Fantasy The City of Myths

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"Thank you, and you need your rest," Rosaria replied as she continued to prepare they meal. After about half an hour of cooking dinner was finally done. A simply stew to put on rice. Making Isabelle and herself each a bowl she sat down and began to eat her food. When the two of them finished, Rosaria took their emptied dishes and cleaned them in her sink. Setting them in the drainer for the night to let them dry. A few hours had passed when the half elf decided to turn in for the night. Changing into a pair of sweats and brushing her teeth before heading to bed.

The next morning Rosaria got up early and made a simple breakfast for herself and Isabelle. After eating she set her dishes in the sink, and Isabelle's food in the microwave. Since it was about 5a.m. the girl was still sleeping. Jotting down a note fore her she took of into the semi cold morning, which was still a bit dark. Heading to the place Hassan had told her before where the paperwork was done at.

Around 8:30 she completed all the necessary paperwork. But now she had to wait for it to get processed. After walking to a nearby bench she sat down and let out a small yawn. A bit tired, but still had enough energy for the day. She sat fixing her red flannel and black t-shirt that was under it. The outfit was completed by a pair of skinny jeans and her combat boots. "Ok," she mumbled to herself as she stood up, "Time to get going I guess." Looking at her phone she checked to see who her first patient of the day was going to be.

(Moved it forward to the next day since I'll be gone for a bit)
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire

Escaping to his home as dawn rose, Mortimer reclined in his chair. He read his way through most mornings, or at least today he attempted to. But the vampire could barely keep his eyes on the words, as they would drift off toward something mundane - losing his page in the tome and unable to reach the next chapter for a good hour or so which was unlike him. Dressed in his half-open shirt from the night before, saved from any crimson splotches, he reached his feet in the dark of the shuttered lamp-lit house throwing the book at the cushioned seat.

A shuffled stride led him upstairs, rubbing his eyes vigorously as he tried to feel more alive (pun intended). Shaking out his hands, Mortimer entered the bathroom, fetching his razor to neaten the few stray shadows of stubble which fell outside the lines of what had already been sculpted. Nevertheless, washing that off, he showered - albeit quickly and in what others would describe as cold - although Voltaire personally felt that hot showers made him uncomfortable. Like putting a corpse in a microwave; it just wasn't done. Thus cleaning his teeth, drying and combing his hair - Mort was looking much alike his old self again. Pulling on a fresh shirt and belting his trousers.

By the time he'd finished his morning routine, it was six in the morning. Which seemed cause to drag on a cigarette and make himself a cup of coffee. Which had no effect on vampires, but the taste made a fine change to blood. He could eat and drink as much as he wanted, and still the vampire's cupboards were empty apart from tea and coffee. For Mortimer had little interest in meals unless invited or unable to turn it down.

Voltaire ended up sprawled over his sofa for what seemed like an eternity before the clock highlighted 8:30 am. It crossed his mind to visit Rosaria - which brought an undeniable smile to his face, then a crippling scowl. She would be busy until either lunchtime or something after that. Which meant he had too much time on his hands. He'd read these books, new and old, over and over. Which caused him to squeeze his orbs shut, touching the temples of his head to rub in small circular motions. Wasn't there any work to get on with? Bad influences to call up? A groan escaped knowing there was neither at that current moment.​

 

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The half elf made her way through the city to get to a check up she had scheduled soon. But as she made her way near the home she heard the familiar screeching of her barn owl, Hoot. "Hoot?" She looked up at him a bit confused, gaze turning to her shoulder when he landed on it. Around his leg was a note. Untying it caused Hoot to shake his leg a bit as she began to read it. It seemed that her patient had things come up and had to cancel his appointment.

With a sigh she crumpled the paper and slipped it in her pocket. Her next appointment wasn't until this afternoon, that is if they don't cancel as well. So with nothing better to do she decided to continue to walk. With Hoot that is. As they walked nothing interesting seemed to be going on. It was just an ordinary day, everyone doing their basic daily thing. But something soon seemed to catch the barn owl's attention.

Without much say the owl took off and flew towards a house that seemed like it was blocking out all external light source. This had sparked Hoot's curiosity since Rosaria's windows were always clear to see in. Usually the owl associated such houses as abandoned and thought that one of his favorite meals might be scurrying inside. So he started to screech and flapped his wings, that way he was able to scratch at the glass. Probably in attempt to break it to get inside.

