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Solo or duet mode: Duet! Aazhie / Ruhane Chiisai
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Telsin played by Aazhie
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Trystehn played by Ruhane Chiisai
Number of characters you own: 0/0
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Telsin caught his twin's eye behind the glare of lenses, raising an eyebrow at the butler's words. They'd never worked a day in their life, certainly no one had taught them anything substantial about collecting FEAR.
He could freak out and throw things around- he certainly WANTED to- but- he had look calm, even while he was panicking inwardly. It was so UNFAIR!
They'd always been close, but- there had never been a lack of anything. When they couldn't get what they wanted, they figured out a way to get it somehow. Teslin's tail twitched impatiently until the servant was gone.
"What kind of crap IS this?? Dad's never shown us any of his tricks! How could he expect to toss us out and suddenly expect us to figure it all out?!" he fumed and hissed, curling his hands into fists, hard enough to dig his claws painfully into his palms through the sleek, bloody gloves.
He studied his sibling intently, scheming. Suddenly, he realized he wasn't sure if he could trust him- could they really betray one another? Is that how this was supposed to play out?
Everything he'd believed about his world was crumbling. If their own father could do this, was brotherly affection any more lasting? Had father always been this ruthless- this hard? He'd never thought so, obviously he'd been wrong...
He had an inkling of an idea, not exactly anything fully formed- but it was risky for both of them. "Hey. Do we really HAVE to- play his game?"
Trystehn sighed, eyeing the floor as though the tiles were suddenly the most precious thing on the planet. "Unfortunately... It's still his house." He muttered, glancing over at his sibling. "So... What do you want to do? We already know we can get in and out whenever we like... All that's left... Apparently... Is to earn our spot in the will, again." He hummed, lost in thought for a long moment. "There's... We could try school. A lot of students go there to learn how to harvest fear... We could just... Try scaring the s**t out of people until we figure out what we're doing... Ooh, breaking legs sounds like fun..." His tail swished excitedly as he spoke, the end flicking in short patterns while the rest curled this way and that.
Frowning, Telsin thought that over. Breaking legs DID sound fun- Trys was always the smarter one in these things. He knew just enough about school that he was sure he could find something... a little more physical that he could excell in. Or, if all else failed, he'd intimidate a better student into 'helping' him. It wouldn't do to rely on his clever twin for the solution to thier conundrum. "School might be faster... And who says we can't just... break legs on the side?" He cracked a sharp fanged grin. "I mean, it can't be THAT hard to go to school if so many other kids are doing it- right?" he licked his lips, remembering the blood staining his gloves and licked it it thoughtfully. "We could learn from the best- We've got some silver from our allowances. Even if the old man won't pay up for tuitions- they can't keep us in class all day." Maybe this could work...
Trystehn snickered, humming. "You're right... We should go make sure that's packed, before we leave." He murred. "But... let's not do the sacrificial pets thing again... It's awfully messy." He brushed at his clothes, humming at the bloodstains. "So fun, though... And I'm sure Sally loved the meal... Before she knew what it was."
Shrugging, Teslin agreed, "Yeah, that was good for a laugh, but why keep doing the same old thing... We can do better next time, heh, heh!" He slitted his eyes and grinned evilly. He was less concerned about the mess on his clothes, though it showed more on the black than he thought it did. Flicking his ears back, his expression turned serious as he thought about packing. "Hey- if we're doing this- we'll split things up, right? Whoever wins?" He couldn't hide his worry that he was too dumb to sense a trap. Worry that he was a much worse judge of character than he thought and his twin might leave him in the cold. They'd always been best friends, but if he knew anything, it was how money and power shredded through the strongest seeming of bonds. Could he really be tough enough to live without Trys if something happened?
Trys nodded back. "We'll have to make sure we break things more next time. I love the snapping of bones in the morning." He eyed his brother for a long moment, thinking about it. Why would he be worried about that? It hadn't at all occured to Trys to betray his brother... But he was certainly thinking about it, now. Could be fun to screw him over just a little bit. Not completely, but... Well, breaking legs was fun... What would it be like to break his brother's legs? he'd never tried. Why hadn't he tried-... Oh right... Tes was his best friend. "Of course." He'd hesitated, considering the possibilities. "Yeah, we'll split everything." Trys didn't really care about the money, but... you could only break the legs on so many beasts before the ones you hadn't snapped started to stand out. Maybe he could goad Tes into a fight later, or something... he'd figure it out eventually. "Same as we always have." Another fun thought stretched his smile out more. What would it be like when Tes retaliated? Oooh, what do
broken legs actually FEEL like!?
"Deal! Everything spilt right down the middle. Like the one we did last week, remember? It was -almost- perfect that time!" Teslin was back to his old, vicious grin. "We've never managed to break every bone all at once yet too- there's so much to do... and we have more time than Dad, " he sneered a little, but couldn't quite bring himself to curse the nasty creature they called Father. After all, he had earned everything he had, a fact they would probably not stop hearing until the man was finally dead. If they were lucky, he wouldn't come back as a ghost to haunt them- THAT would just be wierd. He relaxed the slightest bit, soothed by the thought of sticking together and continuing to do the things they did best. School might change them, but it would be for the better- meaner, tougher and far more ferocious. If he'd been the introspective type, he might have wondered if their mostly human, cute appearances were responsible for their vile inclinations. Something about proving they could be just as creepy, terrifying and monstrous as a beast with spikes and tentacles and all the things that made humans shriek in fear. Telsin was not quite so focused on inner problems, however. He was much better at fixing things he saw wrong with the rest of the world, namely that it wasn't bleeding enough. "This could- this might actually be fun..." he decided, wiping his hands the way he did when he was plotting something dastardly. "Loads of it!"
Trys couldn't help letting his grin get away again. He nodded to his brother and turned towards the stairs, intent on going to fetch his silver before the maidstaff finished his packing. He stopped, though, staring at his hand, and balled and unballed it a few times, testing his own strength. "Hey... Wanna try something new before we go?" He grinned over his shoulder, balling his fist tight and feeling his muscles coil as his tail wound around front of him. his ears twisted sideways in that devilish way that indicated some demonic thought wandering his little head, and his eyes could almost scare a cheschire cat.
"Sure... " He cocked an ear at Trys, half caught up in his own thoughts of the mayham and destruction ahead of them. It looked glorious in his mind and motivated him to want to pack. he had to make sure he had all the best things if they were going away. His twin's motions caught his attention and he put a hand on his hip, "What is it?"
Trys sneered at his brother. "Let's play BreakaBone," an old favorite. "Just the two of us!" He twirled and used the motion to bring his fist flying at his brother's face. "First to break, loses!" Apparently the rules weren't changing, just the players, since it was usually a two v two match with the brothers against their captives.

