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Note about the ORP:

I will mark attendance in the end and write down how many pages of RP count as how many regular ones towards growth.

Everyone who attends will see his name up here and of course receive cookies for doing so

The chosen setting for the RP is Kyu's home in Lumena that Phil decided would be more accommodating than his own for the gathering. Details and everything will be given in the opening post.

Have fun everyone~

Orpheus didn't knock, but rather slipped inside without a second thought, heading towards the kitchen. He wasn't sure how alert he would be, but he could at least keep the one he loved company, and try to support him. Orpheus hadn't slept at all, and rather had been playing a show all night. His fingers were a little sore, despite their thick callous, and he did come bearing a tray of fresh cookies.

This house was distinctly more unfamiliar to Orpheus than Phil's own home, but he wasn't exactly one to be shy, so it was without hesitation that he turned corners and looked for his significant other. He finally found Phil and set the tray of cookies down, stretching with a sigh and a wry smile and stepping over to him to carefully embrace him even if he was busy. There was something comforting about seeing Phil, no matter what had happened. Like taking a deep breath at the end of a long time without air.

He didn't say anything, just yet; his voice was hoarse from the show, and sounded a little unpleasant.

Salem had considered arriving fashionably late to this little chore, to this... meeting of human-friendly everybody. But he cared not for their opinions, really. He'd considered not going at all, given his distaste for their entire mentality, their fixation on equality and co-existence. The invitation he'd received, however, had been written rather cordially, and Salem would not be known as a creature of lacking manners. Besides, this committee, or whatever it was, no doubt needed a more conservative opinion, such as Salem's, lest they devolve into a willy-nilly mass of flowery pacifists. So he had come, as promised.

He had not, however, come in his finest form, or with his sharpest wits about him. Hung over. He'd had a whole lot to drink the night before, to celebrate. Celebrate anything. There's never a bad time to get so drunk that you don't know whether that black gap in your memory was filled with sleep or debauchery. Salem hoped he'd engaged in some of the latter. At least a little chaos.

Now he had arrived. He stood before an unfamiliar door in a familiar town: Lumena, his favorite haunt. Fat, happy, complacent humans, so easy to siphon from. The smell of coffee drifted from within, filling his overly-sensitive, throbbing head, making his stomach churn. Underneath it, something else, something sweet, something... familiar. Where did he remember it from?

He brought one clawed hand down heavy upon the door, knocking twice, propping himself against it at the end of the motion, resting his forhead against the cool wood of the portal, letting hair obscure his eyes. He took deep breaths, waiting for someone to answer.

Rajih had been so wrapped up in being with Ruria that he had almost forgotten the MFM meeting. Though he lived with Phil, they had been so cusy and apart that he hadn't had time to ask his best friend about it.

Luckily enough, the boy had taken pity on him and left him a note in the shared kitchen as to where he would be.

As he headed to one of his favorite towns, he thought of just was going to happen here. How many Majin's...how many humans would come? And in light of the recent events, what did this meeting entail for them?

He knocked on the door before carefully sliding it open.

"Yo Phil are you in here?" He wiped his feet on the mat but didn't dare to go further in. Rather be polite this late in the game after all.

Salem didn't look up as Theo approached him from behind; let the younger man reach forward and open the door around him, instead. He didn't have the energy to respond to the blue boy, though he recognized the voice. After he recovered from a near-fall during his tumble through the doorframe into the darker entrance of the home, the gray witch finally straightened up to face Theo. His one eye searched the man up and down, squinting against the outside light which poured in through the open door, slapping a fresh coat of red-tinged pain onto the inside of his forehead. He smiled, though. Suppressed a giggle at the expense of Theo.

“I thought it might be you, so I did, yes indeedy.” Salem's voice was low and delirious, that of someone who's hearing everything just a little bit too loud. “Hello hello, young master.”

But even as he spoke, that smell poked to the edge of his consciousness again, much stronger than outside. Definitely familiar. Where did he know it from, though...? There was a taste with it, too... Memories of being cold. He racked his brain to cough up the information to go with the sensation, but it merely made his head hurt worse. He must have cut quite the scene, face turned up as he scented the air, with a look of marked concentration.

Something... something baked, definitely. Oh, he KNEW this, cursed mortal brain failing him, pathetic weak little thing, how could he not remember eating cookies with Orpheus that chilly fall morning oh right, that was it. Cookies. It probably wouldn't be a good idea for him to try to eat, but still, the siren's song of fresh-baked cookies beckoned him.

