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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 14:18:50 GMT -5
"Oh, be careful, it is still hot." Of course, Olivia hadn't even finished her sentence before Norman had gone and started drinking. Though, he didn't seem to be in pain, so she wasn't too worried he'd burned himself. She did take asip from her own cup, too, though it was a much smaller one and she made a little face at the heat.
"Yes, it seems you've got it all right." Olivia nodded. "You'll also want to stay the night so Roland can speak with you himself." She wasn't too sure how the owner of the house would take all this. Certainly, he would be angry. He'd be scared, too, scared of what would happen if his secret got out. Together, those were two rather dangerous emotions, though she wouldn't bring that up with Norman. No need to go scaring him. "I'm sure he would answer any other questions you have far better than I."
"We have plenty of vacant rooms if you would like to rest. They aren't the biggest but they should do for tonight." That was all it would be. Just one night. Surely Roland would send him away after that. Yes, that was what he would do. He would yell at Norman for breaking in then tell him to leave. Not that Olivia thought it was a good idea. Norman looked about Roland's age. He could break the curse. He could make things right, if Roland could just be the charming person he had been so often before the curse.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 14:32:38 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Yeah, talking to the werewolf guy would be cool, answer his questions, though talking was a lot less dangerous than say...fighting a werewolf, but he sort of already figured that one was a stupid idea. It was still a hard concept to think about. An actual werewolf...who was only one because he was cursed by a witch. Sounded like something right out of a fairytale.
Or you know...maybe like a horror story or something.
"Alright, I can stay the night," he agreed, half wondering if everyone here was actually just crazy and he should leave as soon as possible...but if they were all insane, how did that explain the wolf? The only things that made sense here were the things that made no sense at all...even that didn't make any sense, it was confusing. On the bright side, Norman was going to have an awesome story to share when he got back.
Not like anyone would believe him anyways, but hey, you never know. "So, where are these vacant rooms? I doubt I'm gonna get any sleep tonight, but I should probably at least, try, I guess," Norman explained with a shrug. He wasn't tired, he was curious, excited, hyped up on coffee, and an insomniac by nature, all in all, he definitely wouldn't be getting sleep tonight, but he did need time to think by himself and question his sanity, and everyone else's here.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 27, 2016 14:42:21 GMT -5
Lucy was normal. She didn't pride herself on it or anything, but she felt comfortable blending in with the rest of the crowd. With her brown hair, brown eyes and average height, that wasn't difficult. And she'd always been an introspective kind of girl, so it wasn't like her personality attracted people either. She was just perfectly normal. She had a normal job, a normal family, a normal life. It had always been that way.
Except, of course, today. Today had not been normal. It had started out like any other Saturday. She'd slept in, texted a few friends to see what they'd gotten up to the night before and then headed out. After tea and a book in a cafe, she'd headed to her favourite library.
It was little more than three quaint rooms, but nobody was ever there and there were always books she'd never read before. The perfect library to waste an entire day in, at peace. She'd not found peace there today. No, instead she'd found a book. A book in a library, you say, what a surprise! But it was upon flicking through this book, trying to make out the script inside that she felt the world fading.
Her first instinct was that she was fainting, so she'd bent over to tuck her head between her knees. It was only then that she realised that the room was not fading, she was. And soon, the area around her took on a much different form. A forest. Quiet, empty, except for the girl holding a sword out towards her.
Wait, a girl was holding a sword?
"What the hell!" she yelped, flying backwards in a way she'd not thought possible. She stared at the point of the weapon, shaking like a leaf.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 14:50:41 GMT -5
Olivia pointed toward the hallway of rooms. "Take your pick. They're all empty aside from the first two on the left and first one on the right." Three servants. Three servants lived in and cared for this huge house. There had been more, once, but Roland fired many of them after the curse happened. It was safer that way, he said. Now, it was the three of them left. Olivia, the man who was still taking care of Roland downstairs, and one more person, someone who had not left their room tonight, but rather stayed lockedup in their room. Ah, but that was probably the safest course of action.
"If you need anything, just holler. Someone will come and help you out. And whatever you do, don't go downstairs until sunrise. We don't want to go agitating Roland all over again." Olivia thought for a moment. "On second thought, don't go down at all without someone with you. Roland can be a bit moody after he turns and he doesn't always take surprises too well.
