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Michael 'Mac' Cardson

"Fight to live, and live to fight? I'm not so sure..."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Alle9009

Description

Name: Michael Andrews Cardson

Nickname: Mac.

Age: 20 years old.

Sexuality: asexual.

Likes: food, books.

Dislikes: romance, avacados.

Personality: he's a reasonable guy who tends to be stoic and unfazed by a lot of things, mainly out of pride and a dislike of showing weakness around others. He tends to be a bit awkward sometimes, and even though he tries to be stoic he is actually very emotional underneath that. He normally keeps a tight grip on his emotions, so it's not really that noticeable. When he loses it though, watch out. He tries to be mature and cautious, with differing results.

Appearance: he's got dark bluish-black hair held out of his eyes by two black clips at the right side of his face. He's got grey eyes the colour of storm clouds, and is 168cm tall and weighs 57kg. His body is as a bit on the skinny side, but he's surprisingly solid and muscular, although he's not exactly body-builder of the year. Mostly, he's lean, and stronger and more durable than he looks. He tends to have a stoic look on his face.
He wears a light grey hoodie and dark blue jeans, with a black jacket that is quite resistant to damage and has more pockets than a magicians coat. At his feet are a pair of tough brown boots. At his right wrist is a plain metal bracelet.

Powers: elemental control. When he uses his power, his eyes gain a subtle glow according to what he uses. For example, fire is red, and light is white. He can use them for far-ranged or short-distance attacks. He has a long way to go when the items necessary aren't there, though.

Weapons: a pair of daggers at his waist, sheathed in black.

History: it's a mystery, even to him.

So begins...

Michael 'Mac' Cardson's Story

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Mac whistle softly as he walked through the woods, wandering near the statue of the lady. Curious, he approached her, and noticed that someone was lying in the tomb beneath her. Coming to a stop beside the statue, Mac leant against her and placed his hands in his pockets, wondering whether or not the man was dead and, if he was alive, whether or not to wake him up.

At length, Mac sighed and approached the man. Kneeling down, he checked to see if the man was breathing. Much to Mac's relief, he was. He had been walking in the woods for hours, and having the first person he had come across ever since he entered these woods turn out dead would not have been a pleasant experience. That done, Mac took hold of the man's shoulder and shook him gently.

"Hey," he said softly, "wake up. You ok?"

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At the sound of not so distant foot steps, Zosimos began to drift from his slumber. He picked up breathing, out of habit more than anything, as whomever was out there drew closer. They came to a stop at the statue of the lady. Zosimos waited.

He was surprised to feel the warmth of them grow closer. Inside his head Zosimos wondered to himself whether or not he should react to a being so close to him as this one was, when he was shaken. Not aggressively or anything, just enough to wake him-if he had still been resting.

"Why, yes," Zosimos flicked his eyes open to find the strager's own. He pulled himself to a sitting position, brushing a cloud of the layer of dust that had come to settle upon him. At this point he stopped breathing. No use getting dust in the literally old sinuses.

"I am Quite alright. How, and who, are you?"

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Mac wrinkled his nose at the cloud of dust to stop himself from sneezing and sat cross-legged on the ground. The man was alright and unharmed, which was good, but how long had he been sleeping there to get dust all over him? A century? But that would mean he wasn't human, since humans couldn't sleep that long without dying, unless something supernatural happened to them. If it was the second option, Mac hoped that whatever did it wasn't here anymore.

"I'm quite alright, apart from sore feet. A few minutes rest and I'll be good to go," he replied, making himself comfortable. After a long period of walking without stopping, it felt good to just sit there and let his feet recover. "I'm Mac Cardson, but who're you?" He asked curiously. "Do you know how to get out of this place? I've been walking for hours, but I can't find the exit."

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Zosimos had been there for quite some time, he was realizing. The Grove of Aurora had grown even more brambly and wild. Where the sky once swam in the small clearing, it now merely peeked. The ground was thriving, if you could call it that, and the statue had even aged. Zosimos remained the same, if not dustier and on the gaunt side. Lack of sustenance would do that.

