Fantasy Lost Vampire girl (always open)

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Niklaus Aston
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He shrugged in response, groaning at the throbbing in his head which accompanied him once they got to Luke's room. "Must you continue to do that?" he asked as he sat on Luke's bed and looked around the room, everything looked so different from the last time he'd seen Luke "Your style has changed a little" he commented absently
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"Well so did I... I thought it would be fitting to change things up... By the way do you need to use the shower?" Luke got his clothes ready and his towel and looked over at Klaus with his arms crossed, "Im sorry if I hurt you... I do plan on making it up to you." 

 

[Roahon]

(Sorry for the late reply.)


Shiro nodded his head at her, his way of a polite curtsy. "its nice to meet you, and your looking for someone? Need any help find this person? Me and my sis-" Shiro stopped and turned around realizing he left his sister behind.

 

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Niklaus Aston
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He sighed before shaking his head in response "I'll be fine" he said though he probably did need a shower he just didn't feel like joining Luke. He then flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, looking rather exhausted
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Lord Briarwood
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Glancing at the burned features of the werewolf, he offered a sympathetic nod. He hadn't noticed the minuscule blush, creeping up his cheeks - for the wounds appeared to cover the skin in a bloody, but decorative pattern. "You're welcome, to stay at the estate whilst you ... do whatever it is. Sort out accommodation and the sorts. I do believe, you've quite earnt it."
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Moving partially back towards Samantha, Briarwood hesitantly rested his palm upon her shoulder. Clearing his throat and exhaling. "My home is also extended to you, for the while. If you'd like to take up the offer. Yet - we really must be on our way. This was supposed to be a stroll, and yet I've managed to ruin a very expensive suit. You heard the messenger, whoever she was. The boy shall be fine. I think, some supper and a clean up are in order. It's been a long day for all of us."
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@Xena @Finnick
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[Scarlet_MCRP]

(Sorry for the late reply.)


Shiro nodded his head at her, his way of a polite curtsy. "its nice to meet you, and your looking for someone? Need any help find this person? Me and my sis-" Shiro stopped and turned around realizing he left his sister behind.

Adriana smiled. She could tell he stopped short, but she didn't really care she wanted to ask him questions. "um, are you from this village?" 

 

[Roahon]

Adriana smiled. She could tell he stopped short, but she didn't really care she wanted to ask him questions. "um, are you from this village?" 

He sighed  at he fact he left his sister behind and turned back to the  girl. "no I am not, me and my sister are from a small village up north. We travel around a lot for our training. And I am going to guess your not from around here as well."

 

[Xena]

She smiled. "Oh, an offer to your house sounds delightful! Maybe we could catch up a bit! I'd love to know more about you!" Samantha rubbed her eyes, pushing away the past tears. "At least the boy will be okay, though..." 
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[Scarlet_MCRP]

"Um no." She paused. "Not exactly." She said while rubbing the back of her head. She looked sad, she wanted to find someone who knew this village, not just a traveler. "I'm trying to find Izumi, I know she lives here, I'm just not sure where." She sensed around again but there wasn't in trace of her. Her stomach growled, after all the running, and magic she was using she was starting to get hungry. She grabbed her stomach and turned to walk away. Why out of all the times, did she have to be hungry now. "I'm sorry I have to go." She turned to walk away she needed food and soon.


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[Roahon]

"Um no." She paused. "Not exactly." She said while rubbing the back of her head. She looked sad, she wanted to find someone who knew this village, not just a traveler. "I'm trying to find Izumi, I know she lives here, I'm just not sure where." She sensed around again but there wasn't in trace of her. Her stomach growled, after all the running, and magic she was using she was starting to get hungry. She grabbed her stomach and turned to walk away. Why out of all the times, did she have to be hungry now. "I'm sorry I have to go." She turned to walk away she needed food and soon.


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Shiro sighed, he couldn't let some random girl wander around hungry. Even if she seemed strange. So he walked after her. "hay hold up, so looking around for someone might go faster with two people. And I don't have anything better so if you want I can help out. And maybe he can ago and get something to eat as well." he said somewhat awkwardly.

