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

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Re: Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor V.2 | Open & Acceptin

Postby doc . » Wed Oct 14, 2020 9:59 am

xMISHKAxxKHABAROVSKI__
┌──────── viribus et honorem ────────┐
Shifter - ♂ - Stable Hand - Form
Tags: Magnolia
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He had to sit there for a minute to stop the world from spinning. That sure took a lot out of him. Luckily he had found the source of the angry voice. It seemed to be a very angry woman scolding someone. She came over to him and asked if he was alright. Which got him a little confused. Were there usually women hanging around in the forest by themselves? He pushed himself off the ground and slowly rose, dusting himself off and flicking a few leaves off his shoulders and from his hair.
"I am fine." he replied, voice deep and heavy. Mishka sat there looking down at her for a minute before gazing around. It seems he had accidentally fallen into somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. He could feel it deep down. It didn't feel dangerous, per say, but it did feel like he wasn't supposed to be there. Mishka sighed again and looked back down at the lady and wondered why she had been yelling. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, it was just the two of them.
"Mmn. I do not break easily."
He tried to lighten the mood a little, seeing as this now was slowly feeling awkward to him. This must have been her home.. or something like it. She obviously wasn't human and this place he now stood in didn't feel natural. He rubbed the back of his head and looked down at the other, towering over her by a solid two feet.
"I am sorry for dropping in. Heard the yelling. Came to see who was here." he explained himself, shrugging a little like a child who had been called out on for misbehaving somehow.
"I will not stay long."
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Postby ~ moth ~ » Wed Oct 14, 2020 10:33 am

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

    xxxx... i have no excuses for not writing for him at this point, i just can't think of anything


xxxxMAGNOLIA
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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: mishka

    xxxxas the man pushed himself off of the ground and stood magnolia followed suit. standing up herself and taking a step back she took a look over the man. he was much taller than expected, standing a good few feet higher than her. this caused her to have to strain her neck to look up at the brute. no normal man was seven feet tall, something about him must not be human. no matter, magnolia herself wasn't human. hell, she had antlers growing out of her head and white irises, she definitely wasn't human. there was no discrimination here against those who weren't human. it was a completely different story when it came to regular mortals, however. oh- well, that's good, magnolia said when the man mentioned he was fine. he spoke in a heavy accent that was easily placable, his voice quite deep as well. smiling softly as he mentioned he didn't break easily magnolia said, you know, you could have simply used the entrance like everyone else does. gesturing to the side with her hand there was a clear break in the wall of trees and plants a few meters away. an archway of flowers and vines created the entrance to the grove. waving him off as he began to apologize for entering the grove magnolia shook her head. don't be silly, you're perfectly fine. anyone is welcome in my grove, the nymph explained, listening as the man spoke about hearing yelling and wanting to investigate. softly chuckling at the mention of her yelling maggie then gestured over to where the groundhog was, trying to make his escape. that would be our culprit over there. he chewed and trampled up my cosmos atrosanguineus. nobody gets away with ruining my flowers, an angry flare grew in her eyes as magnolia sweetly spoke about her flowers being ruined. turning and facing the man once more magnolia nodded as he said he wouldn't be in the grove long. stay however long you would like. all i ask of you is don't litter, refrain from touching the animals, they're all wild, and keep away from my flowers or lord zeus help you from my wrath, she explained, putting emphasis on keeping away from her flowers. in the grove the flowers were her pride and joy. she didn't grow them using her plant magic .. okay, she may help them grow just a bit if they're not native to the area or look to be wilting. for the most part, though, the flowers thrive on their own. where are my manners? my name is magnolia, i am the keeper of this grove, and a nymph, she introduced, curtsying slightly to the man. and who might you be?