"Good to hear," Zosimos replied, flicking his eyes up and down Mac Cardson. Fashion surely had changed, but then again he was never the most aware of it's evolution. Standing up, Zosimos smiled with a closed mouth down at Mac Cardson before looking around some more. He came from...that direction, yes. Wow, it had been a long time. The trail was barely a cut in the hedges.

"I," He placed a hand to his chest and bowed slightly, "Am Zosimos. A pleasure to meet you, Mac Cardson, and thank you for waking me. It's been...well... a while." Perhaps too long, he reflected to himself. Staring off into space for a moment, thinking of what else could have changed so drastically since he laid himself down to rest, Zosimos became completely rigid. He did not move, or breathe, or seem to be anything remotely alive. A soft breeze blew, brushing his flesh with a sort of feeling, and he snapped out of it.

"Out of here, of course. This is the Grove of Aurora," Zosimos gestured around, turning in a slow circle as he talked, "A place steeped in mystery and death. Most-" he refrained from saying mortals- "don't make it beyond this point alive. What entices them into this thicket to begin with is beyond me, but..." He trailed off, resting his eyes once more on Mac Cardson. Observing his every last detail.

"I do know the way out. Whenever you're ready, please have your rest, we can depart." He smiled again, with a closed mouth, doing his best not to pay attention to the scent of young blood coursing through healthy veins.

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"Nice to meet you too, Zosimos." Mac said, giving a nod. He took note of what Zosimos had said. A place seeped with mystery and death, huh... The sooner they got out of here the better. "Give me a minute, I should be ok. Sorry."

While he rested, Mac considered the man. Zosimos seemed a nice guy, if a bit odd, but he had been asleep long enough to gather dust but was still alive and healthy, if a bit gaunt. Another factor was that it seemed that no one normal could survive here, which increased the possibility that the man wasn't human or that he had powers like Mac did. And it was only a moments so he wasn't sure, but that time Zosimos had paused after the greeting, he didn't seem alive. Instead, he had seemed almost like a statue...

Yup, Mac decided, standing up. He wasn't normal. Probably.

"I'm done, thanks for waiting." He said, standing up. "Lead the way - wait, hold on."

Mac rummaged in his pocket, fishing out a chocolate bar. Opening the wrapper, he quickly broke it into two. "Here," Mac said, holding one half out towards Zosimos. It wasn't much, but since it was the only food item he had it would have to do. "You've been asleep for a long while, right? So you must be hungry. It's just plain milk chocolate, so unless you're allergic to Cocoa it should replenish your energy until we find more food."

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crystal walks though exploring this place looking at the brambles and dead bodies until she reaches the statue looking aound examining it"interesting"

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"Thank you," Accepting the chocolate with that closed mouth smile, Zosimos stared deep into Mac's eyes. He had forgotten what curious creatures humans were. They were generous where his kind couldn't be.

"This way, to civilization," He gestured, turning his back to take a bite of the chocolate so his new acquaintance wouldn't see his subtle fangs and marching forth into the confused bramble maze of the grove. It was true many had perished here in the Grove of Aurora; there were corpses every now and again in different circumstances that they passed along the way. None of them smelled like anything Zosimos would ever dip into, so he mostly ignored them. Dead bodies weren't a new sight to Zosimos-especially around here.

As they were disappearing into the shadows, Zosimos heard footsteps behind them entering the grove. Another poor soul, wandering into this thicket and becoming lost only to wander to their death, no doubt. Normally this would amuse the old vampire greatly. However, he had met with a human today and been shown something not seen in a very long time. A stroke of that contagious generosity struck Zosimos as he passed under the skeleton of a hanged man. Snap! Zosimos reclaimed the foot, and placed it on the path in the direction of where they were going. He allowed himself a momentary chuckle at the morbid hint.

Zosimos was all too eager to see what exactly his kin had gotten up to in his absence- if anything at all. He headed straight for Castle Vankoryth, the old hub of activity for the beings he once knew.

