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Realistic or Modern greenwood falls (roleplay thread)

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respectless
Proserpine "Pine” demon
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Your highness, Your highness how low will you go?"

Pine's eyes narrowed at the magazine that they were reading. They were sitting in a chair, legs propped up on the front desk and they chewed and smacked bubble gum whilst reading some magazine about whatever. Apparently some humans had somehow stumbled into their secluded town of Greenwood Falls, how the humans managed to do that they were not exactly sure. Pine's thumb skimmed through the pages of the magazine in a noticeable apathetic manner, them starting to get bored with reading it. If some human came into their store, then Pine wouldn’t really be bothered by it but they would definitely tell the human to “Hurry up and pick out what you want so you can leave faster.” Or something similar to that, whatever Pine was feeling like saying at the moment.

Pine rubbed their eyes vigorously before abruptly closing the magazine and they tossed it to the side without a care about it in the world. That magazine was getting too boring for them anyway, of course, and they wanted something a little bit more exciting even though they seemed to be the apathetic type of demon. Slowly but surely, Pine lowered their legs onto the ground and they stood up to go into the backroom of the store, deciding to go ahead and grab some more things from said room and bring them out front. Now, hanging in the back room was a long black dress that Pine was planning on wearing to the masquerade ball that was happening this evening and the demon planned on going alone unless someone suggested that they tag along with them.

The raven haired demon brought some stuff out into the main room of the store before taking their time with restocking the shelves with various items.

Amity unicorn
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"Suddenly you're free to fly."

Amity polished some shot glasses with tender care, using a pure white cloth to rub the glasses clean and he breathed his own breath onto the glass before wiping away the vapor of his breath. He was doing his own thing, nobody was up at the bar counter so he didn't have any drink orders to take. The unicorn places the glass away before moving on to another one, humming softly to himself as he picks up another glass to clean as if it were his daily routine to do this everyday almost all day at work. Amity bit down on his lower lip, lips slightly quirking up into a smirk before he promptly grabbed hold of a bottle of red wine and he poured himself a glass. Ah yes, sweetly red and crisp wine to cure his wild boredom. The unicorn heaved a cheery sigh before bringing the glass up to his lips and took a long swing of wine that gushed down his esophagus with ease.

He set the glass down and he swiped his tongue across his upper lip to get rid of any wine residue. He loved drinking on the job for some odd reason and the fact that nobody even seemed to care was just glorious and amazing. Amity huffed, leaning himself against the bar counter, holding the half empty wine glass with slender fingers whilst he looked around at the bar, hoping some of the…. Oh how should he put it? Precious humans maybe… yeah that’s right he was waiting for precious humans to enter the bar for a drink of course.

Ugh, he couldn’t wait for the masquerade ball tonight as he had picked out a rather pretty dress for him to wear and while he wasn’t fond of high heels, he would wear the heels but Amity would rather dance barefoot.

Ophelia moon dragon
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"Up to the test when things go wrong!"

Ophelia is your local baker, she made all the pastries and goodie sweets like cakes, cookies, cinnamon rolls, you name it! As a sign of welcome and appreciation, she was baking a whole lot of cookies for the humans that had come on to their town, which was surprising but who cares about that? It’s been a really long time since Greenwood Falls has seen a human… wait a minute, have they ever seen a human? Probably not but that’s okay! Ophelia hummed sweetly to herself as she mixed up the raw mint chocolate chip cookie dough in a bowl, shamelessly licking the whisk afterwards since she loved the taste of raw cookie dough. Even though tonight was a special night, Ophelia was still going to make these cookies and store them in the refrigerator so she could hand them out the very next day once the ball was done and over with. The cookies were just her personal way of saying “Welcome to Greenwood Falls!” and she just wanted to be kind about it. Oh, speaking of the ball… Ophelia still needed to go and pick up her tuxedo and mask from the shop before it was too late.

The bluenette hummed to herself continuously as she made the mint chocolate chip cookies, leisurely taking time to relax with her fully well knowing that she had enough time to pick up her tux and mask for the ball tonight. She had been thinking about getting a blue tuxedo but then again, maybe not. She could definitely go for a different color other than blue this time. With the cookies in the oven, Maya leaned against the counter and began to play around on her phone to pass the time since it was only in the afternoon hours of the day and the masquerade.


Zephaniel angel
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"Oh good lord."

Zephaniel was filled with a mixture of emotions: Giddiness, Thrill, Excitement, and Anticipation. Humans had come into their town, the first humans to even do so! Naturally, the angel wanted to warmly welcome them to their humble town with some tasty drinks that they had come up with. For example: a tangerine, spinach, banana, and mango smoothie! It sort of looked disgusting and yucky but it was actually quite delectable in taste so it was worth a try. You see, Zephaniel liked to come up with weird concoctions of drinks and let the others try them out and critique them so that Zeph could make the concoction more tasty. Stuff like bacon, peanut butter, and whipped cream milkshakes which sounded like a bizarre combination but it was actually pretty good. At least, they thought so of course and they wanted to kindly share the unique drinks with the humans. With autumn weather setting in, people were bound to come into the cafe for a warm drink.

The angel began to make themself a cup of coffee, adding whipped cream, peppermints, sugar sweetener, and creamer to it for a deliciously sweet concoction of a drink. Zeph dry slurped up some of the whipped cream before drinking some of the actual hot liquid. They licked some of the whipped cream from their upper lip before looking up to see Fae, one of their fellow baristas and it made a grin come onto Zeph’s already cheery face. Zephaniel promptly began to make their way over to Fae.

“Fae, I have the absolute best idea.” Zeph piped up happily to the siren who was their fellow barista worker in the cafe. The angel was in a jolly mood today, and they wanted to propose their idea to Fae and see if she would roll along with it. “How about we give the humans whatever drinks we have made and they’ll be the first ones to try it, besides us of course!” Zephaniel spoke cheerily to their coworker, a wholesome smile gracing itself across their lips. The jolly angel then brought their coffee cup up to their lips, slurping up more whipped cream before moving onto drinking the hot, tangy and sweet liquid, eagerly awaiting for a human or one of their fellow residents to enter the cafe.


Skylar kelpie
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"Wolves are asleep amidst the trees."

Skylar spun around in her chair, bored out of her mind since apparently business at her tattoo parlor and she didn't want to give herself her own tattoo out of sheer boredom. Couldn’t exactly go swimming whenever she felt like it either because some humans just had to stumble in on their peaceful neighborhood and ruin the fun. Sky didn’t like the fact that some humans had waltzed right in here and now she couldn’t go into the water, stay under for however long she liked, and come back up the surface because those humans might see her and that is something that could not happen. Okay, maybe just a quick swim as a refreshment and she could peek her head above the surface of the water to see if there are any humans nearby, yes yes that is great! Skylar’s vocal cords vibrated in cheer as she leaped out of the rolling chair and over to the window to turn the ‘OPEN’ sign to the ‘CLOSED’ sign, just for now at least until she got back from her swim. The raven haired kelpie exited their tattoo parlor, casually strolling along the cobblestone street down towards the dock whilst not paying attention to anyone or anything around her. Once at the dock, Skylar whipped her head from side to side to see if anybody was nearby or if someone was staring straight at her. Skylar smirked in content before she sat down and slid into the cold water below to not draw attention towards the ocean as well as herself.