Of course, there would be no easy way to break this to Roland. He would get mad no matter what. Though, getting an explanation beforehand rather than finding a stranger wandering his house was likely the best approach. Hopefully everything would just work out okay.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 15:07:27 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 "Well now that you've told me not to do that, I'm way more tempted to go downstairs-er, don't worry though, I think I'm weirded out enough to listen for a change," Norman added before he pushed himself forward and started walking to the hallway. "Guess I'll see you in the morning. Night," he said with a wave of his hand as he entered the hallway and picked an unoccupied room.
Once inside, he closed the door and pressed his back against it, falling into it slightly. "Werewolf...witch...big freaking house..." he muttered before pushing himself away from the door and beginning his walk over to the bed, plopping himself face first down into it. "I've entered magic land..." he said in exasperation, voice muffled from the blankets and mattress on the bed.
Yep, Norman had definitely entered a fairytale...or a horror story, it could go either way, and he still didn't know how to handle all of this. Maybe this was all some weird, vivid dream and he would wake up back home, curled up in the corner of his bed, in his Star Wars pajamas, hugging his body pillow and none of this would actually be real. If it was though...it was pretty cool, and when he went back home, he was going to have such a story to tell.
Who knows, maybe finally his friends would tag along with him on his next adventure. Not to here of course, he was done with this place. Besides, apparently it was only cool once a month anyways. Werewolves were a lot like girls. They turned into monsters once a month and it was best to just avoid them during that time. Norman let out a sigh and turned himself over onto his back, sitting up and reaching down to take off his shoes, which he proceeded to place neatly by the door, and placed his little black bag next to it, making sure to grab his glasses out since he only wore his contacts when he was running around or climbing up stuff and he preferred the glasses. He was just glad he had thought to bring them.
Tomorrow was definitely going to be interesting. Norman could hardly wait.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 15:10:24 GMT -5
Esme jumpped backward at the stranger's outburst and nearly dropped her sword. Seeing this person more clearly only made the fairy more nervous. This girl was definitely not a fairy, as she lacked pointed ears. They looked nothing alike, really. Esme was tall, with very long blonde hair and bright green eyes. There was also the fact that every fairy had some sort of anomaly, something unique to their subspecies. Some had horns, or a fish tail, or maybe webbed hands. Esme had one of the most common anomalies. She had wings. Hers were reminiscent of a bee's, as they were small yet cold hold her in the air without difficulty.
There was also the subject of clothes. Esme wore dark, earth colored pants and a green tunic, hand made in appearace, definitely not the modern looking apparel this stranger had on.
"Who are you?" Her voice shook only a bit as she asked this. "How did you get here?" That was not fairy magic, what brought her here. It looked like that of a warlock. Warlocks were bad news. They were spies and traitors and certainly not welcome in the realm of the fairies.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 15:19:03 GMT -5
Olivia found she did not get too much sleep, worried their guest might run of and do something stupid. After all, coming in this house had not been the brightest idea in the world but he had done that. Who knows what other trouble he would cause. Thankfully, there was coffee to keep her from feeling like a zombie.
Morning came soon enough and breakfast was made and carefully laid out on the table. Once everything was ready Olivia went upstairs to go get Norman. Servants didn't usually eat downstairs with the owners of the house but Roland liked the people he kept around. They were his only family and without them, he ate alone so they all ate together in the much larger kitchen downstairs.
"Norman, wake up." She knocked on his door gently. "Breakfast is ready and Roland can't wait to meet you." That was a lie. Roland was dead asleep. He'd wandered out of his room like a zombie, plopped down in a chair with his head on the table and waited for coffee. Hw hadn't registered a word Olivia said and she knew it. All he wanted to do was rest.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 27, 2016 15:23:02 GMT -5
Lucy was clearly hallucenating. Maybe she had fainted after all. Did people hallucinate when they'd fainted? She didn't know, but it made sense. She was in a forest, facing a girl with wings and a sword and wearing something a character in a book might favour. She was definitely hallucinating, then. There was no other explaination.
