Fantasy The City of Myths

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Hearing the vampire mention his favorite color she made a note of his. Though rolled her eyes playful when he gave his reasoning. However a chuckle soon followed, "I believe you." But when Mortimer asked about her middle name she blushed in embarrassment. "I do," she told him.

"It's a bit embarrassing though," Rosaria commented. Glancing away she also rubbed the back of her neck with the opposite hand, "My middle name is Fay. As in fairy." Letting the hand that was on her neck return to hanging naturally after having told him this new information. Soon though she smiled, "What about you Mortimer? Do you have a middle name?" Out of her peripheral vision she noticed the café that appeared to be relatively close, give or take a bit of distance.
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[KaraRPMikaelsonFray]

Luke Wayland
Luke smiled looking at her then wrote his name, "Luke." He then wrote more, "What are you doing out here?"

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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just looked at him as she looked at her notebook' oh I was bored I suppose to be homeschooled but the cafe not open yet so I just here playing my guitar it was the only few things made me happy when I lived with my parents' she wrote as she smiled KaraRPMikaelsonFray​

 

[eclipsehowls]

Rhagedus
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Rhagedus made his way towards the local school district within the city. He found it easier to relate to other children of varying myths and races as a child himself, than as an adult. Clothed in attire consisting of brown pants and a green shirt with his brown boots, his dagger at his hip like it always was. He worked as a healer and scholar but he enjoyed the opportunity to attend school, even if he had been doing so for the past three years and learning the same information over and over. Approaching the school, he stopped to look around and then checked the tall clock within the courtyard, seeing he had about half an hour before it would officially start. Not many took him seriously with the age he presented himself as but the children were surrounded by adults and would need someone their own age to be comfortable around, someone they could look up to was the way he looked at it. (Open for interaction)

Lorturim Yalkud
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Slipping into a green kimono with flowers and leaves embroidered on the right shoulder and on the left side of the bottom of the outfit, a brown sash with a rope tied around it, Lorturim poured himself a cup of coffee, mixing cream into the blackness to take away the bitterness and set about preparing a bowl of cereal with two boiled eggs and a piece of toast. His red hair was tied back in a ponytail like it usually was as he stood at the stove and waited for the eggs to boil. This peaceful aura about the city was disgusting. Lorturim yearned for the ability to feast on the fallen, no matter their side, for the fear and pain that others would go through during war time. Once his toast and eggs were done, he slathered the bread with strawberry jam, pouring himself a box of cheerios and making his way outside to the patio where he could eat and soak in the sun's rays, his natural inclination being towards caves and the sky. (Open for interaction)

 

[KaraRPMikaelsonFray]

Luke Wayland
Luke smiled and​

Rhagedus
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Rhagedus made his way towards the local school district within the city. He found it easier to relate to other children of varying myths and races as a child himself, than as an adult. Clothed in attire consisting of brown pants and a green shirt with his brown boots, his dagger at his hip like it always was. He worked as a healer and scholar but he enjoyed the opportunity to attend school, even if he had been doing so for the past three years and learning the same information over and over. Approaching the school, he stopped to look around and then checked the tall clock within the courtyard, seeing he had about half an hour before it would officially start. Not many took him seriously with the age he presented himself as but the children were surrounded by adults and would need someone their own age to be comfortable around, someone they could look up to was the way he looked at it. (Open for interaction)

Lorturim Yalkud
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Slipping into a green kimono with flowers and leaves embroidered on the right shoulder and on the left side of the bottom of the outfit, a brown sash with a rope tied around it, Lorturim poured himself a cup of coffee, mixing cream into the blackness to take away the bitterness and set about preparing a bowl of cereal with two boiled eggs and a piece of toast. His red hair was tied back in a ponytail like it usually was as he stood at the stove and waited for the eggs to boil. This peaceful aura about the city was disgusting. Lorturim yearned for the ability to feast on the fallen, no matter their side, for the fear and pain that others would go through during war time. Once his toast and eggs were done, he slathered the bread with strawberry jam, pouring himself a box of cheerios and making his way outside to the patio where he could eat and soak in the sun's rays, his natural inclination being towards caves and the sky. (Open for interaction)

(You can come join me an Texangamer if you want.)