Once in the water, Skylar’s appearance began to morph into her true form… a jet black horse with strands of seaweed tangled in the mane and tail, slick and sticky coat, and strong legs. She could stay underwater for as long as she wanted with her being a water dwelling being but this was just a quick swim to shake off boredom caused by slow business hours. The water was cold against her coat, not as cold as in the winter time but the coldness was never a bother to Skylar. It was quiet under the waves, absolute silence besides the muffled sound of Skylar’s legs paddling and kicking around playfully. What seemed like minutes was when Sky slowly broke the surface of the water, strutting herself closer to the rocky shoreline to see if anyone was nearby.

Maya human
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You’re hot and you’re cold.

Ever since she had arrived into this town, something was a little off. For instance, the fact that it was secluded from civilization and the fact that the entrance to said town was thick with vines and kudzu. Something was definitely up with this place and as much as she wanted to stick her nose in where it didn’t belong, she didn’t want to anger the residents and get kicked out of this wonderful place. Maya was a photographer, she loved taking pictures of various things and developing the photos afterwards, and this town was what Maya would call photogenic material. Currently, Maya was in the library sitting at one of the tables and she had a book opened up in front of her. The redhead had been hoping to find some sort of book that contained the town history and what was going on here but unfortunately, she had trouble finding such a book in this lush library.

So, apparently the residents host masquerade balls to welcome new people. It was an interesting thing, but Maya as well as some others who had stumbled into this peculiar town were strangers but it would be a good way of getting to know these people of course. However, she would need a dress and all to be able to go, and a good one too as well as a pretty looking mask to fit in. There was a clothing shop here right? So, Maya might as well go there and look for some last minute dresses and masks that suited her taste, her red taste to be more specific because she loved anything that was the color red basically. The redhead got up, closed the book, put it back where she had found it, and she walked out of the library. Maya eagerly walked down the cobblestone street and down towards the clothing shop where she could hopefully find a red dress, red mask, red everything that she needed for the masquerade ball.
 

  • MOOD: Yay

    OUTFIT: Something Casual

    LOCATION: Market/Grocery Store
    basics
    MENTIONS:
    Auguste


    INT:
    tags
    TL;DRCharlie grocery shops.
    tl;dr
    Charlie

    Charlie was coming home from his job at the mechanic shop. He was having a good ol’ time thankyouverymuch, fixing up people’s cars. He even had time for some pet projects of his. Like his rundown antiques that he was fixing up.

    He looked through his fridge. Huh. Not a lot of food in there. He had to go get groceries quick then, before the ball.

    He wasn’t going to think about his friend. Turning down his friend’s offer. The fact that his friend opened up in a way that he knew was difficult for him only to be turned down. The guy had run away before Charlie could complete his denial.

    Charlie knew that was a recipe for disaster. As much of a grump Auggie was, he was pretty sensitive about very specific things. Like his feelings. It was like having to talk to a tortoise sometimes, he’d peek his head out, and then immediately shut up and wall himself off again. Pretty frustrating, but it was understandable all things considered.

    He quickly walked to the nearby market. Right, not thinking about that. Groceries. Tomatoes. Food…. What was he kidding, he wasn’t allowed to make anything in the kitchen, he’d probably be ordering a pizza later tonight and using the leftovers for the next two days.

    The ball was supposed to be a “welcome to town” for a couple of the new people. Humans. Which he was super cool with, he loved new people! Any excuse he could have to get drunk and meet new people was a party in his mind.

    Which meant he’d be dining on the party food tonight, no pizza needed, huzzah. He glanced around the market, everything was kind of unintelligible to him. The pros of being in a town that didn’t speak French: He didn’t understand a lick of English. But strawberries were strawberries anywhere you went. So he pointed to what he wanted, with a little spicy

    “Please”

    And the vendor usually understood what he was trying to get across. This was turning out to be a productive day indeed. How wonderful! AND he would still have time to preen in front of the mirror for a bit to make himself look even more amazing.

    This day was turning out to be better and better.
    code by valen t.

 
MOOD: crispy

OUTFIT: shirt and long skirt, a lot of gold jewelry, no shoes

LOCATION: Lysan's apartment
basics
MENTIONS:
@XxAlien_CelloxX

INT:
Nate
tags
TL;DR Lysan cooks while Nate draws. He burns himself on the stove because he's a pining idiot.
tl;dr
lysan
merman
One might think that Lysan of all people would suck at cooking. He was inept at most things, but swimming and cooking? No those he excelled at. Well, for the most part. Lysan was currently cooking his favorite, tuna. With a raspberry glaze and fried seaweed. He knew it wasn't quite to Nate's tastes (his best friend), but Lysan had only been planning to cook for himself when Nate popped over to draw on Lysan's comfy couch. It's a good thing he was already cooking two portions. This just meant he wouldn't have the leftovers he had planned.

Lysan was humming and dancing as he cooked, watching over his dishes as he daydreamed about his current obsessions: Nate and the ball tonight. Tucked in the back of his closet was a specially tailored dress just for tonight. Lysan had saved up and bought a beautiful pink ballgown. It was covered in tulle and glitter and shined in the light of his bathroom. He had pretty pink shoes with pink ribbons and fake diamonds to go with it and a lovely pink mask with pink metal swirls and pearls along the bottom of the eyes. It was a very put together ensemble and his favorite color...pink. And thoughts of dancing at the ball made Lysan nearly squeal. He loved dancing, doing it right now, his bare feet tapping on the linoleum of the kitchen floor. And dancing with Nate? He'd love to dance with Nate. Wait Nate? Are they going together? Nate never asked him! He never asked Nate! Are they going together?? He- ow!!

Lysan hissed in deeply as he held his left hand in his right. Tears springing to his eyes as he whimpered something awful. "Ow ow ow," he cried out, rushing around in a frenzy for something, anything to help stop the pain. It seemed in his daydreaming haze, he'd burnt himself. Of course.
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Cafes were known to have a warm comfortable atmosphere. The smell of roasted coffee beans and freshly baked goods. A calming ambience.

And then there was Ren.

“You think you are ssssneaky?!” The dragon’s deep snarls were resounding from the back of the café. Radiating hostility. “I shall lay waste to this pathetic shell of skin you call armor! Sargeir’s wrath does not bode well for the WEAK.”