Realising this, she relaxed. Her shoulders fell and she sighed. "Oh thank god," she said. "I'll be back home soon. When you realise you're dreaming, that means you're waking up, right?" She didn't sound so certain, though. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself. She shouldn't have to try, not when things were this ridiculous.
"I'm Lucy, and I'm dreaming," she said, clearly not speaking to the girl with the wings. "I'm Lucy, I'm dreaming, and soon I'll wake up on the library floor with that kind old woman looking down at me, asking if I'm alright."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 15:30:15 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman had got a total of...maybe thirty minutes of sleep...if that, when he was told to wake up, and for a moment, all he did was glare up at the ceiling before he exhaled and forced himself out of the bed. If he had known this would have been a long trip he would have packed pajamas and a bigger bag. Though he hadn't really assumed this was going to happen, so he reached for his big, black, thick rimmed glasses and stuck them on his nose before he stalked over to the door and opened it to look at Olivia.
"G'morning Olivia...I hope you made coffee, or else I'm gonna need a few more hours to wake up," he explained, walking out and closing the door behind him. Well, not a dream. Now he got to deal with the werewolf guy. Roland. Norman had heard of him before, though he had never seen or interacted with him before, so needless to say, once he properly woke up, he would probably be excited to meet him.
His curiousity and craving for adventure was really what lead him in about everything he did, and there was definitely a rather cool story behind this and he wasn't afraid to admit that he was itching to discover it.
Now he didn't really wait for an answer from Olivia as he started down the stairs, letting the smell of food guide him. The easiest way to make Norman happy was to feed him, he had a really high metabolism, which lead to him eating a lot and still maintaining his small figure, and he was almost always hungry, so food was usually the best way to make him happy, much more agreeable as well.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 15:35:31 GMT -5
"You're not dreaming. Stop saying that." Esme didn't understand and she hated things she didn't understand. She had to know what was going on, things had to make some sort of sense, but this didn't make any sense. Some girl from who knows where shows up here through some form of magic and can't give any explanation. Something was wrong.
Or she was lying. Maybe she was just playing dumb to win over Esmeralda's trust. And then what? What was she planning on doing? Esme didn't know, but it was the only explanation she had.
"Tell me how you got here." Esmeralda told a careful step forward. "Tell me what you're doing here, and don't even think about lying." Out of her confusion came frustration, which was enoughto hide her nerves. Esme looked like she might actually do something, like she would actually use that sword of hers, though she really wouldn't. But, cowards don't get answers. People who were brave and strong, they could get answers.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 15:46:58 GMT -5
🍉OOC 🍉 Gotta poof, I'll respond when I get back.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 15:50:59 GMT -5
(Okay, see you then.)
Downstairs, the table was filled with plates of food. Waffles, bacon, hashbrowns, eggs, you name it. Breakfast wasn't normally this big, but they had a guest. Drinks were also brought out, milk, orange juice, and other things. It was mini feast.
"Coffee will be ready in just a minute." Olivia assured him. "Help yourself to whatever you'd like. Oh, and let me introduce everyone. Norman, that is Luke," the tall, very muscular man who had saved him the previous night waved, his face too full of food to speak properly. "And there's Lily, I don't believe you saw her last night." Lily turned from her spot at the counter, where she had been busy making the final few things for breakfast. She was tiny, a shy blond who gave him a smile and a wave before turning away.
"And of course, Roland." No response came from the man who seemed to have passed out at the table. "Roland, dear, please say hello to our guest." A grunt. "Roland." Silence. "Coffee's ready." "Gimme."
That was all the response Olivia got. Gimme. Like a spoiled child. "Please excuse Roland. He is incapable of being a civilized human with the help of coffee coffee." As she said this, she gave Roland a gentle smack to the back of his head, a silent scolding for being rude. Then, she turned to get his coffee. Roland only offered an irritated groan.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 27, 2016 16:02:25 GMT -5
Now, if Lucy had actually been fearing harm from this girl, she might have quivered. She still feared for her life, no matter how certain she was that the sword would not harm her (she was dreaming, no matter how cut up you got in dreams you woke up whole) seeing it so close to her was terrifying. She knew that it would not hurt her, but the girl looked like she wanted to do her harm nonetheless. But she did not waver, despite the chill running down her spine.
