"Not So Partners In Crime" RP (FULL)

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“Not So Partners In Crime”
: Yeeaaahh…

Well, who is in for some chill and kind of goofy Role Playing? I am!

Alright. Let’s get this party started… >D
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Plot

There’s a mansion atop a hill in England somewhere. The exact location isn’t given because it’s a secret base for a secret society – the Esoteric Society.

Now this Esoteric Society…it’s run by a mysterious man that the society members call “Orphic.” None of the society members have seen Orphic’s face, but they follow him because:
1. He promises them all good fortune once his quest is complete
2. He seems like a nice man
3. All the members can see his point of view

Orphic’s goal is to get rid of some of the evils in the world. Yes – evils. What Orphic means by “evils” are the humans who think that they can rule the world. Orphic wants to have them all arrested, because he doesn’t want the world to be thrown into a worse situation.

That’s why he has his group of eight people – eight special people. These special people have been collected by Orphic, and live with him in his mystery mansion atop the hill in England somewhere.

Once all of his minions have been gathered to him, Orphic plans to separate them into pairs of boys and girls. He specifically gathered them to have certain powers; four of them have harmless but knowledgeable powers, and the other four have powers that can injure others. Orphic will separate the society members evenly and give them a list of people to eliminate.

And that’s (kind of) where our story begins. ..

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Rules

1. No spamming or advertising
2. No posting unless you have an accepted character
3. Post so people can read what you’re typing
4. Post in 3rd person and in past tense
5. No killing other characters except for maybe the people on the list
6. Use either {{ }}, [[ ]], or (( )) when speaking OOC
7. Get a "big head" 3 times and you'll be kicked out
8. If you wish to quit PM me and we can arrange that
9. Anime character picture please
10. Romance and violence are encouraged
11. PM your skeleton to me titled “Red Bean Pudding” to get approved
12. Put a cheese and wine emote somewhere in your PM with your skeleton
13. No Cybering AT ALL
14. No god-modding AT ALL
15. I decide who joins and who doesn’t join
16. Semi-lit to lit to advanced lit if you want

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Skeleton

Name:
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:
Gender:
Blood Type:
Unit: (Do not fill in. I will fill it in later)
Gift:
Personality:
Biography:
Appearance:

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Character Spots

REMEMBER: There can only be two boys and two girls in each section.

Fighting Characters:

(TAKEN) Shape-Shifter: The shape-shifter is able to turn into any type of substance. For example, at one point the shape-shifter could be a cardboard box and then suddenly turn into a cat. However, it can’t turn into magic, thoughts, light, or any other sort if idea. Shape-Shifting can be tiring if done too much on a regular basis, so take it in moderation.

(TAKEN) Sorcery: This character is able to use all magic from light, dark, and elements (including fire, water, earth, and sky). No, they don’t have a magic wand and say spells, but they use the magic deep in their souls and their thoughts. Using magic is exhausting if too many are casted for this character.

(TAKEN) Telekinesis: This character can make inanimate objects move, including humans and other living creatures. If there is a glass of water sitting on a table, this character can make it float up in the air and make it come into their hand. If they want to move let’s say, a tree, then they will have to use a lot of mind power to get it out of the ground. Afterwards, this character would be exhausted.

(TAKEN) Invulnerability: This character can survive any kind of impact without a scratch. If they fall off of a building, they can easily stand up and walk away. Since this power is more for the body and to of the mind, it doesn't use any brain power, so they won't get tired after using their natural power.

Harmless Characters:

(TAKEN) Telepathy: This character is able to get inside people’s heads and make them think, feel, or do certain things. For instance, they can get inside someone’s head and make them think about wanting to eat a slice of bread, and the person will go eat a slice of bread. They can also make people say things. Basically, this character can control other people’s minds. This power uses much concentration and mind power, so the user can become exhausted if they use this power too much on a regular basis.

(TAKEN) Precognition: This character is able to vaguely foresee events that will happen in the future, but they come in riddles. For instance, it won’t come like “There will be a tree with a man under it holding a gun,” but it will come more like “There is a danger outside.” Like, the idea or feeling will be expressed, but not the exact situation. This power comes naturally – like an idea appearing in someone’s head – so it doesn’t use all that much mind power, so the character won’t be really exhausted.