 

[eclipsehowls]

Lorturim Yalkud
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Being a small breakfast, it didn't take long for Lorturim to consume the small meal. He carried his dishes back inside and washed them, leaving them in the dish rack to dry before drying his hands on a hand towel. Taking his sword from where it rested in his study, he slid it in the black sheath and then slipped the weapon through the sash so it rested at his left hip. Pulling on a pair of black boots made of the hide of a fallen dragon, he made his way back outside and proceeded to wander through town as he had nothing else exciting to do. Making his way along the main street through the city, he soon spotted movement out of the corner of his eye and changed direction, a short while later emerging on the scene of a man he had seen around the city speaking with the resident mute child of the town. Lorthurim didn't trust other people and so often avoided them, or rather they tended to avoid him thanks to the predatory aura he emitted. Texangamer KaraRPMikaelsonFray

 

[KaraRPMikaelsonFray]

Luke Wayland
"So it's just you then? And what do you mean when you said you were a mute?" Luke wrote on the paper and showed her tilting his head. In all of his years he has lived he never heard of a mute before. He then looked over at the man watching them and starred at him with his eyes glowing.​

 

[eclipsehowls]

Lorturim Yalkud
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Twin tendrils of flame appeared out of Lorturim's nostrils as he saw one of the other city residents staring at him, the figure's own eyes glowing. His eyes easily made out the words upon the paper, even from where he was standing which was in the middle of the street. *She can't talk, whether due to damage to her vocal chords or because she chooses not to speak,* Lorthurim's melodious voice rumbled in the head of the other male stranger. This was accompanied by a roll of his violet orbs as the dragon wasn't impressed that someone didn't get what a mute was in the modern era. Texangamer KaraRPMikaelsonFray

Words written between *word* are telepathy.

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
"How is that embarrassing? I think it's a wonderful middle name, stands for something magic and beautiful - which you certainly qualify for." Mortimer winked, till he let out a heavy sigh his eyes inching slowly away so he didn't have to see her expression for the reveal. "I do, have a middle name. It's Charles. After King Charles, my parents were royalists. They almost called me Egbert after the first King of England, but my grandmother stopped them. She demanded I be called after my male line which happens to be French." He did a polite rotation of his wrist, putting his fingertips over his chest in etiquette. "Alors maintenant, mon nom est Mortimer." It rolled off Voltaire's tongue like a native speaker.

Mort, on reaching the cafe noted the current obscurement from the sun out front and flickered his attention from the seating outside to the ones inside. "Have any particular preference? Both are sheltered." The vampire then added "-I'm also adept at frightening people off. So there's that." His face, depending on the conversation or who he spoke to, change dramatically. From one to the other. A minute he was smiling, the next glaring down a child who stared too long.​

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[idalie]

Silas Blackwood

As Krystellia took over cooking, Silas gave a sheepish grin. Nonetheless he heard Avery's complaint and ducked into the fridge - wrapping an icepack in a tea-towel. "Put this on your jaw, sweetheart." He remarked, falling to crouch on his haunches whilst running a hand affectionately over her hair. "There we are. Why don't you go play with Amber before breakfasts ready?" He suggested, standing back up with a smile. Alas, he turned to his stepson, and gave the lad a light punch on the arm. "How was it in Underland, kiddo?" Blackwood questioned. However, a morning of running around after Avery's injuries had left Silas reminding himself that children were quite possibly the most odd and hard to tame creatures on the planet. Exhaling whilst leaning back into the counter. His features creasing with smiles that wore lines in the nymph's features. Of course woodland nymphs only aged when they'd been too long gone from the forests - but it was every so often you'd realise even in their human forms how things like age made them act.
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(Lil' extra picture I found which sums up his luscious locks)

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[RoseAstasia]

AMBER

Amber walked over and smelled the pancakes, “Smells good!” She looked around the kitchen and looked at the cooking untinsels, “What does this do? What does that do? That looks fun. This thing looks weird.” She was holding a whisk. “Hey, mornings are one of the most busy times at cafes right? Is there anyone there?”

