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  Genres: Angst, Horror, Mystery, Adapted from Video Game, Action
  This Show Is: Violent, Mature. Scary, Dark, Vampires, Gore, Disturbing, Psychological Thriller
  
  
  
  

  WELCOME BACK ORIGINAL​

  
  

  General ideas are, there is a powerful family who is secretly vampires about to throw a masquerade ball. A general starting point. This family was likely away for hundreds of years and came back ; the same family but parading like generational relatives. Will this small town catch on?

  
  
  
  
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  This covers the basics: be inclusive, be kind, be polite and follow posting etiquette, keep up to date on posts, follow directions. Don't be a mean person basically.

  
  
  

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  Create a character and a narrative that is diverse and unique. Stand out! Don't be a lamb.

  
  
  

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  PLEASE BE A REGULAR
  This role play may have a regular post flow so be prepared to post a few times a week. If that is too much for you, I completely understand, although I'm looking to keep this role play moving steady. I apologies if this does not fit your standards. Why not join and challenge yourself like I am to post regularly. You are also very welcome to read along!

  
  

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  I am completely okay with using AI art but make sure its from a ethical place. Do not format posts too tiny.

  
  
  

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Theme Song : Getting Ready


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[Perpetual Zen]

 

[Perpetual Zen]

 

[Perpetual Zen]

A PROLOGUE
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The wind outside the trapper's dwelling was fierce and merciless. It was a relentless force that screeched and howled like a wild animal. The storm that raged outside was dangerous and unpredictable, with lightning bolts illuminating the sky and thunder shaking the ground. Although the trapper was fast asleep, he was still very aware of the violent commotion surrounding him. Eventually surrendering to the embrace of slumber, his mind transported him to a place of comfort and tranquility. He was resting in his mother's arms and could smell her sweet scent. It enveloped him like a warm blanket. He could hear the soothing rumble of her chest as she spoke to him. Her voice was soft and gentle, like a lullaby. "Do you remember the story of Star Woman and how she fell from the sky?" her voice asked, and he responded to her as a man in his dreams but heard himself as a child. The memory was beautiful and painful, a reminder of a time long gone.

"Once, there was only water and the creatures that lived in it," she continued, her voice guiding him through the story. "These creatures were kind, and when they saw Star Woman fall from the sky, they rushed to her aid. The beaver gathered land from the bottom of the deep lake, and the turtle created a home for her on its back." He could picture the story in his mind, see the beaver swimming to the bottom of the lake and collecting mud and rocks to create land. He could see the turtle with its strong shell, offering a safe place for Star Woman to rest. "That's the same land we live on today, right?" he asked, his voice filled with pride and happiness. The memory carried him into a deep and peaceful slumber that would last until the next day, his mind filled with the images of his mother's story and the world that had come before him. Sebastian's mother's voice was nothing but a phantom, having been taken from her when he was tiny. Even his memories were no longer in his native tongue. Instead, clouded memories were mainly in English or broken up in French. Having been adopted when he was very young.

Nestled amidst a quiet forest was a small yet sturdy pine cabin that had been the man's home for many years. It was a simple structure but withstood the test of time and weather. As the wind roared against its frame in rhythmic bursts, rattling the windows and shaking the structure to its core, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the steady pine logs that held it together. In all its humble grandeur, the cabin was a single room cleverly divided into several functional spaces. On the far left of the cabin was a rustic kitchen with a small window that served as a light source during the day. The window overlooked an expanse of greenery, and on bright days, the sunlight filtered in, casting a warm glow on the wooden countertops; further in, past a string of drying meats and herbs that filled the air with a savory aroma. It was meat he had caught last week, drying them for a source of long-lasting food for the rest of the rough winter. Though messy and disheveled, untidy or messy in appearance., this bed was adorned with various crocheted blankets and furs, offering a comforting retreat from the chilly winter nights. Here, the old man spent most of his time with his beloved pup. This loyal companion would thump his tail endearingly at his master's feet, his eyes gleaming with affection and loyalty. The dog tried to be stoic, but the wind tormented his ears, causing him to whine and circle anxiously around the small fireplace. This fireplace, though small, blazed with heat throughout the night, providing warmth and comfort to the cabin's inhabitants. On the other side of the room were various tasks and projects in multiple stages of completion. The old man was a skilled tinkerer, and on these long winter storms, he would spend hours working on braiding a rug or carving a figurine. Though rough and weathered, his hands moved with an artist's grace and precision. One was a wolf, and another whittled into the shape of a woman. One day, as the storm raged outside, he sighed, patted his knee, and signalled for his pup to come to him. "You can trust me; the storm won't last much longer, and we need to get out there to check the traps, boy," he said. His voice was stern but filled with love. The pup, understanding his master's words, eventually pranced toward him and nuzzled him. "I know. I know," the old man said, his voice softening as he patted his pup's soft mane and scratched his ear. "You're a good boy." The storm eventually subsided enough for them to venture outside. It had been too long since he had checked the traps.