 

[A L M O S]

Dr. Wyrmwood Scott & The Messenger 

The air was damp and stifling - the shadows seemed to move in her peripherals, as if they were sure to strike any moment... and take her away somewhere dark where she would be forgotten. the only light came from the orbs that were spaced around the room, glowing ominously - filled with bodies (some more monstrous than the others) who were either developing or decomposing to his exacting standards. She bowed her head down even more, staring at the two bloody hands, keeping her face from crashing to the floor. They were trembling... they had not done so in years. oh gods. she was afraid. She bit her lip and hoped that he would not notice.


He in turn was sat in what could only be described as his throne. Far from elegant - this room reeked of death, blood, disinfectant and... fear. He liked it like this. He once said it made him nostalgic. "Your trembling is adding to my disappointment... I have already punished you for the pathetic nature displayed by that angel, should I now punish you for displaying the same?" She bit her lip at his glib remarks, his voice grating on her mind and soul. There were no correct answers in this situation. There was only quiet submission. She accidentally bit through her lip when he started laughing in a harsh manner, that seemed the cackle through the entire facility.


"Heal yourself. Dress neatly. Prepare the car. Retrieve one of the 1825 Perrier-Jouet's - We will have to celebrate yours and their survival, and only the best champagne will do when we meet our new friends." He got up and started walking towards one of the exits, still chuckling - to his private rooms. She stayed put, waiting for him to be gone before she dared move. As he disappeared into the darkness, she heard him whisper to himself 'now, who will I wear tonight?'


(guess who is coming to dinner Y'all...) @Xena  @HumansArentReal @Finnick

 

[Scarlet_MCRP]

Adriana shook her head. She couldn't lead this guy to his death, she was hungry and not good at controlling her impulses yet. "No, no I'm good." She bit her lip, and kept walking away. She had to find something, she could survive on human food as well but it had to be super rare. She started smelling the air trying to find a food place, but all she got was the blood pumping in the humans around her. It was overwhelming. "just please stay away."


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[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
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Exhaling whilst he nodded, Briarwood removed his hand from her shoulder and clasped both palms together. "Ah, I believe we might have much to discuss. Who knows? I have a few good stories up my sleeve." With a smile, and slight tinge of humour to his tone, the vampire appeared to attempt bringing the situation back to that of the norm. Whatever 'normal' might be for a fallen angel, vampire and werewolf. 

"I can have your clothing washed and mended, whilst you wait I only have my own shirts to offer, or some entirely outdated attire I don't think would be the most comfortable considering the circumstances. Oh well, please - do follow me." Setting off, into the foliage of the forest, Briarwood appeared to disappear. Through the twists and turns of the pathways; making sure those whom would have liked to follow - kept up with him. Twenty or so minutes passed in mindful silence, giving himself and anyone else a chance to givethought over what had occurred in a mere day. Monsters and ethereal beings. It was as if they'd been thrown into the pages of an epic novel. Eventually, the path he'd showed them down led out into a large clearing. 
 
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A lake took the centre, surrounded by manicured lawns and vast flower beds filled with roses in particular. All of which had begun to droop at the oncoming autumn, alas, still their perfume was sweet and lingered about. Gazing up from this, loomed the country estate. Large, with french glass windows, and various vines of red and green intertwining over the front stonework. Architecture, once magnificent and proud, gave lasting remnants to the faded history shrouding this place. The oak door which appeared to be the front entrance seemed to have wards etched in around the edges - against scrying, curses and many others. Some which benefitted him in daily life. Even though the manor was striking, at first sight, it appeared to be bigger in size the closer one walked. Various wings protruded, each leading somewhere different. No doubt, housed also by the staff he employed.
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Digging into his pocket, to produce a set of keys, the front door swung open. Briarwood continuing to shout out, a rather quick 'I'm home' - but he needn't have. For almost immediately a rather old butler had appeared from nowhere in particular. Scrutinising those whom he'd brought along.
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@Finnick @Xena @Almosegosum
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[Rat]

