The Will

The Will

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[Private RP between Mombie and phoenix_lynx] When the parents of two siblings die, they move to a sleepy, small town in Avery, Minnesota to take care of some last wishes. They'll soon learn that Avery isn't so sleepy after all...

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Introduction

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Avery, Minnesota; a peaceful, quiet, sleepy town in America that no one's ever heard of. It rests at the foothills of the Sawtooth Mountains and is encompassed by endless woods and home to a large lake. To anyone looking from the outside in, it looks like the perfect place to settle down. Yet, outside appearances aside, this is home to a myriad of supernatural entities. It is here that magic flows and those not like the rest seek shelter from those that wish to do them harm. The only two humans that have ever lived here were Maria and Jarod Bussard, and they owned a rather large estate near the lake.

However, when Maria and Jarod died of unknown causes, they left behind a will to be fulfilled by their two surviving children. One of the conditions of the will was that one of them would live in this house, but they could notβ€”under any circumstancesβ€”sell it. When the two siblings moved to Avery to figure out what they were going to do, the supernaturals became quite curious. What were the two going to do? Would they sell? Would they venture outside of their home, unlike their parents, and discover the town for what it really was? Until this point, no humans ever talked to them, much less walked among them side-by-side. The town that had built itself up as a sanctuary is now rattled by the endless possibilities of the two worlds collidingβ€”human and supernatural, and what it might do to their community.

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. n a m e . lana aelfdene
. r a c e . fae
. a g e . 24
. f c . hunter schafer
. p l a y e r . phoenix_lynx
. h e x . #CD5C5C
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. n a m e . jovani aquilar
. r a c e . werewolf
. a g e . 172, appears early 30's
. f c . diego barrueco
. p l a y e r . mombie
. h e x . #2f252a

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. n a m e . tristan bussard
. r a c e . human
. a g e . 28
. f c . luke powel
. p l a y e r . mombie
. h e x . #394158
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. n a m e . micaela bussard
. r a c e . human
. a g e . 25
. f c . FC
. p l a y e r . phoenix_lynx
. h e x . #e68443

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Taking place in...

Avery, Minnesota our primary setting

Avery, Minnesota has been a sanctuary for supernaturals for over a century now. It's beautiful with a dense forest, a sprawling lake, and sits at the foothills of a mighty mountain range.

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The man didn't want to be back here in Avery, Minnesota. Everything about it - to the vast lake at the mouth of a dense dark forest, to the very people that lived here - rubbed him the wrong way. It was almost as though something in the back of his mind kept trying to tell him - no - scream at him not to be here. Certain town occupants made the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, even now as he walked through the near empty streets in the silence of dusk.

A few of the residents were already staring at him, and it's in an odd way that he knew was strange but could not comprehend. Of course, they were curious about the return of the sibling pairing. Maybe some of them were even more wary of what that meant for the town if they chose to stay or even to sell. They already knew that his sister had always been enamored by Avery's enigmatic and wondrous landscape, but that didn't mean they wanted her to stay. A few could not care any less than they always did, but most of them had no desire for humans to figure out their peaceful sanctuary.

So they watch him wander the streets; a single hand in the right pocket of his black jeans, a stoic expression plastered on his face like the little sociopath he may or may not be, and an obvious disgruntled air about being here. But Tristan knows this place like the back of his palm. The town, the woods, some of the nooks and crannies. All of the places he used to sneak away to drink or smoke weed, or just to find some relative peace and quiet.

He had this favorite little diner that he used to go to when he was in his early teens. Tristan had never made friends like his popular sister, but he didn't mind grabbing a nice, thick, chocolate mint shake and counting his lucky stars that no one wanted to deal with him. Right now, anything was better than facing his dreamy-eyed sister, of whom could really use a reality check. She'd never be able to take care of, much less live, in a big estate by herself. He knew that it wasn't in her best interest, even if she loved this place to this very day.

