This is a victorian style roleplay. You can be of any race, time or creed or whatever.

Plot:- Forever Holme is a Victorian mansion situated in Yorkshire England on the edge of the Forever time portal. Only few are aware of its existence. Those are Lord Elijah Levi DeCourt Rosemont, his twin brother, the Society of Rosae Crucis , (SRC) and the elven peoples who live in the enchanted Forever Forest around Forever Holme.

The portal was created by Perceval Rosemont, to enable himself to change history and the future that he might take Elijah's place as Earl, as he feels the title is his. Also he wishes to gain immortality, for when he reaches the age of 43 he will die. This is because of the Curse of the Rosemonts - no female child ever born to house of Rosemont, all boys, and only one child per generation. The males are all hosts to the Demon Cassimolar, and when the Demon moves from father to son, the father dies. The Rosemont twins are an anomaly and contrary to the curse, Perceval is light skinned and blond haired, Elijah is dark skinned and has dark hair. Their father raped a member of his household, a gypsy girl, and she was their mother. Perceval sees himself as the Earl as he was firstborn but by a strange twist of fate Elijah ended up inheriting the mansion and the title and everything. This will be revealed.

Elijah guards the Forever Time portal so that his brother doesn't go through it and nothing evil may enter through it.

You can be anyone in this story apart from Elijah or Perceval - you can be from another time and place and want to come through the portal, you can be elves who live in the forest, or members of the FH household. Be as many characters as you like.

Enjoy.

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Elijah is sitting in the library reading a book on evolution. He is a tall handsome man with dark eyes and long dark hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a black suit, white shirt with sleeves rolled up and a waistcoat/vest over that. His collar is undone and his star pendant can be seen around his neck. He wears reading glasses.

As he is reading in front of the coal fire, a light shines through the window, silvery and flashing at first. He stands up and takes off his glasses.. lets the book fall to the floor. Someone or something has activated the Forever Time Portal...

He moves quickly to alert the servants and the other members of SRC who reside there. He also goes to a secret room in the hallway where there are amazing weapons and guns (all victorian style). Whatever is coming through that portal must be stopped.

* on the other side of the portal, just before it was activated*

" Why are you doing this?" A girl called out, she wasn't a girl, but a Kinecleran from the planet Kinet. She's all blue and wears a black race type suit, the sleeves end just after her shoulders and the pants end just before her knees. Her big, long tail was also out of the suit, her tail is striped black and blue, meaning that she is a scientist and artist. Her legs where allot like a velociraptor, but on her feet she only has two toes that held onto a black ball. Her arms where also like a velociraptor, but longer, and on her hand was 3 black claws that could flex like fingers. she wore a helmet that had a large point on the top and a small point on the bottom, it was also black, with the visor up her face is seeable, her face was all blue, her eyes where pure yellow, and her lips where black, with the visor down, it made the helmet completely black, except for a blue symbol where she could see from. Her name is Xina.

Xina was sitting, her arms and legs all scratched up and has a gash down her side. Looking at her was another Kinecleran, he looked the same as Xina, except his tail was just blue. He someone activated a portal while they where fighting, and Xina was maybe 3 meters away from it" We both knew who deserves the scientist spot. And with you gone, they'll re-elect a new scientist, and i'll get the spot!" He yelled. Xina shook her head" No wonder you didn't get the spot, you'd be a mad scientist" Xina whispered" So long Xina!" he yelled, Xina got up" no wa-!" Before she could finish her sentence, she was kicked into the portal, and blacked out.

* on the other side, after the portal was opened*

Xina was thrown out of the portal on the other side, blood from her gash followed her. She landed on the hard ground and rolled a bit, then she stopped, she was still unconscious from the portal ride. her body laid their, not sure where it was, and in need of medical attention.

Phelan couldn't help himself... he just had to go back to Lupeshire one more time.

Many years ago he would've shrugged if one had asked just what Lupeshire was and where it stood in the scheme of things, but now he recognized it as a little pocket dimension no bigger than England... and now, upon visiting another England, he was inclined to say that this England, known as Lupeshire, was an "a" rather than a "the", and the England he had visited before was definitely the original.