Moreover, he needed to travel into town before another storm hit. It was time to make more money by selling the rest of his pelts. With a determined look, the old man braced himself against the cold, put on his boots, fastened his snowshoes, and stepped outside. His arrival was greeted by a thick layer of pure white snow. The snow painted nature into a fluffy, white pillow, masking the familiar landscape into a pristine wonderland. The serenity was almost blasphemous. The only sound that could be heard was the crunch of his boots against the snow. No animals made a sound, hinting that the storm wasn't over. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knew he needed to sell these tanned pelts soon to ensure his survival through the winter.

With a groan, he bent down and lifted his wicker backpack, his knees protesting against the weight. "There we go." His pup nipped at his heels, urging him to move. "I'm good now. Get on." His dog bounded on the snow almost weightlessly, contrasting his master's laborious efforts. How lucky that animal was. The pup led the way, its keen senses alert to any danger. The man followed, his eyes scanning the snow-covered landscape, every muscle in his body tense and ready. As they ventured deeper into the forest, he couldn't help but reflect on how unpredictable the wilderness could be. The deafening silence was ominous and pressing.

Making his way to the train station, he managed to board quickly. There, he made it to the post again with no problem. It was still relatively quiet and precise. The sun beamed down upon the freshly docile snow. The market was bustling, and he made his usual rounds from stall to stall. Catching up with the locals as he did. They would talk briefly, and the stall owners would pet his pup and give it some scraps. A familiar scent caught his nose, and a figure caught the corner of his eye. However, it quickly disintegrated, and he figured it was nothing. Until there was a startling tap on his shoulder. Tensing he was embarrassed, a few unkind words escaped him before his eyes met a friendly and feminine face. "Ann!" His features softened as he took his step-sister into a tight embrace. "What brings you to this part of the market?" It was primarily pelts, tools, and traps. "Are you looking to trap something?" A laugh escaped him. It was good to see Ann. A fragile smile forms on her face. Shaking her head, she gave a small laugh. "Of course not, I saw you from a distance and had to come say hello." Across the market square was a shop. Nodding his head, he smiled. "Your new mother in law doing well?" Ann had recently gotten engaged and managed to settle in Ottawa. Ann's smile faded into a hard line.

"Fine as ever." The sarcasm was drenching. Her mother-in-law disapproved of her rugged upbringing. Apparently, more likely, she disapproved of the rugged things Ann's biological family welcomed into their home. "You should come for a visit." Her hands desperately held his arm. "Please." His face read a stern, now? But it is so sudden. "Please?"
"You mean today?" A smile bloomed on her face. "You can come on the train now. You can even bring your companion, come with us for a night and then you'll be home the next day." He couldn't help but think, if only the storm would hold out. Against his better judgment, he decided to take his sister up on the offer. Likely, she wanted some excellent company to steer clear of her mother-in-law's evil eye. How his being here would improve the situation, he never knew. "Oh, and you can come to the event with us tonight! I'm certain we'll have some clothes that will fit," she poked and prodded at him, trying to guess his measurements. "Paul will likely have something." Her faience.

Little did he know this event was about to bring him face to face with a monster who had taken his mother many years ago. Oh, what a vicious wolf she was.

