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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 9:20 pm
 ♞ Location: Outside the Estate
♞ Company: Nobody
♞ Thoughts: Peak-a-boo....I see you
♞ Persona: Male
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Madison had mixed feelings of observing people behind bushes; however, the present situation outweighed any questions
he may have had about this sneaky tactic. Knowing absolutely nothing of who he was, where he was or how he got there -
you could say he was a bit on edge. In his mind, recon was his best option for now.
The armored joints of his gloved hand moved to grasp a fistful of shrubbery, pushing it past its natural bend to peer around.
He silently contemplated his next movement. Target located. It was another bush he could hide in. "Three, Two, One. Now!"
Madison moved in a manner of stealth that consisted of clanking metal and the most ungraceful lunges till his body fell
awkwardly into a crouching position behind his new hiding place. He took a deep breath that filled his lungs before gazing
around to find his next undergrowth; however, what caught his eye was not another bush - it was a disembodied hand.
His heart beat against his chest twice before his initial blank thoughts became a flood of emotion that road up his spine.
The shock and mix of fear and disgust shook his body and consequently his armor. Suddenly, a young girl jumped from the fog.
He tensed immediately and remained quiet, even as she began to take her leave.
His emotion subsided and gave way to reason, "I suppose I should follow her..," he thought. He let her gain a bit of distance
before resuming his "stealth" mode. Hoping she wouldn't notice him following her.
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OOC: You can totally notice a giant, loud, clump of armor following you. ;)
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 9:47 pm
Nicholas Marlowe Location: Entrance of Estate
Company: Unknown woman?, child?, a man in armor?
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Areya Stormbringer Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 10:24 pm
 Lorrana Thamesmood ; surprised where ; within the fog, by the carriage company ; a man, a small girl, clanking armored man Lorrana nearly jumped out of her skin as Nicholas, a man she had never seen before, replied to her. Brunch? Lady Areya? In a fit of some annoyance laced with desperation, she stated as calmly as possible, "I don't know any Lady Areya. How would she know four of us are out here, in the cold and unnatural fog?" Hazel eyes flecked with gold darted around, not trusting this one bit. And also finally tiring of the clink clanking of the armored oaf behind her, Lorrana peered over a slim shoulder to shout, "Your cover is broken." With a roll of those piercing eyes, Lorrana fixed her attention upon the Coachman, the man, and the child within the carriage. She doubted the little one posed any great threat - she was sure the child was more frightened and confused than any of them. Did the rest of this entourage know what was going on, and where the hell they were meant to be taking this carriage to? Is that why the armored one had been following her - did he think she knew where they were going? With a dismissive wave of her hand, the hybrid easily climbed up into the carriage and took a seat. Obvious mistrust and unease painted her features. "You won't try anything funny, if you know what's good for you." That was meant more for the male and the one who had been following her more than anything. I wonder if this 'Lady Areya' is where this growing magic is coming from, she thought to herself. Even now, she could feel that drag and pull within her very core. I.. Er, we, must be close...
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 10:58 pm
 Location: In the carriage
Company: A man, a woman, and a walking suit of armor
Mood: Curious
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 11:06 pm
Xavier ஐ Iris Location: Main Room
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 12:38 pm
♞ Location: Outside the Estate, Carriage
♞ Company: A man, a woman, a child.
♞ Thoughts: I need answers..
♞ Persona: Male
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Still concealed within the brush, Madison had followed the auburn as they encroached upon a carriage. She issued a hello
and to Madison’s mixed feelings of relief and worry, her tone suggested she was just as wary of this place as he was. He
observed three other figures: a coachman, a child and a man. The faint audibility of the small group left Madison
scavenging after fragments, yet the only thing he clearly made out was the utterance made by the coachman.
“.. head up to the mansion and greet the Lady Areya."
