ashlyn heckman
Two Thousand Club
Bella moved to the side Incase they had the window open “hi my name is Bella I’m one of the people that live here I heard you guys had some trouble” she said trying to be nice
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Tetro
Uncle Dad
"Yes, one of your residents attacked Sister Morana here." He gestured to Morana. "I wished to speak to Dracula so I could personally express my displeasure at the allowance of such a thing to be allowed to happen." He spoke simply to Bella. "I don't think much has changed in the past few hundred years, but hospitality was a quality I heard he held. Am I incorrect?" His red eyes began glowing as his eyebrow was raised, waiting for her response.
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One Thousand Club
Morana was surprisingly comforted by him saying that. She generally had a very good intuition when it came to the underlying meaning of other's actions and words. In this scenario could be more fair to say that she was both dubious and comforted by how sincere he seemed to her.
She felt a bit reassured by his modest embrace of her hand.
"Thank you, Father Solomon. I am grateful and humbled by your kindness and patience with me."
The feelings of being onerous returned with Solomon's promise of safety. However, in this case she found them actually unfounded and dismissed them. In a castle full of inhuman monsters, she needed all the help she could get.
Sister Morana's heart skipped a beat at the knock on the door, still being a bit on edge.
She sat facing away from the door and so used her veil focusing hard on the it and peered through the crack Solomon had made.
It was another new face, a woman, dressed rather crassly and carrying weapons.
Morana felt apprehensive about that specific fact and stood to get the Father's attention. She knocked on the table and signed/mouthed "She's armed." At Solomon, while saying "Who is it, Father?" To seem less obvious.
Paranoid? Perhaps. But at this moment she found it better to be safe than sorry.
Tetro
ashlyn heckman
She felt a bit reassured by his modest embrace of her hand.
"Thank you, Father Solomon. I am grateful and humbled by your kindness and patience with me."
The feelings of being onerous returned with Solomon's promise of safety. However, in this case she found them actually unfounded and dismissed them. In a castle full of inhuman monsters, she needed all the help she could get.
Sister Morana's heart skipped a beat at the knock on the door, still being a bit on edge.
She sat facing away from the door and so used her veil focusing hard on the it and peered through the crack Solomon had made.
It was another new face, a woman, dressed rather crassly and carrying weapons.
Morana felt apprehensive about that specific fact and stood to get the Father's attention. She knocked on the table and signed/mouthed "She's armed." At Solomon, while saying "Who is it, Father?" To seem less obvious.
Paranoid? Perhaps. But at this moment she found it better to be safe than sorry.
Tetro
ashlyn heckman
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Tetro
Uncle Dad
Solomon noticed the movement in the corner of his eye, making sure the door was only open enough for Bella to see him and not Morana and her signals. With the hand hidden behind the door he signed back, "One of the people who live here. Do not worry. Rest easy. I am not defenseless." He reassured her. 'Thank God I learned sign language...' He thought to himself. Solomon spent a year learning to speak sign from a small German child who stole one of his silver blades, and wouldn't tell him where it was until Solomon agreed to be his friend.
ashlyn heckman
Two Thousand Club
Tetro
Uncle Dad
(He didn't look away from her by the way)
"One of his children? It's an honor to meet you." He was a little surprised that a child of Dracula would be living in the same place as him. But hey, you learn something new every day. "Well, I simply wish to speak to the one who attacked Morana. Such actions need to be corrected, but I was hoping Dracula himself, or you, would be doing the correcting as this is your abode. If not, simply show me the way to the creature and I'll sort things out myself. I like to think I'm good enough with words." He smiled politely.
"One of his children? It's an honor to meet you." He was a little surprised that a child of Dracula would be living in the same place as him. But hey, you learn something new every day. "Well, I simply wish to speak to the one who attacked Morana. Such actions need to be corrected, but I was hoping Dracula himself, or you, would be doing the correcting as this is your abode. If not, simply show me the way to the creature and I'll sort things out myself. I like to think I'm good enough with words." He smiled politely.
