Sanctuary's Reality [O/A] [SEMI-LIT] Walk-in's welcome

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[Austaris]

Raiquen had been stood in front of the door for a lengthy while, having knocked on the door upon his arrival, though the sound of the doors was lost in the house, drowned out by the noise of the Twins in their little, 'Activity'.
Glancing down at the Invitation that he held in front of him, checking that he had the time and date correct.
He had.
Shrugging, he wanders away from the door, seating himself with his back against the wall of the house. The weather is quite enjoyable, and he intended to play his Violin, which would get the attention of anyone inhabiting the Mansion as surely as knocking again on the door, perhaps more so. So he decides he might as well make himself comfortable while he waits.
Placing the open invitation on the ground, he pulls out his Violin, twiddling with the tuning slightly, before striking up a song, a slow and sorrowful song at odds with the joyful day, but one that matched his mood perfectly.
He was in an unknown place, waiting on the company of unknown people, for an unknown reason.
His instincts, ones honed on the street and completely at odd's with his rather posh attire, told him this was a bad idea and that something wasn't right here, something unseen, in spite of the obvious disturbing aspects of the situation.

The wrist sheath that was partially hidden under his left sleeve made playing slightly more awkward than normal, but he had gotten practise at it, and so it did not interfere with his music at all, and the presence of the blade, and the weight of the one attached to his lower back made him feel slightly more secure, in this alien environment.
His suit jack hung loose over his white shirt, his dark blue tie flapping in the wind as the sound of his music wound it's way through the halls of the house, whispering through rooms and seeping under doors like a mist, searching, almost striving to be heard by someone. Anyone. Any inhabitants of the house, to alert them of it's creators presence.
Almost sentient in it's passage.

But that was just Fantasy.
Music isn't sentient, Sound isn't sentient.
Not in Reality anyway.

These thoughts dance their way through Isodor's mind, and he closes his eyes, focusing his senses on his hearing, forcing the music to the background and listening to his surroundings.
His choice of seating leaves his back protected and stops him being snuck up on, but left the sun in his eyes, so eye sight wasn't doing him much good at the moment.
His pulse quickened at the thought of being unable to see clearly, a handicap in a fight, one that can leave you helpless.
Dead.


Scalding himself for rash thoughts, LaMont slows his breathing, pulse and thoughts down.
A great deal has happened in the five minutes since he arrived here.
And all of it in his mind.

[hahayouvebeenjacked]

X_____Amaranth_____Von_____Kreeps_____X

There are some people who live in a dream world
And there are some who face reality
And then there are those who turn one into the other.

Knocking. Knocking. And knocking. That was all the entered through her ears. Amaranth's eyes quickly were ripped off from the mirror, causing the magic to desipate, once again showing her demonic reflection. A low, inhuman growl escaped her throat as she quickly ran towards the door of the library. Opening it, she appeared once again near the entrance. Fixing her dress, she calmly but hastily walked over to the door. Before opening the door, her worry and anger ceased to exist, replaced by sheer excitment as music filled her delicate ears. A musician has appeared.

The door swung open and her eyes immediatly landed on a form leaning against the wall of their mansion. A smile spread across her lips. Stepping out the door and walking behind him, silently and unheard. After all, what's a demon good for is they were detected instantly by a human. Giving some thought, she decided not to disturb him from his playing, deciding to listen for a few seconds. The girl was going to let him play before harsh whispers entered her ears. Those non-existing whispers only they can hear.

Glaring back towards the house, she nodded. Her fingers tapped on the man's shoulder, grabbing his attention. "Excuse me, sorry for the interuption." Amaranth said in her delicate, honey coated voice, "Forgive my late arrival to greeting you! I was caught up with something. My name is Amaranth. I shall be your host tonight. If you would please follow me, I shall direct you towards your room. Shall I carry your bags for you?"

This guest was intriguing, just like the other. Just like the red head. Amaranth waited patiently for the male's respone. Meanwhile, she went on analyzing him from head to toe. Too many choices. Should she take the red head, or the fair blue haired male. Two was already too much. She inwardly smiled. Let the ceremony come soon. Her mouth can already taste their flesh and blood. Oh the agony. Least, through his eyes, she seemed calmed and collected.

