Fantasy Lost Vampire girl (always open)

[Xena]

Eve Blanche
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She cringed at the use of the word she has so seemingly asked not to be used only a minute ago. "You mean, until you find the wind to huff, and puff, and blow the wall down?" Eve smirked, before crossing her arms playfully. "As for the paperwork, I would, of course, be willing to help, as long as the demand isn't too big of a job for me." 
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@HumansArentReal
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[The Fabulous Emerald]

( @mewbot5408, may i ask your timezone? just so i can guess your timetable and compare it to my own)

 

[Scarlet_MCRP]

( @mewbot5408, may i ask your timezone? just so i can guess your timetable and compare it to my own)

((please direct all OOC chat to the correct form. OOC Thank you!))

 

[A L M O S]

Nyx Hazlett
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He could sense something off about this man but couldn't pinpoint it "I don't understand you" he said while pausing in wait as he watched the man, loosening his grip on Greyson slightly "You know enough about me, why don't you tell me why you're doing this? What is your motive?" he asked with narrowed eyes
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Talbot Reeves -  @Finnick


Talbot did not respond - the man was clearly a bit of an idiot. That only made the situation all the more precarious. Is was often the well intentioned moron who made these kinds of things the hardest. He took a deep breath, before saying in a calm cool voice - "I have told you why I am doing this, more than once - if you have not understood it by now it is because you do not want to, or you are unable to. Either way, wasting both our time angsting over it now won't fix either of our lives. I have made the mistake of getting involved, you made the mistake of being reckless - Two bumbling fools dancing around a situation neither of them understand well enough. Go, I am tired and I need to clear my thoughts before my meeting." He breathed out of his nose, rather loudly - a clear sign of dismissal. He was done speaking. 

 

[Rat]

Nyx Hazlett
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He then went silent and walked out the door without another word. He returned to his hideout and set Greyson down who went and started flipping through the book that Talbot had given Nyx earlier. Nyx sighed and flopped down in a worn out chair while running his fingers through his long black locks in exhaustion, though he was very worried about what Talbot had said now. He quietly reached over and grabbed a bottle of rum that was sitting on the floor beside the chair and poured it in a glass before downing it though he knew better than to get drunk
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@Almosegosum
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[Knightling]

Akina shook her head. "Not everyone in this world is bad." She looked down and tugged on her hat, pulling it down further. As they walked the treeline showed the town. Akina looked arounda  bit, she never been to this city before. "Happy now I took you to people."


@Knightling

"not everyone, but you never know" Jackson stated, walking into the street "I appreciate the help, Akina. Try not to think that we're enemies"

 

[Scarlet_MCRP]

"that doesn't mean we're friends either." She stood on the edge of town, she didn't want to continue with him anymore, but she didn't trust him, she'd wait and follow him. "have fun with whatever you're doing here."


@Knightling

 

[A L M O S]

Talbot Reeves -  @HumansArentReal


Talbot did not move for almost an hour - the clock running in his mind. Tick-tock, tick-tock... Why do I do this to myself? Why do I try and save people who clearly do not want to be saved? Even if they deserve life, does he not deserve peace? Even for a single year... His hands gripped the armrests till the point where his knuckles turned white, and the flesh that framed it an unpleasant pink. They became slack as he let go of a breath he did not know he had been holding. It would take him ten minutes to get to the shop - an he had thirteen left. He got up, his body feeling weak from his self imposed stress. He locked the door behind him, before walking down the street. Exactly ten minutes later he was at the shop, and he gave his name at the door - giving the hostess a rough description of he man who would be joining him soon. Ordering a full tea service, he closed his eyes and shut out all the noise in the shop - escaping to his own happy world, where things such as time and history were listen more than fantasy, and all good things were never more than a reach away.

 

[Nonexisting]

( @mewbot5408, may i ask your timezone? just so i can guess your timetable and compare it to my own)

Central time, 5pm right now.....


I work through 1:00-4:00 pm mon-thurs

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

(k, thx)

 

[idalie]

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe
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Through talking and shuffling paperwork from here to there, he paused and checked the hands of his wrist watch. "Fuck, look, we have to get going. Forget the paperwork, and if you use another Big Bad Wolf reference I'll send you packing. Huff and puff." Wulfe snorted, moving away to grab his coat; sliding it over a broad set of shoulders till turning towards Eve, running a hand through his already tousled locks. "Come on then, Blanche. We need to meet this Reeves, and I don't appreciate being late." Placing his hand between the small of her shoulder blades, he lightly moved her forwards and out of the office, locking it behind him. "I'm sure you can help me with some other group project case after this is all over and done with."
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@Xena
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[Xena]

Eve Blanche
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Being gently moved foreward and out the door, Blanche rolled her eyes at the comment and stayed quiet until he locked up. "Reeves? Already?" She glanced at her watch. "That's the new case, am I right?" A small nod to allow herself to question she was right of wrong. "Not the banker, and not the witches. So, yeah, the new case. Where are we heading?" Her voice was strong, making sure that Mason wasn't simply bringing some weak girl with him. she was sure he probably already knew that, but still. 
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@HumansArentReal
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[Knightling]

"that doesn't mean we're friends either." She stood on the edge of town, she didn't want to continue with him anymore, but she didn't trust him, she'd wait and follow him. "have fun with whatever you're doing here."