Tapping his cane against the clean gray stones of the cobbled street, Phelan drank in the cool, crisp air and nodded to various doggish, wolfish, and even feline humanoids as he walked down the street, all in dozens of shades and colors, anything from your average grays, browns, goldens, and blacks to purples, blues, pinks, and reds. He himself had thick solid gray fur with a trail of dark brown between his eyes and down his short, pointed muzzle.

There was a lovely magenta and black calico cat standing on the corner in a purple gown, her fur short and neat, and not sticking out of her clothes in tufts as his did. It was, of course, acceptable and even encouraged that gentleman maintain a rather shaggy appearance. He nodded to the Felisian, his pellucid golden eyes warm.

"Hello, Lady Felicia," He greeted, receiving a smile and a nod in return.

He continued down the street, nodding to several people he knew and only pausing to give a quick explanation as to where he had been... a lie. Most of Lupeshire's residents lived in ignorance of how small their world really was and how many more versions of this world and others were really out there, but it was an ignorance that was best. It was hard to decide how they would feel if he told them that there were a dozen more Englands out there, some with odd furless "Humans", some with sentient robotic life forms, some with quadrupeds... some so small that he couldn't enter them. These, he believed, were bug-sized Englands and were best left alone.

Phelan, deep into his own thoughts, speculations, and theories regarding dimensions, never realized how empty the street was until he heard the echo of his cane tapping and realized he was in Spectre Avenue. It was named thus because it seemed to be a ghost portion of the state... no one was allowed to live here or be here in general, unless they had a special pass, as Phelan did.

All dimensional travelers from this dimension had such a pass, because here was the location of a gate that remained open, rather than coming and going as some did. Instead of heading towards the gate, he veered into a network of alleys that would take him back the way he had come, only to hit a dead end a few moments later.

Well, it wasn't a dead end... more like a hinge less door blocking the alley way exit that he knew had been here before. The door was quite odd-looking actually... wider on the top than the bottom, an ungodly bright green, it was clearly a cry to the rooftops for someone or something to notice it. Phelan stepped up to the door, grasping the handle within a clawed paw, and pulled it open.

Yes, it was nice to see Lupeshire again. But when the door painted itself an ugly green and became all unsymmetrical just to get your attention, it was best to humor it and just walk through.

Beyond the door was a rather ugly garden full of withered plants of all shapes and sizes... even the grass was dead and brown. The path was one smooth jigsaw puzzle of warm-shaded stones cemented together, and he had to give the gardener some credit for trying. You just couldn't grow a garden in the lifeless void between portals.

Speaking of portals, his exit portal was in the shape of two huge, surprisingly healthy trees twisted together at the top to form a rough half circle, the area between them glowing bright white. Phelan walked unhesitatingly into this blinding light, closing his eyes so he wouldn't see spots when he exited. A few minutes later, he found himself on an immaculate green lawn in what appeared to be a very expansive and well cared for estate. Glancing down at his paws, he shaped some of his inner magic and watched his fur disappear, replaced with the pale skin of a Human. He felt his muzzled flatten, his eyes shrink and dim, and his horns shorten until they were non existent, and finally his shaggy wolf tail shoot back into his spine, leaving a well-dressed English (and most importantly, Human) gentleman standing in the wake of the wolfish creature.

Adjusting his sleeves, which felt strangely empty without his shaggy gray fur, he began to walk across the lawn, now holding his cane above the ground to lessen the damage he was doing to the lawn. Stepping on it was bad enough, but he saw no choice... he could always float, but since he wasn't sure if the residents of this dimension could do that, walking would have to do.

His path across the lawn was interrupted by a bundle of black and blue with very reptillian features. This must be one of the residents of this world, in which case... he was in the wrong skin. Or perhaps he or she was a creature from another dimension, since he or she was located so close to the portal and appeared to have been through some sort of ordeal.

Phelan kneeled down and examined the creature, noting the rather nasty gash on it's form. It was only gentlemanly that he give the creature aid, and the best aid he could give it at the moment was to carry it to that home he had been heading for himself. He never know how demon magic would effect another being, so it was best not to test it, even if he was doing it for the greater good.

The reptilian being seemed rather awkward to carry, but Phelan tried it anyway. He slipped two arms beneath the creature, picked it up, and proceeded to walk across the lawn with it, wondering idly when it would wake up and panic.