He sighed, pushing open the door to the diner. Rumors were already flying around town in regards to what had happened to the Bussards in their estate. The medical examiner claimed that it was from natural causes, but neither Bussard had been particularly ill. A lot of Tristan accepted the report and wanted to move on, but a small part of him really questioned it just as much as it did the oddities of Avery.

He took a seat at the long sit down counter, plopping his ass down on one of the stools. He tried to not look at all of the curious glances being thrown his way, but couldn't help but to notice that some faces... never changed. Odd. He tried his best to smile, and it has a sort of dimply charm to it even if it was a sorely rehearsed gesture.

"Do you still make those chocolate mint shakes?" He inquired, folding a single arm across the counter and lifting his gaze to the waitress.

The lady, much older than he, smacked the counter and smiled so wide that it creased the skin at the corners of her eyes, "Anything for you, Tristan Bussard. It's been a long time, boy." A lot of these Supernaturals still knew their names. How could they not? There were so few Humans in the town it was hard not to. In fact, the Bussards had been the only humans for at least a few decades.

"Thanks," he sighed before he took a moment to look around. "This place hasn't changed, huh?"

The lady returned with his shake and placed it down in front of him. The spurting of whipped cream from a can grabbed his attention, and she shrugged at him while popping a cherry on top. "Avery's a small town, Tristan. What did you expect? Besides, we like it this way." She tilts her head down at him, "This one's on the house. I'm sorry about your parents. They were great people. Do you know what you're going to do with the house?"

"Sell it," he stated point blank, as if it were fact.



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Jovani found himself at the Bussard's residence, but sneakily so. He didn't want to cause a stir or surprise anyone that may be there, given that Micaela had likely made herself right at home. Something about the deaths of the Bussards didn't sit right with him, and he wanted to give the estate a little more attention. For the last couple of days he had been fighting with the medical examiner about seeing the bodies, but it seemed like there was too much politics involved. There's also the simple fact that no one wanted to acknowledge the possibility of foul play because Avery was supposed to be safe for all. Yes, even for the Bussards.

He didn't need to open the lavish gates because he could simply jump them, and he does with inhuman ease. No one wanted him sniffing around these parts, but the Bussards deserved to know the whole truth. Micaela was here, too, and if anyone was going to find anything out, he knew that it would be her. The girl had always been a little too curious for his taste. She seemed the type that would keep in contact with her parents, so to shove a certificate of death in her face and sit her down and explain that the cause was natural would probably raise some eyebrows. He tried to argue that she might dig into the town, but no one would listen to him. No one. They'd rather uproot the town than search for answers beyond what they wanted to believe.

The estate was built on top of a small hill that overlooked the rest of the town, and the Bussards liked to keep to themselves. It was old style Victorian - almost plantation home like. The grass was crisp and green, and each stone on the winding path was beautifully designed like a mosaic. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked along the serpentine pathway, his darting from this area to that. He wasn't sure if Micaela was home or not. He wasn't sure sure if he cared.

Heavy footfalls carry the tall, brawny man to the entrance where he hesitates to knock. He looks over his shoulder at the sun is setting quickly as dusk slips into night time. He could come back later and look around in the shadows of the night when he knew that most humans slept, but he was here right now. Avery's citizens were looking at him to make sure that order remained, and that meant that he would have to interact with them. For better or for worse. Jovani felt that it would be easier for him to deal with Tristan, as that guy just wanted to get things done. Maybe he'd be here. Hopefully he'd be here.

He rose a hand, balled it into a fist, and knocked on the door. It was now and never, and he really needed to get inside of that house.

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Micaela had been home for at least a week now and spent the first few days deep cleaning. Although her parents had lived there up until their deaths, she walked into the empty house feeling like it needed a good attending to. Perhaps this was her way of going through everything and welcoming herself back to her childhood home, or maybe it was a way to say goodbye, she wasn't so sure, it was all just a little overwhelming regardless.

