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All around you will find old oak trees with grey moss hanging down from the limbs. It is usually humid here, and if you go out far enough the swamp will show up. There used to be cotton fields surrounding the estate, but its all grown over by now. One of the Oak trees has sturdy tire swing.
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The Old Plantation is a part of 
The Swamp.
1 Places in The Old Plantation:
6 Characters Here
Zurie Tordre [0] An Abattoir Revenant with the physical form of a small child. Though her soul is twisted, there remains an air of politeness to everything she does and she tries her best to remain compasionate.
Elizabeth Felwood [0] The Woman trapped within the Mirror
Charles Brookshire [0] A old Vampire that have fought in nearly every war since the american rebelion against England
Asesia Bruxa [0] A witch who isn't as young as she appears...
Ryuuji Kiryu [0] A zombie who enjoys peace and quiet.
Zaole Krauklis [0] A Demonic Angel with an inheritance.
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(OOC: Alright Mayna Traxp (Beautifully Insane) has not posted, and things kinda need to get started. I will save a place for her till the tomorrow afternoon. If no post comes, we continue without her. Here is an environment update, and a post.)
*Swamp News Alert*
Up in the sky it looked as if the clouds were thinning. A few rays of light peeked through, lightly kissing the land and swamp beneath. A warm breeze blew by for a few moments, before slowly to a continual wisp in the air. The cherub stone froze back to its normal lifeless state, but the eyes still seemed to watch Asesia. The crow upon the statue let out a "Caw" before flying back into the treetops. Almost simultaneously they all leaped into the air and began to spiral around the whole plantation in a perfect circle. The stayed in line, in huge groups. It seemed as if they were chanting in their caws. The mass of flapping black was thick. There had to be hundreds of them. Within the blackness of the crows it seemed as if a violet magic was forming. This violet began to act as lighting in the sky. Thirty Seconds passed and within the mass, the lightning began striking the sides within, and forming a continual stream. The lines began forming a star, and another line outlined the inside of the mass, into a perfect circle. The souls started becoming visible to everyones eyes. A white mist began coming off of the spirits and streaming up into the star. A black cloud formed in the background of the star. Odd symbols began forming and swirling around with the crows. A studied witch or someone with the knowledge of this formation would know that this was a type of summoning portal, but much more powerful. The symbol shivered and then shook, before making the sound of rumbling thunder a swirling mass of black cloud began heading toward the ground. A blast of wind blew back. (Zurie would know that this is Zaole coming back from a visit with his Aunts Lucy and Saty. [I'm changing these twins to Greater Demons, that had to be locked away...People don't know this, (thanks to magic) there used to be land where the Gulf of Mexico is.] Anyways back to the story.) The clouded tornado spun for forty five seconds, before clearing. What lied within was a shirtless man, with a thin body filled with angelic muscles. His thin was curved feminine like, but angled out enough to be a males. His hair was chin length and shagged. The color was an deep ashen brown. Eyes of pure glowing violet, which runs deep within the family. Some would know the meaning of these eyes as being half-demon. He was in a knelled position, and his long powerful black wings that seemed like flames licking the sky were outstretched above him. He rose to his feet, which had nothing covering them. His toes curled into the soul. On the outside he looked at least twenty one, but on the inside he was much older. He peered at the group, as the crows and magic began to scatter and disappear into the treetops, the souls faded away to some of the group. He waited as everyone took him in, and things to being calming down.
(OOC: Wow that was fun!)
*Swamp News Alert*
Up in the sky it looked as if the clouds were thinning. A few rays of light peeked through, lightly kissing the land and swamp beneath. A warm breeze blew by for a few moments, before slowly to a continual wisp in the air. The cherub stone froze back to its normal lifeless state, but the eyes still seemed to watch Asesia. The crow upon the statue let out a "Caw" before flying back into the treetops. Almost simultaneously they all leaped into the air and began to spiral around the whole plantation in a perfect circle. The stayed in line, in huge groups. It seemed as if they were chanting in their caws. The mass of flapping black was thick. There had to be hundreds of them. Within the blackness of the crows it seemed as if a violet magic was forming. This violet began to act as lighting in the sky. Thirty Seconds passed and within the mass, the lightning began striking the sides within, and forming a continual stream. The lines began forming a star, and another line outlined the inside of the mass, into a perfect circle. The souls started becoming visible to everyones eyes. A white mist began coming off of the spirits and streaming up into the star. A black cloud formed in the background of the star. Odd symbols began forming and swirling around with the crows. A studied witch or someone with the knowledge of this formation would know that this was a type of summoning portal, but much more powerful. The symbol shivered and then shook, before making the sound of rumbling thunder a swirling mass of black cloud began heading toward the ground. A blast of wind blew back. (Zurie would know that this is Zaole coming back from a visit with his Aunts Lucy and Saty. [I'm changing these twins to Greater Demons, that had to be locked away...People don't know this, (thanks to magic) there used to be land where the Gulf of Mexico is.] Anyways back to the story.) The clouded tornado spun for forty five seconds, before clearing. What lied within was a shirtless man, with a thin body filled with angelic muscles. His thin was curved feminine like, but angled out enough to be a males. His hair was chin length and shagged. The color was an deep ashen brown. Eyes of pure glowing violet, which runs deep within the family. Some would know the meaning of these eyes as being half-demon. He was in a knelled position, and his long powerful black wings that seemed like flames licking the sky were outstretched above him. He rose to his feet, which had nothing covering them. His toes curled into the soul. On the outside he looked at least twenty one, but on the inside he was much older. He peered at the group, as the crows and magic began to scatter and disappear into the treetops, the souls faded away to some of the group. He waited as everyone took him in, and things to being calming down.
(OOC: Wow that was fun!)
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Jaole: Now standing before the house and the crowd of creatures, he smiled. "Welcome, I hope I haven't kept you waiting." His violet eyes shimmered like a pebble thrown into a pond. His outstretched wings, closed gently. Jaole looked to the crows and then to the old family house. He let out a warm smile and a nod. His body moved easily, as his bare feet traversed the moist landscape. The hair of this young angelic demon was dark and shagged, some of it even stood up. The eyebrows were mildly thick, but no where near bushy. They curved over his eyes smoothly. His soft, angled lips released a smiled as he watched the residents.
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'' Ah there you are. My name is Charles and i would like to get my room now so i could get some sleep'' He said and looked at the man. He didn't care much for angels. Fallen angels on the other hand was nice. They were allays dreaming and looking at the horizon. But all Charles cared about for the moment was to get a room, get his luggage from that stupid zombie, unpack and sleep. But the man looked like he wanted to chatt for a bit before giving them their rooms.
Charles sighed and sat down on his suitcase.
Charles sighed and sat down on his suitcase.
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Ryuuji's deep red eyes widened at the sight of the symbols forming on the clouds as Jaole made his appearance. Though he thought it was a bit of an extravagant entrance, he didn't mind. At least the one who'd called everyone here had finally shown up. He blinked slowly and eyed the man. "..Ah, so you're the one who runs this place, right?" The gentle breeze carried the scent of the crows, which was suitable as this man's wings were seemingly as dark as the crows' wings themselves. Ryuuji had never seen a person like this before, and it kind of made him nervous. He leaned against the wall near the door. "I don't mind your lateness. In fact, I could care less. It's not like I have anything better to do with my time anyways."
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((Sorry about the delay. I had alot going on yesterday so I just now got a chance to get caught up.))