Hoping for at least a fleeting memory at the mention of Lady Areya, Madison pondered for a moment, yet to no avail, could he
bring any recognition to that name nor to the faces of the coachman, man, woman and child. No matter how much endeavor
he applied, he could not force a memory that simply did not exist. From this, he concluded he did not know any of them and
assumed they did not know him, or where he came from, how he got there and why. . Only to know you exist is hardly proof
of living. He let out a faint sigh.
Madison could not measure the questions he had with such ill-disposed answers. He longed for an explanation and felt a
presence pushing him to seek after this Lady Areya for the solution he desperately craved. “I need answers..”
"Your cover is broken."
The statement jolted Madison’s instincts as he leapt up from the foliage he had taken cover behind. “How did you see me?”
He questioned in the most honestly confused way. “Witchcraft,” he considered. After all, she did appear from the fog as a
disembodied hand and gave off the impression she knew how to handle her own. Especially as she warned it would be in his
best judgement to not mess around with her.
The unwary knight remained behind the clearing even as the woman moved into the carriage. Eventually, he was able to coax
himself out from behind the brush with hope for answers from this Lady Areya. Just as Madison reached the carriage, he
peered down at the coachman that held out his hand and folded it inward at himself. A gesture? Did he want something?
Madison scrambled around, looking for something off his belt to give “Better not be rude,” he mused while handing him his sword.
“Be careful with it. Don’t cut yourself.”
Madison stepped through the door of the carriage, which weighed toward him as if giving to his hefty armor. He pardoned himself as
he crammed his way inside, finding seating between the gentlemen and child.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 5:29 pm
Flint, Steele, and Dietrich Stasis Flint looked over at Dietrich and watched as he was raiding the fridge and pantries in search of more fruit. He found it a bit odd for someone who consumed demon flesh and sometimes bones to not be partial to meat. Then again, it was Dietrich who was not only picky about what he ate, but who he was nice to. There was no doubt in the eldest of the triplets' mind that Dietrich was the bad side of their father. "Do you ever stop eating?" Dietrich looked back at Flint and shrugged a bit, having decided not to talk with a mouth full of grapes and instead decided to keep eating in hopes to someday find out if his hunger was truly insatiable. Meanwhile, the two were also wondering where Steele had went, but that lasted mere seconds before remembering how much like their father Steele was. It was almost scary to think of what kind of trouble those two could cause in a single room. Steele leaned against the wall by the door of the office and closed his eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette. He had come to the conclusion that the child he met yesterday had been around demons for some time and maybe even had a close relationship, or contract with one. That almost made him wonder what his kind's creators were thinking when the first of his family was made. Why were they so much like the things they hunted? He shook off the thought and lifted his head. For some reason, he felt the presence of death all of a sudden. This could be bad. Location: /Flint- Kitchen /Steele- Outside the Office /Dietrich- Kitchen Company: /Flint- Deet /Steele- No clue /Dietrich- Lint Thoughts: /Flint-Fat a**. /Steele- /Dietrich- Shut your face.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 6:02 pm
Kieren The elven male didn't remember leaving his plain of existence, either of them. Well, one of them never left their plain and was constantly moving through it. Though his astral half was free and moving, he wasn't. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't leave the plain. Then he came the a realization. He had hitched a ride on the back of a carriage and moved somewhere beyond his otherworldly power. This brought him to the conclusion that he should get in the good graces of whoever was in charge of this, plain? The elf shook his head and pulled down his hood, revealing the cracks that had formed on the right side of his face. "I wasn't supposed to go here." He whispered to himself before looking back at the carriage and seeing if the horses even noticed that he was here. For reasons unknown to him, animals weren't partial to those who worked his trade. The Psychopomp Location: The back of a carriage Company: No clue Thoughts: How am I supposed to do my job in these conditions?