She had called Tristan to inform him of their parent's death not too long ago and from the argument they had over the phone about the estate, she wasn't in the mood to deal with him. When she first found out about the death, she booked a last-minute ticket to get to Avery as soon as she could, crying throughout the journey. At first, she felt herself miss her older brother's company even though they hadn't kept in touch much after Tristan had left on his 18th birthday. But the phone conversation changed all that and instead the quiet resentment she held came rushing back. This was her home even if it wasn't his.

"Over my dead body will I allow him to sell this place," she mumbled quietly to herself.

As she made her way to the kitchen, Micaela took a moment to glance around the bright and open room. She had so many fond memories of baking (and failing) with her mother as well as secretly making herself midnight snacks after a crazy night of drinking. Opening the fridge she sighed, I need to make a list of things to stock up on she thought to herself as she closed the door.

Micaela walked up to the large window and pushed aside the clear lacy curtains to peer outside. Since the estate was on top of a hill, they had the plot of land to themselves. The townsfolk of Avery kept clear of their property which Micaela never really quite understood as she grew up. Her parent's death came to her as a shock as she regularly kept contact with them and heard nothing that would have caused her to worry. The Bussards were healthy and happy, albeit a little lonely since both their kids were so far from them. Micaela visited during the holidays although never stayed for long mostly due to her busy job and constant travelling.

It wasn't a surprise then to see that Micaela was extremely suspicious of the nature of her parent's death. The little information she did get from the town's coroner simply put it as a natural death but what did that exactly mean? Her parents were fine the last time they spoke so how could they have just died in a matter of a month or so. I've got some exploring to do she decided.

A knock on the door interrupted her train of thought and with a frown, she made her way towards the front of the house. She wasn't expecting anyone and everyone who was even remotely close to her parents had already come back to offer their condolences. Reaching out, she unlocked the front door and pushed it open fully without fear to see a familiar face. "Jovani?"

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"Lana, could you grab some baking ingredients since you're going into town?" The eldest from the Aelfdene household, Seraphina popped her head out from the kitchen.

Lana was just about to the leave the house and make her usual rounds when her sister pushed a job onto her, with a sigh she shook her head. "Sera, didn't you ask Celeste to do that earlier?"

Seraphina walked out with a bowl of brown batter and rolled her eyes, "that girl can barely remember what day it is much less actually follow through with her jobs," she pouted playfully at Lana, "please Lana, I want to bake some goodies for the Bussard siblings since I hear Tristan is coming back into town too."

Lana nodded and mumbled a goodbye as she left the house. She really hated going into town and tried to limit the amount of time she spent there. Although growing up she would spend most of her time there observing everyone, after a while, she just preferred being lost in the vast forests Avery had to offer. As she grabbed her bicycle which was leaning on their fence, she sat down and made her way towards the main town.

The Bussard siblings, now wasn't that something that sparked her curiosity. She had heard from the townsfolk that Micaela was already here but she didn't show her face and rather kept to herself in that big estate of theirs. Lana had always been curious about the Bussard family, mostly because they were the only humans who had been living in Avery for this long. It was true that Lana found humans fascinating yet growing up her sisters made sure to reinforce how scary and evil they can be and to steer completely clear of them due to the incident with their mother's passing. Lana laughed quietly under her breath at the thought of Seraphina actually going out of her way in order to bake something for them, but she could only assume she was doing it due to a mixture of nosiness and sympathy.

The Aelfdene's didn't live too far from the Town's main square and before long she had already reached her destination. She locked her bicyle and grabbed her basket before making her way to the small bakery.

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The wolf did not expect for this woman to answer the door. As it's pushed open, he found himself staring at Micaela like someone punched him in the gut. His teeth clenched a couple of time, which caused the muscles at his jaw to pulse a bit. It's been so long since he's seen her that her very appearance was more shocking than he could have anticipated. She's... pretty and he almost forgot to say hello for a second.