xxxxSALEM
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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

    xxxxi would have gotten off your head in no time! you didn't have to pick me up! the cat protested as key pointed out that salem had been the one to cause all of the commotion, inevitably making it so he was picked up. who gave you the right to manhandle me!? no one, i say, no one! he continued to protest, moving onto complaining at the point. you should always as someone if they mind being picked up! by someone salem meant them. read that sentence as you should always ask me if i mind being picked up! at this point the cats fur was standing on end once more causing salem to look like a black and white cotton ball. huffing in annoyance salem side glared key as the boy mocks him. you really do not understand the importance of my predicament, do you? the cat hissed in annoyance at key. clearly salem was having a major problem of attention deficiency and needed a dose of attention now. how could key not see that? well it seems you were the wrong choice to wake up, salem sighs as key continues to be sarcastic with him. really, salem had no other choice since it was key whose bedroom door was open a side, allowing for the cat to enter. all other bedroom doors had been closed, and thus impossible for salem to open due to the lack of height to reach the doorknob, and more importantly, the lack of opposable thumbs. key was his once and only choice to wake up given salem's options. who said anything about me asking you to feed me! where did you get that idea from! maybe because you heavily implied it, but okay. however, if you're offering, as you're such a great friend and all, i would not mind for you to get me breakfast. salem completely ignored the comment regarding the possibility of key not wanting to help him get breakfast. selective hearing i suppose.
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Re: Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor V.2 | Open & Acceptin

Postby Fenris_Ulf » Wed Oct 14, 2020 12:08 pm

Nicho'bala Truentsa| Nico or boy!| 12|Shifter|Position: Butler|Tags:The Polisher of Windows
Yes, yes the cat butler was going to actually listen to Fal, why wouldn't he, he was afraid of the vampire butler. He did not know the exact reason that he was afraid of him but subconsciously, anytime he was glared at or looked at a certian way, his flight or fight reaction would kick in and it was all he could do to not run away like a scaredy cat. Not to mention the boy was too tired to argue.
So there he was, finally finding the broom closet, and collected a mop and bucket.

Upon fetching water, the boy carried it back to the stairs and started to collect the water he had dripped upon the floor and mop away and water stains that they may have left. It would not take very long, before he would clean out the mop and empty the bucket. The whole time his mind growing more foggy and his eyes drooping. He returned to the closet to put the mop and bucket away, another yawn coming out as he knelt to put the bucket back onto the shelf, he slumped forward his head landing n the shelf as the tired boys eyes fluttered closed.
Corvanta Stellant| CoCo or Corva|13|Bearfolk|Position:Guest|Tags: Jesica
The boy smiled shyly under his mask as she placed the straw in his glass and moved over to take a sip, but stopped and looked down at his turtle puppet and gave a small nod to the turtle before turning and shaking a little as he looked at the girls knees, it was better than at her feet at least right. "T-Thank You for the straw and Milk Miss". As soon as he managed to get that out he raised his puppets to cover his face. It took him a bit to recollect himself before he slowly moved to sip on his strawberry milk. His reward for being polite
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Re: Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor V.2 | Open & Acceptin

Postby doc . » Wed Oct 14, 2020 4:33 pm

xMISHKAxxKHABAROVSKI__
┌──────── viribus et honorem ────────┐
Shifter - ♂ - Stable Hand - Form
Tags: Magnolia
└─────────────────────────────┘
He was directed to the entrance of the grove when the woman spoke of it. His eyes widened a little and his cheeks flushed as the giant grumbled and put a large paw on his face. Arrgh.. of course. There was an entrance.. and here he was looking like a complete fool in front of her. Typical. He groaned and rubbed his face for a moment before dropping his arm and letting his shoulders sag
"Sorry.. I did not see.." he answered slowly, looking back to her and glancing over again to where the woman was directing him. A lot of words were said and a lot of them he did not understand. There was an especially long one that made him look a bit confused. He probably could not even pronounce the word 'Cozomous astrozangeenaus' or whatever she had said. He sighed and relaxed a little more, looking back toward her. What an interesting being she was indeed. At least it made him feel a little better to know he wasn't alone. There was a lot of mythical creatures that came through the Manor with different abilities and such. She seemed to be a kind woman with large antlers. So she was half animal like him? He couldn't help but show just the little bit of a smile to her.
"Ah. Beautiful name. My name is Mishka, is nice to meet you." he said while bowing to her slightly just to be nice.
"I will not do any thing to make you upset. I promise." he chuckled, tilting his head a little bit and exhaling. Why did it seem so calm and peaceful here? Perhaps if he made friends he would come back here often to just relax.
"A Nyemmph? I do not know of this. Is it like.. your horns?" he asked while using his large hand to point up at his own head to make a point
"I am also like this. But is hard to see on outside." he rumbled
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Re: Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor V.2 | Open & Acceptin

