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Fantasy Lost Vampire girl (always open)

"Stubborn one you have here... But I have my ways of braking people." Lucius took Klaus to another room and placed him in a chair. There was more of the rope in the room so he tied his wrists and ankles to the chair and looked at his fingers for any rings to protect him, "Now... Lets see if I can break you." Lucuis smirked at him taking off his gloves and setting them aside then he put some brass knuckles on, "Now... Why don't you be a good boy here and listen?" Lucius bend down to Klaus's face smiling, "You know... Even if you don't answer... I can always have Kat do it the other way instead... And I heard that she can really throw you for a loop."
 

Nyx Hazlett


He took Greyson's hand and lead him to where Talbot was. He offered a slight smile though the boys eyes appeared to glow red for a moment before going back to the innocent blue. Greyson climbed up into the mans chair and sat on the arm of it as if he'd known the man his whole life. Nyx sighed and sat down in the chair he was in before and looked over at him "So um" he started though a bit awkwardly "Greyson is uhm....well" he stumbled over the words and he wasn't even sure how to explain it, as he never got close enough to anyone to have a need to.




Talbot Reeves -  @Finnick


Talbot looked at the boy for a few moments - "It is rude to sit down before being offered a seat." He smiled slightly, before looking to the father. "Clearly, going by the fangs - and the thaumaturgic display (he reached out, and gently waved his hand in-front of the boy - and as his eyes followed the hand, he lifted it so that the pupils were in direct light for but a moment) - Either some fae creature, or vampire with at least some Psionic capabilities. The question remains - if he is not your's, were did you find him." He fixed the man with a stare. There had been an undercurrent in his voice, that seemed to overwhelm his mind, forcing truth from his lips. It was a less than subtle compulsion, but Talbot did not think subtlety was needed in this situation. 
 

 


Eve Blanche knocked on the door with a small smile, before cracking it open. There was smoke... so much smoke. She coughed, putting her hand up to her mouth, not trying to show the anger she didn't feel, but rather to keep herself from breathing in all the white clouds that filled the room. 


 


She made an attempt to swat around her eyes with her hands, in an attempt to clear the space in front of her. "Mason..." She mumbled quietly, before going over and cracking open a window. "I know it may not make a different to you, but it's filled with smoke in here."


 

 

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe


"Eve, please. You know coming in here is a cancer hazard." The Sheriff offered a wry smirk, getting up to his full height. Twice as tall, and twice as broad as most. "Huff and puff, all of that crap." Popping each knuckle upon his fists, Mason continued to stride through his hazy surroundings, plucking a case file from the dwindling pile. Surprisingly, today he'd gained a spring in his step. Likely he'd lose it come afternoon. Alas, passing the office phone he noticed the flash of red, indicating a voicemail. Brow creasing, he leant over it, pressing play. If anything, you could see each movement of every muscle with the motions he made. Tie loose around his neck. 


 


"Detective. This is Talbot Reeves of the Red Cloud book store - There might be a rather delicate situation, that I would prefer to speak to you about in person.Please reply to this number, should you have some time for us to meet. Regards."


 


Thoroughly curious, he picked up the speaker and glanced off at Blanche. "If you know me and my habits, I think you know what to expect on Monday morning." Each note held by his voice was a delightfully gruff tone, deep and whisky-cured, with a delectable husky quality from years of smoking. Placing a finger then to his lips, he pressed the dial-back, holding the phone to his ear.


 

 
Talbot Reeves -  @Finnick


Talbot looked at the boy for a few moments - "It is rude to sit down before being offered a seat." He smiled slightly, before looking to the father. "Clearly, going by the fangs - and the thaumaturgic display (he reached out, and gently waved his hand in-front of the boy - and as his eyes followed the hand, he lifted it so that the pupils were in direct light for but a moment) - Either some fae creature, or vampire with at least some Psionic capabilities. The question remains - if he is not your's, were did you find him." He fixed the man with a stare. There had been an undercurrent in his voice, that seemed to overwhelm his mind, forcing truth from his lips. It was a less than subtle compulsion, but Talbot did not think subtlety was needed in this situation. 

Nyx Hazlett


He watched him closely for a moment while Greyson didn't seem to mind. Once Nyx was compelled he just sorta glared at him for a moment "Of course he's mine, I'm not some kidnapper" he said defensively. Greyson looked over at his daddy with a slight frown before putting his hands on Talbot's face with the cutest pouty look "Nooo" he said in a high-pitched, angelic voice. Nyx sighed and crossed his arms "His mother was a vampire...he's half, but before she was turned she was a gypsy. While I don't entirely believe in gypsy tricks and think that they are just liars who can do minor spells, There must've been something she didn't tell me because he's..." he said as he looked over at Greyson with a sad smile "Anyway she's long gone now" he said quickly before looking away


 

 
He walks into the front desk. Sorry for that incredibly detailed post, but I don't know how I could flesh it out, which is why I am writing this part to do that for me, making me seem more professional yet humourous. 