Lying on the small flower Mayna watched as the clouds started to quickly form symbols. Glancing around at the rest of the group a faint smile pulled her lips upward. This house was certainly going to be interesting. Being no bigger than a bug, no one had any idea that Mayna laid here listening to her soon to be new roommates, all while plotting her next joke. This was going to be a perfect home for her antics. The small pixie stretched out on the little daisy, felling the soft pedals lightly brushing her delicate skin; she was hesitant to leave. However it looked as if they were going to be shown to their rooms soon, and she had analyzed her roommates enough to get the basics down.
As the one who owned the house began to talk Mayna whizzed quickly past the other guest standing in the yard. A strong breeze from her passing would be all that was noticed until the tiny pixie reached the tree she had set her suitcase by. Once there she hovered for a moment closing her eyes. Then suddenly a small burst of sparkled erupted, reveling what was now a 5ā1ā young woman. Standing there she looked simply like a mere human, despite the shimmering multicolored hair. Looking up to glance at the others she gave a simple smile before dragonfly wings popped out from behind her, glittering and changing colors in the sunlight. āHi Iām Mayna.ā She spoke for everyone to hear, her eyes gleaming light silver as she soaked up this much needed attention.
Lying on the small flower Mayna watched as the clouds started to quickly form symbols. Glancing around at the rest of the group a faint smile pulled her lips upward. This house was certainly going to be interesting. Being no bigger than a bug, no one had any idea that Mayna laid here listening to her soon to be new roommates, all while plotting her next joke. This was going to be a perfect home for her antics. The small pixie stretched out on the little daisy, felling the soft pedals lightly brushing her delicate skin; she was hesitant to leave. However it looked as if they were going to be shown to their rooms soon, and she had analyzed her roommates enough to get the basics down.
As the one who owned the house began to talk Mayna whizzed quickly past the other guest standing in the yard. A strong breeze from her passing would be all that was noticed until the tiny pixie reached the tree she had set her suitcase by. Once there she hovered for a moment closing her eyes. Then suddenly a small burst of sparkled erupted, reveling what was now a 5ā1ā young woman. Standing there she looked simply like a mere human, despite the shimmering multicolored hair. Looking up to glance at the others she gave a simple smile before dragonfly wings popped out from behind her, glittering and changing colors in the sunlight. āHi Iām Mayna.ā She spoke for everyone to hear, her eyes gleaming light silver as she soaked up this much needed attention.
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Jaole looked upon Charles and nodded. "Of course, you will be shown to your room soon." he turned to Ryuuji "Yes, I am Jaole and I..own the house." Before Jaole continued to speak he glanced at everyone, trying to sum them up. He does this not for profiling but so he knows what kinds of warnings to give. From the looks of it, he will be housing a vampire with what looks like honorable war tokens, and a sense of gentlemanly style. A Zombie, that isn't quite so brainless. A pixie, she looks firendly, but Jaole knows better. Jaole looked at the Arch Angel for a moment longer. Jaole was curious as he himself is not a true fallen angel, but an angel born through a curse mixed with demon blood. Jaole's eyes wandered to the most human like one. He had a look in his eye similar to his mothers. He had to be a medium of sorts. There was another man who seemed slightly human, but his form did not seem as stable (permanent looking) as the rest. His observant eyes watched for a few seconds and he smiled Gotcha he thought to himself. Now his eyes fell to the young woman, and his eyes quivered. A witch, there had not been a true witch in over three decades. His eyes looked to the two demons, and his face paled for a moment. She was a witch practiced in summoning. He could almost hear the old Cherub statue turn its head and smile when it saw his thought. He sighed, but put on a professional smile he practiced in the mirror that morning.
"Ah, welcome. Welcome to my home. My name is Jaole Krauklis, and I do apologize for my lateness. I had to go..speak with my Aunts. He rolled his eyes slightly and then began speaking again. Alright now, I want you all to be able to enter your rooms as soon as possible, but I must give out a few guidelines." He looked around the yard seeing the spirits. "As you may have noticed, this place is different from most." he paused on thinking what to say, then he continued. "The spirits here usually will not harm you, if you don't give them a reason to. His eyes looked to the crows "The birds you see, they are guardians, they will eventually be used to you and stop watching as much. Jaoles glowing violet eyes looked back to the group. "Now then, what ever you do..Never insult the house. Ever." he made sure to sound serious and add en fisces on the ever. They would soon find out to the reasoning behind this..he hoped. "Now if you will follow me, I will show you to your room." his wings stretched slightly as he began walking to the door. His feet barely made a sound on the gravel.
"Ah, welcome. Welcome to my home. My name is Jaole Krauklis, and I do apologize for my lateness. I had to go..speak with my Aunts. He rolled his eyes slightly and then began speaking again. Alright now, I want you all to be able to enter your rooms as soon as possible, but I must give out a few guidelines." He looked around the yard seeing the spirits. "As you may have noticed, this place is different from most." he paused on thinking what to say, then he continued. "The spirits here usually will not harm you, if you don't give them a reason to. His eyes looked to the crows "The birds you see, they are guardians, they will eventually be used to you and stop watching as much. Jaoles glowing violet eyes looked back to the group. "Now then, what ever you do..Never insult the house. Ever." he made sure to sound serious and add en fisces on the ever. They would soon find out to the reasoning behind this..he hoped. "Now if you will follow me, I will show you to your room." his wings stretched slightly as he began walking to the door. His feet barely made a sound on the gravel.
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Giggling lightly at the reactions to Jaoleās rather unconventional arrival, Zurie scampered her way from the scarlet rimmed and slightly deteriorating window she had stood. Sheād never herself much understood why, but the boyās presence had always seemed to elevate her mood considerably. Enough so that her previously uncontrolled desire for nothing less than the heads of whoever was foolish enough to step inside her walls had almost completely ebbed away. All that remained was a bitter hatred for their very presence, a minor thing in comparison to what it had been. With soft steps, she reached the other side of the dust coated room, running one lone finger slowly down the length of the silver mirror before her.
Though she slept in the very walls and had reign over the entirety of the house, it was difficult for the young spirit, as far her kind went at least, to move between the floors without assistance. The glyphs that adjourned the stairwells, more as a means to keep other spirits than herself from traveling, being the main reason for such. Thus, due to her inability to traverse herself, she had been forced to rely on a system of interlocked mirrors within the house to travel between the floor levels. The basic premise of her traveling was to first activate the portal with the touch of a spiritās aura, as she had just done, then to plummet ones hand into the glass expanse itself, as she was about to do, and then will ones essence to whichever area of the house they so desired.
Theoretically, any spirit could use the passage ways, though sheād yet to see any other of her kind even try. She assumed the fact that it was quite easy to simply seize existing within the mirrors realm of existence, should those who enter not have enough assurance in their reason for being, was a decent deterrent.
Following the steps of her travel to a T, Zurie soon found herself on the ground level tier of, well, herself. Grinning widely, the girl continued her scampering once more, heading off this time towards the front, French styled door.
For once in her existence, she had decided to not only actually greet the new visitors to her humble self, but to give them a fair trial before she declared them guilty of the crime of treachery as well. If any seemed in the bit likely to betray Jaole in any way or posed a threat to either his safety or Reginaās, who though she was responsible for keeping within her walls she had found herself actually attached to, she would carry out their punishment, that beingexecution harming them in a non fatal manner, swiftly. It was only fair.
