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

[Winchester's Wolf]

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like closed doors."
117-Female | Wolf | Homeless | Unknown-None | tags; rose
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the wolf continued to watch the two until the woman had noticed her staring at her...now she was talking to her like how the old lady would...well, somewhat like that. she fixed her head so she wasn't looking sideways at this woman and her steed. to be fair, she hated any animal that towered over her- it was just a challenge for her to take down. not that she would kill it- no, who was she to do that?

..oh yeah...right.

everest looked at the horse adn then back at the woman who had so graciously invited her to come over. how kind. she took a step close, but the horse was starting to become a problem. not that it was doing anything, but she knew their kind too well. those hooves may look innocent- but they can clobber someone to death if they had wished.

she took a glance up at the horse and then looked back at the woman. despite her reassurance, she wasn't taking any chances. "how kind of you to reassure someone like me- but i can tell you that I am not a shifter. just a mere wolf," a blatant lie, but could you really judge her? yes, yes you can. but then again, she didn't talk to anyone about her curse openly to anyone- what if someone decided to use her curse against her? how? well, she didn't know herself.

everest looked up at the horse and then back at the woman, "and I am far from lost- i know this town pretty well. well enough to form escape routes if need be." why was that? don't know. she lingered in the same spot for a couple of minutes before coming forth little bit more- but not much close. "I should introduce myself- but i think i'll leave you to introduce yourself and your..." she raised her head a little to look at the horse again, glaring at it before looking back at rose. "...and your pet."

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This has to be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | hetero-None | tags; nicho'bala
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of course his hearing wasn't all that great- of course he was a vampire, but that didn't make him great at hearing. so of course he didn't catch what nicho had said at the end of his sentence. but still, he wasn't going to argue with his cat child. he blinked and stared at nicho when he had mentioned lemarc- of course. he always weaseled his way into every conversation, didn't he? but of course, not wanting to get anyone like him involved, facilier nodded, "yes, it is an order," he mumbled as turned his head a little, "especially when you are staying up until eight, which I can only assume eight in the morning by the looks of you." he moved his fingers under his own eyes to indicate the bags. he indeed had his own, but that was only because sleep didn't come easy for him. at least he wasn't pulling all nighters like nicho was...besides when was the last time that he pulled one off? maybe a month or so ago, that wasn't the best decision that he had made considering now that he worked. then the memories of his parents, and older siblings, scolding him about pulling all nighters to the point where he could barely function as both a human and vampire. that's when he discovered coffee- and hated it after a week.

fal blinked, clearing his mind of that unwanted memory.

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ary A. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
11-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Fran |
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"you're welcome," he said with a small smile as he started to kick his feet a little. he turned his head towards the side as nightshade began rambling on about a few things that needed to be done before dusk. but did he listen? of course not. mary was queen- and whatever his second-in-command had begged him to do was all optional. although it was good wisdom...

he blinked and looked up at fran once he realized that he got lost in his thoughts. hmm, better start paying attention now, otherwise he might miss something and would have to explain why he wasn't paying attention. now, that wasn't what nightshade had liked.

mary continued to kick his legs a little, only to grow tired of it and stop. he stared at fran as she started to explain her situation (well not the full of it, but was he going to ask? no. it would be wise not to). but he blinked when she had mentioned an older sister that came and went. "oh really? you have an older sister? so do I! but two...they aren't around though." not that they died or anything, no, that would be a little too morbid for lil mary. he turned his head a little more and thought for a moment. "oh really? why can't you travel with your older sister?" he didn't want to seem rude, but he was just curious.

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tellaluna- *Aggressive Clicking Noises* "Lookie here- how queer-.."
13-Female | Ghost Bat | Manor Animal | Unknown-None | tags;The Hopeless Gays
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ah yes, the relief of not being talked down upon like this poor rowan girl. she looked up at lark and beamed, "good morning to you too." she looked at the watch and then back up at him, "i did, thank you very much larkie, although... i will say that something woke me up this morning. i don't know what i'll find out soon enough." ah yes, the alexa. she needed to find this alexa and get rid of it. then she would be able to sleep in peace again... or move out, but there's no getting rid of her. she will always find a way to come back. "i assume that you slept well?" well, based on their conversation, he probably didn't. but who was she to ask that?

she then looked up at the other man and stared up at him. well. didn't he look intimidating. the forced smile wasn't helping at all. "ah...well yes.. good morning. i'd like to apologize for intruding." lulu brought her watch protectively to her chest, the lil door of it swinging open. she reached over and snapped it shut before looking at the both of them. maybe this is a perfect opportunity to have another riddle solved. but she should ask lark first if it was okay to ask this recurring guest a riddle. maybe both of them can solve the riddle together since they seem so close- despite the other's possible resentment towards her for ruining their moment. "care to solve a riddle?" she was looking at lemarc when she asked this. she couldn't help it. when was the last time when she asked someone to solve a riddle? This could be fun.