[I_dont_live_here]

...you can call me Christopher.
You can call me Christina...

The two were like peas in a pod. Never alone, never lost. They walked and talked as though they were normal, but where one went, the other followed. What mysterious force, designed these beings. Guess we'll never know, but you'll be seeing..

It had been a while since they started setting up. Christopher had put on some rock music for them to work too. He lined his speakers up and made sure the dance floor was comfortable and clean. There were other various things that could come out in the room if Chris simply flipped a switch. The cages and various entrapment objects were usually only used by the family, though sometimes the guest were wily enough to want to use them.

When Chrissy heard a sound above her she poked her head up. She came to face with Matt, the man from before. Smiling widely she threw her arms around his shoulders from over the bar. "I'm so glad that you came. What would you like?" She asked letting go of him and twirling around like a wild woman. Her black curls bouncing around her head.

Christopher heard the commotion from a cross the room and turned to see the red headed male from earlier. Deciding that it was time for a break he crossed the room slowly. He sat down next to the other man. "Yo." Was all that he said before he really thought about it. "Don't think that we ever caught your name dude.." He said smiling lightly. "What! I'm Christina or Chrissy. This is Christopher..or Chris." She said giggling softly while she waited for him to order his poison patiently.

[adziulaaa]

>>XXXXXMatt, simply MattXXXXX<<
Reality is determined not by what scientists
or anyone else says or believes
but by what the evidence reveals to us.

He smirked, surprised when her short hands found themselves around him. All of the Sanctuary's members seemed extremely lively when he was around and probably any of the guests, or was he just imagining? Her brother immediately approached, sitting down next to him. Even he, had some kind of grace in his tread, which he hadn't noticed before. Probably because he continued on staring at both his sisters. Jeez.

"I don't need to guess you're twins?" Matt turned around on the stool into a twisted position. HIs back was against the counter, yet his elbow on it surface. His leg swung over the other one, as he flicked his eyes to Chris,"It's Matt." A normal person would normally add something like,'Such a lame name, isn't it?' or 'My parents couldn't choose anything better!', but he wasn't just like the rest, never was, probably never will. Moreover, he was a man of few words, as Amaranth pointed out before and he was pretty much used to silence. "Anything you could recommend, Chrissy?" He asked, scanning through the rows of alcohols behind her. There was certainly a lot of that standing there. He wasn't an expert at alcohols, and most of them he didn't know. If he did drink though, then only beer or anything that was at hand, finding no difference between it, wine and champagne. He wasn't bothered, just like with a lot of other things.

[Layalas]

x x x x || уυυтα || x x see me now x x

ρєσρℓє ѕαу тнαт ℓ ι ƒ є ιѕ тнє тнιηg, вυт ι ρяєƒєя яєα∂ιηg ~ and h e r e is where surprises hide ~

The quiet tapping of shoe heels on dusted floor. A quick rustle of pages from hidden corners. Ah, how the partial silence was such a wonder to be able to reveal in for such periods as he did. He said partial silence because even in a place as mystical as the sanctuary it seemed impossible to get absolute silence. Even when absolutely nothing moved there was still the ebb of a heartbeat or the buzz of your ear. Or even the whistle of your train of thoughts as you stood trying to find the silence.

Yuuta snapped the book shut in his hands, surveying the library before him with a trained eye. Everything was in position, where it belonged. Nothing skewed or out of place. It was well lit and currnetly empty except for himself. The brunette breathed deeply and stretched out his back pondering over how long it may take for an interesting guest to arrive. He seemed to remember last year he'd had particular fun with a certain black haired boy who had had a habit of trying to burn many of the books over in the science section. Oh how fun he had been to break...