Minipets username: Aazhie / Ruchii
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Solo or duet mode: Duet!
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Bhey by endejester
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Keyou by nesshime
Number of characters you own: 2 + 2 = 4 total

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Immediately upon the damned simpering, above-himself raven butler snapping his heels like the stringy meat-monger he was Keyou narrowed his red eyes behind his glasses. "Can he do that?" Obviously he didn't mean the butler because, despite the white kitsune's general opinion of the man, it was clear he could read. He meant, of course, the changing of the will. Over the years he and his twin had gotten comfortable with the fact that they owned half of everything. It was rather like a comfortable pair of shoes, that will. Everything had been broken in, broken down, and each of them knew exactly what they owned.

Were they going to now break that down? Or perhaps have nothing at all?

"This is highly irregular. Clearly the old man's mind has gone." Keyou liked to state what he felt was often 'the obvious'. They had been disinherited (somewhat), called lazy (absolutely not!), and he'd insulted their suits. What was wrong with a good, sharp-pressed suit? Clearly dying men didn't have time to keep up with fashion these days but Keyou was a fairly young kitsune. He had all the time in the world.

Bhey crinkled his nose, the younger sibling of the two he was every bit as irritated by the turn of events as his sibling. “…He’s trying to drive a wedge between us the way that HIS family did between he and his siblings.” He concluded.

“The difference is, that we’re smarter than that…regardless of who wins we’ll be there for each other. Yin and Yang were NOT meant to be divided from one and other.” He clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We’ll just have to beat the old fool at his own game.”

Stalking through hall 245 towards their rooms (523 and 525 respectfully) Keyou all but snarled at any of the estate's staff that got in their way. Each of the two boys had a fairly sizable staff of 22 maids and 22 butlers which was of course divided down the middle of the original 44 that they had been given. "Of course we're smarter than that but I'm worried the old fool has us chasing something that doesn't exist. True FEAR." He sneered. "What is that? It sounds like something you'd find a pixie sitting under a mushroom ranting about." Keyou's opinion of any species but their own was, to say the very least, not spectacular. Most monsters were respectable but anything that didn't claw or bite? Not worth his time.

Stalking through the doors of his room which was identical in almost all ways to Bhey's except he preferred a bit more white than black he paced restlessly, tail lashing. "I'm not concerned much about the inheritance except for the fact that one of us has to manifest a FEAR. A phenomenal fear which is a word game if ever I heard one." More grumbling. Pausing, he stared his brother down. "Any ideas? You're always the best at ideas."

“…Amityville.” Bhey’s tail twitched back and forth in a single decisive sweep. “Where else? The diversity of students alone would make for an ideal setting to –search- for the MOST Phenomenal fear we can find. Plus since we are currently ‘kicked out’ as he so –eloquently- put it. We’d have room and board. If ‘True Fear’ exists, that is where we will find it. If nothing else their library is purportedly more extensive than even Great Grandmothers, and I’m sure it smells a great deal less like Koi fish and Tobacco.”

Looking around his room Keyou thought again that it was unfair. He didn't want to leave his half-things. Bhey had a point about Amityville but they were almost disgustingly non-selective in the students they'd take. So many were there because...well. The same reasons they would be there which was horribly depressing. It took most of the energy out of his sails and he was forced to sit, once again putting bloodstains on white furniture that would take some of his 22 maids a considerable amount of effort to remove.

"You're right, Bhey, you're usually right." Bhey was the one of them that usually made sense, that made Keyou see reason, whereas Keyou was all of the action. The now, the energy. "It's just that Amityville will be so...small. But I suppose it will just be temporary until one of us can manifest whatever the hell it is the old man is on about. If nothing else maybe'll it get him off our backs." That was the best possible scenario.

"Do we even have to do anything? Admissions? Something?" Keyou was clueless.

“Ugh, probably admissions, but really…. who’d turn US away? They accept –so many other people that they surely must accept US, I mean, regardless of our current familial status we are of a fine and noble lineage.”

He tipped his head slightly watching the bloodstains sink into the formerly pristine furniture. Sometimes he felt worse for his brother’s 22 servants than he felt for his own. He might not be the best at remembering the –names- of his own 22 servants, often referring to them as ‘you’ or ‘you, with the face’ to be more specific. Strangely this tactic worked more often than not, even with people who weren’t familiar with the particular quirk in his attention span. His furniture might accept bloodstains but they didn’t –show- quite so much, and he was overall contented so long as the stains weren’t crunchy.

“Suffice to say, we will absolutely be accepted… we are, perfect.” Bhey was certain.