Postby ∂αмє υмвяα » Wed Oct 14, 2020 5:16 pm

∂αмє υмвяα wrote:
∂αмє υмвяα wrote:
    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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♘ 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

Postby Good.Pointe » Thu Oct 15, 2020 7:02 am

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲
(𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲) 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧
𝟐𝟓𝐲𝐨
𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤
𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: At Home
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝: Everest
𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝: None
xxxx"𝓦ell most wolves don't really speak but I'll take your word for it." Rose replied. She watched carefully as the wolf glanced up at Knight. Rose moved her hand back to her side, then snapped her attention back to speaking.
xxxx"I see.." That's a bizarre statement to make. Especially coming from a supposedly ordinary speaking wolf, she thought to herself, but despite the story not adding up, she didn't question. This was a strange town. Rose knew that well. That was why she moved here, to be in a more accepting environment. Although, Airedale still wasn't the best. Her line of thinking stopped with a bump from Knight's nose. The wolf had taken another step closer, but remained clearly hesitant.
xxxx"Right.. My name is Rose. This here is my boy, Knight. He's my guard dog." Rose narrowed her eyes for a split second, catching herself analyzing a little too blatantly. She just hoped the wolf wasn't paying close attention to her eyes. Rose stood back up, debating whether to open the gate and allow Knight to follow her out. Just in case. "And you are?"

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𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞
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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: At Home
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝: Everest
𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝: None
xxxx𝓚night stared down at the canid, working out the level of threat. Rose seemed calm. The wolf was hesitant. But his prey instincts stayed on high alert. He listened to his owners tone. Neutral. She wasn't afraid. That's good. He relaxed his body, letting his head drop to meet the wolf's eye level. Now he was just curious. Wolves didn't like to come around here much. He took a step closer, wanting to get a better judgment of this wolf. He stayed alert, though. Those claws can be quite sharp. He had had to learn that the hard way when playing with the dogs back home. And those teeth... He shook. The gelding reached a bit closer with his nose, ears forward, gaze locked on the blue eyes that honed on him.
xxxxWait... That wasn't smart.
xxxxHe popped his head back up suddenly, reaching his nose to touch Rose's hand. She must be lost in thought. At least, that's what she always said happened whenever she stood so still like that. Knight waited for Rose to finish speaking before lowering his head down again, this time a bit more distant, but still just as curious.
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Re: Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor V.2 | Open & Acceptin

Postby MacabreSmile » Thu Oct 15, 2020 8:32 am

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

    LeMarc furrows his brow, obviously confused by what the flying gremlin is offering. A riddle? Seriously? He looks to Larkin, staring at himw ith panicked eyes as if trying to relay the message 'help me' to Larkin through the pure power of will.

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

    Oleander tenses at the touch, not so much in a frightened fashion, but more akin to how one would face a wild hare; still and quiet so as not to frighten away the timid creature. He tips his head to the side at Harvey's words. "Throw...Away?" Oleander blinks. He looks from Harvey to the basket, then back to Harvey, then to the basket again. "Hmm...Yes." A bundle of wisteria flowers is plucked from the basket, one of the more put together ones as opposed to the many tiny snatches of flowers from the bulk of the trimming.

    Oleander holds out his large, scarred hand with the wisteria in his open palm, offering it to Harvey. The tattoo eye blinks onto his wrist above the wisteria, staring once again at Harvey. "You may have this. The rest is for breakfast." He looks at the basket again, now full with tiny wisteria blossoms covering the pale carrot-like roots and dark berries. "I will take leave now, Mr. Lavigne. Unless you wish to join me for breaking fast?"

    He's always inviting people to join him for things like this; meeting his plants, touring his garden, or joining him for a meal. For some reason they tend to turn him down. It's odd, but people seem to be under the impression that being alone with Oleander is a Bad Idea... He doesn't get it, either.

    Oleander smiles, somewhat strained and not quite reaching his eyes. It's the kind of smile someone makes when they know they are supposed to smile during this situation, but has no idea how they're actually supposed to perform such a feat.