Noises of struggle and violence had been going on for the past few minutes. Ren was fighting with someone, most likely disturbing any patrons inside the shop.

“Sss!” A draconic hiss cut the air, sharp and shrill, followed by a pounce and more angry sounds. “COWARD.”

In a storm of wild hair and angry huffs, Ren eventually appeared out the front to snatch a blade from a cutting board. He was going to kill. He was going to commit murder.

Zeph was crafting the usual poisonous potions, unique drinks of diabetes and heart failure. Ren cast a judgemental look as he stalked past. Fae was also present, but the Dragon didn’t pay either of them enough mind to say hello or anything. He wasn’t into greeting. Or talking, really. He was busy. Was on his way to impale somebody. Important deed of the day.

“The power I contain can MELT FLESH FROM BONE.” Ren was marching back to his victim, footsteps fast and hair flicking from the sharp movements. The knife in hand, wet with the juice of chopped fruit, was gripped in pale knuckles.

Cube thing will perish by my talons of sheer MISERY.” He brandished the blade, a dangerous gleam of metal as he struck at his victim.

Box stabbing noises.

The Dragon was asserting his strength over a box.

He was meant to be unpacking the stock inside, but could not get it open. Too much tape, and eventually grew angry enough to just kill it. Issue resolved. Styrofoam everywhere. But box open. He did it. He had won.

Ren straightened up and glared down evilly at the cardboard, now riddled with stab wounds from the weapon in hand. His chest was rising and falling, out of breath from his onslaught, hair wild and dotted with packing peanuts.

“I have rained death upon you.” Not his fault. Dragons don’t play around with opening boxes. They do important Dragon things. Like sleeping and hoarding gold. “Mm-hmph!” An amused hum from the male’s throat as he relished in his victory. “How foolish you must feel.” His shoe nudged the mangled box, proud of his murder. “Next time you will obey the mighty Sargeir, naïve Cube of Defiance.”

Sargeir, better known as Ren, used to be considered mighty. A wingspan of a football field and talons of sharp destruction. Glossy dark scales and a crown of obsidian horn, masses of fire and hatred that left inferno in its wake. A ferocious creature of flame, skin of scaled armor and wings of strong membrane, impenetrable by blade or arrow. Sargeir was a powerful and violent being.

He was now 5’10.

Still angry. Mostly human. Draconic ego intact. Triumphant over cardboard box.

“Foolssss.” He whispered. No smile crossed his face, but the way the dark eyes narrowed was a sign of how pleased and smug he was. Ren flexed his fingers along the knife handle, turning and leaving the mess to go return the weapon. But his steps slowed passing through the kitchen, eyes raising and locking onto his beloved. He stopped moving, soft frown coming to his features.

Ren was staring at the oven.

Silent pining.

Was he meant to be working? Yes.

But oven hot. Oven toasty. Oven safe.

“Prrr?”

Curious purr, as if dared to approach by a forbidden lover. He tilted his head and gave a docile blink, before inconspicuously stepping closer. Obligations were quickly forgotten as he felt the wash of heat near his skin.

Instead of doing his actual job, Ren was going to stand directly in front of the oven, soaking in the warmth as it cooked little pizzas or bread or whatever. Happy lizard. Warm things. Toasters. Ovens. The sun. Hot chocolate. Laptop chargers. Ren enjoyed how they felt on his already cosy skin.

This happy purring figure was a stark difference to what had come minutes beforehand, the ferocious battle with the box.

Ren closed his eyes. Peaceful. Behaving. Good boy points awarded.

In his snuggly haze, the whole masquerade ball thing had been put out of mind. Ren wasn’t really someone who attended public events. He liked to stay home and snooze upon his bed of gold. Lazed out on warm jewellery to guard his hoard of valuables.

Not much about a ball was appealing to him, but large numbers of people were good for one thing.

Stealing.

Plenty of distractions, plenty of pockets.

Humans had also found their way to Greenwood, but this was something that didn’t bother Ren. He wouldn’t be making an effort to try to hide his -in his opinion- prestigious species. He was proud of being a Dragon. Even if that form was long gone, denial still ran rampant.

And if Ren went around openly claiming his draconic heritage, the humans were probably just going to think of him as insane. Especially with no ability to reveal the truth.

So perhaps for the sake of everybody else, it was a good thing he was stuck like this. Not that he would agree with it.







Dragon



Funai Ren








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  • Today was shit.

    Not that today had even been much for Julian yet, having just crawled out of his room bingeing some stupid youtube videos. It had started on some minecraft challenge and ended in some guy making a robot dog that pissed beer. Quite the entertaining piece of media. But then he was so graciously reminded of what tonight was. That dear old Vlad wanted to have him attend this masquerade event that was put together for the new humans in town. Wasn't any big deal to him, not like Julian was very open about his vampire-self and just bothered a few occasional folk that caught his interest. Even as food they were nothing, Julian preferring less fresh blood that he then would..... microwave. Much to the distaste of his vampiric family.

    He didn't plan to go. His dead silence was assumed to be enough he had no interest in such events but appeared as though his father-like figure wanted him to go. He figured he could just avoid it until it was too late to go. He'd probably forget all about it by then and could just hole up alone. But until then, he needed to get his displeasure of such annoying festivities out of his system.

    Yes, there were plenty of short-fused members of this town that he could harass. Maybe the blond wolf-shifter. A little hard to track down though, not to mention being one of the more dangerous faces. There was that sorry excuse for a dragon, he was working right now so it wouldn't be hard to track him. Or maybe even he'd head over to the restaurant the little hell-raiser worked at and prank him more with how 'inedible' the food was; Julian was just waiting for Laz to figure out he was a vampire. What about-

    Ah, yes.

    Hazel eyes landed on an all too familiar form. It was like a little gift dropped from above, thank you, lord. No need to drive himself crazy with decision-making.

    Lucas already looked pissy, well, that was a given. Julian's brain fluttered back to his youtube videos, eyes honed in on the shape of Lucas's back. The figure morphed in his head, from human to... weird... robot dog-shaped. The connection was, Julian had just seen the video of the weird creation and had its walk fresh in mind. There were many ideas out there of this amalgamation walking around. And a good couple of those, kicking the poor machine to watch it scramble back up. It had great control. And now the stupid thought was stick in his head of Lucas as this machine. He tried to shake it from his brain, but it just wouldn't go.

    Annoying.

    Very annoying.

    The only solution would be to follow through with his ridiculous thought process. Steps speeding up but focusing on keeping quiet, trying to get close enough from behind and-

    A swift foot to the back of the knee to try and trip Lucas up like that very same robot dog. Of course, he knew better than to just stand there, quickly stepping back in case of a shocked flail attack.

