Fantasy A Vampires Summons ((LOOKING FOR PLAYERS))

[Gravitational Force]

Gabriel begins speaking again.
"A knife? Ha, you should know that only wood through my heart or sunlight can end my existence! And hidden in a Bible? Oh my we have a believer with us tonight, brothers and sisters. One of my favorite verses is Numbers 11:18. '"Tell the people: 'Consecrate yourselves in preparation for tomorrow, when you will eat meat. The LORD heard you when you wailed, "If only we had meat to eat! We were better off in Egypt!" Now the LORD will give you meat, and you will eat it.' I'm in possession of a fact you won't learn in any house of worship: God is a Ghoul. Cain's first transgression was refusing to give the best meat he had to sate God's hunger. And God's hunger only grew stronger. Genocide, plague, the Earth itself turning against humanity, his appetite for human flesh grew and grew. Then he decided to take it to the next level and add a new flavor. John 6:56 'Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in them.' Autocannibalism to the infinitieth degree. And then he got a taste for what's inside the meat. Like the gourmet he is God now only eats the purest of souls. The spoiled souls go to the Devil, but I'm sure it will be the teeth of your creator sinking into your flesh when you meet your final reward. As for me, I'm satisfied with the shell."
He waits for a reaction so he can unveil his next surprise.

 

[FTR]

"This man is totally insane." Morana thought to herself. "Ghouls,cannibalism, genocide? Cain was a farmer...that story was about fratricide and exile."
She positioned herself on top of a shelf and intently scouted for anything useful. Very little, the only source of daylight and escape had long been boarded shut from the inside and sat hilariously out of reach. Even if her tormentor was in fact a creature of the night and the legends were true, she could still gain the upper hand. At least, long enough to buy herself some more breathing room. As far as the speech went, it seems the creature hadn't been proper educated on it's own physiology and hardly said anything more foreign to her than what those lost souls would scream during their reformation at the convent.
This wasn't to say she was shaken. This whole ordeal was leaps and bounds more than anything she was used to and try as she might to put on a brave face; she was scared. Her only option now was to hope this was a man hopelessly lost to possession or delusion, or resist the creature either long enough to escape or long enough to be rescued. Her legs were shaking from adrenaline, she was focused but she needed to stay calm. As she worked to clear her mind, she decided her best bet was to keep him talking. While it obviously wasn't the most accurate of ways to track him, it was her only resort.
Morana started walking across the top of the shelves making her way over to the shelf above around where she remembered coming in.
"T-that bible was a donation. What's happened to rule number two?" she asked, both as part of her plan and in hopes it'd somehow work.

Gravitational Force

 

[Gravitational Force]

"YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT DOES AND DOES NOT BREAK THE RULES! I AM THE HEAD LIBRARIAN!"
Gabriel shouts. Then he snaps his fingers.
"Alright, cut. Great job everyone, we got it all in one take."
He flicks the lights higher and the room is illuminated. It's a cheerfully painted library. Gabriel strides forward and extends his hand. "Amazing what you can do with makeup and special effects, isn't it? I'm really glad you signed up, our last guest couldn't make it to this point." Due to being drained by another Resident, Gabriel thinks to himself. "Shall we head to the dining room? We're expected there for the next part. Don't worry about the unfinished scene, the next bit is written rather than acted."
Whistling, he opens the door and begins moving towards the dining room before ducking into a secret passage the moment he's out of sight.
He giggles to himself. The point wasn't telling a story, it was freaking out the victim and then throwing them into confusion over what happened. It made the ending that much more fun to watch.