( @mewbot5408, gtg now. ta ra!)

Ella looks around  at her surroundings. The lobby is quite spacious with a old fashioned look to it which can make it a bit eerie at times due to the dim lighting  and the simple fact that there was a shelf behind the front desk with a pickled brain all the while a audible growing sound could be heard down one of the halls. At the front desk sat a quaint pale man with a set of tattoos along half his body. He stared at the two recognizing miss Ella and got out the nessisary papers for Fritz making a simple assumption. He slid it over with a pen."just fill out the papers and sign at the x...miss Ella come here I will do the procedure. " He explained gesturing for the doll to come forward and she stayed still brushing her hair away from the back of her neck. He hooked up a wire and got out a syringe injecting a clear blue substance right into head. He pulled out the wire and the stringe giving her two bandaids. "She had already been chipped but I activated it and you'll have to  imprint her yourself, also I was aware you can't speak so I took liberty of giving her complete telepathic communication...feel free to test it out..."
 

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe


"Eve, please. You know coming in here is a cancer hazard." The Sheriff offered a wry smirk, getting up to his full height. Twice as tall, and twice as broad as most. "Huff and puff, all of that crap." Popping each knuckle upon his fists, Mason continued to stride through his hazy surroundings, plucking a case file from the dwindling pile. Surprisingly, today he'd gained a spring in his step. Likely he'd lose it come afternoon. Alas, passing the office phone he noticed the flash of red, indicating a voicemail. Brow creasing, he leant over it, pressing play. If anything, you could see each movement of every muscle with the motions he made. Tie loose around his neck. 


 


"Detective. This is Talbot Reeves of the Red Cloud book store - There might be a rather delicate situation, that I would prefer to speak to you about in person.Please reply to this number, should you have some time for us to meet. Regards."


 


Thoroughly curious, he picked up the speaker and glanced off at Blanche. "If you know me and my habits, I think you know what to expect on Monday morning." Each note held by his voice was a delightfully gruff tone, deep and whisky-cured, with a delectable husky quality from years of smoking. Placing a finger then to his lips, he pressed the dial-back, holding the phone to his ear.


 





 



Nyx Hazlett


He watched him closely for a moment while Greyson didn't seem to mind. Once Nyx was compelled he just sorta glared at him for a moment "Of course he's mine, I'm not some kidnapper" he said defensively. Greyson looked over at his daddy with a slight frown before putting his hands on Talbot's face with the cutest pouty look "Nooo" he said in a high-pitched, angelic voice. Nyx sighed and crossed his arms "His mother was a vampire...he's half, but before she was turned she was a gypsy. While I don't entirely believe in gypsy tricks and think that they are just liars who can do minor spells, There must've been something she didn't tell me because he's..." he said as he looked over at Greyson with a sad smile "Anyway she's long gone now" he said quickly before looking away


 





 



Talbot Reeves -  @Finnick  @HumansArentReal


Talbot was about to continue his discussion, when the phone rang - he held up a finger and he fished his phone out of his breast pocket. Before he answered, he looked at the man with a more relaxed grin -"I am glad to hear that... at least that you are his father. You must understand that the resemblance... leaves a lot to be intuited." He looked at the boy and made a 'shhh' motion. He pressed the green button - "Greetings - thank you for coming back to me. I honestly did not expect you to be this quick." He kept his tone conversational, without giving away who or what he was talking to.
 

Nyx Hazlett


He huffed and rolled his eyes before scooping Greyson off his lap and tickling the boy, causing him to laugh cutely and hang his head upside down with the biggest smile on his face "He looks just like his mother, except for he has my eyes" he said before deciding to reword that "Or well, eye" he said with a bit of a grin before dangling the boy upside down by his feet causing him to giggle more and grab his leg "Oh no the monster's got me" he feigned fear. Greysin grinned and nibbled on Nyx's leg while still upside down. Nyx really was a good father, just a little clueless as to what his son really was.