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VICTOR

Victor was still pressed against the glass, small streams of water were now running out his eyes, causing him to shrink a little bit.

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Rosaria smiled when complimented her, blushing a bit at the wink, "Thank you." Though when he started to look away from her she became confused. That was until he started to speak, now she understood. "Well I think it suits you, better than Egbert would. But I didn't know you were a royalist," she soon grew quiet though, and listened to him speak. In French no less. "Your French is beautiful," the elf complimented as her blue orbs twinkled a bit with fascination.

When she reached the café with Mortimer, her hand was still holding on to his. "I wouldn't mind sitting inside," the elf replied as she glanced to see that there were a few open tables indoors. But when he mentioned how he has a tendency to scare people off she smiled softly at him, "Well I for one am not frightened of you, but I guess you already knew that. You shouldn't let that get to you though. If they leave then that's their own choice." Squeezing his hand gently to reassure him, "I certainly won't leave."
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[Leo Radomir]

Snow holds onto Raven’s arm to help her walk, leading her towards the mans path. “Snow....you don’t have to do this really, just helping me get dressed this morning was enough...” she told him only to get pinched by snow

“Hush, this gentleman has offered to feed us this morning and help you with your hangover now stop complaining” Snow whispered to her as he let go of Raven and shoved her towards Rengal. “Look out!” He called to him.

Raven stumbled towards him, her balance not quite back yet as she felt herself fall right into Rengals back then begin to fall towards the ground, only to hear Snow snickering at her.
Leo Radomir

Rengal swiftly turns on his heal and reaches out and catches her and says" my my what a mischievous boy you are snow but yes i'm a man off my word, and i don't mean to be rude but till she can hold her liquor i would watch the amount she drinks, yes she can glare and scowl at me all she wants but if one is too messed up to even walk what good is that to them in the long run". He gently puts her over his shoulder because having to keep supporting her by holding her up would just be far to much hassle and if she does puke it would end up on the ground and not him. ' i'll probably get slapped for this but i'm worried about her and it would be a shame to see such a pretty face and good figure just go to mush'.

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
He gave her an amused look. "If I was called Egbert, and you still loved me, that'd be a miracle in itself." Mortimer remarked, laughing to himself. Perhaps even at himself. As the thought of being called Egbert was as daunting and amusing as anything. But as the humour wore off he squeezed her hand and leant in to kiss the top of her head. "You're sweet, doctor." His eyes creasing with the smile that emerged on his face. "Oh, not a royalist anymore. After the American and French revolutions, I began to despise the monarchy. Mind you, a few cousins died here and there. I was even a communist at one point - after staying in Russia for the revolution there too. But that was a long time ago now." He looked up through the corner of his eye with thought. "Ah, but thank you. French is my second language." Voltaire proudly stated.

"As long as you don't leave - I'm sure I'll be fine." Mortimer uttered, gazing momentarily at her blue irises till taking initative and pushing open the café door - bell ringing. Surveying the scene for anyone he knew. Relaxing slightly when it turned up negative, the vampire let go of her palm and wrapped his arm around Rosaria's waist - not intrusively but to politely guide the doctor to one of the free tables. One seat next to the window, the other out of sight of it.​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

The doctor giggled at his humor, even if he had a different name he'd still be the same vampire she knows now. When she felt the squeeze of her hand and a pair of cold lips on her head, even for a brief moment, she couldn't help but to feel warm and fuzzy. His comment though caused Rosaria to smile back at Mortimer. Listening to his small story though caught her interest. Mortimer had been through a lot in all these years as the Earth grew and prospered into the era it was stuck in now. She could only imagine what that was like.

