Are we sure that's a doll? (Night and Scar 1 on 1)

(You can just describe as we go, I think the only thing I sorta want is a name, so that I can put it on the first post XD)

(PERFECT! Oh my gosh you have no idea the irony XD Give me one second and I'll post the seal I just finished making XD)

As I said, irony XD) 

(Um, I can start, or you can. It doesn't particularly matter)

(Alright XD I'm probably going to mostly use the original one from when I first did this with some minor tweaks.)

Walking down the streets of England always seems like a boring time, especially when doing it with a maid; but for some people, it is a reminder than you are still alive. With raven colored hair that fell down her waist, tints of silver and what appeared to be blue making her hair shine, and bright silvery blue eyes, you'd think nothing of this simple girl in her fancy gown of silver and crimson with silk white elbow length gloves. She walked with a grace and confidence that told all that she feared little, and wouldn't hesitate to order someone's death in front of her.

This strange girl was known as Serephina Dollson of Doll's Memories. At the age of sixteen, Miss Dollson had been engaged to a young man in the furniture business, but she was not interested in him, or anyone in particular. A year later though, when they were out trying to get to know each other, their carriage was attacked, and Seraphina Dollson went missing, her fiancee was announced dead at the scene. Mr. and Mrs. Dollson worried greatly for their seventeen year old daughter, but no word ever came about her, she was just, gone. Within those years, the Dollson line seemed to die with the death of her parents, but at the funeral for her mother two years after that, Seraphina Dollson reappeared out of the blue. She grieved for no one and promised the company would not fail because many young children loved the dolls they created, boys and girls alike. She returned to an empty home with many servants, but there was one that had mysteriously appeared with her, a maid. No one questioned it, no one got the chance to, for this was a demon maid, so no one ever really understood, but it was soon forgotten as Dollson Dolls flourished once again under the careful care of Seraphina.

Sighing softly, Seraphina glanced around the streets of England, her home, and her torment. She knew not where she was going exactly, only that she was walking around to enjoy a pleasant evening. Occasionally she would spot a group of children, one or more of them carrying a child's doll, one she knew was from her company. Sometimes the doll was an older model, one she recognized as the work of her mother, and sometimes it was a newer model, one of her own creations. "Scarlet, please make note that it appears as though the blonde hair models are seeming to be popular among the younger crowds." She said with a soft voice, one that many often mistakes as that belonging to a child. "Hopefully the Queen will give us a decent model to work with upon her next request." She added, thinking about it.

(It might take me a minute to read, but it's fine XD)

Seraphina hummed softly as she strolled down the street, watching the carriages on the road take people to different places. She watched the different faces and appearances of the people that they moved past, as if she was analyzing them, plotting something that was likely less than desirable for them. Her fingers twitched to return to her workshop, to craft a new doll to place on the shelves of the stores around England, but alas, she did not have the main component she needed as of yet. For now, her only desire was to create dolls to rival those that her mother made, though her own methods of creating them, were something that her mother would frown upon.

"I do believe so. If sales drop, then we will pursue a new appearance, one that may soothe the savage beast that is the children of this place." She explained, thinking about it. After some time walking, she came to a stop in front of a store front, which belonged to her own company. She looked through the window to see her own reflection staring back at her, asking her why she went about such a gruesome method to create her dolls, and yet her only answer was always the same. I do not have the talent that my mother possessed, so to mirror their image, I must create my own method, no matter what the cost or pain is.

Beyond the reflection that questioned her so, she stared at the newest addition to her collection. This doll was that of a young maiden with long cocoa colored hair that fell to the table, bright brown eyes staring into nothing. She wore a delicate white and blue dress, and her skin was that of a typical porcelain ivory. Seraphina smiled lightly, remembering the person that had been the 'inspiration' for said piece. A murdered a few towns over, his cocoa colored hair had been cut short, but the color was so perfect, his brown eyes wide as he begged to be released. She could still hear him crying and begging, even as his life was placed into that of a female doll.