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"No problem." Hands slipping inside his pockets, Mac followed Zosimos around the maze like a slightly aimless shadow, his footsteps silent against the ground. The bodies surrounding the path popped up like long-dead warriors in a battlefield, resting for eternity with eerie tranquility. Mac was slightly disturbed to find that he wasn't bothered by this. In fact, it was actually kind of soothing, as if he was back on familiar ground.

Why wasn't he bothered? Mac casted his mind back, and...

I can't remember anything.

Mac's expression didn't change. His gait didn't change either, still walking slightly behind Zosimos as if he had not a care about what came next. His next breath, however, was a bit more deep than it should be, and inwardly Mac was forcing himself to stay calm, squeezing the hand hidden in his pockets into a fist.

Ok. Alright. Things Mac could remember: his name, the forest, flashes of a battle, magic, the basics that allowed him to be a functional human being, a few rag-tag collection of thoughts and scenes. Things he couldn't remember: Almost everything else. Not a problem, he just had to figure it out sooner or later. That... was surprisingly easy to deal with. Well, no point moping about it I guess.

Mac drifted back out of his thoughts when he heard a the sounds of bones snapping, looking up just in time to see Zosimos breaking the foot off one of the corpses. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Zosimos laid it down on the ground pointing in the direction they were heading, and soon enough, the two men disappeared into the shadows, leaving the Grove bereft of two victims to lure into sleep.

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This castle is huge.

Mac (also known as Michael, but he decided that he liked Mac better) looked up and around at the castle with a badly disguised mixture of awe and curiosity, admiring its stony structure. The castle seemed old as time itself, melding seamlessly into the ground and forest in certain areas and standing out starkly in others, looming up high into the sky, its three towers looming up like the three sharp, crumbly teeth. It looked majestic, like a prototype of every castle everywhere. If gloomy, forbidding castles were offspring, this was its parent, the one who had turned scary into an art form and created a "do not enter" sign with nothing but atmosphere.

Why were they here? Scratch that - where they even allowed to be here?

"Are we really suppose to be here?" he murmured to Zosimos, eyes scanning the area for signs of life. He had a sudden urge to pull his hoodie up to hide his face, which he quelled just as quickly. "Thanks for helping me out of the Forest, but..." he paused, signs of uneasiness welling up against the back of his mind. He looked at Zosimos seriously. "Where to next? Do we knock on the door?"

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"Knock?" Zosimos suppressed a grin as he strode across the not-so-well maintained lawn. It was true, the castle was huge and foreboding. Dare he even say frightful. It was just as he remembered it, but better. Some things had seemingly been fixed! He couldn't help but wonder by whom?

"Do you ever knock on the door of your own home?" He asked Mac as he glided up the staircase and to the doors, which did not open on their own for him. Zosimos frowned. This was a first. Was he gone that long? Did someone else take up residence here, that wasn't of his blood?

There he stood, facing the door almost completely dumbfounded, when suddenly there was a solid creak. The door was being unlocked from the inside. If Zosimos breathed, he would have held his breath. Still he stood like stone, waiting to see what happened next.

"You!" Came a shrill female voice from just inside the door, and suddenly the thing flung open.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A tall, dark haired woman as pale as the moon stared down her nose at Zosimos-quite the task as he was slightly taller than she. He balked, but did not falter.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Zosimos snapped back, smirking at her pastel colored tea attire. Last he checked, she wouldn't be caught alive in anything other than jewel tones. Her jaw dropped at his comment, revealing for an instant her fangs, before she noticed the stranger standing behind her long lost kin.

"Forget not your manners," She intoned at Zosimos, breathing deep and closing her lips into a smile. The same smile Zosimos had earlier. A smile meant to hide the bits of monster which sat within their mouths: their fangs. She smoothed the front of her garment, sidestepping Zosimos with a glare and resting a much more pleasant gaze on Mac.

"Welcome to the Castle Vankoryth, I am Daemala Tauvyr. It is a pleasure to have you, and just in time for tea!" Daemala offered Mac a light curtsy before shooting yet another glare in Zosimos' direction. He simply laughed.

