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Behind a legnthy front walk stands what Dian likes to call his manor. One story high, it has three floors, which include the ground floor, an attic, and the basement, which stretches underneath the entire house. Four bedrooms and three bathrooms, the estate is spacious, with an inbuilt studio, and garage. The exterior is a deep green in hue, to blend in with the surrounding foliage, but the inside is much more...Eclectic.

The kitchen and living room posess walls of a deep red, with black carpeting, though the kitchen has black marble floors with inlaid gold and micah leaf. A hallway seperates the studio from the living room, and is framed by two rooms on either side, the two on the left formerly occupied by Hikaro, Haku and Raissen in one, A'Hallei in the other. On the right closest to the studio is Dian Chegrin's master bedroom, beside it is the last bedroom, converted into a study. The only enterance to the attic is from Chegrin's bedroom, the door to which is usually locked. The walls are a vibrant cobalt blue, but he posesses a queen sized bed with orange satin sheets and a canopy. The floor is the same marble as the kitchen, though there is a small slate fountain beyond the foot of the bed.

The studio is a mess, covered with marble dust, tools, chunks of stone, clay, wax and plaster. Aprons hang on one wall, beside a large sink over which is an electric clock. A window provides the light, and a view to the large backyard that leads into the neighboring woods.

Within the living room is a large recliner, a couch and an ottoman, all in the same deep red. An end table sports a lamp and the phone, and a coffee table holds the remotes for the home entertainment system the kitchen is fully furnished and a hearth lies against one wall, but aside from that, the house is bare. No one save Dian knows the contents of the attic or the basement.

Here is a very basic floorplan


No floorplan for the basement or attic is provided as Dian will probably never let anyone see them.

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Anyone wishing to RP with Dian, Raissen, A'Hallei, Braeden or any of the other members of the household can post here. The boys might not always be in, but Dian is usually home.

Braeden lounged in the recliner, feet up, a bowl of cookies perched precariously on his stomach. He was feeling listless as usual, without even the normal motivation to find someone else to pester. The TV wasn't even on, for cripes sake! He was just staring with blank eyes at the dark screen, sinking further into the plush and sinfully comfortable chair, almost mummified by the legnths of his scarf. This feeling wasn't really boredom, either, because he didn't really feel the urge to do anything. Dian was working away, and the whine of the buffer was the only noise to be heard.

Geez, he was lonely! With Audric at the shop, his 'brothers' allready grown enough to move out, stopping in only now and again, he was the only one around. Dian was fun, for sure, but he didn't want to bother his father.

...Not yet, anyway.

Sighing, Braeden shot his gaze upward, watching the handcrafted chandalier with interest. Dian sure dipped his hands into everything, didn't he? Sculpture, writing, drawing, painting, knitting and glass smithing. If it piqued his aesthetic sense, he'd try it out. Granted, the only thing that consistantly held him was sculpting. Braeden offhand wondered what happened to all of Dian's finished works. Perhaps he sold them.

He heard something. A faint tap. Almost quiet enough to be disbelieved, but hell, it was there, wasn't it? Braeden, in an impressive display of aerobatic capacity that no one saw flipped over the back of the chair, bowl of cookies in hand and skipped to the door. He was far too short to use the peephole, so he just unclicked the latch, and flung open the door. Just as fast as the blue girl's image hit his brain, a smile hit his face.
"Hello, Riyana!" He chirped. He'd wanted to speak to no one more than his shy friend, and look who showed up! An orange hand extended the bowl,
"Cookie?"

Braeden jounced the bowl lightly, and took a cookie forth. He turned his hand gaily, watching the treat dance around his orange fingers. Balencing the bowl on his knee, Braeden reached out and cupped Riyana's extended hand with a warm one of his own and gently placed the cookie in her palm. Releasing it, he scooped up the bowl to a more safe position nestled in his left arm.

