Vampire Castle: the continued story (Full/Open)

[Crimson-Valkyrie]

Beatrix Everest Galloway



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Whether it be her lack of concentration back to the study room, or her lack of interest to return, Beatrix had take a few wrong turns here and there. So what was the reason for prolonging her need to get to the destination? A lack of interest.

The Crimson Djinn was deep in thought of the weeks prior to her arrival. What consumed her mainly was the fact that she still had the events during the raid on the Norway Castle, fresh in her mind. Of course one couldn't deny the terrible acts that happened, but for some reason Beatrix was drowning in them. She had come too late, her King - her cousin, was dead. Not only that, she had made sure his brother met the same fate.

Letting out a deep sigh, she wondered if being Odells Chief Advisor was really the right thing. Maybe this Add character was best suited for the job, than she?

No - no! She shook the idea from her mind and cursed herself for even letting the thought enter. Why the retched man had now a place in her thoughts. Furious with herself she came back around the where she first started, a seemingly empty hallway. Rolling her eyes she urged herself to return to the study.

In no rush she had still made it back, with only a short time having passed, however it was enough to see that there was a gathering going on. This sparked a few flames to burn inside. Giovanni couldn't be blamed if he was only carrying out orders to see everything was ready for her, but what of the others in the room? They had sought him out and sure enough, he was still here, and they now too were occupying the room.

Zakhar , Add, Giovanni, and a strange new man; this truly was a sausage fest. However she stood far from the entrance, her back almost against the wall of the hallway. Another sigh - soft in nature this time. However, she was in no mood to put down her files and get to work with these men in her way. So instead, without so much as a word she turned and took her leave. Going back the way she came, she assumed no one had saw her, therefore wouldn't be stopped. This was good, she didn't need them following or asking for anything.

As she made it to the drawing room, she peeked her head in and relaxed. There was no one there. Entering she took a seat by the window and began looking through the papers. The key numbers were tucked into the side of her pant pocket, it wasn't needed at this time.

There she reviewed the little information she had on how to officially make herself Odells new Advisor. There were plenty of rules and she had her uncle to thank for it.


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Where: Drawing room
When: Mid evening
With: Self
Thoughts: Geez, they really couldn't have made it harder....?

[The Original Nosferatu]

----Whoever appeals to the law against his
fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of himself without
that law is both. For a wounded man shall
say to his assailant, "If I Live, I will kill you.
If I Die, you are forgiven." Such is the
Rule of Honor.- --

Quote:

"You are like me, Kagan.. You've become what you are by your own hand. I was created with no sire, like Cain himself I brought on my own damnation."
"I am well aware of your lore, but can you just be quiet? This really hurts and the sound of your voice is making it worse."
"You'd be better off as a Nosferatu, I think.. You are too prone to weakness of sacred objects, it effects you worse than it did me. I never caught fire when I had holy water splashed on me."
"Drinking blood doesn't appeal to me, I love sweets far too much to give them up, I can walk in the sunlight, and I can swim across a river if I wanted."
"True, but what would you rather be? A Night-Walker, or a Nazi?"
"Both get the same amount of trouble in this age, Count. Also.. I'm not a Nazi, just cursed to look like one."
"The noble blood that pumps through those veins is tarnished by that Demon, if you would just embrace your true bloodline.. The power you could wield.. It would purge the malicious creature from you, and you could finally break the ties of your past."
"I can see that stubbornness runs in the family."
"Hehehehehe, that it does."

Kagan shuffles weakly forward through the forest, his uniform scorched and full of holes from the small battle he'd just been through, the entrancing aroma of his potent blood emanating from his bullet wounds. His hideout had been attacked by some sort of religious radicals who'd discovered his presence in the area, he managed to escape but had to fight his way out of his own temporary home.. A full-blown firefight just to reach the door. Luckily he came out on top, the assailants didn't seem very educated in the tactics or strategy of a shootout, unlike the German here.. Who knew the etiquette of modern warfare all too well.

After a few hours of walking he finally reached the clearing and the grounds the castle sat on, ah yes.. This was the place his ancestor told him to go to seek safety, normally he wouldn't trust Dracula's word as far as he could throw him, but Tepes was out of options. The young soldier slings his STG-44 in a non-aggressive stance, raising his hands to show that he was not displaying any hostility just as two guards approach slowly. "Go on, my grandson.. Say what I told you." Kagan shivers when he hears Vlad's words in his mind, the situation bringing back his memories of surrendering to the Americans, he could remember how terrified he was when staring down the barrels of the enemy's weapon, white rag hanging off the barrel of his own rifle. "I am Kagan Tepes, I come seeking zhe Right of Asylum vithin your valls on zhe grounds of racial persecution." The soldier asks through staggered breaths as blood trickled from between the side of his mouth, trying to state his case without realizing just how silly he must've seemed. "Ahahahaha! You are dressed like a Nazi and asking for help with that reason! I told you just to ask for Asylum! Do you realize how humorous you sound?! Your name should be enough to let you in, boy." Tepes flinches when he is taunted by the voice in his head, but watching as the guards talk amongst themselves, one stepping away most likely to consult someone with more authority. It was understandable, just allowing an armed stranger in the castle was a risk, so he would remain patient until given permission or turned away.