 

 

Nyx Hazlett


He huffed and rolled his eyes before scooping Greyson off his lap and tickling the boy, causing him to laugh cutely and hang his head upside down with the biggest smile on his face "He looks just like his mother, except for he has my eyes" he said before deciding to reword that "Or well, eye" he said with a bit of a grin before dangling the boy upside down by his feet causing him to giggle more and grab his leg "Oh no the monster's got me" he feigned fear. Greysin grinned and nibbled on Nyx's leg while still upside down. Nyx really was a good father, just a little clueless as to what his son really was.


 





 

(don't worry too much - he is only doing what he thinks is best for anyone involved)
 

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe


"I do try my best, - Mr Reeves? Is it?" Mason replied, tucking his thumb into the front of his belt, turning his back upon the rest of the office. "I understand you wanted to meet. Fortunately, you've caught me on a good day. Would you prefer we meet on your terms or mine? Otherwise, I understand a public coffeehouse might be best. There's one a few blocks down I can suggest." Wulfe continued, falling silent for Talbot to continue. In any other situation, he'd be obliged to correct the man, that he was a Sheriff.


 


Unfortunately a Sheriff to an organisation that didn't technically exist. Apart from in the supernatural community, that was.


 

 
Fritz signs the documents with a very neat signature, after reading the fine print, then observes the procedure. He makes a note to 'acquire' some of that fluid...for science! (wait, a clear blue substance? Clear typically means colourless...did you mean translucent, like coloured water?)


At the telepathic thing, he nods.


'Hello?'


@mewbot5408
 
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Sheriff. Mason Wulfe


"I do try my best, - Mr Reeves? Is it?" Mason replied, tucking his thumb into the front of his belt, turning his back upon the rest of the office. "I understand you wanted to meet. Fortunately, you've caught me on a good day. Would you prefer we meet on your terms or mine? Otherwise, I understand a public coffeehouse might be best. There's one a few blocks down I can suggest." Wulfe continued, falling silent for Talbot to continue. In any other situation, he'd be obliged to correct the man, that he was a Sheriff.


 


Unfortunately a Sheriff to an organisation that didn't technically exist. Apart from in the supernatural community, that was.


 





 



Nyx Hazlett


He huffed and rolled his eyes before scooping Greyson off his lap and tickling the boy, causing him to laugh cutely and hang his head upside down with the biggest smile on his face "He looks just like his mother, except for he has my eyes" he said before deciding to reword that "Or well, eye" he said with a bit of a grin before dangling the boy upside down by his feet causing him to giggle more and grab his leg "Oh no the monster's got me" he feigned fear. Greysin grinned and nibbled on Nyx's leg while still upside down. Nyx really was a good father, just a little clueless as to what his son really was.


 





 



Talbot Reeves -  @Finnick @HumansArentReal


Talbot looked at the father playing with the child - which asuaged at least some of his concerns. It felt hard doing this, and he would not do anything that did not need doing. he needed to get more information before he made his decisions. "Yes, I think I can facilitate a meeting. It would be best to discuss this over coffee I think. Two hours?" He smiled slightly at the father and son. It would be better so... he would think.
 

Nyx Hazlett


He glanced over at the man on the phone and frowned a little bit, pulling Greyson back up and flopping him over his shoulder while the boy squirmed and laughed more "Who is that?" he mouthed to the man with a look of concern now crossing his face before Greyson pulled himself around to sit on Nyx's shoulders, which caused the man to have to duck slightly so the boy wouldn't hit his head on the ceiling. Greyson's giggling slowed to a stop as he stared down at the man, his eyes sparkling slightly as he narrowed them "Daddy no" he said before whimpering slightly, grasping Nyx's hair tightly in his tiny pale hands


 



 


//I'm gonna make this hard af on Talbot
 
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Nyx Hazlett


He glanced over at the man on the phone and frowned a little bit, pulling Greyson back up and flopping him over his shoulder while the boy squirmed and laughed more "Who is that?" he mouthed to the man with a look of concern now crossing his face before Greyson pulled himself around to sit on Nyx's shoulders, which caused the man to have to duck slightly so the boy wouldn't hit his head on the ceiling. Greyson's giggling slowed to a stop as he stared down at the man, his eyes sparkling slightly as he narrowed them "Daddy no" he said before whimpering slightly, grasping Nyx's hair tightly in his tiny pale hands


 





 



He mouthed 'consultant'
 



(I met a man who is a thief, who had a son with a half vampire witch - he is taking care of the child while being unawares of what the child might really need - I am trying to see if he is a good parent, and if so I will try and consult with the authorities, as to - in a hypothetical similar situation - what would be the best course of direction - which if favorable - I will have to report and implement. if it is negative, and he might lose the child, and he proves to be a good father, I will evade the police and try and help him on my own.)
 