As he arrived at Ann's home, he was greeted by her mother-in-law, who had always disapproved of Sebastian's rugged upbringing. Despite her disapproval, Sebastian tried to make small talk and be polite. However, he couldn't help but feel uneasy around her. Later that evening, Ann and her fiancé took Sebastian to a fancy event where they would rub shoulders with the city's elite. Sebastian was uncomfortable in Paul's clothing but tried to make the best of the situation. However, mingling with the crowd, he saw a woman who made his blood run cold. It was the woman who had taken his mother many years ago. She was a vicious wolf who had terrorized their village, and Sebastian had never forgotten her face. He tried to stay calm and composed, but his heart raced as he watched her move through the crowd. What was he to expect being at the Wolf's family residence. Anger boiled inside him; he wanted nothing more than to tear everything to shreds.

 

[Perpetual Zen]

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WELCOME

December 16th 1889 : A harsh chill in the air but the weather is bright and sunny after the storm passed. Last night was a howling mess and the results the next morning was a bit of a blundering nightmare. Some tree's here and there blown in or a barn or two nearly caved in. Welcome to the Glebe, a section of Ottawa where the posh and elite are making residence in the 1890's. There the Wolf Residence dwelled in a particularly rural area. Owning acers and acers of land being descendants of a textile industry. Fortunes had been pocketed away and provided a mansion for the Wolf family. In celebration of them arriving, and to bring warmth to the community, the family has decided to put on a festive event. A wonderful spirited meal followed with music and dance, magic shows, psychic, mediums, puppeteers. Currently is about a half an hour before guests should be arriving. Where is your character? What are they doing right now?

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Theme Song : Getting Ready
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[LadyOfStars]

Xochipilli
"And that marvelous portrait of Madame Medici will go right here where all of our guests can see." The vampire raised his arms up to gesture to a tall, empty wall near the entryway and standing beside him in awe and excitement was a young artist from South America. She was a recent turn and as promised, Xochipilli was helping to launch her career in the north by showcasing some of her art in their new home. A fabulous debut party was the perfect place for an immortal artist to make their start.

"Thank you so much, Master." Isabella chimed as she bowed her head. Xochipilli dismissively waved his hand at her gratitude and a smile creased the features of his face. "Nonsense, a deal is a deal. And as immortals the least we can do is uphold and maintain the cultures of this world." As he spoke the doors to the lavish new home were pushed open and a familiar figure sauntered into the foyer.

"Is that the sales pitch in this era, maintaining culture and all that? It's far different from the one you use to used." Luis' voice carried through the entryway with all the sarcasm and venom he was known for. Xochipilli wasn't the only one surprised to see the man as Isabella and the nearby employees turned to see the belligerent man forcing his way into the home.

"Luis, my darling, how ever did you..." Xochipilli found his words cut off as Luis waved his hand around, clutching a bottle of expensive wine that he'd surely swindled some human out of. "A big, extravagant party? A family of newcomers? It reeks of the Wolf clan and where they go you follow. I should have known you'd leave me for the new world the second things got uncomfortable for you." Luis' reddened face made visible the anger and pain that the younger vampire felt. Isabella, the young artist, felt the tension rising between the two of them and decided to excuse herself. The artwork wouldn't hang itself after all. The rest of the employees followed her lead, choosing to keep the jobs over gaining a bit of gossip.

Xochipilli grabbed Luis' flailing hand a brought it down to a safe height. "I am so glad you're here Luis. We have so much to catch up on and a party to prepare for. Let's get you dressed and cleaned up. How does that sound?" The Aztec vampire coddled and mislead Luis with ease, In his drunken state he was simple to handle, it'd be the sober Luis that presented more of a problem. but Xochipilli snatched his bottle of wine and started to lead Luis upstairs to his bedroom.

 

[Perpetual Zen]

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The sound of a woman's sharp heels echoed through the vast halls of the manor. She scanned the area with her eyes, her hair bouncing behind her, and her mouth in a firm line. Bridgette's midnight-blue dress billowed behind her like clouds as she walked quickly, giving orders to various people and primping her hair when all was said and done. Her thick accent rolled over every syllable, and she scoffed at every indiscriminate mistake. At times, she even swore vulgarly in her mother tongue. Eventually, things settled down, and guests began to arrive. Brigitte waited and greeted them at the salon as the formal person she was. Her daughter, thankfully, followed her everywhere, as she had a feeling that she would not see any of her sons until dinner drew them to the table.