"Gott kennt meine Sünden..
So versteckt er Sie von mir!"

<-:-:-:-Hauptmann Kagan Tepes-:-:-:->
*Current Attire*
Uniform with Trench Coat.

Current Armament:
-STG-44 Assault Rifle.- 7 magazines filled with standard ammunition.
-Artillery Luger P08- 3 magazines filled with blessed silver bullets.
-Model 24 Stielhandgranate- x3
-Model 24 Tear Gas grenades- x3
-Standard issue trench knife-


When conversing: Green means he is speaking German. Red means he is speaking English.
Blue means he is speaking Russian.

[Aemon Hart]

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Dmitri Osin Karev
Pureblood Russian Vampire

►Location: Russian Estate ~ Music Room
►With:Yumi and Yonina.
►Music stuck in his head: The Monster
►Thoughts: Now, time for my play time to end.

► As Yonina had sang hers he gave her one of his charming smiles. She was good, nothing like her sisters which could in turn hurt people, but still very good at carrying a solid tune and melody. And before being able to give a moment of praise Yumi had clapped for her and jumped up on stage. She really was full of so much energy.

"Lovely Princess Yonina." he nodded then turned to Yumi before she started. "I am glad you are so eager Princess Yumi." he then went into playing a tune for her song and there were moments in the song that the sound waves seemed to vibrate the room and he could then see what it was that Yonina had warned him about; on a smaller scale of course.

When Yumi finally finished he stood up and applauded. "Beautiful. Both of you sing so wonderfully." He moved away from the piano and offered an arm to Yumi to escort her off the stage area. "I think though, it is time for you each to find your rooms. I have my own responsibilities to take care of before I can continue to play." he said the last part as he looked to Yumi.

He turned his gaze to the doorway, "Princesses." he said as he offered his other arm to Yonina. "Shall we?" he asked as he waited to see if they were both ready to head to their rooms.

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[Aemon Hart]

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XX K E A T O N XX
"The Ward Of Karev"

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Keaton hesitated as Maestro and Talianna came up beside him on the stairs. Catching the words Maestro said he nodded. Though he stopped in his tracks a moment, something was off here, yet, he couldn't put his finger on it. So many people had shown up, all in a similar time frame. It didn't settle well with him. Was this trouble? Or was this protection for the Millard family that he didn't completely understand. He turned to look back out over the guards and the length of the grounds to the gates. Another figure, the guards out there dealing with another figure.

Focusing his eyes to the distance all he could make out was the uniform the man wore, he didn't pay to much attention to history when he was in school but there were some things that every child in every school seems to know. And the symbol upon the uniform was one of them. German and from the looks a Nazi. Something about it didn't feel quiet right. Let the guards handle it, and if he makes it in the castle - then he could get answers from the man then on his presence here.

Letting out a deep sigh he looked to Zhanna once more, shook his head and turned to go inside. By the time he got inside all that was left in the foyer seemed to be Mikhail, in which he gave a sly smile a mock salute to the man.

Placing his hands in his pockets he looked around, a guard here and there, none of which paid him any mind. A passing maid, once more not paying him any mind. How was he going to find Dmitri? He could ask for directions, but what kind of man would he be? It was so much more fun to go searching through rooms to find where he could be.

He pondered a moment, the look on his face in deep thought. Looking down one hall then the next. He finally started out slowly to his left and took for down the halls. He hoped he would run into Dmitri, but the chances were he would most likely find anyone but him.








【 L O C A T I O N :X Russian Palace ⇒ Halls】
【 C O M P A N Y :X Alone】
【 F E E L I N G :X Intrigued 】
【 T H O U G H T S :X ❝ Eanie Meanie Miney MO! ❞ 】

[Dea and #Teddy#]

I look so gentle when you see me....

Samantha Goodwill Millard and Yonina Millard-The Vampire Queen and one of her little vampire princesses

Samantha gave a small dip of her head in gratitude as Kain assured her he would get started on it right away. She could only hope he could find something, so she might speak with her brother or at the very least, get to see her nephew. She was quiet as Taliana led them to their rooms, managing a small smile when Kain insisted she just call him Kain when she put master in front of his name. She had gotten used to titles, but when one has been queen for about ten years, it was something you could not change. She nodded to Kain as he was here, if she needed him, a smile on her lips to tell him she appreciated it. She watched him go into his room, before she continued to walk with the maid. When Taliana spoke, she wondered if it was really that obvious that thoughts were troubling the young queen. She debated whether she should say anything, she knew she needed to be strong..but should she trust to let her guard down with the maid?

"No, not really, but I have to stay strong for my family and my people. I miss my husband and my best friend, it is so hard to think that they aren't with us anymore. Add to that I had to leave a place I called home again for the second time. Plus, I do not know where my brother or mother is, my brother and I were not on the greatest of terms before he disappeared,"Samantha explained in a quiet voice, trying to keep from crying.




Yonina smiled softly when her sister clapped for her and Dmitri gave his own praise of her singing. She had gone to sit down as her sister hopped on the stage, she wasn't going to tell her sister that she couldn't have her turn yet. She folded her hands in her lap and listened attentively to her sister's singing, glad there had just been a little tremor of things from time to time. She clapped for her sister, very proud of her for doing so well, then nodded to Dmitri as he suggested it was time to go to their bedrooms. She got up from her seat and walked over to where he was, taking ahold of his arm that he offered her.