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Areya Stormbringer Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 8:35 pm
Location: Office/ Outside the Mansion Entrance
Company: New guests
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 8:59 pm
 Light filtered into the room from the open curtains. Alois hadn't thought of closing them the night before, that was Claude's job. So was waking him up, getting him dressed, fed and telling him what work needed to be done... and Alois usually pawned most of that off on the demon as well.
The blond boy groaned slightly as the light finally hit his face and he waved at it a bit.
"m not getting up Claude" He muttered his eyes still shut as he reached for a pillow to pull over his head.
"had a really screwed up dream .. " he yawned widely
"And I'm still tired.. shut the blinds.. push back any meetings" he ordered as he lay there. There was no response, the light didn't diminish at all and Claude didn't say Yes your Highness like he was supposed to!! Just what was that stupid demon thinking! If he said he was sleeping in he was going to sleep in!! Alois frowned and took the pillow he was holding on his head to block out the light and lifted it as he sat up, ready to throw it in Claude's face for not listening to him.
"I said I'm not gettting---" He stopped short and blinked staring at the empty room. No Claude... and this wasn't his room or bed.. and he'd gone to bed fully dressed, no wonder he felt uncomfortable. He stared around and then groaned flopping back on the bed
"Damnit... it wasn't a dream " he muttered to himself tiredly. He needed to get out of this place and back to Claude. These people ticked him off, and creeped him out. He shook his head slightly as he drug himself from the bed and headed for the bathroom. His luggage from the carriage was in the room, and once he'd brushed his hair and teeth and washed his face he changed into an outfit that looked almost exactly the same as he wore the day before. He did have a personal preference for that outfit.... not that he didn't have others in his trunks, he just liked his booty shorts, tall boots and thigh high stockings with the button down shirt, vest and bow around his neck and his purple jacket. Alois looked himself over
"Good thing I'm not Phantomhive.. He can't even dress himself propelry with out Sebastian around. He'd look a mess" he muttered. He himself could dress just fine. He sighed, time to figure out how to get out of this place and never ever come back. Alois opened the door to his room and would step out.
"Now... where is that owner.. " he muttered. His stomach growled loudly and he blinked
"... And the kitchen.. " he added to himself as he began to walk down the hall. He might as well eat before leaving..
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 9:14 pm
Location: Outside the Estate
Company: A man, a woman, and a walking suit of armor, Lady Stormbringer
Mood: Accomplished
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 12:19 am
Dødette Ragnarok
Intel:
Location: Inside, bedroom; dining hall
Presence: singular; two other guests spotted, unknown
Appearance:
The night before, Dødette had gone to bed unusually early, but this was only due to the fact her travelling was a bit longer than her usual space travel - her habits of travelling to Earth or any of its territorial planets were not as prevalent as they used to be. And now, she was waking to a new day, feeling almost uncomfortable and insecure because of the fact this was not for a mission of any sort. Well, maybe a personal one: to relax for once, to really, actually, relax. The makeup she wore hadn't been wiped off the night before, either, and the eyeliner was slightly smudged from her sleeping with it on. Her eyes slowly flitted open, and she yawned as she moved her head from laying it down on the pillow to having her chin rest on it, and she looked forward to the unfamiliar headboard of the bed. She knew where she was upon waking, and though her tired expression didn't change, she was glad to see herself in this unfamiliarity. "The woman who owns this place had said something about the wax and the rooms last night... what the hell was it...?" She couldn't quite remember what it was but it didn't matter to her right now, either she'd remember or she'd ask about it to refresh her memory later on. Right now, she was intent on starting this vacation right. And so far so good. Dødette began to remove herself from under the covers. She'd been laying on her stomach with her arms stretched straight forward, and moved the pillow by tossing it aside to where the bed was pushed against the wall in the corner of the room, then gently threw off the comforter blanket. After her usual waking rituals were done, which consisted of various exercises as well as the norm of cleaning up and getting dressed, she stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. She paused for a moment, looking down either side of the hallway she now stood in, just to get a feel for it, then turned right to head down the stairs and into the dining area where the meal would be held. Once she'd descended the stairs, she spotted a man down the hallway to her right, who didn't seem to be doing much, other than relaxing. No shame in that. She didn't note anything unusual, nor was willing to, her mind was adrift in her own thoughts. This was somewhat out of the ordinary for her, she never really had time to daydream and be alone with her thoughts. Stepping inside the dining room, she took a seat at the lengthy table. Seeing as how none but her and a man already seated were even in the room, she chose a spot at the center of one side of the table, so she would be able to see everyone well enough who would soon be here.