"Of course I'm dreaming. There is no other explanation," she determined, fixing the girl with a look. "Why else would I be here - in a fantasy land, unless you're just really good at costume making, which really doesn't change the fact that I'm not where I was - when just moments ago I was in a library, flipping through books I barely understood? Obviously, the dust got to me somehow and I fainted." She hesitated, realising that wasn't how things worked. "Or something like that, anyway."
She shrugged, deciding that she'd given her answer. "I think this is my dream, so you're the one who should have to answer the questions; no matter how sharp that sword looks I'm not going to wake up bleeding. So, what's your name?" she looked curious, more so than scared. "Or do I get to name you?"
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 16:14:20 GMT -5
Insane. Esme stumbled across someone who was insane. Either that or she was very good at lying. Far better than Esmeralda herself was. But what do you with a possible crazy person/liar? If she was crazy, Esme would bring her to the village, get her help. If she was a liar, Esme should kill her. Liars were dangerous.
"Quit that!" Fire flared from the finger tips of Esmeralda's empty hand and her gaze flickered over to the little flames. Shoot. Shoot, she didn't mean to do that. Stupid powers, never listening. Her powers, elemental powers, came naturally to most fairies, though many favored one specific element. Esme, though, seemed equally terrible with all of them. Not so helpful in situations like this. Fire was extra bad, extra dangerous, and she needed it in control. Maybe, if she ignored it, pretended she meant for it to be there then it would just stay harmless or go away.
"Quit acting like this is a dream." Breathe. Don't get too mad. Don't let the fire get out of control. "This is real. You don't get to name me, I am real. I'm Esmeralda and you are going to go back to wherever it is you came from. You are not welcome here." Get rid of the possible spy. Yes, that was the best course of action. Unless she was crazy. Then, she could go back and be someone else's problem.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 27, 2016 16:35:12 GMT -5
Okay. Now there was fire involved. All of a sudden, Lucy wasn't so comfortable. She stumbled backwards until her back collided with a tree, forcing the air from her lungs. No, this was a dream. It had to be, else she was insane, and she couldn't have that. She took a deep breath. "This is a dream," she repeated to herself as some kind of comfort, closing her eyes. "When you wake up, you won't even remember this. Wake up, damn it."
She didn't wake up. Slowly, gingerly, she opened her eyes again. "I've tried going back, haven't I?" she demanded. "But I'm not waking up, you're holding a sword and your hand is on fire. Clearly, I'm not welcome, but there's not much I can do about that, is there. I'm just a normal human being who was trying to do some reading done when she fainted."
With that, she closed her eyes again. "Wake up, wake up, wake up," she chanted under her breath, trying to physically eject herself from the dream somehow. It didn't appear to be working because when she opened her eyes once more, she was still in the forest. "This has to be a dream. I have to be dreaming. People don't catch fire and swords were forgotten centuries ago. What I would give to see a good old fashioned gun right now," she muttered. "This isn't Earth, so you must be dreaming."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 16:44:33 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman grabbed a plate and a few waffles, hash browns, and eggs, leaving the bacon alone as he poured the syrup on the waffles and got himself a cup of orange juice before sitting down at the table. "Hello, I'm uh...Norman," he introduced himself to the others with a half smile, grabbing his knife and fork as he began to cut the waffles up. "Thanks for breakfast, by the way. Most people probably wouldn't feed an intruder food like this, I appreciate it," he told them.
After taking a bite of the food, he let out a happy little noise of enjoyment and put a few more forkfuls in his mouth, this was good, and it was nice not to have to be the one making breakfast for a change. Though, after this, he needed to go home, get cleaned up, call to see when his brothers would be back, and sleep for...well as long as he possibly could. He was still pretty tired, though the food did help wake him up.
He could also totally relate to Roland at the moment. When he actually got sleep, coffee was about the only thing that kept him going. He still remembered being polite though, as that was thoroughly drilled into his brain thanks to his mother. Plus...he had broken into their home...and was causing a complication they surely hadn't even expected, it was only right to be polite.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 16:47:19 GMT -5
"What were you reading?" Was this some kind of accident? Did this girl truly not mean to come here? It would explain the strange clothes. Then again, warlocks were crafty beings. It could be a ploy. How far would a warlock go to make all this work, though? It wasn't really the smartest plan.