(TAKEN) Mediumship: This character is able to communicate with spirits. They can see them walking around and can talk to them, but nobody else can see the spirits or hear them. Spirits are attracted to this character and can whisper hints or other things into his/her ear. This power also doesn’t use much mind power, since the user can see the spirits all the time, so this character won’t become exhausted by talking to spirits regularly.

(TAKEN) Invisibility: This character can turn their body invisible. When they turn invisible, their clothing turns invisible with them. Also, by touching a person and using his/her mind power; the user can turn the person he/she is touching invisible as well. This power requires a lot of mind power, so this character would be exhausted after being invisible for a long period of time.

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Accepted Characters

Name: Emma DeCastro
Nickname: None
Age: 17
Birthday: May 7, 1993
Gender: Female
Blood Type: B+
Unit: 4
Gift: Telepathy – though her mind control powers are a little unstable.
Personality: She is a good and nice person, but is the most stubborn person you’ll ever meet. She tents to be bossy, sarcastic, rude, blunt, annoying, and basically behaves like a man. Her attitude doesn’t change towards people often, but sometimes, when something deeply touches her, she gets mushy and soft…like a marshmallow.
Biography: Emma was born in Samos, Greece and was raised there. Her mother was a whore and her father, a gambler. Having her was an accident, so the mother left the child to the owner of an inn there. She grew up, always wanting to venture into the sea. She discovered her power by accident – she read the mind of some old creep who wanted to kidnap her. After discovering her power, she used it to her advantage and knew about many people’s dirty secrets. Once she was around 15, she set sail with a crew of pirates and found herself enjoying her life more than she’d ever did. She stayed with the pirates for 2 years. However, the marines chased the ruffians down, and Emma was arrested with them. When she was in jail, a mysterious man names Orphic freed her, asking her to work for him by destroying bad guys. She gladly accepted, happy to destroy anything and get a reward at the end. However, she found herself doing the grunt work (mopping the floors, etc.) in Orphic’s mansion until “other special people arrived.” Until then, she grudgingly worked about Orphic’s house as a servant would.
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Name: Faye Adam
Nickname: N/A
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Blood Type: A+
Unit: 2
Gift: Shapeshifting
Personality: Faye tends to be pretty apathetic and doesn't care much about anything. She has an attitude, but tends to keep most of her emotions locked up inside. However, every once in a while, she'll show her more kind and gentle side and she actually cares about those around her, even if she doesn't show it.
Biography: Faye was about seven when she discovered her powers. She was sitting at her window in her house when she saw a black cat walkind down the street. Faye had always been interested in cats and wished she herself could be one. Then, suddenly, she began to grow fur on her body, her hair changing to black and whiskers coming out of her face. She was a cat. Right after that, her mother came into her room and screamed, shooing her own daughter out of her house without even knowing it. Sadly, Faye wasn't able to learn how to become a human again until about a year later and by then, her family had stopped looking for her.
Appearance: Faye

Name: Laramie DeLumiere

Nickname: Lar

Age: 20

Birthday: April 1, 1990

Gender: Male

Blood Type: AB+

Unit: 4

Gift: Telekinesis

Personality: Mischievous and witty, but a little on the dark side, Laramie is extremely friendly. Don't be offended if he's constantly playing pranks on you, he does so the more he likes you. He'll defend his friends to the death, and if you get on his bad side there's no turning back.

Biography: Laramie was raised extremely normally, having an extensive background in the arts. He spent a lot of time concealing his ability, but used it sneakily to aid in his nature of playing tricks on anyone and everyone. One summer's day Laramie was approached at college, where he had been quickly becoming bored, and was introduced to the world of Orphic. He was invited to the mansion, accepted, and has been there roughly a few weeks, wandering around the premises and exploring.