FTR
One Thousand Club
Morana sighed to herself, there seemed to be no stopping the Father in his path for justice.
She'd thought to just eavesdrop on their interaction, waiting it out, but grew restless and began to move her luggage onto the table to await being sorted.
"Dracula's progeny?" Morana thought. She was surprised to find out the undead could still bare children. It almost seemed contradictory.
As far as she could tell, she was the only human among these vampires. There must be other non-vampiric guests, or at least have been. Otherwise, her presence here is either by mistake or with sinister purpose. Both of which looked grimly upon prospect of her lasting the month with the given company.
Tetro
ashlyn heckman
(I wasn't planning on responding yet, given the lack of things for me to react to. But, I couldn't tell if you guys were waiting for me or not. So, here.)
She'd thought to just eavesdrop on their interaction, waiting it out, but grew restless and began to move her luggage onto the table to await being sorted.
"Dracula's progeny?" Morana thought. She was surprised to find out the undead could still bare children. It almost seemed contradictory.
As far as she could tell, she was the only human among these vampires. There must be other non-vampiric guests, or at least have been. Otherwise, her presence here is either by mistake or with sinister purpose. Both of which looked grimly upon prospect of her lasting the month with the given company.
Tetro
ashlyn heckman
(I wasn't planning on responding yet, given the lack of things for me to react to. But, I couldn't tell if you guys were waiting for me or not. So, here.)
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ashlyn heckman
Two Thousand Club
How about we both talk to him that way no one will get hurt.” She proclaimed she was suspicious about him and needed to make sure Gabriel didn’t do anything stupid.
Tetro
Uncle Dad
"I prefer to use words to resolve issue. I promise not to harm the one who did this, like some kind of animal." He told Bella. "But if that is how you feel, then bring him here and I will wait. I refuse to leave Sister Morana alone after what happened. Now if you'll excuse me I must tend to her so she can rest." Solomon closed the door abruptly but not rudely. He walked over to Morana, "See? Everything will be taken care of. You mustn't worry so much about making things right. Let me worry about such things, you rest!" He laughed light heartedly, taking her by her shoulders and setting her on the bed gently. Solomon began unpacking, deciding to make small talk with her while he did so, "Tell me about yourself sister. Which monastery in Poland do you come from?"
FTR
One Thousand Club
"Father, you can't honestly be planning to bring that abomination into my room!" Morana blurted out as soon as she felt they were away from prying eyes and ears.
She protested not in physically but verbally as Father Solomon sat her down.
"I can't rest knowing you just invited hellions to my quarters."
She argued standing back up off the bed and moving toward him.
As soon as she noticed he was starting to unpack her bags and could possibly started on the one filled with her clothing or things pertaining to her condition, Sister Morana turned as bright a red as she could manage. She lunged towards her luggage and covered it as well as she could, pulling it away.
"Father!" She exclaimed.
"You can't go through a woman's luggage without permission! There could be....sensitive articles inside. You wouldn't want to jeopardize my modesty, would you?"
Morana closed that bag, having felt it and confirmed her fears. And instead opened one filled with objects, pulling some out. A candle was first.
"I am from a little known Order, most closely related to the Benedictine Order. The Stanislaus Order. Named after a Saint and the Hussar that founded the greater Monastery. Our convent is set in a valley within the Carpathian Mountain range." She said having calmed down and reclaimed control over her things.
Tetro
(Totally free to respond as of right now)
She protested not in physically but verbally as Father Solomon sat her down.
"I can't rest knowing you just invited hellions to my quarters."
She argued standing back up off the bed and moving toward him.
As soon as she noticed he was starting to unpack her bags and could possibly started on the one filled with her clothing or things pertaining to her condition, Sister Morana turned as bright a red as she could manage. She lunged towards her luggage and covered it as well as she could, pulling it away.
"Father!" She exclaimed.
"You can't go through a woman's luggage without permission! There could be....sensitive articles inside. You wouldn't want to jeopardize my modesty, would you?"
Morana closed that bag, having felt it and confirmed her fears. And instead opened one filled with objects, pulling some out. A candle was first.