A cool shiver ran down his spine and he quickly thought of other things.
Save yourself, Yuuta. He thought to himself, using his native tongue as he often did. Whilst he spoke perfect english to enable the other visitors and his family to understand him he would never abandon his mother tongue. One girl had said his accent had been very lovely, sweet and charming with a certain heat about it. She'd been fun as well. Sweet and supple, caving under his touch and his words. They all seemed to easy, but luring them never quite lost it charm. Yuuta didn't always agree with who was kept alive, but he kept these reservations to himself. After all, why cause a kind of family strife? Keep the family strong and bonded. There wasn't a family bonded more closely than themselves after all. Not a dull moment at all; some of his siblings were far too addicting for their own good.

"I do wonder when I'll receive any company." He chirped to himself, reverting into English should anyone be listening. "Even my darling assistant seems to have whisked himself away." Yuuta had such a desire for company, a laugh to break his now unburdened mind. He could only think upon forgotten pasts and ficticious futures and what might have been maybes for so long before a certain kind of boredom swept in. He wasn't exactly bored, per say, as he could still keep himself amused, whether it be by humming a tune or going to play the piano he insisted be kept in the library for his amusement. It was a beautiful black grand piano which sat in a corner, seat to the walls so he could look out into the library as he played. If you looked right after walking through the entrance it was the first thing you saw; hence, Yuuta tended to look right when he first entered.

He placed a hand into his pocket, placing the book on the desk in front of him. Behind him were the cabinets were all library related information was stored. They kept in with the interior nicely and although they didn't look like they had enough room, there wasn't anything Yuuta couldn't make fit. Maybe the girl had been right about his charm, many of his other siblings couldn't manage to do it like he did and believe him; many had tried. Not for a while though, a decade at least, or so his brain told him.

[I_dont_live_here]

...you can call me Christopher.
You can call me Christina...

The two were like peas in a pod. Never alone, never lost. They walked and talked as though they were normal, but where one went, the other followed. What mysterious force, designed these beings. Guess we'll never know, but you'll be seeing..

Chrissy and Chris smiled at the same time. "You guessed that rather quickly little love." she said putting her hands on him from behind. After all he was turned around. The girl leaned over the bar and gently put her face into his hair. "Mm you smell delightful. Recently bathed.." she said cooing to her brother who simply grinned. He suddenly leaned over and sniffed up the man's arm which was nearest to him. "You do smell good." He complemented the human. While both of them inside were practically drooling. Chrissy was ready to take him now but it was her brother that was restraining her. Mm, but they wouldn't have to wait long after Matt had a drink.

"That's right! Let me get you a drink. It's one of my new special ones so let me know how it tastes!" She said giggling as she worked together liquids that were not labeled. Ok well they were labeled to read simple alcohols to him, but to her, well it was something very different with in those bottles. Chris grinned slightly. "Her drinks are indeed, the best. I'm sure that you'll love it Matt." He said smiling then. "Excuse me while I turn up the music." He said walking over the stereo to put on some dance music and crank it up a great deal.

When Chrissy was done with the drink she turned Matt around forcefully though her hands her gently. "Ok! Now the whole secrete to this drink is the kiss." She laughed softly. Her batted her eyelids gently before leaning forward and motioning to her lips with her finger. Chris was watching but for the moment was not jealous. They would both have their fun later. "Kissy kissy.." She pouted before grinning.

[adziulaaa]

>>XXXXXMatt, simply MattXXXXX<<
Reality is determined not by what scientists
or anyone else says or believes
but by what the evidence reveals to us.

Little? Indeed, he was shorter from Chris, but Chrissy was the shortest in the group. He stiffened slightly feeling her hovering close to him, smelling his hair? But the fact she knew he recently bathed and reminded it, arouse his suspicions again. It was unusual for humans to have such a sharp sense of smell, but he had known from the beginning they weren't completely human. So what were they? He didn't know, would probably find out. Chris' complement made him rise a brow,"Many told me that." He let out a chuckle amused, but they could not possibly know he was pondering around different versions of their specie.

Matt nodded at Chris, watching his sister work behind the bar. She worked fast, practice probably. She did not even need to check the labels, instead combined everything together. The red-head turned his attention to Chris for a while, but was swiveled on his stool towards Christina. Her explanation amused him greatly, a kiss? What a flirt of those two. He had met many like that before, and pretty much knew how to act with them. He placed his jaw on his palm, looking at her with interest but not having moved even an inch forward,"You like twisted games don't you?" He could pretty much guess she did. The human waited for her reaction, expectedly, the smirk still plastering his face.