Muttering beneath his breath Keyou whipped off his glasses and turned towards one of his 22 butlers and 22 maids, all of whom were occupied in some task or another. "Tandem!" A petite specter turned around and hurried over as he whipped off his glasses, handing them to her. "Bloodstains." He specified more to his brother than anything else, slumped into the chair. "Of course we're perfect! We're the best thing this family's turned out in generations. If the old man had his way we'd be trussed up like peasants from a thousand years ago. Doesn't he see that we're progressive? Forward-thinking? Vicious? Tch." Glasses were settled back on his face by Tandem and he gave a sharp smile.

"I'll instruct the packing. You'll handle the admissions of course?" Bhey was the more personable and reasonable of the two of them. It would be better for him to deal with whatever process was required. Keyou would make sure they had everything needed to make an arrival that the school would sit up and take note of.

The Incubator Twins were coming.

“Of course” Agreed Bhey with a toothy grin.

“I’ll paint us both in the best light possible, you take care of preparations for our arrival, perhaps we can even convince a few students to sign contracts as our temporary staff too.” He mused, tapping his chin lightly with one finger.

“I’m almost looking forward to this.” They both were, now.

Minipets username: Nessy (ende did not want to enter)
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Solo or duet mode: Duet
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Junpei Be (played by kuroopu)
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Kiyoshi Be (played by sammpai)
Number of characters you own: 9 (kuroopu) / 4 (sammpai)
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It was a long tradition in the Be household, that once of a certain age, getting kicked out was inevitable, it was a right of passage, the chance to step out into the world and make a name for their clan. It was, as it were, also something that Kiyoshi and Junpei had managed to avoid, being the youngest of ten siblings and sons a fabulously wealthy father. They were afforded certain luxuries that their brothers had not been, most notably their extended childhood, cushioned with butlers and maids at their bidding, they rarely had to lift a finger if they didn’t want to, and their agendas thus far had been entirely their own.

Kiyoshi had always been the quiet one, not in that he didn't say a lot but rather because he chose to say only what was necessary, nothing more, and nothing less. If it was even possible that he did possessed any emotions, which was doubtful, they were seldom seen and certainly never in the company of their father, who though in his old age had mellowed, still commanded a certain amount of respect. Standing next to his brother, Kiyoshi did not argue or plea to stay, but accepted their fate with a solemn silence, his only answer a slight movement of his hand to readjust his glasses.

Junpei, on the other hand, was bored.

"Kiyo," he said in a stage whisper that was definitely not a whisper. He was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, his expression stretched somewhere between a smirk and a disdainful curl of his lips. "Kiiiiyyyyooooo, I don't want to be here, can we leave yet? Hey hey hey hey Kiiiyyyoooooooo~"

This went on for several more minutes until they were finally (and thankfully) dismissed; though once they were apprehended by the ever faithful butler, it was clear that Junpei actually had been listening, even if the entire time their father had been talking he'd been staring out one of the large, latticed windows.

"The hell does was that old man thinking, anyway?" he muttered, idly tugging at his collar to fluff it up a little more impressively. "And what's with Bartholomew and all that crap about real Fear, or whatever it was the featherbrain was spouting off?"

Kiyoshi endured Junpei with the same sort of silence he afforded their father, not acknowledging his incessant whining until Bartholomew had left them. He joined his brother next to the window, his expression somewhat relaxed, almost amused as he looked out across the grounds.

“It’s likely he has considered the failures of our brothers, Junpei. Haven’t you? They haven’t been home in so long, and they had such promise… And now he’s dying too, old man that he is. It’s quite a predicament.”

While he hadn’t expected his father to crumble so quickly, Kiyoshi had considered the possibility of this happening, had accepted that someday it would. It was fine really, between the two of them they’d exhausted the resources here, there was nothing left for them to do but simply be kids and as wonderful and carefree as that seemed, it didn’t satisfy that itch, the instinctive need to control others, to master them. He turned to Junpei, smiling sweetly, his tone light.

“I’m tired of playing with just you, we should go.”

"You talk like an old man," was Junpei's response, the roll of his eyes accompanied by a hefty sigh. "And besides, that guy is so melodramatic." Like he was one to talk. "I bet all he's doing after he gives us the boot is going to live a happy life - and death - on a deserted island away from all of us, and there will be beaches and sand and hot chicks serving him juice in a coconut."

The last part came out a slight grumble, Junpei turning towards his brother. "All of our elder siblings were so weak anyway," he mumbled, shifting from one foot to the other. "Jeez. We're better than them."

Kiyoshi was giving him the same look he always did - the one where he felt simultaneously exasperated and a little annoyed. Junpei latched onto his arm, wrapping his fingers around his brother's thin wrist.

"But Kiyoooooo," he half whined, ears flattening back against his hair. "I don't wanna go. What if they ask us to, you know, do stuff?"

He looked indignant, at least as much as he could, the smile on his face turning downward at Junpei’s answer.

“I do not. I speak intelligently. There’s a difference.”

But then the annoyed look was gone, and he was watching his brother again with a vague curiosity as he carried on. “Is that what you want? Hot chicks and a beach?” he asked, studying the slender fingers that curled around his wrist. “I could make it happen, you know, if that’s what you really wanted.”

He was smiling again. Sliding from his brother’s grasp, he leaned against the windowsill, staring outside again. It’s not like he was particularly looking forward to having to give up all of this for what was sure by comparison would be some ramshackle room in an awful dorm, filled to the brim with creeple unlike them. They could run away, he supposed, as Junpei whined in his ear, but running away entirely eliminated any chance they had at an inheritance.

“It’s possible it won’t be so bad,” Kiyo reasoned, flicking his ear in Junpei’s direction. “We could convince someone to be our new butler. Bartholomew always got us good marks, I am sure we could find someone suitable.”