disclaimer;

riddles left; 443

[Politics]

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𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ! !
[ 25yrs - male - a peddler of miracles! ]
location. kitchenxtagged. Emiliax
mentions. none
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Oscar watches for the labels as she pilfers the pantry, chuckling softly to himself when he sees the bourbon. He would interject with something snide about her curious breakfast, but his work had left him on a similar diet. The definition of an irish coffee had become notably more international, as of late. Oscar is already done with his coffee by the time she takes her first sip. "I do hate to be difficult, ja, but I'm very nearly offended. Farrah Fawcett wasn't blessed with hair like this. I take pride in my lack of feather bangs, you know!" He feigns an indignant scoff, but it doesn't last for long. A bit too smiley to be a threatening robber, are we? Next time, I'm sticking to white collar crime. Even if it forfeits some of the drama, insider trading is easier to convincingly fake...

There is a considerate pause from Oscar as Emilia introduces herself. He sifts through his mind, trying to see if he can remember any news from the past handful of months. Blank. In fact, there is so very little he can recall on the spot that his brow furrows slightly in concern. It doesn't matter now, however. Oscar's grin widens to the point that a dimple appears without partner on his left cheek. "Pft. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Stein. Imagine I've said something terribly flattering, ja? Doesn't matter what, but know that I meant it." Oscar gracefully ignores the cue to introduce himself in return. By now he's moved back a smidge, taking in the details of her face, following the trails of light splintering across the counter. Though there was a suggestion of class in his disaffected tone, it seemed more like Emilia's credentials were not at the forefront of his mind.

"Ruin? I thought I wasn't worth the time? Can't say I was aware such a middling introduction was enough to leave an imprint on your busy schedule." He skews wry for a moment, but he can't help but melt back into the smooth, lilting tones of his voice. Oscar offers a small laugh as he snaps his fingers, freshly freed of his cigarette. No matter. Shaking a second cigarette out from the box, he leans in and lights off of Emilia, the psychedelic patterns on his glasses changing from rich oranges and yellows to the prismatic shine of her crystals. "So. Stop me if you've heard this one before. A little jaded, a little bitter, distinctly disinterested in anybody around her. A mix of maladjustment and apathy, I presume, is the common factor. A bit too invested in the tale of her own downfall. Just separated enough from the primadonna persona to parody it, but - and follow me on this one - not self-actualized enough to find whatever's left underneath it. My heart bleeds for you, really, I'm sure falling from grace hurts quite a bit. On an unrelated note, what kind of antidepressants do you take? Ah. Don't answer that." Oscar taps the box of cigarettes against her mug. "...I suspect you're self-medicated."

Oscar's blatant disrespect of personal space only lasts a moment, though the colors of his glasses fail to change. He goes off wash out his cup, and then his hands. He considers also washing out the pot, but decides to leave the next unfortunate soul to deal with the pitiful half-cup of coffee left behind. Instead he throws out the disposable filter and slips behind the island to wet a towel, and cleans a good portion of the countertops while fiddling with anything he comes across. He leaves the space cleaner than when he came in. Force of habit. Also not exactly best practice for home invasions. The smoke trailing from the sides of his mouth as he goes forms almost serpentine shapes in the air, twisting in elegant columns before dissipating into nothings. At last, Oscar finds himself by the door, and his revolver returns to his hand as he motions for Emilia to follow. "By the way, being an actress, you should know this," he spins the revolver, "Is a little something called a framing device. Now, care to take a walk?"

[Kkingfishh]

M O R D E C A I ═══ ♞[male. twenty-five years. faun crush n/a mentions n/a ]
a gardener faun with a broken horn who hates people who step on his flowers
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Mordecai got up from where he was crouching to tend to his flowers and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, releasing a puff of air he dusted off the specks of dirt from his goat legs and shook them out to make sure there were no more bits of dirt left, he looked to the next lot of plants he would have to work on and groaned slightly.

"Roses, great, gonna need to get my clippers for that ones, the amount of thorns I had in my hands last time was not worth it"

He dusted his hands and looked at his discarded shirt on the floor, he had taken it off earlier after he got too hot in the heat and was now debating putting it on, he knew he needed to keep up a good expectation and look professional, but he was too hot to be bothered to put it back on, he'd only be inside for a moment, going to his little box in the foyer and then coming back out with his shears, no biggie right?

