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[Lady March Hare]

x x x x x x x Olivia Anne SanCartier
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-- ☆ » Nickname; Oli
-- ☆ » Age; Twenty-Two
-- ☆ » Gender; Female
-- ☆ » Nationality; Mixed, American/French
-- ☆ » Role; Human
-- ☆ » Traits; Patient, carefree, trusting, rational, creative

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x x x x x x x x x x Elliot Lee Fabian
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-- ☆ » Nickname; Eli
-- ☆ » Age; Twenty-Five
-- ☆ » Gender; Male
-- ☆ » Nationality; European
-- ☆ » Role; Vampire
-- ☆ » Traits; Loyal, determined, competitive, straightforward, honest

[Lady March Hare]

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Possible Text to Use: From Nightwish's Beauty and the Beast:
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?

"This is the color Oli uses to talk with."

'This is the emphasis color, used for Oli's thoughts, emphasis in the text, and OOC memos'

Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?

...Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you...

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[Lady March Hare]

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Possible Text to Use: From Nightwish's Beauty and the Beast:
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?

"This is the color Eli uses to talk with."

'This is the emphasis color, used for Eli's thoughts, emphasis in the text, and OOC memos'

Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?

...Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you...

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[Lady March Hare]

vows are spoken To be broken
to be broken
feelings are intense Words are trivial
words are trivial
✽ feelings are intense
✽ fee lings are intense
✽ feelings are intense
✽ flings are intense
✽ fls are intense
✽ fl are intense
✽ fls are intense

❝ Hey, Piper! ❞
wearing humming location
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Let's make this post dec NOT piss me off, shall we?

"This is Piper's speaking color."

'This is Piper's thought color. It is also an emphasis color.'

"This is a color for when other people speak. It is also another emphasis color."compaired with black

Hey little sister what have you done? Hey little sister who's the only one? Hey little sister who's your superman? Hey little sister who's the one you want? Hey little sister shot gun! It's a nice day to start again. It's a nice day for a white wedding. It's a nice day to start again. Hey little sister who is it you're with? Hey little sister what's your vice and wish? Hey little sister shot gun (oh yeah) Hey little sister who's your superman? Hey little sister shot gun! It's a nice day to start again (come on) It's a nice day for a white wedding It's a nice day to start again.

(Pick it up)

Take me back home

Hey little sister what have you done? Hey little sister who's the only one? I've been away for so long (so long) I've been away for so long (so long) I let you go for so long It's a nice day to start again (come on) It's a nice day for a white wedding It's a nice day to start again.

There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again

Come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again!!!!

Hey little sister what have you done? Hey little sister who's the only one? I've been away for so long (so long) I've been away for so long (so long) I let you go for so long It's a nice day to start again (come on) It's a nice day for a white wedding It's a nice day to start again. Hey little sister what have you done? Hey little sister who's the only one? I've been away for so long (so long) I've been away for so long (so long) I let you go for so long It's a nice day to start again (come on) It's a nice day for a white wedding It's a nice day to start again. Hey little sister what have you done? Hey little sister who's the only one? I've been away for so long (so long) I've been away for so long (so long) I let you go for so long It's a nice day to start again (come on) It's a nice day for a white wedding It's a nice day to start again. Hey little sister what have you done? Hey little sister who's the only one? I've been away for so long (so long) I've been away for so long (so long) I let you go for so long It's a nice day to start again (come on) It's a nice day for a white wedding It's a nice day to start again!!!!

It's a nice day for a white wedding


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pleasures remain

so does the pain

words are meaningless

and forgettable

[Lady March Hare]

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Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
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❝ It's me, Dorian! ❞
wearing | humming | location
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"This is Dorian's speaking color."

'This is Dorian's thought color. It is also an emphasis color.'

"This is a color for when other people speak. It is also another emphasis color."

Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?

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Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast? Didn't you read the tale Where happily ever after was to kiss a frog? Don't you know this tale In which all I ever wanted I'll never have For who could ever learn to love a beast?



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Who's afraid of the big bad wolf

Big bad wolf, big bad wolf?

