Fantasy The Illustrious Estate of Lord Solberg v3 - In Character

[Midnight Paragon]

The dramatic man shook his head with a sigh, crossing his arms tightly. "Oh, theres not much you can do to help, Ms. Sharp. These are but the musings of a man who wanted no part in a life such as this. Still, you offering is enough for me; I appreciate the sentiment." Julius told her with a wry smile and a wave of his hand to accent it. The wayward woman asked of Robert, and Julius raised an eyebrow for a second. Oh, she wasnt around when he introduced him! Right. He pulled a small vial from his coat pocket where the green slime was, albeit a tiny bit bigger than before. "This is Robert. He is my solution to the problem. It took a bit of experimentation, but I managed to create a rare form of semi-extinct, man-eating slime. Robert here will be consuming me in order to bring Mother and Father back!" He exclaimed to her, raising his hands in the air as if it was the best news he had told all day.

And it almost was. Considering everything that had gone on today, making some time to tell someone else of his plan to get things back to normal was a bit cathartic for him. He was still confident in his decision, and he held no doubts to its success. "Genius, right? I even astound myself sometimes." He said with a bit of an arrogant scoff, placing the vial back into his coat.

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[LadyLuckTakeTheWheel]

Klarion scoffed as he climbed the stairs. His steel boot heels made contact with the marble, making a loud clack that echoed through the house. He swept up the staircase, coat swishing behind him as if he were a vampire. As he climbed higher, he realised how much he contrasted his surroundings. The house, as big as it was, was always bright. Gold and white colour scheme, elegant touches. Yet, here he was, dressed in red and black like a sinister candy cane. He snorted. His fingers traced patterns along the banister and found a scorch mark. The man frowned. He had forgotten that was there. His mother had berated him for hours about it. That was the first time he ran away. He shook his head, before puffing at the crimson hair in his eyes.

“Are we still having the ball this year?”

Klarion pretended to be thinking, “Hmm well, I suppose so,” He strode by his sister’s side, “Oh, thats right. Julius will be dead before then.” He inspected his nails, cigarette in his teeth, “That sure would be a problem for planning.” The crimson man took the now worn down cigarette from his lips and burnt it up in his palm, “I suppose I would have to take charge won’t I?” He didn’t bother to hide the glee in his voice, “when he gets swallowed up.”

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[Benthelame]

The estate wasn't far. That was something Cecilia couldn't help but feel grateful for. With so much on her mind, sleeping would be a little difficult to accomplish but it couldn't hurt much to try. She'd wander into the kitchen and ask Jasmine for something warm to eat-- maybe even a little tea to go with it. The trip to the tavern had served its purpose a little better than expected. For just a few hours, her feelings were her own and she'd even return home with a bit of a souvenir. If the claims regarding it were true, the book might not be the best gift for a young and curious child; the eerie cold that seeped steadily into her bones had distracted her from putting them to the test. The day had been full of strange and unexpected meetings but which of these was the strangest was a question for the ages. She grimaced a little, catching sight of the star she'd summoned earlier. It was waiting faithfully for its chance to wander. " That idiot. Letting a Lunatonne stay in our house. He's lost it." Sleep had gone from being unlikely to out of the question. She marched into the house and seized the first butler that caught her eye, "Where is she?"

"Lady Cecilia, I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more specific," the man informed, He stifled the laughter that threatened to burst forth from his throat, "Donna is in the Music Room with Lord Julius, Miss Genevieve has retired to her room. Alannah is showing Wayne White to his quarters and Victoria has made an absolute mess of the laundry." He took a deep breath.
"Donna is here?... Wait, no I mean the Lunatonne. Where is the Lunatonne?" The butler swallowed a little. " She decided to retire early. Check the guest rooms," he answered. Without a moment's hesitation, Cecilia continued her journey though the destination had become unclear. One foot wanted to make a beeline for Bianca's room, the other wanted to head for the Music Room and connect with Julius's face. It was an argument that neither won. Instead, her arms tired of the small load they carried. "I'll be in the Library. Have Jasmine bring me some tea," she instructed the butler.

 

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“Hmm, well, I suppose so." She glanced up to him as he quickened his pace to walk beside her. "Oh, that's right. Julius will be dead before then. That sure would be a problem for planning. I suppose I would have to take charge, won’t I? When he gets swallowed up.”