Satisfied with his result of no shirt, he shook out his legs again just to be sure there was no dirt left on his legs then trotted his way up to the Manor to get his shears. Now Mordecai wasnt one to toot his own horn about himself, he wasnt completely ripped or had an overwhelmingly amount of muscles, a little bit of definition from working on his flowers and lugging around heavy items most days.

He pushed open the great oak doors and walked inside, his hooved feet echoing around the room,making it sound like a horse or something had gotten loose in the room, he flicked his little tail from side to side and looked around for his box, he started to go over to the box but then realised the state of his hooves and the dirt and mud he just tracked in, he tried to brush away some of it, luckily most of it was dry but still left some marks there, he looked at the marks, debating if he should clean them or get out as soon as possible, he decided on the second option, so he quickly trotted over to the box as quickly as he could.

He huffed once he made it to the box, knowing the shears were at the bottom and that this was a rather big box, he pushed open the box, having to jump with the lid to get it to rest on the wall behind it, making a large clacking noise as his hooves returned to their contact with the floor, he then had to almost jump into the box, his goat legs left dangling on the edge of the box as he rummaged around for his shears, his little tail wagging around as he rummaged, his goat legs dangling, to anyone who didn't know Mordecai, it looked like a goat was stuck half-way in the box.


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Mordecai is open to be found in a box!

[marghost]

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[Fenris_Ulf]

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 12|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags:#1Vamp Dad
The cat butler sighed slightly as he stared at the vampire's own bags, well if it was so bad to stay up then why did the man also stay up so late? Of course that is obvious, and it is different because the cat boy is but a child. A small sigh escaped his lips once more as he gave a nod,"As you wish sir." he whispered as he moved away from him and towards where he would hope to find the mops. He was not going to argue with him because he was rather tired after all.

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.

[∂αмє υмвяα]

Tinuviel|Age; Unknown|Female|Race; Dragon|Ace-Demiromantic|Location; Leck's Forest |tags; people at the manor

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The large built dragon slept rather peacefully on her treasure pile that has grown significantly throughout the years of her living in a cave deep with Leck’s Forest. She was just lucky that nobody has decided to try and find the source of the rumors about a dragon living nearby. If needed, she would protect her treasure hoard and her territory from people that would wonder to close to her place of current residence. The grey and purple dragon unfortunately was woken by a sudden noise that resounded through the tunnel that lead to the main chamber which she currently rested in.

Though she couldn’t see like a normal dragon, she had traveled across the world countless time trying to find someone akin to a witch, mage, warlock to help restore her sight. But it was to no avail, as all they could offer Tinuviel was magic training to help her get more in tune with magic energies that surrounded her. It helped her immensely, but she wanted to regain her actual eyesight one day. But it was a wish that may not be granted. Focusing her magic towards the noise, she determined that it was just a acorn that had fallen from a nearby tree.

She was annoyed that such a simple thing had woken her up from her slumber, but she knew that she would not be able to get back to sleep. So she simply shook herself awake and climbed out of her hoard and took of towards the skyline, making sure to be in the cover of the clouds to not draw attention to herself. Perhaps maybe she could come across some new faces as she soon decided to hunt for some food in the surrounding wooded area...

She was unaware to the nearby manor that held other supernaturals and humans as she struck down a fully grown elk close to the manor. Though her figure was hidden behind the tree line, you could still make out a form that had a arrow tipped tail that held black, grey, and purple scales.

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[Sabrina723]

Rossetti Stoker - tag: person stuck in box (sorry bad with names)
Rose had decided to go for a walk in the garden hearing some noises coming from a box in the garden. “Hello?” She would say hoping she wasn’t losing her mind. Her red hair standing out from her pale skin. With her long red dress that looked like a Renaissance dress.

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

xxxxstill a wip, have to give my bro the laptop so he can do homework

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xxxxage: one hundred and two | gender: female | sexuality: pansexual | role: homeless | species: nymph
xxxxlocation: her grove in leck's forest | mentions: none | tags: open

