Gothic Horror RP - (Currently not accepting)

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Sweeney gave a soft sigh "I only know them about as much as you do, Mrs. Lovett, I only met them today, along with Miss Amie here." He said, glancing to the vampire for a moment. He sniffed, blinking confused, wondering what that sudden strong smell was that even overpowered the scent of the meat. He looked back to Mrs. Lovett, realizing she must have got a new bottle of... by purpose, it should be called perfume, but by effect... He resisted the urge to cough. "New perfume, Mrs. Lovett?" He managed to bring out.

Victor did cough, but more out of nervousness, and he was trying to hide a soft blush by drinking more of the wine. He looked up again at her comment about meat, ale and potatoes. "Oh, er... you could ask one of the servants to bring you a different dish, or to prepare that for you, although..." He glanced around "I haven't actually seen a servant yet, neither here or in any other part of the castle that I've been."

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For the past moment that Miss Lovett had come in and sat herself down, Amie had remained silent, even though she had questions directed at her, sucking on a piece of steak, draining the juices from it, then put it down on the plate once more, completely dry. She had paused to watch Dr. Jekyll leave, rather abruptly, and if she needed to worry about her own mortality, she would probably worry for her life.
"Yes, Victor, Mr. Todd, I am a vampire," she didn't mean to leave Miss Lovett out of her addressment, but it was the men who asked her the question, and Miss Lovett seemed to be ignoring her, and flaunting herself, " And as far as Goblins, Werewolves, and Dragons go, I'm not sure they exist. I've never met one. And it's quite a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lovett. I don't feel so alone here as a woman.And I too, am in science. I study psychology, and sociology, if you find any interest in that fact."
Amie sensed from the way they were acting, that she was thought of as a beautiful woman. Especially if Miss Lovett was acting so threatened by her presence. If only she thought the same. Not that it mattered. She found more interest in her science than she did in men.

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"Oh, you noticed!" cried Lovett, clinging to Sweeney. "I think it must be the, um... Contessa Dracula's? But I'm sure she won't miss it."

She glanced up at Amie when the vampire spoke, and raised an eyebrow. "Vampire, eh? Did you meet that Dracula fellow? He was staring at me neck something awful - ah, but Mister Todd does that too, sometimes. Must just be bedazzled by my beauty, eh?" she joked, giggling. "And sociology, love? That must be very... interesting. I cook. Pies. World-famous, they say."

((sorry for the edits; I think I've got it back to a reasonable state XD))

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"You mean you took it from somewhere here?" Sweeney asked, raising an eyebrow to Mrs. Lovett's comment that the perfume must have belonged to the Count's wife. Thinking back to the brief moment he saw the Count, he didn't look like a married man to him, but that wasn't always so easily seen. After all, probably no one would guess he had been a happily-married man one time... technically still married, at least from his point of view. He glanced down to his thin, pale hands upon the table, giving an inaudible sigh to note once again he didn't bear his wedding ring anymore. He could hardly remember when he lost it, probably taken by either a guard or a fellow prisoner in the beginning of his sentence.

He blinked, noticing Mrs. Lovett's voice talking to the vampire woman. "Right, Mrs. Lovett, the best meat pies in London..." He said with a small grin.
"Are you really such a great cook, Mrs. Lovett? Then it is too bad I never visited London, I would have liked to try one of your pies then." Victor said with a friendly smile to her.
Sweeney could barely contain a laugh "I'm sure you would have, lad. If you did, you'd probably never eat any better." His grin seemed mad and his dark eyes twinkled with amusement, as if there was underlying joke that only he, and Mrs. Lovett, knew about. After all, if the lad had come to Fleet Street, he'd never make it past a shave in the morning.

Victor blinked confused, wondering what was so funny about that. He shrugged it off, then glanced back to Amie. "Psychology? That seems a bit in Dr. Jekyll's area, if you also think that locking insane people in a madhouse and keeping them calm with shackles and cold water doesn't work... I don't understand that anyone would even think that it does, but I guess their argument would be 'it keeps the crazies off the streets'."

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"If she wanted it, she wouldn't have left it in our room, would she?" insisted Lovett. She glanced around the table, and lifted another platter to reveal a strange kind of vegetable that looked remotely like green potatoes. She inspected them for a while, decided they were close enough and forked a few onto her plate.