 

[ForgetTomorroow]

The Vampire Researcher

location

Main hall ascending to the library.

mood

Done..

outfit

#DiscordInspiration.

mentions

mentions over here.

Emrys.

A steady thrumming of heartbeats pulsed through him, accompanied by the scent of alcohol-tinted breath and the humour of elated-ridden chatter. The mere thought of attending a gathering disgusted Emrys— feeling the irritation rifle through his veins like a surge of hot lava and with no object to unleash his irritation on. His brothers were naturally social butterflies, but he never quite grasped the art of socialising and mastered his corners with a certain level of finesse that benefited his status as a loner. Emrys had more affinity with the painting in the corner, textured and coloured beautifully, yet held an absolute level of stillness. The painting was unfamiliar to him, but he could make out the silhouette of a grand figure, adorned with what appeared to be symbols of jewels and other necessities to define him. In a way, Emrys reflected that status with his own choices, tailored and embellished with royal purples, tinted with lighter tones at the leaves and white ruffles. Midnight seemed to pour through his chest, casting deep shadows that felt tangible and mixed with the gentle touch of silk draped around him. A man of no vanity, but at this grand event, Emrys fluttered the same contentious details to attract someone into his fold and was ostentatious about it. But mentally he contested wearing the fabric, swishing around him, fanning behind his legs and trailing behind the muted leather boots. Fair simpler, considering his leaning colour pallet and current musings to converse with the corner. He understood, perhaps, why his mother was so insistent about bearing herself under the responsibility of opulence and magniloquence. Power originated from respect and respect was embedded in the clueless whispers, silky wants and desirable chatter that coated itself as clout. She operated with more refineries than a hundred duchesses and only one human could hope to replicate one fibre of her affluence. Yet all he could do was pick at the fabric of his sides, welling himself inside an aura of silence and inhospitable growls. A grimace and the pull of teeth.

No declamatory comments were circling in his immediate region, but Emrys could feel the strain of polite nods and gestures. Muscles bobbing up with farce restraint and hushed gossip. It typically never bothered him, one more comment on his pyre fuelled him endlessly but nothing prepared him for flashy lights and costumes. Mind you, he had done this before, and the experience should have given him a sense of ease and familiarity. But nothing was stirring in his soul or mind to operate through the wanton crowds. No, he put his time into serving his penance, in an appearance to serve up to the mindless hoards of the elite and whatever strung-up shit his mother collected. It was enough, as Emrys plucked himself up the stairs, pinching a glass on his way through and ascending back to the library. He caught a whiff of the dusty aroma emanating from the books, treaded spines and books soon to be devoured. Soon, he would curl his fingers around the front, tracing the cursive letter and the brittle corners eroded with use. Imagining such a notion drove the grumpiness out of him, and Emrys settled in what would be his night. And ignoring profusely what his brothers were up to or in bed with.

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[RoninN7]

Rafael Michiel

Different individuals moved about the mansion setting everything up and getting the place ready for the big event. Rafael couldn't help but appreciate the situation. His dear mother definitely knew how to throw a party with style and elegance fit for a monarch. All of it brought back memories of the lavish events hosted in Versailles just a century and a half earlier. A deep breath and a content grin punctuated his brief moment of rumination as the vampire slipped his pants off. Rafael's hand combed through countless rows of clothing while he decided on what to wear. Having so many guests over meant he needed to make a good impression, but it also meant he needed to wear something he could be agile in... just in case. His coarse hand stopped on a long leather coat which brought a smile to his face. Within a few minutes, Rafael had slipped into his outfit, consisting of a black shirt with a red and black vest on top and the dark leather coat to top it all off. It was quite dark and filled with red and gold accents along the lapels and buttons. Rafael popped the collar with a smile and pushed his way out the door.