"Klarion-!" Alannah's eyes widened and she let out a soft gasp. She knew nobody was particularly happy with Julius' sudden rise to power - to be perfectly honest, she wasn't either - but Klarion almost seemed too excited that their brother had a death wish. She pouted slightly as she stared up at the taller being, "Don't tell me you're not going to try and stop him. Even if he does make a terrible lord, he's our brother. We can't just allow him to do...- to be consumed by some weird blob!"

She briefly glanced behind her to the small boy, trailing on her heels, her eyebrows furrowed, then back up at Klarion. She let out a small sigh.

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[LadyLuckTakeTheWheel]

The Crimson man looked down at his sister, “Tell me exactly why I should care for him.” His mouth twitched in a snarl, “What has he done for me other than despise me and cast me aside?” His steel boot heels cracked against the floor but the sound could not compare to the sharpness of his voice. His velvet sing song voice was replaced by a growl, “We are brothers in blood and name only. Not spirit or want.” His voice was growing louder, “If it were me, he would do NOTHING.” He spat, “But no when he gets in trouble it all falls to me because I’M the second eldest. Am I really? He sure as hell doesn’t treat me like I am!” He shoved his hands in his pockets, not wanting to burn his sister, “I think he knows that, in the end, I’m the only one who can keep this damn family SAFE.”
He sincerely looked as if he were going to kill someone. In one swift movement, he plunged his dagger deep into the painting to his left with a loud thwack. The painting was a portrait of the Solberg Siblings. The blade had sliced directly into Julius’ head.

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[Yatasal]

"This is Robert. He is my solution to the problem. It took a bit of experimentation, but I managed to create a rare form of semi-extinct, man-eating slime. Robert here will be consuming me in order to bring Mother and Father back!"

Donna's breath caught in her throat, and she felt her hands and face grow cold. She had studied oozes, and for a few moments Donna was fascinated by the tiny creature. Before she fully heard the rest of his speech she immediately took a step to examine the slime closer. "He's so small," Donna said to herself. "Semi-extinct, you said? You must've bred for him with larger oozes, perhaps. I would love to see your notes, of course. But how did you overcome Hawthorne's Theorem..." Her voice trailed off as she realized that she was rambling. She took a respectful step back, realizing that she had somewhat invaded Julius' personal space. She collected herself, and then processed through what Julius had said.

"Genius, right? I even astound myself sometimes."

Certainly that was one word for it. Oozes were notoriously hard to come by, breeding some hadn't been something Donna had even attempted. But his last words stuck out in her mind like a flesh-wound on one of her patients. "Robert here will be consuming me in order to bring Mother and Father back!" How could he... How could he consider suicide as a likely solution? How could he consider leaving them and expecting that to make it all better. Did he really think they all valued him so little? "My lord..." her voice caught, and she wasn't sure what to say. "I think... that..."
It's not my place, it's not my place... The words echoed in her head. Think, think, think. "I think perhaps you should wait," Donna found herself saying. "Robert needs to be cared for. He's... He won't be big enough for your purpose, not for another few weeks. Could I watch over him for the time being? While you attend to the Midseason Ball preparations."

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Julius shrugged as he wandered over to the stained glass window, the sun steadily setting, though it set a very pretty glow over the room, covering the two of them in a myriad of light. "Oh, it wasnt anything that complicated. Slimes are pretty easy to come by actually. The only reason these ones are almost extinct is...well, cause they're stupid, for lack of better words. They didnt have the intelligence to move after their prey, not like more common variants. I guess you could call them lazy. Recreating one of his kind was trivial; it was getting that lazy factor just right that was the hard bit." He said in a bit of a disinterested manner. He didnt miss when she stepped closer, but decided not to bring it up; she stepped back shortly after anyway.

But her suggestion is what caught him off guard. He turned around to her with a raised eyebrow. "What, give him up? No no no! I cant do that! I have to look after him constantly when hes feeding, especially with how rare the ingredients I have to give him to accelerate the process. I appreciate the offer Ms. Sharp, but this is my task. I can still help with the ball; Isaac or...maybe Alannah will just have to host it in my absence." He said, putting a hand to his chin in thought. He hadn't really thought that through; all he knew was that Klarion was in no place to host a ball. Besides, Mother and Father wouldnt take that long to come back.....

....right?

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“Tell me exactly why I should care for him. What has he done for me other than despise me and cast me aside? We are brothers in blood and name only. Not spirit or want. If it were me, he would do NOTHING. But, no, when he gets in trouble it all falls to me because I’M the second eldest. Am I really? He sure as hell doesn’t treat me like I am!" Alannah noticed he shoved his hands in his pockets. The air was getting warm. "I think he knows that, in the end, I’m the only one who can keep this damn family SAFE."