"I am from a little known Order, most closely related to the Benedictine Order. The Stanislaus Order. Named after a Saint and the Hussar that founded the greater Monastery. Our convent is set in a valley within the Carpathian Mountain range." She said having calmed down and reclaimed control over her things.
Tetro
(Totally free to respond as of right now)
Tetro
Uncle Dad
Solomon simply let her have her episode of hysteria with crossed arms. When she finally finished speaking he just remained silent. "I hadn't invited anyone to the room, first of all. And I was simply moving your bags around, while unpacking mine first of the few items I needed while we wait. I have also taken into consideration that you are in fact female and potentially have sensitive items in your bags. " He took his bag and put his stuff back inside of it in an orderly manner. "It was a pleasure sister Morana. I will stand in the hall to address them and deal with the matter, then I shall leave you to be tended to by the ones belonging to this abode. I have no place here as a protector or shepherd if you do not trust me" Solomon spoke with a tempered tone as he continued sorting his items.
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Vampiricdoll
Six Thousand Club
THIS POST IS FOR EVERYONE
(I'm gonna time skip to supper time because That'll be better for people interact n stuff. ALSO A BIG REMINDER! People who are VISITING the castle don't know the count is alive. So the nun, the father, any humans n stuff? They don't know the count is still living. They think this is a vacation to visit a historical place. The only members that know that the count is alive is the members who live in the castle itself. The count will reveal himself later, but for now he isn't open for interaction.
Also on another note; don't reply after reply after reply. i try to find time to get on but it's difficult and i end up coming back to having to read a lot and it becomes overwhelming. For my sake, wait for others to catch up and reply so i and others don't have to come back to a lot of stuff to read. Thanks.)
Winter prepared the large dining table with decorative platters and utensils. She neatly folded the napkins and placed them on top. She lit candelabras all over the table and dimmed the lights in the room. She took a step back to look at her work and gave herself a nod. She was pleased with the set up and opened the large double doors to the dining room. She brought out a a bell and rung it. It hurt her ears but it was small, but the noise was noticeable to anyone within range.
"Dinner is being served. Please take your seats and I'll be here to serve you." She announced and she kept the doors open for the guests to enter.
(I'm gonna time skip to supper time because That'll be better for people interact n stuff. ALSO A BIG REMINDER! People who are VISITING the castle don't know the count is alive. So the nun, the father, any humans n stuff? They don't know the count is still living. They think this is a vacation to visit a historical place. The only members that know that the count is alive is the members who live in the castle itself. The count will reveal himself later, but for now he isn't open for interaction.
Also on another note; don't reply after reply after reply. i try to find time to get on but it's difficult and i end up coming back to having to read a lot and it becomes overwhelming. For my sake, wait for others to catch up and reply so i and others don't have to come back to a lot of stuff to read. Thanks.)
Winter prepared the large dining table with decorative platters and utensils. She neatly folded the napkins and placed them on top. She lit candelabras all over the table and dimmed the lights in the room. She took a step back to look at her work and gave herself a nod. She was pleased with the set up and opened the large double doors to the dining room. She brought out a a bell and rung it. It hurt her ears but it was small, but the noise was noticeable to anyone within range.
"Dinner is being served. Please take your seats and I'll be here to serve you." She announced and she kept the doors open for the guests to enter.
Gravitational Force
Dark Lord of Creativity
Gabriel grumbled to himself as he sat at his place. The perfumed bandages he wore were uncomfortable, but they disguised his features and smell. He eyed Morana as she entered, his eyes narrowing as he remembered the insults he'd been given because of her. All he'd wanted was a bit of harmless fun and she'd turned it into a whole thing. One way or another he'd find a way to get back at her. As soon as he found out why the Count wanted them all here. At least he wasn't recognizable under the bandages, and his vocal mimicry would let him be whoever he wanted if pushed. And if they tried getting the bandages off, well he was never one to only have one trick up his sleeve. This was not worth his free time.