The key was to keep them waiting, with that, they became impatient. And impatience lost them.

[Austaris]

Isodor hadn't heard the girl move up beside him, like he had intended to, but at least his position had prevented her from being behind him, instead forcing her to hover slightly beside him.
Nevertheless, her arrival had taken him slightly by surprise and it took all his self control not to jerk and spoil the tune.
Musn't spoil the tune.
The music must finish.
Still, he could not prevent his heartbeat from skipping and racing ahead of itself, though this was remedied by slow controlled breathing.

Placing the violin back in the open case, carefully, once the final note had been played, LaMont remained seated for a moment with his eyes closed, controlling his breathing, though outwardly looking like he was revelling in a song beautifully executed.
Turning to face the girl, he pauses momentarily, tilting his head up and shielding his eyes from the sun he briefly examined the girl.
Not out of any sexual interest, but to know whom he was addressing.
Taking in her features, and the cut of her clothing, he came to the conclusion she was one of the Household and so should be treated with at least a modicum of respect, as was proper,
"Apologies nor forgiveness are required, Lady Amaranth, and a pleasure it is to meet you." he says, standing and brushing down his neatly cut suit, his mellow and lyrical voice dancing to it's own tune, just as his music did, a faint twinkle of good will in his eye as he meet's the little one's gaze.
"I was enjoying the weather, and the beautiful grounds you have with the Estate" he continues, pausing to pass his gaze around him, before stooping to fasten his Violin case, standing once more with Violin in his left hand, suitcase in his right hand,
"I would appreciate directions to the room I will be staying in, but I would not wish to bother my Host, or Hostess with carying my luggage. It is not heavy, but my thanks for the offer." he smiles, inclining his head slightly towards Amaranth, his manner matching his clipped English accent perfectly.
A model of Manners and Politeness as his mother would say.

The girl herself appeared to model of Calm, cool and collected.
Not the same for him. He may appear at ease and relaxed, but inside his muscles were taught with tension and anticipation, uncomfortable and nervous in the new company.

[I_dont_live_here]

...you can call me Christopher.
You can call me Christina...

The two were like peas in a pod. Never alone, never lost. They walked and talked as though they were normal, but where one went, the other followed. What mysterious force, designed these beings. Guess we'll never know, but you'll be seeing..

Chrissy pouted slightly as she looked at the man who was grinning at her. "Well that was kinda mean..but yes." She said soon grinning from ear to ear. "What other way is there to play something?" She asked in a soft purr as she leaned over the bar again. Her dress hide her chest well but there was still plenty showing. She pouted again softly before presenting her small pink lips. "Make it good..You don't want to disappoint your host now do you?" She asked as her thin pale hands snaked forward and wrapped gently in his red hair. God did she want to taste him. She was sure that he would taste more wonderful then the last couple of people they had gotten to eat.

She was drooling on the inside as well. For what Chrissy tasted Chris also would. They shared a mind and both were in heightened anticipation as they knew exactly what was in that toxic drink of his. Swallow it down, swallow swallow swallow. Then the real fun would begin. She was practically shivering with the idea of someone else inside her. She loved Chris both of them had their wiles. If Matt didn't give it up though she'd have to get some, from somewhere. "What if he doesn't give in! I want some!" She whined inside of her brothers head. A smirk crossed Chris's face and he replied. "Worry not..I'll take care of you if he doesn't..Mm I'll take care of you all night.." He hissed.

[adziulaaa]

>>XXXXXMatt, simply MattXXXXX<<
Reality is determined not by what scientists
or anyone else says or believes
but by what the evidence reveals to us.

His eyes traced over her innocently, as she began leaning forward in more than before. She certainly was hot stuff, there was no doubt about that, and she seemed overly entertained to use it under such degree. "No, we wouldn't like that," Matt chuckled, his body moving closer to her, leaning against the counter. Their noses were only a tiny bit away from each other, his dark eyes set on hers with noticeable amusement.