    "Hey, you wanna trade blows?" His voice emotionless as he regarded his target., coming straight out with the fact he was picking a fight.

    int with: qunqun qunqun (Lucas)
 
MOOD: focused

OUTFIT: mail uniform

LOCATION: in front of Auguste Cortes' home
basics
MENTIONS:
qunqun qunqun



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TL;DR Ferric ponders about the new humans as he delivers a package to a very distraught Auguste.
tl;dr
ferric
loathe the way they light candles in Rome, but love the sweet air of the votives
A burlap satchel hung from the shoulder of Greenwood Falls’ mailman. It gently swung from front to back with each step he took. Every so often, the mailman would let out a small wince as he stumbled slightly.
Ferric wasn’t used to walking such long distances in his human form. His legs weren’t built in a manner he was accustomed to which left him feeling unsteady. If only he could be in his harpy form, but of course, humans had to come into the town. Many residents held feelings about the humans that were on one extreme or the other. Ferric didn’t really know how to feel about them.
At the very least, Ferric felt uneasy. He couldn’t remember the last time that humans were in Greenwood Falls; if there even were humans who had once come to their small town. It was a wonder they even found it, he thought, since everyone had gone to such great lengths to keep the town secluded from unwelcome visitors.
Thankfully, Ferric was able to mostly avoid the humans. He considered it a stroke of luck that his profession allowed him to traverse across town in ways that the humans hadn’t discovered yet. After his job was finished for the day, Ferric usually could be found perched up high in a tree with a good book and a few day-old pastries he had picked up from the bakery.
However, Ferric knew that he would have to interact with the humans eventually. It seemed like it would have to be tonight as well, since the town decided to throw their traditional masquerade celebration. And Ferric respected and obeyed tradition, no matter how much his brain told him otherwise.
He had one last delivery for the day. A medium-sized parcel addressed to an “Auguste Cortes”. Ferric knew Auguste. Well, Ferric knew everyone in town-- his job honed his name-and-face-pairing skills. But he didn’t know everyone on a personal level. And he certainly didn’t know Auguste. Not many people did, save for the French-speaking mechanic. Ferric had talked to the mechanic more frequently than he did Auguste, as the man always seemed to be ordering some metal doohickey or contraption in the post.
Ferric padded up to the front door and gave his usual polite yet sharp knocks on the wooden surface. He stood in silence, the package underneath his arm as he adjusted his belt within the loops. Faint sounds of clinking glass mixed with growing footsteps on hardwood floor could be heard within the home.
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Trelion
Location: his store
interactions: (none at the moment)​
Trelion or as most people called them Trel, busied himself with the usual, making sure everything was stocked and proper it was mostly to keep himself out of mischief that he’d inevitably cause with nothing else to do. “The foxes knows” was almost the more prominent of the town's stores, the sign displayed prominently in front of the store, With the slogan displayed underneath it reading “form fashion to food and everything in-between just ask the fox knows” the place had evolved over the years to basically have almost everything contained in it, at least for convince one could find everything or get anything there. It didn’t stop more specialist places from popping up but inevitably the townsfolk would come to Trel for something. Trel appeared as his usual self a short cute looking male, tho he really looked more childish, two large fluffy tails and ears sprouting from his form Trel wasn’t too worried about a human wandering in a bit of Kitsune magic and some Shapeshifting would solve that issue but after counting the current stock and checking in a few of the mingling customers making sure they had want they needed Trel ducked into the back room once they’d all left he felt he should at least try something on for the masquerade ball. Though it was far form the traditional sense of clothing, partly wrapping his tails around himself trel’s body seemed to suddenly change into a much taller more muscular-looking male with a different set of cloths. Staring at himself in the mirror for a while he‘d huff, it would take a while to pick what form he wanted to go as for the Kitsune it was about the same as picking an outfit was for non-shapeshifters maybe he could test a few with some customers? But for now, he’d keep swapping between various different looks.

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margate
Location: outside on street
interaction:​
in a small building on the main road of the town the old tattered sign read “police station“ tho it seemed more like it was a “Police officer” as it looked to only house a single office, the strangeness only began at the the doors they where utterly massive easily over ten feet tall. The inside was also massive everything seemingly scaled up but at least thirty percent or so. And sitting at the single office chair was the towns one police officer constable Margate. The reason for the massiveness of everything became quickly apparent. As she was indeed massive, over eight feet tall. her body covered in glistening silver scales with monochrome golden eyes, hair like silver strands it too seemed to shine, and large tarnished silvery wings tucked behind her body, she wore a police uniform and an expression on annoyance. Humans had wandered into town.. just peachy unlike many Margate couldn’t pass as human whatsoever even skodai could at least almost totally resemble a human if his hair cooperated, but she was just... well just margate pure and simple. She wasn’t even sure if she’d go to the ball.. wasn’t like she could get a dress on such short notice not even Trel could do that in a matter of hours and that kitsune could get practically anything, hell she couldn’t even leave her office without risking a human spotting her and freaking out. Stretching her wings out behind her Margate yawned a little, getting off her chair she’d look outside at the nice autumn day with a frown. “Should I just go outside and get a coffee or something.. would I scare someone off? Screw it.. o want a coffeeeeee” margate was talking to herself out loud deciding that she might as well fo for a walk what was the harm? Right? and with that she was off and outside


skodai&miko
Location: miko is wandering around town oh no
interaction: (just miko)​
Massive reptilian coils lay near a now dead fireplace whatever the huge reptile was, judging by the uneven shape of the coils it had clearly eaten recently whatever was unfortunate enough to end up it’s prey waa clearly fairly large maybe a wild boar or two? Who knew whatever it was the serpent was certainly massive. Letting out a yawn the body attached to the tail rose it was that of a human with snake hair. "Miko? You awake?" The serpents asked looking around he'd realise that Miko was missing leading to a very worried expression.

Meanwhile a small boy in a hoodie with a small set of horns and a tail wandered around the streets with a cinimon buns in hand. Miko had never seen a human what where they like? He wanted to let his dad sleep in so he thought he could jist go out by himslef afterall he was ten and a dragon nothing could go wrong!!!
 








  • Nathair Kaius Grey





    Cause darling im a nightmare dressed like a daydream






    Nate Grey





    Siren





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Nate Grey
Mentions: -ferret- -ferret-
Interactions: Lysan
Location: Lysans Apartment
Mood: Yes
TL ; DR: Nate came to Lysans apartment and draws Lysan while he cooks. Gets jealous over an imaginary person like really Nate?? Helps fix Lysan right up and kisses booboo. Haha gay

Nate was currently perched on his best friend, Lysans, couch. Sketchbook lazily probed up in his lap with a drawing pencil in his left hand. They became friends awhile ago and it was rare to see one without the other. It was like a package deal between the two not that Nate was complaining. Nate glanced up from the fresh virgin white of his sketchbook to look at Lysan dance around the kitchen while cooking. A rare smile on the males face as he then turned back to the page.

