels nice, for a second. For a second he almost hears the song, and after a long moment he realizes how sad of a song it is.

Oscar drives the rest of the way without music.

He only realizes how fast he's going once he reads the speed limit on a nearby sign. Yikes...I should've gotten another coffee at the gas station. Slow down... "Augh." As he sighs, he realizes how tensed up his shoulders have gotten and drops them, leaving a sharp pain at the base of his neck that ebbs as he turns onto the street where the manor should've been. He trusts Cece's directions, at least mostly, and is more than happy to be lost in an idyllic town at the doorstep of a charming old estate. There were worse places to nurse a developing nicotine addiction. Oscar is finally down to the speed limit by the time he drives up to the manor. His car seems like it should be too small for him, an old model, the richest orange one could imagine. There are painted flowers and other patterns on the trunk, and even from the top floor one might observe just how very much this man sticks out. There is a singular suitcase beside him as he gets out, and the papers are gone from his car...despite never having seemed to put them in there. It is a few inches taller than he(which is a remarkable feat, mind you). He produces a corduroy coat from the back seat and places them over his shoulders, glasses shining in a mesmerising blend of color as they catch the light.

Now, does he knock or should he pop in through the hedges like a madman? Oscar is a respectable young man, of course. He does what any rational actor would do in his shoes, following his brilliant instinct for proper social conduct. Oscar scales a 9ft tall iron fence and, likely in clear view of a million victorian arched windows, casually walks around the garden, taking note of the landscaping style and finding a particularly charming patch of flowers to admire before opening the nearest door and walking right on in. Ah! The kitchens. Copper pots and nicely-tiled floors, doors opening right out into the garden...hm. Oscar wonders if he might've missed an herb garden on the way in, and considers dropping back out, before seeing a single sign of civilization. A woman pontificating over a coffee machine. He can work with that.

It is questionable if anyone nearby can work with him, however. Oscar sounds like a million tiny bells as all of the embroidery and bracelets on him jingle metallically. There is definitely an air of mischief about the man, a lopsided smile on his smile easily read as smug, and an amount of suede, silk and corduroy hitherto unseen on the modern man. He is already fiddling with the pasta maker as he turns to address Emilia. Just who does this guy think he is? He reaches for something in his pocket. Oh. It is an ornately-carved revolver. Oscar begins in a polite tone. "Pardon me, miss, but do you know where I can find the maidstaff? Or, better yet, the head of the household? This is a robbery."