"Thank you, I appreciate it,"Nina told him.

[The Original Nosferatu]

----Whoever appeals to the law against his
fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of himself without
that law is both. For a wounded man shall
say to his assailant, "If I Live, I will kill you.
If I Die, you are forgiven." Such is the
Rule of Honor.- --

Kagan's patience paid off, the return of a guard with the news of 'Access Granted', a great weight drifted from his shoulders at that moment. He felt a certain sensation of safety as he was guided within the walls, but little did he know just how truly dangerous the estate was.. Especially since he was still bleeding rather profusely and forgot to note the potency aroma his blood gave off, he was just glad to be rid of those religious fanatics for the time being.

Tepes was brought through the main doors of the castle itself and told to wait for a room to be prepared, oddly enough the guards didn't ask he needed medical attention, but perhaps they just didn't care.. Didn't matter to him, he'd heal up at some point. For now he took a seat in what appeared to be a living room of sorts, sitting on a wooden chair in the corner as to not get blood on the upholstery. He runs his fingers through his hair and exhales his combative tension, finding now that the threat of death wasn't so apparent, he was actually extremely exhausted from the whole ordeal.. Damn adrenaline and how quickly it disappears. As Kagan waited he slowly starts slumping in his seat, coughing every once in a while when his lung filled up with too much blood, that was the only thing keeping him awake for that duration. The boy would soon drift towards sleep, finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open with each minute's passing.

In his weakened state the guards who had escorted him had seen fit to give him a brief interrogation, Kagan thought is was a pretty good tactic even if it aggravated him. It consisted of short and sweet questions followed by staggered and struggling answers.
"What's your name again?"
"Kagan... T-Tepes.."
"You said you sought asylum?"
"..Ja.."
"From whom?"
"Reli-..-gious nuts.. Zhey tried to kill me.."
"Are you a descendant of Dracula? I'm only asking because of your name."
"Vell..Yes. I'm zhe last one.."
"He's had many kin, you can't be the last."
"Nein.. I'm physically.. related.. Not by conversion."
"Will you allow us to remove your uniform? It's rather offensive."
"You can't.. it.. doesn't come off."
"What do you mean?"
"It just.. doesn't.. okay?"
"Alright, will you surrender your weapons?"
"Nein."
"Why not?"
"I.. Don't feel safe.. Vithout zhem.. I von't hurt anyone unless.. Zhey try to hurt me."
"Very well, we'll inform the staff of your living quarters requirements."
"Danke, but vait.. Do vone of you have a cigarette?"
"Here."
Kagan watches groggily as the guards leave him be, hopefully they didn't want to know anything else, in his state he might just divulge too much information. He slumps back down again, lighting the cigarette between his lips and taking in toxic smoke, a slight smile curling his lips.

"Gott kennt meine Sünden..
So versteckt er Sie von mir!"

<-:-:-:-Hauptmann Kagan Tepes-:-:-:->
*Current Attire*
Uniform with Trench Coat.

Current Armament:
-STG-44 Assault Rifle.- 7 magazines filled with standard ammunition.
-Artillery Luger P08- 3 magazines filled with blessed silver bullets.
-Model 24 Stielhandgranate- x3
-Model 24 Tear Gas grenades- x3
-Standard issue trench knife-


When conversing: Green means he is speaking German. Red means he is speaking English.
Blue means he is speaking Russian.

[-l-Mephisto Nocturne-l-]

Theme song: Khaos

As the ancient demon stared into the demoness’s grey orbs and straight into her soul, he could tell she already accepted her fate, she knew what was going to happen and she definetly knew she couldn’t run nor could she truly fight back, so there she stood firm and ready to what was about to happen next. Vassago somehow felt content but he knew very well that when this being would cease to exist by his hands, she would leave him a very unpleasant present aswell. That was simply her way of being. He was way ahead of her, he knew what would happen and exactly how it would happen. He wasn’t the Time Lord himself for nothing, afterall he could foretell the future if he wanted to, change the course of events and do whatever he pleased with time itself, but just like everything in life, he would have to sacrifice something of equal value, something he valued more than his life in order to use his time controlling abilities to it’s fullest.

Removing his soft hand from her pretty face, he watched her body change into something different. Her hair and eye color changed, now her head was adorned by a crown of horns and she now possessed a tail aswell. Her outfit was one of a warrior yet had a feeling of royalty aswell. She looked fabulous, he had to admit, but his facial features remained the same, as if there was no trace of reaction left in the ancient demon, as if he was completely emotionless. That he was indeed but in the same time not quite. He felt a little bit of excitement as he watched her, for the time being and listened to her last request. The request being, the display of his own true form which he didn’t use for quite the time, since he wanted to move around undetected, after all that chaos and death he had produced during a few years in the past. How interesting, he thought, she wanted to see his true form. It was a really weird request indeed. None of his previewous victims have ever requested such, and yet the one she didn’t expect it from, did it. A small chuckle left the ancient demon’s pale lips as he took a step backwards.“Since it is your last request and since you’ve been of great help to me, I shall grant you, your final wish…” he spoke, his voice soft yet weightened with darkness and wickedness. Soon after he finished to say what he had to say, the trembling shadows from within his mansion and the room they were currently in, gathered around Vassago’s body and covered him completely for a few moments before suddenly disappearing and going back to their initial positions, revealing a truly handsome, demonic yet prince-like creature. He was even more breathtaking than before and his presence was much more stronger and much more intimidating. He was still holding back and he was just displaying his looks, his true powers still sealed away carefully and securely. The last thing he wanted, was to catch too much attention, because if that would happen, he would have to leave this country in flames and ruins and filled with rotting, bloodied bodies. He did it before, left quite a few countries in ruins in the long forgotten past but this he preffered not to do so, due to his respect towards a certain person who have lived here before.

