Toby finished unpacking (more or less, there were still some things to be found proper places), and glanced around the room. With time, he would no doubt find new things to put in his room, but for now, it was the bones of his belongings, just the basics. He shook his head, raking a hand through...
Lupa smiled, "You're welcome." she said, "Oh! I don't think I ever introduced myself. I've been the basement monster for quite some time, but I...have a tendency to be a hermit. I'm Lupa, a pleasure to meet you." she introduced, though she did not make any movement to offer a hand to shake. She...
Lupa blinked owlishly, taking a half step back. "That is...good..." she said. She held the book out toward Ritsuka, "Is this yours?" she inquired, "It's a good one, a favorite of mine." she added, hoping to ease the awkwardness pressing down on the whole room so thick it was like a fog. For a...
"That is a terrible waste of yummy cookies," Lupa said quietly, recognizing one of the other girls that lived in the house, though she did not know her name. She realized the error in her ways and ducked her head "My apologies, I didn't mean to bother you! I just was coming to see who left the...
(I hope you don't mind me joining the party late? I've got a guy and a girl to keep things even?)
Name:
Lupa Blackthrone
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Appearance: (No anime? Aww, you're so cruel. I'm kidding! Please don't hit me. If I wanted anime, I'd go find one.)
Sexuality...
((Gonna hope and pray that post is directed toward Toby.))
The near silver-haired boy nodded with another quick smile before going into the room, dropping his bag on the bed and glancing around the room. It was pretty nondescript he noticed. This wasn't all bad, he wasn't the type to need a...
((I'm back! So sorry!))
Toby nodded, glancing at the child who had just fallen down the stairs (though he noticed somewhat belatedly that she was short, not a child). He smiled at the girl, "Thanks." he said, ducking away and heading upstairs to find a room.
Will watched the nonsense for a few moments before finally locating a pen. It was half empty and looked like someone's dog had turned it into a chew toy, but it still worked, which was enough for him. He decided to take his leave and ducked out of the kitchen, past the living room, and back to...
((I hope you don't mind my butting in))
Will walked into the kitchen, just as the topic of money came up. "Well, for starters, you're all old enough to get jobs. Everyone could pitch in and split up the bills evenly. More or less." he said, walking over to one of the drawers and checking them...
Toby blinked, blushing darkly. "Uh...thanks. I think?" he replied. "I should...uh...go now. Sorry to bother you. I'll assume the rooms are upstairs?" he asked.
Toby seemed to relax only slightly, "That's not all bad." he replied. "I over think things and then freak out." he chuckled. "I'm afraid I'm not very up to date with the things that have gone on around, do you know?" he inquired.
William glanced down at the key in his hand, still not entirely sure why he was here with the others. He wasn't like them, he knew, they were different in various ways, they could change what people saw, change their minds, they bent the laws of reality. He, on the other hand, was perfectly...
Toby smiled, "Oh! So I didn't get as lost as I thought." he murmured, staring up the stairs again with a somewhat mystified expression. He looked back at her, green eyes friendly, "Really? I wouldn't have thought, you seem very relaxed." he replied, meaning it in the best way possible. "I...
Toby jumped, turning to face her, looking a bit startled. "Um..." he stammered, startled into silence for a few moments. Finally, his thoughts started moving again, and he blushed. "I-I'm Tobias King. A pleasure to meet you, this . . . is the house, right? I hope I'm not in the wrong place." he...
((Yeeeeah, that's s'okay, though. I figured that everyone would have a bit of pent up animosity towards straight out humans, so it might be fun to be the only human. ^^ Thank you!))
Name:
William Dubois
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Eyepower:
None, perfectly human
Likes:
Being left alone
Silence
Some music
Being productive
Collecting odd items
Dislikes:
Squirrels
Ducks
Dirty rooms (he's a neat freak)
Being forced to be alone
Personality:
Will...
Lupa swore quietly, rolling over on her bed and staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression. Dryly, she noted that the constant ticking of the clock sitting across her room on the desk was doing nothing to help the feeling of time marching on inexorably. She yawned, one ear twitching, and...