xxxxas the sun began to peek above the horizon, and with it the animals slowly came from their burrows and dens, so did the nymph wake. melting from the trunk of the magnolia tree in which she slept, her body changed from hardened bark to that of soft skin. her arms stretched above her head and a yawn escaped her mouth. the nymph wore a long silk dress that held the faintest hints of pink in the fabric. it was blackness and sleeveless, having a high neck as well. the dress pooled around her feet. around the antlers on her head was a string of pink and white flowers as well as a leafy vine. save for the antlers, vines, and flowers, the woman looked as if she were straight from the greco-roman era. opening her eyes, magnolia took a look around her grove. tucked deep within neck's forest was the hidden grove that maggie called home. surrounded by thick plantlike, and tall, towering trees, it could be hard to get into. the trees, which grew and melted into each other, created a wonderful circular perimeter large enough for the nymph. the grove was quite mystical looking. while dark and thick on the outside, the grove was actual quite bright and vibrant once you get past the barrier of trees. inside, there are many trees that hold colorful leaves and flowers, such as cherry blossoms or willow trees. there's a mixture of moss and grass for the ground, and tiny mushrooms grow here and there. there's a small cottage within the grove that maggie calls home. it holds all that she needs to survive. there's a small lake for her to bathe in, a well to gather clean water from, and she has gardens to grow fruits and vegetables in. not to mention her prized flower patch where she grows beautiful and rare specimens. at night the grove comes alive with wondrous bioluminescence, casting a blue and purple glow throughout. fireflies flicker like small faeries, and the small faeries glow as well. different animals live in the grove from deer, rabbits, squirrels, and birds to even a lone bear that comes for the berries from time to time, and sometimes hibernates in the grove each winter. it's magnolias most favorite place on earth. she protects this patch of land from pollution and humans, rarely letting anyone in for fear her home may be destroyed just like so many other natural places on earth.

xxxxwith the light of the morning sun the grove was losing it's bioluminescence, however, the area glowed where the sun cast down through the trees. rubbing at her eyes, the nymph took a moment to wake up fully. once she felt the grogginess seep out of her being maggie stepped forward. despite the world making it's way into the autumn season, magnolia's grove looked to be stuck in spring. that's nymph magic for you, able to keep plant life alive and healthy all year round. immediately maggie opted to move toward her prized patch of flowers, her eyes basically ablaze. which one of you trampled my cosmos atrosanguineus! she called out, facing the groundhog of the area, a well known culprit for stepping on and eating flowers. of course, the groundhog was nowhere to be seen, knowing well what he had done. moving through the grove maggie headed for the entrance to the grove where the groundhog often escaped from after eating her flowers. it wasn't uncommon for maggie to leave her grove, and this occurrence was no exception. someone had eaten her flowers! making her way out of the thick trees that surrounded her home, maggie searched for the groundhog. over, under, and sideways she searched for the creature. there! hiding underneath a bush like the coward he is magnolia made her move. sneaking up from behind the nymph swiftly grabbed the groundhog, lifting him up and facing him toward her. how could you! you know just how rare those flowers are! they are not native to the north nor grow in the wild anymore! how could you eat them! you are a monster! magnolia chastised, clearly seething with anger.

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

xxxxi think i'm going to be removing her for now, i'm not vibing with her at the moment

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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

xxxxoh no you don't! put me down you ingrate! wailed the cat as key grasped them in his hands, pulling the cat off of his face. the cat writhes for a moment, eyes piercing daggers at key as he is held, the most loathsome thing someone can do to him. being picked up made salem feel powerless. he could easily be disabled while picked up. someone could wrap him in a blanket, or hold him like a baby! not to mention they could be easily dropped and expected to land on their feet, or even thrown! no, salem absolutely detested being held. at last, being set down on the bed, salem gave key one last glare before he moved onto quickly grooming out his now mussed up fur. ignoring the question for a moment, the cat tamped down his dark fur with his tongue. ever since he was turned into a cat he hated having his fur stick up or going the wrong direction as it felt weird. now, sat at the edge of the bed and with his fur all going one direction, salem looked up to meet key's gaze and answer his question. jumping up to their paws, fur bristling, salem exclaimed,it is an emergency, i tell you! nobody was paying attention to me, so i came to you, sweet key, to give me such recognition! okay, perhaps it wasn't a total emergency. however, to the ageless cat nothing was well unless they were being paid attention to when they wanted it. of course, the cat could disappear in the blink of an eye when they wished to stay out of the spotlight. at the current moment they wanted attention, not to be ignored.

xxxxcalming down after their slightly overdramatic outburst, as well as having been held, salem sat back down. his fur rested flat once more as well. anyhoo, what time is it? i can't tell if it's midnight or midmorning. i hear other voices in the manor, so maybe it's time you got out of bed, key. you've gotten enough beauty rest, i say, the cat stated to their hybrid companion. not to mention i'm hungry and maybe it would do you some good to get me some food and eat something yourself. if you read between the lines, salem is asking for help. since he is just a cat he needs someone to reach into the kitchen cupboards for him, as well as open the cans of cat food for him. of course, being way too prideful, salem would never openly admit that he needs help in any forward sort of way. no, he simply hints at needing help whenever he speaks.