 

[FTR]

Morana flinched against the loudness of the yell against her sensitive ears before again being thrown for a curve ball. She stays atop the shelf as the thing, now more easily discernible to her, draws closer. She was completely and totally lost. The nun searched the room for the "everyone" the thing was speaking of, not a soul in sight. Though, it's still up for debate whether or not that's good way to put it. As it spoke of heading to the dining hall the only thing she could focus on was the terrible smell the ragged mass was emanating. "Special effects?" she asked as her face started twisting into a nervous smile, playing with the possibility this all really was some sort of strange film set. That smell was no special effect, she'd heard no such thing up until this point, and it was so out of the blue that that in and of itself raised red flags. "Wait! Where are you- Wait for me!" She called out but before she could think to step down off the shelf, she had a thought that froze her where she stood. The point of interest was still the dining room....Both in and out of "character", this person, thing, was trying to get her into the dining room. None of this was making any real sense and her, now friendly, captor was still adamant to retreat out of sight and into the shadows at the earliest chance.
This whole things smelled about as rotten as he did.
Morana pondered her options for a moment. Her "acting" partner didn't resurface. The lack and abundance of light wasn't perceivable to her, that's not how her vision worked. The room was still as hostile and unwelcoming as when she first arrived.
She felt settled on not entering the dining hall under any circumstances but after a few minutes of waiting alone she gave in to curiosity and climbed down from off the shelf. Just in case, the sister assessed the door she'd entered from. It didn't budge.
Cautiously, she bowed her head and tried to focus on the passage and the room beyond. Strain as she did, she couldn't seem to get a good enough feel for what lay past. Without considerable effort, she would only see about as well as someone would in a dense fog with high contrast.

Morana reluctantly walked closer to the passageway, stopping just before it and then taking a step back remembering the library door and becoming much more vigilant as to her flanks.

Gravitational Force

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn Beckett

Quinn zoomed past the library when he heard Gabriel yell. He should know not to harm the humans. He skated into the room. This woman was a religious one. This wasn't fair. She didn't deserve it!

"Hey!" He yelled before moving closer and throwing his bottle of blood at Gabriel. "Walk away, Gabe. The Count wouldn't approve of your actions." It could be considered strange that he was somehow stronger than others in the mansion when it came to blood lust. He didn't really suffer. He just had to drink at least a litre every two or three hours and he was fine unless under stress and then he lost it and needed help.

 

[Gravitational Force]

Gabriel shrugs. "It was just a bit of harmless fun, Quinn. I know exactly how far I can push things. I don't get to show my face at gatherings when humans are around and she thinks I'm an actor. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to grab a snack."
Gabriel ducks down another secret passageway, locking it behind him as he goes back to his basement lair. By operating a pulley system he moves up the platform at the bottom of his rat pit. He orders any rats on it to stay where they are, then moves the uneaten bone fragments and other debris into the garbage system. He then orders the oldest and weakest rats froward and begins devouring them. Not as good as human, but enough to tide him over.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn Beckett

Quinn picked up his things and walked over to the woman, avoiding the windows whilst doing so.

He sighed, "Sorry, lady." he said, drinking some of the red liquid from his bottle, "Gabe can take it too far sometimes. Most people living in this place are assholes anyway. I wouldn't think too highly of any of them, even me."

He took a book from his usual section of favorites. He'd read it many times whilst staying at the mansion but he still enjoyed it. It was the tale of a romance between an unreliable narrator and a man who was very mysterious and shrouded in death. He loved the story and checked it out every week or two only to bring it back mear days later with it finished and another Quinn mark on it. He checked it out before returning to the woman. He then remembered his eyes.

"Oh and before you ask the eyes are fake," he explained, "The skin is a genetic disease. I'm an arrogant kid and I hate people which is why I stay here so you can say that if people ask about who you met at the mansion."

He held up a peace sign before once again bouncing. He hated staying in one place for too long and so skated away.