Tetro
Uncle Dad
Father Solomon walked into the dining room with Sister Morana, his arm hooked around hers so he could guide and protect her. Solomon's eyes immediately met Gabriel's, sensing the creature's gaze as he entered with Morana. Solomon gave the man the glare of an angry vampire, shooting him a 'back off or else' look. He sat across from the bandaged creature, making sure he was right across from him with Sister Morana next to him the entire time. Father Solomon remained silent as he waited. He didn't come unprepared, he knew what could possibly be dwelling here and had stashed a few 'toys' in his robes. Wooden stakes, iron stakes, his silver blades, and a tiny toy he would give to Sister Morana to fidget with if she began to feel nervous.
FTR
One Thousand Club
Sister Morana settled into her seat and smelled the air, the scent of cooking was accompanied by one of perfume bringing her to face the direction of Gabriel. She waved.
"What interesting smells! Wouldn't you agree, Father?" She commented turning a slightly towards him.
Tetro
Gravitational Force
"What interesting smells! Wouldn't you agree, Father?" She commented turning a slightly towards him.
Tetro
Gravitational Force
Gravitational Force
Dark Lord of Creativity
Gabriel shifts in his wrappings. Another insult from her and that shit priest. They'd pay and he knew just how he'd do it.
He'd wait for the Count to explain what this was about first though, no sense in angering his host. Even though it was him who had gotten the library organized, brought the castle into the 21st century, and ensured that the place didn't sink into its own refuse. He pushes these darker thoughts aside as he looks expectantly at the host's seat.
He'd wait for the Count to explain what this was about first though, no sense in angering his host. Even though it was him who had gotten the library organized, brought the castle into the 21st century, and ensured that the place didn't sink into its own refuse. He pushes these darker thoughts aside as he looks expectantly at the host's seat.
Doomyfish23
"Honey!!! Wheres my Supersuit?"
Balmond Calderan
Cal wiped away the last bit of oil from the oven and took a step back to admire his work. A cocky half smile spread across his face stopping at the handrolled cigarette in his lips. Before him sat a beautifully marinated turkey carved in a rose pattern, several bowls of various pastas, salads, and desserts. A few pies sat cooling on the oven, a roasted duck, a honey glazed ham, and even a shrimp platter. Folding his apron he called to Winter in a low tone only the other otherworldly beings would hear. "Dinner is served, need help setting the table?" He said as he began to move the food onto the serving cart. Setting his apron on the counter removed the chef hat and adjusted his tie turning to meet winter at the door with the cart.
Cal wiped away the last bit of oil from the oven and took a step back to admire his work. A cocky half smile spread across his face stopping at the handrolled cigarette in his lips. Before him sat a beautifully marinated turkey carved in a rose pattern, several bowls of various pastas, salads, and desserts. A few pies sat cooling on the oven, a roasted duck, a honey glazed ham, and even a shrimp platter. Folding his apron he called to Winter in a low tone only the other otherworldly beings would hear. "Dinner is served, need help setting the table?" He said as he began to move the food onto the serving cart. Setting his apron on the counter removed the chef hat and adjusted his tie turning to meet winter at the door with the cart.
Vampiricdoll
Tetro
Gravitational Force
(all who have supernatural hearing heard Balmond, and can likely smell his cigarette... Honey with a hint of vanilla. Non supernatural beings only smell the glorious food.)
Tetro
Uncle Dad
"Yes, the cooking does smell lovely." He replied to her. "I haven't eaten in a while so I may have to leave my manners for next time if it is as good as it smells." He joked with Morana. "I just hope nothing... foul... ruins the moment." He stared at Gabriel when speaking the last part. Solomon wasn't stupid, he could smell underneath the perfume. And he could just FEEL that something was off. Again though, he could have just been hungry. Maybe it was both. THE POINT! The point, was that he had his guard up despite being able to seem relaxed and at ease along with Morana. In a way she did bring that out of him on some level. Hopefully nothing went awry. He wanted to enjoy himself, genuinely.