With long, confident strides, the Italian vampire made his way through the long hallways and down the stairs. As he stepped down to the main floor, he spotted his brother, Xochipilli with a man who he presumed was his friend, Luis. "Oh my, brother. It certainly seems like you have your hands full at the moment. Just make sure to clean up and be ready for dinner time. Don't want to keep mother waiting." Rafael's red eyes glimmered as he gave his brother a quick wink before continuing down the stairs. After a few nods and greetings, Rafael stopped near the entrance. Is that Miranda? I suppose I could spare some time to catch up with her while the event is prepared. Sweet Emma is probably with mother and I'm sure Emrys can find plenty to do. With his mind made up, Rafael approached the brunette woman with a grin on his face. "Well, if it isn't my favorite traveler. I didn't expect you to be in our corner of the world so soon..."

She turned with a surprised smile on her face, raising an eyebrow. "I must be dreaming because Rafael Michiel is actually coming out to greet me. Oh, I'm flattered." Miranda was always one to tease, causing the vampire to roll his eyes, taking her hand in his own and leaning down to kiss it. "I'm happy to see Atlantic didn't take your sense of humor. I've heard the journey can be quite treacherous." The two looked each other in the eyes, clearly enjoying their banter and happy to meet once more. "What can I say? My spark appears to be permanent. And to address your expectations, I actually just arrived last night. Strange coincidence, isn't it?" The woman spoke confidently, feigning innocence with a cheeky wink breaking through her façade. Rafael shook his head, chuckling softly. "Quite the coincidence indeed." He extended his hand, offering it for her to grab. "The event doesn't start for a bit longer. Perhaps we can catch up over a drink, just you and I?"

Miranda giggled and placed her hand in his, nodding and allowing him to lead her away and into one of the meeting rooms in the house. He made sure to get one of the waiters to follow after them to serve each of them a drink before dismissing the young lad. Rafael closed the door and the two sat down to converse about their lives since the last time they'd crossed paths.

Interactions: Xochipilli LadyOfStars

 

[Perpetual Zen]

Her red locks bounced as she walked up the driveway. The mud on her boots and the pain in her ankles made her feel miserable. She waved at a sled carriage passing by, but it did not stop. The woman grumbled to herself as she marched through the snow but persevered in pursuit of her goal. She knew a story was waiting there, and she would prove herself to everyone. The memories of that evening would remain with her forever. She felt embarrassed for choking on her emotions and stumbling over her words. The sound of baritone laughter echoed in her ears. She drudged up the steps, wiping back tears. Composing herself, she tried to tidy herself up as best she could. Allowing some guests to enter before her, she held the door. Once inside, she found herself in absolute amazement. There was a place to sit and stomp out the snow before entering. Some guests brought fancy shoes for indoor dining, while others used the worn oriental rug to clean their boots. Sarah did the same.

Hanging her coat, she entered the house, and it was breathtaking. Intimidating. Opulent and "disgusting." The words rolled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Clearing her throat, she faked a soft cough. Shaking her head and waving them ahead. Eventually, she went inside but was startled by the echoing voices. She was not ready to meet anyone just yet, not until she was prepared to do so. Weaving through various back rooms, she eventually finds herself in a study. Closing the door slowly behind her, she felt a jolt of adrenaline. Had she come across a gold mine? Slowly, she studied the room around her, full of books; the scent of old parchment filled the air. Sarah couldn't wait to get her hands on whatever ancient scripts littered those shelves.

 

[LadyOfStars]

Xochipilli

Xochipilli had ignored Raf's comments as he guided his drunken companion up the stairs, but Luis took the vampires' interaction to mean something else. "Is that your new beau? Finally moving on from me?!" His voice carried through the still empty corridor and Xochipilli thanked the old gods that the guests hadn't arrived yet. "Are you still so easily wounded by our separation Luis?" Xochipilli teased as they crossed the threshold into his bedroom.

The four walls beyond that door were quite different from the rest of the house; every inch of wall was covered with some form of art, most of which were now considered antiques. Despite the passage of so much time he still could not let go of his old home in South America and his room had become a museum to that old Aztec empire. Statues, paintings, rusted jewelry, and even a few bones were his keepsakes from a forgotten world.

