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Bo Ah Lam

Bo held a fire in her eyes. Her once brown eyes tinging red again. She wasn't very fond of this man, and she absolutely hated it more than anything, but the animal within her told her this man was her match. He would challenge where she needed to be challenged and complement her where she needed to be complemented. The hatred in her eyes and voice where not directed at him, but at her own animal that she could not fight out like she could normally.
She looked over at April when she voiced her thoughts. She smiled to the girl for standing up. Her intentions turned back to the man.
"Fairytales do not exist, I can tell you that. But there are always delusions. If you want something truly magical, I can rock your world."
She smiled and within a second she was standing in front of him with a smile on her face.
"Magical enough for you?"
PyroMonomania PyroMonomania

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James Winthrop

James smiled softly at April. She was charming and almost doll-like in a way. When he mentioned Ransom Riggs he saw her eyes light up. He figured she was just as intrigued by the stories as he was. Several times he had wished he could leap into the story and live with the wonderful characters. But before she could voice her opinions the music stopped and most of the dancers disappeared into thin air. His eyes widened and he immediately looked to April to make sure she didn't disappear. That would have been sad. The one friend he makes could have been a ghost.
He probably should have been more freaked out than he was. Half of the guests were ghosts for goodness sake! But his mind told him that he could do this. He had wanted to live in a fantastical world and now he standing in a grand masquerade ballroom after half the guests disappeared. Sure, he was shocked, but he wasn't about to run away. Especially not away from April. He looked and found her looking back at him, uncertainty and hints of fear on her face. He walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on her back. He leaned down beside her ear.
"I believe your innocence...."
He pressed a light kiss to her temple. He didn't know why he did that, but it just felt right.
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William Veladreus
Location: Ballroom
Interactions: Bo Ah Lam Radio_Rat66.6 Radio_Rat66.6 and April Taraninja16 Taraninja16

William glared at Bo Ah Lam, waiting for a response but someone else piped up. “What makes you think our intentions were dishonest? Hazel would never commit an unethical act without proper reason!" A woman in a pink dress shouted at him, she looked at him with anger but it turned into loathing? Embarrassment? As she quickly backs down and looks at floor. Hazel? Is the that the main perpetrator? The mastermind behind this? And it’s as he thought, the people originally in the manor are behind all this.

William looks in the direction of the unnamed woman and glowers at her, “Of course it was dishonest. Unless a masquerade is a party for under 20 people with added addition of lying about the fact that there are so few of us. Not to mention that you all didn’t invite us here just to give us free food and drinks. So what if your…leader? wouldn’t do unethical acts without proper reason. I don’t know the morality of Hazel, for all I know they could be the type of person to sacrifice anyone for their goals. I don’t know them, so why should I trust your apparent judgement of their morality?” He was about say more to this idiotically, emotional woman when the person originally talking finally responded.

“Fairytales do not exist, I can tell you that. But there are always delusions. If you want something truly magical, I can rock your world."She smiled and within a second she was standing in front of him with a smile on her face. "Magical enough for you?"

What?

William stepped back, giving space between him and this....thing. How? She was right there and now somehow was in front of him. It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense at all. It made as much sense as the fake guests. A flash a fear shot through William before it hardens into a scorching glare.

“Yes,” William dryly says,“Very magical.” He rubs his temples as if trying sooth a headache. “I don’t even what’s going on anymore. If any of you have anymore ‘magic’ that you want to throw my way so that I may continue feeling like I’m being gaslighted then by all means, hit me with it. Because trust me, it’s a wonderful feeling.” He says, words dripping with sarcasm.
 
Ellison Damien Wells
(Tagged: Pumpkid Pumpkid )
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"But now I've come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line
Oh, I want the truth to be said"
(Spandau Ballet - True)

("Somethings are just timeless. The same song plays on this night as the lights shine only on us. I don't know what it feels like to feel warmth, emotion, or love in my natural form, but..................with her arms around my neck, those hazel eyes that would look into my soul if I had one, and her smile that will keep my young even when I'm eternal, I feel like this night will be forever. Every moment for eternity I will relieve this night.")

"Valeria I...................I think I-" when everything stops. The music is gone. The light that shined on both of them. The couples holding each other. The faces. Her arms around him. They are all gone. ("I knew this was a dream. She will be gone forever and I will live forever. Seeing the world, all its glories and all its sins, in front of me as I stand and watch in the middle of it, never to be seen, never to be heard. Just to stand and stare into the stars................alone forever") he thinks to himself.

As she diverts her attention to Will, the bandages slowly come off and he disappears just like everyone else around him. "Thank you for being here Valeria. Weather you are a dream, imagination, or an illusion. Thank you for this memory of you, I will hold on to it forever" he whispers lowly, walking away and waiting to wake up.
 
Hazel hears the music silence for the longest. Fear engulfing her as she thought the worst. "Oh no! Something has happened." She gasped without a second to wait for Bo. As caretaker it's her responsibility to watch over her children.

Nate's attention diverts from Nova to William. Bo attempted to seduce the male, but that was far from what it needs. Judging by the guy he could give two shits about being charmed as he is opposed to everything right now. "If you wanted answers you couldn't have waited till the end? You're a terrible guest. Don't parties have announcements in person? Seriously, where do you go off..." 5 "...starting a complaint..." 4 "...when it's not even your party to begin with!" 3 "...On top of it all..." 2 "...You have the most paranoid, uptight aura leaking off you that..." 1 "...my instincts are flaring up to strike you!" Old clock's hand strikes twelve echoing it's rings throughout the manor. The spell once cast upon the beasts have return to it's normal state. Charms still in effect but it's juice no longer powerful, able to break free easily when emotions arise. Nathan's ears and tail arose, his eyes glowing, pupils sharp, fangs nearly peeking out as he's humming a low wolf like growl. His emotions getting the best of the youngen ready to pounce on William. One step forward is all it took for him to leap at his prey allowing his animal instincts to take over. Lucky for Will, Cast grasps the brute from the back of his skull slamming him onto the floor. Blood trickles from underneath Nate's hidden face. The werewolf growls in annoyance wincing over his pain.

"Damn it pup! You had one job. You always seem to screw things up." Cas snaps his attention towards Will. "My, my." Castiel started, Spectrals gone, the unsettled man with his pony tail, as well as the rest of the crew and their humans stood in silence. Fear written in nearly each person. The usual expression seen among beasts. "I knew this guy would crack. Sorry about that. This pup is easily swayed by emotions." He stood in the center few steps away from William with a grin on his face. His presence disturbing to the human eye intimidating folks around him just as he likes. His calm demeanor didn't help ease anyone, but Cas could care less. "The jig is up and you want answers. Sure thing." Hazel enters the room watching everything go down. The witch steps in the center with Cas horrified by Nathan's conditon. "He's fine just snapped." He simplified. Hazel stares at the horrified crowd. "This guy here wants answers. Midnight has passed."

"I heard." Hazel spoke eyeing will. "I...I apologize for my son's behavior. The one on the floor. I also apologize..." She turns to every human. "...all of you." She corrected. "For making things complicated. There is a logical explanation for everything. I know I cannot ask you to calm down as of what happened is just too..."freaky" for all of you. The next part will be overwhelming if you allow yourselves to open your mind and consider what I'm about to tell you." She took a deep breath trying to find the words. "Cas would you gather everyone here?" The raven haired man nods excusing himself from the crowd. His first Approach is Marshall being the lone one on the balcony. "Anyways. I have invited you humans to the ball specifically of my choosing because you're all more than human. Believe it or not you're witches." Her gaze returns to William. She held a genuine gaze not for appearances, but because she felt no reason to lie. Not even to anyone unless necessary. "Warlocks in your case Mr. Williams."
 
Marshall Icarys
Location:: Balcony - Hallway | Mood:: Confused & Concerned | Interaction:: Pumpkid Pumpkid ​

Was this how his life was to end? He stared distantly at the ground below ready to jump down and shatter his human form. No. That wasn't in his nature to give up so easily. Dragons are fierce creatures unshaken by small events. His willpower would not crumble from the likes of a human ever again. At the stroke of twelve, he felt an enormous power surging within him as if all of his mystical abilities had returned to him. The spell must have worn off.. That means.. He put a thumb to his lips realizing the guests must know of their secret now. Some of the others had more primal urges hidden by the mask of their charms where those like Marshall only needed it to mask their form. "No point in using this now," He took off his coat and vest, folding it neatly in his arms, before returning inside from the cool open air. He left the clothes folded on the floor deciding a trip to his room would be too tedious. Slowly the male slumped down the hallway tugging at the bracelet until he finally pulled it off. Unlike his transformation to a complete human, the turn back was much more painful. His breathing tensed at the sharp pain of his wings, horns, and scales returning to him. It was like someone was pulling and pinching his skin uncomfortably. The large wings tore through the back of his button up as they flared out in the open space. What's the point of being human if it's so painful?? I hate this thing! He growled throwing the band in his pocket so he wouldn't lose it.