There was another roll of his eyes.

"Yada yada yada yada yada," said Junpei, now rocking back and forth on his heels to his toes. His tail flicked behind him, clearly unable to stay still for more than a few seconds at a time. "No no no, ghouls are too needy, beaches are too hot, that old man is just being ridiculous, nope nope nope."

Kiyoshi had extracted himself out of Junpei's grip, which just made him stick his tongue out childishly at his brother's back, but he let him go and moved to the window, pressing his face against the glass, his hands on the panes. "I don't want to do stuff," he said stubbornly. "Why can't we just bring Bartholomew with us? How are we supposed to get by? What if we have to do - " He gave a shudder that went from the tips of his ears down through his tail. " -laundry?"

It was clear that he was quite horrified by this notion. Junpei's lower lip stuck out in a pout.

"That old man is crazy," he said sullenly, and flicked his eyes towards his brother.

"Say, what do you want out of this? You aren't gonna try and steal all the inheritance for yourself, are you? 'Cause that would be meannnnnn~"

Junpei knew better than to indulge Kiyoshi’s whims, because though not well versed in their craft, they’d managed enough blunders together to know that neither was to be trusted when it came to granting wants and wishes.

“That’s too bad,” Kiyoshi mused quietly over his brother’s rampant babbling, “I was almost certain I could have gotten it right this time.”

Junpei continued his tirade as though Kiyoshi hadn’t said a word, and he watched as his twin pressed his face against the glass, as if by smudging it was his last act of defiance against it all. Kiyoshi hadn’t really considering actually doing things, and certainly not laundry, and the word made him pause, turning it over in his head. He supposed he could just try to be tidier but he had his doubts at the idea that Junpei could ever manage to stay clean as he watched him dirty the window. The butler problem would solve all of that if they could find someone.

It wasn’t something he could really address until the situation was met.

“Of course not,” he answered, meeting Junpei’s narrowed glance. “There’s enough for the both of us, we can share.”

He smiled again, and reached over to pat his brother’s head. He didn’t tell him, of course, that sharing didn’t necessarily include equal parts.

Minipets username: kuromizuki / samuality
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Solo or duet mode: solo
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Character one is the BLACK kitsune
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Anatoli Redspine
Number of characters you own: 3
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Vibrant, radiating, yet cold ruby eyes held a distant stare as the old man rattled off his final words. So repetitive... so pathetic. That last attempt to cling to control and pride that was swiftly withering away. A false smile was stretched along the youthful kitsunes lips, a usual accessory for him, vacant eyes looking off to the side of the grandiose bed his decrepit father lay in. He was not phased. He was not deterred or even feeling any means of morose as the older gent coughed out his rasping words. Such a terrible voice that old geezer had... like a drone of monotony that was easy enough to drown out by sheer will. A sheen was held on the smooth spectacles that Anatoli wore, perched upon his bridge, veiling his dead orbs from his father... having to work rather hard to keep from smiling more than he already was.

The lacking sympathy that was evident in the dapper young kitsune was made even more apparent when his eyes rolled mildly at the request of the old geezer. Of course there would be strings attached when it came to the property that was their home, and who it would be placed under name wise. Such like his father to do something like this... Fingers smoothed along one another, a forefinger against a thumb, the sleek surface of his silk gloves assisting in the pushing of the blood staining them. Such beautiful, rich liquid, holding a viscus to it, was always a perfect addition to a textile so divine and pure. How dare that ancient fool criticize the artistic symbiosis the two held when introduced... Anatoli was a hygienic boil, who took pride in his appearance, and keeping a tidy environment. His sleek, fluffy tail was always primped and preened to perfection, holding a shine that could even been seen in darkness. The same went for his lovely tendrils, which were paid just as much attention and affection with a thorough brushing daily. Such a luxurious coat as his should always be kept pristine, after all. But blood... such glorious, magnificent blood, was never something he'd considered to be 'dirty'. Beauty incomparable, such as the one the precious liquid held, should never be veiled or masked once exposed. Such a shy thing, it was, to be nurtured and praised when its presence was made. But... perhaps he'd let it pass, just this once, and allow the ignorant, old minded kinsman to have the last word.... for now.

...However the mention of his beloved mother was enough to make Ana want to peel back his lips, to bare his canines, and give a growl of warning. A narrowing of his eyes was sufficient enough, keeping his emotions under wraps as per usual. How dare he mention his mother like that...

Really, it was so childish of his father to propose such an idiotic challenge for Anatoli and his brother dearest. A glance was spared towards the twin whom he'd shared his entire life with since their conception. As with most siblings, a sense of competition had always been healthily in tact between the two of them, but never over the top... at least to them. While they would perhaps push one another more than the average Halloweener might, their bond of brotherhood was strongly knit. In truth, there wasn't much that his brother could do that would effect Anatoli's views on the more boisterous kitsune. In many ways the pair were so very opposite, one wouldn't think them to be related... if one were of a simple minded mentality. Upon closer inspection it could be very clearly seen that the two were so very similar in character.

While his brother was more expressive and exercised eternally, Anatoli preferred to keep withholding and unyielding. Like a spider biding its time until its victim was most vulnerable, and struggled as he laced them with the venom that was his rich vocabulary, and sharp tongue. A poisoned mind was a useless, and helpless mind, that could become clay to mold or destroy at ones whim. This was a hobby Ana took great enjoyment out of; toying with the weak minded to torture them from the inside out. His brother going about it in the opposite approach, both seemed to gain the same sort of results, and their like minds would surely reach a matched conclusion in the task laid before them.