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe


Nodding to himself, he inhaled and cleared his throat. "Two hours then. The coffeehouse is down Smithson Avenue. You should see it, only one in the street. Bluebells are grown out the front; I'll probably take the window seat. If you need anything else, just shoot me a call." Abruptly ending the call, almost rudely, he twirled on his heel to face Eve. Making his way over in barely a couple of strides, clasping those large palms together. A permanent, but familiar frown upon his expression. "Was there anything in particular you wanted? Break from the desk job to foil the plot of criminal organisations? Since, I have more fucking paperwork than the bloody virgin Mary's tears. So whatever you lot do upstairs in City Hall - let me get away with punching a man."


 

 
She shook her head. "No, no. I didn't come here for anything other than to say hi- and to see if you needed help with anything." Eve nodded turning towards him and sitting on the desk. "And upstairs is rather boring. Can I come with you, to where ever you're heading to later? I wont tell anyone if you punch someone, I promise." 


She paused


"Unless you punch someone for the fun."
 
Fritz signs the documents with a very neat signature, after reading the fine print, then observes the procedure. He makes a note to 'acquire' some of that fluid...for science! (wait, a clear blue substance? Clear typically means colourless...did you mean translucent, like coloured water?)


At the telepathic thing, he nods.


'Hello?'


@mewbot5408

ella looked  up having picked up on what fritz said via mind and smiled. "hello to you too,fritz." she responded  out loud to prove she could hear him perfectly. the man took the papers and filed them away before sliding across a copy. "this is your copy make sure not to lose it, give it away, or destroy it...this is a certificate of ownership as well as her chip shows ownership, but like I said you have to set in your own imprint on it once activated. to do so you set a bond. " he explained simply. he then slid across a card. "our dolls in particular require specific care so I suggest you don't attempt to fix her yourself. if she gets sick,injured,broken,exc...please bring her back so we can fix the issue. their bodies are rather complicated and they are in fact alive and must eat and sleep to restore energy. that is all. enjoy." he explained.


(a clear blue color but it glows:


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Talbot Reeves -  @Finnick


[SIZE= 16px]Talbot put away the phone, sighing at the man - who had been very effective at being very cute with the child on his shoulders. "How are you taking care of him? What do you know beyond what you have told me... of his needs? his development? his mental [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]capacity[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]? These are very important things that are very hard to just wing - parenting, is about more than your need to care for another, it is about the need of others to be cared for - even when it might not be us who are the most fitting to do the job. sometimes..[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]. (his voice broke, and he cleared his throat) [/SIZE][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]sometimes, love is not enough. How will you secure his future?"[/COLOR]
 

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe


"I'm off meeting a certain Talbot Reeves - owns a bookshop or something rather. Called up, wanted a meeting. I'm sure he won't mind. I'll just label you my Public Consultant and be done with it." Wulfe settled back into his office chair a moment, keeping an eye on her proximity to him. Of course as a werewolf, one should make it a policy not to become attracted nor accidentally discover your life mate in a place of work. Especially not with someone above you in authority. Although he did appreciate her perfume - not harsh upon his sensitive nose.


 


@Xena
 
Talbot Reeves -  @Finnick


[SIZE= 16px]Talbot put away the phone, sighing at the man - who had been very effective at being very cute with the child on his shoulders. "How are you taking care of him? What do you know beyond what you have told me... of his needs? his development? his mental [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]capacity[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]? These are very important things that are very hard to just wing - parenting, is about more than your need to care for another, it is about the need of others to be cared for - even when it might not be us who are the most fitting to do the job. sometimes..[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]. (his voice broke, and he cleared his throat) [/SIZE][COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]sometimes, love is not enough. How will you secure his future?"[/COLOR]

Nyx Hazlett


He narrowed his eyes at the man, obviously becoming angry about suddenly being questioned "I do what I have to for my son" he said sternly and despite his attempts to not let the mans condescending attitude bother him, it did. "I don't need you attacking me about how I care for my own child" he snapped, pulling Greyson off his shoulders carefully despite his rage, the boy clung to his neck while glaring at the man though it just looked pretty cute. Perhaps Nyx's anger was misdirected, or a cover up for something else because truthfully Greyson was all he had left. "If this is all you wanted to talk to me about, or rather, berate me for...I think we're done here" he said rudely before turning to leave. His grip on Greyson was pretty firm, more of a clinging  than anything though not hard or painfully so. Though he paused before opening the door and glared back at the man though hints of tears were in his eyes "I don't know what you want from us but he is all I have" he growled quietly though it was cracked by emotion flooding his voice


 

 

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