He rubbed the stubble that darkened his jawline and moved that palm to the back of his neck, "Micaela." He tried to smile, but it fell really short. After all, what he was here for wasn't pleasant. He also knew that he would have to tell her because she's too nosy for her own good, and he doesn't want her hounding him. She may have grown into this... extremely beautiful woman, but humans were bad news. Bad, bad news, and he found that he had to mentally remind him of that. He's still a man!

"May I come in?" He inquired, waiting at the door for a few seconds. He would normally just barge in and disregard her, but he found himself not wanting to startle her at all.

After she lets him pass, he slowly moved around her and waited until she closed the door. "I wanted to come by and offer my condolences for your parents. This came as a shock to all of us in Avery. They were good people," he spoke perhaps too softly for his typical character. The Jovani that most people knew was a brutish asshole that did whatever the hell he wanted, and that included barging into homes or flirting. He's physically imposing so he's hardly met with hostility - at least to his face. He's a great Sheriff because, despite his personality, deep down he wants to protect others in a way that he couldn't in the past. He was trying to be something different than who he always has been, but the world made change hard.

So, as he interacts with Micaela, his character shifts from that brute to the gentle pack leader. It helped that she was really, really, really impossible to be a bully to. There was never any reason to be mad at her. Curiosity isn't the worst trait for anyone to have in this town, but it isn't good for a human in this town. He was going to do as some of the city council members have urged - get her to sell the place, send her packing. That's what people wanted because they were scared. Yet, here she is before him and he's lost his nerve. What was he going to tell her now?

"I've never actually been in this home," he remarked, his eyes venturing up at the ceilings and the walls. It looked like something out of a movie - parents die of mysterious deaths and their children are stuck with an old-style house that is probably dangerous. While he looked he also utilized his other senses; his nose for one. His canine sense of smell could still pick up on things that were weeks old, as the scents often buried themselves in certain ways on certain surfaces.

He looked back at her, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Will you be selling it?" He already knew Tristans' intent, but he did not know hers and he needed to.

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For some time, however long it was, the former soldier just sat there enjoying the classic thick milkshake with extra whipped cream, just how he'd always liked it. It took him back to fonder days when he was younger and lived with his parents. His mother would take him here from time to time, and that meant a lot to him because she wasn't the type that enjoyed leaving the home often. He had spent a lot of nights alone here, and if he was lucky (or unlucky, or so he felt back then) he'd have a conversation with a stranger about something. Not that anyone in Avery had been a stranger to him.

He polished off whatever was left over with the spoon, then childishly licked as much as he could of the inner rim. He couldn't help himself - it was delicious, and no large city in America was going to offer this kind of delight. Avery, for all of its oddities, had a homely vibe where everybody knew everybody, and the food was bangin'. In the big city he felt like a stranger. As though people didn't care about him, and to be fair - they didn't. There was no time to slow down, and maybe that's why he was drawn to it. To get away from this - from people knowing his name and his favorite milkshake even ten years later. Yet, maybe he liked it, too - this- in some deep part of him that carried a semblance of happiness during his childhood.

He said his goodbyes, wiped down his face, and then headed out of the diner.

He walked and walked, as one does in a small town with nothing to do, on down the road of nostalgia. This place really gives him the creeps, and he could already feel something eerie under the weight of the crescent moon rising. The way one of the residents that passed him stared just sent a shiver through his spine - something like a cold gust of wind gently blew past him. And these were only some of the things that gave this guy the creeps.

The best thing about Avery was that everything was open late into the night. It's a bit strange, sure, but when you mix Supernatural races, you tend to have this sort of unique phenomena. He had to go to his parent's house eventually, and his dear sister was most certainly there. Maybe he could suck up with a few treats from the bakery, but it's been so long that he doesn't know what she likes anymore. If he really ever did to begin with.