Once the eye connection between brethren was broken, Ana wasted no time in heading to his room to gather what belongings were most precious and necessary to be kept with him. While he was a boil who enjoyed the finer materialistic things in life, he was also rational in deciding what would be appropriate for one who was off to do some 'soul searching', so to speak. Packing light seemed to be more viable, and obtaining what ever was needed later on when the time came. Smile contorting to take the form of a smirk now, Ana chortled faintly under his breath. Surely his brother would be scrambling right now, tearing around his room and making quite the mess to gather as much as possible. But Ana was far more sophisticated and composed for such childish, arbitrary methods. Everything was folded and packed neatly into a single suitcase, fitting perfectly, and lined up to a T. Perhaps a little vacation wouldn't be so bad. Besides, he really wasn't in the mood to deal with the ramblings of a dying man, or the expected sorrow he was supposed to wear. Of course he wouldn't put on such a facade, and would have to then deal with the rantings and lecturing of those who were his seniors, about respecting your parents, and the dying, and blah blah blah. Faintly exhaling a silent snort of amusement from his nostrils, Ana glanced over as the butler entered his room to do what had already been done. Relaxing his expression a touch, lids heavily resting atop his eyes, the young master gracefully strode and took his leave from the room to head for the front door to await his bag, and plan where he would go from here.


While his brother was more gung-ho and charged into battle blindly, Ana was analytical, and chose to access the situation thoroughly before carrying out a line of attack. In fact, it was something Ana quite liked to do. Preparing various plans of varying intricacy and design, and creating theories of the outcomes with logical thinking held a satisfaction that could not be matched by most things in this world. Pairing that with the sensation of your prediction being spot on, and Ana was quite the content kitsune. He heard the placement of his bag beside him from the loyal butler, and the final piece to the instructions that were part of the task laid before him. The peace and tranquility of being the only one standing on the stairs of the mansions front doors gave way to easier thinking, and brainstorming. A hand lifted to adjust the glasses atop his nose, eyes closed completely as he thought out plausible solutions, racing madly with ideas that lined up in a list form before him. To gather Fear, one must first be well equipped for the task. While he had plenty of confidence in his ability's, he wasn't arrogant enough to be blinded by the idea of improving and gaining more power.

And there it was.

The solution, the red card lifted from a field of white, name glowing brightly.

The answer was so simple. He'd flirted a few times with the idea of going to Amityville Academy, but had deemed it below him to invest in such a place. However, with this new turn of events, perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.... A smile peeled back into place on his porcelain face, and his knee's bent slightly so as to pick up his luggage, his tail giving a light sway and twitch at the tip with contained delight. With a small peek over his shoulder to the home he was reared in, he gave it a tip of his head in departure. Soon it would be his.

"Game over, brother dear~" he chimed to himself blissfully, before letting his legs guide him with ease off to his destination.

Minipets username: musicaloner7

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Solo or duet mode: Duet
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Jude the BLACK kitsune is being played by phantompanther13
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Lee the WHITE kitsune is played by me, liela-dragon-rayne1
Number of characters you own: Liela- 0, panther- 3 students(?)
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Blah blah blah Disappointment, blah blah blah, blood blah blah blah banished. Sheese the old geezer sure had a flare for the dramatics, right down to the fake coughing and withering stare of disappointment. And they wondered where Jude got it from, his old man right there was the answer!

They would be welcomed back in two weeks tops, these punishment things never lasted long, but man was pops going way out of his way to be intimidating this time. Jude merely let out a small yawn until Gustov the undead butler suddenly and with undead strength hauled him away. “Oh come on, this is just a really big bluff. Yo Glasses, what do you say we take a little vacation? You know a little walk on the beach of undead piranha, an escape to the lake of despairing wisps? I’ve been itching to get out of the house for ages.” he smacked his bother on the shoulder with his clean hand and then wrinkled his noes to the salty smell of blood wafting off him. Ewe, maybe they had overdone it just a little this time.

Jude wasn’t even sure what set off the old man this time, was it the ghoul they convinced to jump off a cliff yesterday? The flock of bats he released from aviary last week? He doubted the little dissection they were just preforming on one of the undead servants was really the answer. They could be sewn back together. The undead replaced body parts all the time!
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Lee stood there, arms crossed and nodded. As if he was really showing any interest or agreeing. "Hmm..." he pondered to the suggestion of learning what real fear was. He was about to enter his chamber after hearing that spat of their old man. When he felt the picking up and hurling out of the door from their father's undead butler. Landing on what seems to be a pile of his belongings "Hmm... Im amazed Gustov is able to pick and toss us like so".

He sat up on his bags and waited for his brother to be hurled out. Not long after him "I sure hope we get to keep him, that strength can come in handy". He promptly looked over to his brother, listening to his ideas "A vacation huh?" He scruffled his nose to the idea. Then Lee remembered, catching his glasses as they almost fall off from the hard slap on the shoulder. "Although, that does sound intriguing and would jump at the chance. But, i have another idea brother" Placing his glasses back on straight.

"Ah what!?" The smell of blood caught him as well and soon remembered his suit still had the last of their play. Sighs "Couldnt i at least taken a shower or change my suit before you kicked us out, you old fart!" Getting distracted. He tries to dust it off but to no avail "Damn! This is going to be costly to cover" He looks up over to his brother and coughs to clear his throat. "As i was saying..." He tugged his suit. "How about visiting this here school" Hands over a pamphlet he was looking over. "We could or find more playmates to continue our fun on?" He smirked

Minipets username: liela and phantompanther13
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Solo or duet mode: Duet Mode
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Ethan, the black kitsune, played by Hitsuzen
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Gabriel, the white kitsune, played by poke mattix
Number of characters you own: Hitsu owns 3 (students) & Poke owns 4 (3 students, 1 hunter)
PROMPT HERE: Gabriel sighed as dramatically as his father's ramblings. It was pointless to use reason with him when he was like this, but it was hard to resist the urge to do so. Especially when one was being thrown such baseless accusations. He placed a guilty look on his face, ears downcast and tail drooping to show he at least pretended to feel bad, up until the comments about their mother. It was always irksome how he brought her up in these instances, as if to make them feel even worse for their supposed inability to uphold the family name.