"I wish her majesty would give us more female models to use..." She mumbled under her breath, watching as a woman bought one of the dolls that was produced by her mother.

(It's fine XD)
(Don't worry about it. To be honestly, I normally rp one to two liners, sometimes a paragraph. So this short is actually pretty long to me)

Seraphina glanced at Scarlet before sighing softly, "No, I promised her I wouldn't take anymore random models after that missing person incident last year." She muttered, remembering the last time they had done so. The woman had been beautiful, her light colored hair and dark eyes simply that of myth, and she had been wearing clothes that fit a beggar's wardrobe. Little did Seraphina know that the girl had been a runaway from a noble family.

She turned away from the store and started down the street again, her eyes on the mansion that was just outside the side, where she lived. Well, it was smaller than most houses that belonged to Earls, she had fought to keep the property, to keep her servants and her home. Being the only child of the family, and a woman, it was more appropriate that she should marry into another house, but she had refused to do so. It was not a pretty sight to watch the noblemen fight over the issue. She promised she would show them though, that even a woman her age could run an entire company, and so she had done so. She lost contact with any friends she had as a child, and devoted her entire being into what she did, both as a doll maker, and as the Queen's new Guard dog.

"Oh yes, that reminds me. Before you go requesting for another mystery to be a solved and a new model to come with, have you heard from Mister Jonas? That slimy man should have been in contact by now with reports of the last case we finished." She said, thinking about the dealer. He wasn't a pleasant man to deal with, and he certainly wasn't in good businesses, but he was good at keeping secrets, and hiding what needed to be hidden.

Seraphina glanced over at her and smiled lightly, "I believe I will be fine Scarlet. If you wish, on your way stop by the house and have Mira meet me on the way." She said, unbothered by Scarlet's plans to meet with Mister Jonas. Really, anything the demon did seemed to fail at fazing the young woman, her silvery blue eyes keeping to the path in front of her. "Try not to scare him to much. While he is an unpleasant man, he still has some uses being alive. There is only one use for him in death." She said, clasping her hands together in front of her, thinking about it. She had several designs already mapped out for the day when Mister Jonas was no longer of use to her, though she had yet to decide which one she liked the most.

Her thoughts then strayed again, thinking about something she had been told while Scarlet was with the other butlers and maids of other noblemen. It had been a meeting just a week ago, and they had been discussing usual noble banter that Seraphina did not care to listen too. One comment had peeked her interest though, and not in a good way. One of the noble had suggested holding a party, a usual get together for nobles all around, but he had specifically suggested the party being held at the Dollson residence. Seraphina had protested, claiming she was far to busy with work to hold such an annoying event. Then she got the lecture about working to hard for a woman, and she nearly threw a newly filled teacup at the noble's head.

Seraphina watched Scarlet go, interested in the way that she simply disappeared into the crowd without anyone noticing her to be there. "I shall never understand you demons." She muttered softly, shaking her head as she continued on her walk down the road. She continued to think about this party she was suppose to host, to which she didn't even know how to begin. She remembered a couple parties and balls her parents had hosted in the past, but that didn't mean she paid attention to the prep work.

Mister Michael Jonas was busy working in his office at his small townhome. This was only one of his residences, considering her worked in many places, this is where he stayed when he was working in England. Currently, he was yelling at one of his butlers, who had apparently overbooked him for different jobs.

Jonas sighed softly as he looked at one of the maids, who informed him of the visitor, but did not tell him who it was. He glared in annoyance before he started out of his office, occasionally snapping at an employee or two for something they did or didn't do. "Look, I don't have time for any complaints right now..." He started to say before he walked into the room, his voice booming with a more Scottish accent. When he stepped into the room though, and finally spotted Scarlet, he stopped and stared, before looking around nervously. "Y-Your Lady isn't with you today?" He asked, walking further into the room, but seeming to also avoid Scarlet at the same time, shaking his head as he tried to clear it. "And what do I owe the pleasure of your visit too?"