This time, extremely white locks adorned the demon’s much paler face and piercing golden orbs were shining in the night instead of icy blue ones. A crown of black horns resting on his head, just like a King’s crown and quite an impressive demonic tail which was hidden well under the ancient demon’s royal kimono. The simple air that he breath out through his parted lips, was black just like the shadows around them, yet the sight of him was way too beautifull for such a detail to give anyone a reason to dislike anything about him. If the crown of horns and the devilish tail would be absent, one would say that he was of angelic nature. No-one has ever been sure of his origins, since it was a great mistery for even those with whom he spent most of his life with.

“This is it, the true image behind the mirror reflection that everyone sees. And this shall be the last image your wicked eyes will ever capture again.” his voice was soft and his lips once again changed their position, forming a much darker smile this time. Vassago didn’t need to thank Lamashtu for her services since he already did. The simple fact that he granted her wish, was a clear sign of thank you. The shadows from within the mansion and even from around it, started gathering inside of the before moonlit room. Staring into her scarlet orbs for a few more moments, he allowed her to gain all of her thoughts and let go of her life completely. Taking a hold of both of her hands, he moved them to her chest and folded them together, making sure she would take a last glance at the wonderfull red spider lily that now matched the demoness’s eye color, he parted his lips and spoke once more. ”Farewell…Khaos.”, he breathe out, the black smoke being released from within the ancient demon’s pale lips and with that everything became completely dark, the sounds all disappearing, leaving everything in deafening silence and covered with darkness mixed with chaos. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t felt regret or anything else, he stared into her eye until the very end, until the pale moon rays were engulfed by the thick darkness, lingering now in that huge mansion, frightening every creature to it’s core, leaving them paralyzed and voiceless.

The seemingly endless darkness came to an end after a minute, but the only sound after the veil had lifted itself, was a thud sound made by Lamashtu’s lifeless body falling onto the ground. Golden orbs followed the lifeless body’s movement until it hit the ground, in slow motion and remained fixated on them. Such a wonderfull sight she gave even after she died, he thought. The lifeless and now fragile looking body, holding tightly even now, onto that one red spider lily which was soaked in her own blood alongside with the paleness of her skin. Oh how much he enjoyed the sight, the smile still adorning his handsome face.

”And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And thy soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!”

he mumbled a part from a poem under his breath, before he could hear the sound of an opening door. Redirecting his shinging golden orbs towards the entrance of the room, he spotted his two servants, trembling still in terror, fear written all over their faces. They were both susprised by what they have found and by the wonderfull sight their master was giving them. They simply glanced at the female’s dead body lying on the floor, then kept staring at their master. They were left completely frightened from the power they felt before and wordless by the scenario from in front of them.

Turning his golden eyes back towards Lamashtu’s corpse, he parted his lips once more. ”I will be going now. I have some things to take care of.“he said as the shadows started surrounding his body once more, changing his solid body into a shadow now. “Make sure you take care of her body…” his voice had been heard once again, then the silence followed and their master’s presence was completely gone.

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While having his body turned into a shadow, he headed towards a specific castle that he had visited the moment he arriwed to this country. This time, he intended to stay there as a guest. Afterall, you could call him the most precious guest of all, alongside with the queen and the rest of the royal family members. He was a person of great importance aswell. Reason as to why? That would be left uncovered soon enough. Taking the shortest route, following his shadows he finally made his way to the castle, which wasn’t too far away from his own mansion. Passing the guards and every living creature, extremely simply without being noticed by anything or anyone, he made his way inside of the grand castle and up to a certain floor, solidifying his body once he arriwed.

Stretching his arms slightly, his icy blue orbs looked around inspecting the area once more. It seemed that no-one was walking that hallway right now and that he was completly alone, exactly as he wished for. Vassago was turned back into his suppressed form now. He would be stupid enough to just walk around with his true form and while having the image of his true form on and his powers still sealed, things would turn unstable for him. Taking a few steps, he started walking through the candle-lit hallway, looking carefully at every door he passed, before he stopped in his tracks and faced one specific door. He simply stood there and looked at the door, deeply falling into his thoughts, then he shifted his icy orbs towards his now lifted right hand, in which a weird key has solidified.


Location: Vassago’s mansion at the edge of the city/ Later in the Russian Palace
Company: Lamashtu, and later on Elizabeth and Elijah, then no-one.
Out Of Cakes: Urghh, sorry if it’s an extremely long post x.x Hope you all enjoy it anywayz~

[Rayna Deja Lokelani]

☽Lamashtu☾

The fallen form of Lamashtu lay there upon the floor at Vassago's feet. Her very essence gone from the world. Her soul broken, her magic dispersed, her bonds destroyed. Every deal she had held with any other being was now broken, each deal was held in the name of chaos and now was let loose upon the world itself.