As he started to float down the hallway with the gentle gusts of his wings he ran into Castiel, stopping entirely to speak with him. "I take it our guests have had their revelation?" Marshall looked winded as he spoke given the sprouting of his wings did take a lot out of him. He wanted a nap in all honesty but this night was for him and his siblings. It would be rude if he were to just call it a night.

Novalie Polaris
Location:: Ballroom | Mood:: A lot at once | Mention:: Pumpkid Pumpkid and whoever was listening to her mumbles​

Nova felt her chest tightening in fear from not knowing what was to happen. She shied away from Nate at his advances to calm her nerves finding his approach not helping with her anxiety. He knew about this, there was no way he didn't as he lived in this manor. She cursed herself for carelessly accepting an invitation to a place she's never heard of or seen run by people who didn't even share their contact name. The whole ordeal was shady yet the blonde arrived dressed to the nines ready to have a good time. How could she be so naive as to think something like this wouldn't happen? She felt her eyes puff up from held back tears and her throat close preventing her from speaking. Ghosts... It had to be ghosts. As much as the occult fascinated her Nova not once ever wanted anything to do with it. There were too many scary aspects for her to handle.

A few people spoke up against the obnoxious male, presumably tenants of the house, to justify their actions for the party. Everyone was at fault here, the residents for their dishonesty, the guests for their disregard for their lives. There wasn't a finger of blame that should be pointed to anyone in this room. Each person was accountable for their own actions whether they liked it or not, including Nova. She listened to them speak slowly backing away until her back was pressed against the wall. Something about Nathan was off as she watched him react. There was a feral aura about him that drifted through the room like a cloud of smog. The energy felt like a hand was wrapping around her, clutching her neck in a deadly game.

Panic... The instant the clock struck twelve things changed. Just as she thought things couldn't get any worse Nathan grew white ears and a tail as he growled at the strange male who started all of this. Panic. Nova's eyes widened seeing the person she was previously so close with transform into a creature straight of a storybook. "Pup..." It all made sense now. Why he reminded her of a lost puppy, why he had a strange way of acting like one too. He resembled a big bad wolf from children's tales that hunted humans to dine on their flesh. Panic...! Her heart raced wildly against her chest as red flushed the pigment of her skin. She felt hot, almost burning up, watching another male drop Nathan to the ground. Tears started to stream down her plump cheeks but no sound came out as she observed. She couldn't tell if she cried because she was terrified, if she was concerned for Nathan seeing the small pool of crimson underneath him, or if it was for both reasons. As the male walked past her into the hallway she was headed for her body froze instantly, not daring to move lest he strike her down as well. A woman, more gentle looking in nature, spoke in his place apologizing for what happened and explaining why they were brought here. The reason she provided sounded even more farfetched than the reason they all accepted the invitation. Witches and warlocks? Supernatural entities? The latter she could believe with the proof laid before her but to believe she was one of them was... outlandish.

"Yeah okay. Oh alright. Mhm." She mumbled to herself as she slipped out of her shoes. "There's no way in hell I'm staying in this haunted ass house to get killed with some strangers. Must be out of your mind. Novalie what the hell were you thinking coming to some spooky ass place in the woods. This is exactly how dumb girls die in movies. Is that how you want to go out? Like a fool? Yeah okay." Nova nodded along as she muttered to herself while she calmly made her way to a door on the opposite side that didn't lead to wherever that scary man went. Her bare feet tapped softly against the cold floor as she walked creating soft echoes in the deathly silent room. The blonde always came prepared with a hair tie in case she had to tie her hair back and this was such occasion for its use. She used it to tie up the bottom portion of her dress so it wouldn't get in her way as she walked not caring if it put wrinkles in the fabric. Right now her mind was on survival, living to see the sunrise, finding a way not to die. Her blue orbs landed on Nathan lying flat on the ground from that man pinning him. It tugged at the heartstrings seeing him in such a state but she didn't know what to do. His form was less frightening after she let it process and she did have an attraction for him that she couldn't put a finger on but she was more afraid of this all being a facade to lure in humans for dinner than a matchmaker's playground. Nova stepped in front of the door reaching out, opening it, and walking out, not bothering to close it behind her. Another dimly lit hallway, just her luck. With a deep breath, she started running down the hall arms flailing in fear and clearly panicked from what she just witnessed. It was a miracle she wasn't screaming on the top of her lungs but she knew that would only slow her breathing.
 
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Illyria was relatively giggling and being genuinely happy with the relationship between candy and himself, he approached her yet one more time to hold her hand up above her to twirl her around playfully , hoping to get her to smile and giggle as it seemed a bit playful and childish as it seems to correlate to her.

As the time has reached and it was time to return to normal Illyria sighed and forgot the time as while the transformation to normal ( meaning debuffs of additional chaos control) plus the chaos necklace he willingly decided to take off to relax a bit caused him a overdose of chaos energy to surge through his veins, chaos blood pumping through his veins as he felt ultimate power and uncontrollable energy he felt the urge to exert, the urge to kill....

His energy kicked him back to the back of the wall as he grips one hand to his head as the power gone to his head and eyes were too much for him. To him his vision was fading as he fell against the wall , blacking out from a overdrive of power, short circuiting him as he returned to that dead-looking animation to give the convincing image that he has deceased, but only this time falling unconceous for good ... ( he might awaken in possibly the morning or much later in the night )
 
William Veladreus
Location: Ballroom - Front porch
Interactions: Hazel Pumpkid Pumpkid

He watches as a white haired male walks up to him, trying to give him a pice of his mind. William was barely listening already hearing the words mirroring that of the girl in the pink dress’s. If they’re going to insult me at least be creative about it. Let’s see…terrible guest…something about complaining…not my party yada yada…

”You have the most paranoid, uptight aura leaking off you that my instincts are flaring up to strike you!”

Wait, what? At that moment the clock struck twelve and the charm that was holding the feature of the various monsters in the room broke. The white haired male’s features shifted giving him ears and a tail, as the man lunged at him. What the actual fuck? Before William could be torn to shreds a black haired male slams the whitette into the ground. The black haired male was saying something but William wasn’t registering anything in his mind, still recovering from his near death experience. He nearly died, this violent…mutt was going to rip him apart and for what? Because he pulled the plug on some party that was false to begin with? In the background he heard a woman apologizing to everyone, apparently this was their leader, Hazel. Haha oh no he wasn’t having it, sorry wasn’t go cut it. Unsurprisingly, William was one to hold grudges and he wasn’t moving on from what just happened. Preparing to start practically spitting acid only the next sentence from Hazel stopped him. Instead shocked words spilled out of his mouth.

“Witches and warlocks? Witches and warlocks!? What the fuck do you mean by that? That we’re all fucking magic!? That I can wave my hands saying hocus pocus and something will actually happen? Grab a stick and suddenly start shooting fire balls? Use my broom as fucking mode of transport?” William says completely incredulously before closing his eyes and take a deep sigh. Inhale. Exhale. Forcefully calming himself he continues, “And I’m suppose to believe you ignoring that a…human-dog hybrid just tried to rip me apart? By god I hope you have actual concrete proof of this and you’re not expecting me to believe your words alone.” All this was making him desperately wish that this was all a trick if his mind, that someone slipped a hallucinogenic into his lunch. He needed a fucking break, all this was causing him to grow a pounding migraine.

“You know what? Fuck it. Tell me later. I need a fucking break from all this shit.” William turns around and starts to walk out of the doors to the front porch. He reaches into his pockets to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. Was that sobbing in background? Well at least he’s not alone in how much stress this is causing him.
 
Valeria
(Location: Ballroom>Porch/ Tagged: Funeral Funeral PyroMonomania PyroMonomania )
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Val paled when she hears a voice whispering near her ear. Such words which held a somber tone, though the words sound fruitful. The small fright she carries vanished by the familiar, soothing voice coming from, "Ellison?!" She called out turning to face the man cocerned as his speech sounded more like farewells. She didn't understand why she could worry about an unknown being that was part of the cherade. It felt so real to her. That's what bothered her the most. She finds his appendages sprawled on the floor leaving her with the only conclusion that he too was a ghost. Her heart tugged with dissappointment. She shouldn't be feeling like this, yet he held some sort of hold on her. This all seemed familiar. In the back of her mind, this is normal. There is nothing to be afraid of, but why? She just danced with a freaking romantic ghost! The woman picks up his bandages finding no stains except for the dirt picked up from the floor. "Were you even real?" She begged the question with hurt in her tone.

