The Old Plantation

Dale looked slightly embarrassed and nodded, "Ahh..." makes sense that she would know that we were all here... especially if she lives under the stairs. He took off his glasses as he listed to the woman, cleaning them. Then he waved weakly at the witch. Neighbors... eh?

And a woman in the mirrors! His smile turned slightly amused at the small woman's outrage at the lack of clothing. He would have to remember to take his towel with him to the bathroom where he could drape it over the medicine cabinet. He was a modest individual, not that his curiosity wasn't raised by the 'hussy in the sheet.' He didn't have to go looking for trouble though.

There was an odd pause at the end of the doll's introduction, and Dale found himself floundering with his social cues for a moment. He took that time to affix the black rims back to his face. They were always getting loose.

"I... " He cleared his throat and continued, "I would love a tour of the house. ...If you're not busy." A slight pause, "And don't mind running into the other residents. I haven't eaten since the plane-ride here, and planes do not have the best of food."

Mr. Zero found himself watching the doll curiously as he spoke. She was so... so tiny, and lady-like. He found himself, for the first time in his life, wishing that he knew more about dolls. He had the unnerving urge to want to find her new clothes. Some sarcastic voice in the back of his mind--his own sarcastic voice--told him that he was not a girl, and that while he enjoyed the movie Gone With the Wind it was no excuse. Let alone if he started start tearing down the curtains... Let alone what the house would do to me if I decided to. Besides, it was weird to want to give someone you just met clothing. Very weird. It made him think of that vampire movie with the little girl who'd kept getting dolls on her birthday...

He'd have to be careful around the southern belle. He firmly reminded himself that--no matter what anything looked like--it was always best to treat them like a human, unless they demanded otherwise.

His thoughts came back to himself, and he blinked. Yeah... the jet-lag was making his mind wander. As he waited for the woman to either accept or decline his invitation, and reached over with deft hands to put out the burning sage--no reason to subject the rest of the house to his personal quirks.

((OOC: This is supposed to be in the house. /sigh Sorry for the miss-post.))

Ryuuji layed in his bed quietly. It was nice and dark in the attic, which gave it a soothing effect on Ryuuji. He closed his eyes and hummed a song his mother had sung to him often as a child. Mind you, he wasn't very good at singing and had forgotten the words, but the tune itself he remembered. It was soft and gentle. It reminded him of a calm and quiet field where the wind would gently blow and the grass would sway.

After a time he opened his eyes. He missed his family... He missed the life he had given up 10 years ago... This happened every now and then. A deep yearning for the family and friends he can no longer speak to, let alone see. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at a grandfather clock he had dusted off the day before. It seemed old, but still usable. It ticked slowly. It's nearing 9 PM, huh..? He sat up. "I may as well go get something to eat..."

(Sorry for not posting yesterday, my internet disconnected and didn't come back on for some time. What's more, I have to attend a meeting tommorow and won't be able to post then either. Sorry about that.)

'Hungry? I'm always hungry.'
Asesia laughed at Zaole even though her head was still firmly in the cuboard.
'Something with mushrroms in perhaps...'
She mused to herself but there was nothing even remotely mushroomy in her current head space. As she pulled back she noticed the monky on the table.
'Oh it's gourgeous! What's it called?'
Usually she would have just reached out and petted the little creature but as it belonged to the vampire she worried it might bite. For a few minutes she cooed at the monkey before getting bored and looking out the window. The night was perfect. A howl from somewhere in the swamp peaked her interest.
'It seems there's plenty of characters we have yet to meet hmmm Zaole.'
Her voice sounded slightly furthur away than it actually was and her smile had a little more malice laced in than it should. The dark in her stirred slightly. Somthing about the swamp called to her, to the demons inside her, she would have to controll herself here. Snapping out of her daze Asesia turned her attention to the angelic being.
'I don't think I know your name.'
It was a statement not a question. Asesia sat in one of the wooden chairs with an amazing ammount of grace and crossed her legs letting the skirt of her dress slide up once again. She loved to flaunt her femininity at every chance she got and it seemed she'd get a lot of chances here.
(must remember to change the place im typing from XD)

Leon looked up from the glass and saw that Zaole was in the room, the other fallen angel, they were talking about having dinner, he looked away and softly spoke "how about a hog?" Leon said, his voice was cold, yet gentle. He hasn't spoken anything since he got there, and to hear him suggest something, was a surprise. Leon finished the glass of water that he had infront of him and set the glass in the sink, and washed the cup, he wasn't one to leave dirty dishes around. After he was done cleaning his cup he dried it off, put it away and sat back in his chair watching everyone.