Alannah's mouth opened, but no words escaped. Her mind went blank, unable to find a proper way to respond. Was there even a right way? Saying one thing meant badmouthing one brother but disagreeing meant betraying the other. And, if she was being perfectly honest, Klarion did have some logic woven in between his hatred. Her hands balled into a fist. Outside, the rain pelted against the windows ever so slightly.

"He loves you," Alannah murmured softly. To be perfectly honest, she couldn't tell if her own words were a lie. "He might not show it, but he does."

"He-," Alannah paused.

Why am I defending him?
This isn't my job.
I shouldn't have to... no.
We're family. He's my brother. How could I think of such a thing? It's my responsibility to stick up for him.

She continued to walk for a moment and let the loud silence trail after. "We can't let him die, Klarion. I know he's not the best brother sometimes but he does care for us." Alannah hesitated on the last part of her sentence. It was a bit hard to say after hearing Julius' plan to selfishly get himself eaten by a green blob. The rain struck harder. "We... that's... this is..." Her brain struggled to settle on a side to stand. It felt as though a pair of invisible hands were playing a game of tug-a-war, yanking at her mind, but instead of one side winning, Alannah was just being torn in two.

The rain grew heavier.

They neared the bedroom. Alannah's head perked up. "Ah, there's the room!" She said eagerly, her hands so tightly clasped together, her fingers were turning red. She avoided eye contact with her brother. She didn't think she'd be able to keep face if she looked at him.

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[LadyLuckTakeTheWheel]

The crimson boy said nothing, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would say things Wayne was too young to hear.

“We can’t let him die, Klarion.”

Klarion’s nostrils were flaring. He snatched his dagger from the portrait. His inspected its ruby encrusted hilt. His initials were carved into the blade. KDS. He was struck with a pang of hatred. Darling. Why the hell would they give him the name Darling? Klarion was again reminded of his older brother. He clenched his fists so hard, his nails drew blood. It dripped down his wrists, leaving crimson branches that swirled and twisted against his snow white skin.

He would stop his brother. He would tie him to his bed for days on end if he had to. Not because he gave a shit about him, because he didn’t want to see the look in his sister’s eyes that he was seeing right now ever again.

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By the unspoken rule of the manor, Alannah understood which room was Cecilia's apprentice's by it being the only guest bedroom whose door was left open. "This one should be it," she stated as she gestured for Wayne to check inside the room.

Klarion's lack of response startled Alannah. She was used to him always having something to say, but, for once, no snarky or bitter remarks fled his mouth. She peered behind her, sneaking a small glance at him. He seemed lost in thought. She wondered what was going on in his head. Alannah silently hoped it was nothing resentful towards her nor Julius. It only took a few seconds for her to notice the thin stream of blood dripping down his arms. With a small frown, she gingerly approached Klarion, as if stepping on glass, then reached a small hand out to hover a few inches from the nail marks. A purple aura glowed from her fingers then seeped into her brother's wound. In a few seconds, the marks gradually disappeared. "I think..." The original sentence dissipated from her tongue. "It's late. We should all retire for the night."

The rain outside drummed at a constant rhythm, somewhere in between a light shower and heavy rain.

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[TeslaRolePlays]

Wayne seemed to not have a care in the world, he didn't really know anyone here well enough to form an opinion in the matter. Klarion seemed to have a large ego, but so did Klarion. At least Klarion's was fun. He was amazed by the room, even though it was just a guest room, it was the nicest bedroom he had seen in his life. He was almost scared to sleep here for fear of messing something up. He walked out of the room for a second. "Are you sure this is mine? There must be some sort of mistake. This room is to nice for a guest room. Maybe a family members bedroom, but definitely not a guest room." The child seemed flabbergasted. And if this was his room, he was scared his mind might ACTUALLY blow up.

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[LadyLuckTakeTheWheel]

Klarion looked at his sister as she placed her hand over his wounds. He looked defeated. There were dark circles beneath his eyes that hadn’t been there before. His entrancing ruby eyes were dull. His unwavering smirk was gone, replaced by a flat line.