And it was one such deal that was felt immediately broken, and the creature attached to it had quickly moved into action.

In densely wooded area, almost exactly center between Vassago's mansion and the Russian Vampire Palace a lone dark massive figure stood, wicked silhouette amongst the shadows, an arching back and a head raised to the sky as a loud howl let loose in the air - a shuttering chill moved through the forest as birds woke and scattered to the four winds, and animals took speed away from the enraged beast.

((OOC: This is a slight insight to what I have in mind for some future fun.))

[hellsangel9]

Yumi Millard - 10 yr old Vampire Twin Princess
Wearing regular dress
theme


Yumi happily held Dmitri's arm, glomping right into him and looked to Yonina taking the other arm once they were off the stage. "Okay, bed time then," she said as she grudgingly accepted that reality. She was starting to push herself to stay awake, a sign that she needs sleep now and the day light was starting to hound against the house no doubt. She walked with Dmitri down the hallway, wondering if Dmitri knows where they would be sleeping during their stay here. Maybe he is sleeping close by which would make her more comfortable, knowing someone else her age was around and she could easily find them. "What does Dmitri have to do? Can you not have fun?" Yumi said as she looekd up at the prince. He looked like he really had a lot on his shoulders, expected to do many things. Yumi looked down a bit, wondering if she should really start taking the reigns of her family responsibility. Her father is dead and they were running a lot, not to mention her mother and grandpa were looking tired lately. Yumi looked at Yonina on the otherside, wondering what she thought of all this. "I want to learn more magic. Can you teach us?" Yumi said to Dmitri. Learning her magic now would probably be more beneficial in times of need instead of putting it off for more of her playtime. Still she had plans on playing maid tomorrow with Taliana to learn how to be better at being a girl and learning the house itself. She really has learned how to learn while playing.

[picklethighs]

Maestro
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『“when we are weary,
we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true desires
What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us”』

It was beyond amusing to see people's reaction to first introductions with him.
One would think it got old, but putting in perspective, in a land where werewolves, vampires, and all sorts of creatures ran amuck the thing that surprised people the most was a guy with bandages on him. Honestly if they only knew what his insides could turn into...

Maestro would shrug to the reply given to him, finding it to be a reasonable enough statement.
But it was a little off set at the statement that he couldn't be left "wandering" around. Hmm, seemed like a challenge. Although Maestro was a sage at heart he did have a flare for the playful still stored away. And so he allowed the guard to move a bit away only to wait until the guard turned for a moment to ask his question. Fair enough.
"Master Luigsech seems to have a minor issue on the surface. Further check ups at a necessity but I feel its just his back thrown out. He'll recovery most definitely."
Laying on the charm to a fine enough amount to gain the guard's trust and comfort.
And it would be enough for him to walk off far enough towards where ever Talianna was for Maestro to mask a dash down one of the other corridors.
A mischievous chuckle echoed the halls as Maestro darted off down the halls to be lost behind his surprising speed and inhuman agility. In fact, he didn't move very human like. Moving to all fours as he moved out of easy grasp.

Now on his own he wandered the halls at a steady pace, not wanting to bump into anyone and give him reaction time.
He wanted to see more, know more about his surroundings.
Acting cat like and wanted to nuzzle into his new household.

And so there was a mummy man wandering the halls, most of the time on all fours and bending his spine in creepy designs fitting to a shapeshifter of his caliber.
Maybe someone interesting would pop up soon.
Or he'll be caught.
Either was fun.

『“I picture heaven as a vast library, with unlimited volumes to read.
And paintings and statues to examine galore.
I picture it as a great doorway to learning...
rather than one great dull answer to all our questions” 』

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Location: Somewhere, Anywhere
Company: None

[Kyouda]

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ɠiovanni ʄiore

XXXXXX"I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of." || ♫

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A name granted by the other, one to place with this face. Add Immaterium: a unique and interesting name. Won’t be forgetting it anytime soon that was for sure. Though it lends to the curiosity - or rather speculation that it could be an alias of sorts. Not that this butler would press the matter. “A pleasure to meet you.” Such words to slip in place after the introduction given by the white haired gent but not as to cut the other off. Speaking in turn - as one of the household staff should.
With introductions aside, Giovanni would come to admit to himself that it was welcoming to see another possess manners, even if not evident upon his features. Guess one could say it was one of the few things to earn you favour with this butler… mind you, upon the proverbial scales it did not translate to much weight. But better to earn some favour than none, right?

Once more vocals to lift in Add, this time to address Zakhar’s comment and confirm Gio’s own thoughts: of why the guard drew near in the first place. Was there really any other reason for others to draw near to him? Not exactly warming nor liberal of tongue. Very few have ever held an engaging conversation with this one - maybe because such was rarely entertained by the butler.
Yet to such words spoken with that of confirmation, nothing of an apology to slip. Should it have? Honestly, it would be nothing more than a hollowed response at best - and granted the butler’s tone, probably sounding more insincere than if it had left the Royal Guard’s lips itself. One need not add to the insult. At this point Giovanni could only hope this esteemed guest would not take offence - nor have this cast a negative shadow upon the Household.