@Knightling

"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have threatened you" Jackson chuckled sheepishly, he turned and reached into his pocket, then pulled out a wad of dollar bills and tossed it to her "Hope that mends everything. That being said, you won't cause problems for me in the future, right? We're cool?"

 

[Roahon]

 ((yeah they write a lot haha it's okay  I understand I'm happy your back))


Adriana walked after him. "Not all places sell rare steaks. this place is nothing like home, it's all different." She shook her head. "I don't like this place much." She sighed kept following him. She thought trying to recall exactly why she was here to begin with. She knew it had something to do with her mom, but what? Thinking kept her mind busy, didn't make her notice everyone around her.


@Roahon

Shiro walked into the restaurant with Adriana and sat down. He ordered a car stake and cheeseburger. After a little bit the waiter brought out the food. Shiro then quickly ate some of the cheeseburger. "mmm this is actually good for once."

 

[Scarlet_MCRP]

Shiro walked into the restaurant with Adriana and sat down. He ordered a car stake and cheeseburger. After a little bit the waiter brought out the food. Shiro then quickly ate some of the cheeseburger. "mmm this is actually good for once."

Adrianna was eating the steak. She wondered if it grossed him out, most people she knew if they saw a rare steak it weirded them out. "thanks for showing me this place. In my time this place isn't here."


@Roahon

 

[A L M O S]

Eve Blanche
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Being gently moved foreward and out the door, Blanche rolled her eyes at the comment and stayed quiet until he locked up. "Reeves? Already?" She glanced at her watch. "That's the new case, am I right?" A small nod to allow herself to question she was right of wrong. "Not the banker, and not the witches. So, yeah, the new case. Where are we heading?" Her voice was strong, making sure that Mason wasn't simply bringing some weak girl with him. she was sure he probably already knew that, but still. 
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@HumansArentReal
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(I am unsure as to whether or not you guys are implying that you are at the place already or if you are still on your way - some clarification please - @HumansArentReal @Xena )

 

[idalie]

(I am unsure as to whether or not you guys are implying that you are at the place already or if you are still on your way - some clarification please - @HumansArentReal @Xena )





 

(On our way. Sorry for taking so long to reply ;-; I've been busy)

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

( @mewbot5408?)

 

[A L M O S]

(On our way. Sorry for taking so long to reply ;-; I've been busy)

(Np - I understand of course. Take your time)

 

[idalie]

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe
"Yes, of course - it's the new case. Now hurry up." He remarked, practically pulling her from the office, down the staircase and out into the street. Hand, firmly (but not painfully) wrapping around her wrist, his thumb lingering upon her palm. Weaving them through the crowds, checking his watch constantly, the werewolf rushed them forwards in a particular direction. Mason, wasn't in favour of being late. Feet, hitting the pavement in quick, rhythmic succession, he at last managed to reach the coffeehouse. Bluebells, bending to the breeze out front,drooping in a sombre, beautiful manner. 
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Entering the shop, cinnamon and caffeine washed over his sensitive senses. Barely able to smell anything else, but the faint perfumes and other sharp, unnatural products people used. A quiet, instrumental track playing on what seemed like a loop to fill in the background noise that came with the low conversations and various tappings of keyboards as students and workers finished off for the week's workload.
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Finding a waitress, and shown towards the table of Talbot Reeves, the Sheriff approached in that wolfish manner. As if stalking prey, or determining him to be a threat. Pulling out a chair, and setting himself down; glancing up towards Eve in event should she join them. "Mr. Reeves?"
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@Almosegosum @Xena
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[A L M O S]

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe
"Yes, of course - it's the new case. Now hurry up." He remarked, practically pulling her from the office, down the staircase and out into the street. Hand, firmly (but not painfully) wrapping around her wrist, his thumb lingering upon her palm. Weaving them through the crowds, checking his watch constantly, the werewolf rushed them forwards in a particular direction. Mason, wasn't in favour of being late. Feet, hitting the pavement in quick, rhythmic succession, he at last managed to reach the coffeehouse. Bluebells, bending to the breeze out front,drooping in a sombre, beautiful manner. 
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Entering the shop, cinnamon and caffeine washed over his sensitive senses. Barely able to smell anything else, but the faint perfumes and other sharp, unnatural products people used. A quiet, instrumental track playing on what seemed like a loop to fill in the background noise that came with the low conversations and various tappings of keyboards as students and workers finished off for the week's workload.
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Finding a waitress, and shown towards the table of Talbot Reeves, the Sheriff approached in that wolfish manner. As if stalking prey, or determining him to be a threat. Pulling out a chair, and setting himself down; glancing up towards Eve in event should she join them. "Mr. Reeves?"
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@Almosegosum @Xena
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Talbot Reeves -  @HumansArentReal  @Xena