"Be specific. Every single detail about the book, about how you felt when you were traveling." If this was an accident, she had to be sent back, but magic was tricky and exact. They would specific details to send her home. And, of course, this was not magic a fairy specialized in. That made all this even more tricky. Ugh, why did this have to be so difficult? Why couldn't Esme just listen to her parents for once and not wander around alone? Then this wouldn't be her problem.
That thought made the fire grow a little more, become more intense. Getting angry was definitely not helping. Okay, relax. Calm down. Get it under control. Little kids could do this, so could she.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 16:57:50 GMT -5
"You're taking all this very well." Olivia said. "Most people would have run for the hills. That makes everything a whole lot easier, and it's appreciated. The least we can do is make sure you're well fed." She came over and placed a cup of coffee in front of Roland. Then, she got herself a plate of food.
Roland finally lifted his head once there was coffee in front of him. He had some pretty intense bags under his eyes and looked as if he could use about another year of sleep. Coffee, after several minutes, did make him look.a little more alert, though and now that he was aware of his surroundings, he finally seemed to notice Norman.
"I thought we agreed that there wouldn't be any guests here?"
"Roland, he knows." Olivia's voice was quiet, nervous. This was it. How would he take it?
Roland dropped his head back on the table. "Tell me I'm still asleep."
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 17:04:54 GMT -5
(I have to go do barn chores. I'll be back provided I don't crash when I get home.)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 17:07:20 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 "Well, hey, now that I know I know there's such good food here, you might never get rid of me," Norman joked, finishing off his waffles in a matter of minutes and was about to start on the hashbrowns when Roland finally seemed to wake up properly and Norman took his napkin, cleaning his face with it before looking over at the other, giving a rather unsure half smile, poking at the potatoes. "So...hi, er-I probably wouldn't have snuck in before if I had known...I kinda assumed this place had been taken over by squirrels or something...I didn't know people still actually lived here," he explained.
Honestly at this point Norman felt like that was the best explanation he could muster up and so once he had finished talking, he faced his food and poked the hashbrowns with his fork, getting quite a bit on the utensil before shoving it in his mouth, and which he proceeded to do until he had finished off the hashbrowns too and started on the eggs, hoping that if he could focus on the food, he wouldn't really have to talk to him too much.
But of course he couldn't just keep quiet.
"Olivia told me the basics yesterday...I have to admit, I've got a ton of questions-well actually it's not that many, but uh...don't worry or anything, I'll be out of your hair after I finish breakfast," Norman added, figuring that he should get that out there. He did need to go back and he was sure that Roland and all the others would want him out of their business as soon as possible.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 17:07:36 GMT -5
🍉OOC 🍉 Alright Bee.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 27, 2016 17:08:57 GMT -5
"I don't know," Lucy replied, shrugging. "It was old, but so is every book in there. Written in script, though I couldn't make most of it out. It was too curly for my dyslexia to not fight it, you know?" She didn't wait for a reply, instead describing what she could about the book and the travelling experience.
"It felt like floating," she found herself saying. "But in reverse, kind of? I've already said, I fainted. It felt like that. The room was fading but then it wasn't because I was fading, and then I was here. Dreaming, because none of this-" she gestured wildly around her, finally pointing at Esme's hand. "-makes sense otherwise."
She pushed herself off of the tree, seemingly realising that Esmeralda wasn't planning on hurting her. The flames were growing but they weren't moving towards her, so she could only assume they'd stay where they were instead of attacking her. "Speaking of, how are you on fire right now? And why? You already have that sword?" She pointed to it, studying it carefully.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 20:59:12 GMT -5
He knew. This man, this stranger knew what Roland was. If he left, he might tell people. Others would come, surely, to see if the rumors were true. They'd get hurt, since Roland couldn't control the wolf. And then Roland, he would get taken away and that would cause more problems. It would be a disaster. Therefore, it was only logical for Norman to stay. But for how long? How long could he really keep someone here against their will?