Name: Greg John
Nickname: Greg
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O
Unit: 2
Gift: Precognition
Personality: Greg can usually keep a cool head under the most dire of circumstances, which is one of the most important skills for a Police Constable, he is able to make the correct decision within seconds even if he is put under pressure by whatever it may be that is pressuring him. Still he is a kind man with a sense for hard justice and believes strongly in the law, almost as strongly as he tries to enforce it.
Biography: Since an early age Greg was working for the London Metropolitan Police, he was the lowest rank, a special constable, which is basically a part timer; however he did still have all of his police powers, despite having the lowest rank. Eventually he gained enough experience and became a fully fledged Police Constable, overjoyed by this promotion of his he set his sights higher and began aiming for the RAF police; it was at about that time that he had stumbled upon the Esoteric Society, the leader of which could apparently have a good use for his “powers”. Naturally Greg was confused at first and did not understand what these powers he was talking about were; however after hearing this organisation out he understood some things a little bit more; apparently Greg had powers of Clairvoyance, or Precognition as they say. Greg never really gave any notice to this power and always just assumed it was intuition until he was approached and it became something special.

A little later he was invited to live in a fabulous mansion atop a hill, and after hearing out why they wanted him to go there and live there with eight other individuals and the elusive Orphic, he gladly accepted. He had liked the idea of spreading justice to the evils of the world and felt that this would also help him end up at his dream job at the RAF police one day.
Appearance: Greg is average in height but he is quite skinny because of all the morning runs he does in the morning; he has a full head of scruffy, brown hair which is the way it is because of him having to wear his helmet all the time to work. His hair comes down to his brow if it is straightened out. He has brown, round eyes to match his hair and a handsome looking jaw line. Usually, when out on duty he would wear plain black trousers with a white shirt and tie underneath his stab vest, as well as a belt which would hold all of his things, his baton and his pepper spray. He would also usually wear a helmet when out on duty.

Off duty, however he dressed much more casually, complete with black jeans that aren’t too tight and a white T-shirt, his footwear is usually not so casual, and is usually quite fancy and tasteful, which can look rather odd in contrast to his other items of clothing. As for accessories; he has none.


Name: Eleanore Marie Silverthorn
Nickname: Ella or Ella-marie
Age: Fifteen.
Gender: Female.
Blood Type: O
Unit: 3
Gift: Mediumship.
Personality: To everyone she appears to be quiet and timid to everyone who doesn't know her well. Though really once you get to know her well she can be quite a lot of fun.
Biography: Ella's life was pretty much as normal as you can get. She had a nurse for mom, and a novelist for a dad. Plus she had to brothers, younger ones. Ethan and Aiden. Well normal up until her tenth birthday. As usual, her whole family went out for a birthday dinner. Meant to be a fun, before the night could even start there was a wreck. Eleanore's entire family was killed, and she herself was dead for a total of seven minutes. Thankfully they were able to bring her back at the hospital. Ever since she has had mediumship, the ability to see and communicate with spirits. The dead, those no longer longed for the world of the living.
Appearance:


Name:Gabriel Rye Sabers
Nickname: Briel,or Gabe
Age: October 31, 1989
Gender: Male
Blood Type: 0-
Unit: 1
Gift: Invisibility- He can turn invisible for a certain amount of time before his gift runs out of power and he has to recharge. Approximately 2 hours of invisibility were as it takes a good 5-6 days to recharge.
Personality: He is a very fun-loving wild kind of guy. He enjoys the simpler things, alcohol, cigerettes, money, and women of a finer caliber. He doesn't like be threatened, and often tries to avoid physical fights.
Biography:
Gabriel comes from a hard past, as a child his mother was a whore, and a gang-banger, and his father was a very abusive drunk. He grew up always wishing he could just disappear, and then one day he found he could. But when he did his father turned onto his mother and he watched helplessly for two hours as he viciously beat his mother before him. When his invisibility wore off he father turned on him, little Gabriel ran through the house from his fathers drunken rage. He ran into the next room where he found his father's gun.

He held it both hands and shakily took his aim, when his father entered the room he pulled the trigger and ran from the house. He ran and ran until he was to tired to continue and he laid in a dark alleyway, which is where Orphic's minions took him in and gave him the offer which he accepted without a second thought.

Appearance:




Name: Khristopher Steel
Nickname: Khris
Age: Eighteen and a half
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A-
Unit: 3
Gift: Sorcery
Personality: Quiet, Shy, Thoughtful, Levelheaded, Twisted, Defensive.
Biography: Born as a b*****d, he was never really loved. He ran away from home when he was maybe, five years old... but had found out he could do wonders with magic. He fended for himself by blowing things up with wind and fire, and stealing what he needed to in order to survive. Finally he was invited here to rid the world of the terrible people. Of course he agreed, after being threatened with death otherwise.
