He knew what to draw now. His pencil started to drift over the page slowly taking the form of his best friend.

Nate wasnt originally going to come over to Lysans apartment. He was going to stay home and hide away from all the new humans that were supposed to be in town. He didnt even know how they found the town. Greenwood was pretty much off the map and very secluded. Nate came here to get AWAY from humans NOT for them to come back again. BUT he decided to go out and grab a coffee.

He didnt particularly care for coffee but he wanted something to drink other than water. He swam in that. The guy didnt feel like drinking it. It didnt have a taste and to the siren that was weird. BUT BACK TO THE STORY. Nate then decided to go pick up his dress for the ball from one of the many shops in town. They were holding a ball for the humans because apparently that was tradition in the town. More like an excuse to party. The dress had to be specially tailored for him because of his body size. He might have ripped a dress or two trying them on, plus fuck gender norms. What was the point to those anyway?

After picking up his dress he returned back to his apartment and placed it safely in his closet where it was residing now. It was a deep blood red color that hugged his chest then flowed freely around his feet. The silk was dotted with roses within the folds. The siren had a pair of golden heels with red and pink flowers to go with it and a deep red mask.

Nate then left and decided he didnt want to be a shut in alone so he went to his best friends. Plus he needed to ask Lysan about the ball and he would get free food. Were they going together? Nate didnt ask but he kind of assumed it was implied that the two friends were going. Was Lysan going with someone else? Should he ask? No. He would come across as jealous. There was nothing to be jealous of. But what if that person was better looking then him? Or if Lysan fell in love with that person instead of Nate? Wait- Why would he care? Nate was now slightly jealous of this imaginary person that he made up in his head.

He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the fellow merman, lines growing darker on the paper. He should clear up the confusion about the dance shouldnt he? Nate cleared his throat. "Hey Lysssan arrre-"

Lysan then cried out and was rushing around the kitchen grabbing his hand. Nate quickly threw the notebook off his lap and onto the couch with a slight plopping sound. The siren unfolded himself and in a couple graceful steps, Nate had his arms gripped on Lysans shoulders.

"Brrreathe." Nates voice was gentle as he spoke. He then let go and walked over to a cabinet, pulling open the wooden door. He carefully pulled out the first-aid kit and coconut oil.

"Hold ssstill." He struggled for a moment trying to unscrew the lid but after a moments of struggling it around and slamming it on the counter, he opened it.

NATE WAS VICTORIOUS AND A HERO. THE HERO SOREN SAVES THE DAY. He scooped out a bit of the oil and took Lysans hand into his own, as he spread the oil across the burn. After a couple heartbeats of Nate just standing there inspecting the burn, he grabbed out the bandages and wrapped the pink haired males hand carefully but efficiently.

He raised the hand to his mouth and placed his lips on the bandage. "Now all betterrr becaussse I sssay."

Nate then bent down and placed a hand under Lysans knees and another one under his back to support him as he stood back up. Carrying Lysan bridal style as he sat him down on the couch.

"Take a brrreak alrrright? I dont need you to get hurrrt before the ball. Ssspeaking of the devil- are we going together?"
 








Sunset was the regular time Vladimir’s presence became more noticed. The daylight didn’t turn him into a sparkly Edward Cullen, or sizzle him into a crisp, but the brightness of the sun was annoying to his eyes.

"Wakey wakey. Of the eggs and bakey variety."

Vladimir’s monotonous voice spoke from where he stood, waiting in the hallway of the house.

“Rise, foreboding infants. Bones of lazies.”

The brush of black robes and pointed shoes sounded as he moved down the hallway, delivering a stout knock to each room. Usually Vladimir did not care if the youth remained bed-ridden all day and night. Resting was important, and for those with immortal life it didn’t matter if they slept for 3 years or 3 minutes. They had centuries to slumber.

But tonight was a special exception. The household was being pressured (forced) to attend the masquerade event by the older vampire. He found it was important to keep appearances, remain social and adapt to the newcomers. The humans. Vladimir had much to discuss using his newly learned mortal-tongue. He had learned about ‘vibe-checks’ and ‘Gucci’ and their obsession with ‘boba’. He must make use of this knowledge in order to integrate into society. The humans will never know of his undercover charade.

Julian was one individual that did not appear to be at home. As long as they returned in 5-10 business days to show they hadn’t met their demise, it was fine. Vlad was not great at micro-managing the kids, partly because he didn’t think it necessary. His parenting style was… unique, to say the least. Gifting a guillotine or a monkey brain preserved in a jar for somebody’s birthday was one example of this. There were times he attempted to integrate a normal human childhood, such as star charts and making them do sports on the weekend.

He quickly learned this was undesirable. Probably due to the fact most in the household could be considered as young adults rather than kids. But compared to the elder vampire's lifespan, they were children. Cordelia was a mere fetus to him. A walking embryo.

He did still use the Time-Out-Corner as a threat when a certain somebody got snippy with him. Julian

Bringing in this household of disciples was not part of Vladimir’s long-term plan. It happened one by one, collecting a small group of these troubled youth. For someone as solemn and macabre as Vladimir it was strange to find he harboured a home for them. It wasn’t something he was ever going to admit, but he liked the company.

The vampire drifted down the staircase to make his way to the kitchen, planning to prepare a cake for the mortals. He concocted horrible baking disasters, but this did not deter his attempts. This time he would remember to turn the oven on. The war would be won.

Something swiped at his leg, bringing the man to a quick stop. A vibe check.

“Bartholomew.” His cat, better known as the horrible Bartholomew Karpov Lafayette The III. A fluffy angry tabby cat. “Unhand me.” It’s claws were caught on Vlad’s clothing.

He gently nudged the attacking animal with his foot before crouching down and picking him up, cradling the round baby in his arms. The feline of fat malevolence eased it’s anger. Vladimir’s beloved.

"You are not ‘The Tough Cookie’."

What appeared to be a scold left the vampire’s lips as he continued on his way, yet there was nothing assertive in his tone. He had a very calming neutral voice most of the time. Non-existent anger. “Always go for the neck.”

Upon entering the kitchen he settled the cat on the counter so he could go about his baking preparations. The mortals shall consume his creation.







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Lazarus
staying calm, i am calm and cool, i am so very cool right now- WHO THE FUCK

Lighting his breakfast on fire after yelling at the neighbors to keep the *noise* down should have been the first red flag that Laz’s day would not turn out very well. The ‘alexa’ person next door, who weirdly always seemed to know the weather forecast, had told him there was a chance of rain- before she was cut off by the neighbors telling Laz to ‘shut the fuck up’ and to ‘stop talking to their alexa’. To which he had responded that alexa should be able to talk to whoever she pleased, which in turn apparently warranted some angry yelling and banging on the wall, leading to Laz’s- now scorched from frustration- mushroom omelet disappointment.