'Ohhhh! That sounds delicious!'
Asesia clapped her hands together in a very childish act. It was something she hardly ever did but the prospect of such an interesting meal was exciting. What could she say? She loved food. Charle's monkey was sitting on his shoulder eating grapes. She really did think it was the cutest thing she had even seen. It was then she noticed the man in the doorway.
'Come in bunny, no need to be shy.'
She beckoned at him with one slender hand. For some reason he was holding a spoon and seemed oddly nervous. That just wouldn't do.
'We're trying to decide on what to have for dinner, this gentleman has just suggested hog. What do you think?'
She was silent for a moment then turned back to the others.
'If I can find the ingredients I make a mean trifle if I do say so myself.'
She winked at the vampire.
'What do you say gentlemen?'

He looked at the witch. She was cute and she had manners. That was what he liked.
'' As long at it's bloody.'' He said and showed his teeths and smiled. Then he poked Wadsworth with his finger.
'' What do you say Wadsworth?'' He asked and then gave him another grape. Wadsworth answered with some sounds and nodded. Charles smiled and took another sip of the blood. This place didn't seem to have any food in it and it was night out... So they would have to hunt. A real gentleman sport. Nothing beats hunting, human or animal. But he prefered human.
I really need to change shoes before dinner, if i remember

Barinx nodded and slowly loped towards an empty chair, quicky scooping up the spoon in his hand. He saw the monkey, and he smiled, thinking of the fun he could have with it. He saw the witch who had beckoned to him smile at the monkey. She obviously had a lot of affection for it. She then mentioned about making a trifle, addressing everybody in the kitchen. Barinx looked up, not because he was hungry. Shape-shifters did not eat after all, but at the idea of jelly. He could fling it EVERYWHERE! He licked his lips and saw the witch glance at him.

He smirked and thought about all the fun that was coming, and how it wouldnt be so bad to live here after all...

Listening to the others chatter, he couldn’t help but smile. There was actually life within these walls! “You know, a hog would be a splendid idea! Not sure where to get one though.” He seemed a bit down about the lack of meat in the house. Looking inside the pantry he came upon a few various items of some interest; in a strange boyish way. “Well we have a jar of pickled newt eyes, a can of pig liver mush, and I think that might be a jar of fungus.” This did not seem very appetizing, and Zaole was far from sure about what everyone would eat. Reaching in he touched something furry, and his skin whitened. “Oh god,” was all he said. His hand reached a bit lower and pulled out what appeared to be a half decomposed rat. “Do zombies eat these?” he said as he held it by the tail to everyone.

**Elizabeth**

Elizabeth sighed as she was questioned of her imprisonment. Her eyes seemed to water; the moon light making them glimmer. “The old hag of a witch did this to me!” she spoke with anger that flowed fluently with her tone. Quickly that expression of anger changed to fear as she looked around both the room, and the mirror. She seemed a tad worried, as if bad things happened when she spoke rudely about the witch named Victoria. “I...I need to go.” Not a moment later, she disappeared back into her mirror world. The image of Mayna showed once again.