Though she slept in the very walls and had reign over the entirety of the house, it was difficult for the young spirit, as far her kind went at least, to move between the floors without assistance. The glyphs that adjourned the stairwells, more as a means to keep other spirits than herself from traveling, being the main reason for such. Thus, due to her inability to traverse herself, she had been forced to rely on a system of interlocked mirrors within the house to travel between the floor levels. The basic premise of her traveling was to first activate the portal with the touch of a spiritās aura, as she had just done, then to plummet ones hand into the glass expanse itself, as she was about to do, and then will ones essence to whichever area of the house they so desired.
Theoretically, any spirit could use the passage ways, though sheād yet to see any other of her kind even try. She assumed the fact that it was quite easy to simply seize existing within the mirrors realm of existence, should those who enter not have enough assurance in their reason for being, was a decent deterrent.
Following the steps of her travel to a T, Zurie soon found herself on the ground level tier of, well, herself. Grinning widely, the girl continued her scampering once more, heading off this time towards the front, French styled door.
For once in her existence, she had decided to not only actually greet the new visitors to her humble self, but to give them a fair trial before she declared them guilty of the crime of treachery as well. If any seemed in the bit likely to betray Jaole in any way or posed a threat to either his safety or Reginaās, who though she was responsible for keeping within her walls she had found herself actually attached to, she would carry out their punishment, that being
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When the zombie had spoken Dale had blinked. What a nice voice for the undead. He blinked again feeling a bit squeamish at the thought. Just thatā¦ wellā¦ normally the undead tended to sound moreā¦ raspy, right?
Dale hadnāt reacted beyond a small frown to the violent storm of power that had announced their landlordās arrival. It was impressive, but he doubted that it was a show of powerāmore likely it was just the normal sort of transportation required for a ā¦ demonic angel when coming home after visiting his Aunts. Yes. Surely this was normal. He entertained the thought that maybe he was too shocked to react, and let it pass. Either way--it looked like the future would at least be interesting to obvserve.
He remained seated on his trunk when Mayna appeared, and offered her a friendly nod, and a light wave, fairiesā¦ .
Dale stood up, held his knapsack close, slung his duffel over a shoulder, and yanked the trunk up off the ground with a huff and a grumble.
āNo worries about being late JaoleāI think most of us were earlyāitās a pleasure to meet you. Iām Dale Zero." He paused for a moment tilting his head slightly to one side as he looked up at the crouched creature everyone kept calling a house. "Wonāt insult the house. Got it.ā Mentally, Zero was doing loopty-loops. So, the crows had been watching him this entire time. He wasnāt going crazyā¦ at least, not that way, not yet.
The ghostsā¦ He eyed them warily. Mostly likely, if they were going to hassle him, they would have already attempted to knock him out of his body. So that meant that they were used to thisā¦ or wouldnāt bother him until later. Which meant (as one probably could have easily guessed considering the circumstances of the plantation), they were more aware, and more powerful than your average āO holy hell, now Iām deadā ghost. Theyād been around the highly-supernatural for a long time.
Dale shifted his luggage about in his hands so he could push his glasses back up onto his face. He took a deep breath, and smiled. Hereās to starting a new life, with interesting new roommates.
Dale hadnāt reacted beyond a small frown to the violent storm of power that had announced their landlordās arrival. It was impressive, but he doubted that it was a show of powerāmore likely it was just the normal sort of transportation required for a ā¦ demonic angel when coming home after visiting his Aunts. Yes. Surely this was normal. He entertained the thought that maybe he was too shocked to react, and let it pass. Either way--it looked like the future would at least be interesting to obvserve.
He remained seated on his trunk when Mayna appeared, and offered her a friendly nod, and a light wave, fairiesā¦ .
Dale stood up, held his knapsack close, slung his duffel over a shoulder, and yanked the trunk up off the ground with a huff and a grumble.
āNo worries about being late JaoleāI think most of us were earlyāitās a pleasure to meet you. Iām Dale Zero." He paused for a moment tilting his head slightly to one side as he looked up at the crouched creature everyone kept calling a house. "Wonāt insult the house. Got it.ā Mentally, Zero was doing loopty-loops. So, the crows had been watching him this entire time. He wasnāt going crazyā¦ at least, not that way, not yet.
The ghostsā¦ He eyed them warily. Mostly likely, if they were going to hassle him, they would have already attempted to knock him out of his body. So that meant that they were used to thisā¦ or wouldnāt bother him until later. Which meant (as one probably could have easily guessed considering the circumstances of the plantation), they were more aware, and more powerful than your average āO holy hell, now Iām deadā ghost. Theyād been around the highly-supernatural for a long time.
Dale shifted his luggage about in his hands so he could push his glasses back up onto his face. He took a deep breath, and smiled. Hereās to starting a new life, with interesting new roommates.
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Leon watched as Jaole started to speak to everyone, and without a second thought, Leon sheathed his dagger not wanting to show any signs of a threat from him. He only wanted a place to stay and relax, and thus he was accepted in the Misfits' house. He watched carefully as Jaole scanned the crowd taking in details of everyone, and knew Jaole would probably be interested in him, so without saying a word Leon slowly stepped closer to the house to listen to what the home owner wanted to say. Leon, himself, took in every detail of the fallen angel standing before them, he wasn't the type to not try to learn as much about a person as he could, the way he did it, was by observing the way the person carried themselves, the way they spoke, and the way the acted while speaking. Seeing how Jaole wasn't making any movement that would state that he'd rather have the place to himself, Leon relaxed a bit. After hearing Jaole state that everyone should follow him, Leon made sure he was going to be in the back, so he can keep an eye on everyone, it wasn't that he didn't trust any of them, it was just to make sure that no one could attack him from behind.
Leon watched as Jaole started to speak to everyone, and without a second thought, Leon sheathed his dagger not wanting to show any signs of a threat from him. He only wanted a place to stay and relax, and thus he was accepted in the Misfits' house. He watched carefully as Jaole scanned the crowd taking in details of everyone, and knew Jaole would probably be interested in him, so without saying a word Leon slowly stepped closer to the house to listen to what the home owner wanted to say. Leon, himself, took in every detail of the fallen angel standing before them, he wasn't the type to not try to learn as much about a person as he could, the way he did it, was by observing the way the person carried themselves, the way they spoke, and the way the acted while speaking. Seeing how Jaole wasn't making any movement that would state that he'd rather have the place to himself, Leon relaxed a bit. After hearing Jaole state that everyone should follow him, Leon made sure he was going to be in the back, so he can keep an eye on everyone, it wasn't that he didn't trust any of them, it was just to make sure that no one could attack him from behind.
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The whole atmosphere had changed with the entrance of the house owner. Asesia had loved the theatrical way he'd done that, now everyone knew where they stood with him. Jaole he'd called himself. Asesia narrowed her eyes at him. He'd used an extremely powerful magic to introduce himself and as one who is curious about all types of summoning she needed to know why. Where could he have possibly been to need something that strong. Asesia felt the tingle in the tips of her fingers. Her attraction to dark magic and summonings were too deep to shake, they formed her bones and blood now, she had to know.
No point in blurting anything out, i'll just have to wait and see
Something she had learned in her many years of manipulating people is that you need patience and now she was in the company of people like her she would need to be careful too. If there was trickery suspected then it could get very ugly very quickly. Jaole was giving everyone some quick instructions. Asesia tried to listen but the delicious temptation of knowledge still nudged at her mind. A spirit passed close by her, its ghostly fingers brushing her hand. There was a second where black sparks flew but if you hadn't been paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. THat was conformation to Asesia.