Without saying a word, the man pulled his younger sister into a hug. “I’m sorry.” His voice was a crackle. He sounded as if he had been crying for hours, “I’m trying. But I can’t-“ He stopped just as his voice cracked before resuming, “take it anymore.” His hands were still emitting soft pops. Klarion sighed as he buried his head in her shoulder, “I’m sorry I’m the crap big brother.” There was no emotion in his voice. No sing-song bounciness. Just words. If Klarion broke even for a second, he feared it would all come crashing down. 28 years of pent up rage would come out all at once. He couldn’t let that happen. Klarion looked up at Wayne, “All yours kid, go nuts. Trash the place, for all we care.” He managed a small smirk, “I mean, if it were me,” He winked, “that room wouldn’t live to see another day.”

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[rivers and oceans]

Jasmine Asta - Housecook
Jasmine has been finishing up some of her household duties after the tea party, having made a large portion of food for the children of the servants working within the estate. While most ate their meals without much fuss, some were still going through their 'picky eater' stage and those meals required more preparations in order for them to eat all of what was on their plates. She would often make sandwiches into shapes or animals, fruits would be cut up into intricate little flowers, drinks served in fun cups that sparkled with magic, and after dinner desserts would be given to the children who ate all their meals. While it was fun hosting large formal events, making cute meals for children was always the most fun part of her job since she was able to become more creative with her presentations.

Jasmine had a few left overs and decided to pack them into little meal boxes and save them in the cooling chests that was regulated by magic. She could still remember the day that Lord Solberg came home from the magic market with such device, it allowed food items to be stored and preserved in cold temperatures, an invention that was far beyond it's time. Being able to save meals allowed servants of the house to grab and take meals if they were hungry or needed to feed their families. While it wasn't a big deal to ask Jasmine to make them a fresh meal, there were times when she was too busy to cater to someone's wishes and therefore having such resource on hand helped her keep everyone fed.

While she was able to pack as much food as she could into several containers, there was still a few leftover food items such as fruit and baked goods that would only be wasted away if not eaten soon. Instead of throwing them away, she opened the kitchen windows and waited a few minutes. Within the few moments that passed, she could hear rattling and little squeaks crawling up to the window. "Oh hello Vinnie, you've came just in time!" The young chef spoke with much enthusiasm in her voice, as if seeing an old friend after weeks without communication. Vinnie was the father of five children and husband to Willow, his loving wife who often looked after the children when he went out and scavenged for food. "I have a few fruits and scones and there was even leftovers for a few bits of fish for you as well! Isn't that wonderful?" Just like with the food earlier, she packed the food for Vinnie into a little container for him to take, "Here you go Vinnie, how are the kids?" As he responded with a few squeaks, rain began pouring down a little heavier than light, "Well I shouldn't keep you waiting, it seems that rain may get heavier and you need to get back to your family after all, " The little hands reached out and grabbed the container, taking hold of her index finger and giving it a few jagged shakes up and down before the raccoon skurred off into the darkness of the rain. "Bye bye!" Giving the little guy a small wave before closing her window.

"Ms. Jasmine, I hope I'm not interrupting you--" "Not at all Mr. Weston, I just finished cooking for the children." The butler gave her a short smile before continuing, "Well I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Cecilia requests tea be brought to her in the library." "Sounds good, I'll be there shortly. Thank you." Thanking the butler before he excused herself, her set a kettle of water to boil on the fire, preparing another cart of tea items and a small bowl of berries on the side and a warm night meal to satisfy an empty stomach.

It did not take long before Jasmine was on her way out of the kitchen once more, pushing a smaller cart for tea towards the library. She walked with a small bounce in her steps, rather excited to serve the Solberg family members and perhaps even catch a bit of conversation with Cecilia. Knocking on the large library doors before entering, she quickly made her presents known before approaching the rather frustrated seeming Cecilia. "Hello Ms. Cecilia, I have the tea and a few evening treats prepared. What type of tea were you interested in having tonight? Are you having a hard time finding sleep perhaps?" Jasmine spoke with a gentle and soothing tone, the smile on her face never seeming to waver and her expressions always seemed kind enough to talk to.

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[Benthelame]

Cecilia had been sitting in one of the many available chairs. The ticking of a nearby clock did little to soothe her mood and the onset of rain was no better. She flinched when the doors finally opened. At least someone in the household was in good spirits. Jasmine's question lingered in the air for just a moment before Cecilia shrugged, "Never really drink it myself. I don't have the slightest idea what would be good." Her countenance brightened somewhat at the mention of treats. Cecilia was like a child when it came to sugar. It was a trait that became even more apparent during times of duress. "As far as sleep goes, you're right. I can't sleep knowing that Bianca is here. I'm absolutely certain that I don't want to. "
She looked warily at the meal, then back at Jasmine as if wondering what the cook had done to it. After a few moments more, she decided that she was a little too hungry to care. "It must have been difficult getting all of that wine out of the carpet. Not to mention making sure that we didn't kill each other at that disaster of a tea party," she laughed. "Feelings are little more than toys when it comes to your magic. Isn't that right?"

