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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey

"I've always wanted to see someone die. Maybe I'll see their ghost."

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a character in “Hodgeson Manor”, as played by Marzipan

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Full Name: Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
Nickname: Marzi, Doll
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (Straight)
Height: 5"7'
Race: Dragon Seer
Powers: She can tell if you lie by having a vision. Dahlia is able to control whether or not she wants to see the vision or not. The vision, if she chooses to accept it, will be of what the person claims to have been doing or saying. Her job is to find a dragon emblem in that vision. If she does, the vision is a lie, and Dahlia knows that what is told to her isn't true. For example (to make things clearer for the reader), Dahlia is talking to a man. He complains how his wife is accusing him of cheating. He explains how he was clearly at his office and doing his work, being faithful to his wife and that she was just being paranoid. Dahlia feels a deep pang in her belly, the call of a vision. She accepts and appears to be spacing out. She is in the vision of the man in his office cubicle. It shows the man working on something on the computer. She can see everything around her clearly as if she's standing there watching the man. She looks around quickly, the visions sometimes end abruptly so she tends to take haste. She catches the dragon emblem pasted on his coffee mug. It looks like the coffee mug comes with the emblem on it. The dragon emblem can be anywhere at any size. If the lie was big, then so is the emblem. Dahlia has a hard time finding the emblem in half-truths since the dragon emblem could be the size of a dime. Anyway, the emblem is seen and Dahlia knows the man just lied about going to work. These visions do not show her what the truth is. She can only tell if the person lied or not. He was lying about going to work but it could mean he was just somewhere else. This is the disadvantage of her power.
Skills: Acrobatics, Ballet, Gymnastics, The Art of Annoying/Disturbing others,
Weakness(es): She can't tell if you're telling the truth, She doesn't know when she's going too far, She absolutely cannot lick her nose with her tongue.
Equipment: Knapsack, Digital Camera, Ballet Gear, Sweats, Water bottle
Personal Quote: "I am my own person."
Description: She has dark maroon hair. It's extremely soft, almost like fur. It stoops to a long length that almost reaches her hips. Her body type is quite thin and limber for her age. However, despite her frail appearance, she still has a few curves to drool over. Her skin is the color of porcelain and her lips are an ashen cream color. Her big, fluttering hazel eyes are to not be messed with. She may look sweet and cuddly, but she's a complete ass.
Personality: Neurotic, Perfectionist, A bit of a Slob, Good sense of humor, Insane, Flirty, Inappropriate
History: No one knows where Dahlia came from. Except for the King of course. However, no one knows her past or why she acts the way she does. But she has been born on Valentine's day (February 14) the year of 1995.
Anything Else: She dislikes Absent-minded people, Seafood, People similar to her (She likes to be the only one of her kind), Being Controlled, Pressured.
She likes Her Space, Pranks (On others preferably, but she can handle them on herself), Soppy Romantic Films, Reading, Being Annoying.

So begins...

Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey's Story

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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
"But you can call me Marzi, or Doll."

A youthful woman dressed in a modest cream gown blister her soft hands as she scrubs the dirtied dishes. The lower part of her torso, right above her hips, was pressed against the counter as she scrubbed a pot vigorously, leaning in close to the sink. Her enchantingly dark, maroon hair was tucked behind her ears. The shorter strands of her layered coiffure locks curl around her earlobe and continue to curl past her shoulders. Her long, slender legs tense as she had been standing in the kitchen for a while. She absolutely detested it when the household had feasts.

This was unusual. Dahlia, also known as Marzi or Doll, was actually quiet. She didn't flick her sinful tongue at anyone today. That was because she was alone. She was only neurotic when others were around. It was no fun to be that way when no one would be around to see her. She had only seen one person today, and that was King. He wasn't in the mood to socialize though. He didn't bother to react to her absurd efforts to make him cross. Strange. She pouted, her eyebrows furrowing as she hung up the last dry pan. Dahlia grabbed the sopping wet towel that hung on a hook beside the sink and squeezed it so droplets would fly. It wasn't very dry, but she attempted to use it to dry her hands anyway. Today better not be boring. Her hazel green hues flicker to the door. Her kitchen shift hadn't ended yet. King ordered her to stay in the kitchen until lunch break. It was only ten in the morning.

"Just a two hour difference. Not like he'd notice anyway." She tosses the towel behind her with no remorse and skips over to the kitchen door like a giddy little girl.

"If he does, it'd just be the heaps more fun." She clasps her hands together in delight. Oh how she loved to see the rage pour out of him like magma sizzling underneath the surface. Scorching hot with venom-like hatred. It was simply arousing.