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"I dunno, maybe," Mac replied casually, shrugging his shoulders. For all he knew, he might have started singing a love ballad while strumming a guitar whenever he came across his own house door before entering, thanks to a voice-activated lock. Or paint the whole thing a different colour before unlocking the door with a normal key. Or smash it down with a hammer every time he chose to leave or enter. He didn't really know.

Mac had a feeling that it was none of those options, however. Also... This is Zosimos's house? Wow. Impressive.

Following Zosimos up to the doorstep, Mac waited quietly as Zosimos tried to open the door. He was just about to suggest knocking again when the door swung open, revealing a tall, pale woman with dark hair that was almost as tall as Zosimos, causing Zosimos to baulk. Mac looked on with interest as they chatted, bantering with each other in a way that indicated familiarity. Was she his cousin? If she was, she did not seem pleased to see him.

Then her jaw dropped, and even if it was only an instant, Mac noticed her teeth. Two pairs, but they were curved and sharp like the teeth of a carnivore ready to bite down. Mac's eyebrows creased minutely together in puzzlement - why would someone have teeth like that? - when the information slotted into his brain, almost like the information had been unlocked at the sight and was downloading into his head like a file into a computer.

Fangs. That was what they were called. And a human with fangs meant... what, exactly? The word was on the tip of Mac's tongue, but he couldn't quite remember. And did those fangs even exist? He had only seen them for an instant, after all. It was entirely possible that he had mistaken normal teeth as sharp.

Well, it didn't matter. Zosimos had lead him out of the forest, and the two of them seemed friendly. It would not be good if Mac returned their goodwill with suspicion. Practically ungrateful, really, and Mac was happy to be out of that forest and into civilisation.

"A pleasure to meet you too, Miss Tauvyr," he said politely, bowing lightly. It seemed the right thing to return the curtsy. "My name is Michael, but you can just call me Mac." He straightened and gave her a pleased smile, adding, "Tea sounds great after wandering through that forest, thank you. And your dress looks nice." He didn't really get why Zosimos was laughing at a good dress. Elbowing him gently in the side, Mac gave Daemala a light smile, humor lacing his otherwise serious tone, "Ignore him, for he knows not what he says."

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Oh? Where did Zosimos find this treat of a mortal, Daemala wondered to herself locking eyes with Mac after formalities. True courtesy was refreshing, she only got the cracked facade of it in these trying times. Comfortless were interactions with everyone and anyone!

"Why thank you! A true gentleman, you should take notes Zosimos," It was impeccable how fast she could slip between tones. Daemala regarded Zosimos and her gaze melted on him like hot glass. He simply smirked at her and made a move passed.

"Welcome home indeed," Regarded Zosimos to his younger kin. He barked out a laugh and slipped past Daemala into the castle. Her response was a click of the tongue. He was an annoyance to her, and a powerful one at that- but no matter to her. All her attention suddenly turned to Mac. Daemala smiled and gestured grandly towards the interior of the castle, recently refurbished and furnished with dead roses. Though everything was strikingly dead, it held a certain life. The stairs to the second floor, however, emanated truly bad vibes.

Daemala smiled that wide eyed, closed mouthed smile. She held out a cold, porcelain hand towards Mac, and asked in her liquid lead voice, "Let's get settled, shall we?"

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"Thanks," Mac took her hand delicately, surprised at the cold touch. It felt almost as cold as a corpses hand. More warning bells were ringing in his head now, and he knew it had to do with the fangs and the word he couldn't remember, but he had no clue why. Shoving it away, he continued, a bit unsure if what he said would offend, "Zosimos is a nice person, though. He helped me out before, so he's not that bad."

The warning bells got louder when he followed them into the building. "You have a very nice place," he said politely, admiring the decor. The roses were dead but perfectly preserved, and the colours were tasteful and not too blinding. The stairs leading up to the second floor was sending a chill down his spine, though, and he made note to stay away from there. "Lilies might look nice mixed with the roses," he muttered thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side as he tried to picture it. Dead lilies, of course, since everything was dead inside there, but it'd add to the life in the place. Suddenly realising that what he said could be taken as rude, he explained somewhat apologetically, "Lilies and roses fit well together. Uh. Where to next?"