The time for lamenting is ruined when a man with white hair starts going off on the male with a ponytail. The ringing of the clocks struck twelve spooking Valeria. Things got more horrific when the snow haired male showed features to that of a wolf. "Werewolf." She muttered recgonize them anywhere. As a writer, she adored reading books recently getting into fantasy. These are one of the creatures she's read. Famous and known in childrens movies even fairy tales. What is more terrifying at the fact that he just tried to tear off Wlliam's face. Her legs buckled shiver with fear. She's paralyzed, processing the events that could have slaughtered William if not for this new arrival. Blood trickled below the injured werewolf. 'Is he okay?' Is the first thing that comes to mind. Why? He was about to kill a guy. She could have been next.

A gentler woman with white hair enters the room. How many were there? Regardless, she apologized to everyone. 'Sorry? Lady. We don't know what the hell is going on but I think it's safe to say we all want to leave and never come back.' She told herself. The woman revealed her reasons for the ball. Because apparently, we are witches. Or a Warlock for William. Witches? Really? That is ridiculous! The name though felr nostalgic almost normal. Every human seems to have snuck out or taken a break. Nothing is happening and the monsters seemed to hang their head low with dread.

"Everyone please! Listen to me. Don't leave. I-I can prove it to you! If you let me I..." Hazel spoke hanging her head low. This is not at all how she envisioned it. This was silupposed to go according to plan. Instead she felt like she failed everyone. Promise of freedom, restoration and love. She failed her children. The look on everyone tore her heart. This isn't what she wanted. She didn't want to see them so distraught, injured or in any sort of pain. Tears pricked from her eyes as she kneels down flipping an injured, tired Nate placing his head on her lap as she lowly chants a healing spell. Nathans broken nose heals slowly as a warm glow covers Hazel's hand. Valeria watches in awe over the glow. Her nature felt comforting that even she found herself curious rather than afraid. She takes a step forward then retreats shaking her head in wonder what the hell she is doing. The brunette takes her leave out of the front door left wide open. William sitting on the porch passing by him as she walks at least ten feet away from the entrance before stopping dead in her tracks. Ellison's words resonating tugging her heart. "This is...crazy. Totally crazy. I cannot be a witch. No way. She's crazy right? My life has been ordinary until this shhhhh-shit! Shit, shit shit!" She curses kicking up dirt, throwing her head back wanting to yell at the top of her lungs for what she Is about to do. "Why?" She cries at the sky then spins on her heel and walks on over to the manor with a heavy sigh. Before she even bothered to enter she turns to Will, "You know this is is all freaking crazy and the fact that those people dancing vanished is completely unexpected as well as that wolf guy that nearly killed you and all this madness going on, I can't believe I'm goanna say this but..." She took another deep breath. "I think we victims should hear her story. All of it. Crazy or not see through this and decide if we want to call 9-11 on their asses. Something about being called a witch sounds normal to me. Absurd but normal. Almost nostalgic. Seeing creatures...doesn't seem all that scary after a second intake." Valeria stares at her hand in thought to what Hazel could have meant by prove. How would humans be able to prove they're magic?
 
William Veladreus
Location: Front Porch - Ballroom
Interactions: Valeria Pumpkid Pumpkid

William sat on one of the chairs out of the porch, taking his lighter out and lighting the cigarette sitting in his mouth. God he so done with this ball, this night, this everything. Because fucking really?! Magic? Witch and warlocks? Monstrous creatures? He takes a deep sigh and stares out into the forest. Fucking magic. Running a hand through his hair, tugs free the ribbon holding his hair in a ponytail. With his hair let down he feels his migraine lessen slightly.

"This is...crazy. Totally crazy. I cannot be a witch. No way. She's crazy right? My life has been ordinary until this shhhhh-shit! Shit, shit shit!" A woman curses as she walks out the front door kicking up dirt, she throws her head back and cries. "Why?" Before turning heel and heading back in his direction.

Well clearly she’s taken the news about as well as he has. At least he has nicotine forcing him to relax, also he knows that it’s horribly unhealthy but that’s never stopped him. William gives the woman a unimpressed glare as starts to talk to him. He was trying to relax here, not hear to problems of some woman.

"You know this is is all freaking crazy and the fact that those people dancing vanished is completely unexpected as well as that wolf guy that nearly killed you and all this madness going on, I can't believe I'm gonna say this but..." She takes a deep breath. "I think we victims should hear her story. All of it. Crazy or not we see through this and decide if we want to call 9-11 on their asses. Something about being called a witch sounds normal to me. Absurd but normal. Almost nostalgic. Seeing creatures...doesn't seem all that scary after a second intake." The woman then stares at her hand like she was staring at an unsolvable Rubik’s cube.

“I’d say your insane as well. Isn’t witch suppose to an insult? And yet here you are saying it’s familiar to you. Also you don’t think monsters are scary after looking at them a second time? Well…I’ll commend for your bravery and your stupidity. But fine you’ve somehow, with almost no good reason, managed to convince to actually hear out this madwoman. I must be retarded now too.” He dully says in a tired voice before sighing and crushing his cigarette into a support beam and flicking it into the forest. “Well, let’s go.” He says as he gets up and walks through the door, long brown hair fluttering behind him.
 
castiel
(Location: Hallway>Ballroom/Tagged: thespectacularstorm thespectacularstorm )
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"Yep." Is all cas responds pointing a thumb over his shoulders. "She wants to gather everyone in the ball room. Guess she's going to show off all of you as proof. Maybe even toss in some awkaening magic." He sneered. "Anyways she's asked me to bring you in. Come one." The raven haired man did not take a second to wait hoping Marshall would cooperate. On the way, Cas bumps into a fearful blonde whom just seconds ago was running around like a headless chicken. He held the urge to say 'boo' insteady saying, "If you're lost the exit is in the ballroom. The front door is wide open. Also, if you want answers now is the time to go be down there with the others. Otherwise you are free to girl. We don't bite." He assured brushing past her casually not bothering to stop her.

Valeria
(Location: Ballroom/Tagged: @PyroMonomania, thespectacularstorm thespectacularstorm )
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The bold words coming from the brown haired male was unpleasant. However he did carry a point. A great one. He may not be able to understand when it comes to opening's one mind or was it perhaps that she is naive always with her head in the clouds when it came to fantasy? The proof is right before them and yet, nobody has taken the time to notice how the residents of the manor are anything but hostile. Well, except for that wolf guy. It was understandable from the books she's read. They're wolves. Nature's predators acting out of caution. Did that also work for werewolves? Despite her theories, Valeria needed answers. That white haired woman, "the leader" as brunette stated, spoke up to clarify willing to give out answers that may well be absurd without proper evidence. If she has any. Valeria's pondering gave her no time to respond as the brute marched inside with strain on his face. She did the same meeting him beside. It seemed everyone is in attendance. From the invited guests to the residents. She freaked when spotted a man descending the stairs by floating. Wings of some sort of bat? Horns? Scales? That's a bit creepy. Her focus lands on the leader whom has finished healing the wolfman. She sets his head down as he groans from the slight pain. 'She healed him with her powers?' She thought.

"Okay lady." Valeria spoke up. "We're all here! We're all ears and ready to hear your absurdities. Every last bit of information you wish to tell us before we leave here and never come back." Val demanded stepping forward.
 
CANDY​
Mansion/Tagged: Lenny2000 Lenny2000

Candy inhaled lightly as the man moved her hand, twirling her around to the beat of his joyous laughs. He seemed to be thoroughly enthralled in their conversation, so much so that he had neglected to tell her his name. However, Candy was fine with such informalities if it meant they could be free in this moment. Dancing outside in the gleam of evening stars, she could almost forget the commotion occuring within the building and lose herself in the strong arms of her dance partner. She eagerly swirled freely around the redhead man as well, encouraging his continued revelry in the flowing movements.

Suddenly, she heard a clock ticking faintly in the background, and the man stiffened beside her. She looked up at him in concern, then shock as fur and claws came to replace the human-like skin which had been covered by the necklace. A hand went to her mouth, but this was rather to steady her breathing then out of pure terror. She wasn't entirely courageous right now, as anyone would be innately worried if faced with a being with such ferocious an appearance. However, since she was someone who found action and monster movies thrilling, there was also a sense of excitement at meeting a real-life creature that replicated her dreams.

Noticing pulsing veins in the man's arms, she tried to gently calm him down. "Hello there? Can you hear m-" she then screamed, as his body was reared back into the wall and then fell limp onto the ground, an overabundance of energy stifling his consciousness.

Taking a deep breath, Candy tried to stifle down her rising panic and walked over to the man-turned-beast's body, trying to pick him up gingerly then quickly realizing utmost strength would be required. After seven unsuccessful tries and much loss of breath, Candy finally managed to get one of his arms around her shoulders, and then began clumsily making her way inside.

"Hey, can someone help?" she called out, her face turning pale from the strain of his weight.