"Stop right there..." Elijah was right in front of him. "I want to know what you are.. what... who.. you are... who and what is that creature you are carrying and what you want in this world..."

He aimed two very elaborately decorated silver pistols at the creature and clicked them ready to fire.

"Incase you didn't know... you've stepped into England in the year 1855... and unless you have urgent business here - " His speech interrupted for a moment. Realising the reptilian creature appeared hurt he momentarily lowered his pistols. "Is it.. she.. is she alright, looks injured... I mean... she doesn't look well..."

As the man appeared to move a little he raised his pistols again. "No sudden moves.. whoever you are... I have been protecting this portal for a long time now and I am not to be trifled with. I'm extremely dangerous.."

Elijah was well aware that he didn't look dangerous, much less in control. He was on his guard but still concerned for the injured girl/thing the man was carrying.

Phelan was moving carefully, his attention more on the creature he held rather than the path before him, and so it seemed to him when he looked up that Elijah had materialized out of nowhere. He noticed immediately that this was a Human, and thought perhaps he had been right in his final assessment of the situation before. This reptilian creature was not from this world.

His wintry blue eyes fell to the rather finely crafted pistols the man held as he began to speak, Phelan choosing to listen first, and state his intentions after, since the man didn't seem to be in a hurry to shoot the weapon.

"I have no intention of causing harm or trouble," Phelan assured the man blandly, then added with some amusement, his lips moving subtly upward in a ghost of a smile, "Although... it seems like you are the one who could do the harming." He paused again as the man spoke of the portal, realizing his own explanation would be much easier now that he knew this man was a keeper of the portal. It wouldn't do to simply walk around telling anyone and everyone of a portal's existence, even if they chose to take your words seriously.

"I am pleased, this makes my story all the more easier to tell. You see, the portal materialized as I was taking a walk in my home world of Lupeshire, which just happens to be an alternate version of England. When I emerged through the portal, I came across this strange being lying injured on your lawn, and was hoping you could be of some assistance."

He paused here, wondering what the man would think of this.

Elijah eyed him suspiciously. "Alright...I'm going to put these away..." And immediately put the pistols in holsters at his hips. "I can see you are telling the truth." Elijah could read his mind like a book and smiled a little, maybe even smirked a bit. He was often mistaken for a human being. "I am charged with protecting this portal, and believe me, you don't want to face the vile creature that created it." *smiles" Come on, she does appear to need some medical assistance.. and I do have a laboratory at the mansion.

Elijah leads the way to the back door of the mansion, still there is no one awake. He wondered if they had even heard the portal opening or him calling them to come and help. He thought it kind of odd but was more concerned with getting help and medicine for the injured reptilian. He helped the other visitor lay her on the "slab" and began checking her over a bit.
"Believe it or not I do know a little about reptilian physiology..." Said Elijah making up a solution, he had a secret about that but was not about telling a pure stranger his business.

"You did not mention your name..." He continued as he drew the solution into a rather large syringe.. "But my name... is Elijah DeCourt...Very pleased to meet you." *offers the other man his hand to shake"

[ I just wanna let you know, Xina like's 6.4 feet, and my avatar is her]

Xina's eyes opened very slightly when she was put onto a table. She moved her tail so that it was curled around her. She heard two guys talking, she ignored them. She moved her eyes and looked around the room. Xina moved her head slightly to see a guy wth a needle offering the other guy his hand, Xina being her gasped and fell off the table onto her gashed up side. She sat up and held onto her said, moaning.

Phelan tilted his head slightly as the man put his guns away, having really expected nothing less. Call him optimistic, but he did believe that if one was telling the truth then one could get out of most unfortunate situations, and he was the voice of experience.

"I most certainly believe you. I've had my fill of vile creatures this century," Phelan murmured, following the man into the mansion, careful to avoid hitting the creature's head or limbs on anything as he made his way into the lab and placed the creature on the table. He too noticed that the mansion was eerily silent, but refrained from mentioning this... for all he knew, it was always like this.

"That is... intriguing. I don't run across many reptiles myself," Phelan replied, stepping back to give the man room to work and observing from several feet away. Deciding that his cane was rather useless at the moment, he stuck the tip of it into it's boot, causing the whole thing to shrink, seemingly being sucked into his boot by some unknown force. It happened so quickly and quietly he doubted that anyone had noticed, but again, one never knew.