(If it isn't a very good post, I'll edit it. Feedback would be nice.)

Kisa Alessandra

Kisa Alessandra was a strange woman. It was obvious from the way she was hanging from the canopy of her bed with a book in her hands, reading upside down. The book wasn't that thick but for some reason, it provided her with a thrill as it was forbidden, er, at least not meant for her eyes. Knowing she could get scolded for merely asking, she had found a way to get into the King's Private Library. She'd been there a few minutes, grabbing only two books and making a dash for her room when she should probably be doing her chores. Chores, she sighed and closed her eyes while also closing the book and focusing on feeling the rush of all her blood going to her head. Funny how the Dog hasn't busted me yet. Alessandra grunted as she pulled herself up and was suddenly falling onto her bed.

Alessandra blinked open her icy blue eyes and began to hum softly. Her blue eyes, black hair and her pale skin would've made her a jewel, yet the tattoos somehow made her more than just a jewel. It made her beautiful, but also an oddity in the castle. Many of the King's guests and servants gawked at her and mostly tried to steer away from her. It was something that had probably made the King want to keep her here. Well, that's what she has always thought since she's shown up here.

"Time to return the books." She spoke softly to herself, as she grabbed the other book that had been lying on her pillow. Both books were old and... both spoke about great battles and types of fighting strategies. Allie stood and threw her hairs over her shoulder, as if mentally shrugging off her tiredness and walking out into the hallway. She walked through the hallways, her mind going blank as she walked into the kitchen to find another servant there. But she wasn't just a servant, if Allie remembered correctly, the girl in the white gown's name was Dolly or something close to that.

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Celeste Tempina

Celeste furiously swept the floors, adjusting her grip on the sweaty handle of the broom. "Who knew sweeping could be so hard?" She said out loud to nobody, expect her figments of imagination. Today it was just a grumpy old business man and an extremely perky blonde girl that Celeste wanted to pinch in the face, but then remembered that she wasn't real. Celeste finished sweeping the long hall and took a break. It reminded her of her old house, it had to be perfect or she would be beaten raw. She took serval deep breaths and forced herself not to cry. Everything was better now.


Celeste put the broom back in the closet. Her foot hit something solid, knocking it over. She looked down in horror to see water spilling all over her feet. She let out a loud scream as her feet made sizzling sounds. Tears of pain sliding down her cheek only made it worse. Her feet burned. Celeste then got on her knees and crawled out of the puddle. She clenched her fist, making fire appear. She held the flame to her feet, giving her some relief. Her feet were burned badly, her left pinky toe was completely black with charred flesh. She hobbled to the kitchen.

"Could you help me?" Celeste croaked as she awkwardly staggered into the kitchen. Her lip quivered as she walked a little closer, her feet screaming out in pain.

Alistair Costello

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Alistair's day began with making sure that the new residents had the most awful morning possible and punishing others who say otherwise. At the moment he was rough handling a Neko who had just arrived and was already making trouble. Gripping the young man's ear tightly twisting it so he yelped in pain. He growled deeply into his ear and spoke " Now kitty cat are you going to play nice and do the work you've been set or do I need to bite your ear off?" His voice was deep and rumbled with power and aggression.

The Neko squirmed and mewed fearfully " I will, I promise please" the Neko pleaded with him tears streaming down his face. Snarling loudly Alistair let go of the Neko's ear and stomped on his tail for good measure. The Neko howled in pain as Alistair walked away.

Alistair made his way to the kitchen to make sure that everyone was doing their jobs. He just about go to the door when he noticed Dahlia leaving the kitchen her shift wasn't finished yet. Grabbing her by the throat he snarled " you better have a good reason for leaving Dolly, the King doesn't like any slacking as you well know." Alistair noticed some others in the kitchen, Kisa had been in the king library again and it was strictly forbidden to enter there without permission. " and you Kisa, do not think the King has not noticed you going into the library without his consent. As result for your incompetence of not following rules, you will be working double shifts in the boiler room" he turned his head sharply baring his sharp teeth at Kisa.

The sound of screaming meet his ears, what a wonderful sound it was it was Celeste crying as usual, but this time it was a cry of pain. " Celeste you will recover from your screaming right now otherwise I will dunk your head in the kitchen sink " Alistair said sharply " Back to work.NOW!" He snarled finally letting go of Dahlia's neck. And standing with his arms crossed making sure work was being done.