APRIL​
Mansion/Tagged: Radio_Rat66.6 Radio_Rat66.6 Pumpkid Pumpkid PyroMonomania PyroMonomania

With each word the pony-tailed man uttered, April felt more wisps of smoke and anger beginning to rise within her. She couldn't imagine being so distrustful of unknown entities within the world. Since she had grown up surrounded by magic and mystery, the mansion held nothing but familiar auras of peace and comfort, and thus she found it difficult to imagine others could interpret the place differently. She wanted to show this man how small his world view was, to verbally force him to understand the majestic and beautiful implications of the archaic world. However, she also didn't want to mess things up any further, and Nate seemed to be giving Will a proper rundown already.

At first she looked up hopefully as Hazel came out and began to address the situation. Surely she would make everything better, and all the guests would return to congenial feelings towards them, right? But her optimism gradually began to fade, as she realized the high-waisted man who had started this all was still upset after Hazel's speech, and several of the other guests began to follow his suit. She bit her lip, sorrow and fear reiterating her bad habits. She was beginning to twist the pink folds of her dress so tight, that creases were starting to appear. Adding pressure to her hands seemed to be the only thing stopping her from bursting into tears, relinquishing her mortal form, or both.

Feeling a sudden warm sensation on her back, April looked up to see James's strong and compassionate face. Leaning down, he whispered a confirmation of his belief in her, and then lightly kissed her forehead. At first she was stunned, and unsure how to respond. No one had ever been so wholly affectionate except for Hazel, and looking at the young woman disconsolately lying on the floor, April's instincts screamed for her to run over and wrap the woman in a hug, and state her own firm trust in the caretaker. But with these raw emotions and slight physical connections made between her and James, April felt these inward inclinations bending to respond to the man instead.

She finally let tears flow unfiltered down her cheeks, and buried her face in James's shoulder. "Thank you." she hoarsely whispered, those two simple words carrying a world of meaning. She was grateful for his continued belief in her, despite all the outrage which had occurred. She was grateful for his presence here, and the kindred feelings which resonated between them both. But most of all, she was grateful for a new, stronger individual who could root her to reality, while also maintain her own sense of independence. And though she didn't know what the feeling meant yet, and had no clue what to even call it, the sensations which kept her close to James were of the most steadfast love.
 
Bo Ah Lam

Bo let the man walk away. Her animal screamed to go after him; to keep him close. She bit into her tongue with her fangs and let the little blood that pooled soothe her animal for the time being. She waited for everything to fix itself. Since nothing was truly happening she went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of blood. She walked back out, taking dainty sips from the glass. Everyone else had returned to their original forms so she let her fangs remain on display as usual.
She reached behind her head and pulled the pins out of her hair, letting the long tresses tumble free into soft waves.
PyroMonomania PyroMonomania

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James Winthrop

James smiled softly at her expression. He didn't care what she was. If everything said was true and she was something otherworldly, he was okay with that. If he was something otherworldly, he was okay with that. He just wanted to talk with her and get to know her. She was beautiful and smart, something a lot of girls didn't have together.
He was a little shocked when she buried her face in his shoulder. But because of his sisters he knew what to do. He wrapped his arms around her, very gently for someone of his size, and almost shielding her against his chest. He lightly rested one hand between her shoulder blades and the other at the small of her back.
"You're welcome, April....."
He pressed his lips to the top of her head in was could have been a kiss, but he just rested his mouth there. It was something that used to bring his sisters comfort after a heartbreak or something else sad.
Taraninja16 Taraninja16​
 
Cas took Illyria off the redhead's hands Easily holding him in his arms. His ear placed against the kid's chest hearing no heart beat. The his charm missing, dirt mostly found on Illyria's back. "Don't worry. He'll be fine. He's not easy to kill." He assured hoping that would calm her even a little. Nate seems to have become conscious as he sat up hazed by the commotion. Relieved, Hazel decides to answer Valeria's question. She smiled softly as if thanking her earning a blush from the brunette. Hazel knew she is kind hearted regardless of her strong will. Hazel knew everything about these young witches. Almost. Just that their blood comes from a long line of magic.

"As I said. You're all witches/warlock. Your family comes from a long bloodline of magic. The stories your granparents possibly told about how they used to live so long ago? The fairy tales in your books were written not out of fiction. Every one of those is real. The big bad wolf. That's Castiel. Little red riding hood is me. I used to wear a red hood until the red reminded me of the blood spilled by my coven. Japenese fire bird called a tengu? April." Hazel points to the woman. "Each one of these residents are magical creatures endangered. We hide because humans like you fear them for being different without bothering to give them a chance. We did what we had to so they too can have a chance at love and experience the world without fear while at the same time the need to save their species by breeding." Valeria's Hazel eyes mellow staring at each resident's expression either sad, ashamed or hear broken in general. No sign of hostile towards anyone except....sadness? It sounded familiar from a certain ghost. Even the white haired wolfman appears to be ashamed of his actions. She blushes when she mentioned their need to breed. 'So this was a matchmaking thing with monsters?' Valeria did not know if she was disgusted or not. She felt decieved, but bad at the same time. She did promise a leap of faith at love. No! This is too much.

"That's...sad. But the question remains of why hide your intentions? What evidence do you have that we're witches?" Valeria asked.

"You wouldn't possibly comply to begin with nor believe me. Your earlier reactions said it all. The moment of vulnurability is the only reason why you stand here or because you're curious. As for evidence. I will gladly show you." The witch closes her eyes and takes a a deep breath concentrating. The floor beneath her glows into a brilliant, pool of light expanding towards everyone's feet until they're all met with the light. So warm and inviting as if soothing everything held in their bodies. Valeria felt it's light surging through her and awakening something within her. "What the hell? I...I can sense things. So odd." She whispers turning to everyone. She sensed Candy's aura, William's Tamara's and in turn sense Valeria. All of held the same aura related to Hazel. A magical feeling just like her light. What's more believed she knew what each and every individual is. Witches. She turns to Bo. A different presence from her as well as the beasts holding their own.

The light fades away leaving the room in silence. "Now you know what I am? How I feel?" She asks.

"You're....a witch. You're all actual beasts. How? What? That doesn't exactly-"

"You're all thinking logically. That's the thing. It's magic. You're not really supposed to think that way. You're supposed to feel it. You're all unfamiliar with it because no one taught you. Your taught to be humans. That's all you know. There is more to your dull lives than working and trying to find a way to become the best achiever of your company, inspiration with your books even stressing over petty things that magic can help solve. You all hold powers you're unaware of. To you it's a skill, but it's not normal to have. Have you not noticed your skill/ power have a deeper meaning? Like what's different from you out of the rest of the world?" Hazel lectured. Valeria took a moment. "I've said what I needed to. It's up to all of you to decide what you wish to believe. I won't hold you hostage, but if you want to know more. My doors are always open. Know one thing. You're probably going to have trouble tomrrow controlling your powers. My abilities allow me awaken powers to it's proper state." She smirked.
 
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Tamara​
Tamara wasn't quite sure what was going on as she entered the ballroom. First she saw the man she'd heard yelling earlier, apparently super pissed off about this whole thing (I know you feel lied to, but seriously dude? Maybe you should chill out just a little bit. Already she hated this guy, and not only was he supposedly on her side, but she hadn't even heard him yap for ten seconds). The ballroom was also a lot emptier, but she just assumed all the guests had just left. Then the woman in charge - Hazel, she caught her name - started explaining the purpose of the ball. Tamara just kinda stood to the side of the whole event, watching passively as she tried to figure this out. Magic? Mythical beings? Fairy tales? She had to admit it was hard to swallow, but what else explained that guy wolfing out like he was from Twilight or something?

Tamara looked down at her hands as Hazel continued. Witches? She was a witch? I mean, her sister and her friends used to joke that her ancestors used magic to dye their hair and that passed down to her genetically, but... That was just a joke, right? Or did they already know?

Then Hazel created some weird light show that engulfed everyone in the room, inside of which Tamara had an odd feeling welling up inside her. It wasn't anything she could really describe... And just as quickly the light faded, although Tamara still felt off. Hazel offered to let them leave if they wanted to, but after all that... She couldn't just bail. Not now, when Hazel was willing to tell her more... Possibly even everything.

She was left speechless by all of this, but one thing was for certain. She was not leaving this mansion, not yet anyway.

Ballroom (Mentioned: Pumpkid Pumpkid )
 
Marshall Icarys
Location:: Ballroom | Mood:: Neutral | Interaction:: LegoLad659 LegoLad659 Mention:: Pumpkid Pumpkid ​

The winged man followed the taller raven back to the ballroom looking curiously at the tired blonde that swiftly moved away from them. He felt bad that she was so horrified by their presence but it couldn't be helped. This was all new to her as it was for everyone else. He thought about how Kirlivoir must feel feeling his cold skin and hearing of their true identities. She must hate him for deceiving her like this. The thought of being rejected by mankind again resonated through him reminding him of the past. Had Hazel not found him when she did and called out to the lost little dragon, Marshall surely would have destroyed that village leaving nothing but a glacier behind. Compared to other dragons he's heard about through research in the modern world he was more benevolent than the others. Ones that breathed fire or spit bouts of poison were not as kind to 'bless' humans with good fortunes. His calm nature was the saving grace for those people as it will be for these humans now. Had he not been the levelheaded man he was the girl would have died the moment she tried to leave him.