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

    Yeah, okay, don't introduce yourself, mysterious stranger. That's fine, Emilia is more than happy to keep calling you by increasingly ridiculous nicknames. "Yes, yes your shag hairstyle is very in style in these modern times." She smirks, sipping her coffee. Despite her annoyance, she's having a little fun here, finally finding someone that can keep up with her repartee. Of course, that fun is all doused out when the intruder provides a scathing analysis of her character. She has no response. What are you supposed to say when someone hits the nail on the head? Good shot?

    Emilia glares balefully, the shine of his glasses reflecting back in her eyes like a flash of warning. Her hand tenses around the ridiculous mug, teeth set on edge. How dare he. How dare this foppish, arrogant, incompetent thief come in and judge her like this! She can feel her body reacting to her anger this time, though, how the very makeup of her being wants to seethe along with her, and it snaps her right out of the feeling, reeling away from the robber with a grimace. Ugh, this was the worst morning she'd had since she got here. Not only was it a chore to get a mug of coffee, something she never had to deal with before the incident (less due to not knowing how a coffee maker works and more to the credit of her local starbucks baristas), she was also forced to listen to this rando break in and encroach his absolute absurdity on her at gunpoint with an ancient revolver. It'd be easier to just throw herself in the moor.

    But she's already downed the rest of her coffee in one go and made a point of dousing the cigarette in the remains of the robber's coffee, leaving it there for further framing whenever that snooty butler gets around to asking just who had been smoking in the manor. She crosses her arm, pursing her lips and glowering. Hmph. Whatever. "Wouldn't it just be easier to shoot me and get this over with?" Emilia says as she hops down from the counter and follows the robber to the door. Her voice is noticeably less amused, as if the stranger had taken all of the enjoyment out of the situation. "Like, I'm all for watching you get slapped, but like...is this worth the effort, Flash Gordon?"
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Re: Larkin Stoker, Elysia Rowan, and Katheryne Grey

Postby Squirrelstar123 » Thu Oct 15, 2020 2:07 pm

Larkin Stoker - The Head of Household - Human - 25 - Location: His Study - Tags: LeMarc, Lulu
Lark raised his eyebrows questioningly at LeMarc, wondering what the problem was with answering her puzzle. He then turned smiled down at his little bat friend. Stellaluna was such a "bean" (as the younger generation says) when she wasn't stealing all his stuff. He didn't know what her obsession with these riddles is but he liked to amuse her from time to time by answering them. "Why, I believe we have time to solve one of these riddles of yours. Don't we, LeMarc?" Larkin said, looking up from the small bat and giving LeMarc a look. Trying to conveying that he should agree because it would make Lulu happy. A happy Stellaluna means a good Stellaluna, which means less stealing of objects around the office and the manor. At least, this is what Lark believed, whether it was true or not. "Now, what riddle did you come up with today, Lulu?" Of course, she had asked LeMarc more directly but perhaps his butler had a weakness when it comes to that sort of thing. Why else would he have sent Lark that look otherwise if he wasn't bad at coming up with an answer?


Elysia Rowan - Guest - Fae/Human - 23 - Location: Crescentwood - Tags: Luca
Of course, Larkin was probably busy since Elysia couldn't really recall when he wasn't busy unless it was forced by another. He probably does have times since someone can't literally live working and do nothing else ever in their life, but it wasn't something she had seen with her own eyes. She liked the idea of being shown around the manor again and getting familiar with it once more. "I'm glad! I would have felt awful if you were in the middle of doing something and became stuck with me. I do appreciate your help and welcoming company. Perhaps I will be able to give you a break from your boredom as well." Elysia gave a sheepish smile and thought it must be a mundane life if it was mostly spent being bored. Perhaps that is part of the curse of being an immortal being, some sometimes sacrifices are made when you make a deal... assuming he wasn't born a vampire anyway like Lark. Her different colored eyes focused on Luca more intently when he spoke up once more. "Ah, yes! It was Luca! I was close..." Elysia exclaimed, her eyes going wide excitedly and pointing her index finger in the air before resting it above her upper lip thoughtfully. It took a few seconds before a look of shock and redness took over her face and Elysia bit her lip nervously. Her hand dropped back down and she ducked slightly. "Oops, I didn't mean to say that out loud.." The half-fae gave an embarrassed chuckle before trying to recover. "Well, it's nice to meet you again Luca. How about we uh, start on tour around while it still seems to be rather calm around here?" She gave him a warm smile and stepped down from the step she had climbed previously. She was a little worried about he-who-shall-not-be-named showing up since there is no doubt that he is still working around here somewhere and that hindering in one spot would only increase the chances of meeting. Also admittedly, she was excited to see if there was anything new or different around the estate and she wanted to get to know Luca a little better. Maybe she wouldn't forget his name next time haha..