Celeste squeaked in fear and limped back to her work. She wrapped clothes around her hands and washed the floor with a brush and water, wincing every time a drop landed on wrist. She bit her lip to resist yelping out in pain. Celeste scrubbed furiously as she remembered her mother. Her hands started to flame, setting the brush on fire. She quickly looked down and dropped it in surprise. She then stood up on one foot and reduced the fire. Celeste bit her lip and casually hopped towards the broom closet and got another one.

Celeste finally finished washing the halls, but it was only 11:30. Her feet hurt even worse, she had also gotten the bottoms of her feet burned. She limped around, looking for something to cover her feet with. Then she stopped. Someone would surely get mad at her and punish her. Celeste's shoulders sagged as her two figments of imagination laughed at her, calling her pathetic. Celeste tightened up and tried to calm down. She walked back towards the broom closet, trying to remember what else she had to do. She remembered that she had to clean door handles or something stupid like that. She wrapped the cloth around her hands and started to clean the door knob of the girl's bedroom.

Celeste made a face as she replaced yet another washcloth. "Who knew door handles were so DIRTY?" She muttered as she stared at the black, dirt-covered, used cloth on the floor. She had been cleaning for awhile, and she could only hope that lunch would come soon. She was willing to eat anything, she was son thin she was about 90 pounds. She leaned agasint a wall for a second and relaxed for a second, but she couldn't relax. She kept looking for the king and the bodyguard. She stopped relaxing and went back to cleaning the doorknobs.

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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
"But you can call me Marzi, or Doll."

Well, that was fast. Just as she set one foot out of the kitchen, she felt a large hand enclose around her throat. She hesitated to grab his hand and attempt to claw it off but she wasn't dense. Not that dense. He was almost as perfect to play with as King was. She studied his nose flare. It was almost impossible to take him seriously, mainly because he had the cutest little puppy face and the most delicious of tempers. She craved to pet him. She tried hard to keep a neutral expression but her hazel hues glimmered with mischievous glee.

"You have the prettiest eyes." Dahlia prompts with the most earnest of faces. It pricked his annoyance with her and he looked at her as if she were filth. Along with the other girls that were around them. He shouts, which directly deafens her ears and he releases his grip. How unfortunate. It was just getting started. The other girls leave hastily and Dahlia trails behind them.

She didn't know the girls very well but she was quick to judge. The one with tattoos acknowledged her but never spoke with her. So Dahlia was indifferent with her. Maybe she'll socialize with her at some point. Get to know her. The other girl she completely ignored walking out of the kitchen was now limping around, cleaning shit. She almost felt bad and decided right her wrong. Which this is rare.

"What happened to your foot." She states more than questions. Dahlia's nose cringes at the smell of burnt flesh. That's just disgusting. Her eyes never leave the toe that was black with scabs and soot. It was definably a third degree burn. That girl needs to run water over it and cover it with swaths of cloth for a while. If only she was a nurse. The euthanasia she'd commit. Dahlia begins to imagine what it would look like if the girl's whole body was thoroughly burned. Would she look like her toe?

Dahlia grabs the girl's elbow and insincere about dragging her into the kitchen. She was going to help her, but she didn't promise to be gentle. She never promises for anything.

(My next post is going to be in the kitchen. Just posted here because she left at first.)

"I-I spilled water on it," Celeste whispered as she was dragged along by a girl in a white gown. She looked down at her feet. "It hurts a lot," She added. She sat down for a moment and made fire appear in her hands and held it next to her feet. She then stood up and wiped her faced, the back of her hand running over the burn marks going down from her cheek. Celeste took a deep breath and gathered herself together.

"Is it time to eat yet?" She asked, her voice coming out in a small whisper. Celeste brushed her hair back and took a god look at the girl. She had very nice, dark maroon hair, which stood out the most. She offered her small, thin bony hand to shake. "I-I-I'm Celeste," She timidly whispered. She wasn't a very social person, and no one had really seemed to care about her before. She silently told herself not to blow it.

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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
"But you can call me Marzi, or Doll."

Dahlia releases the girl's elbow as she enters the familiar kitchen. The tattooed one was here for a little while, but she didn't waste time to see if she was still here or not. She trots up to the dirty counters and grabs a towel. She turns on the sink and turns the handle to the coldest setting, gripping the towel under the flow of icy water. Her ears twitch as she listens to the girl's confession. This baffles her. What?

"You burnt your foot... by spilling water on it...?" She tosses her gaze from the soaked towel and stares at the girl. Was she retarded? Or did she have native skin that reversed the effects of fire and water? Either way, it left her dumbfounded.