A slight pause, that of silence, to set between the two men - resuming a staring contest of sorts. Mind you, nothing too terribly drawn own. But before speaking out, the butler granted but another nod - this time motioning with one hand as to gesture for the other to proceed outward into the hall. “I will show you to your quarters then.”
Was he supposed to comment on the guard’s words? To sympathise with the guest? He would do neither. His opinion on the matter would not weigh into this - nor should it.

Once under the door’s archway, Giovanni’s vocals once more chimed in. “You speak of business…” Eyes yet to fall back to the gent with the curious name, rather taking one last look inward, into the study. A gloved hand to extend, to reach for the handle of the door. His verse carrying forth without pause, without falter. “…if I may be so forward in asking-” This time those golden pools, illuminated by the light over head, cast back toward the fellow. “- what business is it that brings you here, Sir Immaterium?” It was a simple inquiry really - nothing out of line or so felt. Giovanni acted within a set range of boundaries - limits if you will. However, that did not mean the other was bound to answer. Could very well be a short conversation. Given the authority this Add fellow held, he could easily dismiss such - Gio knew better than to press the matter further should that be the case.

Though before the door could be fully shut or even his frame to set back into motion fully another drew near. The hastened steps caught but that wasn’t what implored the butler to turn his sights - rather the voice that called out. Stilling his frame, Giovanni turned toward the other that called with familiarity. A moment taken as if to register the face and name. “Father Craven.” The name escaping his lips with ease. Shocked - perhaps in a sense, to see the other. The fact that man survived - managed to get out of the estate alive was cause for pause but at the same time was comforting to see. So many had been unaccounted for, so many weren’t fortunate enough to leave with their lives. Keeping himself composed, Giovanni’s hand slipped from its perch, resting now upon his chest as to offer a formal bow in respect to one whom held close ties with the Royals despite the association with the Church. “It is good to see you.” His words lacking warmth but not in meaning. Eyes to glance toward Add, “Sir Immaterium - this is Father Craven: a close friend of the family.” Granting a chance for the men to exchange pleasantries. That wasn’t to say the butler wasn’t curious of Immanuel’s journeys - no, that wasn’t what stilled his tongue now. Rather, at this time the butler wouldn’t have the liberty to speak nor inquire of what happened... nothing to silence the questions that arose within him, but you'd never know granted his outward appearance. Hands merely kept at either side and lips as an impervious line.

Zakhar expected the fuscous skinned vampire to show this guest [Add] a room - perhaps, if Immanuel was in need of stay as well, Gio may be able to assist in this regard and at that time learn of this guest and of the Holy Man's ventures. Two birds with one stone - or so to speak.

Though in this brief exchange, Giovanni would come to catch, albeit but a glimpse, of the Crimson Djinn in passing - faint strands slipping by. That presence was unmistakable... Did she not care to involve herself in such exchanges or was it something more pressing in need of tending to? No matter, his tongue would remain ever still. Dulled pools to cast back toward Immanuel and Add.
Without a word, the raven haired butler cast his hand back - this time seeing to pulling the door closed. A subtle way of saying the room was off limits, at least for now. When Beatrix was ready she would find the study set. Perhaps after he would be able to swing by, to ensure all was to her liking and see if anything more was required of him. Not to mention report back of his progress. For now though, the stoic remained on his current task.

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[ My deepest apologies for my absence and many thanks for your patience. Sorry to have kept you in wait. --bows profusely-- I do hope that was all right for placement.

Immaterium || No worries. It was close enough. XD Hehe. ]

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[picklethighs]

Maestro
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『“when we are weary,
we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true desires
What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us”』

Onward Maestro went, to dabble into areas and knowledge deemed forbidden to him.
This new castle had to be examined down to the letter. If he wanted to infest the walls and further so on he'd need more information about the architecture and properties.
But thats when he stumbled onto some voices.
Halting on his silent stampede he drew his back into an unnatural curve when his stopped in place. Peeking around the corner he saw a few gentlemen conversing in front of a door. A door that was proptly shut by Gio as he conversed with Add and Craven. Maestro listened in for a bit, gathering some names. "Immaterium, hu? Thats the name of that snarky little fellow." Maestro thought to himself, rubbing his finger tips against his chin as he crawled a few steps back.

He wanted to venture some. That door wasn't so important to him.
He focused on somewhere else. Looking over to another door near by he chose that one, but he didn't want to be caught by the group near by.
Maestro knew the way to go about it. It would be painful, but it always painful.
Unwrapping his right hand he left it bare before pulling away the same wraps around his mouth to expose his teeth in the large grin he was expressing. Clamping his mouth around his hand he bit down as he began to exhale pained grunted from his chest. The muffled noises of bones re-positioning and changing as well as his insides churning into something new. Just then suddenly his insides fell out. But it wasn't blood and guts. It was a rather sizable pile of assorted bugs and insects that scampered about to align themselves in order. Soon Maestro dissolved down to a grouping of small insects, to which they spread out onto the walls, floor and ceiling.
Making their way front every direction while doing their best to be as incognito as possible. Tiny legs carried Maestro's bulk underneath the door and into the room.