"Father, we apologize for the bloodstains on the brand new suits." He replied softly, glancing Ethan with a look that told him to keep quiet. "But it was a unfortunate outcome to one of our deals with a client. He was...uncooperative" A common occurrence in their line of work.

His twin stood to the left and a couple of paces behind, the other boil's dark tail tip twitching to and fro with obvious irritation. Ethan had opened his mouth, the disgruntled furrow of his brow and downward curve of his lips the precursor to a rude or spiteful remark. Fortunately, he caught the look his brother gave him and obediently sealed his lips with a frown.

The look that Ethan shot back was venomous. Now the black kitsune was sour toward the both of them.

Ethan occupied his attention by peering down at his own suit, absently rubbing at a spot of crimson. It only managed to stain deeper, smudging under his finger. Whatever. It wasn't like they couldn't buy new suits.

He ignored the scathing look from his brother and hoped that he would be able to keep his tongue long enough for their father to finish explaining to them the finer points of what he had worked for his entire life, and how they were not worthy enough to inherit.

Their father was the proud owner of Wishmakers Inc., a company that specialized in designing and making top class jewelery for only the most sophisticated of creeple. A cute cover story that most people believed, but underneath all the finery and glamor was a darker secret. For the right price, a person could purchase gemstones with powerful magic embedded in them. It was even said that with these gemstones one could have any wish granted, But with most things in life these wishes would come at a heavy price, as their earlier customer had experienced.

While Gabriel was dutifully listening to their father rant and rave, Ethan was getting restless and shifting his weight from foot to foot. Get this over with. He thought, sneering at their old man and not giving a cockatrice's tail feathers if he noticed.

When it was clear he would not reason with them, Gabriel bowed as a act of formality and hastily retreated to outside the bedroom quarters, where he stared at the door with a slight frown.

His brother was right on his heels, inwardly asking himself why he hadn't walked out on his own sooner.

"I believe that was the...fifth time our father has pretended he's on his deathbed" he said to Ethan. "Perhaps he thinks if he does it enough times we'll believe him." Except this time, as the two were suddenly seized by their gloomy butler, they would have to take heed of their fathers words.

"Right? Jacking pathetic, isn't he? Acts like we're good for nothings... Gets a little stomach upset and it's the end of the bloody world." Ethan grumbled, ears drawn back and gaze cast angrily toward the closed door of their father's bedchambers.

"I wish the old coot would kick it," he added. "I'd certainly be throwing a party."

Ethan almost felt bad for saying such a thing when he realized that one of the butlers was standing behind him. Almost.

"Wait. Wait. Wait." Ethan interjected, eyes growing wide. "I thought he wanted us to get out of his chambers, not the mansion." Selective hearing at its finest. It was a wonder he heard that much of anything his father had said to them. "He can't kick us out, where in the hell does he expect us to go?!"

Gabriel pushed the sliding glasses back towards his eyes, watching the demon with a deadpan gaze as their new conditions were explained. So this was how it would be. They would be pitted against each other in hopes they would smarten up their acts, whist 'discovering true fear'. It was a wonder why their father was resorting to such measures, for he had no intention of fighting with his brother for control of the estate. Ethan and him had been together from the start, supporting each other through thick and thin. Even if he could be unreasonable, selfish and hurtful, deep down inside Gabriel knew Ethan cared and was just acting out of childish ignorance; he could come through for them if push came to shove. So if Ethan desired their fathers will, then he would help to achieve that goal.

Looking between the raven and his brother, Ethan looked increasingly panicked and pissed as their servant - no, their father's servant - casually explained that they were thoroughly boned in the worst way possible. Why didn't his brother ******** say something?!

"Yes sir." He watched the butler walk away before turning to his brother once more. "Well then, things have taken a turn. But, since we have little choice in the matter..." He paused, then waved for a nearby maid to come close. "Madam, I have heard a little birdie talking about a very prestigious school. Would you be so kind as to retrieve some application forms for us to fill out? I believe the name of the school is Amityville High." Yes, that would hopefully shut the old man up.

Ethan shouldn't have been shocked. Really. His brother had always been the calm and collected one. "You're just gonna take this like water off a kappa's back? Seriously? We're practically being disowned and you're not pissed?"

The black furred kitsune paused for a long moment, and then turned and bellowed down the hall for one of the maids. "BRENDA, PACK UP MY ROOM." That was vague. So vague. There was an incoherent, feminine shout somewhere far down the long hallway, and Ethan took off in that direction, muttering curses between his growling.