There's a demonic curse here! Held by a greater demon no doubt. I have to now more...
Curiosity killed the cat she knew but she was a witch, not a cat.
'Thank you. You're being tremendously hospitable with all of us and the house is gourgeous.'
She smiled her warmest smile even though it didn't quite reach her eyes.
'And I loved the entrance. You seem to know quite a bit about...symbols.'
She left the statement vauge but clear enough to let Jaole know she meant business. She had been mentaly checking off every name as it had been spoken. Asesia believed in knowing the names of people you were going to be close with, the power a name holds can be dangerous. She checked her list again in her mind.
Zombie: Dale Zero
Pixie: Mayna
Vampire: Charles
but there were others she had missed. Only moments ago a man had been sharpening a lethal looking knife only a few feet away from her. Then there was the angelic one and the one that looked human. Asesia gritted her teeth. She was going to have to do better if she planned on living here for any ammount of time.
'And rooms sound good. I could really do with a nap right now.'
She streched her arms abover her head to make a point.
No point in blurting anything out, i'll just have to wait and see
Something she had learned in her many years of manipulating people is that you need patience and now she was in the company of people like her she would need to be careful too. If there was trickery suspected then it could get very ugly very quickly. Jaole was giving everyone some quick instructions. Asesia tried to listen but the delicious temptation of knowledge still nudged at her mind. A spirit passed close by her, its ghostly fingers brushing her hand. There was a second where black sparks flew but if you hadn't been paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. THat was conformation to Asesia.
There's a demonic curse here! Held by a greater demon no doubt. I have to now more...
Curiosity killed the cat she knew but she was a witch, not a cat.
'Thank you. You're being tremendously hospitable with all of us and the house is gourgeous.'
She smiled her warmest smile even though it didn't quite reach her eyes.
'And I loved the entrance. You seem to know quite a bit about...symbols.'
She left the statement vauge but clear enough to let Jaole know she meant business. She had been mentaly checking off every name as it had been spoken. Asesia believed in knowing the names of people you were going to be close with, the power a name holds can be dangerous. She checked her list again in her mind.
Zombie: Dale Zero
Pixie: Mayna
Vampire: Charles
but there were others she had missed. Only moments ago a man had been sharpening a lethal looking knife only a few feet away from her. Then there was the angelic one and the one that looked human. Asesia gritted her teeth. She was going to have to do better if she planned on living here for any ammount of time.
'And rooms sound good. I could really do with a nap right now.'
She streched her arms abover her head to make a point.
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The whole atmosphere had changed with the entrance of the house owner. Asesia had loved the theatrical way he'd done that, now everyone knew where they stood with him. Zaole he'd called himself. Asesia narrowed her eyes at him. He'd used an extremely powerful magic to introduce himself and as one who is curious about all types of summoning she needed to know why. Where could he have possibly been to need something that strong. Asesia felt the tingle in the tips of her fingers. Her attraction to dark magic and summonings were too deep to shake, they formed her bones and blood now, she had to know.
No point in blurting anything out, i'll just have to wait and see
Something she had learned in her many years of manipulating people is that you need patience and now she was in the company of people like her she would need to be careful too. If there was trickery suspected then it could get very ugly very quickly. Zaole was giving everyone some quick instructions. Asesia tried to listen but the delicious temptation of knowledge still nudged at her mind. A spirit passed close by her, its ghostly fingers brushing her hand. There was a second where black sparks flew but if you hadn't been paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. THat was conformation to Asesia.
There's a demonic curse here! Held by a greater demon no doubt. I have to now more...
Curiosity killed the cat she knew but she was a witch, not a cat.
'Thank you. You're being tremendously hospitable with all of us and the house is gourgeous.'
She smiled her warmest smile even though it didn't quite reach her eyes.
'And I loved the entrance. You seem to know quite a bit about...symbols.'
She left the statement vauge but clear enough to let Zaole know she meant business. She had been mentaly checking off every name as it had been spoken. Asesia believed in knowing the names of people you were going to be close with, the power a name holds can be dangerous. She checked her list again in her mind.
Zombie: Ryuuji
Human: Dale Zero
Pixie: Mayna
Vampire: Charles
but there were others she had missed. Only moments ago a man had been sharpening a lethal looking knife only a few feet away from her. Then there was the angelic one and the one that looked human. Asesia gritted her teeth. She was going to have to do better if she planned on living here for any ammount of time.
'And rooms sound good. I could really do with a nap right now.'
She streched her arms abover her head to make a point.
No point in blurting anything out, i'll just have to wait and see
Something she had learned in her many years of manipulating people is that you need patience and now she was in the company of people like her she would need to be careful too. If there was trickery suspected then it could get very ugly very quickly. Zaole was giving everyone some quick instructions. Asesia tried to listen but the delicious temptation of knowledge still nudged at her mind. A spirit passed close by her, its ghostly fingers brushing her hand. There was a second where black sparks flew but if you hadn't been paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. THat was conformation to Asesia.
There's a demonic curse here! Held by a greater demon no doubt. I have to now more...
Curiosity killed the cat she knew but she was a witch, not a cat.
'Thank you. You're being tremendously hospitable with all of us and the house is gourgeous.'
She smiled her warmest smile even though it didn't quite reach her eyes.
'And I loved the entrance. You seem to know quite a bit about...symbols.'
She left the statement vauge but clear enough to let Zaole know she meant business. She had been mentaly checking off every name as it had been spoken. Asesia believed in knowing the names of people you were going to be close with, the power a name holds can be dangerous. She checked her list again in her mind.
Zombie: Ryuuji
Human: Dale Zero
Pixie: Mayna
Vampire: Charles
but there were others she had missed. Only moments ago a man had been sharpening a lethal looking knife only a few feet away from her. Then there was the angelic one and the one that looked human. Asesia gritted her teeth. She was going to have to do better if she planned on living here for any ammount of time.
'And rooms sound good. I could really do with a nap right now.'
She streched her arms abover her head to make a point.
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'' Are you allright Mr.Zero?'' Charles asked and put one of his hand on the mans shoulder. Charles grabbed his own luggage. Poor man, being a medium must be hard. Charles used to know a medium. But she died, consumed by the spirits she saw. That memory gave him another of his flashback.
Spain, 1914
The village Merina.
''Charles! you're back!'' the young woman yelled in spanish and started to run to Charles as he walked towords the house. He smiled. He had really missed Catarina and her family. Charles almost fell to the ground when Catarina threw herself in his arm.
'' I had a dream last night, it told me that you were coming.'' She said hand kept hugging him. Charles hugged her back. There was no way he could get free from her huggs.
'' It's good to be back'' He answered in spanish. She took his hand and started to dragg him with her. For just being 17 she was strong. Both in mind and body. He could smell cherry pie. Catarinas' family didn't know that he was a Vampire. He had told Catarina but she allready knew. She said that she got to know it in one of her dreams.
'' This was a good dinner Isabella'' Charles said and looked at Catarinas mother. He had eaten to act normal but even if he couldn't live on human food he enjoyed the taste. Isabella laughed. Her husband had died so she enjoyed the company of a gentleman. Not in a romantic way just the company of a man. It was on that night that Charles had promised Catarina that he'd marry her when she turned 20. But the war changed everything.