As Luis hit the bed his eyes moved around to stare at all the relics. "Is this a tomb?" He ignorantly inquired. Xochipilli's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, showing he took that remark as a slight. "Let's sober you up." As his ability, Dark Ambiance, activated he focused it on Luis.

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Xochipilli emerged from his bedroom in a sheer black shirt, accompanied by a pair of fitting black slacks and black shoes. "Stay here and get some rest, I'll have dinner brought to you later." He promised Luis as he closed the door. The roar of the guests, the party in full swing, and the smell of enough blood to drown a whale. Xochipilli had missed this feeling of excitement, the thrill of playing with fire and hunting at an event he was hosting. He rounded the corner to the grand staircase with a toothy grin stretched across his face. That was when he spotted Emrys standing alone, as expected.

"You're wearing my color." He teased the quiet vampire, gently poking his purple ensemble with one of his pointed nails. To see Emrys tucked away in a corner, pushing away the rest of the world reminded Xochipilli of Hamza and he couldn't help but feel they both needed a little nudge to come out of their shells. "If you find yourself lost in this crowd and bored, come find me and I'll recount my conquering of the Aragon family of Spain." His grin twisted at the ends, hinting at the wicked pleasure that he felt from the memories of his bloody days in Spain. But he knew Emrys loved the past so he hoped such a story might interest him and ease him out of his corner. He peeled himself away from Emrys and headed to the salon, greeting guests with smiles and while they examined his outfit he debated on who he would be eating from this lovely assortment of finer delicacies.

"Your guests arrive in waves, crashing upon our new abode. Hopefully they take with them more than just an understanding of our wealth." He swept his long hair from his face as he moved to stand beside Bridgette. "Oh...I hope you approve of the art I've arranged around the mansion for the occasion. I know our guests will not recognize some of the familiar faces, but I thought you and i might appreciate some of them."

Spoiler: Tonight's Outfit

 

[ForgetTomorroow]

The Vampire Researcher

location

Study.

mood

Food has Arrived.

outfit

#DiscordInspiration.

mentions

mentions over here.

Emrys.

The corners of Emry's mouth twitched, forming a delicate smile upon his brother’s entry and subsequent offer to explore another one of his gruesome tales. Emrys couldn't help but be captivated by the intricate details, even though it wouldn't be gentlemanly to admit it to his wonderful brother. It enthralled him from the deepest parts of his entrenched heart, twitching fondly and easing into a nod of his own. “I thought it would only be right to emulate the best-dressed sibling of the evening,” Emry's smile lifted itself from the spindly edges of his mouth, directing itself into a pearl smile that wasn’t quite human. “Or come for your title.” Yet there hadn’t been a moment in his life where Emrys outperformed Xochipilli on the dress scene and would soon recede to his corner. “Save me a spot in your adoring crowd.” It was no secret that humans clearly preferred his brother as the primary choice in anything, and Emrys might have envied such a thought years ago, but he was content to be the shadow.

Sometime later

Emry's senses were like the strings of a well-played instrument, cued up, reaching out through the wildness of darkened hallways and quieted rooms. Yet something splashed into his imaginary mindscape, footsteps rustling against the ornate wood of his home, and he moved in tandem with the stranger. His eyes were sharp in the fading light of the dappled candles, ebbing back and forth like a tidal wave of pallid orange. Emrys's frame was highlighted by the sharpness of its outline, creating a striking visual as he came upon the study and settled what could be counted as a soft smile. His presence melded into the walls, an ancient choreography of predator and prey, as every muscle became heightened under her. But his stillness remained, as Emrys cleared his throat and picked one of his manuscripts from the shelves, slinking his fingers around the bent corners, and blinked once more to adjust his eyesight to the waxy orange permeating his vision. “You have excellent taste in rooms.” He admitted in the scarcest of truths, extending the worn manuscript in his hand. "I prefer a more understated area." He commented, twisting his eyes through the expensive panelling on the wood and decorative wooden bar around the room. “Are you escaping the party downstairs? You're welcome to take refuge with me, but I apologize in advance for the lack of reading material— all you'll find are my incomprehensible mutterings.” Emrys plopped a hand through his hair, carding the inky tresses in an emotion he was feeling and embarrassment wore itself on his countenance.