Kissing her, would be mostly interesting. Not because he was some kind of womanizer, taking advantage of helpless and shallow idiots, as one - Christina wasn't helpless neither a shallow Barbie doll. Two - it was sheer curiosity directing him on. Moreover, he was rather bored, and there was still a possibility he could gain something out of both flirts - if bribed. He didn't bother look back if Chris was watching, he certainly was.

His face hovered closer, tilting slightly nonetheless, as his hands made their way around her waist. He watched her, intensely. Matthew's lips brushed against hers unexpectedly, and disappeared as quick as they appeared. He was teasing her here pretty badly. A smirk plastered itself on his face.

[Layalas]

x x x x || уυυтα || x x see me now x x

ρєσρℓє ѕαу тнαт ℓ ι ƒ є ιѕ тнє тнιηg, вυт ι ρяєƒєя яєα∂ιηg ~ and h e r e is where surprises hide ~

Heels clicked precisely as the japanese male walked through the ilses in the library. A current occurance in the library was for many books to rearrange themselves even thought no one had touched them and what most often happened was many just disappearing altogether. Yuuta always found them eventually, however. For the most part, they simply disappeared because he enjoyed putting them back. If he hadn't liked organising his home as such it was likely that every book would simply organise itself and only move and play when another tried to perform a task.

Something that always amused Yuuta was how sections would move when people attempted to be helpful. Whilst you might think you knew where Natural History located, you would go back there only to find it had been replaced with Languages.

"Well, this won't do at all..." Commented Yuuta to himself, placing a pile of books neatly on the side and starting a walk out of the library. How can there be such inactivity at this hour? Yuuta hadn't expected such a slow start to the day. Not a single person had drifted into the library, or at least passed through. He went first to the entrance hall as he often did.

Here he heard a small passing of introductions, though the names themselves he heard not. His ears were not as adapt as a foxes and so he was condemned having to shuffle up as close as a deaf bat to hear. Not that he shuffled of course; he carried himself with an elegance and pride his parents would have found most fitting. Standing at the door he saw a sibling and a stranger, both standing of course.

"Amaranth, little one." He greeted politely, smiling as he walked forward out of the entrance. "How nice to see you working so efficiently." He stopped, placing a hand on his chest in his polite way of addressing those around him. He even did it to siblings, particularly as some of them found it so endeering (?). Yuuta then turned to the male that was beside her, or slighlty to the side of her if he were feeling pedantic; which he often was.

"Forgive my intrusion. I am Yuuta Hika Geitsu. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." The words all rolled off of his accent and made his name seem like a particular point of the sentences. Those particular kinds of sylabels sounded much more natural coming out of his mouth.

[I_dont_live_here]

...you can call me Christopher.
You can call me Christina...

The two were like peas in a pod. Never alone, never lost. They walked and talked as though they were normal, but where one went, the other followed. What mysterious force, designed these beings. Guess we'll never know, but you'll be seeing..

The brush of his lips against her own was like the brush with death. It nearly took her breath away. Seemingly so that he sucked the air right out of her. She panted lightly, two single sweet breaths brushing across his face as she looked up at him. Her eyes were red, then again that was the color of both of their eyes. Always had been. "Tease." She said softly as her hands moved up into his red hair. She then let them fall down onto his shoulders and then down over his chest. Her voice had been darker and held a hint of something. Something that hadn't been there before.

She moved his drink suddenly and before he could do anything she had gracefully hopped onto the counter. Her legs moved to slip on either side of him and her warm body was suddenly pressed against him. Chris was also on the move. It wasn't rape if you were willing. He looked up at him with half lidded eyes and smirk that could kill. "Come now..that wasn't a kiss. Show me like you mean it..or else I'll have to show you." She said as her legs wrapped around him and pulled him up against her. The only thing separating the two was a thin sheet of her dress material.