Leon looked around, he didn't show it, but he was surprised that everyone liked his idea on having a hog. He knew Zaole was a fallen angel and he looked around "Well i know where we can find a hog, i know of a good hunting spot about 60 miles east of here, i use to hunt there, the fasted way is to fly." He spoke calmly, he got the feeling that everyone knew what he was, and he knew what Zaole and a few others were. He stood up and stopped at the door "well i must grab my gear if we are to hunt." He then walked upstairs to his room and retrieved his dagger, then headed back down stairs to the kitchen

Well that was that sorted. Charles had said he would stay and help, he had no idea what he'd just signed up for. Asesia smiled at the new guy in the room.
'Fancy helping a witch make her trifle?'
She began to summon ingredients out of the air. Really you can't summon something from nothing but she wasn't, technically she was moving the things she needed from the nearest shop through the help of portal demons. Lots of people would see this as stealing but when you'd been around as long as Asesia had she got to thinking people owed you. Eggs, Cream, Sugar, Sponge, Sherry, the items were piling up.
'Hey spoony, come hold my mixing bowl for me.'
As she didn't know the guys name she just called him by the first thing she'd seen, the spoon, she wasn't about to make him talk if he wasn't confortable with it.
'And our gentleman vampire can help with the mixing when he gets back.'
She grinned. Leaving a witch cooking was always dangerous especially when she had accsess to a large ammount of sherry. Asesia was going to have a great time.

Zaole watched the witch with eyes lost in a memory. This reminded him so much of one of his grandmother's diaries hidden away within the house. Not only did this amaze him, but it also made him nervous; not because she was powerful or anything, just that she was capable of the inevitable. Zaole himself was capable of the rituals needed, but he already made it clear to Grandmother Victoria that their was no way in hell that he'd perform them. Which was the same for most of her family; as through her conciousness she would lead them to books and places filled with dark magical texts. The air seemed to be dense and laughing in a dark way. The voice couldn't be heard, but it could be felt; she knew the same as Zaole.
Trying to calm his nerves "Alright Leon, where to?" Zaole began walking closer to the other winged man. He seemed so quiet and withdrawn, which was strange compared to the other residents. "You know." a pause "You should talk more." Zaole gave a friendly smile, before heading to his room to grab a few things. The door shut behind him, and when it opened he did not walk out of the room alone. Behind Zaole was a wast high Hellhound. It wasn't your normal multi-head breed though. This one was meant for hunting, not fighting. As you can see, the hound looks much like an egyptian pharoh hound. The color of the fur was pure black, he had great leathery wings like a bat. His tail was long, and had a spiked end. Two and a half inch canines protruded from the demon dogs mouth. The eyes were a fiery red; they seemed as if they could see your soul, your true self. Only some had the will power to keep one under command. Only an unwise man would attempt a summoning if their will was not strong. The ones who do summon this hound tend to be shredded, and devoured quickly.

Zaole looked at everyone before Leon, then to the dog. "Zotah Sit!" he commanded. Immediately the dog sat.

Leon looked to Zaole and then headed outside. He took his jacket and shirt off, allowing his wings to stretch out. He sighed some out of relief, as if his wings were beginning to cramp. He pointed east and then said "60 miles..." his voice was a bit calmer. He heard Zaole's comment about talking more and then just shrugged. He placed his jacket and shirt into a bookbag and then took off with a run at first, and then flapped his wings lifting off the ground. He headed due east at a steady speed. Leon scanned the ground to find a goo place to start the hunt.

Mayna was a bit shocked at the mirror woman’s reaction. She could see the light reflecting off the tears which quickly welled up in the other’s eyes. Every fiber of the pixie was interested in this woman’s story, until suddenly she looked...scared. Next thing Mayna knew she was staring back into her own eyes instead of the strange woman’s. Okay...odd. Taking a long glance at the mirror as if whatever had scared the other away would present itself. Shrugging her shoulders the pixie turned her attention to herself. She fiddled with her dress for a moment before flipping a dark blue strand of hair back over her shoulder. Taking one last glance at herself she then too disappeared from the mirror, gracefully flying on down stairs to the kitchen.

Once there Mayna noticed a few others, obviously preparing a meal. Gliding on in past the other roommates she softly landed on a chair, taking a seat. Crossing her legs, she watched as the witch and her helper began to mix the ingredients. Mayna never prepared food in her old clan, hell she never even made herself a meal all these years she was on her own. No she was never one to do any mundane task. If asked nicely though she may help, just to keep up a good first impression. However if anyone in the future was planning to count on her for anything such as cleaning or preparing a meal they might as well forget it. She had no time for such petty things. Continuing to watch them, Mayna pulled a blueberry out of thin air. Popping it into her mouth and tasting its sweet flavour, just before a rather foul stench hit her sensitive nose. What the hell it smelt like the all too familiar burning flesh.