 

[FTR]

Morana stood, alone, just outside the passageway. She could just barely make out a conversation taking place somewhere beyond it. It was muffled, as if behind a barrier of some kind.
Then, seemingly all at once, a boy walked out from the shadows, addressed and apologized to her grabbed a book and left.
His initial appearance scared the daylights out of her and had her hold the silver blade out in front of her. She turned as he moved past her, wondering what on earth was going on?
The new face's nonchalant demeanor as he walked back and forth past her did a good job of confusing her even more.
She assumed that horrid freak of nature was who he was talking about when mentioning a "Gabe". Talk about unfitting.
Comments made by the stranger about what she assumed to be his appearance fell on blind ears. The hues of which she wasn't able to pick up on. The fact these people assumed she had sight of some form, was odd to her. Most others assumed just the opposite.
She quickly weighed her options, again. Staying in this library didn't sit well with her and she wasn't keen on waiting for this "Gabe" to return. This boy didn't stink of rancid death or bad intentions.
Out of impulse, Morana called out to him.
"W-wait! Please, sir. I've- I need help getting back. The resident, Gabe as you call him, led me here but locked the way back. I have few means of navigating these grounds." She said lowering the blade and taking a step.
"If you could be so kind as to lead me back, I'd be very grateful."
Morana extended a hand out, to less strenuously be led. Seeing as she did took a toll on her and after having to rely on her borrowed sense so heavily just now, she had a terrible headache.
She'd love for an opportunity to rest it and return to blindness.

MoxxyMoxx

 

[Tetro]

Father Solomon stood in front of the entrance door outside, the car that had dropped him off speeding off just as quickly as it arrived. "I sense a troubled soul, and wicked beings." He hissed in a whispered tone. Solomon knocked on the door with a stern fist three times. He stepped back and waited patiently for someone to open the door and invite him in. He adjusted his robes to look as presentable as possible. First impressions were always very important. One could only hope the ones staying here with him felt the same way. A familiar scent filled his nose, a comforting one. He wasn't the only child of God here. He could almost taste it. It might have been the blood though, he hadn't eaten in many days.
Vampiricdoll

 

[Alyssya Tikkhu]

Looking from afar, the castle doesn't seems as bad as Douglas thought it would be. Although he is a tad bit worried that something might jump out and attacks him or other people who enters it. Such weird string of thoughts that he is having, but he had a fair share of experience on unknown things or anything that might seem dangerous. With a small bag that he slung on his back, he walks towards the castle with a smile on his face. "Well at least this might be a fun break from all those work!" Although deep inside he doubt that it will be all fun and rainbows. That almost never happened as far as his memories serves. His vacation always ended up being weird and bloody.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn Beckett

Quinn sighed. This woman didn't deserve to be left alone and the Count wouldn't like a human roaming the grounds alone. Then again, Quinn didn't care for her. He didn't care for anyone. There should be a reason for him to care but there simply wasn't. He decided. He didn't want to upset the higher ups.

"Come on," he said, "Follow me. The mansion can be confusing at first but I can assure you no harm will come to a woman of the Lord." More lies but they were necessary to keep him safe.

 

[FTR]

Morana quickly sheathed the knife and stowed it back in her bag.
"Thank you." She said walking forward. Her hand was still outstretched, looking for his as she moved in his direction.
"Yes, I've already been well acquainted with that fact." She responded, alluding more to the weirdness of her first encounter than the actual layout of the castle.
'Young sir, if you'd be so kind as to guide my hand. I'm blind, you see." Morana asked, in hopes the boy would acquiesce.

MoxxyMoxx

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn Beckett

Quinn's cold dead heart felt for the woman. Why did she have to be blind? Why did he have to be so soft? He had to move past it. She needed him and that was what mattered right now; nothing could change that fact.

He picked up his skateboard and held it under his arm. Moving toward her, he took her arm and walked with her.

"I'm sorry," he stated. "How could I be so Quinn-like? I shall take you to the nearest group of people. They should be able to help you find your way."