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He had woken up in the stall again, a large black horse nipping at his clothes. He blinked his eyes and looked around, breathing in the smell of the horses and the hay. Giving a heavy sneeze and spooking off his friends, he slowly got up and rubbed his eyes. The giant had been on a horrible habit of accidentally falling asleep in the stall and not returning to his small room to sleep. Perhaps it was because his room was inadequate and did not fit him properly. He fit into that room like a human in a dollhouse. But he was happy enough to fall asleep on hay. The large man stood slightly higher than the horses in his stall and he dust off the hay on his clothes. He wore boots, simple pants and a cotton shirt that was tucked into his pants. A lot of his clothes had patches in it, and looked to be sewn together of multiple items so that it would fit his large person.
Getting himself all dusted off and cleaned up, he got to work. Feeding, brushing and taking care of the horses in the stalls. He had help, another stable hand was supposed to show up at some point and help but he hadn't seen the other at all.
<< Hungry? Eat your food. You found my shirt tasty earlier. Perhaps you can fill your stomach with some real food. >> he grumbled to this black horse that had decided to wake him up so early. The sun was setting a new day and once all of his early chores were done, he sat back and looked up at the sky.
His large arms were crossed over his chest and he breathed in, then out. It truly was peaceful out here. The Manor wasn't exactly a place for him anyways. He felt out of place. Outside was where he best fit in, where he had all the space and the freedom he needed.
Only an hour later he had saddled up his largest horse, making sure all the necessary equipment was applied before swinging his large body onto the creature and heading out. Sometimes for fun when there wasn't much to do he liked to take some of the horses out for walks, just to get some exercise and some enrichment. The paths deep into the woods were fun to travel, and sometimes it would calm the giant. Heading into the trees, Mishka was ready to have a fine time by himself. However he had forgotten the last trail he had gone on and went a different direction this time. He headed down an unmarked path and went deeper and deeper into trouble. It concerned him a little bit but it didn't seem to bother him too much.
Eventually the man had to stop the horse. He got off and stretched himself, popping a few joints and adjusting his muscles from sitting for so long. He gathered the lead and pulled the horse over to a nice running stream so that the animal could drink and eat some of the shrubbery.
He bent down and moved to splash his face with water, rubbing it clean and drinking a bit of the water from his cupped hands. The horse leaned over and licked at his face, to which he laughed gently and rubbed its face.
His ears had caught something as they played, he soon stopped and listened. A voice? Just once voice.. it sounded upset. Was someone in trouble?
He stood up with a groan, looking around and listening some more. It was a nearby voice.. and he left the horse to graze. Stepping over logs and ferns, overgrown bushes and trees he finally got to it. A large wall seemed to block his path and he stepped over a log to try and get to the wall. He stuck an arm out to try and push through the wall but it went right through and he was caught off guard. The giant fell into the clearing onto his face and let out a loud "oof!".
Leaves settled around him and he blinked a few times, attempting to push himself up and look around.

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i. stoker family ii. male iii. 25 / 203 y/o iv. pansexual v. vampire
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the vampire listened to elysia, nodding his head with an understanding gaze. "hm, yes, he's a man who really loves his work." luca knew this very well, he's had to live with him after all. it didn't bother him anymore - it's just that he's gotten used to it and ignores it at this point. some days he doesn't even see him. luca's about to begin his way to the stairs on elysia's mark when he pauses, staring at her questionably as she hesitates. "oh! of course, i'm sure he's probably busy right now anyways. we can have you meet with the beast himself later." the vampire smiles warmly. "let's get you re-acquainted with the home, then first, yes? don't you worry, i wasn't doing anything important when you arrived. in fact, usually i'm pretty bored around here." he stares at her for a moment longer before he realizes something with a gasp, shaking his head at himself. "oh! forgive my manners; my name's luca."
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i. key ii. guest iii. male iv. 19 y/o v. heterosexual vi. angel-demon hybrid
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key rolls his eyes as the feline complains about being held for only a mere few seconds; the hybrid wasn't bothered at all. "hey, you're the one who jumped on my head!" he begins to fix his messy blue hair as salem grooms down his fur. he couldn't help but roll his eyes again at the cat's "emergency", replying with heavy sarcasm. "oh no, you poor soul, it must really feel awful, huh? what will you ever do?" key finishes with his hair and looks over at his clock when salem mentions the time. he stares back a the cat again with a overdramatic gasp. "oh no, you're hungry too? what is this, you're asking me to feed you? well what if i don't want to?" key gets up from his comfortable bed, missing the warmth that it brought immediately after. he tiptoes over to his closet and gazes over his clothes, silently thinking to himself on what he should wear today.

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