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

Tra la la la la

[Lady March Hare]

Hey little sister who is it you're with?
Hey little sister what's your vice and wish?
Hey little sister shot gun (oh yeah)
Hey little sister who's your superman?
Hey little sister shot gun‼

❝ Hey, Piper! ❞
wearing | humming | home
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Click Click Click Click Click Click

It was a pen that was making that noise, and it was annoying. Piper knew that. The nervous clickings of a pen retracting and and releasing the mechanisms that held the ballpoint in place were one of the things that would always, without fail, distract her during lectures. No matter how much other noise was going on around her, no matter the whispers or the sounds leaking in through the windows, it was always the clicking of the pen that managed to best grate on her nerves. In fact, just listening to it now was getting on her nerves, even though she herself was the source of the noise. The pen was laced between her fingers, it's ever appearing and disappearing tip hovering over the prim stack of paperwork spread out across her desk. Perched in her computer chair, the blonde leaned her elbow on the desk and pushed her bangs back from her hair with a palm and studied the papers that stared up at her.

"Focus, Piper." she said to the empty room, hoping the sound of her own voice would shock her out of the sudden lethargy that had settled itself across her shoulders at the sight of those papers.

It didn't work.

Sighing, Piper allowed her pen to drop with a muffled thump atop the papers and leaned back in her chair with a prolonged sigh. Her head was buzzing, her mind filled with tight little lines of black font that spoke of requirements and recommendation demands; application after application, they all said the same things. It was mind numbing to have to go through each and every one of them, but if her mother found out that she'd skipped such a step and signed documents without reading them, she'd have a cow. A career attorney, Piper had a feeling that the lawyer would loose her maternal tone in favor of a stern lecture. Which the blue eyed girl could clearly do without.

"For real, Piper. These applications won't fill out themselves." she ordered herself, leaning forward again.

College. College. High school had flown by in a blurred whirl of activities and grades delivered in a variety of colored inks; before Piper had time to blink, people had started talking to her about college. Where was she thinking of applying? Had she already met with any deans? Toured any campuses? Did she know what she wanted to major in? Minor in? Was she going to follow in her father's footsteps to be an alum at this Ivy League university, or was she going to follow her mother's to be an alum at that Ivy League university? Had she decided to join any sororities -- had she been invited to any interest parties? Had she been doing her networking, schmoozing with her father's business partners and her mother's high class socialites who's brother's wife's second cousin could help brush aside any pesky roadblocks in the acceptance process?

The answer to all of those questions was no, unless no wasn't applicable, of course. Piper hadn't told the councilors, friends, and relatives that had asked that exactly; she had been making due with smile, nodding, laughing nervously, or talking around the topic, about just how many colleges there were out there these days, and just how exciting the world of education was getting, and just how many opportunities there were out there. Usually she could talk enough and completely distract whoever was asking from the subject completely. It was an avoidance technique, used to keep herself from deciding anything definite or from being put on the spot. Because the truth was, Piper had hardly given a thought to college until it was so abruptly pushed to the forefront of her mind. Oh, it wasn't that she hadn't given any thoughts to going to college; she had. She was one of two daughters of a very rich, very well educated family. She and her sister were not only inheriting wealth, but the requirements to be as impressive as possible, to attend some highly accredited university and saunter away with a mildly impressive degree and, most importantly, to accomplish that ever-important networking whilst within the ivory walls of education, meeting people who one could tap for favors or opportunities in the future. It was a tried and true process, rigid and simplified to a step-by-step procedure. All she had to do was fill out a few applications, making sure to include one from each of her parent's graduation institutions, mail them in, and allow money, prestige, and 'who you know' do the rest.

There was only one problem: Piper didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. She had never been one of those kids that had a whole slew of careers they wanted to undertake; in fact, if she remembered correctly, the very first thing she wanted to be as a child was a zebra. Seeing as that was impossible even for the ridiculously rich, she had let that particular ambition die. But she had no other ambition to replace it with. Piper wasn't one of those people who had a calling; no career, no cause, no path had opened itself up to her like it seemed to for other people. This had never bothered her before: she was rich, what need did she had to work? But in the face of these uniform applications, she suddenly felt listless and ungrounded. What sort of person went their life without knowing what they wanted to do with her life? Of course, she wasn't the only young person on the cusp of entering college who had no end destination. There were countless other heirs of fortunes who did not know what they were going to do with their lives. But Piper had the funny feeling that they weren't as concerned with this conclusion as she was, perhaps because they knew with certainty that they had been groomed to go into family businesses, perhaps because they were a little more put together then Piper herself. Either way, when she mentioned her mental agitation to her school friends, they shrugged it off with a laugh. Apparently, Piper was being ridiculous, worrying about such things.