He pushed the door to the bakery open just seconds after Lana, but he couldn't remember her name. He wasn't even sure if he remembered her face, to be honest. She seemed like a woman on a mission, though, but he really needed a little feminine insight. He approached her casually, looking through the glass display at all the goodies that were being offered. He spoke, and his voice held a deep husky hue and it was without much affection or emotion attached.

"If you knew that you were walking in the lion's den, AKA, my sister - what would you bring?" He looked at her through a curious side glance, expecting an answer sometime soon.

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Micaela had to admit, Jovani grew up to be quite a looker but then again she wasn't really surprised. Even as teens she heard girls speak fondly about him and his whole 'silent but deadly' personality. Perhaps there was something charming which made all the girls swoon, Micaela was secretly one of them but she wasn't too serious.

After letting him in, she awkwardly closed the door behind him and stepped further into the house. Being in an empty house with him seemed to make her somewhat uncomfortable but then again just simply being in the empty house did that to her too so she was sure it wasn't because of him. Micaela was just not over the fact that her parents were dead and this big old house hardly seemed alive anymore too.

With a nod, she thanked him for his condolences, "Yeah, they really loved it here." She walked into the kitchen, motioning Jovani to follow her and opened the fridge, remembering again that there was nothing in it. "I'd offer you something but I haven't gotten around stocking up," she laughed quietly. Micaela hadn't gotten around doing anything but crying as she cleaned up the place.

The mention of selling the house tenses up Micaela's body and her hands curl up into a fist. I swear to God if he tries to convince me to sell the house I'm going to... she shakes her head as if to calm down and with a smile responds, "Tristan wants to sell but I'll have to die too for him to do that." Micaela was going to fight for this house whether Tristan likes it or not. After all, the house could only be sold if both siblings agreed since they both inherited it from their parents.

Micaela took a quick look at Jovani, "I hear you're the sheriff now, how fitting." She smiled, teasing ever so slightly.

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Lana couldn't help but stop by the florist before she hit the bakery, she never missed a chance to walk in and admire the flowers. The owner, a kind and loving shapeshifter spots Lana and motions her towards her, "You need to thank Lorelei for me, without her saving my soil I would have had a hard time trying to save them all," she spoke quickly as she glanced over at her newly bloomed flowers.

Lana smiled, the Aelfdene family as the town's only fae family were always helping out when it came to anything related to Mother Nature. She decided last minute that some flowers would be a good gift to send to the Bussard siblings alongside whatever Seraphina was going to bake. Lana quickly decided on a bouquet of white cut flowers, including lilies, white roses and orchids to symbolise sympathy. Although she wanted to pay for them, the florist laughed and shook her head, not charging her as a form of thank you for the help.

With the bouquet in her arms, she walked only a few doors down to the bakery, immediately being hit by the smell of fresh bread and pastries. It doesn't hurt to get a few treats right?

As she quickly grabbed the baking goods that her sister asked for, she leaned down to look at the display that carried all sorts of pastries and baked goods, wondering which few to get. "They all look so good, I need to come into town more," she said quietly to herself.

Lana's head was up in the cloud as she was struggling on what to pick when a husky voice next to her spoke up, making her jump a little. As she turned to face the voice, she felt herself getting goosebumps on her arms and took a step backwards. If her memory was as good as it she thinks it was, the man behind the voice was none other than Tristan Bussard, and he was asking advice for what to get for his sister, Micaela.

A few moments passed as Lana's head was filled with messy and disorganised thoughts on how to go about the situation. She felt anxious that was for sure, but only because he was human and she had a negative physical reaction towards them.

"Oh well, is she a fan of sweet things?" She motioned towards the chocolate croissants, "They do really good fruit tarts here as well which she might like?"

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Jovana trailed after the human woman, his hands still dug deep into his pockets and his gaze flicking to and fro with intent to pick up on anything that could have been missed. The scent of... way too much cleaning hit his nostrils with a slight bang, from which he winced his nose behind her.