A crash came from down the hallway, followed by a curse word or two, and Lovett looked up from her 'meal'. "Was the Doctor expecting someone else? Where is Doctor Jekyll, anyway? You'd think a host would attend his own dinner party..." She gave Sweeney a sideways look, but said nothing else.

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"No, I suppose you're right, Mrs. Lovett. Just be a little more careful about putting unknown liquids upon your skin though, we are at a... not-so-conventional science convention, after all." Sweeney noted to her question. The whole 'service' part could be rather vague indeed, and perhaps some of these scientists didn't mind using life humans for their experiments...

"Dr. Jekyll wasn't feeling so well, he left just before you arrived, madam." Victor replied. Both Dr. Frankenstein and Mr. Todd looked to the hallway after they heard the crash and cursing, just like Mrs. Lovett, they wondered who it could be. "I think there are more people that were invited, but perhaps some haven't arrived yet, or are in their room..." Victor suggested.

"Or they could just have got lost in the castle, it's pretty huge... I'm sure you could walk around for days if you don't know where you're going." The barber remarked with a hint of amusement in his voice. He glanced to the hallway "Maybe they hit one of those armour suits." He said, before standing up and walking over into the hallway. "Are you alright, sir?" Sweeney asked to the person in the hallway, more out of habit than actual concern.

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"Quite right, Mister Todd!" hissed a voice, and a small, dark man pulled himself into the light cast from the dining room. "I think the table's a little worse for it, though."

He grinned at Sweeney, and held out a hand to be shaken. "I know you, you're Mister Sweeney Todd. Read about you in a little penny-part, then heard your name again... reccomended you to old Harry - he doesn't think about everything, sometimes." He considered this, leaning on his cane, and then smiled again. "I'm Mister Hyde. Harry's taken a bit sick, he has to rest. So he sent me down to tell you, Mister Todd. I thought I'd join you for dinner. It smells... good."

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A strange man, indeed, Sweeney concluded looking at the smaller man. Todd himself wasn't very tall, and this man was even shorter than him. He wondered a little why Dr. Jekyll would have a friend like his, and how he would have anything to do with that strange research he was talking about.

Sweeney returned a smile and shook the man's hand "Ah, Mr. Hyde, so it seems I have you to thank for that ticket out of London then. My thanks, sir. I needed a little... time off. I hope I can be of service." He spoke politely, but his eyes shone with something more dangerous, and the razors in his belt shone silver reflections in the light from the dinner room.

"And I hope Dr. Jekyll is feeling alright... I thought it might have been the meat, he did look a little off when he ate it. But that might have been the blood." He glanced to the room "I don't know what animal they caught for the roast, but I have to admit it does taste good."

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"'A little time off'?" repeated Hyde, looking up at Sweeney before tossing the cane into the air and catching its middle, "Don't we all, sir? Don't we all? London's huge until you're known, and then it becomes far too small for any one man."

"But!" He moved in a flash, pointing the cane at Sweeney's neck. "There's no place like it! Lovely place, lovely buildings, lovely women. You have to admit it, don't you, sir?"

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"London's just a bit too much of a bother at the moment... for one, I needed to get away from the stench of the place for a while at least." Sweeney remarked, it was safe to say he hated the place pretty much. It had only brought misery after all, and he had no regret about removing at least some of its filth. A little charity, that.

But he was surprised by Hyde's sudden movement. His hand was raised half-way with the opened razor in it. 'He's fast.' Sweeney had to admit mentally. He'd taken his own favored weapon almost in a reflex, but he wasn't sure he would have had the time to slit the man's throat before the man hit him first. He smiled and pressed the blunt side of his razor against the side of the cane to move it away from his neck. The heavy cane reminded him too much of too many beatings he'd had as a prisoner in Australia.

"Quite, sir, no place like London... I'm sure the stench rising from it chokes the residents of heaven." He replied cynically, his eyes narrowing only a little at 'lovely women'. There was only one woman he thought of as 'lovely', and she was gone forever. He gave a soft sigh "I wouldn't know much about the lovely things, I didn't go out much from my shop. I didn't have time or interest to ... socialize with women."

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"Who said I 'socialise'?" returned Hyde, leering nastily at Sweeney. "But still, you are probably right about the stench. Though I am inclined to think that it's even worse when people try to cover it up, wouldn't you say? Clean up your act, or learn to live in your filth."

He glanced into the dining room, finally lowering the cane. "Every one of them, sir, even you and I," he muttered, watching carefully.