Name: Victoria Beck
Nickname: Tori or Vickie
Age: Twenties
Gender: Female
Blood Type: AB+
Unit: 1
Gift: Invulnerability
Personality: Victoria is a woman of many personalities. When you first meet her she comes off as cool and collected, but if the right buttons are pushed. She turns into a mess and a little spitfire that would more than be glad to rip off your head. Having her good looks, makes her somewhat spoiled and thinking that everyone has to bend to her will.
Biography: When Victoria was a little girl everyone around her would fawn over how adorable she was. They put her in a protective little bubble. Walking down stairs she would have to always hold someone's hand so in case if she fell.

It was like this until she had turned sixteen. She awoke during the night to a bright light. Her eyes widen at the realization she felt the warmth of the fire in her room, but nothing was happening to her pale form. She left charred clothing to watch the building fall down. Her parents had ended up perishing in the flames. It was there that the man Orphic had found her and brought her to the mansion. She has been there since and looks up to the man like her own father.
Appearance:Victoria's Picture

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Units and Lists

Unit 1

Gabriel Sabers

Victoria Beck

List:

1. Louis Ainsworth – London, England. Age: 50. Banker.
2. Elliot Beaufort – Toulon, France. Age: 54. Businessman.
3. Frank Channing – California, United States. Age: 44. Politician.
4. Donald Clapp – Gloucester, England. Age: 60. Businessman.
5. Ling Kuo – Beijing, China. Age: 56. Banker.
6. Ahlf Ostheim – Frankfurt, Germany. Age: 64. Politician.
7. Stanley Shellick – Florida, United States. Age: 45. Businessman.

Unit 2

Greg John

Faye Adam

List:

1. Grant Adair – Aberdeen, Scotland. Age: 46. Lawyer.
2. Harris Baker – Oxford, Engand. Age: 68. Businessman.
3. Han Dae – Nampo, North Korea. Age: 55. Businessman.
4. Theodore Felton – Maryland, United States. Age: 55. Banker.
5. Weimin Hou – Dalian, China. Age: 46. Politician.
6. Bonfolio Russo – Rome, Italy. Age: 72. Banker.
7. Mitsuru Setsu – Tokyo, Japan. Age: 59. Lawyer.

Unit 3

Khristopher Steel

Eleanore Silverthorn

List:

1. Harvey Buckminster – Birmingham, England. Age: 66. Banker.
2. Claude DeLancy – Paris, France. Age: 45. Businessman.
3. Edmondo De Luca – Rome, Italy. Age: 58. Politician.
4. Marco Gallo – Florence, Italy. Age: 61. Businessman.
5. Leonard Gifford – Arizona, United States. Age: 80. Politician.
6. Garrit Hecker – Berlin, Germany. Age: 64. Banker.
7. Norman Ralph – Illinois, United States. Age: 50. Lawyer.

Unit 4

Laramie DeLumiere

Emma DeCastro

List:
1. Charles Eaton – Cambridge, England. Age: 49. Businessman.
2. Sloan Ennis – Glasgow, Scotland. Age: 56. Businessman.
3. Adolfo Ferrari – Verona, Italy. Age: 76. Politician.
4. Niccolo Giordano – Rome, Italy. Age: 85. Banker.
5. Shichiro Kan – Tokyo, Japan. Age: 57. Businessman.
6. Henry Morgan – Nevada, United States. Age: 65. Banker.
7. Clark Reynold – California, United States. Age: 46. Banker.

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[First Sketch]

Greg~

I wonder how I should kill time in this dusty old place. Greg thought as he relentlessly looked around for something to do, feeling iffy about being here in the first place. Greg is a cop, however the tasks he will be given will be assassinations, but the only thing that he had held onto was the thought of the people getting killed were baddies, and because of this he could go to his happy place and forget about everything that he would have to do in the future to satisfy this elusive leader of this Gentleman’s club, though around the clubhouse, Greg had seen a few girls and women before, rather than seen them, he had a sneaking suspicion that there were a few girls around the clubhouse. Thus exhibiting his power of precognition, this apparently wasn’t just his keen intuition.