Mac wondered vaguely if they would be sent to the kitchen to eat. The chocolate bar had felt like he had eaten it ages ago, and the energy it had given him was starting to run out. Food would be nice, but he would visit all around the house if they wished, seeing as he was only a guest. He did not want to impose on Dameala and Zosimos, who had invited him, a stranger, into their home so easily.

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"Indeed."

Louis stepped in from behind the two right out from the shadows that the interior of the castle naturally provided. The man was as pale as marble but seemed equally as lively as Daemala and Zosimos though unlike them it seemed he was a bit more fixated upon the man who was with them. The very natural order of things that would have come surely didn't and with that Louis composed himself and smiled at the hostess.

"You offered a moment of tea earlier. Am I to assume that this is a good time?"

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Zosimos could be heard laughing mockingly from the Room of Reason. Daemala rolled her eyes and turned to Louis, giving him a slight curtsy in greeting. He was right on time. Though did he have to slink about as such? She tried not to let it bother her. This was, after all, their home.

"Perfect timing," Daemala said to Louis, "We were just about to get settled, and with another guest. Mac," she gestured towards the mortal, "is an honored guest of Zosimos's." There was something in her tone that conveyed almost a protective sense over the mortal.

"Lilies," She said to Mac, strolling south towards the Room of Reason, "Would be a perfect compliment. We shall order them tomorrow! Shall we?"

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The Room of Reason had been spruced, the vases had been refreshed with dead flowers, and the drab atmosphere of politics had almost entirely been replaced by the ambiance of tea time. Remnants of past conversations lingered if one were to look close enough. An aged tapestry with the Vankoryth Detente emblem still hung in a prominent location, among more recent ones depicting scenes from folklore. The old chandelier boasted new candles and a recent dusting; the heavy oak chairs had been reupholstered and polished.

Covering the stone table was an impressively large lace tablecloth. There were ten places set with the castle's best china, and five tea pots sat in a circular parade around a centerpiece of dead roses. A few platters of various treats for the undead, as well as one plate of normal cookies, sat between the tea pots. It was a beautiful display, orchestrated by Daemala and what little staff she'd manage to keep over the many years. One of them even sat on a small stool in the corner.

Zosimos couldn't stop laughing at the sight of it all. How long ago was it, exactly, that a large group of vampires sat around this exact table and plotted death and demise? Where the hell did Daemala even get a lace tablecloth of that size? As Daemala entered the room behind him, Zosimos wiped what tears weren't there.

"You've truly outdone yourself, Daemala," The elder vampire said in that tone she hated. It was all Daemala could do not to shriek. Instead she smiled, gesturing for everyone to take their seats, before lowering herself into what was once her usual spot. Zosimos resumed his across the table from her. It was a notably awkward distance between the two. Zosimos didn't care. It bothered Daemala all too much.

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Louis followed suit and found a rightful place for himself to sit. A bemused smile fell upon his lips as he looked upon the room in full recalling passing glances into this particular chamber and maybe even once actually standing within and going over a few documents and treaties. He even smiled more so as he picked up the small cup and looked upon the classic designs and even though the tea had yet to be served the aroma of the hot liquid was by far more tempting than anything.

"Indeed Daemala, you have outdone yourself, I am just curious as to what kind of budget you have gone through in order to procure such fine tastes over the years." Louis smirked only to glance over at the servant who was present giving a knowing nod to them as to what he wanted. However upon glancing back at Mac a slight hunger rose within the vampire. He could hear the man's heart pumping but once again refused his natural instincts and instead offered a warm smile to the young man. After all he was in the company of Zosimos and who was Louis to deny hospitality.

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A young male standing about six feet, and two inches tall. He has freakishly long purple hair that would touch his ankle, almost to the floor. He wore frilly suit and a pair of lacy shoes. His clothing include a belt, a feathered hat, and a necktie. The whole ensemble is coordinated in black and dark pink.

It was a long journey for this male known as yamada, he had entered the castle just shortly before coming to this room. He had fixed his tie, and disposed of the hat making it vanish, as he pushes the door open. There he would spot a good four individuals all siting at the round table.