'I can't just keep thinking about this.' she groaned to herself, running fingers over her scalp therapeutically. 'It's just going to drive me nuts!'

There was only one conclusion she could reach: she would fill out of ever single one of those applications. Wherever she was accepted... well, that is where she would attend. That made her uneasy, but she tried to put it from her mind. Since she had no personal say, and since there seemed to be equal pulls from all sides, she could leave her future up to fate. It almost made her laugh; her mother wouldn't like such talk. Well, obviously, Piper just couldn't tell her. She would talk to her sister about it instead; there was no better advice then that of a sister, after all. Piper's lips quirked into a smile at the very thought. Desperate for a distraction, she kneaded her knuckles into her eyes and pushed back from her desk, untangling her legs from one another and planting them on the carpet before getting to her feet.

Wasn't there something that was supposed to be happening today? Somebody coming to visit, or someone mother and father wanted them to meet? Piper couldn't quite remember; her mind had been far away in the world of great next steps. She'd been holed up in her room for too long; it was about time for her to emerge and remind herself as to what was going on. Moving barefooted to the door, she flung it open with abandon and inched into the hall. Where was everyone, anyway? Shrugging to herself, Piper closed her door behind her and moved to find her sister.




There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again ‼

[Lady March Hare]

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Big bad wolf, big bad wolf?
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
Tra la la la la
Came the day when fate did frown
And the wolf blew into town

❝ It's me, Dorian! ❞
wearing | humming | michael's study
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"You are sure about this, aren't you?"

He spoke in a murmur, casting his gray eyes around the room in a slow, analytical manner. Perhaps such a low tone wasn't really necessary; the room was quiet, and he was one of only two bodies that inhabited the space, so there was no fear of being misheard. But the young man that sat awkwardly in the chair before the cherrywood desk felt the urge to speak quietly just the same. There was something about the expensive fabric that made up the drapes, the ornate carvings along even the simple chair on which he sat, and the library of ancient and valuable texts that lined the back wall that not only made him feel uncomfortably out of place, but that demanded some sort of reverent silence. It was like being in a museum or a library; one was to speak in a soft, considerate tone, and for god's sake, he wasn't supposed to touch anything.

A chuckle answered his words, and the young man's companion looked past his reflection to study the uneasy youth by his mirror image. An older man who was flirting with forty, he was olive skinned with dark, sympathetic eyes and a wide, natural smile that barely hid perfectly white teeth. His hair was dark and with a natural curl, just starting to fleck with gray at the temples that he made no effort to hide, and his clothing, though relatively simple, was of high quality.

"Of course, I'm sure." the man replied with cool confidence as he returned his attention to the straightening of his tie. "Why do you ask? You aren't second guessing me, are you, Dorian?"

Dorian, so uncomfortable surrounded by subtle shows of great wealth, scoffed softly, looking down at his calloused hands. "Of course not." he muttered. "It's just... well... this is a big deal. A really big deal. I'm just not sure you've thought it through completely, that's all."

"Well, it's a little late to mention that. The papers are already signed! As far as the courts are concerned, you're a Brewster now."

"Michael..." Dorian started in slight exasperation, the laughter in the elder man's tone doing nothing to reassure him.

"What's this? I thought you were going to call me 'dad' from now on. That's why I'm adopting you, you know. I'm greatly looking forward to having a son to call me 'father' before dignified ladies. It will make me look dignified, with just a dash of responsible. They won't be able to resist me."

"See, when you joke around like that, I can't always tell when you're being serious." Dorian replied dryly.

"You're way too young to be so cynical." Michael laughed, turning from the small mirror hanging on his wall and bracing his back against it. The older man displayed none of the younger's anxiety about being surrounded with shows of wealth; he had been born and bred to money, and his study wasn't even the most lavish of the rooms in his spacious home. It was a serious moment, but when Michael traced his eyes over Dorian's form, with his back hunched so that he could rest his elbows on his knees, his expression uneasy, and his dark eyes so serious, Michael's lips twitched up into a grin on pure instinct. Sure, he understood why Dorian was worried: it was because he was a worrywart. "Look, stop worrying. Sure, taking you under my wing isn't the most popular thing I've ever done. But the Elders will get over it. What are they going to do, sue me?"