 

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The child walked into the room, and layed down on the bed. He wanted to bathe, so he checked to see if the room had a bathroom attached. It did end up having one, and walked outside. "Where it the nearest public water pump? I need to get some for a bath." In the early 1800's most wealthy households had staff for that, but Wayne was completely unaware of this concept, for as we all know, he was not born into a wealthy household. (Sorry for short post, I don't see much to react 2)

 

[Yatasal]

"Oh, it wasnt anything that complicated. Slimes are pretty easy to come by actually. The only reason these ones are almost extinct is...well, cause they're stupid, for lack of better words. They didnt have the intelligence to move after their prey, not like more common variants. I guess you could call them lazy. Recreating one of his kind was trivial; it was getting that lazy factor just right that was the hard bit."

Well, he isn't wrong, Donna thought. A slime was different than an ooze in that regard, but still. Slimes generally didn't have any more mobility than urchins or starfish. If he expected to be rapidly consumed by it, he would be mistaken. Still, the logistics of his getting consumed wasn't the problem--the idea that he needed to be consumed in order to bring his parents back was.

"What, give him up? No no no! I cant do that! I have to look after him constantly when hes feeding, especially with how rare the ingredients I have to give him to accelerate the process. I appreciate the offer Ms. Sharp, but this is my task. I can still help with the ball; Isaac or...maybe Alannah will just have to host it in my absence."

Donna bit her lip. "My lord, I am sorry for implying you'd give him up. But perhaps... I do have experience in raising magical creatures. I am not suggesting you give him up, rather, I am suggesting that you allow me to give him that constant attention while you attend to your duties. Please, my lord. Robert will be well-tended to, you have my word." She held her breath, waiting for his response. She had taken another subconscious step forward, maintaining a soft, pleading eye contact with Julius. And you are far too important for me let you do this. But that doesn't mean Robert deserves any less than a full, healthy life, she wanted to add, but was afraid that if she countered Julius' plan more than trying to convince him to let her take care of Robert that it would backfire on her.

In the back of her head, she ran through everything she knew about slimes and oozes, which was not much. But she knew where to find more information, which was the important thing. Other researchers, books, and most importantly, Julius' notes. Having just come off her journey, she was eager to get started on researching her fifelli specimen. But she hadn't actually started that yet, and since she had closed or completed all of her other projects before she left, her schedule was wide open. She'd have plenty of time to take care of Robert and the fifelli egg. And if it meant keeping Julius alive, she would do it in a heartbeat. Please, she silently begged. See reason, Julius.

 

[Benthelame]

As the shadows sank over the Solberg estate, Caspian darted from one to another like a moth to flame. It had never occurred to him that the hired help of the household wouldn't appreciate the presence of a rodent, much less how seriously they would take their job. It was only now, as the determined feet of a butler gave him chase that he was beginning to understand. How he'd caught the determined man's eye was unclear, but as he scampered the darkened halls he couldn't help but wish that he hadn't. He leapt upward the best that he could, narrowly avoiding being crushed beneath the weight of the stubborn shoe. "I'll get it. I'll get it, the filthy vermin" the butler growled. Caspian darted sideways slipped narrowly beneath the nearest door. For all the plotting and scheming, he'd ended up right back outside. Pathetic. Pathetic . Pathetic. he chided himself inwardly. Stealth and subtlety wouldn't work, at least not this way.

Darkness swallowed the tiny form that was his current body-- it invaded every limb and robbed them of their shape and existence altogether. The shadows swirled like thickened smog and took another form; this one was that of a young male-- a spirited boy that nobody remembered. He blinked before stepping out into the open. With the sun setting and most of the servants inside, the dangers were few. " Water Pump?" he questioned "You do know they have servants for that, right?"
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Wayne turned red slightly at the other's question. "Uh... Er... No..." He sighes, he wasn't used to the whole rich household thing. He had always had to go get the water himself, at least since he was about 7. "I've always had to get it for myself. Ever since I was about 7. I didn't know such a thing existed." He was still slightly red, embarrassed by his lack of social knowledge . "I don't believe I know you. What's your name?"