Greg, out of boredom, had left his chamber and headed downstairs where he would hopefully meet some of the other people he was expecting to turn up, Eight people in total are supposed to turn up, including me that is. he thought as he examined the scene around him and the living area which he was about to enter, which was indeed furnished rather nicely. This wasn’t a part of his precognition skill, it was because he was told that seven other people beside him would be living in the mansion, he didn’t really know if they had come yet or not, if there were people already there before him then odds are he had not met them, and if the latter happened then it would be obvious as to why he did not know them.

Teams of two... This could be like a shift at work, how reminiscent. He thought as he longed to get back out into the field, but he was still thankful for this wonderful opportunity he was given by the elusive leader of the Esoteric Society, to save the world from evil.

((I'm just gonna leave my post here I might have to go soon because I need sleep but I'll try to get on first thing tommorow and stuff.))

[x StrawberryToast x]

You sold your soul for an ounce of attention.
Gaining the world and demanding affection.
Will you ever be pleased with your own skin?
Will you ever refuse what they're asking?

You cant hide your insecurities with a pretty face.

What the hell. Why do I have to be here?
This (and a few other foul words) were running through Faye's mind as she wandered around the dusty house. She hadn't gotten her long ago and had decided to come in her cat form, deciding people would be able to easily accept her this way instead of her bold, brass self with the hair color of a bright tropical flower. People will probably be asking me if it's real. Psh, won't they be surprised. The smooth black cat rolled her eyes as she continued to smoothly wander the house. She walked into the living room, hoping to find an empty chair only to find a man standing in her way. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she sat on her haunches, looking up at him "Could you move? Some of us would like to take a nap." She was kind of grumpy considering that she didn't get much sleep the night before and was wanting to take a quick nap to get her energy back.

Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.
Begging face down on the floor.
Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.
You sold your soul, now they want more.

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Greg

“Pardon me.” Greg said with a sweat drop roll down his forehead as he noticed how a black cat had just spoken to him using a rather rude tone of voice. “Hey there kitty cat...” he said jokingly and moved out the way, still startled by the sight of a talking black cat. He knew that there was something up with this cat, or rather than this cat was one of the seven others; however this was not due to his precognition and more just pure common sense and mad deduction skills that he had inherited from being a police constable.

Greg approached a large ebony sofa, made for at least three people to sit on, still not quite grasping the overall size of the room, that he had entered. All he knew was that the sofa was in front of a nice coffee like table, and in front of him on the table there was the coffee mug which he had used to drink coffee from earlier that day. After grabbing the mug by the handle and drinking whatever was left in the mug, he had assumed a relaxed position with his arms spread out wide along the sofa, his head tilted back and a large grin on his face. The fact that he had met a talking cat just now did not bother him at all anymore; this was to be expected after all, considering his circumstances.

I’m as bad at being concerned as I am bad at finding a hobby of some sort. He thought jokingly as he flashed a large grin out into the room and went to his happy place as he waited for everyone else to arrive.

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◄Emma DeCastro►

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Emma DeCastro strolled out of th room she was staying in at the boss's mansion. She stumbled out of her room, pulling her pants up, yawning, and scratching her butt. She sighed as she looks around with half-closed, deep green eyes. Her mouth turned into a pinched frown.

I wonder if anyone else new has arrived yet... She thought boredly as she grabbed a broom and began sweeping. She pursed her lips. Why did he make her do the grunt work? Did she still have to do it now that other people were here? It was a rather dusty place, so Emma decided to sweep anyways. Needs more dusting than sweeping, I reckon. She thought as she threw the broom back into the lonely corner of the wall. She opened a closet door and pulled a duster that was hanging in the back out. She coughed. She turned her head away from the closet and narrowed her eyes. "It's so frickin' dusty, dammit!" She cried as she began dusting.

As she dusted, she thought of nothing but an itchy area on her back, which she continually itched. Eventually she stumbled into the living room, where she saw a man and a cat. She cocked her head for a second, and then turned her nose up. It's just a guy and his cat. He probably didn't want to leave it behind or something. She thought as she dusted around the room, continually scratching her back.