At least the smell of burned egg had motivated him to sprout a set of tar black wings and unkempt rage, which he then used to take off from the balcony and delicately toss his now charcoal breakfast neatly through the neighbors window, earning yet another bout of angry yells, to which he responded in sign language as he flew off on his way to work.

Tanya was the first to notice Laz’s sour disposition as he kicked open the kitchen door upon arrival.

“Is this about alexa again?” a small smile graced the woman's scarred lips. She hosed him down with a canister from the wall, Laz gagging as the white foam landed in his mouth.

“It’s the fact that they won’t even let her talk to me for one- what the fuck is their problem?? You know me, I'm fucking delightful!”

Another spray of the foam, earning a cough as Laz shook off the last of his sizzling flames, his wings folding into him.

“Who knows, maybe they just need to warm up to you.”

“Ha, ha.” he mocked, slipping on his apron and wiping away the remnants of foam.

Laz popped his head out from the kitchen, surveying the dining area for that blonde prick that quite literally, made his blood boil.

“If you’re looking for your boyfriend, he isn’t in yet.” Tanya leaned against the wall, blowing on a mug of coffee before taking a sip.

“First of all,” started Laz, pointing a dirty rag in her direction. “He isn’t my boyfriend. Secondly, good. The less I see of that blonde, tasteless bitch the better.”

This earned an amused smile from the neighborhood lesbian.

“Seems a bit harsh for a loyal customer. What did he say to you again to deserve that?”

Snapping his fingers over the oven's burner, a pan was slammed down in contempt, nearly squashing the new flame.

“Inedible. He called, MY-” another slammed dish- “fucking-” oil spilled in the first pan- “chicken-” a chicken breast was tossed in the first- “inedible.”

A bell rang as the restaurant door opened and a group of people came in, loudly talking about the ball that was going to happen that evening.

“Well, let's hope that what you’re making now is more edible.” smirked Tanya, setting down her mug to head to the front.

This earned a glare and a finger.

“Who the fuck orders chicken for breakfast.”

“Laz…” she stopped in the doorway. “It’s nearly one.”

“Oh.”

“Get that out”

“Yes boss.”

The next 15 minutes went by in a flurry of activity. Dicing, prepping, and sending out the chicken, only to have it sent back nearly a minute later.

“He wants more spice.” was all the unamused tiefling said with a shrug, placing the plate of chicken back in Laz’s hands.

“Did he say how much?”

Another shrug.

“Great. Thank you Janice.”

And back to work he went, doubling the spice and sending it back out, making sure it looked even better than the first time out of spite.

Flipping a pan of sauteing vegetables he heard the kitchen door open once more.

“Hey-”

“If you’re asking about the veggie surprise dish, it isn't done yet.”

“Uh.. no. it's the chicken again.”

The pan of sizzling vegetables came to a halt, as Laz cocked his head to the side.

“Oh?”

There was a quiet shuffle of feet as the plate of chicken was set down beside the oven.

“I don’t know what to tell you man.”

“This is fine. This is fine. It will be out in a moment. Yes.”

The smile given by the devil sent a shiver down the tiefling’s spine, and she nodded, walking away swiftly as the room grew warmer.

The chicken went out and the room stayed warm.

Another dish sizzled in a pan. The kitchen door opened once again.

“Uh…”

“Give it to me.” sizzling hands snatched the plate of chicken and began prepping it once more, adding more and more spice.

The creature from hell himself cringed as the steam rose to his eyes, burning them with the sheer intensity of the flavor’s heat.

He sent it out.

Moments passed. He stood there, not minding a pan of sizzling potatoes as they cried out for him to toss them.

His breath caught in his throat as the world went quiet. All he could hear was the beating of his heart, the screaming of the potatoes beside him, and- a pair of approaching footsteps.

He stood up straight, his back to the door, the potatoes slowly burning.

The door opened.

“Uh… Laz,” her voice quivered a little, as she gulped, legs tensing. “He just wants ‘a little more spi-”

“MOTHER FUCKER-” The potatoes screamed their last as they were engulfed in flames as a fist came down toward them.

Janice didn’t waste a second and bolted as the flaming devil charged toward the door and a singed boot kicked the kitchen wide open.

At the register, Tanya’s eyes were immediately drawn to the kitchen door, as were the eyes of everyone in the restaurant.

“Laz, don’t make me get the fire exti-”

“WHO THE FUCK-” he help up a finger. “HAS A PROBLEM WITH MY CHICKEN?”
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Margate encountered mercifully nothing odd or even "normal" she'd have to deal with on her little walk the massive reptilian shark woman finally finding her target the town's cafe a few of the more delinquent townsfolk worked their but also some of the really nice people too like zeph, anyway Margate huffed as she always forgot about the damn door, why where doors so short? It was almost like... wait no she was just way too tall. A small blush formed on her face as she tried to negotiate the small doorway, wrapping her wings around hera3lf and ducking almost having to awkwardly crouch in before standing up and dusting her uniform off she'd let out a sigh. "Hey everyone nice day isn't it err anyone gonna get around to fixing that doorway" she'd say awkwardly to no one in particular just kinda to everyone in general. Walking over to the counter she'd awkwardly couch down to be level with the counter. " Can I get the usual pleeeease" Margate asked sweetly a big sharp toothed smile, margates usual being a huge mocha coffee with marshmallows more like a extra massive then an extra large.
 
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Auguste

Auguste washed his face clean. He stared at himself in the mirror. Disgusting. At least the snot was gone now. He didn’t know what he was thinking, Charlie was sunshine. Charlie was light. Charlie was literally a fucking angel. Who was he to even consider that he might be able to touch Charlie.

He was… scary. The scarring on his face was never more apparent. The dark circles under his eyes. The icy eyes, two shades too light to be considered attractive. The casual wear which just highlighted the muscular nature of his frame. Terrifying.

There was something about the way he was carrying himself though that just seemed… slightly off. Maybe it was the slight lean to the right mixed with the slump of trying to fit in the doorway. The still slight redness in the edges of his eyes. The messy bun.

“.... Ah, do I have to sign for it?” His voice was still low, soft, but kind of scratchy. Yeah, he’d definitely been crying his eyes out and was trying to hide it from the messenger. He extended his hand for the package. Upon receiving it, he signed for the package and then went inside, slamming the door behind him.

However, slamming the door just had the effect of the door just slowly opening once more into the house in the middle of the woods, the dim house that smelt of incense and alcohol. It was a dark house. There was a nice line of bottles on the floor, who knew how long they’d been there - the oldest was a week - and a stack of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink.