Katheryne Grey - “Homeless” - Werewolf - 19 - Location: Airedale - Tags: Open
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Re: Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor V.2 | Open & Acceptin

Postby Winchester's Wolf » Thu Oct 15, 2020 3:09 pm

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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 threw her head back and laughed, pearly white and sharp teeth showing. (although her teeth were a bit of a dingy white). although the laugh did not last long, because she snapped her jaw shut and glared at the two- it was out of habit really. her tail swayed to and fro. she studied the pair, trying to read them like a book. it was quite funny on how this horse- this knight, was her guard dog. he might as well be her knight in shining armor- on a more serious note though, those hooves were still making her a little nervous though.

"apart from the non-speaking foes, I do not relate to them. that's what makes me special...in a way." was that sarcasm? well that is up to the reader to decided. she lowered her head and sniffed at the ground, staring at the woman- er rose, in the eyes. even with her limited vision, she could clearly see the woman. she shuffled around until both knight and rose were in view. her tail continued to wag. was it in a playful manner? possibly. who knew if that playful manner had some dangerous intentions.

however, her tail wagging did stop as the horse took a step closer, causing her to throw herself back into a crouch, her ears pinning back as she looked up at the beast. she let out a growl that should be categorized as a lethal weapon if it could do actual damage. everest could've barked if she knew how. she backed up slowly, snapping her jaws at the horse, but since she was further from both the horse and the girl so there was no need to worry about any injuries.

but she calmed down, rising up as the horse seemed to be at a good distance away...or well at least she was. her ears remained pinned back, her eyes still on the horse and a low still lingered. she closed her eyes and opened them back up, her eyes falling on the girl, "sorry, for that. i just have...bad...experiences with horses. they aren't a friend of mine." everest's tail started to swing to and fro again, her eyes now trained on the horse. "but...rose and knight. it is my pleasure to meet you. my name is everest." she could've sworn that she had a name before that- but where did she get everest from? she shook her head and looked at rose. everest shifted from paw to paw. the odd spring backwards caused some sort of newfound feeling that made it uncomfortable to stand now. she wouldn't take the liberty of sitting or laying down as she was allowing her guard to be let down. besides, she only came here for food, did she not...? well, no, it was just to mess with the human, but her hunger has been eating at her for a few days now.

she can last. just eight more days.


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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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fal sighed in relief as the kid was going to do what he was told- which was a good thing, right? well, he wasn't going to chase him down to make sure that he does his job. no- he has other things to do. maybe he should go find lemarc and ask what nicho was scheduled to do today...actually, no, scratch that. he'd rather not talk to him at the moment- not with this migraine. he moved his head up to his forehead and walked all the way back to his room. was he going to rest?

he wished.

instead, he entered his room, looking around for a brief moment. it took him a moment to remember that he had allowed mary to go out in town- if he wished. and apparently he did leave. that would explain on why nightshade was missing from his post. (an empty (but clean) tea cup that fal didn't want to touch- as the queen had claimed it as his own. for a resting place for his second-in-command).

facilier looked around once again, drawing a blank. what was he doing in here again? he walked further into his room and stood near his desk, flipping through the papers that crowded his desk. he paused. no- nothing that he wanted wasn't in the stack of papers. he looked around and decided to open the first drawer of three, pawing through the organized mess until he found what he was looking for: painkillers. now why did he have them there? well because he doubted that the manor had any around. besides, he didn't want anyone to question him. he replaced the bottle back into the mess and searched the drawers for anything to wash them down. ah- nope. where did he put them?

he walked over towards his nightstand and decided to dig through there. hopefully mary didn't get ahold- aha! there they are. he grabbed a couple of blood tablets before shutting the drawer and walking out of his room. now time to get some water. but the kitchen was too far away- and there was no way he was using mop water...I mean- cat fur, really? so facilier decided to walk to the kitchen, grab a cup, fill it with water, ignore the fools in the kitchen (he didn't even question why there was a giant in the kitchen in the first place) before heading on out of the kitchen and back towards his room. he was uncomfortable using the blood tablets around others. why? he couldn't explain well enough on why he felt that way.