He looked at the girl in the mirror.
'' Ah there you are madame. It's a pleasure to finally meet you'' He said and smiled. She didn't look old but her age was likely to be as the house. His soul? He didn't like the idea of giving his soul to her.
'' Oh im so sorry madame but i would like to keep it to myself...'' He laughed. He hoped that she wouldn't be offended and leave him with his exploded zombie. Well... He also hoped that she got some kind of spell or servant that could take care of zombie. He didn't want to get his suit to dirty and he wanted to take a shower. If the shower worked in this place. Wadsworth looked at the mirror and showed his teeths. Charles smiled at his monkey, Wadsworth had never liked people he couldn't smell. Charles liked the compay of ghosts and spirits. They always enjoyed to talk for hours. Charles looked at the girl again. She was young.. A little girl. She must had been lonely without all the peoples. Or maby she liked being alone? Many toughts ran thru his head. He shook his head to snap out of it.

Looking down at the demented hunting hound, he smirked. “Not so tough are yah?” The hound looked up to his master and growled. “Oh hush Zotah, I’m only kidding.” Looking over toward the door he saw Leon lifting into the air with his powerful black wings. “Zotah follow.” Zaole commanded. The dog stood up, and wagged his spiked club of a tail barely missing a valuable antique vase. Zaole flinched before heading to the door. He looked back into the kitchen; seeing the residents, and one of the men acting mischievous. If he recalled correctly the man’s name was Barinx. “Alright everyone, we will be back sooner or later.” He sighed “Oh and also, I would like to be in good health after this meal.” He made sure to direct it to Barinx.

Zaole headed towards the door, gave a good start. Flapped his wings once, twice, then jumped with a third flap right after. He was in the air, the cool night air blowing through his hair, and against his half naked body. He liked the feeling of flying; it brought freedom from the normal laws of the world. Zaole flapped faster and harder until he caught up to Lean. “Alright, I’ll follow you. Just don’t get us killed.” He laughed.

Leon rolled some, to where he'd fly upside down and looked to Zaole "wouldn't think of that..." He said sarcasticly. He then rolled back scanning the ground really well for any signs of movement. He then saw a nice size hog on the ground and motioned Zaole to move to the right, as he, himself moved to the left, to swoop up behind the hog. The way Leon moved would tell anyone that this wasn't his first time hog hunting. He moved slightly through the air not making any sound.

The trifle was coming together beautifully. Asesia cackled in a very witch like manner, it was the sherry, she'd had far too much already. Unaffected by this thought she swigged from the bottle again. Barinx was mixing up the ingedients which were turing a beautiful shade of green. Somehow everything she cooked always turned green.
'Time to tase I think.'
Asesia summoned a small spoon and scooped up a dolop of the mixture. She licked the gloopy green goo then put the rest in her mouth.
'That is delicious!'
She slurred her words a bit before stopping dead. An unusual taste had surfaced on her tounge. She ran through her memory list for poisions that matched the taste. Cyanide! It wasn't leathal to witches but it did act a bit like magic mushrooms and give them halucinations.
Brilliant...
She thought before falling to the floor, demons of all shapes and sizes flooding her mind.