He entered the grand room taking a look around to whole was left spotting Hazel in the middle. They all looked at her with disgust, fear, or hatred for her dishonesty and it boiled Marshall's blood. He was quite protective of his 'mother' and wished no ill will upon her. The dragon flapped his wings as he swooped down to her side. He looked into her eyes with a look of pure concern through his as if he were asking if she was okay without having to say a word. His affection was like a chick to a mother hen. The only reason he allowed himself to get close to the purple-haired girl was that his 'mother' requested he try his best to be more outgoing. Now that had backfired, the ball was ruined, and a handful of strangers glared at him as an abnormality, a freak. He wanted to run and hide somewhere, back in his room where it was frozen and no one would see him, but he stayed put by Hazel's side. He needed to be here for his family, they must have been going through all the same emotions surely. Everyone here thought they found someone perfect and yet a small twist of fate had made things more complicated.

A warm light engulfed the room soothing his tension and removing his inhibitions. The good witch had a way of bringing people of different backgrounds together under her inviting light and it was no different with this group. Marshall could see it on their faces. He closed his eyes feeling the warmth spread through his body like a blanket of safety. When it was finished he reopened them immediately landing on Kirlivoir. He wanted to approach her, to apologize, but he didn't have the words. It would be shameful of him to do anything other than apologize for his deception, that was his code, that's all he knew. Marshall flew up to her slowly hovering in front of her with his gently flapping wings. "I'm sorry I was dishonest with you Kirlivoir... I was..." He paused trying to find a word other than fear. "Concerned for the safety of my family. I hope you can forgive me for my transgression against you." It wasn't much but it was all he could muster to say to her. He didn't expect forgiveness but it was the right thing to do.

Novalie Polaris
Location:: Around the house - Bathroom - Hallway - Ballroom | Mood:: Regret & Paranoia - Nostalgic | Interaction:: Pumpkid Pumpkid ​

Nova spent the better half of three minutes running through the hall until she got exhausted. Was she made for physical exertion? Hell no. Did she try anyways? Absolutely. The girl ended up getting lost in the manor, which was much grander on the inside than perceived on the outside, and landed herself in the bathroom. The mask somehow managed to stay in place during all of this, which at this point she didn't find entirely necessary. The mask was lifted just above her face, resting on the top of her head as she turned to the mirror. She looked tired, sweaty, and a hot mess when she looked to herself in the mirror. "Come on, when have you been known to be afraid of something like this?" She took a napkin and started wiping away the sweat, tears, and makeup from her cheeks. "Yeah I know it's kind of spooky but this is probably the most fun I've ever had. Right?" She had this strange habit of talking to herself whenever she was in deep thought, developed from years of social isolation. "We can do this," she said before smacking her cheeks to snap herself out of it. Her eyes trailed down to the dress tied to her thigh and she scrunched her nose. As pretty as it was, she did not want to be in it anymore. She wanted to be in a baggy shirt or a pair of sweats. She wanted to go to bed.

With a sigh, she untied it from its binding letting it fall to the floor and removed the other band from her hair as well. Her hand fluffed it up a bit making it the natural wavy curls her hair usually fell in before departing the bathroom with the mask back on. She peered out the doorframe checking if the coast was clear before exiting but little did that do as two men bumped into her as they came around the corner. "We don't bite." Yeah right was the initial thought but their calmness and nonmalicious intent spoke for itself. They were completely alone in that hall if there ever was a chance to attack the defenseless girl it would have been then. He even pointed her the direction out. Maybe everything isn't like in the fairytales. Like the big bad wolf wasn't so bad after all... She pondered watching the two leave promptly after for the ballroom. Witches and Warlocks. Supernatural creatures. Magic and spells. The words reiterated themselves in her mind until she resolved to follow after them.

Nova lingered behind hiding in the doorway in the event that this was a trap. She listened to the woman speak her mind explaining they were all descendants of magical beings. It didn't make sense, there was no way she could have known these specific people held that kind of power. It was supernatural, but looking around that made more sense than not. Everything the woman said started to add up, the anonymous letters, the resident's strange behavior, the knowledge of who they were without ever saying a word. They were like pieces of a broken puzzle coming together in her mind forming one conclusion, the woman spoke the truth. The only thing she could remember as far back was when she murdered a man without having touched him. It didn't make sense at the time because of how little she was, nor did she actually see it with her own eyes but the idea of magic being behind it rather than a sudden unexplained miracle felt comforting.

A sudden blinding light filled the room connecting everyone within it together. As her blue orbs glanced around the blonde could see everyone for what they truly were including Nathan the wolf. He really was a wolf.. She thought as a power surged through her filling her with a sensation she never experienced before. It was like being charged up with energy all throughout her body. This confirmed it. Despite the confusion in her mind, the warmth in her heart provided by the light made her want to stay. Nova wanted to learn more about this, learn more about her innate powers if she really had them. Also she wanted to stay with Nathan, he was the kindest person she had ever met in her life and him being some kind of hybrid puppy was something she wanted to learn more about if she was serious about being near him. She looked to him sitting dazed on the floor sadly, she felt the need to apologize like she should have done more to help him. "So if we stay you'll teach us how to control this power you say we have? And no more secrets? Will we be fed? Is there a place to sleep? I mean... I don't know what mythical creatures need to survive or if they even sleep but... we humans do, mystical or not." She addressed Hazel. The determination in her voice only masked the trembling fear of her racing heart and shaking legs as she emerged from the doorway into the room.
 
Tamara​
Someone else soon entered, and it took Tamara a moment to realize who it was. It was Marshall, but he had dragon wings and other such features on him now... Suddenly his cold body from earlier made a lot more sense. He had to be an Ice Dragon, or at least something like that. Before she could expand upon this thought further, he flew over to her, hovering just above her as he apologized for what happened "Ah... Considering the circumstances, I think that's alright." She replied "Though naturally this is a lot to take in... You wouldn't happen to have somewhere I can sit down and process for a while, would you?" She asked him.

Ballroom (Interacting: thespectacularstorm thespectacularstorm )
 
Hazel,Valeria,Nathan
(Location: Ballroom/Tagged: thespectacularstorm thespectacularstorm Funeral Funeral )
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Endangered beasts, match making, magic and witches? This was all hard to process. The longer the brunette thought, the more the signature makes sense. The werewolf, ghosts and precautions. How could they not worry. It's far from normal and hard to take in. She turns to a blonde asking a good question that she herself would like to know. Hazel turns to Novalie while helping Nathan up.

"If you allow yourself to open up the possibilities of monsters and magic, yes! There are no secrets left to keep now that've told you what I needed to. Any questions you have I will answer with honesty and to the best of my extent. Well of course you will eat sleep ans anything else desired for you to function. Although if you're aaking to move in you're free to do so otherwise you can go home and just come back here. Whatever is closer for you." Hazel chimed giving her an excited smile. As sweet as this woman must be, Valeria still couldn't handle being here at this moment.

"This is too much." She spun on her heel ready to leave. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees the pouring rain coming down hard. It didn't seen likely for it to stop the longer she stays on the porch in the cold. Irritated, the woman turns to Hazel pointing at the rain. "You wouldn't by chance cause this to happen on purpose to keepnus here did you?"

Hazel sweat drops towards the question. "I may be a witch dear, but not even I can control the forces of nature. I take it you don't read the forecast do you?" Val thros her head against the doorway letting out an exhasperated sigh. "It is awfully late. If you're all exhausted, you may rest here. We have rooms available for you. You may leave in the morning or whenever you like. The spectrals will show you to your rooms. If pajamas are required, I'll have them send you some as well." Valeria nods muttering a, "Thanks. What are spectrals?"

"Ghosts~ The ghosts that were spooked away earlier." Hazel replied. Valeria pales to to know there are ghosts wandering about. Of course there are. It's a typical spooky house. A spectal took form of a human only this time they are transparent like an actual one should be. The brunette ponders if she literally danced with a ghost. The only one without a match. How sad. No! Why should she be sad? It's fine. She doesn't need monster love. She needs regular, just as her life is. Ordinary. Except for this specific day. After tomorrow she's out the door. The auburn woman is the first to follow the spectral to her assigned bedroom along with anyone else following.

On the way to her room Valeria decided to take a moment to process everything. Hand purse in hand in case she had to leave and sneak a cab. A random door opens revealing a beautiful guest room. Tidy with lovely architecture. She turns to the ghost, "You're coming back to give me those pajamas right?" The specter nods leaving her to her privacy. Fingers run over the mahogany desk admiring it's wood work. A peefect view of the front yard as rain pours over the city. She leans her head against the cool window soothing her being. His words rang in her head. "I'm not a dream, but you are." She said sadly staring out the window basking in the moonlight.