"Hopefully I'm not to late, sadly I just got here." He says with a little bow, as he finds an open seat, and sat in it.

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Mac's expression didn't change from neutral, but there was undisguised awe and curiosity in his eyes as he gazed upon the room, admiring its graciousness. He couldn't help but notice that the flowers decorating the whole piece were still dead, just like the ones in the room before, but they added a touch of fragility to the room's beauty, increasing its delicateness. Did it really cost that much to create a room such as this?

If it did, then it was worth their money.

Someone new entered the room, and Mac's eyes quickly took note of him. A guest, just like he was, but someone who was acquainted with the family. Mac waited for everyone to grab a seat before seating himself, giving a warm smile back to the man he knew not the name of, storing the confirmation of fanged teeth at the back of his mind to examine later. "The room does look beautiful," he agreed, settling himself into his chair. He was just about to greet and exchange pleasantries when the door opened to reveal a man dressed in black and dark pink, who quickly took a seat with them.

"I don't think you're late, although the answer lies with Daemala." Mac answered politely, placing the cup back in its original spot. He was merely a guest, after all. He offered a tentative smile at the man, welcoming, if a bit unsure of himself. "Hi, my name's Michael, but you can call me Mac." he introduced himself politely to the two men he knew not the name of, his manners taking over him as he extended a hand out to the two. "It's nice to meet you, Mr..?"

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The room, beautifully furnished, had cost a pretty penny. As had refurbishing the rest of most of the castle. Daemala completely ignored Zosimos, instead turning her attention to Louis. She grinned in return. He liked the finery.

"It cost what it cost, what is money but a fleeting concept depending on the who and when?" Said Daemala, pointedly shooting a knifed look at Zosimos. She cared not that he was her elder. Zosimos was eternally, an ass.

Next the raven haired lady turned to greet the newcomer, "You are just in time!" Daemala flourished a hand in a white lace glove, and the room attendant leaped into action. The tea was too good to let cool. He poured from the same pots for the vampires in the room versus the mortals. Despite being a home for the dead, in more recent years it was always prepared for a guest of the living.

"Things have changed," Daemala said to nobody and everyone all at once, pulling one of many small porcelain containers towards her. It's contents were dried and powdered blood, willingly given by someone somewhere, bought from The Piata. It took place of sugar in her tea. She passed it to Louis.

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Louis continued to smile but he simply shook his head and allowed Zosimos to partake in the powder within the porcelain container. Instead the vampire simply held his cup for now enjoying the warmth and the fragrance that the herbal mix provided. The Newcomer did bring a few questions to mind but Louis simply kept it to himself and would wait and listen.

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Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Kenshin Hio Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana
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  1. Click the envelope!

    by lostamongtrees

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"Things have certainly changed, and like always this planet is going to shit," Zosimos indulged in the blood powder, too much to taste any good. Daemala's mouth dropped open at his words. He waved a hand and forgave her manners. It was true. There were too many military presences for anyone to be entirely relevant. Stocks were down, though war seemed to be up. Ridgecrest City was aflame, and Casren was nowhere to be found.

Which left Daemala in charge, which was certainly no good for their coffers. Ulrich Paternosta and Riesel Dracul slipped in with a child, who was upon closer inspection not a child at all. Zosimos sniffed the air. Who was that? That smell was familiar...

"We are hosting a ball," Daemala said firmly, glaring a hole into Zosimos, who pretended not to notice. She pulled a bundle of millennial pink envelopes from a fold in her dress and threw them on the table. There was enough for everyone in the Detente, and the pile seemed to grow by the second.

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Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Kenshin Hio Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Yamada michigana
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Akio was sitting at the table, with his feet raised. If one were to ask why he was sitting there, he might say "Because it seemed fun" or "Because it looked interesting". Of course, whether it was the truth or not was all dependent. After all, Akio had a habit of being cryptic. His own name was technically an alias, but he never used his original name anymore so it became his official name. The vampire who appeared as a ten year old was typically hard to read, because sometimes he would act childish, and other times he would formulate advanced plans and stratagies.