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Areya Stormbringer Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 5:41 pm
Nicholas Marlowe Location: Front of the Estate
Company: Unknown woman?, child?, a man in armor?, Lady Areya
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 6:24 pm
Lorrana Thamesmood ; antsy & impressed where ; the estate company ; a man, a small girl, clanking armored man, lady areya, and some unknown elf As they rounded upon the Stormbringer Estate, her large eyes widened even further - it was beautiful. The manor itself was of a size she had never seen on the Earth before, and she had done her fair share of travel. Also exiting the carriage, not paying much attention to anyone else except Lady Areya (a lovely woman, she thought to herself), Lorrana did not speak up quite yet. With an eyebrow arced as usual, the hybrid thought over this woman's words carefully. Admission contracts? Other guests? Was this some sort of... hideaway for otherworldly creatures? Is that why she had never seen one on this plane before now? Still quiet, Lorrana smoothed her small hands up and down her bare arms, her flesh having raised as they neared the Estate. This was definitely the origin of the force of great magic she had been feeling lately. It was damn near overwhelming, and it was comforting. Her brows then furrowed somewhat as she opened herself up ever so slightly to the floes. There was something... oddly familiar, and yet not quite there at the same instance. Lorrana shook her head before raising her eyes to peer up at Lady Areya as she stepped up toward her. "My greetings... Lady Areya." With a cant of her head, she slowly offered her hand as she had seen all the humans on Earth do when greeting another. It was polite, apparently. "I'm Ev--I mean, Lorrana. I like to be called Lorrana. I have many questions, but food sounds lovely right about now." With the faintest of smiles, Lorrana stepped passed the lady of the house and the little girl to follow the male who was NOT wearing armor like he was awaiting upon some war to happen.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 5:20 am
Flint, Steele, and Dietrich Stasis After Areya had left, he decided he'd go check out the new arrivals. He wanted to get to the bottom of why he felt like death was at his doorstep. That and he would be able to keep an eye on his new found keeper. If she was outside her private quarters or that of another, she'd be out of his sight, unless called in of course and to his misfortune, she seemed to step in the thick of what he was feeling. First, the child who stunk of demon, now a messenger of death was roaming about. So far, all he had seen was a suit of armor, two young looking women, and an elf who seemed like he was out of place. The male with the grey streak eyed each individual for a moment before narrowing his eyes. Nothing. Hunger was already crippling him physically in minor ways. After a few moments, he placed his cigarette between his lips and reached into his bag, pulling out a glass bottle with a dark, tar like liquid. After uncorking it and quickly consuming the contents, he resealed it and placed the bottle back in his bag. Dietrich blinked a few times and shrugged. He didn't feel he was causing any trouble. That and fruit was all he needed to get by, well, other than the flesh of hellspawn and as far as he knew, Flint didn't discriminate on what kind of souls he sent to be judged just to keep from ripping a demon to pieces and eating its soul. "Lint, why does Steely keep so close to our keepers after after making a bond?" He asked, hoping to take his mind off of their addiction and diet. "What good is a weapon in a box in comparison to one at your side?" Location: /Flint- Kitchen /Steele- Outside /Dietrich- Kitchen Company: /Flint- Deet /Steele- No clue /Dietrich- Lint Thoughts: /Flint-Fat a**. /Steele- We're gonna die in here./Dietrich- Shut your face.
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