"AAAAH!!" Emma screamed in frustration as she threw her back against the fireplace and started itching her back against the rough bricks. Eventually, she just slumped down to the floor, her tongue sticking out. She looked around at the man and his cat. "An' who might you be?" She asked, demotivated. At least her back stopped itching. Damn spiders...

[x StrawberryToast x]

You sold your soul for an ounce of attention.
Gaining the world and demanding affection.
Will you ever be pleased with your own skin?
Will you ever refuse what they're asking?

You cant hide your insecurities with a pretty face.

Faye shot the man a look before walking past him and looking at the chair. Even though she did enjoy being a cat, doing so was very tiring and she had been in this form for a while now. Her head went down and slowly, the fur slowly shortened and smoothed out, turning into black clothing. Her gray eyes shifted to an ice blue and her long pink mane of hair fell around her shoulders.
After changing to her normal form, Faye dusted off her clothes and sighed The only bad thing about being so short when you're an animal; you get dirt on your clothes. Once she felt her clothes were decent enough, Faye sat down with a flop into the chair, her legs over one arm while her head was over the other one. Her hair was flowing around her shoulders and over the arm of the chair as she closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the comfort of the chair. Of course, she had to admit, it was odd that she was going to take a nap in the same room as some random man she didn't know, but oh well, she was tired; it didn't matter that much, especially not to her. However, the girl was rather annoying and keeping her from sleep "Do you mind yelling somewhere else? I'd like to keep some of my hearing thank you."
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Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.
Begging face down on the floor.
Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.
You sold your soul, now they want more.

xxxxxx

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◄Emma DeCastro►

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Upon seeing the girl turn from cat to human, Emma's mouth gaped. Whoa, so this is what the master meant by having eight special people? Eight people that could all do something abnormal? Emma felt a little offended at being considered 'abnormal' in her head, and then upon hearing the girl's voice, Emma squashed herself into the fireplace. Her eyebrow twitched. "Ay, sorry there. Didn't know I was offending anybody." She said before climbing her way out of the fireplace. She picked up the duster again and started dusting silently around the room.

After a few minutes, Emma puckered her lips.Geez, these guys are a buncha party-poopers...I wonder if they ever do anything fun. They definitely are older than me. Emma thought as dusted her way out of the room. Well if they're just gonna go rest, then I'll go dust somewhere else. She thought. Carrying the old feather duster, Emma made her way to the library and began to dust there. I wonder if I'm the youngest one...or if all the people who arrive will be like...really old and then I'll be the only young one. Or maybe they'll all be younger than me. Maybe the man who sat on the couch was Mr. Orphic? Holy Crackers, there's so many 'what ifs' in this world... She thought as she dusted off some musty looking books by herself. Since she was far away from the other two, Emma began to hum a little tune she learned from one of the pirates. "There's always a little pot o' gold at the end of each rainbow~ And always a little leprechaun that carries it with a club in tow~ Oh, you gotta fight 'em leprechauns, the little nasty things~ Or they'll snatch that gold and steals your kings~" She sang quietly, listening to it echo throughout the large library.

[OdinnGawdOfThundahh]

Gabriel Rye Sabers

Gabriel made his way down the staircase keeping a wary eye on the people downstairs. He'd rather not have human contact, not when it came to agitated or hostile people. He sighed and turned himself invisible as soon as his foot hit the floor then made his way outside, as soon he was out of plain sight he made himself visible again and lit up his cigerette on the far end of the porch. He looked over the lights of houses, and streetlamps, he also watched the headlights roll by on the quiet residential avenues. He took a long drag on his sweet fix of nicotine, the taste of it on his lips, it all soothed him in a way.

Y'know, arguing and hostility in our home enviroment will get us no where... I say we all do something productive or fun...

He could hardly careless if anyone was listening, or if he was talking to himself. If no one listened he would just get there attention sometime later. He smirked and took another long drag thinking about what kind of practical jokes could be pulled. He chuckled to himself, and then a streetwalker caught his eye. The look on his face said 'ooh' but the rest of him looked bored and bland. He wasn't about to go chase her down so he could have himself some fun. He'd much rather see how interesting the people in the house could get.

So is anyone interested in a bit of fun. Or we could all be best friends and braid eachothers hair...

The last part he said in a make shift feminen sing-song fashion as a bit of a teaser.