"A pleasure, Mr. Decourt," Phelan replied formally, stepping forward long enough to shake the man's hand. "I am Phelan Witchelny... and I must say, I don't believe I've been to this version of England before..."

He trailed off as the creature stirred, and wondered just what a picture they presented, perhaps two mad scientists shaking hands and congratulating themselves over their new test subject? He had a rather energetic mind, and that was the first conclusion he came too.

"Are you all right?" Phelan inquired as the creature fell from the table, not moving to help. He felt that the gesture would be seen as threatening. "You're only going to make the wound worse if you don't sit still and allow Mr. Decourt to fix it."

Elijah rushed to get the reptile girl back on to the slab. She seemed disoriented and her wound had been aggravated. "Welcome to the land of the living..." He joked as he continued to extract the solution into the syringe which really was quite huge and threatening. "You're in England... 1855... and don't worry Mr Witchelny and I are here to help you... looks like you've been through the wars..." *he grabbed a swab and started cleaning the wound* "That really is quite deep. You'll need bed rest certainly, no use trying to walk on that... however I do know... you will heal faster than a human.." *Smiles*
He was aware that the girl was agitated and that she might strike him. He hoped his bedside manner was not inappropriate. Glancing over at Phelan he began to talk to him so that the girl would be distracted and not feel threatened. "Mr Witchelny where are my manners...? Would you like some refreshments? My servants are on call 24 hours a day and would be glad to serve you. Now.. you say there are several different versions of England? Fascinating...

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Perceval Rosemont arrived alone, and quiet as possible, the place eerily quiet but that was just as he expected. He dismounted from his horse and tied her up safely. Passing by the window outside he could see that unfortunately Elijah was not alone and this would make his task all the more difficult. Perceval was Elijah's twin brother, exactly like him in every way, identical but for their colouring. He was a light skinned blonde haired Aryan type and Elijah dark skinned.. dark eyed... gypsy boy. He wore a golden coloured riding coat and big riding boots "Damn now..who the blazes are you?" He whispered under his breath to himself as he saw the strange looking man with Elijah and the thing on the slab. "Daemons..." He growled "Must be.. must be..." He thought about it for a moment... these two had screwed up his plans. He grinned slowly looking quite insane. It didn't matter..they didn't look very tough and the girl/thing was injured... there were no servants there this evening, so he would have to do everything himself. Little known to his pathetic brother, Perceval had placed them under an enchantment, they would remain in the forest seemingly asleep until Perceval decided to release them. He would continue as planned.

A few minutes later he was inside and making his way towards the laboratory... would he go in and confront and kill all of them or not? What would be best? Didn't take him long to think about it, he cocked his pistol and kicked the door open. "Well now isn't this cosy?" He half hissed "Elijah DeCourt.. his new boyfriend.. *smirks and gestures to Phelan* and a Daemoness... *Lears at her and moves behind her* You're pretty for a Daemon...I'll give you that... *Laughs*

"What are you doing here?" Elijah half gasped.. he really was off his guard trying to help the poor girl and wasn't expecting this. "How did you get in?"

"Oh you aren't the only one with gypsy talents brother..." Perceval retorted with a look of madness and downright insanity "Curses... Tarot Cards.. Enchantments...*chuckles* Glances to Phelan "Did he tell you he was a Gypsy boy? *To Elijah* I got rid of your servants and your colleages with a word... and now its just thee and me lad.. and whoever that is.. there.. *smiles politely at Phelan, and his eyes glow golden brown* Hello you... *Sniffs the air* I smell... Wolfbane? *Grins*

Almost too fast to see, Elijah grabbed the pistols still held in the holster at his hip. Too late for the barrel of Percevals pistol was right at his head. "You're not immortal if you get killed..." Laughed Perceval "And I can kill you make no mistake about that I can and I will..."
"You'd have killed me already Perceval..." Gasped Elijah, desperately trying to control himself, he knew the first stages of transformation had started. Looking at his skin he knew they could see it going transparent in places and the black scales showing.
"Sometimes humiliation is enough for me..." Perceval hissed glanced at Phelan and Xina before making his brother kneel on the floor with his hands on his head, the pistol aimed right at him. "What do you think.. anyone want to see him transform before I blast his brain to kingdom come?"