Meanwhile, Nathan avoided eye contact from Nova as he self loathed himself dor tonight knowing his punishment to come.
 
William Veladreus
Location: Ballroom - Guest Room
Interactions: n/a

"As I said. You're all witches/warlock. Your family comes from a long bloodline of magic. The stories your grandparents possibly told about how they used to live so long ago? The fairy tales in your books were written not out of fiction. Every one of those is real. The big bad wolf. That's Castiel. Little red riding hood is me. I used to wear a red hood until the red reminded me of the blood spilled by my coven. Japanese fire bird called a tengu? April." Hazel points to the emotional woman. "Each one of these residents are magical creatures endangered. We hide because humans like you fear them for being different without bothering to give them a chance. We did what we had to so they too can have a chance at love and experience the world without fear while at the same time the need to save their species by breeding."

So he here just because these creatures wanted breed? What was he? Livestock meant to be used to create more creatures? But seeing how he hasn’t been kidnapped and been fucked already, he takes it that they want their partners to give some sort of consent. They could’ve used a better word than ‘breeding’…such a crude word. So in all honesty he went to a paranormal group date? Not that got to the dating part but still…

“That's...sad. But the question remains of why hide your intentions? What evidence do you have that we're witches?" The woman who convinced him to hear out the witch asked.

"You wouldn't possibly comply to begin with nor believe me. Your earlier reactions said it all. The moment of vulnurability is the only reason why you stand here or because you're curious. As for evidence. I will gladly show you." The witch closes her eyes and takes a a deep breath concentrating. The floor beneath her glows into a brilliant, pool of light expanding towards everyone's feet until they're all met with the light. So warm and inviting as if soothing everything held in their bodies. William felt something…something deep inside of him stir as if waking for the first time. He knew that all those invited plus Hazel were magic users and all the others were supernatural creatures. He just knew somehow like he was sensing them? God this situation is all sorts of fucked. Not even nicotine is going help his stress levels, now all he wants to do is go to sleep and hope it all disappears in the morning.

The light fades away leaving the room in silence. "Now you know what I am? How I feel?" She asks.

"You're....a witch. You're all actual beasts. How? What? That doesn't exactly-" That woman says.

"You're all thinking logically. That's the thing. It's magic. You're not really supposed to think that way. You're supposed to feel it. You're all unfamiliar with it because no one taught you. You’re taught to be humans. That's all you know. There is more to your dull lives than working and trying to find a way to become the best achiever of your company, inspiration with your books even stressing over petty things that magic can help solve. You all hold powers you're unaware of. To you it's a skill, but it's not normal to have. Have you not noticed your skill/ power have a deeper meaning? Like what's different from you out of the rest of the world?" Hazel lectured. "I've said what I needed to. It's up to all of you to decide what you wish to believe. I won't hold you hostage, but if you want to know more. My doors are always open. Know one thing. You're probably going to have trouble tomrrow controlling your powers. My abilities allow me awaken powers to it's proper state." She smirked. What special skill of his actually magic? The only thing that comes to mind was his fervent desire to invent and create things. Wait a minute wouldn’t that fit with those fictional stories of his family being artificers!? He thought those were just stupid stories meant to bore their children to sleep not an actual history lesson.

While William was mentally panicking about the previously fiction history of his family a lizard hybrid walks in and starts talking to one of the woman that had been quiet.

"So if we stay you'll teach us how to control this power you say we have? And no more secrets? Will we be fed? Is there a place to sleep? I mean... I don't know what mythical creatures need to survive or if they even sleep but... we humans do, mystical or not." Asked the woman he saw on his smoke break.

"If you allow yourself to open up the possibilities of monsters and magic, yes! There are no secrets left to keep now that've told you what I needed to. Any questions you have I will answer with honesty and to the best of my extent. Well of course you will eat sleep ans anything else desired for you to function. Although if you're asking to move in you're free to do so otherwise you can go home and just come back here. Whatever is closer for you." Hazel chimed giving her an excited smile. The still unnamed woman moves to leave and opens to door to it raining, and turns to blame it on the witch. At this point he wouldn’t be surprised is it was actually the witch.

Hazel sweat drops towards the question. "I may be a witch dear, but not even I can control the forces of nature. I take it you don't read the forecast do you?. It is awfully late. If you're all exhausted, you may rest here. We have rooms available for you. You may leave in the morning or whenever you like. The spectrals will show you to your rooms. If pajamas are required, I'll have them send you some as well."

The nameless woman nods muttering, "Thanks. What are spectrals?"

"Ghosts~ The ghosts that were spooked away earlier." Hazel replied. Those were the fake guests!? Ghosts!? How is he still bothering to be surprised anymore, let’s just leave all explanations with the horribly vague word ‘magic’. William debates with himself whether or not it’s worth it to stay in a haunted mansion or to leave and get soaked to bone...haunted mansion it is. He just wants to sleep by any means necessary even if he’s got to sleep in this god forsaken place. He’s already stressed enough, he doesn’t want to be soaking wet as well. He grimaces when he stares at the spectre as it leads him to his room. It was unnatural in all the worst places, thankfully it disappears when they arrive of his temporary room. Opening the door he looks around, spotting the mentioned pyjamas lying on the bed. For a guest room it wasn’t too bad. He quickly shrugs of this clothing and mask, folds them then puts it on the dresser. He slips on the pyjamas, raising a brow at the nearly perfect fit but decided it’s not worth it to think about. He shuts off the light a slides bed to hopefully everything being normal in the morning though he severely doubts that’ll happen.
 
Marshall Icarys
Location:: Ballroom | Mood:: Thankful | Interaction:: LegoLad659 LegoLad659 ​

Marshall thought for a moment thinking of the best place for her to be alone. "I would offer you my room as not a soul in this house goes in there but I doubt you'll fare longer than two minutes in there in that dress." His basement room was completely encased in thick unmelting ice and he didn't think her tender human flesh would take too well to being in that environment without protection. "I can take you to your room if you'd like? Mother has a bunch of them set up for you humans in case you wished to stay. No one would bother you there and you're free to roam around as you wish. If.. you trust me," he questioned holding his hand out. He could easily fly her there faster than the spectrals would lead her.

Novalie Polaris
Location:: Ballroom | Mood:: Neutral | Interaction:: Pumpkid Pumpkid ​

Listening to everything that was said it seemed like going home was more trouble than it's worth. It was pouring rain, which she thought the forecast said later so she'd have enough time to have fun and drive home, but it was pouring now. Nathan's avoidance of eye contact intrigued her. She knew he probably felt bad about what happened but as quickly as it happened was as quickly as she moved on from it. She took the opportunity to mess with him to at least get something out of this night. Her light footsteps tapped against the flooring as she walked up to Hazel and Nathan, standing underneath him as he towered over her. She looked up with a smirk, her hand touching his cheek as she rubbed small circles with her thumb. "And here I thought we'd have to sleep with our preferred supernatural~ I would have enjoyed spending more time with the wolf boy." The blonde stopped turning on her heels to leave. Her head turned just enough to look back over her shoulder as she spoke. "He is my favorite of the group after all. But alas, I guess it wasn't meant to be isn't that right Lovebug who refuses to look at me?" She addressed him sarcastic but sweet in tone as she started to walk away. Nova had this strange habit of making people who feel bad either feel ten times worse or a hundred times better but she never really cared which. She wanted to spend the night with him listening to his stories about what it was like being a mythical creature, how he survives, everything about all this. Her mind was racing with limitless possibilities she needed answers to. There was no way she could go to sleep but as the woman said the spectrals would lead the way to her room.
 
Tamara​
"Ah, of course..." Tamara replied. Now, she wasn't saying she was hoping to go to his room. But some small part of her was kind of hoping it would happen. He reached out to her, offering to lead her to her room instead, and she nodded, taking his hand "That sounds fine." She said, smiling a little at him. As for staying, well, if she explained the weather to her sister she was sure she'd understand.

Ballroom (Interacting: thespectacularstorm thespectacularstorm )
 
Ellison Damien Wells
(Tagged: Pumpkid Pumpkid )
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Present:

What started off as scattered showers, the rain comes down furiously now as if a maelstrom is forming, on land. The window gives a distorted view of the outside because of the rain. The forest looks like a sad, old painting with running colors. The city distant blurs, with only the brightest light coming back to the mansion as a dull light because of the distance. The sound of the pouring rain drowns out every other sound outside. The deer and her young, the birds, and the things that lurk in these dark woods quiet on this night.

A flash of light illuminates the forest but for a moment. Nothing in them. The lightning wakes up and slowly starts to gather itself. A loud sound as it yawns and still waking up from a deep slumber. A quick flash of light even greater illuminates everything under the skies. The trees, the ground, the mansion, a face looking out the window. A quick sound follows the lightning that touches the ground.