Auguste had placed the package on the dining table and continued on towards the back room where the bed resided. Where the giant had decided to collapse into his bed like a perfectly mentally healthy person, thank you very much.
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People might tell you differently - because people were full of shit - that Lucas was constantly angry and ready to fight whatever poor soul crossed his paths. This, inherently was incorrect. Now, why, might you ask.

Because he wasn't a fucking puppet bound by the strings of his temper, he was a free man, thank you very much.

However, this good will was often challenged by the people around him who couldn’t fucking just be decent humans. And the blond found himself wrapped up in fights quite often because someone had to say SOMETHING, and goddammit if nobody was going to say something, then he sure as hell was.

Made of marble, cold, arrogant, and unflinching, the phoenix walked down the street, giving people a glare that silence the birds singing in the trees. He really just wanted to go get groceries, thank you very much, so he dared anyone to put him in a bad enough mood that would require him to act.

Quite frankly, it didn’t take much.

And that’s when some fucker kicked him in the back of the leg. Lucas staggered forwards, put off balance by the sudden attack. He whirled around trying to backhand whoever was there when he saw THAT FUCKER.

That fucker was a fucking walking migraine. He despised the asshole because for SOME REASON, the fucker had decided to SINGLE HIM OUT for fights for his own entertainment.

“What do you want fuckhead?” He spat out, already in a pretty pissy mood now, he already knew Julian wanted a fight, but he was burning with rage now. Lucas wanted to be a bit petty.

“You think I’m your fucking dancing monkey, huh?” Lucas snarled, his marble, expressionless features becoming very dangerous indeed, just through the cold frigidity of his tone. “A little play thing to fucking wind up and just release whenever you fucking feel like it you bitch?”

Lucas was officially FUMING, even if he was kind of winding himself up here. Who did this guy think he was, just going around kicking people? Lucas was getting angrier and angrier as he fumed, he continued to lay into Julian verbally, getting closer and closer to him, puffing up to his full six feet as he continued on his war path.
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  • Saying Fae had a love for shoes was an understatement. She has so so many pairs of them sitting in her closet that it took up majority of the room in there. And not the normal ones like plain black heels, boots, and flats. No they were bright and colorful and so insanely crafted it was hard to tell if they were able to be used for their purpose. Ever since coming onto the land and having legs Fae has been obsessed with heels. It probably wasnt healthy but who really cared.

    Being in Greenwood gave Fae the chance to find herself among everyone and that meant her crazy style. Surprisingly she was also super stylish. Now you may ask what is being worn today and that would be a black off the shoulder dress that went just above midthigh and paired with a pair of stilettoes. The shoes were mainly black but they had explosions of red, purple, and white.

    The sirens heels clicked on the pavement as she pulled out her phone. Artemis should be up by now. She quickly typed in the digits of her phone number and then her phone started ringing. After a couple buzzes no one picked up. She ended the call and decided to leave a message pretty much saying for Artemis to call her back. She tucked her phone away and her mood dropped slightly.

    To bad she wasnt awake. Or maybe she was busy. Was Fae being an annoyance? Was she bothering Artemis too much to the point she was ignoring her? She rubbed her throat and was so lost in the thread of worrying, she didnt realize she arrived at the cafe. Fae was opening the cafe today. It was only about 7 am but Fae always came a little earlier than the rest of the workers.

    She enjoyed having the area to herself. Fae loved working in the small cafe area in a small isolated town. Fae set her bag down behind the counter and lifted her apron off the wall and slid it over her dress. It was a light purple with her name stitched over her heart, the siren tied it around her neck and waist. Grabbing a rag she set to work at scrubbing the tables and checking the machines.

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    After awhile the little bell rang and the sirens golden eyes looked up to see Zeph enter. Zeph was a fellow co-worker who she enjoyed making crazy drinks with. Being from the sea she knew about many different things from there while Zeph knew of the ones on land and combining the two- BAM A NEW AMAZING DRINK CREATED! She lifted her hand and waved to him before going back to scrubbing a table.

    She was humming as she contiuned to work for the next couple hours when she heard yelling in the back. OH IT WAS TIME FOR THE DESTORYING OF BOXES!

    "Ren- Honey good job. So strong. AMAZING! SHOW THE BOX WHOS BOSS!" Fae cheered. He was mighty for being able to take down the box. She hated boxes. The tricky bastards. The siren turning to Zeph who asked her a question about drinks.

    WAIT.

    HUMANS??

    FAE FORGOT ABOUT THE HUMANS! AND THE BALL! HOW COULD SHE BE SO FORGETFUL? Fae quickly nodded and was pulling out an assortment of new foods.

    "Yes lets get on it! ALSO the ball is tonight! Im dragging you along with me so dont fight it-" Fae spoke rapidly as she pulled out a knife and started to chop a cucumber. "-I already have an idea for a drink as well. Cucumber, Orange Juice, Cinnamon, Vanilla- Stay with me- Banana, and ICE!" She was dancing around the counter space putting the ingredients into a blender. Once they were all in she threw her hands in the air and let out a victorious sound.

    She then turned back to the blender and pressed down on the power button and satanic ritual had begun. "We really need a new liquidiser Zeph. Mind popping in and telling Angelica that?" She curled her fingers around the lid of the blender as it kept up its demon charade of hissing and spitting and shaking everywhere. WAS IT POSSESSED? "I bet that one guy from down the street is angry again." She mumbled. She was talking about Laz. Believed the guy possessed the blender whenever he was angry.

    Normally around this time that one blond customer came into the place where Laz worked and always said something to piss the guy off. Fae found it hilarious half the time because who knew someone would get that worked up over something like that? The bell tolled again and she was ripped out of her thoughts. Glancing up from her spot behind the counter she saw a blond boy, her hand dropped off the blender and it went quiet.

    A HUMAN.

    ONE OF THE HUMANS CAME TO THE CAFE!

    The siren let out a squeal and turned to Zeph quickly shaking his arm. "Look look Zeph its an actual human!" She whispered not so quietly. She turned back to the male with a bright smile on her face and waved her hand. The male had then complimented the smell and her smile grew wider. Fae flicked her ears before grabbing the blender and a glass, quickly making work of pouring the drink into the glass and garnishing it with a lemon slice and a cherry.

    She slid it across the counter to him. "Go ahead and try it! And hello hum- person what is your name? Im Fae! Are you excited for the ball tonight? We havent had one in a bit. I bet everyones outfits are beautiful! I dont think ive seen you around before so you must be one of the new people. How are you enjoying the town? Quiet yea? Is it as beautiful as you thought it was? I normally dance through the streets cause I feel like im in one of those movies- ya'know?" Fae had propped her head on her hand as she spoke to Asher. SHE NEVER STOPPED TALKING.