 

[Tetro]

Solomon was growing impatient, pounding on the door three more times hard enough for someone to hear. He made sure not to damage the door though. Usually when there was an occasion where people were invited to stay a while there would be someone near to answer the door. He began humming softly to himself as he continued waiting.
(Anyone inside now)

 

[FTR]

Morana was a bit surprised by the coldness of his touch. Even through the fabric of her clothes.
"Could perhaps go back to the main entrance? I left the majority of my luggage there and would prefer to reclaim it before doing anything else." She said, following his lead down the corridors.
"This castle sure is grand, and steeped in history. May I ask how it is you managed to find yourself a resident here? Seems like an awful lot of upkeep to maintain living conditions. Is there a help service?"
Normally, she wouldn't feel a need to fill the air with words. However, given she was still a tad nervous and that this was the first obviously friendly person she'd come across, she found the interaction soothing.

MoxxyMoxx

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Winter watched as the other vampires fled from the basement. "I hope neither of them get into trouble..." She mumbled to herself. She evaded the cellar and made her way back to the main hall. The door was being knocked upon so she went over and opened the large wooden door. "I'm sorry sir, I was elsewhere. I suppose none of the other attendants could make it..." She let him inside. "Welcome to Dracula's castle." She welcomed him. "Do you have any bags I'd be bale to get for you?" She asked.
Tetro

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn Beckett

Quinn smiled and continued to walk with her. "Yes," he agreed, "It's a nice place but it does get boring after a while. I was used to moving around before coming here. My parents wished for me to move in with the Count after their passing. It's fine though. They're in heaven now."

They came upon a corner so it was a chance for him to change topics. "There's a turn here," he stated. "But enough about me. I'm young and haven't seen much. You must have more tales than I. You have a slight accent. Eastern European. Where are you from exactly?"

 

[FTR]

"I'm sure your parents would be very proud of what a kind young man you've become." Morana said, as they moved along. "I've yet to meet the Count of this castle. I'm sure he's quite the gentleman. I'm grateful to have been invited into his home."
She followed him around the corner and was tickled by the boy's humility. It was something many were lacking this day and age.
"I must admit, I really have not had much in the ways of worldly experience. Most of my life has been within the confines of a convent or monastery. After my postulancy, my time was largely occupied with my duties."
Morana found the comment about her accent rather funny. They were still technically in Eastern Europe. She assumed him to be from another region hence his curiousity.
"I'm from a little known chapter in Poland. I hope I'm not too difficult to understand. I was instructed in many languages and mastering them all has done some to muddle my annunciation."
MoxxyMoxx

 

[Tetro]

He walked in, looking at Winter with his calm but piercing eyes, "Yes, thank you. Be very careful, my meals are in here." He spoke with seriousness as he handed her the packing bag. Solomon noticed some lugagge simply lying some feet away. The luggage smelled like a monastery. So he wasn't just hungry, he did smell something familiar. Actually he was hungry, but besides that. "Thank you again. Excuse me a moment." He politely thanked Winter before excusing himself. Father Solomon moved quickly, following the familiar smell. After a mere moment he is standing in front of Quinn and Sister Morana. "What a pleasant surprise." He blinked, smiling softly as he looked at Sister Morana. "Good evening sister, I am Father Solomon. You may call me Father." He introduced himself to Sister Morana.
Vampiricdoll FTR MoxxyMoxx

 

[Gravitational Force]

Following Quinn and Morana in a passage in the wall, Gabriel's tongue slides along his teeth. Quinn better not be trying to take this human for himself. Emotions were caused by chemicals, and Gabriel loved the taste of confusion and fear. Adrenaline and all the other lovely hormones made flesh so much better. Then he hears the door and smells Winter and another human enter. A priest? Damn, what was The Count planning? He was going straight to the source.
Gabriel turns around and moves down the secret passage towards the Count's room.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Quinn Beckett

He hummed, "I've lived in too many places that it all seems to blend together in my head. America, Canada, Britain, Asia, Australia... Too many places. But Eastern European accents are beautiful."

Sucking up wasn't something he did normally but trust was something he valued. Maybe it would hurt less if he knew the people more.