"I can assure you this latest string of events does not please me in the slightest." He replied, sensing a argument coming on. "But I believe it would be best if - hey, Ethan!" He called out to his retreating brother, but his voice was drowned out by his shouting. Watching his retreating brother, the kitsune sighed and moved to follow Ethan towards his own room. He would need to make sure they packed everything correctly.
Minipets username: Hitsuzen & poke mattix
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Solo or duet mode: Duet (I MIGHT HAVE TO EDIT B/C SHE HAD TO LEAVE EARLY DUE TO FAMILY ISSUE D smile
Name of character #1 and who rps it: Noir-Vamps
Name of character #2 and who rps it: Weiss-quite eventful
Number of characters you own: 4/1
PROMPT HERE:

Noir had been ready to dart off and go finish mixing the batter when the stupid feather butt of no cares McCaw(k ) had caught him. A simple surprise, that was all it had been. It wasn't like anyone didn't know about him and Weiss cooking nearly every day in kitchen numbers 267 to 282 this week. It was numerical and rotational and Noir even made sure that the maids and cooks knew their schedule for cooking so they could have their kitchens all to themselves! But Nooooo. Father just had to call them both out in yet another one of dramatically set up rants about reasonability and family stuff and blah blah blah.
If was only when feather butt opened his beak and explained it all that Noir began to realize that no, dad wasn't just wanting to get his acting jollies out while mom was shopping, that was a real contract. Will. Legal document with a seal and why did their dad have to go and just drop this bomb why hadn't mom said anything oh right because mom would just tell them then physically throw them out. Dad was the nice one who was giving them some time to wrap up whatever it was they needed to do.

All they wanted to do was make their dad some dang red velvet cupcakes and it wasn't Noir's fault no one told him that the red would get all over when he put the hand mixer in on high he was just trying to get things done faster. Now Dad dropped a bomb and casting a single look to Weiss there were no words that needed to be shared. They had their things. Cawcawker said he'd see to packing but really they'd forget everything important. Like the spice rack. Noir's book of secret cookbook of magazine clippings, his collection of tiny action figures from those cheap little arcade games at the pizza party palace, his favorite necklaces, his oversized teacup that could hold half a gallon of tea for long nights spent watching movies. All the important things.
Which also included that dumb photo he had of him and Weiss -when they had gotten caught trying to break into the candy shop down the road past their bed time when they were just two tiny puffballs- stashed behind his dresser. It was small and dumb but it was his and he knew that crowsfeet would forget it.

As Noir began to scamper away from old blatherbeak, he realized two things. One was that if it was true...his father, their father, had just made him and Weiss enemies. His twin was his other half. The look they shared was all they needed to communicate that they'd each be gathering what mattered most to them. That the task didn't matter, they always could complete puzzles and riddles later but they needed to do what was needed and get what mattered to them. Yet at the same time they were now going to be pit against each other.
Pulling his mask over his face, Noir mulled over that fact as he began to make his own personal bag of belongings. They were a team, working in perfect harmony to acomplish their goals. Weiss was horrible at money, so that was Noir's job. Noir was bad at appearing serious even when he was, so talking was left to the clever Weiss. Covering his brother's perverted attempts at flirting with the nice lady at the candy shop down the road? That was his job. Just as it was Weiss's job to make sure that he'd not gone and adding too much sugar or flour into their cake mix when they baked. Without each other they were hopeless. They knew it yet neither minded. They'd always just worked it out. Shared. One or nothing just. "Stupid."
Their dad had always been..out there but this was just cruel.

Grabbing his bag and shifting his mask back over his head, Noir went to the kitchen, slightly surprised to find Weiss arriving at the same time.

No words, they just looked at each other's personal bags before trading off. A quick peek was all it took before the bubbles of laughter rose up. The same things. They'd grabbed nearly identical favorites. They just had known.

Weiss had been seconds away from leaving to clean the batter off his suit, mouth curled into a distasteful frown as he vigorously wiped his glasses from the splashes of red on his suit, eyes narrowed. Noir. When it came to clothes and hair, Noir didn't understand that he needed to keep them clean and polished, always stylish or pulled into the loose ponytails he had been styling his hair in since they had first started transforming from their natural form to... This form.

Sliding his glasses onto his face, Weiss clenched his jaw and turned away from the chaos that was splayed over the counter, sliding his hand to his hip as he stared at his suit once more. Damnit, it had been his favorite suit— they were going to wear it and present the cupcakes to their father as something like a "peace offering." He was always ranting about things that really seemed idiotic to him— how they shouldn't chat up candy shop employees or scrunch their noses at guests that really need to take a bath every once in a while— things that could easily be avoided should they stop caring so much. So when Noir had thought up of a way to maybe soften the old mans heart with some nice ol' red velvet cupcakes made directly from their amazing oven, Weiss jumped at the chance.

Only now...

Weiss yawned yet again at the words his father said, carefully slipping away and following his brother down to the kitchen. Alright, they were being kicked out, whoop-di-doop. Whatever. He swished his tail back and forth, running his clean hand through his bangs and sniffing the air a little, smelling the familiar scent of STUPID BIRD. Oh, McCaw, couldn't he just let them enjoy their last days of silence— his brother and him? Lips pursed, hands nervously patting on his brothers shoulder, they were stopped when he appeared out of thin air. For the first time, they stopped... And listened. It couldn't have been anything important, but something like electricity slid through his veins as he heard the butler's miniature speech: "Your father has modified his will."

His next words were like ice in his veins.

Weiss kept his expression neutral, and glanced at his brother. He was surprised to see him looking too, and the look they shared... Words could not describe that specific expression. Weiss knew the serious look on his brothers face was not his normal playing around. His father seemed dead set in keeping them apart, and after that... After what he said... His heart dropped. He tightened his jaw... This was low. Even for him. As soon as Noir turned and left, Weiss did the same, but in the opposite direction. The cold expression of betrayal that slid over his face was rough and tight lipped— very different than the normal, deceiving smile he always held upon his face.

Weiss pursed his lips as he reached his room, half a mess from the times Noir bunked with him when neither could sleep at night, left untouched for the memories they had-- staying up late playing poker(Weiss always won), board games(CLUE was the only one Noir was good at) (Okay maybe parcheesi too but NOTHING ELSE), watching movies, listening to music... Now all that would be lost. He sighed wistfully and slung the bag over his shoulder before dimly remembering they had left everything in the same place when they left the kitchen to see their father.