    The bell tolled again and Fae stopped talking to the poor human to glance up at the newcomer. MARGATE! ONE OF FAES FAVORITE CUSTOMERS! She was one of the sweetest people Fae knew within the town and the only local police officer. Though her energy helped with that. "Margate love! Yes sorry ive been meaning to get on it but im forgetful! Silly me! Ill tell Angelica later!" Fae tapped her head and let out a giggle.

    She spun her way over to coffee machine and popped in a cup and set it to the mocha setting. "Coming right up!" She called out to the tall female. She grabbed hold of the cup and lifted it up to see if it was enough. It was. An massive extra large was pretty much what the cup way, a extra large was small compared to what Margate seemed to need. "To go or stay? Want any food as well? Its on the house today!" Fae grinned as she popped a handful of marshmallows into the warm drink.

    She slid it back across the counter and then walked back over. Her shoes echoing across the floor, propping her head on her her hands. It was a pretty slow day which she was glad about. They would be there soon. "How has work been treating you? Not to much trouble I hope! I heard about that one kid you knocked out. Very neat!" She raised her head up and clapped her hands together.








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The day was already off to a bad start from the moment Aurora opened her eyes. First, it was waking up at the ungodly hour of six from a nightmare. Everything else was just downhill from there. Aurora stared at her fridge in dismay. Did she really feel like eating right now? The nightmare from earlier was still prominent in her mind and honestly, if she had been hungry she wasn't anymore. Still, Aurora remained in front of the fridge, hand on the door.

Was there something else she was supposed to remember…?

Aurora frowned as she mentally went through the most recent events. It wasn’t until her eyes fell on the grey gown that the memory came rushing back. The masquerade. She hadn’t promised she’d go per se, but having an excuse to dress up was a weakness. Just the dressing up though, the socializing part stressed her out to no end. How did one handle talking to people? Every attempt for her ended in disaster and her attitude towards some people never helped either. Of course, she felt like half the townsfolk were ready to fight at a moment's notice. It was almost impossible to walk out the door without bumping into an angry person.

The young woman directed her attention back to her fridge. Right, she released her grip on the handle. Though she had lost her appetite, there was no harm in grabbing something to drink. Aurora weighed the options out before her, It wouldn’t hurt to step out and get some fresh air, and anything was better than sitting alone with just her thoughts to keep her occupied. Okay yup, she didn't want to sit in her home any longer.

And so the faerie went about her morning routine, making sure not a hair was out of place before stepping out into the world. Her thoughts went back to the masquerade as she walked down the sidewalk. Why did humans have to be in this town? She could barely communicate with the residents as it was. And worse, they would also be attending the party so everyone was probably expected to be on their best behavior. Which meant the residents' true forms had to stay hidden.

The bell of the cafe chimed as Aurora wandered in, taking a seat at the first empty table she laid her eyes on. She tugged gently at her necklace, trying her best to ease her worries. You know, humans being in town and all...what could go wrong.

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Tapping fingers on the steering wheel came to a stop as did the car itself. Throwing the car into a parking spot and then into park itself, Bean Ximenez slipped out of the drivers seat, stood on the black pavement with her red sandals and straightened out her floral dress. She adjusted the elastic sleeves and slung her little pineapple backpack over her shoulder. The library was one of her favorite places for two reasons. One: books. And two: her dear friend Damien. She locked her blue sedan and made her way into the library, pushing on the double doors and taking in the smell that was distinctly books. She perused the endless rows upon rows of books, fingers reaching out to touch the spines of them, leaving every book with a tiny trace that she'd been there. She had already picked up two books on natural healing medicines when she spotted a head of dark hair. There he was.

"Damien!" she called to her friend, waving his way and powerwalking with short legs to catch up to him. "Damien! I'm glad I found you! How's everything going?"

Bean dragged her friend to sit down at the table at one of the ends of the rows, setting her pineapple bag down and placing the books on the tabletop, eager to converse with the man. She dutifully listened to his response before asking her second question.

"Did you hear some humans moved into town? Isn't that exciting? You got invited to the masquerade ball tonight, right? Are you going? What's your costume look like? Mine is green and pink. I asked Ren to go with me, though I think he's going more to steal things than actually going. I'm kinda nervous though. I didn't really expect him to say yes. What if I mess up and act weird? Or what if I start like...I dunno, start stimming and he thinks I'm weird. I'm debating not bringing my lil cube thing cause I don't wanna get distracted, but at the same time, I don't wanna get super stressed and like, retreat just cause I didn't bring it. Oh! Did I show you? I did my nails!" Bean brought her hands back above the table from where they were twisting in her lap to show off a pale pink paint covering each nail. On both middle fingers was a mandala like design in white polish that accented the nail. Bean leaned in conspiritorily to Damien and said, "It's so I can discretely flip people off and they don't even know!"

Bean threw her head back in a laugh that shook her whole body, dramatically wiping away a fake tear after a second. Fingers began tapping again, resuming a tune only their owner knew before quickly dying off and the hands were gesticulating again.

"Are you going with anyone to the ball?"





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Damien was having a lovely time not being bothered by idiots who needed help finding books, thank you. No human contact here! Just him and his reading book, little half-moon spectacles perched upon his nose as he read. Was it something an old man would wear? Yes. But he needed his glasses, thank you. They made him seem less approachable, even if he’d taken out the lenses.

And that’s when A VILLAIN appeared, in the form of his friend Bean, to drag him out from behind his very comfy and intimidating desk and towards a table as she started talking very quickly.

“Oh, uh, hey Bean.” He said in a soft, almost raspy voice. He let her lead him, thin bones. Much stick. Almost unhealthy. “I’m doing pretty good… just working.” He kind of trailed off, not really one for talking.

And then Bean started her long jabber about… everything at once and Damien had to sit back and nod politely, trying to not be too rude but it was very hard for him to keep up with the topic changing every sentence.

She suddenly thrust nails in his face, oh that was a pretty design- she was laughing now. Damien echoed the laughter, though a little bit more stilted and softer. She did realize this was a library and people were trying to read or study here, right? He was supposed to be shushing her as his job.

Oh! She asked him a questio- are you going with anyone to the ball? Really? Was that the question? He wasn’t at all social, didn’t really have a crush on anyone. So no, he wasn’t really going with anyone, thank you. He just wasn’t built for that kind of social scrutiny.

No, instead he was going with his other employers, Vlad, the vampire dad. And his vampire children, like the scary one, Cordelia, who he would read to on the weekends. But would that be a sufficient answer… Well, it was worth trying anyways.

“I’m, um, going with that vampire family. Y’know, the one with the mean guy and the scary girl and the… weird dad.” He said, with a small smile tugging at his lips.

“What about you, are you going with anybody?” He asked, politely, mentally preparing himself for another tirade of rhetorical questions and fast topic changes.
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