"Hoot!" Rosaria shouted to the predator bird, "Stop that! That's not a home you can enter!" She could tell that the house's external structure was well kept, meaning someone must live there. "Stop that ruckus before the owner comes out! I don't want any fights today!" Looking at his companion he tilted his head in confusion. But he did as was asked and flew over to her, perching on her right shoulder. "Thank you," she sighed in relief.
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Avery

She was happy as she just woke up at 8:30 as she couldn't sleep anymore she just hugged her bunny as she smiled she had a good dream as she looked around as she yawned she was hungry as she sat down playing with her toys as she smiled she still couldn't believe she had a family N Nonexisting idalie

Isabelle

She just smiled as she woke up as she yawned rubbing her eyes as she just saw the note as she open the microwave as she eat the food' I'm up I might go to the cafe later' she texted Rosaria as she yawned as she was trying to wake up she just watched the tv Charcoal_Lilly50​

 

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Mortimer Voltaire

The moment he heard claws squeaking discordantly across the glass, Mortimer nearly jumped out of his skin. Of course - he'd never tell anyone that. "What the-" His expression was torn between curiosity, confusion, and slight anger. Nevertheless, he swept on a collared coat and trademark hat. Keeping his hand on the brim, should he step outside and the sun was on his face. Alas, thankfully the rays were partially blocked by the corner of the redbrick, Victorian house. Although Mortimer appeared far more relaxed in his attire than yesterday - lacking his tie and thus leaving his top buttons unclasped down to just below his collarbone. However, he certainly cut a familiar striking figure.

The vampire checked the window initially, rubbing his thumb over the glass to make sure there had been no chipping and then turned on his heel to face the culprits. Only to find two blue eyes in return. "Rosaria?" He couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice at the revelation. Nonetheless, he noted the owl on her shoulder and put one and one together. Moving to the edge of the front garden (which he took enough pride in to keep it up to neighbourhood standards), Mortimer seemed happy to see her and both questioning the sanity of the feathered creature who hung on with a beady-eyed stare.

Clearing his throat, Voltaire then shifted to lean on his back foot. "This is - an odd surprise. A pleasure, but odd." He observed her intently, as he always did - paying attention to detail. Down to the flattering red flannel and black shirt. "I suppose you're off to work? Or under other circumstances, I'd even start to believe you were the neighbourhood peeping Tom." Mortimer grinned.
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Silas Blackwood

He was always up early on weekdays, after a brief but warm cuddle with his wife, Silas pressed his ticklish kisses to her features and rose to follow routine. Wandering around half asleep in pyjama bottoms. After a thorough wash and rinse, he tidied himself up and began walking downstairs. Passing Avery to ruffle her blonde locks of hair. Yawning again whilst trying to wake himself up properly. "Hey, sweetheart. How did you sleep? No bad dreams?" He questioned, rubbing at his eye and smoothing down his t-shirt. Hair tied back from his shoulders.

Making his way to turn the kettle on, as was his daily ritual. "What're you feeling today? Hm? Pancakes? Bacon and egg? Cereal?" Silas spoke, turning to glance over his shoulder at her tiny form, tightly embracing her rabbit plush. "Or maybe just some tea and toast. Anything the little lady wants."

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"Mortimer!" The elf exclaimed rather surprised to see that this home belonged to him. Blushing at his last statement she shook her head, "I'm not peeping, I swear." Blue eyes glancing to her shoulder she sighed, "My friend here thought that no one must of lived in your home besides mice. So I assume his stomach overpowered his brain."

Rosaria bowed respectively to the vampire. In doing so caused Hoot to fly off her shoulder and return to his daily patrol. "Please accept my apologies on Hoot's behalf," she asked before standing up straight. Never the less she gave him a small smile, "But I'll admit that it is a pleasure. And I do not have any work until later this afternoon. My earlier appointment cancelled just a bit ago."

Still smiling at him she slipped her hands into the pockets of her denim skinny jeans. "But I really didn't mean to bother you, Mortimer. Did you at least have a nice evening," she asked politely. Rosaria wanted to be able to talk to him while he was here. Unsure of when their next encounter might be.
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Avery

She looked at her dad as she smiled looking around as she stood up as she went to her father" i want pankaces" she say wrong as she couldn't say it right" and bacon" she say as she smiles looking around" is mommy or sissy up yet i want to play" she say" no bad dreams daddy she giggled when her hair was ruffuled as she smiled as she looked at him dad" can i help daddy pwease" she says as she smiled" i like cooking even the little things" she says" mama used to get me cooking to learn even at my age" she says holding on the rabbit she loved it since it was her first toy her mama gave her" do we go shooping today daddy" she says idalie​

 

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Mortimer Voltaire

There it was. That blush, the kind that flooded her cheeks with pink evenly. He doubted he could get bored of making her face glow like it did. Even so he waved his hand nonchalantly. "No need to apologise, it's enough of a miracle that I've managed to catch you as it is." He laughed. "Bother me? You've saved me again. After all, theres not much to do when the suns up."