Those questions were all pushed aside, though. He had no choice. He had to do this. It was the only way to stay safe, to keep others safe. Norman would hate him, but Roland was a monster. Monsters had to grow accused to others' disdain. It was part of life.
"I'm sorry," Roland did truly sound sorry, too. He sounded tired and sad and like he really did regret this, but what else could he do. "I'll have to insist you stay. It's the safest thing for everyone. It's the only way I can be certain you won't tell anyone."
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a long sip of his coffee before he continued. "I'm sure we can arrange to get you anything you might need. Any questions you have can be answered." He was trying, really hard, to be civil, to keep his temper at bay, to make things seem not too terrible for Norman though it certainly would not go over well. Getting angry would not help, though, he knew that.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 21:10:07 GMT -5
Warlock magic, almost certainly. But why? Why bring someone here who didn't belong? It couldn't have been easy, after all. No matter. Esme would just have to send the girl back. Get her out of fairy territory, don't let her have any information that could be useful to potential enemies, just to be safe, and send her on her way. Easy as pie.
Well, actually not really at all but she was not about to think of that. It was going to be dangerous and difficult but she could manage. Esme was a fairy. Fairies were powerful. Fairies could take care of themselves. At least, fairies in control of their magic could do all that.
Speaking of being in control, Esme flushed at the mention of her little fire predicament. No way was she admitting that she had no control of her powers and that was why she was on fire. Nope. No way. Not at all. Of course, that would be a lot easier if the fire hadn't decided to spend. Embarrassment, it seemed, made it worse and now the flames were curling protectively up her arm and around her body, hiding her from a danger that was not actually present. The only danger Esme was in was dying of embarrasssment.
"Because I don't know if I can trust you yet. You might be evil and I want to be extra prepared." It was a bit of a lame lie and Esmeralda could feel how hot her face was, on fire even without the heat.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 21:12:38 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman had just finished shoving the rest of his food into his mouth when Roland spoke and he swallowed harshly-nearly gagging but that wasn't the point. "Stay..." he repeated as it processed. "Stay as in...stay here? I can't do that. I have friends and family who I need to get back too, so...uh, yeah-I should probably go now..." Norman said, sliding out of his chair carefully.
Stay? No way was he staying here, and for how long were they talking? A few hours? A day? A week?...Forever? No, he simply could not stay. Norman had to get back to his friends and his family, he was supposed to be looking for a job, preferably one he liked, he was supposed to help out around the house, go to the coffee shop and listen to his friend play the guitar. He was not supposed to stay here and what...explore the house until he was permitted to leave? No. Norman didn't like that idea and so, he simply wasn't going to listen.
He pushed his chair back in place and glanced down at his socked feet. "I'm just gonna go grab my belongings and go, thanks for the food, it was nice to meet you all...and uh, find out that witches and werewolves exist, I mean...that's pretty cool, but now I really need to go..." He explained with a sheepish smile as he started out slowly, hoping they just let him leave in this case.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 21:27:10 GMT -5
"It's a very tough thing to be able to come to terms with, I'm sure. If you need space, you're welcome to it. I am serious, though, when I say you'll be staying." Roland got to his feet. "I would rather not have to lock you up in one of the rooms, so please, don't try to run off." Roland was tall and, though not terribly bulky, he did have muscle. If things got physical, he could certainly hold his own.
Not that he wanted it to come to that. He didn't want to have to live with someone absolutely despised him. Sure, Norman wouldn't like him either way but dislike wasn't quite the same as hatred. If Norman could just accept it, things would be much easier.
"It's too dangerous to let you go. I wish there was some other way for things to work but there isn't." He really did hope Norman understood why this had to happen. If he just understood, maybe he wouldn't completely hate Roland. Maybe, at some point, he could even trust Norman enough to let him go.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 21:38:28 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman stayed by the stairs, looking over at Roland with a defiant look in his eyes. "I'm not staying. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, but I am not staying here and there's nothing you can do that can make me. I got in this place, I can get out," he explained, folding his arms stubbornly. "Like I said before, I have people who care about me, if I'm not back when my brothers get home, things-they're not going to be good," Norman explained and glanced over to the nearest window.