"No duh. I couldn't tell." She responds more curt than she wanted to sound. Dahlia doesn't bother to exchange formalities with this girl-er, Celeste. They weren't going to talk very often anyway. No one wanted to talk to Dahlia, and that's the way she liked it. It gave her space and when she did want to socialize, she was found annoying. Perfect.

She absent-mindedly brings the wet towel towards Celeste and drops it in her lap. Dahlia was going to ask her to wrap her foot in it, but caught herself.

"Wait, My bad." Dahlia removes the towel, wanting to gauge out her own eyes. How could she be that stupid, Celeste got 'burnt' by water according to her report. Unless it was a slip of the tongue. Dahlia's hazel eyes now stared at Celeste's lap, unsure if it soaked through her clothes to burn her. What would it look like?

(If it isn't a very good post, I'll edit it. Feedback would be nice.)

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Celeste winced a little "It's alright," She said She got up on her feet and picked up two small washcloths. Celeste sat back down and wrapped them around her feet. She conjured up a ball of fire and set fire to the cloths on her feet. Instead of turning into ashes and turning black, they stayed perfectly white. She stood up, yet nothing caught on fire. She took a deep breath.

"How long until lunch?" She asked. Celeste hunched over a little, not wanting to freak them out. She nervously twirled her hair, on of the habits of hers. Celeste wiped her gown off a little, making sure the water from the towel hadn't soaked through to her skin. A few drops of water from the dress fell on her hand and made a sizzling sound.

Alistair Costello

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Alistair growled softly to Dahlia as she complimented him on his eyes. Dahlia was always the same it was as if she liked being hurt by him and enjoyed teasing him just to get him angry. Of course he didn't mind letting off a little steam with the residents, and the King didn't mind Alistair's chosen methods as long as he didn't kill anyone he could do whatever he wished.

He watched as the girls interacted and Dahlia went to help Celste with her burning food. The smell of flesh sent his senses upside down, giving a dark chuckle to himself he stepped into the kitchen and sat in one of the chairs his feet resting on a table. He cracked his knuckles and his fingertips slowly elongated into claws and he sharpened them on his teeth as he watched their conversation about food.

" You will get food if you have done enough work, if you haven't you will get nothing until the evening. Work is the only way to get simple things back in return. any slacking will resort in punishment which you know i love dishing out" He chuckled again giving a deep snarl in return.

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Dahlia Marzipan Gomphrey
"But you can call me Marzi, or Doll."

Dahlia was enchanted by the fire that had just started on Celeste's feet. Not ever would she have thought that she'd witness this situation. Dahlia takes one glance at the sopping cloth in her hand. So it does, huh? Now she knew her weakness. The thought of this power overwhelmed her but she locked up her jittery body. Celeste doesn't even bother to explain herself, she knew it was foreign to others. Alistair entered the kitchen as this happened and he just plopped himself down on a chair nearby. She could feel his eyes watching them. Dahlia's fingers squeeze the wet cloth the water dribbles out unto the floor. She let her pupils roll over to stare at him, her head still facing Celeste. The blind spot in her eye covered Alistair's face. What a convenience. Dahlia stiffens at his comment but forces herself to whirl around on her heels and hurry to the oven.

His comment didn't upset her. She wasn't hungry yet. She always was dismissed from lunch. So evening was just perfect for her. Alistair already knew that, but Dahlia suspected he was just there to point this out to them-HER. To point this out to her and gloat about his privileges. Ugh.

On the counter, was a nice sized turkey that had just finished defrosting. She didn't feel like speaking to Celeste. She must be looking straight at Dahlia right now. Her mouth was probably watering. It takes a moment before she finishes the last bits of preparation and props the stuffed turkey into the oven. She grabs the timer and sets an estimated time. Just then, Dahlia's whole body groaned and shook. She pressed the palms of her hands onto her temples and she lets out a irritable, blood-curdling scream.

That happens sometimes, over a small detail overlooked. She had to do things a certain way, if she forgot or messed up her cycle, she had to freak out. This time, She couldn't to add those laxatives in the turkey's stuffing. It was meant for a playful trick, but she couldn't do that with Alistair sitting there. Oh well. Next time she'd prepare a meal, she had a box of them in the cabinet.

(If it isn't a very good post, I'll edit it. Feedback would be nice.)

Celeste jumped back. "Are-are you alright?" SHe asked in a terrified whisper. The girl had tried to help her, and cared a little. Anything was a step up form her mother. Even a mortal enemy would be much better company. She needed to learn to socialize better, she had been living in her house for the longest time.

Celeste then hunched over, multiple thoughts racing through her mind. It was most likely the girl didn't need or want to be bothered. How could she be so stupid, not knowing when to intervene. Should have she said something else? Or nothing at all? She didn't know if it was normal or something, she had never actually been outside her house. Ever. She hadn't met other people besides her mother before.

