This is a 1x1 for me and Hikaru Kitsunebi.
Only for me and her etc, etc...
Others, kindly refrain from posting here or I'll have Alterdeus tie your pervy overweight fingers in a knot.
Only for me and her etc, etc...
Others, kindly refrain from posting here or I'll have Alterdeus tie your pervy overweight fingers in a knot.
In the small town of Sinkwell there is a house that's purportedly located directly over a spot where some very important ley lines meet. It is the oldest building standing in Sinkwell, and a rather spectacular one: it looks rather like a haunted house, except instead of a hill it stands at the bottom of a hollow. All kinds of New Age prophets and cultists have tried to buy the house over the years, but the man who lives there always sends them away. The man is the son of that man who lived there before him, or at least some kind of relative. How else could they look so much alike? In fact, they look so much alike that you would think they're the same guy if it weren't for the fact that the current owner's father (or uncle or cousin or something) moved into the house in 1890's.
The man then, he is quite the sight. Always dressed in his finest, gaudy, garish, grandiose clothes, looking like the fashion of centuries past threw up on him, he's tall, somewhat muscular maybe, and immense in girth. He wears his glossy dark hair in a plait around his thick neck and hides his dark amber eyes behind a pair of round tinted glasses.
No one knows what he does for living but he's certainly well off, and certainly likes his peace and quiet: no one has succeeded in finding out anything about him besides his name, which is Micholas Scumble, let alone see the inside of his home.
With the things the way they are, I doubt you'll be much surprised to find that Micholas Scumble is a witch, and a rather good one at that. He could do all those generic witchy things you hear about, but I doubt he would bother, as Micholas, in his pride (and let's face it: his sloth) considers himself above turning people into amphibians and prancing around in inadequate clothing. Sometimes he curses Wicca members and phone salespeople if they don't catch his drift fast enough and leave him alone, but that's all. Pretty much.
But one night he woke up at an awful noise that was caused by neither the doorbell nor the phone, and clambered out of bed in his pajamas (which were rather loose for comfort, so you can imagine they were spacious) and shuffled down the two flights of stairs to groundfloor to investigate.
(( I wrote this in a state of utmost exhaustion, so it's kinda crappy, but doubtlessly it'll get better when we get this thing going. If you're not ready to bring out your character onto the stage, don't worry, I have something planned for this. I just didn't know if you would prefer the demon to be in this plane of existence already, or whether Mick should summon her, so I decided I'd leave the cause of the noise open.
Also, I have no idea what the title means, yet. x3 ))