He didn't need shoes, or anything else in his small bag...he could bolt for it-if it came down to it, although he would rather not have to jump out a window...and considering the door wasn't very close by, a window would be his best option. However if there was one thing he did know, it was that he was not staying here. Werewolf guy would just have to deal with it.
"Besides, what would I even do here? How long would I have to stay? Either way, I have to get back, and I really don't have any plans of sticking around. I only wanted to check out the place anyways...besides, it isn't like anyone would believe me if I told them anyways-not saying I would, but seriously...who would believe that you're a werewolf? No one-heck I hardly still believe it," Norman added, trying to talk his way out of this before it came to him bolting.
Sure some people mind end up curious and check it out-probably specifically around the full moon, but-he wouldn't tell anyone...even if he really wanted too, and he had never kept anything from his brothers, but hey...if he really wasn't supposed to tell, he wouldn't.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 7:19:28 GMT -5
The fire spread and Lucy frowned, noting that Esme was flushed - and not just from the heat. "Right, right, but it's not like I can actually fight back, is it?" she questioned, gesturing to what she was wearing. Her usual, simplistic wardrobe, skinny jeans and a fitted blouse with minimal accessorising. Not only would it be restricting in a fight, but there was nowhere for her to conceal a weapon. Certainly not one that would win in a sword fight. "The fire's just overkill if you ask me." She shrugged. "But you do you, I guess."
She was sure that Esmeralda wasn't being entirely truthful about the fire thing, but she didn't pry - she didn't want to know that everyone had the ability to wield fire here or whatever. That would be just another thing she needed to get over when what she needed to be focusing on was getting back home, however she was expected to do that. For the moment, though, it made most sense to see what Esme might do to help, seeing as she seemed to know a whole lot more about this than Lucy herself.
"So, if you're so sure this isn't a dream, what is it? And how to I get back if I don't do it by waking up?" she demanded, walking slowly towards the girl with the wings. She would heal from an attack as soon as she got out (maybe even dying would let her out, did people wake up when they died in dreams?) but she wasn't looking to put herself through the pain of being impaled by a sword.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 9:59:06 GMT -5
"As much as I would like to believe you, I can't. Not right now." Roland couldn't put any faith in strangers. It was a stranger that got him in this mess in the first place, after all. After that, how could he be expect to trust anyone he didn't know? Of course, it would be better if he did, just a little bit. He could hide his little issue pretty easily when it wasn't the full moon, and when it was, he could keep people away. He could have a normal life. He could have people over, keep suspicion off him, perhaps even find the person to break the spell.
But no, Roland refused to do that. He refused to live his life. Instead, he kept himself locked up in his mansion, refusing to go out, refusing to let anyone in, and now, here they were. He didn't like it, obviously, but he couldn't get himself to change. Besides, it had to be too late. Trying to go back to normal now, after all this time, it would just raise questions.
"You'll stay until I figure out some better way to solve this problem." When he was sure Norman wouldn't tell, or if he could figure out some way to make sure the man never said anything. Then, and only then, would Roland be willing to let him leave. In the meantime, Norman stayed put.
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to try to run. I can assure you I'll catch you before you get very far. Just make everyone's lives a little easier and accept it."
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 10:11:37 GMT -5
Looking at the girl, Esme realized she did have a point. She didn't have any weapons. Well, not any obvious ones. But, then again, she could have magic, or magically concealed weapons. So, the sword stayed pointed at Lucy, just to be safe. There was a war going on, after all. One could never be too careful.
"Getting you back won't be easy. It was likely warlock magic that brought you here, so it would take a warlock to bring you back. The warlocks, they don't live very close to here." They lived well outside the relative safety the land of the fairies provided. Esmeralda had never been to where they lived, never been outside her realm. She wasn't too sure she wanted to do that.
Even then, warlocks had different specialties. It would take one that knew how to transport between worlds to get her home, and boy was that going to be hard to do. What had Esme gotten herself into? Was this really something she could do? She couldn't even make this stupid fire go away.
"I'll bring you to the outskirts of the fairy land, then you'll need to find yourself someone else to take you to a warlock who can help you." There, that seemed like a good idea. Get the possible spy out of their home and not have to go on some crazy, dangerous adventure.
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