Spain 1919
The village Merina.
Catarina didn't came running down the road. It didn't smell cherry pie. He knocked on the door and a Isabella opened. She looked 30 years older.
'' Isabella?'' Charles asked. She only nodded as an answer. She looked so sad. heartbroken. He came into the kitchen that used to look so peacefull. Now it was filled with crap.
'' Where's Catarina?'' Charles asked and looked around. Isabella just pointed up the stairs and started to cry. Charles just droped his bag and runned upstairs. He entered Catarinas room that used to look so cute. But now. It was messed up. no furnitures except a bed. And in that bed a girl that looked more like a zombie slept. He gently woke her up. It wasn't thoose cute blue eyes that looked at him. It was grey dead eyes.
'' Catarina?'' He asked and looked at the girl. She didn't answer she just looked at him. He got up and looked at what used to be a girl full of life.
'' She is ours now...'' Catarina said but it wasn't her voice. Charles knew what had happened. He had told her not to try talking with the dead. But she had. Now they had cosnumed her. He took out his gun from it's holster and shot her in the head. Then he left. Left spain.
Then he was back. Standing infront of the house. With his hand on the mans shoulder. He sighed. Flashbacks...
Spain, 1914
The village Merina.
''Charles! you're back!'' the young woman yelled in spanish and started to run to Charles as he walked towords the house. He smiled. He had really missed Catarina and her family. Charles almost fell to the ground when Catarina threw herself in his arm.
'' I had a dream last night, it told me that you were coming.'' She said hand kept hugging him. Charles hugged her back. There was no way he could get free from her huggs.
'' It's good to be back'' He answered in spanish. She took his hand and started to dragg him with her. For just being 17 she was strong. Both in mind and body. He could smell cherry pie. Catarinas' family didn't know that he was a Vampire. He had told Catarina but she allready knew. She said that she got to know it in one of her dreams.
'' This was a good dinner Isabella'' Charles said and looked at Catarinas mother. He had eaten to act normal but even if he couldn't live on human food he enjoyed the taste. Isabella laughed. Her husband had died so she enjoyed the company of a gentleman. Not in a romantic way just the company of a man. It was on that night that Charles had promised Catarina that he'd marry her when she turned 20. But the war changed everything.
Spain 1919
The village Merina.
Catarina didn't came running down the road. It didn't smell cherry pie. He knocked on the door and a Isabella opened. She looked 30 years older.
'' Isabella?'' Charles asked. She only nodded as an answer. She looked so sad. heartbroken. He came into the kitchen that used to look so peacefull. Now it was filled with crap.
'' Where's Catarina?'' Charles asked and looked around. Isabella just pointed up the stairs and started to cry. Charles just droped his bag and runned upstairs. He entered Catarinas room that used to look so cute. But now. It was messed up. no furnitures except a bed. And in that bed a girl that looked more like a zombie slept. He gently woke her up. It wasn't thoose cute blue eyes that looked at him. It was grey dead eyes.
'' Catarina?'' He asked and looked at the girl. She didn't answer she just looked at him. He got up and looked at what used to be a girl full of life.
'' She is ours now...'' Catarina said but it wasn't her voice. Charles knew what had happened. He had told her not to try talking with the dead. But she had. Now they had cosnumed her. He took out his gun from it's holster and shot her in the head. Then he left. Left spain.
Then he was back. Standing infront of the house. With his hand on the mans shoulder. He sighed. Flashbacks...
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Barinx felt odd amidst all of the different characters. He decided to stay clear of the zombie. Something didn't feel quite right about him. He didn't pick up on any of the names mentioned while the others politely greeted each other however, which was a shame he thought.
Barinx felt odd as he didn't have any belongings to bring into the house with him. After all, as a shapeshifter he didn't need anything, material wise at least. He tried to keep his gaze aimed at the floor, but keep his ear out for anything interesting going on. Anything that could help one of his future pranks on the new housemates. He looked up occasionally however, and noticed a few strange looks from the others. It was like they were trying to figure him out. This made Barinx very uncomfortable and he broke the contact by resuming to stare at the floor. When Zaole appeared however, and some people followed him indoors, Barinx followed also, but went to find the nearest cupboard. He felt safe in confined spaces, and someone was sure to come looking into the cupboard for something sooner or later. Barinx would be ready. He was already thinking of what he could change himself into...
Barinx felt odd as he didn't have any belongings to bring into the house with him. After all, as a shapeshifter he didn't need anything, material wise at least. He tried to keep his gaze aimed at the floor, but keep his ear out for anything interesting going on. Anything that could help one of his future pranks on the new housemates. He looked up occasionally however, and noticed a few strange looks from the others. It was like they were trying to figure him out. This made Barinx very uncomfortable and he broke the contact by resuming to stare at the floor. When Zaole appeared however, and some people followed him indoors, Barinx followed also, but went to find the nearest cupboard. He felt safe in confined spaces, and someone was sure to come looking into the cupboard for something sooner or later. Barinx would be ready. He was already thinking of what he could change himself into...
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Ryuuji made his way through the halls of the old plantation house to the staircase. He paid no attention to the others at the moment, his goal was simple: Get to his room, maybe look around a bit, and then take a nap. So when he got to the attic he began looking for his room. Room 4... Room 4... He thought, looking around. The attic was a bit dark, but Ryuuji only went outside at night anyways so it was fine. He walked down the hall until he found his room. "Here it is..." He muttered slowly. "My new home..." It felt strangely good to say 'home' as he hadn't had an actual one in about 10 years...
He pushed open the door slowly to find what he had expected: a bed, a dresser, and a writing desk. Essentially the basics for a rented out room. Though dusty and a bit spooky it was the perfect place for him. It would be relatively quiet, or so he hoped. He walked over and put the luggage case he had brought his clothes in on the bed. "So this is it, huh...?" He smiled slightly. So this is where my life- or should I refer to it as 'un-life'- here begins.
However, Ryuuji couldn't shake the odd feeling that there was 'something' watching him, as well as the other house-guests... It made him a bit nervous to think about.
He pushed open the door slowly to find what he had expected: a bed, a dresser, and a writing desk. Essentially the basics for a rented out room. Though dusty and a bit spooky it was the perfect place for him. It would be relatively quiet, or so he hoped. He walked over and put the luggage case he had brought his clothes in on the bed. "So this is it, huh...?" He smiled slightly. So this is where my life- or should I refer to it as 'un-life'- here begins.
However, Ryuuji couldn't shake the odd feeling that there was 'something' watching him, as well as the other house-guests... It made him a bit nervous to think about.
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Charles lift up his suitcase and walked into the house.
Room nr.8... The basement. That sounded good. He didn't catch on fire from sunlight but he got headache and it hurted in his eyes. He looked out from one of the windows. And there it was. The zombie he had bought was finally arriving with the rest of his luggage. And Wadsworth, his monkey. He went out again and waved to the zombie.
'' Hurry up you brainless thing'' He yelled and smiled when the zombie started to run. He took the cage with the monkey from the zombie and went into the house.
'' Follow me zombie'' He said without looking back. Leading the way to the basement. He let the monkey out of the cage and the moneky climbed up on his shoulder.
Room nr.8... The basement. That sounded good. He didn't catch on fire from sunlight but he got headache and it hurted in his eyes. He looked out from one of the windows. And there it was. The zombie he had bought was finally arriving with the rest of his luggage. And Wadsworth, his monkey. He went out again and waved to the zombie.