Curious, her boots were speckled lightly with mud, coated with a fine sheen of the outside world. She was no elite class and that should have discerned some alarm within Emrys, but one couldn’t be picky with lunch. She was brazen to come this far into his home, and such a brazen human wouldn’t be deterred easily. There was an unspoken beauty belonging to redheads, the fiery flow of autumn clasped on the cascading hue of the sunset and rising once more with a fire that Emrys could see himself respecting with time. She could be different, gentle and obedient as a sunflower radiating under the tender warmth of spring. His smile dipped further into what her blood would taste like on his tongue, comparable to the imaginary running in his head or more than his musings?

coded by natasha.

interactions: LadyOfStars and Perpetual Zen

 

[Perpetual Zen]

Emma lets out a soft laugh, her lips resembling the color of blossoms. She finds men's behavior both bewildering and amusing. However, when she notices her mother's jaw tighten, and her eyes flash, she quickly looks down at the ground again. Emma is disappointed that she couldn't sleep longer. While in a prolonged coma state, she had been having exciting dreams. Anything to escape this boredom. There isn't anyone her age around, and there are no handsome boys. Shifting nervously, Emma tries to calm her nerves. She could hear her stomach grumbling, and tense moments always made her hungry. Brigitte listens to her son with narrowed eyes, but a smile appears on her face. "This is a new world, mon amour," she says softly. "Of course," she acknowledges the mention of the art. "It is your house, too." Nodding towards a diplomat, her mother whispers something along those lines. "Go entertain that man. He would be an exciting company. He may be interested in a hors d'oeuvre. Your stomach is grumbling."

But all Emma heard was food and man.​

 

[Perpetual Zen]

As the woman reached for a book on a shelf, a sudden voice startled her, causing the book to fall to the floor. Worried that it might be an expensive piece, she winced as she looked down at it. She tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear and shrugged. The stranger's gaze made her feel uneasy as he strolled around the room, pretending to browse through the books. Unlike the usual men who ogled at her with a sexual allure, his eyes seemed ravenous and dangerous. Despite feeling intimidated, the woman gathered her courage and met his gaze. "Are you avoiding the party?" she asked. "Looking for something to read?"

 

[RoninN7]

Rafael Michiel

Their conversation was long and rather exciting. Unlike many of his kin, Rafael always found talking to humans to be a fascinating endeavor. Especially this one. Miranda was one of the few humans he interacted with that he had no interest in consuming. Rather, he wanted to just have her around and enjoy her company. Perhaps he could turn her, but she would have to agree to it and part of him felt that she wouldn't be too enthusiastic about the vampiric lifestyle just yet. Still, the two quickly moved from topic to topic, laughing and enjoying their time together while the event preparations went underway. As the clock ticked on by, eventually everything was set up and guests began to arrive.

//Later//

Rafael stepped out of the room, his hand in Miranda's as he led her down the hall and back towards the main hall. "Well, my dear. The time to converse with the guests has arrived. Hopefully we get to see a lot of new faces around here. It has been rather dull." Miranda giggled and nodded. "You always were the most enthusiastic of us. I, quite frankly, find these events to be so... excessive. I think I'll just cling to your arm most of the evening and avoid talking to anyone." Rafael rolled his eyes, holding his arm out for her and locking with hers before he made his way through the crowd. Several people greeted him, many even going out of their way to walk over to him for a proper greeting. He made sure to get a few words in with everyone who approached him, with Miranda following suit.

"Ah, look who it is. You're certainly far from home, Ser Maxwell. What brings you to our side of the Pacific?" Rafael offered a courteous nod, taking Ser Maxwell's hand in his own and giving it a firm shake. This man was a very powerful businessman from England who'd been knighted for his contributions to the industrial development of Britain. "Allow me to introduce you to my partner, Miranda." The man took Miranda's hand, bowing slightly to greet her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, miss Miranda. And you, Rafael. It's been far too long since we've seen each other. How have you been?" Rafael smiled, continuing his conversation about life and the happenings since the two last met.