"Yeah, they really loved it here," she mused as she led him through the home and to the kitchen. He wasn't about to deny or affirm that, but the Bussards had to have loved it to stay here. There was no other reason to remain in Avery if you weren't Supernatural in some way. He made himself comfortable on one of the stools at the kitchen island, folded his arms over the counters, and leaned into them heavily. He's pretty tired, if he was honest with himself.

"I'd offer you something but I haven't gotten around stocking up," she mentioned with a bit of laughter, and he waved the thought off with a gentle chuckle. "Don't worry about it, Micaela, you have other things to worry about. Not me. I sort of dropped by unannounced, anyway." He looked around the space in quiet contemplation for a moment, and this big home felt awfully lonely for even just the two of them.

The second that the words slipped out of his mouth regarding the home and what was to be done with it, he caught her intense reaction. Though she smiled and her words fell from her lips were not of animosity, he realized that he had hit a really sore spot. The town knew Tristan's disdain for having to have grown up here, and it wasn't for a lack of the residents trying to make him feel welcome. The boy just never enjoyed it, and Micaela seemed to have the lion's share of kindness and wonder.

"Tristan wants to sell but I'll have to die too for him to do that." It took him a beat to digest that information, but he eased into the conversation with as much empathy as his personality could possibly muster. He didn't have the greatest way with words, and he certainly didn't like to mince them. Yet, he felt compelled to do so.

His head tilted and eyes met her face briefly, "You always liked this place. What will you do in Avery? I'm sure the places you have been are far better than this." He was attempting to not sound condescending or as if he wanted to change her mind, but he's not sure what else to tell her. Avery wasn't a special place for a human, and from the death of the Bussards still an unknown cause to him, he wasn't even sure if it was safe for them.

Micaela soon moved on from the conversation, and it wasn't really his place to get involved in the affairs of the Bussard siblings. "I hear you're the sheriff now, how fitting," she said to him, which pulled him out of his momentary stupor.

"How boring, more like it," he grumbled, his eyes flitting to his folded arms as they rested casually against the counter. "The job is actually why I am here, Micaela. I was wondering if you had any thoughts about what may have happened to your parents." It would behoove him to glean information from her; to see how much she thinks she knows.



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If there was anything that Tristan was absolutely not good at, it's reading people. When the girl seems startled, his mind registers the gesture but doesn't come up with enough empathy to make sense of it. Even if he couldn't understand that she was acting out of anxiety and/or fear, he remained calm as if he somehow did notice. One could call his demeanor casual.

"I honestly don't know," he shrugged with a long drawn out sigh, looking back at the glass at all the pastries and baked goodies left out for the eyes to consume. "I haven't seen my sister since I left this place, and we aren't exactly on good terms. I don't even think I have her phone number," he confessed easily, and if confiding in a friend rather than a stranger.

While his demeanor exuded no physical note of emotion, it was perfectly clear - as palpable as they would be to the empathic fae - that he was nervous. Internally he was doing all he could to avoid the situation that he knew he was going to walk into. There would be an argument, he would probably say horrible things to Micaela, and their relationship will be left more shattered than it was already. Deeply seated in this aloof veneer of possible sociopathy was a ton of regret.

Regret for coming. Regret for leaving. Regret for never calling and never checking up. Regret for never knowing what Micaela's life was like, or how she was getting along - or telling her that he nearly lost his life in war. Then there's that very, very, very heavy guilt that was never caring enough even after near-death to reach out.

Tristan stood here, however, as if there was no care in the world. As if this was a chore that needed to be done, and by Gods, was it a chore. He shouldn't have come, but Micaela shouldn't be here by herself. Especially after the death of their parents, which he fully intends on bugging the Sheriff about.

He looked away from the good and turned his gaze toward Lana, "You know what? Whatever you get, I will get for her. How's that sound?" He juts a thumb toward the baked delights, "I'll pay, so pick the best. Your treat is my treat. I'm counting on you," he mustered a smile at that, cracking his own joke with some serious undertones because he really was counting on her.