When he opened his eyes, another guest to the meet had appeared before him. Without a second thought, he fell onto Rajih's back, draped his arms over the witch's shoulders, used him as support. He breathed heavy for a moment into the green-haired boy's ear before he whipsered, “Shhh... Salem smells cookies. Ride, mighty steed, let us quest for them.”

For someone that left school to only go as far as the surrounding forest ever since the disastrous ball he'd attended some time ago, Uaithne found the trip to Lumena to be a rather long one. He really was unsure about the whole thing, finding that it all perhaps sounded a bit to good to be true, especially after the events witnessed at that ball... he had to admit though he was curious. What was the harm in taking a peek? If what Cedar said was true then he should check, right? Better then skipping out on something that might be good for him as well as other majin, right? He supposed if nothing else if he it weren't something he were interested in Lumena was near to his home town so he could stop in there for a time before he went back to school. Even if it did catch his interest though he really should swing by Clarus Arbor regardless.

"Wonder if Cedar is here already." He mused to himself, as well as wondering if anyone else he'd met thus far had been invited to the strange meeting. Looking down at the invitation he'd received, wondering if he'd gotten it because of Cedar. He'd only heard of all of this due to her after all. Pausing to look up at the house, making sure that the address on it matched with the instructions given on the piece of paper. It looked like this was it he thought to himself before lifting a empty hand, chewing on his thumbnail in the same manner he always did when he was nervous or thinking to hard over something. It all seemed legit enough, surely he wouldn't have to worry about foul play of any sort, right? Shifting in place the green haired majin started forward. If this weren't something he wished to be a part of he would just leave he thought to himself as he approached the house, clutching the invite in his hand, crumpling it more then he'd meant to do due to nerves.

Taking in a deep breath, forcing himself to relax best that he could, Uaithne lifted a hand to knock. Social gatherings, crowds, people he didn't know, these were all things that he just wasn't good with. All of which seemed to be on the menu today meaning he would need to put on a brave face and muddle through this meeting best he could and hope for the best.

The icy blue eyes watched the scene before him unfold, taking note of every detail. As Phil left the kitchen, Theo decided now was about the right time to find cups in the cupboards. The cups chinked quietly as Theo took them out of the cupboard and set them out. An assortment of twenty odd mugs sat on the counter as Theo boiled the water, a silence filling the room. Orpheus's presence was very much noticeable. The orange witch was hardly inconspicious. The adoration for his twin written so plainly on his face wasn't exactly subtle either. But Theo said nothing. Phil's business was his business. However, it wouldn't exactly hurt his twin to say something to let him know what was going on. But he was happy though, that his brother had found someone to hold him and appreciate him for all that he was and wasn't. Even though Phil constantly made Theo want to throw up his hands and give up from pure frustration, he still loved his brother. And Theo did think this was a rather hare-brained scheme his brother had cooked up, but it was a good concept. Now if only it would work as well in reality as it sounded in theory.

The kettle whistled merrily as the water came to a boil, breaking the silence in the kitchen. Briefly, Theo wondered if he ought to sta silent or say something and opted for the latter. "I take it you and Phil are inovlved with each other beyond friendship?" He asked, looking for a coffeepot. He found said pot already on the counter and rolled his eyes, spooning coffee powder into the pot. omething about this witch seemed vaguely familiar, almost as if they had met before. But he wasn't certain of that. He poured hot water into the coffee pot and stirred the black liquid before he turned around to face Orpheus, his blue eyes studying the other witch intently. He tilted his head to the side a little, trying to remember where he could have possibly seen him before. "I don't think we've met, but you probably know that I'm Theo, Phil's twin." Theo offered his name and returned to finding sugar and cream, proceeding to pile the coffee pot, sugar and cream onto a tray and the mugs on another to be taken out.

For some reason, Orpheus made him feel somewhat disconcerted. Maybe it was because he was after all, Philemon's significant other half. It was kind of strange to think his younger brother and himself had somehow graduated from having pillow fights in the middle of the night and sharing secrets to having moved out of home and apart from each other as well as becoming reomantically entangled with someone else. They had grown up, hadn't they? A wistful expression crossed his face briefly before it was replaced by his usual brooding expression.