"I'm bored out of my skull, i'm so glad you decided to come by! After last time, I didn't know if you'd ever return." Braeden said with a small laugh. The girl was so flighty, she'd stayed most of the afternoon, and when she saw how late it had gotten, had flown from his house like he'd pointed a gun at her, or something. He hadn't seen his blue friend since then, and was almost worried he'd frightened her off.

Prancing back, Braeden opened the door, and with a flourish bowed to her, when he looked up, his eyes were sparkling with merriment. The molten silver of his eyes was nicely accuented by the slightly glittery eyeshadow he insisted on wearing, but it was an odd juxtopositon to the ratty scarf and hairtie he wore.
"Your presence is always a welcome sight, good lady. Do come in."

The orange boy looked from the door down to the hallway, where Dian was looking back at him, a quizzical expression of 'who's at the door?' on his face. The orange boy called to him,
"Dian, it's Riyana, can she stay here for a while?"
"Oh, sure! Don't be afraid to call me if you kids need anything!"

Braeden closed the door behind her, the sometimes infuriating smile never leaving his face. He took a cookie and neatly folded it in two, sticking it in his mouth and munching it as she figited nervously. Well, not physically, figited mentally. Braeden could see it, from the way she cast her eyes, shifted the cookie, breathed.

Braeden and Riyana were opposite colors on the color spectrum, but when they met, they met with excitement. It took a careful hand to give complementary colors harmony. It would be easy for them to clash and repel, if Braeden weren't so facinated, and Riyana less patient. Riyana made him more meek, subtle if you will. She gentled him in a pleasant way. It was just the way she moved, and the way she spoke.

The way she smiled.

"It's easy, there are directions on the packaging. And if you mess 'em up, no big loss." He said. All you needed to know was how to heat an oven and set the timer- that or be diligent- something Braeden was rarely.

"Would you like to see the study?" He offered. Standing out in the middle of the entryway was a little awkward, he wanted to move her somewhere a little less open, less vulnerable. Plus, the study was full of books, and other such distractions. Plus, it had a shelf of Braeden's own hand crafted glass figurines.

...Not that he wanted to show off, or anything.

Braeden motioned for her to follow, and led her to the study, which aside from one wall that held tall windows, was ceiling to floor in bookshelves full of books.

Braeden left the door open, and pulled up two beanbag chairs. Next to one which was a soft green, he dropped the cookie bowl. Letting them sit for a while, he walked to stand a little behind Riyana, a slight switch, as she looked over the books wide eyed. He watched as she lightly grazed some of the worn titles with her fingers, glad he'd found something she was interested in.

"My brother, by adoption, he runs his own library out of town. He keeps sending us books, and we're probably going to have to convert another room to keep them all. There are all sorts of books."

Braeden stepped around her a little to read the titles she had her fingers on. His smile was gentle and genuinely pleased as he mouthed off the titles of a couple of famous novels.
"These are fiction novels. They range from stories about life to epic adventures in far away lands. On the opposite shelf are the dictionaries, enclyclopedias and non fiction books. We also have a bunch on mythology, and plays like from Shakespeare."

Braeden ventured off to get the ladder to access the higher shelves. He'd just climb them, but Dian fell into an awful fit the last time. Scaling it quickly, Braeden quickly pulled out a thick tome and slid down to Riyana's height.
"Like this one, This one is specifically on creature myths."

Flipping open the book, Braeden began fingering through the pages, revealing both long stories and amazing prints of paintings done by famous artists. It ranged from tiny pixies to the mighty dragons, and even the elementals and gods themselves. There were also sketches of skeletons, and studies done of 'if they were real, this is how they would be'.

"Do you like to read?" He asked, holding the book still and watching her with his expressive silver eyes.

((If you wish to end this rp soon to start another, we can have Riyana borrow the book and go home, and fast forward to a later day.))

Patience wasn't really a must. Riyana wasn't the annoying anxiety type, the kind who freaked out and hyperventilated every other second. Hers was mostly internal, and just leant to a timid cautious approach to everything. Her nature actually made Braeden want to protect her.