Inside the creepy crawlies piled up into a corner and began to meld into a familiar shape. Maestro's skeleton formed with the muscle tissues and skin following behind. You could tell, if you witnessed it, that his expression was extremely pained as his body tore and realigned nerves and such to a proper working body. His vocal chords were the last thing to come, so he wouldn't make any noise. After time passed he finally became whole again, new outfit and all.
As his voice returned his eyes settled on the most important thing within the room: Beatrix was sitting near the window, obviously not focused on the door at all and especially not to the corner Maestro was located. She may of heard him though. That was a hard task however, to which Maestro hoped he was correct.

"Well, all by your lonesome?" Maestro's voice crawled out of the empty air, only slightly seasoned with the noises of muffled voices on the other side of the door with Gio and the rest conversing a small ways away. Maestro wasn't expecting a scream per say, but he would be ready for one never the less. "Saw you out of the corner of my eye, I think. Wanted to say hello since you seemed... Important." His burlap sack was shifting on Maestro's head as he slowly stood up form him sitting upon his bottom. It fixed itself, peculiarly enough. Giving a slight bow he say, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Maestro. I'm here to see to the position of medical professional on this estate. I've already helped a Master Luigsech, was it? Anyways, a pleasure." Extending his hand he was ready to move his wraps from his mouth for a moment to place a kiss upon her hand, if it even got that far with the current situation.

Curious place they had here.

『“I picture heaven as a vast library, with unlimited volumes to read.
And paintings and statues to examine galore.
I picture it as a great doorway to learning...
rather than one great dull answer to all our questions” 』

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Location: Drawing Room
Company: Beatrix

[Crimson-Valkyrie]

Beatrix Everest Galloway



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Her studies came to a pause, she was sure she had heard shuffling outside the door - crawling its way into the room. Though she was sure no one had seen her, there was still that possibility others had without her knowing. Simple fix, but what to make of the new creature standing before. She hadn't been given much time to process his entry, nor why he had chosen to say such things about her. Did she actually look all that important? Whatever it was, flattery or not, she grunted to the comment.

However she was not without manners to so rudely interrupt as he made his way to her. As strange as he seemed, Beatrix knew of creatures far more intriguing, maybe the blow-fish perhaps. How often do you get to converse with one of those? Albeit the conversation wouldn't get far, she couldn't think of another creature when looking at Maestro. Silly as it was, she reminded herself to look beyond appearances. There were always darker things lurking behind, far more fascinating to say the least.

Taking note of his appearance though, she wanted to see what was behind the burlap sack. That would have to wait though as he got closer, and her tongue held its place for a little while longer. A shriek might have given off the wrong impression of her excitement to see him. Why excited you might wonder? The Crimson Djinn, being of what she was, she too had masters above this realm and he gave off the same energy she was. Had he picked up this up, or was it by shear coincidence they met in this fashion?

Bound by her chains, she wondered if he was too, but those questions would come later; perhaps he would humour her when the time came if her senses were wrong about him.

"Enchenté," Beatrix said, unaware of why she had used that greeting as opposed to her British tongue. Her Djinn alternate was eager to tap out and make small talk happen between these two.

Taken a bit back she shook the feeling off and pulled her hand back slowly after the kiss. A blank stare for a moment, she hadn't figured who this Luigsech was, or why he chose to be here as their doctor, but a sigh of relief that they had such a man on the staff was comforting.

Allowing her head to slowly to the side, she tired to look through the holes of the sack that was over the mans head. Interesting he chose this look, very bohemian of him. Her curiosity had always lead her to rub many people the wrong way; certainly he find her too forward and possibly bold if she attempted to lift the sack away. This would become a challenge if he denied her access - one she would accept happily, only to cure that itch. Would he notice she was staring?


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Where: Drawing room
When: Mid evening
With: Maestro
Thoughts: Just a peek, I promise not to tell...

[picklethighs]

Maestro
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『“when we are weary,
we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true desires
What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us”』

Being rather surprised Maestro would merely nod his head in approval.
It wasn't everyday that when he re-materialized from a swarm was he allowed to touch anyone. Even further, a female. Bugs and all that jazz. In Maestro head he simply thought the phrase, proud of you. But there was more to this woman than mere acceptance to insects. She emanated something from her very being. Something familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it.
Though, strange coincidences happen all the time when you lived this far. He wouldn't ponder on the matter. His thought process some more dissecting that grunt. Pleasurable wasn't the first word he could conjure.

First words spoke were, "French? Hmm, another one I see. Il est de coutume de donner votre nom lors de la présentation, joli vin rouge." Fluently springing to French from English, being his two main languages he specialized in. His words were followed by a soft chuckle in Maestro's throat, being playful creature she was. Not quite a minx but she seemed fierce. Or maybe it was just the stunning red glow that was her locks.
That sigh when he spoke of him being a doctor was reassuring. Gave him a good ol' confidence boast. He was grinning underneath that bag.