'' Hurry up you brainless thing'' He yelled and smiled when the zombie started to run. He took the cage with the monkey from the zombie and went into the house.
'' Follow me zombie'' He said without looking back. Leading the way to the basement. He let the monkey out of the cage and the moneky climbed up on his shoulder.
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Ryuuji sighed slowly. He had spent some time using a cloth to wipe the dust from his room. He moved from one piece of furniture to the next. It was obvious to him that the furniture was old. This gave him the feeling of a antique's shop. It was amusing and he began to let his mind wander. However, when he began dusting the mirror in his room he stopped. His reflection stared back at him. A pale lifeless face with deep red eyes. Moreover... he looked the same as he did for 10 years. It almost made him sick... The idea of never aging. "Well... at least I'll live in style for some time." He grinned slightly.
After having completed his dusting, he made his way over to his luggage case and began unpackign his clothes and placing them in the old dresser. Each of his outfits were torn and old, but he didn't mind. After all, zombie's typically wore torn clothes... He wiped the sweat from his forhead and stepped out of his room. "I wonder if this place has anything to drink..." He mumbled as he began walking to the staircase. So much for my nap... I'm not even tired yet. He thought with a sigh.
After having completed his dusting, he made his way over to his luggage case and began unpackign his clothes and placing them in the old dresser. Each of his outfits were torn and old, but he didn't mind. After all, zombie's typically wore torn clothes... He wiped the sweat from his forhead and stepped out of his room. "I wonder if this place has anything to drink..." He mumbled as he began walking to the staircase. So much for my nap... I'm not even tired yet. He thought with a sigh.
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Leon slowly stepped up to the door, he was behind everyone that had gathered, he preferred to be the last in, since he wasn't able to trust people at the moment, maybe one day he'll learn to trust again, Leon thought, but that wasn't anytime soon. As soon as Leon stepped inside the house, the spirits that he remember came flooding into his mind, causing him to stop breathing and stop dead in his tracks. Leon stood there like a stone statue, seeing the spirits of the victims, that he took the life of. Just as fast as they came to his mind, they left, to him it felt like hours, but in reality it was only a mere few seconds. Leon looked at the piece of paper with his room number on it, and saw that it was Room 5, in the attic.
~Good, hopefully there isn't a window in that room, so i'll go see what my room has and then probably go see what the house consists of~ Leon thought. He wasn't sure what to expect in the room, does it have furniture, or closet space, or a coat-rack, was just a few of the questions that he had in mind. Leon followed the stairs up to the attic, where he searched for his room. After finding his room, Leon stood outside the door for a few minutes, holding the door knob, debating whether he should enter. He shrugged his shoulders and opened the door, looking around the room, find Victorian era furniture, he was surprised, but didn't show it. Leon entered and sat down on the bed, laying his dagger on the end-table next to him. He decided that he should get some sleep if he was going to be up at night, like he usually is.
~Good, hopefully there isn't a window in that room, so i'll go see what my room has and then probably go see what the house consists of~ Leon thought. He wasn't sure what to expect in the room, does it have furniture, or closet space, or a coat-rack, was just a few of the questions that he had in mind. Leon followed the stairs up to the attic, where he searched for his room. After finding his room, Leon stood outside the door for a few minutes, holding the door knob, debating whether he should enter. He shrugged his shoulders and opened the door, looking around the room, find Victorian era furniture, he was surprised, but didn't show it. Leon entered and sat down on the bed, laying his dagger on the end-table next to him. He decided that he should get some sleep if he was going to be up at night, like he usually is.
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Reaching down Mayna picked up the small suitcase she had brought, beginning to follow the others into the house. There was a slight pause at the door, so she took the moment to get a good look at the exterior of the house. It wasā¦ interesting. Creepy she supposed would be the words any simple minded human would use, however she could feel the excitement of a new adventure welling up in the pit of her stomach. Once inside she stood at the bottom of the stairs for a few seconds. Most the other roommates headed off in separate directions to find their rooms. Oh damn what was the room numberā¦ She thought rattling her mind to recall it. Unlike many of the others, she had not written down her number. Doing the responsible thing never was Maynaās forte, but hey it made things more eventful. Soon she gathered her thoughts and faintly remembered the number six. Deep in thought Mayna unintentionally started fluttering up into the air and soon glanced up to see the ceiling mere inches from her head. A faint pink blushed her cheeks before the pixie zoomed off flying up the stairs in embarrassment.
Quickly she brushed pass, noticing that she shared the floor with what seemed to be a quiet archangel. Once at her door there was a small pause before the pixie turned the handle, pushing the door open with a smile. The place looked cozy. It was mostly bare but well she was use to living in a forest so this would certainly do. Tossing her bag on the bed she got a better look around. There were cobwebs in every corner, the floors creaked letting her hear every movement outside her door, and for some reason everything within the walls seemed to be watching, studying her every move. Walking over she opened up her bag, sorting through the clothes she had brought along. Everyone was a corset style dress, most in florescent colors, a few simply black. Starting to hang them up the pixie then suddenly let out a loud yawn and fell gently back on the bed. Using a bit of magic the clothes seemed to come alive. They floated across the room hanging themselves up as the pixie lay there lazily watching. The last thing to be placed away was a small dark blue urn. If looked at closely one could see that it held a sparkling powder inside. Mayna stuck this on a high up shelf; or rather it put itself up there. Letting her mind wonder for a moment Mayna began to recall all that she had studied earlier. So here with her was; a zombie who didnāt seem so brainless, a vampire who she suspected was once a soldier, two arch angelsā¦ or they were at least somewhere along those lines, a witch who she hadnāt yet figured out, and two men. One seemed a bit shifty; as if he was hiding that he was something more. The other however was pure human which brought a smile to Maynaās lips. Contrary to what others believed she honestly liked humans. However they never seemed too amused with her humor. A shame they were such a difficult audience, though easy targets.
A few minutes past and soon Mayna grew bored. She never stayed in one spot to long. So the pixie rose, her wings flickering again as she floated on out her bedroom door and back downstairs, stealing glances at the nearby rooms .
Quickly she brushed pass, noticing that she shared the floor with what seemed to be a quiet archangel. Once at her door there was a small pause before the pixie turned the handle, pushing the door open with a smile. The place looked cozy. It was mostly bare but well she was use to living in a forest so this would certainly do. Tossing her bag on the bed she got a better look around. There were cobwebs in every corner, the floors creaked letting her hear every movement outside her door, and for some reason everything within the walls seemed to be watching, studying her every move. Walking over she opened up her bag, sorting through the clothes she had brought along. Everyone was a corset style dress, most in florescent colors, a few simply black. Starting to hang them up the pixie then suddenly let out a loud yawn and fell gently back on the bed. Using a bit of magic the clothes seemed to come alive. They floated across the room hanging themselves up as the pixie lay there lazily watching. The last thing to be placed away was a small dark blue urn. If looked at closely one could see that it held a sparkling powder inside. Mayna stuck this on a high up shelf; or rather it put itself up there. Letting her mind wonder for a moment Mayna began to recall all that she had studied earlier. So here with her was; a zombie who didnāt seem so brainless, a vampire who she suspected was once a soldier, two arch angelsā¦ or they were at least somewhere along those lines, a witch who she hadnāt yet figured out, and two men. One seemed a bit shifty; as if he was hiding that he was something more. The other however was pure human which brought a smile to Maynaās lips. Contrary to what others believed she honestly liked humans. However they never seemed too amused with her humor. A shame they were such a difficult audience, though easy targets.