Dorian shook his head slowly; his newly obtained benefactor was still far too cavalier for his tastes. His adoption was unusual, even without his extraordinary circumstances. He was a good deal older then most people who found themselves adopted; he was over the age of accountability by far, and he was completely capable of taking care of himself. He wasn't like some of his kind, that ran wild, slaves to their changes and slaves to the occasional full moon. A great deal of time had been invested in studying humanity in general, in making sure that he could blend in just as well as any human, like he was one of them. Of all of the werewolves that he had met, Dorian was proud to say that he had, thus far, been one of the most savvy. He was used to being in his element. Of course, now that was turned completely on its head. It had started with the death of his pack. There were a great many werewolves in the world, he supposed, with packs of varying sizes, but his had been a small one, consisting of only five members. They had been a tight-knit group; he had nothing but fond memories of the lot of them. But apparently one or all of them had walked under a ladder, broken a mirror, or hung a horseshoe in the wrong direction, for their small pack had been an unlucky one. One thing had led to another, and he'd ended up as a wolf alone. At first he'd figured that such an occurrence would call for leaving town, but then Michael, an unexpected friend that Dorian had known for several years, gave him a surprising offer. Michael was rich and successful with a string of ex-wives, but no heirs; he had little patience for children in general. So when the idea to adopt his young friend as his own entered his head, the man had acted automatically. Michael Brewster was a shrewd businessman, an economic genius, a societal expert... but sometime he made Dorian wonder. Like in this particular situation...

"Are you sure about that?" Dorian asked. "Your Elders are... not the most understanding bunch of humans I've ever met. If I understood them clearly --and I'm pretty sure I did-- they weren't too fond of one of their own adopting a werewolf. They were even less fond of you calling me your son."

"That they were." Michael replied fondly, suppressing another chuckle. "Nearly gave the old boys a coronary, that did. But seriously, don't worry about them. There are a lot of benefits of being rich and powerful; getting to adopt whoever I damn well please is one of them." Finally satisfied with appearance, he turned to observe his adopted son critically. "Enough of that talk; we have more pressing matters to attend to. Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

"Why should I?" Dorian countered, the slightest bit of stubbornness entering his tone.

"Well, I'd like you to make a good impression." Michael said, lifting an eyebrow in amusement. "This family I'm going to introduce you to is one of the best I know. I've known the father since our university days, and I was the best man at their wedding. And their kids are just great. They're around your age; really friendly."

"So you've told me." Dorian agreed flatly. "I just don't think this is the best idea, Michael. I mean, I'm used to being around humans. It's not like I'm going to be any trouble or anything..."

"I know that." Michael chuckled.

"But I feel like this might be pushing it." Dorian continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. "Normal humans, I can get along with just fine. But these rich people... I don't know anything about how to act around rich people. Other then you, I mean. I'm probably just going to end up embarrassing you. And since that's going to happen anyway, then why don't we just wait for it to happen on its own? Why rush things?"

"Such a pessimist! Look, you need to learn how to adapt to high society at some point. Take this as a learning experience." he added as he moved to pat Dorian's shoulder. "Well, I guess if you're comfortable showing up looking scruffy, I won't stop you. You should know by now that I'm not that easy to embarrass. So, let's get going, hmm?"

Another sound pat on the shoulder, and Michael released his adopted son and moved towards the door. Understanding the silent cue, Dorian lifted a hand to rub at his temples and, with a small sigh, rose to his feet. He wasn't enthusiastic about meeting yet another clutch of snobby rich people, but he wasn't really in a position to argue. His kind usually weren't in the position to openly do such a thing; he reminded himself of this and tried to take it all in as an experience for the species. Besides, he really hadn't had anything more constructive planned for the afternoon; might as well surrender to Michael's whims. So he followed the older man through the ornate halls of the townhouse Michael loved best out to the front of the home where an expensive sports car waited. There was no driver; Michael was fond of driving himself. The man took the wheel and Dorian slid into the passenger's seat without complaint, settling into the worn leather with a small sigh.