[SIZE= 16px]It was clear that he was not there for a few moments, as he had still been sitting back, his closed eyes raised to the sky. There was a slight downturn at the left corner of his mouth, before he lowered his head and opened his eyes. They moved quickly across both of them, taking in everything - how the lady carried herself, clearly she at least believed herself to be far more important than she was letting on, most interesting however was the subtle twitches of the man's ears and nose - the sounds and smells were irritating him... like they would a little puppy. On Talbot's face however, there was no sign of reaction or revelation - nothing but pure calm nothingness. [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]"Thank you for joining me Detec-"[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] His eyes narrowed at the frown lines that quivered near the man's eyes. Wrong? Taking in the form, the muscle, the ink on the bottom of his palm, the dress shirt and lack of an uniform... too informal for just a detective... too physical... not just an officer... Sherrif? [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]"... Mr. Wulfe."[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] The moment hesitation was small enough, he hoped it drew not too much attention.  [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]"I took the liberty to call for tea - I hope you do not mind." [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]As if it were planned by the moment, the server brought over the tea at the mention - placing the Asian themed cups and pot in front of them. [/SIZE]

 

[idalie]

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe
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Facing the oddly imperturbable man, Mason gave a suspicious glance over his surroundings. He'd already been here more than once, yet he still somewhat struggled with a sensory overload - and without smoking, there was no way to block it out. "Of course not, but I do believe we should get to the bottom of your problem. Or the reason you called me here. I do enjoy, sitting down with a drink, but perhaps more so under other circumstances." Wulfe remarked, clearly not as brutish as his appearance would demonstrate. But all the same, facing the immaculate figure had him smile somewhat; knowing he looked exactly like the type of man, whom had an awful sleeping schedule and a job which required more than just brains. A deducement from the red, healing stains upon the left hand's knuckles - the side of the palm, smeared with ink. Watch on the right. Obvious to state the fact, he was indeed; left-handed. Such came with the annoyance of writing, and making most his work illegible. 
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@Almosegosum
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[Nonexisting]

'Hmm...I don't know. I'll see what happens. Perhaps I'll teach you the ways of science?'


@mewbot5408


(gtg, sorry)

Ella nodded  and continued to watch out the window. She hummed a little bit and watched as the scenery passed by. She may have been a doll but that didn't stop her from feeling a little happy.

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

Over the course of about half an hour or so, Fritz drives across dark, thin roads leading to death cliffs and jumps a massive ravine with his retractable rockets on his van. Ella could probably tell no normal car could reach the castle, which looms in the distance atop a large hill. The castle itself is a mainly stone and tile, but has a lot of metal and machinery in certain places. A large observatory lies on the top of the main keep, the telescope focused on the town the pair just came from. The area around the castle is shadowed by thunderstorms, yet the surrounding area is clear of such clouds. A closer inspection would reveal a large, weather-balloon sized metal orb in the centre of the cloud.


Upon arrival, Fritz presses a series of buttons on his remote. The metal gate slowly opens, and Fritz hums to himself while he waits for it to open fully. If Ella has anything to say, or anything in the journey, now would be the time. Presumably. I'm not telling you anything, just a suggestion.


( @mewbot5408)

 

[A L M O S]

Sheriff. Mason Wulfe
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Facing the oddly imperturbable man, Mason gave a suspicious glance over his surroundings. He'd already been here more than once, yet he still somewhat struggled with a sensory overload - and without smoking, there was no way to block it out. "Of course not, but I do believe we should get to the bottom of your problem. Or the reason you called me here. I do enjoy, sitting down with a drink, but perhaps more so under other circumstances." Wulfe remarked, clearly not as brutish as his appearance would demonstrate. But all the same, facing the immaculate figure had him smile somewhat; knowing he looked exactly like the type of man, whom had an awful sleeping schedule and a job which required more than just brains. A deducement from the red, healing stains upon the left hand's knuckles - the side of the palm, smeared with ink. Watch on the right. Obvious to state the fact, he was indeed; left-handed. Such came with the annoyance of writing, and making most his work illegible. 
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@Almosegosum
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Talbot Reeves -  @HumansArentReal


[SIZE= 16px]"Quite..."[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] He kept his mind as clear as possible. If he had no tell's, then whether he lied or not would be indecipherable. He was still debating on how to actually get the information he needed without raising suspicion... internally he sighed - guess there was noting for it then. [/SIZE][SIZE= 16px]"I am not an affectionate man. As it is, sex is already almost too much of a hassle for me to go though the motions of getting it. That being said, I have recently been contacted by a woman. Apparently she is with child. I am not so sure it is mine. While I am still busy confirming that, I must consider the possibility it might be. I don't care for her, and I won't care for the potential child either - I am willing to pay her required amounts without objection. The problem however, is that she is human... and I... am only partially so. My line has never not produced powerful psychics.  I would like to know what my duties are, according to the law - as to informing her, the systems in place to support a human caring for a supernatural child, the places I can send her should she bother me about it's development."[/SIZE][SIZE= 16px] God... he sounded like his father.[/SIZE]