Though when Mortimer did open the door to the establishment, the halfling noticed that he seemed to be scoping it out. Confused, and also rather curious. However she was going to save such a question for later. "Thank you," Rosaria said politely as she stepped inside. The blast of cold air felt nice. Feeling the vampire's hand letting go of her own and moving to her waist she looked up at Mortimer. "How about we sit away from the window. It might be one less distraction that way," she suggested.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
Removing his hat respectively, the vampire looked down at her suggestion. "Well, whatever the lady wants." He smiled, searching for another table to Rosaria's preference. Alighting on a neat corner which seemed quieter among the gentle murmurings of conversations and clatter of plates. He pointed and arched a brow in question. "What about that one?" Mortimer suggested.

Of course, he didn't want Rosaria and his friends mingling. And he used the term 'friends' very loosely. The doctor was far too nice to get involved with that side of his character. To think what they would say or do - it worried him to an extent. Lest not forget a few poisonous old lovers who were still bitter. Nay, he wanted to keep Rosaria as safe as he could. The elf touched by fire. She was his - as possessive as it sounded, it only meant that this undead would lay down his life.​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

"I think it'll do nicely," looking over to the table he pointed out. Glancing up to Mortimer, she had noticed that he had removed his hat out of social custom for when one enters a building. It was a bit different, but it was a good kind. "Well I do know of a few things I'd like to know about you while we're here," Rosaria mentioned as they made their way over to the table.

Though when her blue eyes glancing up at the man from long ago she noticed something. He seemed to be thinking. Not because of his bit of silence, but she could see a subtle change in expression. However, Rosaria found it best to ask him about it. Not yet. Right now she wanted to get to know who the real Mortimer was. So that question, would be saved for a later time.
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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just looked at them' you know I can hear right don't treat me like I'm the mute girl who can't talk it was a car crash okay the doctors said I lost my vocal cords' she wrote as she looked over at the man that was looking at them as she sighed she hated not talking for getting judged for it she don't go to school anymore she ran away from home she lives with a doctor that has custody over her' do you want to go to the cafe I don't have friends cause of my condition' she wrote looking over to the guy' how do you not know what mute is' she laughed KaraRPMikaelsonFray eclipsehowls​

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
He walked over, pulling off his gloves and placing them on a spare seat with the hat to keep them out the way. Then, in a chivalrous move of a bygone century, which was as charming as it seemed, Mortimer pulled out a chair for Rosaria. As much as these mannerisms were the sort depicted in Jane Austen novels, Mortimer had them drilled into his mind from a young age by nannies and parents alike. Thus for him, it was more mechanical than anything else. "Really? I wonder what they may be, because I have my own questions for you. And the answers I plant to commit to memory." Voltaire replied, getting her sat down before he took his own seat opposite. Eye to eye. Pale hands clasped beneath his chin.

For once, his features were unconcealed by the brim of his hat - and scarf at that which he brought up around his neck. A lock falling to frame his temple from his groomed appearance, which was oddly out of place on a man so precise as himself. But without his tie, it made Mortimer appear less like a funeral director and far more comfortable. Even if there was the occasional shadow at the back of his mind which worried the vampire over petty things.
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Charcoal_Lilly50

 

[eclipsehowls]

(Lorturim is speaking telepathically to Luke. So far, he hasn't spoken with actual words to anyone. Texangamer )

 

[Texangamer]

opps sorry I can edit)

 

[eclipsehowls]

(It's fine. Just an FYI for anyone, anything written between *word* is telepathy for my dragon.) Texangamer

 

[Texangamer]

I just forgot about that)

 

[eclipsehowls]

(I'll respond when I get home.)

 

[Texangamer]

Avery

She just looked at her dad as she held his hand looking at her sister with her mom" but she in the kitchen with mommy i stay with daddy my tooth is lose maybe the tooth fairy come tonight" she say as she looked at her big brother smiling as she was happy" I'm Avery big brother" she says holding onto silis shirt idalie​