The study indeed was a very homey room. It was warm, the colors not too intense, and had large windows for light and a pleasant view. Haku took great pride in cultivating a pleasant environment, so people would enjoy taking the time to read more.

Braeden's heart nearly leapt for joy when Riyana leaned in for a closer look. It was progress! He'd wanted the girl to warm up to him, and it seemed to be working. He wanted to be Riyana's safe point, where she could return to him whenever she had a problem. From what he could gather, she didn't have a welcome feeling where she lived, and no one should have to deal with that. Sure Dian wasn't the most personable of people, but he was kind and understanding.

He'd only be too happy to share his home, his things with her. Riyana was his friend, one of the very few he could call a friend. The others he'd never seen often enough, and the blue girl had been to his house-twice. That was enough to qualify friendship, right?

"That's good, i'm glad." he said, his brow crinkling slightly when her light, which he'd spent so long trying to get it to really radiate, suddenly diminished.

Laugh? Surely not. Braeden was afraid he'd unknowingly made a fatal blunder. Better to err on caution.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, not noticing the page he'd stopped on was of a little rain sprite, who often traveled at dusk on rainclouds the color of burned roses. It was grey, but held a swirling of purple. The sprite was said to be a merry being who brought luck and good fortune.

((S'ok))

There was little else Braeden posessed for Riyana than admiration and respect. Admiration of her personality, of her grace and vainless charm, of her sometimes charming befuddlement, and of her persistance to try. Respect for her feelings and thoughts. There were others nestled in among them, but they were subdued. Out of politeness, Braeden lowered his own naturally radiant hue, bathing the study in delicious orange light. It was reminiscent of candlelight or fire's glow.

"Well that's alright." He said reassuringly, meeting and returning her smile with one of his own.
"If you wish, I'd like to help you sometime." He added afterword, as if Riyana would need more incentive to come and visit him. Everyone had faults, and to pretend one didn't was to delve deep into the reaches of denial. It took a strong personality to admit a fault with the intent of improving, rather than meaningless whining.

Lifting the tome, Braeden reached out for Riyana's hands, and found one, cupping it as he did with the cookie. He slid the book into her hands, letting her hold the tome open.
"Why don't you take it home with you so you can practice? I got others too, if you don't want it, but I think you'll like this one. When you finish with it, bring it back." He offered, clasping his hands behind him and giving her an expression of I-won't-take-no-for-an-answer.

((I think this is the last point Hakari counted for Geisen))

((Whenever you wish to resume the rp is fine with me. I'd loathe to neglect Braeden and Riyana's relationship. *Is also waiting for Braeden to grow*))

Like a shy child, Braeden looked demure at his friend. Ever since he'd met her, he'd made steps toward being less excentric and frightening. He was certainly capable of increasing his inner light to radiate like a bonfire, increasing enough to acually spark himself on fire. But now he resembled warm embers in a dark hearth. In the moment where she actually picked up the book and held it to herself, her light actually outshone his.

But her smile was the brightest aspect of it all. The study was bathed in a greenish hue from their combined light. It suited the study just as well as his singular orange glow did. If all of the spirits got together, they'd likely be able to put on a lightshow.

Victory was his, if only for a spare moment.

Braeden watched with worry as her light as quickly as it brightened faded again. Devan was in her thoughts again, and rather than lighting up, as she should, she withdrew and became quiet. He recognized that look in her face as soon as it emerged. To prove his knowlege correct, she mentioned her pink haired guardian.

"You're welcome back whenever you wish to visit." He offered, casting a lingering glance at his shelf of glass statues before turning and leading her from the study and to the front door.

Silver gilded lashes lowered around his eye as he took another long gaze at Riyana, as if trying to burn her image into his mind. As often as Ryana made him smile, she broke his heart with just how tragic she looked. He opened the door for the second time in five minutes, but this time to let her out, where only moments ago she was walking in.

As Riyana walked down his front walk, dissappearing from his life again, Braeden waved and gave a small "Take care of yourself."