Asesia slowly began to regain conciousness. For a sercond she couldn't remember where she was or why she was there but it didn't take long to come back to her. She sat upright instantly, her eyes glowing green.
'Barinx you bastard, get the hell out here now!'
It wasn't a good idea to piss off a witch. The room started to lose its edges as symbols appeared on the walls turning them black and ghostly arms stretched through the dark areas. She wasn't damaging the house, just opening portals in the walls. She'd show that sneaky little... turning around she noticed her neighbour looking at her. Instantly everything receeded.
'Hey there.'
She smiled sweetly and her eyes changed back to normal.
'I'm sorry, I didn't see you. I had a bit of trouble with my trifle as you may have noticed but now I believe I have utterly ruined it.'
She pouted and chucked the entire trifle bowl out of the open window.
'What a waste.'
Asesia sighed dramatically. Someone had helped her, there was no way she could have recovered that fast on her own. This thought stopped her. She flicked her eyes over towards Dale and a seductive smile crossed her lips. She leant backwards in the chair and stretched her legs out infront of her.
'Well, well ,well, you didn't tell me what an amazing doctor you are.'
She touched her forehead with one hand.
'I don't even have a headache. Nicely done.'
With that she leant forwards giving him a veiw down the front of her dress for a moment before standing up.
'I need to take a shower, i'm never cooking in this house again.'
Asesia said the last line like a drama queen and swept out the kitchen and back upstairs to her own room.

The little doll felt the pull before it actually started, but she knew it would be rather pointless to run away before it happened. All Regina could think was, how embarrassing. She would look like a complete freak after this. But he'd chosen to live here, perhaps he wouldn't be so frightened by it that he would not speak to her again. This time, however, Regina was frightened of what she would see. When these little "journeys" happened, she would always relive a moment in her past. All the little doll could imagine was seeing the last day of her human life again. But fortunately she replayed happier moments, or awkward moments, and sometimes even dull moments.

This time it happened to be a fishing trip with her cousin. A dull trip. Her cousin had been so homely and quiet, she was no one special to spend time with. Fishing had been her father's idea and they'd made a quiet trip to the river, and a quiet trip back. Regina had tried many times to discuss the weather and gossip with her, but all she'd receive were, "Oh yes's" and "I'm not sure's". It was diabolically horrible. Anyone who lacked that much personality was doomed forever.

But it was funny she would say that considering her current situation.

The pull back into reality, or the dream, Regina was still trying to figure that one out, was just like the pull away. Except she always landed in places that made no real sense. This time she ended up in some dark place with pipes and old, dusty cleaner bottle. She was on all fours, for it was actually a space too small for her to stand. Sighing, Regina pushed at her surroundings and found she was under the sink in the kitchen. Crawling through the open cabinet door, Regina growled in irritation at the state of her dress and hair.

"Well, it just figures I would appear where most of the new tenants would be and I would look a terrible mess!" She hissed under her breath. But to her delight, it was fairly quiet in the kitchen. Without looking up, Regina tried to fix the mess her hair had gotten into and picked a few dust bunnies from the lace trimming on her dress. She would have to wash it soon. Or make a new one, because it was sure to fall apart after a good wash. And he hands would swell and splinter from the water.

Sighing again, Regina looked up finally to see Mister Zero standing beside the stove. Her blue eyes widened in embarrassment and once again, her soul was blushing, contrary to the wooden body she was encased in.

"Mister Zero..." She stuttered. "I had no idea you were... Please excuse my tone! I was just... And I'm so sorry for just leaving in that manner! I... It happens often..." For someone who could talk her way out of a paper bag, Regina was proving quite the mess. How utterly mortifying! She had such better etiquette!

It was rather amusing seeing the spirit climbing out of the mirror, but Charles were a gentleman and pretended to think it was absolutely normal to see a girl fighting to exit a mirror.
'' My lady, I'm not like the other vampires. I'm a little more... pure blooded so to speak. And without a soul i wouldn't be better than the mess i used to call servent.'' He smiled and turned to his closet.
'' I'll just put on shoes that isn't dirty. I don't want to make muddy footsteps all over this place. Then we can go search for the cleaners'' He took out a pair of black leather shoes and quickly changed to them. He felt better now, with clean shoes. Now he was ready to find the cleaners of this place. And fast, because he couldn't stand the smell from his old servant. He used to smell bad but this was horrible. He looked at Wadsworth and the monkey jumped and landed on his shoulder. He poked his friend in the stumach and Wadsworth answered by hitting him in the head. Charles just showed his sharp fangs and then gave the monkey a wink. Some vampires didn't awlays have the fangs sharp all the time. some could ''transform'' them away but Charles would always have the sharp things so Wadsworth was used to it.