"But what if I'm not dreaming....................." a voice asks outside from somewhere deep, hidden by the darkness and the vertigo trees.

The skies fully awake now, grumble annoyed as if awakened from a deep slumber. A light comes down faster than when a song comes crashing down and it's verse lies hidden forever from human ears. The light shines on everything. The face in the window still looking outside. With another face looking back at her, from the same spot the lightning struck.

"What if you're not a dream?" the person standing outside asks.


Earlier:

"I'm so glad you that you came. I'm happy you're here"
"......................................."
"How are you? Did you have a hard time finding the room I'm in?"
"(How is this possible? No human can see me or hear me?)" the figure standing outside the curtain asks.
"The doctor says I'll be ready to leave again soon. Not because I want too.........................."
"........................................................."
The man doing all the talking shifts with a sound of pain in his voice, "But because they need this bed for someone important. Someone that has a home. That doesn't sleep under the stars. Frank, they told me I only have 6 months to live.....................I have cancer" the man says.
("He is talking to himself. Indeed he does not know I am here. This cruel fate is not found in any dream, in dreams the sun shines on the poor and lowly and on the rich. In dreams there are no poor or no wants. In dreams everyone has their own Valeria to awake too and embrace every moment when the soul aches for touch") Ellison thinks to himself.

"Frank, I'm tired of this. I'm tired of everything. My life is standing outside in a crowded city and yet invisible. Because I don't have a home to go to every night, because my hands are dirty, the words on my shirt are fading, and because I ask for mercy, I'm less than a human to everyone. Dying is my mercy, I'm just so tired Frank" the man laying in the hospital bed says.
The curtains slowly open. The man is silent.

"Son of man......................I'm sorry" Ellison says. "It's kind of dark in here, I can't see you. Are you a doctor? Please can I stay another night here?" the man responds. "No, I am not a doctor. I am someone that came here to ask you something" Ellison says.

"You're tired of being less than human, I'm tired of never being seen. You're tired of being in the cold every night, I'm tired of being cold inside, no emotions, no feelings. We are both tired" Ellison lifts up a hat and to the man it looks like it's floating. Speechless, he stares. "You don't have much time left, and I have all the time in the world. I ask you, in your time left in this world, do you want to see things and experience things you could never before? Things even humans in the highest places in the world will never see? Do you want to feel like.......................a human being? No longer less than what you are?" he asks.

The man lays in bed with a tears falling down. "I don't want to be treated differently and I don't want people to think I'm better or worse than them...................I just want to be treated like a human being. Even if I am homeless"
Ellison is quiet for a moment. "I'm not human, I'm something else. We would be together until you body passes away. I would see everything through your eyes and control everything you do, plainly, possession. If you do not wish for this, I will go and you will never see me again"

The man slowly coming out of the shock responds, "Take me away from this life that I have. This is the first time I've been shown mercy" the man responds.
"Son of man, if I stay in your body for longer than 72 hours, I will be there permanently. When you're gone from this world, so will I"

The sick man in bed listens carefully to his words, he nods and........................smiles. With tears running down his face he smiles.

Present:

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(Ellison's new and last body, standing outside)
 
CANDY​
Ballroom/Tagged: Lenny2000 Lenny2000 Pumpkid Pumpkid

Candy hesitated at first to give the unconscious man-beast to the black werewolf. She had no clue who this person was, and though the person who had been dancing earlier with her was also still a stranger, she didn't want to be out of his reach either. However, since this man used familiar tones to speak in regards to the creature. She squeezed it's hand (claw? paw? whatever it was) and nodded, letting the werewolf take care of him.

Her attention was diverted by the white-haired woman beginning to speak in the center of the ballroom, and she took a few steps forward to better hear what she was saying. At first she felt her eyebrow crease up in disbelief. Really, she was supposed to uphold Hans Christian Anderson and the Brothers Grimm as historical writers, and not fictional ones? But at the same time, it was difficult not to believe her words after seeing the redhead boy transform right in front of her outside.

Then the light started to spread out through the floor, enwrapping both Candy and everyone else in warm rays. A strong connection began to form within her between all the others around her, as Candy sensed that every single one of them had a magical ability in some way. Which meant that she surely had powers as well.

"Hell yeah, this is the best day ever!" she whooped, already becoming super hyped. "I can develop my magical powers and be just like the girls in Rosario Vampire!" then, realizing that she had voiced these feelings way too loud, laughed awkwardly and took another step back from the center of the room.

When Hazel gave them a tip about recognizing their power, Candy almost instantly picked up on what it was. Her voice had always seemed to allure those around her, which had sometimes gotten her in more trouble than it was worth. It was both a blessing and a curse, and now she had an explanation for it's inordinate attractive prowess. However, this also raised doubts within her as well. What if her actual voice wasn't that beautiful, and people were only charmed by her because she unknowingly hypnotized them in some way? These fears and others started rising up just as quickly as her original theory, and she gulped them down before she could focus on them too much. Better to immerse oneself in actions than to overthink something and crumble into tears.

When another one of the guests brought up the question of food and lodging, Candy initially wanted to try heading back to her apartment. As sweet as it would be to move in to a building where she didn't need to pay rent, she had a morning shift to prepare for and her work outfit was still at home. But as soon as she realized there was a downpour, she decided against it. Though she could still order another Lyft driver, the car couldn't go all the way up to the driveway, meaning she would get her expensive outfit dirty. No, it was better to wait out the night here for now. Maybe if she called in sick, they would let her off the hook.

APRIL​
Ballroom/Tagged: Radio_Rat66.6 Radio_Rat66.6 Pumpkid Pumpkid

For a few minutes, April allowed James to shield her in his arms. He felt strong and warm, which was a perfect combination for a Tengu like her. With her small, slender form wrapped in his arms, she felt safe from all minor and major troubles the world could throw at her. She wrapped her arms around him as well, and for a while it was like there was no one else in the room.

However, she was awakened from her temporary reverie by Candy's brisk, worried tone. Lightly detaching herself, April's cheeks turned pink, and she rubbed her fingers together in a timid manner. "I apologize...I'm not usually so informal." she said, her expression bearing some concern. She didn't want to seem overly forward, and definitely didn't want to be viewed as childish. There was just something so comforting and understood in the silence and words shared between them, which made her feel like they'd known each other for months instead of just a few hours.

Her countenance resumed a pleasant disposition as Hazel began to talk, as she was certain all would be mended by the caretaker's words. She couldn't hide her deepened blush when Hazel referenced her, though. She was one of the few mansion residents who hadn't revealed their true form yet, and she wished to keep it that way. Only those she could really trust to see her the same despite her outward looks would be allowed to view her Tengu form. Right now, that list excluded all but Hazel, though she hoped James could be added as a trustworthy companion soon.

The more Hazel discussed the guests' untapped power, the more curious April became of James's. She was sure his power must balance out hers in some way, since Hazel would have verified that whoever April's mate was would be the perfect counterpart. But she too wanted to let him tell her of his own accord, so that way she could really tell that he trusted her.

Realizing that the guests were about to be sent to bed, April turned around to send James a goodnight farewell. She opened her mouth, a million words at the edge of her tongue, and then just closed it mutely. Instead, she smiled and gently said "It was wonderful to meet you, James. Goodnight, and I do hope you'll stay here."
 
Bo Ah Lam

As the other guests started retiring Bo showed no signs of fatigue. Her body was trained for the night. A huntress beneath the moon, bathed in its eternal beauty. She drank the last of her blood and left for her room. She removed the mask and dress for a more comfortable, darker, outfit. She left her hair down and went back downstairs to find Hazel again.
Pumpkid Pumpkid

...

James Winthrop

James looked down at April when she pulled away. The woman had said she was a Tengu. He had heard it somewhere, but he was partially certain it was like a Phoenix. He could see it. She had a sort of fire to her. He smiled softly and listened to her apology.
"I wouldn't judge you without cause. Or anyone for that matter."
He reached up and ran his hand through his hair.
"Don't worry about me leaving. I believe we still have a book to discuss."
He smiled again.
"And hopefully many more."
He reached his hand up and lifted up his mask so she could see his face properly. He placed the mask back in its place and left to follow a spectral to what would be his room. He looked at the room and smiled. It looked like it was taken from a book. It was beautiful. He dressed in the pajamas he was provided and went to bed. He didn't care if it was early.
Taraninja16 Taraninja16​
 
Valeria
(Location: Bedroom/ Tagged: Funeral Funeral )​

This night has been draining to brunette woman. Nothing but the sound of rain with her skin pressed against the cool window to soothe her throbbing headache. She hums a tune to that of last night. How many times has she heard it? Oh that's right. She's heard the lofi-hop version. The song sampled as she typed away on her computer back home. Speaking of stories, this has been quite a roller-coaster. Inspirational to write a book of her occurrence. Although now she is uncertain of staying here to harness her powers while learning more about her second, new life. What powers could she possibly have that deems her of the name 'witch'? Everyone else seems to have realized that they indeed hold abnormalities contrast to their peers. However, Valeria is one of the few that felt normal than anyone. Why it saddened her she did not know. Feasibly hopeful to finally have something that's not normal to her average life only to discover that she might not even have such powers. There is nothing she can think of that made her stand out from the crowd. Maybe there is a way to find out. Maybe the answers lie within her and will be brought out with the help of the leader. If she has awakened everyone's powers, then her question could be answered. Valeria smirks with her balled hand as if gripping her resolve. The lightning's roar startles the woman away from the window. What freaked her even more out is a person standing outside staring specifically at her window. She yelps jumping back away. Heart racing as if a million miles per second. An over exaggeration, but the organ is beating pretty fast.