Leaning on the fence, he managed another smile at her question. "Last night was ... as enjoyable as the night can be." He decisively remarked. Carefully wording himself as if he should slip up and say something.

"But, enough of that." He motioned toward the doctor. "How was your night? I'm sure it must've been nice." Mortimer dragged his fingertips over the wooden fence, silently tapping before he cleared his his throat. "Which reminds me, any chance I could steal you away for the morning? Seeing as you're not busy of current." He let his head fall unto his shoulder with a tilt. "Just a thought."

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[Scarlett-Wulf]

Raven woke up in one of the cities many inns, a bottle of whiskey and a spilt glass lay on the table. Groggily rubbing her eyes as Snow gently shook her. “Master, wake up Master!” He said as he wiped a bit of drool from her mouth. “You passed out from drinking again an....” being cut off by raven pulling him into her bed. Her hand idly stroking his ears which caused him to blush. A grin came across Ravens face as she held him close “m-master I don’t really think this is the best time or place to.....you are already late for your rounds”

“Who cares.....none of my men have woken me for anything so it must be calm as usual” Raven whispered into Snows ear before kissing his neck. “Besides is this kind of attention really so bad that you hate me” teasing Snow and playing innocent. Sighing after Snow turned back into a cat “fine....I’ll get up” grunting she got up and got dressed. After picking snow up she headed out of her room and down the street. Yawning as she looked around at some of the citizens passing by her. “I wish a fight would break out or someone would do anything!” She exclaimed

Snow cuddled up to his masters chest purring and smiling

“Pervert....your lucky I.....wait neither of us have eaten today....I wonder where we should eat this morning? Hm....maybe that little place near the market?” She teased knowing very well that Snow loves fresh fish.
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Rosaria gave a small chuckle in return to his question, "It was just a normal night, cook dinner then head to bed. But I'm glad that it seems like you've had a somewhat decent at the least." Her smile stayed put on her face as she spoke with the vampire in the midmorning sunlight. A bit surprised that it had seemed Mortimer was actually rather happy Hoot decided to be a nuisance towards his home.

"Steal me away for the morning?" She repeated in a questioning tone as she thought rather briefly about it. Almost immediately after repeating the question the half elf's smile got a bit bigger as she nodded her head. "I would be honored to spend the morning with you, Mortimer," Rosaria's was its normal, level tone. But you could hear the joy in it nonetheless.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"Excellent, I'll just grab my keys." He bit back a wider smile - attempting to appear not overly-enthusiastic. But he vanished inside for less than a second, cane under his arm, a scarf wrapped around his neck; pulling on his gloves whilst he walked. Locking the door, Mortimer thus jogged around and through the front gate till he stood at her side. Putting a light palm on the hollow of her back in a friendly, familiar manner. "Now, I'm often asleep or reading at this time." He admitted. "So I may have to rely on your knowledge of what's what." He remarked, giving a short laugh. "But, out of personal interest, do tell me about your job. It must be refreshing to see people healthy. Not that my complexion is anything to rave about."

Voltaire, in the eyes of his associates, must've thought he was insane by that point. Smiling and acting civil with a woman, his flirtation not heavy nor feigned, but reserved in occasional jokes and undertones. Eyes which met her own, and didn't follow her neck or figure. The biggest change being the fact he was awake and outside before dusk. Risking himself in sunlight - should anything happen of course. Of course, he would occasionally scowl at something minor, but throughout his current good mood, it was petty enough not to bring him down completely. But there was the next question, was he just happy, or had he changed? Or was happiness the cause for change? Questions remained unanswered even by him.

"You know, I wanted to study medicine when I was younger. Much younger. My father instead believed it should be better I join the military, bring pride upon the house or some backward, dated nonsense. It's quite amusing, you see, that's how I ended up in America for longer than I would've liked. Till the British accents started dying out 'round about." He glanced at her with amusement. "Really showing my age, aren't I?" Mortimer rubbed his temple. "I swear, I can use a computer."​