A few minutes past and soon Mayna grew bored. She never stayed in one spot to long. So the pixie rose, her wings flickering again as she floated on out her bedroom door and back downstairs, stealing glances at the nearby rooms .
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Leon slept quietly, until he heard a loud thump. Slowly waking up, he wasn't sure what that was, was it the house or did he just imagine it. Leon sat up and yawned some, he hasn't slept a good night in who knows how long. He reached for his jacket, and placed it on. He didn't like showing off his wings too much because he wasn't sure how anyone would take it, but he did know one person that would understand, Zaole, whom seemed to be another archangel. Leon decided that it was good to go find everything around the house, such as the kitchen, shower area, study, and to see if this house had a library. He thought that maybe if this house had a big enough library that he might find a book that can help him remember his life before he became an archangel.
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Regina watched as everyone entered and peered through the keyhole in her little door as a young man passed by. So he was on the second floor. Two other men, one young angel with dark, sad looking wings and a rather dead looking man walked up over her little room under the stairs. If she had a human heart, it would have been fluttering with excitement. It had taken Zaole forever to get these people here! Well, at least it felt like forever to the little doll woman who'd lived here her entire doll life.
Taking a deep breath, and watching as Zaole walked passed with his laundry, she smiled sweetly and exited her little abode. Looking about, the second floor was quite empty now. She turned her head back and forth and decided to enter the first room, which must have been occupied by the young man. Flustered in her excitement, Regina forgot to knock and entered the room.
"Hello?" Her painted blue eyes scanned the room and saw him sitting beside the bureau. Sage scents filled the air. "Oh my, that's a delicious smell!" She walked quickly, and rather lightly for a wooden doll, over to the bureau and took a large whiff. "My grandmother used to burn sandalwood in her bedroom to help her sleep. I think it was soothing to her." Regina hadn't spoken to a living person in so long, at least other than Zaole. Turning to finally get a good look at his face she smiled brightly and held out a slim, wooden hand. He was handsome and pretty at the same time. Regina had never seen someone like that before. She had to admit, she had a tiny crush on Zaole, but he wasn't much her type. He never wore a shirt, or anything over his chest for that matter, and it disturbed her a bit. This man was well dressed and seemed likable in the face.
"My name is Miss Regina Hartfeld. Might I inquire as to your name, sir?" Her accent was very "southern belle" and made her sound like she would have been a very popular woman in life, had she been able to live it. But Regina had always made do with the life she'd been forced into, at least after the first few years of depression, insanity, and rage. She would never get out of this body, that much was clear.
Taking a deep breath, and watching as Zaole walked passed with his laundry, she smiled sweetly and exited her little abode. Looking about, the second floor was quite empty now. She turned her head back and forth and decided to enter the first room, which must have been occupied by the young man. Flustered in her excitement, Regina forgot to knock and entered the room.
"Hello?" Her painted blue eyes scanned the room and saw him sitting beside the bureau. Sage scents filled the air. "Oh my, that's a delicious smell!" She walked quickly, and rather lightly for a wooden doll, over to the bureau and took a large whiff. "My grandmother used to burn sandalwood in her bedroom to help her sleep. I think it was soothing to her." Regina hadn't spoken to a living person in so long, at least other than Zaole. Turning to finally get a good look at his face she smiled brightly and held out a slim, wooden hand. He was handsome and pretty at the same time. Regina had never seen someone like that before. She had to admit, she had a tiny crush on Zaole, but he wasn't much her type. He never wore a shirt, or anything over his chest for that matter, and it disturbed her a bit. This man was well dressed and seemed likable in the face.
"My name is Miss Regina Hartfeld. Might I inquire as to your name, sir?" Her accent was very "southern belle" and made her sound like she would have been a very popular woman in life, had she been able to live it. But Regina had always made do with the life she'd been forced into, at least after the first few years of depression, insanity, and rage. She would never get out of this body, that much was clear.
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(OOC: Ha ha, Zaole isn't your type because he is always shirtless? :P)
*Zaole*
At best it only took Zaole six steps to reach the study, if you used his wings of course. Otherwise it took him about ten or eleven steps. One of the pictures seemed to be crooked on the wall, and somewhat annoyed him. Hadnāt I just fixed yesterday? He thought to himself. At about four steps he turned to the right wall out of the bathroom and stood in front of the picture. It was a very old one, as it was painted back when the plantation grew cotton. The image consisted of the house back in its glory days. Glinting windows, fresh paint, brand new wood, it seemed impossible that that was the same house. The tire swing was still on the tree, which looked better controlled and slightly smaller. The shrubbery wasnāt over grown, heck there was even an herb garden! In the back ground you could see the field, which was followed by the trees and swamp. Zaoleās hands placed themselves gently along the frames and turned the bottom to the left slightly. The he slid the painting itself to the right in order to level it. āAh, there we go.ā Zaole turned back in the direction of the study and continued on until he reaches the bookcases. Each of them had countless books in random unorganized orders. Never would he be able to figure out how anyone found anything on the shelves, but hey. His mother did it quite easily when she was alive. Zaoleās heart skipped a beat at the thought, and let out a sigh. He regained his composer slightly and began searching for a book. āHmm lets seeā¦One hundred uses of Gremlin Wartā¦.Controlling the minds of Childrenā¦..Girl Scout Stewā¦..ah here we go. Medicinal and toxic herbs by Victoria Krauklis" he read from the spine of the ancient text book written by his grandmother.
Zaole smiled as he pulled out the rather large book. It was bound in leather, most likely human, as it was her specialty, and had the tightly inscribed in calligraphy, which was probably her own blood. With a few quick steps he headed toward the table in the center where he sat and began to read. A cloud of dust escaped as he opened the book, but he calmed.
*Elizabeth Felwood*
She watched from the mirror that rested upon the wall on the second floor as people wandered by. None of them seemed to have noticed her beauty, and this made her mad. Elizabethās skin was smooth and unblemished. She had long dark satin hair. The contours of her face were smoothed and angled almost like a young elfās. Though she was human, she seemed to be without imperfection. Her breasts were somewhat above average, but no where near to large. Her body smoothed into a light hour glass. Elizabeth even walked around in a sheet against her own will.
Nobody could ever hear her speak unless they stood in front of the mirrors of the house, and this made her upset and lonely. Zaole hasnāt even met her yet, even though sheās seen things that he would probably prefer she didnāt. This made her blush at the thought.
Elizabeth began wandering the house behind her mirrored world, sometimes Zurie would see her, and they would talk briefly. This helped at times, but it was never long enough. She had reached the attic and began wandering into the mirrors of the rooms. Elizabeth stopped at the one with the pixie in it and smiled. She just sat there and watched until she was noticed. If she even became noticed. Her expression seemed bored and lonely.