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Micaela smiled sadly and looked outside the window for a few moments, thinking about Jovani's question. It was true, Micaela loved this town so much that it broke her heart when she had to leave only because her parents had force her to do so. Even though she understood why her parents had wanted her to leave the town, to explore and travel as Micaela has always been a free spirit with a curious mind; she still found it hard to part with Avery. Unlike her older brother who ran for the hills once he had the chance.

What would she do here? Sure Avery was quaint and gorgeous, but it really had nothing much to offer. The residents who lived here had lived here for generations and generations, passing on small family owned business to get by and just keeping to themselves. As much as Micaela loved to think about setting up shop, she knew her wandering spirit would have the urge to run away before long. Looking back at Jovani, she simply just smiled at him as she really had no idea how to answer his question.

Before long the conversation approached perhaps the real reason for his visit, which she assumed was because of her parents. After all, he was the sheriff so this was all a part of his job. Micaela's fingers tapped on the kitchen counter absentmindedly, tiling her head ever so slightly. "The major of the town told me that the coroner ruled it a natural death," she quietly but there was an edge to her voice. They could have been more convincing if you ask me, she thought in annoyance.

"Shouldn't you know more though?," she frowned, "you're the sheriff."

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Lana was surprised how open Tristan was when talking about his sister. After all, they hardly knew each other and from the little interaction they had, Tristan probably didn't remember her as much as she remembered him. Which was fine since all the residents remembered the Bussards. The small town, as all small towns were a tight knitted group where gossip spread quicker than a forest fire. There was no such thing as privacy, and it would only be a matter of time before your business was everyone else's.

Now imagine taking that and doubling it, that was how it was with anything regarding the Bussard. So, although Tristan had confiding in her about his relationship (or lack thereof) with his sister, she had already known. The siblings were polar opposites and although she had heard that Micaela used to be attached to her brother as a child, it was safe to say that was no longer the case.

Lana felt a pang of sadness at the two siblings, and from the way Tristan was talking about Micaela, she could see he was nervous. As much as she wanted to reach out and help, she bit her tongue and kept herself at a clear distance away from him as well as his business. She took a mental note that she would make sure she wasn't the one to deliver anything to the siblings and just let the eldest sister do everything.

Lana blinked, again taken back. It seemed as though Tristan had perhaps changed? Even a little. That or he was in fact truly nervous and in need of dire help. "Oh no, that's far too kind, I can't accept that," she shook her head, her blonde hair falling onto her face. As she brushed it aside and looked up at him, she realised that he probably won't take no for an answer and even tried to make a joke to lighten the situation. Again, her heart panged in empathy, He's really trying.

With a warm smile, she quickly called over the baker's daughter who had just been silently observing the two. "Charlotte, could you get me one of all your specials, and then some fruit tarts in a separate bag?" She decided on simply getting some different fruit tarts for her and her sisters. The specials would be give Micaela plenty of choices from chocolate crossitants, eclairs, tarts and some small cakes.

"No girl can say no to freshly baked goodies!" She exclaimed happily to Tristan.

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He gave Micaela this half-assed smile when she stared at him with her smile. It was stupid of him to have asked the question when she just got here. He felt stupid for it. What could she know right now when her parents just passed away and she just got here? Human lives are so... complicated. When she failed to answer, Jovani just allowed the conversation to go in a different direction. Yes, the real reason he was here wasn't for a welcoming party.

"I should know more, yes. You know how this works, though. The system isn't perfect, and this is a small town, Micaela. We are not equipped to deal with a lot of things here, so it is possible that something slipped between the cracks," he admitted because it was partly true. They were equipped to deal with things like homicide, but it rarely occurred in Avery. If it did, it was handled according to the laws of the Supernatural world, which differs greatly from humans.