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Gravitational Force
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Gravitational Force
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Gasser looked around his closet, looking for his comb. His hair looked outrageous. He has been searching for it for more than eight minutes. The thing is he tends to comb his hair every day and doesn't stand a messy hair while going out in specific places. Ever since he lost his hair knot, he couldn't even make a man bun. Although he hasn't shaven his beard for weeks. But rather he recommends to keep them unshaven.
He was sort of becoming late for his supper. For a moment, he starts to notice a small long piece of white cotton below his drawer. He ducks down with his knees bending down to his waistline and sticks his hands stuck down the ground. With his head looking towards the darkness, he finds his missing left sock and also noticed his comb hiding from the light.
"Wow," he blandly expressed no any further expression.
He starts combing his hair in front of the mirror carefully and gently. Before going to the dining room, he takes out another replica of his white shirt and black trousers from the same closet. He pulls a lovely smile in the mirror and heads off as if he was wearing the same outfit.
He was sort of becoming late for his supper. For a moment, he starts to notice a small long piece of white cotton below his drawer. He ducks down with his knees bending down to his waistline and sticks his hands stuck down the ground. With his head looking towards the darkness, he finds his missing left sock and also noticed his comb hiding from the light.
"Wow," he blandly expressed no any further expression.
He starts combing his hair in front of the mirror carefully and gently. Before going to the dining room, he takes out another replica of his white shirt and black trousers from the same closet. He pulls a lovely smile in the mirror and heads off as if he was wearing the same outfit.
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Quinn skated into the dining hall before sitting in his usual place. He enjoyed times around the dinner table. It reminded him that he wasn't as alone as he thought he was.
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Vampiricdoll
Six Thousand Club
Winter heard the chef call for her in the kitchen and she came running in. "Help would be appreciated, but isn't needed. Do what you wish i suppose." She explained. She started the push one of the carts out from the kitchen and felt sick to the stomach. Not horribly, but she didn't see the appeal in such foods. She carefully placed the food around the table, but striking up conversation as well.
"I'm hoping you're all enjoying your stay. I'm the only maid working at the moment so I'm sorry if the service isn't fast or even pleasant. It's difficult for me to keep up."
"I'm hoping you're all enjoying your stay. I'm the only maid working at the moment so I'm sorry if the service isn't fast or even pleasant. It's difficult for me to keep up."
FTR
One Thousand Club
Sister Morana giggled at Solomon's joke.
"'Whether you eat, or drink, or whatsoever you do, do all to the glory of God.'" She jokingly quoted Corinthians, alluding to what he's to do to the food as "whatsoever".
Morana picked up on the Father's implicating way of saying foul. Though, she assumed he'd come across something to make him say it in such a way, she wasn't sure what it was. Her scent was, no doubt, heightened by her blindness but not superhuman like Father Solomon's. All she got was an overwhelming odor of perfume. She had taken glances at her surroundings, through the veil, and found Gabriel's look as peculiar, perhaps even vaguely reminiscent. She did, however, also feel safe in Solomon's company and chose to ignore it. Morana was finally at ease in her new setting and looking forward to a pleasant dinner.
Morana then picked up someone familiar and turned towards Quinn, the stone on her veil flashing as she took note of him.
"Quinn, I wasn't able to thank you for bringing my bags to my room. I really appreciated it."
She said to him. She saw him as such a nice boy, with a sort of mature or conscious immaturity.
While not terribly hungry, the amazing smells weren't possible for her to ignore. She'd have something, if for nothing else than for a taste and the sake of courtesy.
"Perhaps I could be of assistance, if you find yourself shorthanded, Miss. My duties at the convent are not dissimilar to yours here. I'd be happy to help wherever help is needed."
She said to Winter as she came by with the food.
"My, I've never attended such an extravagant dinner. I can see why nobilities were plagued with gluttons and avarice." She said, sardonically.
Vampiricdoll
Tetro
Gravitational Force
MoxxyMoxx
Doomyfish23
"'Whether you eat, or drink, or whatsoever you do, do all to the glory of God.'" She jokingly quoted Corinthians, alluding to what he's to do to the food as "whatsoever".