[SIZE= 16px]Nicolai Rumancek[/SIZE]
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He began following them back to the Lord's 'home' while staying surprisingly quiet for the once cocky wolfman. Once they arrived he looked at it in awe, though wasn't quite sure what he'd expected anyway. Once the door was opened and a butler looked at him in disgust he furrowed his brow a little and looked over at Sylas "This is quite fancy" he remarked as he stepped inside hesitantly, he was vaguely concerned though he wasn't sure why.
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@HumansArentReal
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[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
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"Ah, well, I think it's quite quaint. Considering where I've previously lived." Placing the keys into the expectant butler's hand, he patted the man's shoulder. "Please, Henry. I'd appreciate a better welcome for our guests. Have dinner set to be served this evening. I'll personally see to the comfort of the visitors." Turning on his heel, Sylas faced Nicolai first. "If you'd like a change of clothes, I can only offer some of my own. As previously I mentioned - but all facilities are open to you, and of course, Samantha here. I can only believe that our mystery messengers master, will be joining us later on. It'd be better to look presentable. Either way, your clothes shall be both washed, mended and given back. One of the staff is a rather brilliant tailor." 
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@Xena @Almosegosum @Finnick
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[Rat]

Nicolai Rumancek
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[SIZE= 14px]He nodded, his face had mostly healed from the burns except a strange scar over his eye that wasn't there before, or perhaps it was but the burns darkened it. "Alright, show me to the clothes" he said as he seemed to be avoiding looking at Sylas' face, He glanced over at the butler again and reached up to mess with his own hair, picking a leaf out of it absently and stared at it, twirling it around between his fingers before placing it in Sylas' shirt pocket "A gift" he said with a hint of a smile before looking back at his feet[/SIZE]
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[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
As the leaf slipped into his breast pocket, Sylas gave a somewhat glare - more playful than angered. "Delightful, you really know how to live it up. Anyhow, I have spare sets of shirts and all the rest in my room. Might be a little wide on the shoulders, and long on the leg - but it's better than nothing." Beginning to trudge up through the grand staircase, Briarwood glanced towards Nicolai from time to time. "You seem off. Are you alright? Looking at the floor like that, you don't seem to be quite alright. Considering what I've seen of your behaviour."
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@Xena @Finnick
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[Rat]

Nicolai Rumancek
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He glanced up to see the somewhat playful glare before following him up the staircase. He was rather surprised by what the Lord asked which caused him to blush more, he really wasn't trying to seem like he was off but he also wasn't great at hiding things "Y-Yeah...I'm fine" he stuttered though it was very obviously a lie. He glanced around at the art on the walls, he'd definitely been here before and not by invite. The fact he was hiding that was likely what was causing this off-ness "Such a big place, don't you get a bunch of thieves?" he asked quietly, mostly wondering if he'd ever noticed anything missing.
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@HumansArentReal
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[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
It was plain to see his obvious blushing, combined with the stuttering that indicated a lie. Piercing jade orbs, cut right through it. "Thieves, are usually dealt with swiftly. I don't sleep you see - unless ill, injured or away. But ... something did go missing a few weeks ago at most. Can't remember how long it was. Yet - I held the piece very close to my heart. I've lived a hundred lifetimes, going from century to century, nothing left to hold but bits and pieces of memorabilia. Presents from lovers or my mother's handwriting. She was waiting for the boat to bring back a healthy son. I'd been at war for four years in foreign lands, trying to take back Jerusalem. Consequently, it was where I died. The one funeral of many, I've had to fake. Never gets easier. But you see, those tiny memories, they mean more than trinkets."
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Nicolai Rumancek
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He nodded again as he glanced up at him with a rather guilty look in his eyes for a moment before looking ahead of them again "I see....I hope whoever took it brings it back or drops it somewhere" he said before sighing "Why are you being so nice to us- or rather me?" he asked suddenly with a serious expression as he looked up at Sylas. He honestly didn't understand why anyone would be nice to him, especially someone like Sylas.
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@HumansArentReal
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[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
"I have never been inherently evil, Nicolai. I might disregard distractions and lives to obtain what I want, but that - that's just a game. Mylife, has been made up of death. Every woman I've loved, every family I've ever adopted as my own, and every friend I've known. Do you know, what that does to a man? Nine hundred years. Nine hundred years of whispering I'll be there for them, and then watching as they fade in my arms. The first time it happened, I tried to end my own existence to live in theirs. Although the longer I lived as the undead, the more I saw and experienced - I couldn't bring myself to letting go. I am both repulsed and addicted, to the hellish limbo I've been condemned to. If there is nothing left for kindness ... then am I really the man, who boarded that ship for the middle east? Nine centuries ago?" Sylas had paused upon the step currently, gazing down at Nicolai. "I am kind, to others who share my sincerity and traits - so I may better remember who I was. And who I am. It might be a guilty, usage of others to fulfil my want to be surrounded by life, or innocence such as Samantha, but it is genuine. You all look up at me as if I have a reasoning, or shifty ace up my sleeve for bringing you into my home - however, I am just as lost as anyone."
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@Finnick
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[Rat]