'Might as well get this all over with.'



With a gruff "puff-puff" he puffed just enough
And the hay house fell right down
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Big bad wolf, big bad wolf?
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
Tra la la la la

[Lady March Hare]

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"His speach color." #3484D9

Thought/emphasis color #c79d73

"other people speaking color." #613e18


So, let's just start with the basics, and go from there. Count of four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four. And now let's try it backwards; count them four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one.Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one.

So now, break it down to random things. GO! KLJHGOWB kefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hv kefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hvkefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hvkefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hvkefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hvkefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hv

kefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hv

[Lady March Hare]

lightcoral sienna chartreuse
#f27e8e#804905#50f000


"This is going to be the color Cordelia speaks with." Hopefully it won't be too light or hard to read, since it's kinda important that Cordelia can portray her thoughts verbally. "After all," she says, "it is important for people to listen to me."

'This is the color of Cordi's thoughts.' So that if she's having an internal dialogue, everyone knows what about. This color will also be used throughout the role play as an emphasis color. You know, to get points across.

"This is the color of other people talking." It will be used for when other characters are putting forward something for Cordelia to respond to. That's important. "These people will be deemed 'NPC's."


So, let's just start with the basics, and go from there. Count of four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four.One. Two. Three. Four. And now let's try it backwards; count them four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one.Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one. Four, three, two, one.

So now, break it down to random things. GO! KLJHGOWB kefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hv kefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hvkefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hvkefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hvkefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hvkefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hv

kefbgewikjf wegewg ed d d dddddwdefgr4g gwg fslkn the grandge nbnk tlkwhdla da fwefkew vwvwpfv qiwfmwf,fd ocwb clasdfh ewfd CXKJHC PWEFLm m dm kigib, vkdvjspov ccb ,c;lascjiugcajc aldx anpcbsjc a,mcnzoicbabns da,md akscgjhavcnbd as clnsgchsd da dlandiabvdwq dsalkcnasocbb asda defkhaoichgs d sf dgbdkschashdv eltmrdjbhxiuc vh bv grbvdkasjvb;dlh nfvgsvfyxuvifgnrmd db x bl; hv

[Lady March Hare]

There was nothing, no sound, no sensation, no tactile experience known on heaven nor earth more soothing to the soul and senses then a sea at rest. No one ever denied that the sea could be wicked; the tales told of its horrors and heartaches were true ones, told by those who had experienced them. The sea could change in the time it took to blink, to gasp, to recoil in horror; it could lull one into a false sense of security before twisting into a most violent tempest; it could raise its undulating surface to curl sailing vessels under its weighted waves just as easily as it could topple them wildly over its crest. The sea was dangerous, a fickle mistress whose temper was constantly changing, and whose moods were a mystery to all but those that threw themselves into the life of the seaman. The sea was dangerous to those that dared to cross her; of that there was no doubt. But even as she repelled, she drew those with the spirit of adventure into her watery embrace. If one had a stout heart and a stouter vessel, one had a chance to conquer those many dangers and, upon doing so, be granted the greatest of rewards. The bliss, the serenity, the clean, clear calm… it was something only one who had taken the worst the seas had to offer could fully appreciate.

At least, that is what Nathaniel Fabian had been raised to believe. It was a belief held by his father, by his father’s father, a belief that had been held by a whole line of Fabian captains enamored with the seas.

It was a love affair that few who did not spend their lives on the waters strove to understand. But there was something about the crisp smell of the air after a squall that lifted the spirit, something about the endless stretch of sky on all sides that made one feel so small, yet so unconquerable. Nathaniel could think of nothing that had so greatly sustained him throughout his young life. The sea was all he could remember; he had spent more time on his father’s sailing vessel then he had on dry land. His earliest sights were the massive canvas sails flapping in the wind, his earliest sounds the waves slapping soothingly against the curving hull, his first conscious feeling the melodic rocking of the ship as it continued its dance over the constantly moving waves. Peaceful, homelike; it was really no wonder that Nat felt nothing but anxiety when he was forced to go to port. With such complete beauty waiting for him on the horizon, what sort of stationary life could hope to occupy his attention?