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Silas Blackwood
"Of course, hun. Let me grab you a chair." He remarked, pulling one up beside him for her to stand on. Consequently, he then lifted Avery up - lighter than a feather between his hands and placed her beside him. Still far taller than his adoptive daughter, but at least the girl came up to his torso now. Being so tall was oft an amusing thing, especially with his wife. "Hm? No, mummy isn't up yet. Neither is Amber. I'm sure they'll be down soon enough." He pulled out a cookbook, front cover frayed from too much use and pages beginning to yellow. Beginning to flick through the pages he then gathered up the simple ingredients from around the kitchen. "No bad dreams, huh? You must be doing real well." Blackwood pinched her cheek lightly, the affectionate kind of show as he lay out bowls, spoons and the mixer. "We'll go shopping today, but after breakfast, when everyone's awake. Stell - mum, wants to come along too. But she has to be very careful since she's got a baby. Hasn't she? It should be coming in a month or two. Isn't that exciting?"​

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"That's no trouble at all," she replied politely. Though hearing him ask about her work was a bit surprising, not many were interested in hearing all the details. Mostly if she had a good or bad day. It warmed Rosaria to know that Mortimer was genuinely interested in her occupation. "It is nice seeing my patients happy and healthy," then looking at the vampire she gave him a playful wink, "But I for one enjoy your complexion."

It was odd. Those who knew the doctor would think that she spends most of her time to make others happy. Not really stopping to make herself happy. For the most part that was true, she put others before herself. So this was somewhat of a rarity.

Rosaria's blue eyes widened a bit when she listened to Mortimer tell her about his younger years. How he wanted to study medicine. A big smile dawned her face, "I didn't know that! That's truly fascinating!" But seeing him rub his temple and mumble about using a computer and giving away his age made her chuckle, "Mortimer, I'm not bothered by your age. And I have no doubt in my mind that you can operate a computer."
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Mortimer Voltaire
"Then I have one more thing to count on, being dead handsome." His face barely gave away the fact he'd uncharacteristically and purposefully made one of the most awful puns in his lifetime. Mortimer's eyes, however, reflected the amusement and pure restraint. "I've always been interested in healing, I suppose most are at some point in their lifetimes. Whether it be magic or purely physical medicines. Mind you, it's not quite my forte anymore. Yet life is resilient as it is fragile. Wherever it may exist. And that comes from two perspectives." Came the almost philosophical thought he shared between them. Although, Voltaire really did have interest in anatomies and such - and walking with the doctor was as interesting to him as anything.

His expression showed surprise as Rosaria exclaimed her fascination - for most would rather fall asleep when he shared tidbits of information from his past. Perhaps it was the type of people he surrounded himself with or the tone in which he spoke but all the same, it warmed him to know that the doctor had some sort of interest. Glancing up her comment about age, caused him to crack another smile. Even cause for Mortimer to get flushed - if he had a lively complexion it'd show, but from the way he looked at her it was evident. Not that age mattered to a vampire, but others would shy away from the subject thinking it far too odd to acknowledge.

Clearing his throat, he brushed his gloved, cold fingertips against hers. "To be honest, I get stuck on spreadsheeting." He admitted, giving her a sideward grin. ​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Though the pun was bad, the elf chuckled anyway. It died away as she turned to look him in his redwood eyes. Listening to Mortimer's interest on healing and his philosophy on life sparked Rosaria's fascination even more. "You are right, life is very fragile. Like a baby bird in a sense. But yet jumps out of the nest and takes to the wind an attempt to fly far. Even if it means possibly meeting their demise."

Seeing his expressions change with what she said had her smiling softly. Noting his surprise and such. But see his face change when she mentioned not being bothered by age made her blush a bit. His smile was pleasant, made her heart thump a bit.

Though when she felt a coldness on the tips of her fingers she looked down. Only to find the source to be none other than Mortimer's own fingertips. So just as the day before she slowly, and gently, took ahold of his gloved hand with her own ungloved one. "Spreadsheets are pretty tricky. But they do have their perks when you think about it. Less hand written items piling up everywhere," she commented with a small smile.
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Avery

She was standing next to her dad as she smiled looking around as she smiles" yay I'm excited daddy" she says looking at the cookbook " I'm excited about the baby I never seen a baby I glad I don't have to live alone anymore I have mommy and you and big sister no more alone" she told as she smiled idalie​

 

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Mortimer Voltaire
"You make that void between life and death sound poetic." He complimented, quietening himself to listen to the thump of her heart. As a vampire, such skill and ability to focus on the pulse came naturally. But the quickened pace and flush cheeks made his own heart twist itself up in knots. Both painful and to a point he loved it. For it was the most reaction he'd garnered from his dead chest in decades. Centuries even.