"Mister Todd, dear, is everything okay?" called Mrs. Lovett, and Hyde smiled up at Sweeney again. "Shall we, sir? Your mistress is waiting."

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Sweeney's expression became irrate and he resisted the urge to growl at seeing Hyde's leer; as it reminded him of the way Turpin had looked at Lucy. Lust, at any cost. The cost of his and his wife's life, to be precise. He coughed, bringing his face back to impassiveness. "Well, we all have our little problems... one just has to deal with them."

He lowered the razor, only looking at it with a strange fondness that flashed for a moment in his eyes, then folded it and replaced it in the holster at his belt. The barber and his tools. He looked back to the dining room at the sound of Lovett's voice, and gave a soft, but annoyed sigh. But anger burned in his eyes as he looked to Hyde at his comment. "She's not my 'mistress', she's my ... landlady. Back in London. She just insisted on going along with me, for some reason, but we have no relation beyond that. Understood?" Maybe there was something like companionship, in a way... but nothing like love, from his side. At all. That said, he turned on his heels and walked back into the room, retaking his seat.

Victor looked to the door as Mr. Todd came back, with a stranger, the one who must have made that noise. He rose a bit in his seat "Are you alright, sir? It sounded like you took a nasty fall." He asked, looking a bit concerned, although he didn't see any injury upon the man.

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"As you say, sir; I only worked on what I saw..." replied Hyde, pulling out Dr. Jekyll's seat roughly and sitting as if he'd been thrown onto the chair. He motioned for Victor to be seated, grinning his white, evil grin at him. "Not at all, not at all - just got my coat hooked on the corner of the table."

He glanced at the roast nonchalantly, and poked the slices on his plate with a gnarled finger. It didn't look half bad, he thought, and so took a piece in his hand to chew on messily. "And, err, I'm Edward Hyde, by the way, call me what you want," he said around a mouthful, looking up at the others. "This meat is good, isn't it?"

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“Mister Todd what was all the fussin’ about in the hall?...” started the chestnut haired women until her eyes settled on the man soon following him. Confused about the conversation that went down between the two men, she flustered slightly, brushing off the imaginary dust on her dress before taking in a deep breath of air.

Mrs. Lovett was going to stand and help the man to his seat but she rethought her actions; if it was too forwards then a lady of her likeness would be regarded as indecent but then again she had done practically everything in nature that seemed wrong and indecent at the same time. Shifting in her seat, Mrs. Lovett rested her hand lightly on Sweeney Todd’s shoulder. “You all right now love?” she questioned in her usual cheery voice. Glancing over at the sudden introduction of Mr. Edward Hyde, she grimaced at the untidy way he ate his food it was appalling.

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((Welcome to the RP ^^ We're glad to have a Mrs. Lovett. Oh, by the way, I was having Sweeney post-movie, but that he either didn't notice the beggar-woman was Lucy, or that Lucy didn't come into the shop at the time, so he didn't kill her... either way, obviously, he didn't kill Mrs. Lovett then, and thus Toby didn't kill him, but they had to get out of London before someone noticed Turpin missing))

"Mr. Hyde apparently tripped in the dark of the hallway." Sweeney replied to Mrs. Lovett's question, glancing back to the hallway for a moment, thinking now that it was fully dark outside, it looked like they might need something like a torch to find their way in the dark. How charming. Especially with vampires and who-knows-what in the place. Next it'll turn out werewolves and ghosts exist.

His gaze returned to Mrs. Lovett, feeling her hand brush on his shoulder. He never really said anything about her touching him like that, as long as she didn't go too far, which she never did anyway. Although... they did share a room now. That might get a little awkward, he thought. "I'm fine, luv'." He reassured her, then looked to Mr. Hyde eat... well, not exactly like a gentleman.

Sweeney winced just a little when the man talked with a mouthful and the chewed food was visible as such. Funny, he'd seen far worse things than that, but still it seemed unpleasant to watch somehow. "Just a... tad undercooked, that's all."

Victor couldn't help but stare, feeling a bit appalled by this man's... well, complete lack of table manners. He didn't even use a fork or a knife, just eating like an animal. He grimaced and looked away, trying to concentrate on something else instead. "So, erm... Mrs. Lovett, you're a baker? Perhaps you could ask the servant if you could use the kitchen, if you'd like to cook for us some time." That is, if any servant showed up anyway. They had been at the table for some time and still none had showed up, which he found quite odd.