He was a bit all over the place.

As he took one of the pink letters, he grumbled a little. "Pink? I mean, I know black would be cliché and all, so would red, but what about green? Or teal? Or purple with orange pokadots? Now that would be fun! Hehe".

Akio randomly mentioned some things as he held up the envelop. He considered the possibility of just changing the color himself with an otherwise useless color changing spell he picked up, but that might seem poor in taste.

Akio was completely disinterested in the wars, or the planet, so he did not bring them up. As someone who lost his home village, was kidnapped and turned into a vampire, and then lost the next place he had stayed at, Akio was not particularly attached to one place anymore. Although he did prefer places such as where he was now would remain, Akio could easily get over such a loss. However, one did not need to worry much about him, because he rather enjoyed the company.

Even if he was an oddball.

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Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Driselda Lacopt Character Portrait: Timo Character Portrait: Lazarus Bloodwheel Character Portrait: The Harlequin Character Portrait: Jaeda Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Casper Harpert Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Kaleb Wuthers Character Portrait: Dakida Character Portrait: Ix Blacklight Character Portrait: Anamaria Van Helsing Character Portrait: Omega Delta Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Alek Constantine Character Portrait: Catira Edrene Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Kaine Character Portrait: Alohi Kalua Character Portrait: Brett Vaelentine Character Portrait: Dren Character Portrait: Merek Dracul Character Portrait: Maxime Trubois Character Portrait: Kenshin Hio Character Portrait: Feron Fatemist Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting Character Portrait: Horatio Sinclair Character Portrait: Yamada michigana
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#, as written by TheHaze
A crunching sound came from the back of the room. It went on and off, pausing for a few seconds at a time and then resuming. Each time there was silence, a sense of hope was felt in the air, only to turn to annoyance when the sound came back. This went on for a new minutes, until a small sigh led to a pause.

“Really, Derry? Now, of all times?”

A handful of finger bones were put back in their pouch. The fellow eating them clacked his teeth to get the splinters out, looking faintly apologetic. The tone of his voice implied that he had explained the reason for his actions multiple times in short period of time, however, and that he was beginning to do it on reflex.

“Ate all the soft bits on the way over, boss. Got no time as of late for digging, seeing to your travels.”

A nod of acknowledgement. Without the sleeplessness of the ghoul, there likely would have been a lot more sun-related difficulties. How he managed to set up multiple train-rides to be night-only, he’d never really know. Getting the coffin booked as carry-on was something he’d hold over him for years. Still, a retort was required.

“Could you not have some of this lovely blood? I know you prefer it...brown, but it’s quite good, I can assure you.”

“Got my own drink, boss. Figure now you should focus on the...what is this, some type of meeting?”

Now it was his turn to look exasperated. The vampire watched his friend produce a musty bottle of something that smelled like ash, rubbing his temples.

“The Detente, Derry. I’ve explained this multiple times. You were the one who urged me to do this, godammit.”

“Boss, you’re getting a touch of rigour being cooped up in that crypt. If anything, this is getting you a free lunch. One that ain’t on me.”

“You know damn well why I’m in that crypt, you colossal ass.”

“Yeah. And now where are you now?”

“...Not in the crypt.”

There was the sound of very smug ghoul patting a very annoyed vampire on the shoulder, followed by the familiar sound of chewed bone.

“Eat yer blood, boss. Have some fun.”

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Zosimos Character Portrait: Ulrich Paternosta Character Portrait: Akio Revela Character Portrait: Louis Vernon Character Portrait: Reisel Dracul Character Portrait: Terun Veillon Character Portrait: Michael 'Mac' Cardson Character Portrait: Dermot Whiting Character Portrait: Yamada michigana
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"Yes,fun" Daemala's mouth formed a prim line. She slowly stirred her tea. The Detente was due to come out of their hole once again.

"We're to improve relations, across the board. Fun is a start."

Zosimos mock-yawned. He put his feet on the table, much to Daemala's annoyance; the old vampire wasn't paying her any mind.