*Zaole*
At best it only took Zaole six steps to reach the study, if you used his wings of course. Otherwise it took him about ten or eleven steps. One of the pictures seemed to be crooked on the wall, and somewhat annoyed him. Hadnāt I just fixed yesterday? He thought to himself. At about four steps he turned to the right wall out of the bathroom and stood in front of the picture. It was a very old one, as it was painted back when the plantation grew cotton. The image consisted of the house back in its glory days. Glinting windows, fresh paint, brand new wood, it seemed impossible that that was the same house. The tire swing was still on the tree, which looked better controlled and slightly smaller. The shrubbery wasnāt over grown, heck there was even an herb garden! In the back ground you could see the field, which was followed by the trees and swamp. Zaoleās hands placed themselves gently along the frames and turned the bottom to the left slightly. The he slid the painting itself to the right in order to level it. āAh, there we go.ā Zaole turned back in the direction of the study and continued on until he reaches the bookcases. Each of them had countless books in random unorganized orders. Never would he be able to figure out how anyone found anything on the shelves, but hey. His mother did it quite easily when she was alive. Zaoleās heart skipped a beat at the thought, and let out a sigh. He regained his composer slightly and began searching for a book. āHmm lets seeā¦One hundred uses of Gremlin Wartā¦.Controlling the minds of Childrenā¦..Girl Scout Stewā¦..ah here we go. Medicinal and toxic herbs by Victoria Krauklis" he read from the spine of the ancient text book written by his grandmother.
Zaole smiled as he pulled out the rather large book. It was bound in leather, most likely human, as it was her specialty, and had the tightly inscribed in calligraphy, which was probably her own blood. With a few quick steps he headed toward the table in the center where he sat and began to read. A cloud of dust escaped as he opened the book, but he calmed.
*Elizabeth Felwood*
She watched from the mirror that rested upon the wall on the second floor as people wandered by. None of them seemed to have noticed her beauty, and this made her mad. Elizabethās skin was smooth and unblemished. She had long dark satin hair. The contours of her face were smoothed and angled almost like a young elfās. Though she was human, she seemed to be without imperfection. Her breasts were somewhat above average, but no where near to large. Her body smoothed into a light hour glass. Elizabeth even walked around in a sheet against her own will.
Nobody could ever hear her speak unless they stood in front of the mirrors of the house, and this made her upset and lonely. Zaole hasnāt even met her yet, even though sheās seen things that he would probably prefer she didnāt. This made her blush at the thought.
Elizabeth began wandering the house behind her mirrored world, sometimes Zurie would see her, and they would talk briefly. This helped at times, but it was never long enough. She had reached the attic and began wandering into the mirrors of the rooms. Elizabeth stopped at the one with the pixie in it and smiled. She just sat there and watched until she was noticed. If she even became noticed. Her expression seemed bored and lonely.
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((OOC: Haha, sweater-vest wins over shirtless. That's a first. ^_^))
Dale's eyes opened and he froze completely. Humans, one must remember, have a very active flight, freeze, or fight response to most strange or endangering situations. Dale's response (a tough lesson, and one memorized and taken to heart) was always to freeze, and try not to react. He'd heard of living dolls before, he'd just never seen one. After his mind caught up with the intrusion in his room; it informed him, 'This is probably one of the more permanent residents of the house--judging by her accent and... form.' His face took only a split second to catch up to his mind, and he smiled warmly, sitting up from his slouched position on the bed. Dale reached out and took the small wooden hand in a large warm one and shook hers gently (as one would have to when trying to be gentlemanly towards a doll).
"Greetings, Lady." He tilted his head down slightly as a show of respect with his greeting. At her comments regarding the smoke he nodded in agreement.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Hartfeld." He couldn't help the nervous habit of adjusting his glasses slightly after he regained his hand. He seemed to realize what he was doing part-way through the act and let his hand fall back in his lap looking slightly bashful towards the small woman. Dale hoped, beyond hope, that he wasn't supposed to kiss her hand or give some other formal gesture--I'm not exactly 'up' on my Proper Old Southern Decorum.
"I'm Dale Zero. I'll be living here now."
At least, he hoped (maybe less of a hope than offending the small woman in front of him) that he'd continue to live there. Rather than have to move out. Or die. Or worse.
Dale's eyes opened and he froze completely. Humans, one must remember, have a very active flight, freeze, or fight response to most strange or endangering situations. Dale's response (a tough lesson, and one memorized and taken to heart) was always to freeze, and try not to react. He'd heard of living dolls before, he'd just never seen one. After his mind caught up with the intrusion in his room; it informed him, 'This is probably one of the more permanent residents of the house--judging by her accent and... form.' His face took only a split second to catch up to his mind, and he smiled warmly, sitting up from his slouched position on the bed. Dale reached out and took the small wooden hand in a large warm one and shook hers gently (as one would have to when trying to be gentlemanly towards a doll).
"Greetings, Lady." He tilted his head down slightly as a show of respect with his greeting. At her comments regarding the smoke he nodded in agreement.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Hartfeld." He couldn't help the nervous habit of adjusting his glasses slightly after he regained his hand. He seemed to realize what he was doing part-way through the act and let his hand fall back in his lap looking slightly bashful towards the small woman. Dale hoped, beyond hope, that he wasn't supposed to kiss her hand or give some other formal gesture--I'm not exactly 'up' on my Proper Old Southern Decorum.
"I'm Dale Zero. I'll be living here now."
At least, he hoped (maybe less of a hope than offending the small woman in front of him) that he'd continue to live there. Rather than have to move out. Or die. Or worse.
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Leon walked down to the kitchen and went through the cabinets to find a cup. After finding the cup he looked in the fridge to what was there to drink, finding a bottle of water, he put some ice in the cup and poured the water into the cup and took a long sip of it. After finishing he poured some more water into it and then sat at the kitchen table, he stared at the water for a while, as if he was in a daze. His blonde hair was a mess, he didn't believe in brushing it, it was only going to get messed up later on, so why brush it? His bright blue eyes were reflected back to Leon from the glass.
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Asesia has unpacked all her things and she had to say she'd done a good job. Silver candle holders on the old oak dresser with the red summoning candles spiraling up out of the brackets. A row of sliver knives were set out in a perfectly straight line between them. She was a bit anal about her things. Her clothes were hung up in the wardrobe, a line of dresses in various lengths and colours with at least five pairs of high heeled shoes and boots in the bottom. All the unpacking had made her hungry. Asesia waltzed out of her room before noticing the other bedroom door was open. She leant in at the open door.
'Hey! Looks like we're neighbours!'
Noticing the other girl in the room she winked at Dale.
'I'll leave you two alone.'
Her next priority was the kitchen. As she entered she noticed the blonde haired individual staring into a glass.
'Hey bunny.'
She greeted him in her usualy cheery way before sticking her head into the closest cupboard.
'Anything good to eat here?'
'Hey! Looks like we're neighbours!'
Noticing the other girl in the room she winked at Dale.
'I'll leave you two alone.'
Her next priority was the kitchen. As she entered she noticed the blonde haired individual staring into a glass.
'Hey bunny.'
She greeted him in her usualy cheery way before sticking her head into the closest cupboard.
'Anything good to eat here?'
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Leon snapped out of the daze and looked up to see the other two, Asesia and Charles and nodded to them and finished his glass of water. He stretched some and looked around, he remained silent. Leon didn't know the two, but he knew he'd see them a lot more because they are living under the same roof, but it was just hard for him to talk anyone, seeing how hard it was for him to trust people. He reached into the fridge and grabbed another bottled water, filling the glass back up. Taking a sip, he watched Charles and Asesia closely, noticing that Asesia was a witch and Charles being a Vampire, he knew better then to think that they couldn't tell what he was, even though there was no signs that he was an archangel, his wings were folded around his body and his shirt and jacket covered that up.
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