He took a deep, appreciative breath; his father’s ship, the Maiden’s Prayer, had been faced with a mighty squall the night before, and had made it through like the champion she was. An admiring smile quirked his lips upwards and his bright blue eyes were lowered to the wooden railing he leaned against. He loved the Maiden’s Prayer with the tenderness young men usually reserved for a mother or sister, but seeing as both had been denied to him, the ship got the entirety of his admiration. It was a schooner envied by those in the shipping business, a beautiful vessel with the balance of speed and strength that kept her missions completed and her crew safe. Nathaniel was not the only man aboard who spoke and thought so fondly of their transportation.

Patting a calloused hand against the railing, the tanned young man pushed himself from his slouch and shook off the momentary nostalgia that always struck him on the morning after a storm. After all, the Maiden’s Prayer was not a pleasure vessel; she was a work horse, and her crew was not aboard to daydream, but to procure a very specific sort of cargo. Some vessels that took to the sea did so in pursuit of fish, some did so to cart goods of all sorts to distant lands and the profits to be found there, and others still reserved their missions to the slaying of the great oceanic beasts whose blubber would light a thousand oil lamps. But the Maiden’s Prayer was hunting none of these commodities.

No; the crew of the Maiden’s Prayer were hunting merfolk.

“Daydreaming again, Natty?” a voice called down to him from the riggings, and Nathaniel automatically flicked his eyes upwards to the source of the voice. The voice came from a large man with skin tanned by the sun dark brown hair, his eyes a bright, crisp blue to match his son’s. His face was an honest one, with a strong jaw and lips curved up into a small, confident smile. He was dressed in browns and whites, the coat that marked him as the captain of the vessel hanging open in an unusual deterrence from protocol. His leather boots sounded firmly against the wooden boards as he moved closer to the younger man, and wrapped around his waist was a cloth belt that held the only pistol allowed above deck. The older man came to a stop before the younger, reaching a hand to clasp his shoulder in greeting.

“Of course not.” Nathaniel lied, clearing his throat. “I was looking for mermaids. Not a sight of them, as of yet.”

“A bad place to do such a thing.” his father quipped, an amused sparkle in his eye. “Shouldn’t you be in the crow’s nest, or at least up in the rigging for such a thing?”

“Yes.” Nathaniel sighed, bracing himself for the teasing that was sure to come. Aside from the cabin boy of twelve, Nathaniel was the youngest member of his father’s crew. There was never any doubt that he was also the most loyal, but it was a great amusement on the ship to tease the young man about his youth. He had proven himself more often then any of the twenty man crew could count, so the teasing only fell upon him when he brought it upon himself. Say, when he allowed himself to get caught up in sea-watching. “We just came through a squall, Father… it’s my favorite time.”

“You’re like your mother that way, you are.” his father said fondly. Allowing the opportunity for jest to pass, he released his son’s shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, pay attention; we’re coming up on one of the sighting grounds for the merfolk. They’re slippery; if we see them at the same time that they see us, we’ll miss our chance to catch them. And her Majesty would be less than pleased. You remember what happened to the crew of the Victory…”

“I remember.” Nathaniel replied quickly, a hint of scorn entering his voice. “We won't make the same mistakes. Don’t worry, sir; they won't escape from us.”

“Good man.” Captain Fabian said agreeably, turning to squint up at one of the many bodies that crawled about in the riggings above. His attention quickly moving elsewhere, he lifted a hand to his mouth as he moved away, his tone a bit sterner. “Steady, Anderson! Watch the lines, watch the lines!”

Grinning, the younger Fabian cast one last look to the horizon before moving to the side of the ship. His loosely woven shirt catching in the strong breeze from the east, the young man wound a hand tightly around the nearest rope stretching down from the mast and hauled himself up to balance on the narrow rigging. Swinging his body around with the momentum of the ship, his free hand caught another tightly woven rope and his foot sank comfortably against a knot, his body swaying with the lulling of the waves. Climbing up the riggings like the natural he was, he joined Anderson along the mast, busying his attention with the adjusting of the billowing ivory sails. Below, the crew lugged heavy nets to the side of the ships, their low chatter and laughter mingling with the sloshing of waves to complete the soundtrack of oceanic life.

The hunting crew was ready; now, to find the prey.