Still, something fishy surrounded this whole ordeal. For two adults who were in good health to die simultaneously was ominous. Avery is a special place where the people that live in it are divided greatly in opinions and biases regarding humans. Some of the more persecuted supernaturals viewed all humans as enemies, and some were more open and lenient. To cover up the death of two humans would not be surprising, but it isn't fair. The Bussards were never a nuisance to the town, and they didn't stick their noses where they should not.

"I will keep you updated, of course. I have the medical examiner taking another look, just in case something didn't show. I don't suspect the deaths were natural, but for now... that's all I have for you." At that he stood up, placed both hands on the counter, and leaned forward. Micaela was too nosy for her own good, and if his suspicions were true, then she was going to certainly get herself into a whole lot of trouble.

"I Listen, Micaela - I know you enough to realize that you'll be poking and prodding around." He points a finger at her, "You will need to tread carefully these days. The Avery you knew as a child is a little different now that you're grown. Night is falling and I don't think you should be outside of this house until morning." True, the town's predominant nighttime figures were less friendly than other locals. Vampires, werewolves - and God knows what else is lurking out there. With the mystery of the Bussards left unsolved in his mind, he couldn't sit by and allow Micaela to do Micaela things and get into a horrible mess.

He moved out of the kitchen, allowing her to walk him to the door if she chose to. He pushed the door open, but as one of his feet falls slips through the threshold, he turned around partly. "Oh, and your brother's in town. Wasn't sure if you knew, but... thought you should know."



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Any other man might've thought that the woman's jovial exclamation was cute. They might have smiled. Normal people smiled. Tristan, however, did not. The facial gesture wasn't something that he easily registered, as he has always been atypical in this way. It's probably why most people avoided him and he had very little friends growing up around these parts. It was probably unnerving to see him so stone-faced, even as she attempted to be bright and cheery, but he wouldn't have noticed. His empathy lacked.

What she could feel however, was a silent thankfulness akin to a weight being lifted from his shoulders. For most people, choosing something as simple as sweets for a sibling was easy. For him it was not only a chore but an impossible task to get right.

Instead of thanking her verbally, as he likely should have, he watched the woman gather up the sweets. Tristan placed a single hand in his left pocket and fished out his wallet with the other. She placed the baked goods for his sister in one and then Lana's in another. He moved to the cash register to pay, going through all of this quietly. Most of the people in town would be not be surprised that he's still a man of fewer words than most.

In fact, now that he is barely stealing a side-glance at Lana, he realized that he had spoken the most words he ever has to her. Like many things in this town, he didn't quite understand how some people managed to get things out of him that he normally would hold close to his chest. Why was he lamenting about his sister with this woman? He couldn't remember who she was. He knows her face from when they were younger. She was hard to miss. There was something ethereal about her from that pallid flesh to her brilliant bright hair and blue-grey eyes.

Tristan accepted both of the bags when they were handed to him, and he turned to face Lana - extending her own out toward her so that she can take it. "I forgot your name," he admits casually, as if it wasn't a big deal to him. After all, he wasn't going to be sticking around long enough to create relationships. Yet, here he was staring at her with this expectant expression, unsmiling, taller, and just... quiet. It almost felt like he was just trying to figure out how to make the best exit while sparing her feelings. He wanted to leave, but he didn't quite want to be an ass since she just did this seemingly small favor for him.

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Character Portrait: Lana Aelfdene
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"this is my home."

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I never liked this place.

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"What are they doing here?"

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Micaela Bussard

"this is my home."

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"What are they doing here?"

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Tristan Bussard

I never liked this place.

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"What are they doing here?"

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Micaela Bussard

"this is my home."

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I never liked this place.


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Avery, Minnesota has been a sanctuary for supernaturals for over a century now. It's beautiful with a dense forest, a sprawling lake, and sits at the foothills of a mighty mountain range.

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Avery, Minnesota has been a sanctuary for supernaturals for over a century now. It's beautiful with a dense forest, a sprawling lake, and sits at the foothills of a mighty mountain range.

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