Nicolai Rumancek
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He listened to him speak and frowned, unsure of what to say as he'd not been a werewolf nearly as long as Sylas had been a vampire but it had been awhile, as lycanthropy slowed his aging quite a bit. He's been stuck at 24 for about 60 years, aging only 4 years since he'd triggered the werewolf curse. He bit his lip when he felt Sylas' gaze and looked up at him "I uh" he said as he reached into his back pocket when they stopped in front of Sylas' room and didn't even realize he'd started shaking slightly "I found...this..." he lied sheepishly as he held up what he'd stole from Sylas not that long ago. He was sure Sylas knew he was lying but he couldn't confess to what he'd done, not after hearing all that. He felt extreme guilt and knew it would eat away at him for a very long time, even if he had returned it.
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[idalie]

Lord Briarwood
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Taking the stolen item, a locket of golden design, Sylas paused. More interested in the piece of jewellery than the shaking thief before him. Yet Briarwood merely smiled, flicking open the cover. His thumb, tracing the engraving and photo beside it. "Thank you. But really, Nicolai - you should find better hobbies than creeping into my house during the late hours." Snapping it shut, he dangled the necklace over his fingertips and sighed. "Her name was Charlotte. I met her in France, during 1918, fighting for the Worcestershire regiment. Poor girl." He slipped the jewellery inside his inner jacket, patting where it fell into the pocket. "I suggest you steal nothing more. Or I might just have to exact some sort of vengeance eventually. On the other hand - clothing was it?" A dismissive wave of his palm, brushed off the subject, swinging open his chamber door to enter. Thus, he strode over to the clothes drawers, and smoothed a hand over various shirts - most white in colour, or pastel. Eventually, he put the small pile of attire, including navy cotton slacks into the wolf's arms. "I have too many stories to tell, and not enough space in my biography. Would you like to be shown to your room? There'll be an ensuite, so I just hope you can work a shower."
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Nicolai Rumancek
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He watched him with a worried look, ready to be strangled for stealing it but instead he was surprised "I was uh, going to sell it to a jeweler...y'know because its gold but for some reason I held onto it" he admitted quietly before watching him go into the room. He stood outside it, worried to enter for whatever reason "I do suggest not mentioning that I 'creep into your house at night' to anyone else, they'll get  the wrong idea" he said quietly with an obvious look of relief when he wasn't impaled by a silver rapier. He smiled a tiny bit when he was given clothes "Though I wouldn't mind that idea either" he said under his breath, forgetting that vampires have extremely good hearing. He smirked a little bit and rolled his eyes "I did live in an apartment thank you very much" he remarked in response to the 'work a shower' piece
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@HumansArentReal
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[Xena]

Samantha had ignored the conversation, walking off and staring at the small details of the house- but not too far off. She loved the way the house looked. @HumansArentReal @Finnick


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