Xina winced when she was suddenly picked up and put back on the table, he then began cleaning her wound, she winced again, it stinged, but she staid still, she looked at her hand, the blood of her wound had stained her 3 black claws. She looked at Elijah and Phelan as Elijah explained where she was" England?" she whispered to herself. That was when Perceval barged in with a gun, Xina jumped at the sudden event, she shook in fear, he had a loaded gun. Was he here to shoot her? He was calling Phelan and Elijah boyfriends. He was then calling her a daemoness and was behind her, saying she was beautiful for a daemon, her eyes narrowed. She's not a daemon, whatever that is. He know has Elijah on his knees with the gun to his head. she couldn't let him kill Elijah. She used her claws and extreme speed to cut under his wriest where one of the main arteries of a human should be. She then sat on the table again, pretending that she didn't do it. Typical Xina.

Phelan observed from afar as Elijah continued to aid the reptilian girl and managed to put her at ease, though he himself remained rather silent throughout the whole process, reflecting on his inner thoughts, which, as usual, consisted of dimensions and his current activities. Once more he delved into speculation and unfounded theory, wondering if there were particle-sized worlds and worlds existing within worlds. Were there alternate Englands within the alternate Englands? Perhaps each raindrop held an infinite amount of particle-sized worlds... these were his thoughts until Elijah addressed him, and his thoughtful expression, aimed at the ground in front of him, lifted and became a bland one.

"Oh, I just had a rather hearty lunch before I left my world," He replied, his hands folded in front of him. "Speaking of which, what an interesting topic. I believe there are countless versions of England, and I have already seen about six, not including this one... although I doubt I'll be able to see them all. There are some that are simply too small for someone of our size to fit... unless we brought magic into the equation, but who knows what the result would be if we tampered with magic and dimensions..." He trailed off as what appeared to be a lighter twin version of Elijah burst through the door with gun in hand.

Phelan blinked as the man began to talk, spewing nothing but insults and threats, and calmly waited until he had finished before saying anything. This situation was unexpected, curious, and rather dangerous, especially when the strange man seemed to know more about him than he himselve had revealed. He kept his Human skin and decided to settle for demon magic rather than brute physical force.

"How rude... you didn't introduce yourself properly," Phelan said, though his eyes were on the black scales that were beginning to show on Elijah's skin. That answers many questions... but creates several more.

Watching the seemingly crazed man glance at them only once before turning most of his attention on Elijah, Phelan waited until he was halfway through with his sentence before gathering the magic in his body and channeling it through his eyes, which turned a wolfish golden as he shifted them to Perceval's gun. Unless something prevented it, the gun's material instantly changed from metal to rubber. Although it still looked like a gun, Perceval would soon find that it wasn't. Once the magic had left his eyes and it was safe to do so, Phelan glanced around to take stock of the situation, noticing Xina lounging on the table in a different position than the one she had been in, which wasn't unusual.

What was unusual was the blood spurting from a wound in Perceval's wrist, which hadn't been there before... he would've noticed it. "Is that your doing, Mr. Decourt?" Phelan inquired blandly as the blood puddled on the ground.

Perceval shuddered violently but refused to move from his position, he finally had Elijah exactly where he wanted him, even though he was bleeding. He glanced over to the girl, and he was obviously distressed and sweating. "Bloody Daemons.. you.." *Looks to Phelan" "Both of you..." *Pauses* You wouldn't be so damn cocky if you knew what was inside of him... or inside of me for that matter...*Breathes deeply and shakily, kneels down in front of Elijah very weak from a loss of blood* "You heal me brother... or I'll take you with me by all counts I will... remember what happened to our father... hmmm? Would you leave me to the same fate?... remember..."