he shook his head and plopped the tablets into the water, watching them dissolve. how disappointing. he knew who else would be disappointed in him for using these things- but what will they do? come back from the dead and chastise him about it?...yeah, I thought so. Facilier dipped back into his room as he took the painkillers and washed them down with whatever this poor excuse of substituted blood was...it was almost like a diet. fake blood is better than human or other creature blood...but oh well, its better than nothing. besides, does it look like he has the time to go out and hunt? no.

fal would stay in his room until the migraine had subsided some before going out of his way to wash the cup and bring it back to the kitchen- along with a few dishes that he found. he washed them, before walking back out and onto the upstairs to start cleaning windows again.


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ary A. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
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he blinked and stared at the woman. "well good thing that they aren't dead- I would like to meet them sometime," he said with a grin. he then looked down at his bookbag and pursed his lips, thinking. he then relaxed, looking back at Fran, "if they aren't from this world, then where are they from? are you also from a different world?" that'd be interesting. a little scary but interesting. if there was another world- then maybe he could travel there and use it for inspiration? that'd be neat. nightshade thought it would be neat too. but until they figure out what kind of world that it was- that idea was put on hold.

when the manor came up again, all he did was shrug. "I don't know why your sister would be mad at you. why can't the both of you work together?" he asked as he started to kick his legs again. "I would work with my papa but he tells me to stay in the room. at least today i was allowed to go to town!" he said as he clapped his hands a little. "most of the time i just...sit around. maybe mess up papa's desk a little- only because it's so messy!" he giggled and looked through his stuff once more. "what do you do out here all day? i'm pretty sure it gets boring out here." maybe they could play cards together. maybe something like war, or egyptain ratscrew (or ERS for short). or maybe they can do the impossible and build a house of cards. he looked up at the woman and waited for her response.


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she kept her gaze on lemarc, waiting for a reaction or a reply of some sort. but when she got none, she just simply looked down at the floor, her ears pinned back, a little disappointed- even though he didn't say anything, the disapproval was pretty clear. (or disappointment. one of those two. she wasn't the best at reading emotions- okay?). however, she perked up just a bit when lark said that they had the time to solve a riddle. what a good boy- maybe she could treat him with one of his stolen borrowed pens after this. stellaluna looked up at lemarc and then back at lark when given the a-ok to share a riddle.

right.

maybe she should've taken the time to think up a riddle rather than just staring at the reoccurring guest. but, she didn't have to think for too long as she shifted around, making sure that she could open the little watch's door with ease after they had solved her riddle. she had figured how the watch worked- almost. you would assume that fifty-seven riddles in, she would know how it would work? maybe you had forgotten about her fantastic memory.

stellaluna looked up at the two. what was now this feeling? it was almost like stage fright. why was this so? she never had felt like this when she shared riddles with larkin. her ears pinned back again as she decided to distract herself by opening the door of the watch, staring at the face.

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500 riddles
57 solved
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443 left


the same question always remained the same: what would happen if it reached the end? she looked up at lemarc and then over at lark. maybe one of the two would know. if not, then she'll find out from someone. someday. somehow. she shook her head and snapped the door shut. time was ticking. she was wasting time and she painfully knew it. even though she was incapable of knowing time management, she knew that time given to her by someone like her pet was very important- and she was wasting it. stellaluna gave an apologetic look at lark. lemarc would also get one- but he wasn't the one who gave her the time to share a riddle, now was he? no.

so instead of wasting even more time, she got on with it. she cleared her tiny throat and looked up at the two:


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"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
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after she spoke, she instantly flipped open the door and looked up at the two. and then back down at the face. she loved to watch as the counter went down when the riddle was solved correctly. did she herself know the answer? no she did not. not right off the bat at least. she would know if it was solved correctly- but if solved incorrectly, nothing would move and she would take even more time away from the two to figure out the answer. or, she could take up this time now, waiting for the two to figure it out. it was an odd riddle, even for herself, but she'll get the answer eventually.