Morana picked up on the Father's implicating way of saying foul. Though, she assumed he'd come across something to make him say it in such a way, she wasn't sure what it was. Her scent was, no doubt, heightened by her blindness but not superhuman like Father Solomon's. All she got was an overwhelming odor of perfume. She had taken glances at her surroundings, through the veil, and found Gabriel's look as peculiar, perhaps even vaguely reminiscent. She did, however, also feel safe in Solomon's company and chose to ignore it. Morana was finally at ease in her new setting and looking forward to a pleasant dinner.
Morana then picked up someone familiar and turned towards Quinn, the stone on her veil flashing as she took note of him.
"Quinn, I wasn't able to thank you for bringing my bags to my room. I really appreciated it."
She said to him. She saw him as such a nice boy, with a sort of mature or conscious immaturity.
While not terribly hungry, the amazing smells weren't possible for her to ignore. She'd have something, if for nothing else than for a taste and the sake of courtesy.
"Perhaps I could be of assistance, if you find yourself shorthanded, Miss. My duties at the convent are not dissimilar to yours here. I'd be happy to help wherever help is needed."
She said to Winter as she came by with the food.
"My, I've never attended such an extravagant dinner. I can see why nobilities were plagued with gluttons and avarice." She said, sardonically.
Vampiricdoll
Tetro
Gravitational Force
MoxxyMoxx
Doomyfish23
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Quinn turned and smiled at Morana. "Eh don't mention it. I mean, it wasn't my job but I did as I was told for once." He chuckles slightly, "I mostly disregard the rules and do what I want."
Quinn did feel guilt. He'd hate to have to hurt this woman. She seemed so nice and genuine. He hadn't felt that in a long time and she really seemed like she was oblivious to what was happening in this mansion. He didn't want to be the one to take her life from her. He couldn't bare such a thing.
Quinn did feel guilt. He'd hate to have to hurt this woman. She seemed so nice and genuine. He hadn't felt that in a long time and she really seemed like she was oblivious to what was happening in this mansion. He didn't want to be the one to take her life from her. He couldn't bare such a thing.
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Doomyfish23
"Honey!!! Wheres my Supersuit?"
Balmond Calderan
Balmond nodded as winter responded and began to push the cart out so that she would only need to take the plates to the table. He never put his cigarette out however carrying with him the aroma that accompanied it. He laid his eyes on the guests for the first time and he felt his body tense up. He was hungry for sure, he had maintained a regular feeding schedule but had fallen behind while prepping for the guests and it was taking its toll. Luckily at his age it was easier to resist. Nodding to each person who's eyes fell on him he continued pushing the cart at a pace to match winters distribution. Finally his gaze fell on Quinn. The young blood demon was talking with one of the human women there. "Quinn, would you join me after dinner for a word?" he said with a smile.
Balmond nodded as winter responded and began to push the cart out so that she would only need to take the plates to the table. He never put his cigarette out however carrying with him the aroma that accompanied it. He laid his eyes on the guests for the first time and he felt his body tense up. He was hungry for sure, he had maintained a regular feeding schedule but had fallen behind while prepping for the guests and it was taking its toll. Luckily at his age it was easier to resist. Nodding to each person who's eyes fell on him he continued pushing the cart at a pace to match winters distribution. Finally his gaze fell on Quinn. The young blood demon was talking with one of the human women there. "Quinn, would you join me after dinner for a word?" he said with a smile.
MoxxyMoxx
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Vampiricdoll
MoxxyMoxx
the enby autist
Quinn looked at Cal. Oh god, what did he do now? He kept thinking with a straight face. Did he leave one of his instruments in the kitchen again? No, that wouldn't be it. He has all of them minus his guitar in his room. The demon hadn't been stealing food from the kitchen so that couldn't be it. He was really unsure as to what it was and he really didn't want to piss off Cal.
He smiled and spoke. "Okay," he said. Fingers crossed it was nothing serious.
He smiled and spoke. "Okay," he said. Fingers crossed it was nothing serious.
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