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Alarmed, Elijah grabs the gun from his brothers weakened grasp... he finds that it is apparently changed.. made of rubber now rather than metal.. he glances toward Phelan as if to ask him telepathically if it was he who had changed the weapon... and to Xina as if to ask if it was her who had slashed Percevals wrist? He heard Phelan ask if it was his doing? "No.. not mine.. not mine.." He answered.
*low whisper* "Perceval... you shouldn't have come here... you really should never have come here... Be it that the cosmic has stopped ye this time by providing me with these two guardians when ye have disabled my entire household... does that not tell ye something Perceval? You're not supposed to go through it..."
He stands up suppressing his emotions and his anger. "Its been absolute months since he tried... he never stops.. he just never stops." A wave of anger sweeps over him, visible on his skin, dark scales appearing and disappearing randomy, as he struggles to keep himself under control, his eyes glow green for a moment before turning to normal. He grabs his brothers bleeding wrist and holds it, the blood stops. Elijah is furious, and grabs Perceval by the throat, pushing him right out of the door and to the end of the hall and right through the big window till Perceval is lying in the broken glass giggling insanely. Elijah's voice changes and gets deeper. "Get out.. Get OUT!" He turns his back meaning to return and apologise to his visitors, worrying about how they must feel now, and that he has not been a very good host.

Xina growled" I'm not a daemon" she whispered, looking at her feet. Before she knew it Elijah was carrying Perceval by the throat, and was thrown out a window, I guess it was good that he's gone now. Xina looked at the blood from perceval that was on the floor. Her being a very good scientist, she got on her knees and reached down towards the blood, she got some on one of her claws, she then sat up and examined the blood with great interest. She looked at Elijah, then back at the blood" What is a Daemon anyways?" She asked, she used her other claw and touched it, then slowly pulled her claw away to find out the density of the blood. For sure it wasn't human, it's far to thin and watery.

Elijah's voice was still very deep and growling but he was much calmer. "Daemon.. creature from Hell... so they say..." He walks back to the laboratory, looking much darker than he did when they all met not an hour ago. "I apologise for my brother." He said to Phelan. "I fear you are now displeased with this... alternate England. I.. assure you its not always like this. And I must thank you and this young lady.. who has not yet given us her name.. for what you have done for me this evening. My brother believes both of you to be Daemons... as we are. His mind is very limited. He doesn't see that there are alternate places where there are not Daemons present. I on the other hand don't see it that way. Perceval is insane. Should be locked up.. not that a padded cell would hold him. *He goes a bit thoughtful for a moment staring into the distance* "We're dual nature. A mixture of human being and Daemonic entity... Perceval is a fire Daemon but he cant use his power on this land, I enchanted it thus...and I am... *Stops before he tells them what he is and goes very quiet and distant and pauses...before helping Xina up, offering her his hand and pulling her gently to her feet*
The house began to heal itself and the broken window seemed to grow back, the shards of the old one still outside.

Xina listened to what a daemon was carefully, but also still examined the blood. She looked up to see a hand offered to her, she gave him her clean hand, she was then being helped up, once she was up, she smiled. He is very nice, even if he is a daemon. He said that she never gave out her name, she thought back and he was right. She never found the time to do so" My name's Xina. And I come from the planet Kinet" She looked at the blood on her claws again" I could tell you weren't human even before you told us. You can tell allot by blood" She showed him the blood on her claws.

Phelan frowned at the man's nonsensical ranting, giving Phelan a quick nod when he asked his telepathic question and responding with a telepathic Indeed, but as for the wound... I do not know how that was acquired. He withdrew from the telepathic link after that comment, leaving an impression of curiosity.

"How disturbing..." Phelan began as Perceval's actions were explained, only to stop when Elijah seemed to lose control of his physiology and then his temper, smashing Perceval through the window down the hall. Phelan had to conclude that he wasn't aiming to kill his supposed brother, and that in itself intrigued him. Why not do away with those that would cause you and others harm? Perhaps this was a ruthless thought, but Phelan didn't look at the decision morally. Destroying a mass destroyer was in itself a moral obligation, even if it violated lesser moral laws in the process. But Phelan had learned to keep such an opinion to himself, as it always seemed to disturb others.

The gentleman nodded as Elijah explained to Xina what a Daemon was, directing his next comments at both of them. "I think perhaps "Daemon" is but a variation of the better known term "Demon", of which I have some ancestry and bloodlines. If I was..." He paused, considering his Human skin and how he'd rather not reveal his true form, and amended "...More attentive, I would've recognized that you two were not Human. But it's hard to remain perceptive to such a thing... sometimes." In other words, his senses (which equaled to way more than five or six) were weakened to a pathetic point in his Human skin, as was his magic and other abilities.