disclaimer; the riddle is from Tolkien's The Hobbit; the answer: darkness
riddles left; 443
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    Oscar gasps! The ignominy! He puts a hand to his forehead and leans back, affronted by this slight on his hair. "Well I never-! You hurt me, Mimi. You kill me. Really! I'm dead on the floor as we speak! I thought we had something." With a false air of dejection, he stares wistfully into the middle distance for a long moment mid-cleaning before realizing that Emilia's demeanor had changed. His dizzyingly quick work slowed as he leaned in, smile sickly-sweet in it's charm. It was good confirmation, at least, that he'd struck enough chords. Gauging audience reception was his first priority! And I've gotten pretty good at it too, if I do say so myself! I love me a good bit of fun, but sometimes a bit of honesty levels the playing field. Besides, I am a robber...today, at least! I need to be a little mean. And my insults are subpar at best. Oh, don't flatter yourself.

    Oscar casts a second glance over his shoulder at his newfound companion, that very nearly-plastic smile wide on his face. It was still up in the air whether it was mocking or earnest, and his sing-song tone fails to elucidate the fact. "There we are, back to being shot. I daresay I've knocked myself a good few pegs, haven't I? W-...ah. I get it know. Only time can heal a broken heart, ja, but a kiss is a good placebo...if you've got a summer home in monaco you've neglected to mention until now, that is." Oscar's laughter is low and very nearly dastardly, a perfect disney villain laugh that shakes the halls with it's richness. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's touched the outskirts of Leck's forest at that volume. As he slinks into the hall, it dissipates into a rumble in his chest and then to nothing as he takes another drag on his cigarette, halfway done by now. "No matter! Always good to work out the conflict in the first act, as goes the second law of thermodynamics. Well, we aren't exactly in an isolated environment...maybe a better example is regenerative cooling in liquid-fuel rocket engines. Which, considering how perfect I am, would work out to be something like the Rocketdyne F-1 engine." He trails off into self-discussion. Wait. But the Rocketdyne F-1's cooling system kind of sucked. Jeez, so much for the ridiculously telling, occupation specific self-aggrandizement.

    "Metaphors aside. It's always worth the effort if it's fun! Look at this perfect face. Do you think I exist for any other reason except to be the arbiter of 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒗𝒆 and unregulated hedonism? Ha! As if dandyism was ever compatible with being a productive member of society. Perish the thought, Mimi. Just...don't actually perish. Think of me keeping you alive as...hmm, what sounds most in-character...ah! A hostage situation. Ja, fantastique, wunderbar, you are a hostage now. Isn't that cute?"

    After a few dramatic gestures and a couple of sparkles at the word "groove", Oscar eventually leads Emilia down the hall, stopping at every mirror(for obvious reasons) and looking up and down at the decor...oh. He's re-organizing everything. Every bouquet, every stack of books, every trinket and treasure. Once he's done with that, he walks slightly back to straighten paintings and even brandishes a comical set of magician's cloths from his sleeve to wipe off the tiniest bits of dust. It's almost mesmerising to watch, the effortlessness of it, and by the time they've ascended the stairs reached the first locked door, Oscar seems to have developed a pensive look on his face. He physically waves the air around his head, holds both the gun and his now-second cigarette between his teeth, and produces a hairpin. He leans slightly down, and begins working on the lock, turning to Emilia with his ear pressed to the door. As he sinks down a little more, his curls slide up the dark wood and bounce.

    "I'd love to have a chat with the head of the maidstaff around here, perchance ask them what kind of trauma they've endured that's left their decorating style so antisocial. Those bouquets' compositions are so unbalanced I'd think the flowers were arranged by meaning. In this day and age! I'll just have to try courting them and then redirect their tastes...out of love, of cours-Oh! Eureka!" Oscar opens the door to a small, strange room full of antiques. Which is to say, there are over fifty lava lamps in the room. A shag rug spreads across the floor, thick with the smell of old books, and furniture from a bygone era sit stacked along the walls, oranges and yellow chairs in a faux-suede stacked with records and old home tech. There is a walkman sitting on a small leather sofa atop a pile of magazines. Oscar fears the room might be one of those terrifying creatures that can change with the viewer's perception, totally unlike himself.

    "...ladies first, ja baby. Dibs on the walkman."
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