Kisa Alessandra

"And you Kisa, do not think the King has not noticed you going into the library without his consent. As result for your incompetence of not following rules, you will be working double shifts in the boiler room." Kisa Alessandra didn't show any sigh of hearing his words, but make no mistake, she heard him, and inside, she was seething. Her anger was close to bursting, but from some odd sense of past experience she knew showing her pain and anger would only make the Dog happy. Her pain was their gain and joy. She put the books on the counter and without even getting any orders to do so, she began to make cookies. Cookies would be nice right now. Her thoughts were oddly happy, as she began to mix the batter.

Alessandra ignored the others, even when she smelt Celeste's charred flesh. It didn't bother her. Even having no memories of her past life, Allie knew she's seen worse. She lay the cookie dough on the pain and began to shape them into Christmas trees and gingerbread men and women. The last one she shaped out looked like a horse. It would, of course, be hers to eat.

"You will get food if you have done enough work, if you haven't you will get nothing until the evening. Work is the only way to get simple things back in return. Any slacking will resort in punishment which you know I love dishing out." Kisa Alessandra was putting the tray of cookies into the oven when she heard this. For some odd reason, it made her angrier then usual. She couldn't resist herself. She chucked a book at Alistair, hitting him right in the forehead. She then sat on the counter, casually grabbing the book she didn't throw, and began to read... Right in front of Alistair. Obviously, she was mocking him, and asking for a beating.

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Joseph Hodgeson, The l
"You must call me King."
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It was almost like karma had something to do with King arriving just as the book made contact with Alistair's face. King's solid brown gaze follows the trail of the red-handed book chucker right to Kisa, one of the newer editions of his slave house. In fact, the other two girls who came around the same time she had were doing their own thing. His attention resided onto Kisa once more. He really didn't have to say anything. He just waited for her response. He held up a hand as if to command Alistair to stay where he was. He would handle the situation.

"My, my, my... I'm not even sure what to say at this point." He shook his head slowly. "Should I even ask for your excuse of doing so?"

Even if the other two girls did something wrong in his eyes, he ignored them. The girl's feet on fire, Celeste and her problem with water. The girl whose screeching thinned his tranquility, Marzi Doll and her neurotic personality. Whatever it was, it wasn't as important as shoving this girl's arrogance down her throat. King was an asshole, and the slaves have to deal with it.

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King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

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King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

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"You must call me King."
My Patience: β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ32%


King's eyes watched Kisa eerily. He once stood by Alistair, however his appearance flickered like an old lightbulb and his body disappeared. To those with bewildered expressions that started to look around, they would find him sitting on the countertop beside Kisa. King inhaled the dry, brittle scent of burnt dough. This pricked his nerve. There was nothing worse than burnt food. As King turned his eyes upon Kisa again, his lips spread into a malicious grin. She got the message. He could feel what she felt, he could see what she saw, hear what she heard. He could feel all the little heartbeats in the room. 'So easily they could all just die...' The golden flecks within his brown eyes began to shimmer. As fast as the effect grew, it stopped abruptly.

This felt uncomfortable. King was disturbed with his great power and forced it to dim down. He caught onto reality and found that the slave was holding out a burnt cookie to him. He went into a silent fit of rage, swatting the cookie and spatula so they fell to the floor and grabbed her chin with one powerful hand. King's whole body shook violently. His mouth opened as if he was trying to eat her soul, but instead all of his teeth grew into long pointed daggers. Damn it all. He forced himself to suck up all the wrath he wanted to dish out so badly, and shut his mouth. Then... King smiled, teeth normal, and his lip twitching.

"Thank you." King speaks slowly, his body ports to the burnt cookie that crumbled all over the floor. The cookie morphed itself back together in his touch and he held it close to his mouth. As his lips parted to bite into the cookie, the cookie blossomed in color. It appeared as if it had never been burnt and was baked perfectly. He took a taste. The cookie had potential. He nodded to the slaves, hiding his embarrassment.

"You're very kind." His teeth grind together and he forces himself to leave the room. He gives a look to Alistair. He was back in charge. No wonder his faithful servant was always in a bad mood.

Alexander walked into the room with a bored expression. He had obviously just woken up. "Hey," He grunted. "Your feet are on fire," Before Celeste had a chance to open her mouth, Alexander spoke "Here, let me help you with that!" He poured a glass of water on her feet. She screamed out. "AH!" Alexander snorted. "Ah grow up," He hissed.

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