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Sorry for inactivity. It's finals week now but it's almost over.

@DarkiusHeavenstein I'm sorry as well but I can't reply for a few more days. It's finals for my school but they'll be over at the end of the week. I would have said earlier but I didn't even think about it. Sorry

Azeel rolled his eyes and followed Isha, teleporting himself to be next to her instead of walking around. It wasn't that he didn't have time to do it, but it was just too much work and he was too lazy. Chesha appeared by his side in her usual fashion, and Azeel lazily petted her purple and pink...

Sorry for lateness. School sucks and I might be on less due to finals in the next week.

Azeel looked over at Isha and nodded in a polite hello. "It's eggs and bacon, a simple breakfast meal in the west and parts of Western Europe," he explained, then turned and glared harshly as Falmet put his head on his shoulder. Personal space was a concept completely lost on the wolf man it...

Azeel finally came down from his room, empty mug in hand and noticeably less hostile attitude as he walked to the kitchen. His red and black eyes were trained downward at the carpet, making sure that there was no blood from whatever Falmet had brought back. There wasn't, which just increased...

@Iak Destler accepted, but don't go to OP

Xander watched in dumb silence as Crimson or whatever did a dance thing. This was his partner? What the hell! Xander's first thought of the guy: Crack. The next runner up thought? Meth. There was no way he wasn't on something, but if he wasn't he was definitely off his nut. 'Schizo-affective'...

@GimmickPuppet add in what she's giving to be at the manor, but after that she's accepted.

Azeel doubted that that was all Catalina did, but decided not to push it. He looked up from his coffee when someone entered the kitchen, and instantly scowled in disgust. It wasn't that blood was gross to him, just that it was in his house. That wasn't ok with him. "I don't care what you do...

Started! It would help if everyone watched the OOC thread.

Azeel looks up from his coffee at Chesha floating through the air, landing on the island. Nodding, Azeel waved his hand. The fridge and a cabinet opened, and with a small twitch of his fingers a shallow bowl came from the cabinet and landed smoothly in front of the cat while a small glass bottle...

Jasper Matthews was never one to be strict with time, but it seemed fate was not in his favor as he rushed into Manchester United twenty minutes later than he planned. The bell had not rung to signal class to start yet, but he hadn't had coffee or made sure everything was ready for his first...

Azeel watched as Chesha appeared, rather amused with her strange antics as always. Who couldn't be? After all his years and all the things he saw, the Cheshire Cat was almost the most interesting creature Azeel had ever seen. He smiled at the cat, petting her as she sat on air. "Would you mind...

Sorry guys! Just got off work and have a Christmas party to go to, but I'll be able to post in a few hours. You guys can put an intro post up if you want. First post is up. You all don't have to be that detailed, I'm just describing the setting since I don't have an image or map up...

The sun was just starting to make it's climb into the sky, but between giant old trees of the swamp and morning mist, the light barely touched the old manor. Humans in nearby towns gossiped, the young children and teenagers claiming the place was haunted while adults thought it was simply too...

@kira blackthorn you do know there's a post order right?

Name: Jasper Matthews Age: 27 Short Bio/Personality: Highly intelligent, he ended up graduating high school at 14, and completed a doctorate in psychology by 22 with a teaching degree. He's passionate about what he does, and is generally very upbeat and optimistic. Treats his students more...

@Memios Bonavich Both accepted! Love both the characters! Gonna wait until tomorrow to start. Hopefully have another person or two to sign up.

Xander was bored out of his flipping mind. There was nothing in the room. Literally, nothing. What did they expect him to do, off himself if they hung a stupid picture on the wall? Morons. Already he was disliking the whole "experiment" thing, and was --not for the first time-- kicking himself...