"Ah no, my butlers simply made a mistake and over booked me, that is all." Jonas said, running a hand through his short cut, greasy blonde hair. He looked around before walking over to a maid and started talking with her quietly about the files. "My apologies to the Lady about her files. I know I sent them out just the other day. Give me a few minutes to track down who I sent them with." He said, disappearing down the hall, his voice booming at different servants.

One of the maids walked over to Scarlet and bowed her head, "I'm sorry about all this Miss Penn. As of recent, many of Master Jonas's files have been reported missing. You are not the only one who has come her to complain about it in the last month or so." She explained, looking back towards where he had disappeared.

"Oh no Ma'am! We would know if he was simply misplacing them, as he often misplaces his keys and hat." The maid said, her eyes wide as she looked at Scarlet. She glanced around quickly, as if afraid of someone hearing what she was saying. "We suspect someone has been taking them for unknown reasons. We don't know who yet, but there has been speculation that it is one of the other maid or butlers, likely one of the new hires." She explained, seeming nervous about this conversation. When she spotted Jonas, she stepped back to where she had originally been.

"I must apologize Miss Penn, it appears though the files have been misplaced during transit. If you give me about two days time, I will have the file rewritten and transport them myself if I must." Jonas said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked around the main room. He seemed pretty calm about the files being missing, but then again, it wouldn't be a surprise that he may want to keep such information to himself. If it was an inside job, he'd deal with it himself, as it was known he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.

Jonas nodded to that reply, "I understand well about busy schedules," he said, looking back up at Scarlet as he spoke. He turned away from her and started to walk away, thinking about something. "Worry not, everything will be back to the way they were shortly. Now if you will excuse me, I have other business I must attend too before the day ends." Jonas said, distracted by something, though what he was distracted by it was hard to tell. He was a many of many hobbies and businesses, always into something and everything. While most days he was just an information broker, Seraphina often only used him for the, darker, sides of manners.

(Yep) (Dang it....My computer crashed and I lost my post...)

Seraphina sighed softly, sitting in the dining room of her home. Sitting at the head of the table, she leaned back in her chair with a newspaper in hand, reading the local new for the day as she usually did. In finding nothing of interest or importance, she set the paper down and looked around at the room, where she could see the many maids and butlers hard at work keeping the place nice and clean. Thinking further, she sighed heavily, "How did mother and father hold such events? The mansion appears so small compared to most..." she muttered to herself, shaking her head.

(yeah...I was hoping it saved in drafts, but nope! It just went poof! Not the worse time it has happened, but because two of my keys are broken, it takes twice as long to type a single sentence.)

Seraphina appeared unfazed by Scarlet's sudden appearance beside her, instead only tilted her head to look up at her. "It helps that they probably weren't as pressured to hold these bloody events." She said, tilting her head back and closing her eyes to think about what to do. She could continue to push this event back until those irritating nobles forgot about it, as she had been doing for the last several months. Then she thought about the surprised looks on their faces, wiping away the smug grins they always had on their stupid faces when they were proven right about her incompetence as a noble. She hated that look on their faces, the ugly men that thought they ruled the world, when in fact their leader continued to be a woman to this very day.

Without warning, Seraphina pushed his chair back from the table and stood up, her hands slamming into the table that she had been standing out. This action, though not uncommon, still startled many of the already startled servants, who went from staring at Scarlet to staring at their master. "I will not be looked down upon as some incompetent fool who doesn't know her place! We will put all those mutts in their places and show them what a woman can do!" She said, her silvery blue eyes cold, her gloved hands curled into fists against the table she sat at. Turning abruptly, she started out of the room towards her office, "Mira! Get me all of mother and father's old files for event hosting and take them to my office. Scarlet, outside of jobs for Her Majesty, clear my schedule for the rest of the week." She added.