Of course he would notice her staring. Everyone did but in different degrees. "Curious whats underneath?" The answer seemed obvious. And so his fingers curled onto the burlap sack as he began to slowly reveal!
More bandages. He had to laugh aloud a little. His wrap face, though hiding expression, was clearing showing he was having quite the fun with this little meeting. Slipping the bag back onto his head he next fixed his kiseru pipe with some cherry tobacco to light up. Puffing the sweet scent into his lungs he blew a smoke out downwards so his wraps could stay over his mouth. Nuzzling it into the corner of his mouth he said, "Now, I am inclined to show my secret, but I'm not free. Trust is a currency we all earn. Or maybe you have something I want? I accept trades." Leading against the wall with his arms folded he puffed away at his tobacco. The scent wasn't fowl at all. In fact, it was pleasant. Really pleasant. It was his own special blend. Maybe some of the other would recognize it.

Maestro took the time to study Beatrix over. Such a fine young beauty she was.
Which came to mind the next question, "What brings you here? Service to the royal family, such as myself?" Checking his pocket watch to mind the time. He didn't want to be gone too long, being the medical staff around this joint. He was always on call.
Emergencies and such.
But for now, he'd have some fun meeting new people.
One finger reached underneath his wraps and scratched the corner of his eye. They moved on their own. Living like thin snakes after he pulled his hand back.
Maestro had a ton of mysteries. His face would only raise more questions.

Right now he was on the level. Thinking to himself if he should reveal himself.
It was a thought.

『“I picture heaven as a vast library, with unlimited volumes to read.
And paintings and statues to examine galore.
I picture it as a great doorway to learning...
rather than one great dull answer to all our questions” 』

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Location: Drawing Room
Company: Beatrix
Translations:
"Il est de coutume de donner votre nom lors de la présentation, joli vin rouge.."
"It's customary to give your name during introductions, lovely red wine."

[Rayna Deja Lokelani]

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xxxxXXXXxxxx "No matter what we breed, We still are made of greed,
xxxxXXXXxxxx This is my kingdom come, This is my kingdom come."

A deep intense look covered the Queen's face, she was holding up well for someone who had much tragedy befall her. But as a vampire's life goes; as Talianna had come to learn, she could have a much worse story to tell.

Keeping her head upright, vigilant and unflinching to the words of the Queen she would not show any weaknesses in hopes it would help her be just a bit stronger. "I understand, Your Majesty." she nodded. The door to the room in front of them was opened by twisting the two long lever like handles, "I hope the room is to your liking." she said as she turned herself out of the way so the Queen could enter.

She wanted to comment on the Queen's plight but she wasn't sure what words she could give someone of her stature without insulting her. "And about your brother, Your Majesty, I am sure Master Kain - er, I mean Kain, will be able to track him down. He does seem like a resourceful gentleman." She gave the Queen a smile.



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Hearing the outcome of Maestro's time with Luigsech he gave a stern nod to the mummy man and went immediately off to find Talianna. Hoping that Maestro would have remained in place until he returned.

He made his way down the hall until he found Talianna still talking with the Queen. He turned to the Queen and gave a bow to her, "I beg your pardon Your Majesty, but I have a message for Talianna." he then turned to the maid. "The one called Maestro has finished his task, Luigsech will just need time to heal. I left the man outside of Luigsech's room, ma'am." the words rolled from the man's mouth with heavy russian accent and yet he was polite enough.

"Thank you sir." Tatlianna turned to look to the Queen. "Your Majesty, if you need anything of me please just send word. But this is an urgent matter I must attend to." she gave a curtsy to Samantha, making sure Samantha was inside the room first and then would close the door before she took her leave.

Making her way down the hall, right back to the spot she had first introduced Maestro and Luigsech she expected to see the man's wrapped features somewhere in the area. But it was baren.

In a low mumbled voice and a bewildered facial expression, "Great, I lost a mummy. How does one simply lose a mummy?" she placed a hand on her face. She was to take him to speak with Giovanni about his position in the household. But now it would seem as though she would have to go searching for the man.

Figuring since she was already there to make the best out of a bad situation, and to check in on Master Luigsech. Giving a brisk knock on his door, "Master Luigsech. It is Talianna the maid, is there anything I can get you?" she didn't want to intrude on the man, but not knowing first hand how he was doing would eat at her. And there was always that slight chance that Maestro went back in with his patient, which of course wasn't the case here.

As she waited for Luigsech's reply, yet another guard had spotted her and bee-lined for her. Stopping only inches from the woman's position. "Talianna, we have yet another guest and as I see it this one should be handled with some amount of discretion. Kagan Tepes, claims to be a direct descendant of Dracula."

Keeping her voice in a hush, "I see, I will be with him momentarily. Will you please show him to the foyer?"

She watched as the Guard gave her a nod in confirmation and moved back to the Kagan to give him the news.

Taliana waited now for Luigsech to reply.

"When you feel my heat, Look into my eyes, It's where my demons hide.xxxxXXXXxxxx
Don't get to close, it's dark inside, It's where my demons hide." xxxxXXXXxxxx

--Russian Vampire Estate - Samantha's Room->Luigsech's Room-- || LOCATION █ ▌▌
--With Samantha & Guard->Guard 2 & Luigsech (in room)-- || COMPANY █ ▌▌
--I am sorry if I seem like I am rushing things here. Just trying to see people settled before I have to take a few days leave from this place.-- || OOC █ ▌▌
--None-- || TRANSLATIONS █ ▌▌
--Victim of Ritual -- || MUSIC █ ▌▌
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