When a new man entered, Quinn didn't seem to trust him. He had a strange disposition about him and the eyes were... They disturbed him. The Father wasn't someone to trust. He smelled of suspicion. He wasn't to speak. He didn't see the need to anymore. His work was done. She was with a human and she was safe.

Speaking of safety, Quinn turned to Gabe whom had been following him. He stared at him, as if to say for him to behave. Sure normally that's what others would be saying to Quinn but the Count being mad at him was another thing that he definitely did not want to cause.

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Winter followed behind, carrying as many bags as she could. When The two were met with another group, she sighed and put the bags down. What on earth was everyone doing around a nun. She realized the appeal, but it wasn't allowed at the time. "Excuse me, Miss." She directed towards the religious woman. "I'm sorry to interrupt anything, but I don't believe I've had to chance to show you where you'll be staying. If you may follow me, I've to show you to your room." She hinted. She sent a quick glare at Quinn and Gabriel. They knew they weren't supposed to be heavily interacting and she was reminding them with her gaze. "I'm guessing those are you bags in the main hall?" She asked the sister.

FTR MoxxyMoxx Tetro Gravitational Force

 

[FTR]

"I'm flattered, truly. It seems as though you've lived more life than could hope to imagine. I have not often embarked on mission trips, mostly due to my frailty. It was for this reason that I was so enthused to come here!" Sister Morana flexed her scent against the air. "It's really quite the honor to be here." The nun's next comment was cut off by the arrival of a man. He addressed her directly introducing himself as a member of a quorum. "Oh! A pleasant surprise indeed, father." Morana said bowing in his direction. "I wasn't aware I'd be joined by other's of the cloth. The day seems to have taken a turn for the better."
Morana blushed ever so slightly.
"I'm ashamed to have acted so savagely and housed skeptical thoughts earlier, even given the situation. I hadn't meant to come off as hostile."
Her flustered state was cut short as she felt a bit of tension coming from Quinn, who still had her hand. She was about to speak when another new voice broke the momentary silence. The abundance of new people peaked Morana's curiousity and she took a quick peak at their visages. The stone on her veil grew more vibrant as she did, before dulling again once she'd taken her glance.
"Yes of course, miss." She answered the stewardess, politely nodding her agreement. "And I did leave my bags in the main hall, my apologies. I had been...um...I seemed to have had lost my way."
Morana wasn't one to throw people under the bus. Especially in a place she had no authority in. It was best to leave those affairs to the residents' discretion.
"Quinn? You have my thanks but, I think I'll be fine from here. I wouldn't want to become an unnecessary burden to you. Not to sound ungrateful, you just came across as preoccupied when I first asked for your help."

MoxxyMoxx Tetro Vampiricdoll

 

[Tetro]

Father Solomon noticed the tension and the looks in the eyes of Quinn and Winter, as well as the hesitance of Morana. Something was definitely going on involving the sister. He raised an eyebrow, "Lost your way? May I inquire how that happened?" He asked her with a warm tone. Solomon was hiding it very well, but the anger was building inside of him. If they had done something to Sister Morana he would make sure to set it right by any means necessary. "I mean, it isn't like this attendant just left you to wander." He chuckled softly, his tone still warm and calm. He looked at Winter as he spoke the last part, shooting her a look that let her know she would be in a lot of trouble depending on Sister Morana's answer.
Vampiricdoll FTR MoxxyMoxx

 

[FTR]

"It really wasn't anything problematic, Father." Morana tried to assure in hopes to avoid any conflict. "More of a product of misunderstanding and bad circumstance. No one here is to blame, I assure you. It was my fault for putting myself in such a scenario, given my condition." She said, trying to downplay the situation while getting away with not lying on another technicality. The sister's main objective here was to be as placating as possible. Last thing she wanted was anymore aggressive behavior like from that horrible "Gabe".
Tetro