Chris's steps had been silent as they approached the male and his sister. He was a horny bustard too and any hole was as good as the next. It was hard to ever get with guys though and they usually took girls. He didn't want to scare the other way though. They would probably need them intoxicated in order for to Chris to actually touch the other male.

[Austaris]

Isodor raises his gaze as Yuuta leaves the Mansion and approaches them, speaking to Amaranth as he nears and introducing himself as Yuuta Hika Geitsu.
"My name is Isodor Raiquen LaMont," Raiquen replies, inclining his head in a formal nod, unable really to more than that with both hands full, but aware that formalities were still required, "And the pleasure is all mine, Sir." he finishes with a smile.
Another one. A family member, or house staff I wonder... he thought to himself after introducing himself.
Yuuta couldn't be her family could he? They were different Nationalities.
House Staff then, unless he was a distant relative of some sort, he mused to himself as he waited for the young lady in front of him to react to the unexpected intrusion.
Or rather, the intrusion was unexpected to him. Perhaps they did this for every guest?
If they had more guests that was.
Yuuta seem's intelligent enough. It might be possible to have a serious conversation here afterall...
Of the two household members he had met so far, he felt more inclined to converse with Yuuta. He had no wish of offending Lady Amaranth, but younger people, especially those he classed as still Children, had a habit of getting on his nerves quite quickly.

[adziulaaa]

>>XXXXXMatt, simply MattXXXXX<<
Reality is determined not by what scientists
or anyone else says or believes
but by what the evidence reveals to us.

A flicker of manly pride aroused in himself, any guy would probably react like that after the reaction from her side. Her sweet scent literally engulfed him, and disappeared as quickly. He bore his eyes into her bloody red ones, almost the color of his hair. He was still trying to figure out what both of them were. Vampires? He couldn't be sure, but there was the fact that their statement for him to smell good would fit that description. He tilted his head slightly, smirking nonetheless,"Maybe it wasn't, maybe it was." His face was still quite close to hers, so he did not need to raise his voice,"But you can't deny it took your breath away."

He sensed the movement behind him without checking, knowing it was Chris. He was lurking from place to place, as if waiting for something impatiently. But for what? If he thought after kissing his sister, he'd easily jump in bed with both of them than he was wrong. And he probably knew that. Then what was he waiting for? He glanced at the crystal wine glass with the liquid, the drink he was offered. He could predict it was that? Oh well. If this was the only thing that would cost him to maybe get some information, then he didn't mind.

He'd play, for now. Both of his hands snaked down her body, one to her waist pulling her tightly to himself, while the other drifted up to her chin. He clasped her chin, two of his fingers lined against her jaws, and with that, he rose up slowly from his seat. Taller as he was, he tilted her head upwards forcefully, before forcing himself on her with a kiss. He acted quite roughly, but that was probably what she liked.

[hahayouvebeenjacked]

X_____Amaranth_____Von_____Kreeps_____X

There are some people who live in a dream world
And there are some who face reality
And then there are those who turn one into the other.

Gold eyes flashed bright in excitment. However, before young Amaranth can reply to their new guest, her brother Yuuta came out to greet the man as well. This was a rather unexpected and extremely rare occasion. Yuuta barely leaves the library. Her brother probably chosed this man to be his main dish. Or...wait a minute!

"Brother! It's nice to see you out of the library now and then!" she said and hugged him. A smile formed on her lips as she giggled and looked at her guest. "It is nice to meet you Sir. You must forgive me. I am not as formal as many of my siblings her." she said and bowed. Her hair falling in whisps as she bent over. She straightened up a while later and looked at Yuuta. "Brother, would you like to escort the guest as it seems you have taken a liking to him?" Or was it the other way around? Well whatever it was, it was a rare occasion he was out and she'll let her brother choose.

Another meal lost or maybe he won't mind sharing. Hell, she'll choose anyone, even the red head but apparently her twin siblings have already claimed him. She knows. And sharing with them is like sharing with a starving lion eyeing a small calf. Least, that is the way Amaranth saw it. Without waiting for a reply, she turned towards the door and smiled. "Gentlemen, if you please," her hand gestured to enter the mansion. It was rude to keep the guest waiting any longer.