Weiss thought Noir wouldn't be there. Then again, he thought a lot of things that were turned null today. As soon as he had arrived, Weiss saw Noir enter from the opposite side. They shared a look of silence and both looked at each others bags... Weiss let out a small giggle. Noir's 'pffttt' eventually turned into a loud and obnoxious laugh, which brought uncontrollable laughter to bubble out of Weiss's mouth. Same bags... and Weiss could bet on his finest cupcakes that they both were taking nearly identical things. "We're really hopeless, huh?" Weiss heard, and soon rubbed his nose, sighing in defeat."Yep." He said, short and sweet, trying to build his composure back up until Noir said his next words.

"Still haven't made the cupcakes." Noir started moving setting out the tins and getting the cupcake wrappers set into each oiled pan.

Weiss's expression became a smile and soon enough he found himself helping Noir pull out the tins as well as sliding the cupcake wrappers in each hole. He looked toward his brother, still idling around the empty tins before asking a question-- Straight to the point, blunt, like usual. "So... how we going to do this then?" He asked, referring to their... predicament. Noir thought for a second, then responded. "True FEAR right? Isn't there like, schools where teach do this sort of thing?" Weiss let out a small pffft. "If you want to go... YOU can. I'm sure I already know the junk they'd teach." He said haughtily, flipping his hair. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Noir roll his eyes. They'd gotten the same schooling since they were kits..even if Noir had slept though most of it. "Well if I go, who's going to make sure YOU don't end up getting lost walking down the street to get those candies you like?" Weiss winced.

"I'M NOT THAT DIRECTIONALLY CHALLENGED, OKAY." Weiss said fiercely, clenching his jaw. "That was ONE TIME, SHUT UP!" The pale brother glared and pouted. "...and I really like those candies, okay. Shut up..." Looking over to Noir's wide grin, Weiss met it with a small frown. He let out a sigh and spoke more, leaving Weiss to listen and give him a small grin at the end-- "If I go then who's going to schmooze up the lady at the candy store for 20% off? That's a regular 350 silver seed discount a month I manage for us." Weiss let a devilish smile grace his face. "I could totally get her though." He said with a grin, adjusting his tie. "Did you see her rack...? I mean, DAMN, LOOK AT THOSE MAGNIFICENT MAMMARIES." He let out a small chuckle, fingers squeezing the air like he was holding the them in his hands. Noir nearly dropped the bowl of batter as his brother's outburst of crude commentary came forth. The tips of his tails pinked and his face went red.

Seeing his older brother fumble around and nearly let the batter fall to the floor made him heave a loud laugh. "NO SHE IS A NICE LADY. SHUT UP." Noir trying to stop his sibling from flustering him further with talk of lady parts. Weiss wiggled his eyebrows wildly at him, wide grin on his face as Noir's expression slid into a frown. He continued groping the air, giggling wildly. "BOOOOOOOBIES." he drawled, watching his brother fumble even more. Weiss chuckled before realizing the batter was done, and all that was needed was to finish making the cupcakes. One poured the mixture in, while the other set to work on the icing, mmmm, buttercream...

They lightly pushed the cupcakes in, Weiss lingering around the oven as he pursed his lips and stared at himself in the ovens reflection. Eyebrows furrowing, Weiss pulled a cloth from his coat and narrowed his eyes at the red. "...stupid Nini." he said, voice gurgling with anger. "THESE SUITS WERE TAILORED. Nini, you arse." He said, throwing the cloth into his face and frowning intensely. "Hey, we have dry cleaning!" Noir said with a laugh, and... Suddenly, both stopped and looked at each other. "Oh." They said in unison, faces looking more than a bit glum at remembering the problem.

"Er...well... we did."

"...now we have to walk around with red stuff all over our clothes. Thank you Nini. THANK YOU."

"You're welcome!"

"That wasn't a compliment, you little s**t!"

"Nooo, I'm bigger!" Noir stood up straight, measuring each other and then giving a small grin. Weiss narrowed his eyes a bit before throwing his head back in a flourish. "You may be older but you're not as matureee~ as meeee~" He said, flipping his long hair back with a proud grin. Noir eyed him a bit... Then walked closer, giving him an expression only Weiss would know of. NOPE. "Nini. No." He said seriously, falling into a battle stance— but completely ruining it, as Noir let out a singsong pun he couldn't hear before he jumped him and started rubbing EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE. "Don't you love me Wei much?"

In his panic, Weiss screeched. "No, stop!" He exclaimed, flailing— Don't mess up my hair, noooo, I spent two hours on it!" He said in a whiny voice, before hearing his brother laugh and say something—"Two hours- I could have just braided it for you!" "Braiding is for bad hair days! You..
You ALWAYS have those!" He said as they fell to the floor in an unplanned battle, setting their jaw and having Weiss flail around kicking and screaming. "I would have put your hair in such cute bows though! Maybe then the lady at the candy store would give you a discount!" Noir teased, but the pale brother was not listening. All he could see was his hair— HIS HAIR. "NooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo....." Weiss groaned before— Oh no. Nonononononono.... NO! Noir jumped onto Weiss, pinning Weiss down and finally making him calm down. They lay there for a second, just inhaling and exhaling, feeling like the predicament they were in never happened... Until Weiss remembered and pursed his lips.

"...my hair is a mess."

"Like our suits!" Noir chirped excitedly, as Weiss groaned.

"Don't remind me."

They stayed silent for a while, just looking at the ceiling, sighing and realizing that neither could live without the other... Never. They both sighed, before one of them decided to speak up.

"So....What's that about a school again?"


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