And then Xina chose to reveal her name, to which Phelan tried to reply with a warm smile, but ended up just barely tugging the corners of his lips up, his expression more or less unreadable. "Planet... is that another term for Dimension?" Phelan asked curiously, having no concept of the word itself, but he did know of space and of the stars, three moons, and rather weak sun that littered the sky above Lupeshire.

"I would like to remain here for a little longer. I feel that there is much we can teach each other," He said thoughtfully, aiming this comment at both of them, but there was a question in the words as he glanced at Elijah. Would Elijah allow it? Or would he prefer to ship them off to their various dimensions and 'planets'? If ordered to leave, or even if asked, Phelan wouldn't hesitate to turn around and walk right back to Lupeshire, but a door didn't paint itself bright green and shape itself to be all unsymmetrical for no reason. ]

Sir you have been most gracious. And you are correct.. I simply use the word "Daemon" because it existed before the advent of...religion. *long thoughtful pause* I know what you think.. but I can't kill him. It is complicated. He's my twin brother... we're two halves of the same person...at least thats how I look at it. And you were not entirely wrong in your assessments.. I am human but I am a hybrid... if you want to put it blutly. Xina explained how she knew he and Perceval were not human, her..claw.. covered in his blood. Elijah took a handkerchief from his pocket and made to wipe it off. "I am so sorry... I really am. After helping her clean the blood off for a moment he hands her the tissue and lets her continue on her own.

Mr Witchelny... I would be honoured if you would stay for a time, the portal can be unpredictible.. I have tracking equipment but chancing it to open at your dimension is a big risk for now. Both of you have performed a service to the cosmic this evening as far as I am concerned... who knows what he'd do if he could get through the portal. I want to hear about each of your worlds... planets... and I have spare rooms. Shall we retire to the library? There is a coal fire burning in there and it is warmer. He opens the door of the laboratory. *turns to Xina* Are you alright my dear? It has been an awful night for you.

Xina almost wanted to stop him when he started to wipe of the blood, but he then stopped and gave her the tissue, she looked at her claws, she wanted to examine it more, but now that it was on the tissue, she could do actual tests on it, she continued to rub of the blood.

Xina turned to Elijah, who was now at the door and asking if she was alright, she nodded with a smile" Yea, i'll get over it. This type of stuff is normal back at home" She sat at the edge of the table, she put her hand under her foot, her toes uncurled and the black ball fell off her foot, she flexed her toes before moving onto the other foot and doing the same thing. She put her hand flat, the balls began to float before they disappeared. She then slipped off the table , she waited for elijah to walk towards the library, she wasn't sure where it was, she wasn't even sure what it is.

Phelan nodded slowly, holding his right hand by his side with the palm facing and parallel to the floor, and his cane seeming to drop out of his palm to touch the floor, his white gloved fingers closing over the silver wolf's head that adorned it. "Having no siblings, I have no understanding of that concept. But sibling or not, most are rather upset with me when I fail to see their views. But enough of that... I would be glad to explore this new England, although I must say that I could normally traverse a portal quite well on my own..."

He turned to look at Xina as Elijah did, his expression as questioning as the man's words. "You consider this normal? What an intriguing concept. I can hardly wait to hear what your... planet... is like. I always manage to visit the dull worlds." With that, he turned and followed Elijah out of the room, cane descending noiselessly towards the ground with each step, although he didn't really need it. At least not for walking.

"Is this portal of yours unique? I recall that you mentioned certain charms you had placed..." He finally ventured, having become shy for a few moments as they walked. It came and went... he was his most confident in odd moments, when the trivial things didn't matter. But when everything had settled down and people finally decided to take a closer look, they began to notice the odd or just plain inhuman characteristics he possessed. He really had no reason to be shy here, walking beside a reptilian being and a .... demonic reptilian being, but old habits die hard as the saying goes.

Xina sighed at what Phelan said, it wasn't a dull world, more of a high tech world, but not like the big shinny cities you would see in sci-fi movies. It's allot like earth when it was still very young. Xina followed the two. As they probably already found out, she isn't exactly talkative, mainly because this isn't her native tongue. She doesn't exactly know how to ask questions, how to put it into understandable words.

She had to learn their language just from listening to Phelan and Elijah talk to each other, when she was asked a question, she just thought back and found the words she was looking for, then put them into a sentence, same with when she talked to them or asked them a question. She looked around as they walked towards the library" What is a library?" she asked them.