Her hand wound around his, that soft, warm palm in his grasp. It caused such a reaction in his head, Mortimer was trying to keep everything under what control he had. She'd be the end of him at this rate - and the fact caused him to hold her tighter. Not enough to hurt, but offer a sense of security.

"I'm a fan of handwritten things though, but I admit, it does make workplaces a mess to contend with." His eyes caught those of her blue, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to attempt to keep himself from staring. "You know, doctor, it's been only an afternoon and this morning but I still can't think of another woman more interesting." He breathed in (for no apparent reason but to exhale it again). His other hand tucked itself into his coat pocket, turning to glance down at her. "I don't quite know what you've done to me, but for what it's worth, I think you may have healed me by standing here. Which is a big step for medical science." Voltaire grinned amusingly at the loose but true joke. He could barely think logically and yet the moment she left he appeared to sink lower into that personal pool of villainy. ​

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[The Fabulous Emerald]

Meanwhile, in the city library, the librarian seemed to be busy sitting at his front desk with his eyes closed. His two famed 'Artefacts' were floating in the air near him, and were glowing a bright white as if two small suns had fallen to the planet. Allalon decided that since today was a fairly slow day in the library, he'd spend the afternoon communing with his deity. As a result, he was sitting on his seat, cross legged, and seemed to stare off into space as his eyes glow a brilliant white - almost as brilliant as the Artefacts.

(sorry its short - I wanted to get a post out before I forgot about this thread completely. open to interaction)

 

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Silas Blackwood
He pulled her into a short, big hug at his side with a little affectionate squeeze. "Never alone." He agreed. "Especially not if I have anything to say about it. Now, how about those pancakes? And I'm sure today we can get a big family photo done before the baby comes. So we can make sure you girls are part of the family album and don't have to share that with your brother till he's on the way." He ticklishly danced his fingers up her sides before putting his hands on the counter. "Right, pass me the flour, sweetheart. We'd better get these ready before it's too late." Silas laughed, flicking on the radio by the switch. "Do you think you can flip a pancake? Use those muscles of yours?" He grinned. "Surprise Amber and mummy with those little arms." He then flexed as if a silly pre-battle haka. "Let's get these on the go!" In the way fathers exhibit enthusiasm, being completely goofy around children - Silas had mastered it. Although his biceps were practically the size of saplings - which was even funnier in comparison to that of his adoptive daughters. Setting up the basis for a mixture and turning to her to stir it in a bigger, glass bowl.​

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Avery

She just looked at her daddy as she was laughing as she was tickled as she just was standing on the chair as she passed the flour as she saw the big bowl as she just started to stir the batter for the pancakes" mommy and big sissy be happy when they wake up I usually wake up early daddy like cooking" she asks as she smiled" I can try and flip the pancake" she says idalie​

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

"Mortimer," mumbled softly as she looked up at him. The elf though he looked a bit uncomfortable when she noticed a tiny bit of change in his expression. Was it her fault? Possibly. If it was the case she didn't mean to. At any rate she'd want him to feel more comfortable than uncomfortable.

But feeling the tightening of her hand she gazed into his eyes a bit more. Stopping when they made it underneath the shade of a canopy of a storefront window. When he spoke she continued to look into his redwood orbs. Mortimer couldn't think of any other woman more interesting than herself? Rosaria's cheeks got a tad pinker.

With a soft smile the elf moved to stand in front of the vampire. Then with her opposite hand she gently placed on his cheek. Thumb brushing gingerly against his cold skin. "I don't believe medicine has anything to do with it Mortimer," Rosaria told him in a soft tone, "But I will admit that I was wrong yesterday. You are capable of being loved, cared, and fretted over. Even with your falls. But we all have them, myself included."
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Mortimer Voltaire
Her murmur of his name was something so perfectly spoken, it left him wondering if anyone else could quite say his name in the same way she did. It held a power over him, a soft quiet spoken thing as she. The morning sun was warm on his coat, sky blue - in another time, he would've thought this beautiful. That part of him still did.​

As they paused beneath the canopy, halting the walk for the moment, he least expected her to turn to him as she did. Her hand reaching up to rest upon his cheek and jaw. If he was human, he'd of stopped breathing altogether. Nevertheless, he overlapped her palm with his against his face, Mortimer leaning into the action. "I know it doesn't." He whispered in that baritone silk. "Because it's you."

He looked down momentarily to his feet. "You were right. At first. But there's something about you, Doctor. It makes me want to try. I could handle not being loved, nor cared for - I was more interested in breaking what others had, abusing it, but not you Rosaria. And I don't understand whats happening to me." Voltaire met her eyes. Redwood and blue. "I can't think anymore."​

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