"What the hell was that? Is there a guy standing out in the rain? Maybe it's just my imagination and it could be a dense ghost?" She told herself. Her curiosity starting to get the best of her to check for a confirmation. She leans in close for a peek to find the man still standing there as if lost in their own thoughts. Val scoots back disturbed. "Okay! Totally not creepy at all. Not one bit. I'll just close the blinds." She mumbled sliding the curtains over the glass to ease her from the stranger being able to stare back. She takes a deep breath, exhales, and sits at the edge of the bed telling herself to relax. "Maybe I need some sleep. It's pretty late and I am tired." A yawn escapes her as if reminding her body of her exhaustion. Noted, a pair of pajamas rest on the end of the bed. Curious how they suddenly appeared in time. The specter must have dropped by in the midst of her daydream or even her small hysteria. Regardless, Val is grateful for their hospitality. It would be cold and uncomfortable to sleep in something formal. She'd have to wear them tomorrow dreading to wear her heels and walk back home. It will probably seem like she's doing the walk of shame. Lucky for her, she has forgotten about Lyft, or Uber. Even a taxi. Way cheaper.

Once her jewelry is off, stashed in her purse, heels off, make-up off, switched into pajamas, the brunette crawls into bed, lights switched off ready to doze off. Alas, it was so difficult to sleep with theories, questions swirling in her mind. Often the reason for keeping her up all night. She jumped into one rabbit hole then the next fighting sleep. It's ridiculous, yet she loves and hates sleep at the same time causing her to be a conundrum for it. Before Valeria can sleep, she decides to write a few things down usually helping her relax. A few notes to add somewhere to her book. The words in her head written on a note pad:

If I told you I love you, would you love me back? If I let you in, will you forever carry my heart?
If I wanted a kiss will you comply?
Hold your hand and never let go will you still be here tomorrow with an answer?
Tell me yes. That's all I want. Love is all I ever wanted, but Love has never.........
​
The words left unfinished left open for anyone to see as the girl fell victim to sleep thinking of what to write next.


Nathan
(Location: Ball room/ Tagged: thespectacularstorm thespectacularstorm )​

Nathan lets out a soft gasp of surprise from Nova's touch. So affectionate and kind even after his mess. His eyes sparkled with confusion and appreciation. Hazel blushes when the blonde mentioned about sleeping in the same room with her desired partner. She is glad that her choice in picking Novalie into the mix will match with someone. Someone being Nathan. Her baby boy finally with a girlfriend. Possibly. She couldn't jump to conclusions yet. "Ah, well he can, but unfortunately I'd be quite too early for such activities." She hinted. "Your power may be awakened, but they must first go through performance of how well you can use them and such before even going to such lengths." Nathan instantly turns a deep shade of red. Steam fuming from his ears as Hazel suggested such innuendo. Nova clearly spoke out of innocence. Right? He thought scrambling to find the answers only frustrating him to ruffle his once combed here back to it's original spiked hair. "Hazel!" He barked in utter embarrassment with a cracked, high pitch voice. "Stop! She didn't mean it like that. She just meant..." His eyes redirect to Novalie. Hears tucked back hanging his head low. "...she's asking why I'm not looking at her." Nova had followed the Specter along with a few other humans retiring for the night before he could answer. He wanted to chase her. He should. There is no way anyone else can take her right? Everyone had someone. Still the thought of her finding someone new ate at him causing him a pang of jealousy to erupt. Before he could storm up those stairs for the blonde, Cas tugs the wolf back by his collar.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked sternly. "Escort our guests to their rooms." He replied. "I don't think so. Before I can even let you off, we have matters to discuss about your charm. The fact that you nearly blew our cover and the possibility of getting out hand like that in the future endangering others." He lectured. Nate already knew he screwed up. No need to remind him. The pup pulls away irritated to face the elder werewolf. "I'm sorry okay? That guy really ticked me off. He was going to ruin everything and I couldn't let that happen!" He argued. "You still have a lot to learn kid. There will always be assholes like that. You just need to find a state of calmness instead of thinking brash." Nate growls irritated. "Before you go lecturing me, don't you think you should focus on him?" He points to Illyria now resting over Castiel's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "You're right, which is why you're coming with me to resuscitate him while I scold you and fix your damn charm with out resistance." Nate rolls his eyes grumbling. "Come on." It felt unfair that he is the only one getting a scolding of a life time while everyone else is left Scot free. Though he supposed he is the only one by far whom let his instincts get the best of him.

As they wandered through the halls, Nate manages to catch a glimpse of Nova being the last one to get her room. He halts in front of her wearing the goofiest smile. "Love bug eh? I think that nick name is only suited for me. Meaning it's meant to be if you went through the trouble of even finding me a name." He scoffs. "Look...I'm sorry. I couldn't look at you because there is a reason. I'm being punished for my actions. Being a beast means having limitations to survive amongst humans. That means I'm suppose to learn to be in control. That feral attack I nearly made....it's not me. Well....it is, but there is a logical explanation for that. I snapped. When I snapped I can't control myself I-" "Oi! Lover boy get your ass in here now!" Cas calls. The white haired brute flinches form the tone of voice then growls again. It's annoying to be babied. "I gotta go. I would rebel but he's kind of my only family and teacher so...wolf life." He shrugs. "We can talk later...maybe tomorrow if you're still around. I still want to talk to you." "Oi!" Cas called once more rushing the wolf. "Five...four...three!" He stared. "I'll see ya later okay bye?" He licks her cheek unknowingly then dashes down the hall turning the corner to the medical ward. He may be annoyed over the short conversation, but it was well worth it to even say anything. His shift in mood causes him to grin as he felt happy for the first time in a long time.

Hazel
(Location: Ballroom>Porch/ Tagged: Radio_Rat66.6 Radio_Rat66.6 Funeral Funeral Lenny2000 Lenny2000 )​


Cas steps in front of Hazel showing her his body shaped into mutation and unconscious. There is not heart beat, no charm. Drastic measures are to be taken when such an occurrence happens to the red head. "Oh no. What happened?" She asked. "We're not sure, but he must have taken his charm off too early." Hazel hums assessing the male's body. She then turns over to a walking figure. Cas senses the intruder approaching the manor. The two trot over to the entrance wondering if they are able to see the manor or just the trees. Why on earth would a man at this hour be up? Hazel takes a whiff, but her senses did not allow her to get anything. The water washed away all scents. Instead she took the time to study the stranger. She follows his view of focus towards the window. Valeria. "So he can see the manor." She murmured. The aura around the stranger is familiar. New, yet familiar. A mix between human and something else she can only guess is. "Ellison?" One of the newer residents of the manor. "Excuse me! Sir!" Hazel calls out from the porch. "What are you doing out there? Did you possess another body...Ellison?" She pressed. The curtains blinded sight of Valeria. She must have noticed and gotten spooked. The man did not seem to hear her. The rain is too heavy to even speak out. Hazel hums in thought with an idea. She turns to Cas. "Set Illyria in the medical ward. I'll tend to him after this get's settled." The brute nods taking his leave. She then turns to Bo, "Stay here in case he reacts hostile." Hopefully it didn't come to that, but the humans Ellison possessed usually are aware in some way. The snow haired woman takes her umbrella from the coat rag and her favorite hooded rain coat. She wanders out with an umbrella shielding her for the time being before shielding the stranger. "Ellison? Is that you? I can sense you're in there. You'll catch a cold in that form. Why don't you come inside my dear?" She offered him her hand and a warm smile.
 
Bo Ah Lam

Bo nodded and stood out by the door. It was too wet for her comfort out there. But once night fell entirely, when the moon was highest, she'd go out regardless. She needed the hunt. The stretch and shift of taking another form. Perhaps tonight she would be a hawk soaring above, or a wolf stalking in the trees.
For now she'd aid Hazel in greeting someone. She assumed they were wild and violent. The witch could normally handle things on her own. Bo could easily overpower anyone. Despite her small, thin stature she rivaled the strength of bodybuilders. All without lifting a single weight. It only cost her life and beating pulse. She shrugged to herself.
Pumpkid Pumpkid​
 
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