 

[Benthelame]

Caspian laughed a little. "I see. So you're obviously not related to the people who live here. The name's Caz," he answered with a smile.

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"Yep. I just got here today." He was still very confused as to how all of this worked. But he shrugged it off. " Oh ya.. I guess I should tell you, my name's Wayne. " He sighed a bit. "So how exactly do I get someone to do that for me?"

 

[Benthelame]

"You ask a maid or butler. That's how people typically get things isn't it?" Caspian answered. Whoever this kid was, he was certainly ignorant of the customs associated with the rich, but Caspian had to be careful. Ignorance and stupidity didn't exactly go hand in hand. "They don't let just anyone hang around here. You must be a magic user and an excellent one at that." He crossed his arms and thought a moment. "Say, you wouldn't mind showing me a little trick, would you?"

 

[TeslaRolePlays]

The child seemed to think for a bit. "Yes I would mind. I would rather not flaunt my powers for no apparent reason. "He shook his head slightly . "However if it is for entertainment purposes, and you simply want to see what I can do, then I suppose I could show you." He summoned a plate of food from the kitchen. "I just got a brilliant idea!" He summons a steady stream of water from a hot sring, and pours himself a hot bath. He then looked at Caspian. "I am sorry, but I have to bathe before the water gets cold, so I guess that's all the trucks for now. He then slowly shuts the door to the bathroom, undressing, and getting in the tub to bathe. It didn't take long for him to finish, and he then went all of the water back to the spring can from with a snap of his fingers. He was already growing tired, and summoned his last thing for a little while, the pair of clothes he had forgotten. He didn't know who's they were, but it was a nice comfortable set of clothes, and seemed to fit him perfectly. He walked out of the bathroom, crawling into bed, forgetting to shut his door before hand, and falling asleep within a couple of minutes.

 

[Benthelame]

Caspian laughed a little. For someone who didn't like flaunting their power Wayne showed little hesitation in doing so. It was understandable. The kid was just that. Until now, there hadn't been any indication of the kind of power he used. I can usually tell. Caspian thought. I can usually tell just by looking. "Ok then. Enjoy your bath. See you around, Wayne." He walked backwards and waved before turning and making his way towards the shadows from which he'd emerged. A summoner. Now that really interests me.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Julius stared at the ground with his eyes closed as Ms. Sharp continued. She seemed very keen on taking care of Robert, which he supposed wasnt too strange; Donna always had a knack for the animals and creatures of the magical world, so he assumed she just wanted to get some time to study it. But still, this task was important; he couldnt just leave Robert alone to be watched, he needed constant care! He sighed, shaking his head as he moved from the window. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..............................no." He said, with quite a long pause between it. He had approached her by now, looking down at her with a puzzled expression.

"Dont get me wrong, you are extremely capable Ms. Sharp; capable enough to set out on your own for nearly a year. But...this is my problem. I have to take care of it." He said rather soberly, quite unlike the dramatic man. He gave her a smile as he lifted her chin up with a laugh. "Dont look so glum! The estate will run just fine without me! I'm sure everyone will be glad to be rid of my shenanigans while I'm in suspension, slowly being devoured." He said to her in a chipper manner, laughing right after.

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[Yatasal]

"Dont get me wrong, you are extremely capable Ms. Sharp; capable enough to set out on your own for nearly a year. But...this is my problem. I have to take care of it." He said rather soberly, quite unlike the dramatic man. He gave her a smile as he lifted her chin up with a laugh. "Dont look so glum! The estate will run just fine without me! I'm sure everyone will be glad to be rid of my shenanigans while I'm in suspension, slowly being devoured."

Donna's mouth parted in surprise, her soul feeling suddenly heavy. "Surely you don't think..." Her voice caught. The estate? Is that what he really thought she was worried about? It was what she should be worried about. Donna closed her mouth, the words "Surely you don't think that your death wouldn't hurt me?" quietly slipping into the back of her mind. A year. A little over a year, and when she returned home, it all had gone horribly wrong. She spent a year trying to cleanse herself, but now she could see that her feelings were starting to make a comeback. She dropped her head, becoming all too aware of how close she had gotten to him. She stepped back, and crossed her hands in front of her. "My lord, I only aim to serve you. Should you need my services, I will be at your side. If you'll allow me, I'll return to my laboratory now."