As it turned out, Maxwell was here for some business with a major railroad company in the United States, but decided to make his way up North to see Rafael. After a few minutes of small talk, Rafael noticed his mother, brother, and little sister and excused himself. He made his way over to them, arm in arm with Miranda and a grin on his face. "Hello, dear mother. Brother. Sweet Emma." Rafael and Miranda greeted all three of them with a smile and a courteous nod. "We have quite an array of guests on hour hands today. Such a delicious group of people."

Interactions: Xochipilli LadyOfStars , Emma and Brigitte Perpetual Zen

 

[LadyOfStars]

Xochipilli

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"New to you perhaps." Xochipilli sharply countered with a hint of displeasure seeping into his voice before his green gaze swept out over the crowd. Brigitte was already sending Emma to be a pawn and the idea of the girl attempting to gain any ground with a diplomat was amusing. She was not exactly known for her tact or her way with words or people. It would be fun to see what would become of that little interaction.

Then Rafael approached with a woman on his arm, a human woman at that. Xochipilli had no qualms with the company he chose to keep, he wasn't one of those immortals that seemed to forget they were once something else. While he outwardly despised the Spanish empire and still plotted its downfall, he was not an enemy of humanity in general. "Let's not praise them too soon. They may be as dull as a glass of water, in both flavor and wit." He remarked as he examined Rafael's guest. A beautiful face, basic understanding of manners and public etiquette. She had the makings of a wonderful spy, on the outside at least. As the gears began to turn in his head Xochipilli couldn't help but to think what a useful asset she might be to them in this new world. But Rafael might disapprove of such actions on his part. Xochipilli dragged his eyes away, letting out a soft sigh as he pushed the plot to the back of his mind.

"What sort of entertainment have you planned for the night, Brigitte?" The Aztec vampire inquired as he set his focus on the woman.

Interactions: Rafael RoninN7 ,Brigitte Perpetual Zen

 

[ForgetTomorroow]

The Vampire Researcher

location

Study.

mood

Food has Arrived.

outfit

#DiscordInspiration.

mentions

mentions over here.

Emrys.

Emrys slunk himself into the nearest chair, an exquisite piece of furniture, with fine upholstery and a supporting frame that made his body slightly longer to someone’s wandering gaze. Its true power resided in the unmatched comfort it offered, thanks to its exceptional padding and a statement to Emrys’ relaxation. Yet the same couldn’t be said for the human woman, she was more strung than anything else, gathering feeble droplets of emotion to convince herself of something — fielding her gaze onto someone much older. “You have an insatiable appetite for repeating yourself, or maybe a deep craving for seeking trouble.” His fingers delicately traced the material of the stuffy suit, and Emrys couldn't help but feel the slight discomfort it caused. His reticent nature hadn’t resonated well with her fear, as she posed herself with his books and busied herself with whatever petty emotions were circling in her head. His interest hadn’t waned, but the game would have been boring if he had settled himself too quickly into his predator role. “Emrys charmed to make your introduction in a place to escape to.” He motioned with his fingers around the room, The bookshelves stretched as far as the eye could see, each one filled with his meticulously crafted writings and loosely made scripts from his ramblings. There were other books in between culture and history, recorded by his betters but learned by the lesser until Emrys collected them.

coded by natasha.

 

[Perpetual Zen]

This was becoming an absolute horror story. How was this going to end? They were going to figure out she wasn't on the guest list and report her to the authorities? She would be humiliated in front of a bunch of important strangers? She would rather be eaten alive! How mortifying. Her eyes darted back and forth. Eventually softening her brow so that she could ease into conversation. Nodding her head as she followed conversation or rather pretended to. Adrenalin had it's ways of making it hard to hear others. The blood whooshing through her ear drums as her heart picked up speed. "Emrys charmed to make your introduction a place to escape to." Her eyes snapped to his and all at once her senses snapped back into place. "Quit right." Her voice was clipped. "Miss Sanders, it is a pleasure to meet you," She motioned out her hand to shake. Not generally seen as a formality with women but she wanted to be forward. To create a connection in this place was her goal after all. It was something to report on. There had better been a reason her petty coat was soaked and she would have to spend the rest of the night chilled.