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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 21, 2020 21:21:01 GMT -5
SO BASICALLY
This is the rp page for Howell House. There's not really much to add to that tbh, we just kind of...rp here. Cool.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 21, 2020 21:46:09 GMT -5
Cataline Tudor Elder Vampire and Master of Grimbourne
She supposed it was a nice enough evening out.
Between the normally overcast sky of St. Sheadcross, and the rather late hour of the day, it was already quite dim outside. Enough for a vampire with no great love of the sun to poke their nose out early for a little bit of a change of scenery and a quick chat to the locals to confirm that one wasn't dead.
Well, maybe that couldn't be taken quite as literally.
As much as Cataline found it annoying to keep up the facade of breathing, it was rather crucial at this point in time, as she didn't want to ruin her walk with screams of "monster!" or "undead fiend!" or, perhaps the worst, "hey lady, why aintcha breathing?" from one of the village idio- err...the children.
And while she supposed this walk didn't have much of a purpose, in the long run, she was sort of hoping to run into her brother out and about. She hadn't seen him at the manor, which didn't mean he wasn't there, she supposed. But she figured it couldn't hurt to take a walk.
Besides, running into Azariah Lynch was about to be an interesting enough encounter.
The minister obviously wasn't her favorite person, but he was rather useful.
"Good evening, Father. Out for a stroll yourself?" |
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 22, 2020 21:46:18 GMT -5
Azariah Daniel Lynch
  human :: 32 :: male :: the church
An evening stroll in this town always found itself to be peaceful, Azariah supposed. He did his best to keep up the daily walk. It was never without the occasional day where he had to detour or was prevented from it, but he supposed that was the fate God had wanted for Azariah on those days.
It wasn't even that Azariah had minded more often than not. Those days were insightful and interesting, often leading him to spend more time with another resident of the town in some kind of small adventure. He recounted a time where one of the children had requested someone to help create little flower crowns and Azariah was not the sort of person to deny such a sweet request. It wasn't the only incidence nor the only kind of event to stop him, however it didn't change the fact than in any of those situation, Azariah had not once felt bitter about the interruption in schedule.
It was why even now, he found himself with a smile on his face as a familiar face breached his view. "Ms. Tudor, good evening to you as well," he greeted the young woman, "I am indeed, and I see you are as well."
It made sense after all, it was a lovely evening. While the sun may not be bright out in the sky, it certainly didn't detract from the calm, cool air. It was a peaceful sort of evening that would lead into a peaceful night as well, one where you could find yourself sitting outside your home and connecting yourself to God and the other good in the world. Albeit, at this point in time, it was merely leading up to a wonderful point.
"I don't suppose you would mind if I joined you on your walk," Azariah suggested. He had spent ample time with Cataline in general, something that needed to be fixed given Azariah's preference to be close with the community. Plus, a walk was still a walk, whether or not he followed his normal path or not. And one with company could often be enjoyable. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 23, 2020 20:02:19 GMT -5
Cataline Tudor Elder Vampire and Master of Grimbourne
Well, that was an unexpected -- but useful -- proposal.
Cataline hadn't left the safety and isolation of Grimbourne manor to exchange words with the Minister, but it certainly wasn't unwanted. It was always helpful to know what the holy man was thinking, whether he told her or thought about it, and then take that information back to her clan. It was also very helpful to be on his good side, have his trust. The less suspicion, the longer they got to stay here without slaughtering witnesses and fleeing in the night.
Plus, she loved the irony.
When she got back to the Manor later, she was sure that Conan and Temperence would love it too. An elder vampire, one of Beezlebub's own conspirators, "befriending" one of the holiest men in town. A true, Bible-thumping, God-fearing man of the cloth. The mere thought of the inner joke put a small smile on her face, the corners of her lips turning up slightly.
"Of course I wouldn't mind, Father Lynch. I just wanted some fresh air, and perhaps to find that brother of mine. You haven't happened to see him, have you?" The Tudor twins couldn't be described as "completely attached at the hip", but for the townsfolk, it was common to see one, and then the other, regardless. Not today, however, as Cataline had no idea where Conan even was.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Mar 23, 2020 21:15:03 GMT -5
Pierce Nightshade Seelie Noble
There was something about the evening air that called to Pierce, that kept her lively and wide awake at even the latest hour in the day. There was something in the inky black of the night sky, the burning, rolling, ever-bright fire of the stars scattered across it. The smell of the flowers floated to her, bringing a smile to her face. She loved flowers - obvious enough by the crown of cherry blossoms circling her head.
Her cat-like eyes were full of mirth and wonder, pupils blown wide in excitement. Had any human stumbled upon her,, they would have seen a normal girl playing in the trees. Granted, they'd probably think she was high as a kite, but Pierce couldn't really find it in herself to care. It wasn't like the local police could really lock her up - any Fae worth their salt could get out of a police department, and Pierce was especially capable in that field. She hadn't risen up to be a Seelie knight for nothing.
She did miss the Faerie realm, of course, but something about the human realm, and about St. Sheadcross specifically, kept her from going home. She'd been gone from the Fae for so long, she'd lost count of the years. Perhaps one day she'd return, but for now she'd stay here, watching over the Howell's and their orphans, and dance among the trees. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 24, 2020 20:19:04 GMT -5
Bébinn Le Fay Seelie Noble
Of course, Pierce wasn't the only one there.
The human world was fascinating, if wrought with the lies and deceit that plagued most of their kind. But there was a certain beauty to it, as if the world was caught up in a spell all it's own. It lacked the frantic and merry music that their own world rang with, but if you listened closely enough, you could hear a different tune.
The hunter watched the younger fairy for a moment, her mismatched eyes blinking curiously as she waited to see if the girl noticed her.
When it became obvious that wasn't about to be the case, she spoke up, "You've been gone quite a while, Nightshade. We were worried that perhaps you'd found your way into the sights of the church." Bébinn had her own opinions on why the church hated them, and it was rather infuriating to think about. After all, were her people not partially angelic? Was it not blasphemy to press an iron against one of the Fair Folk? They made no deals with the devils, caused none harm.
Bébinn shook her head slightly to clear her anger, bells jingling in the small antlers atop her head. "You've been watching the funny wolves and their family, though, haven't you?"
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 24, 2020 22:39:42 GMT -5
Azariah Daniel Lynch
human :: 32 :: male :: the church
Azariah took a moment to think. He was fairly certain that Cataline was the first of the Grimbourne Manor he had seen thus far today. And considering the time, he was beginning to doubt he'd see any of them for the rest of the day either.
Still, he had a question to answer, "Ah, I find it to say I haven't seen him thus far today," Azariah responded.
As he started to continue a bout around the town, willing to follow the lead of Cataline given she had seemed to be on a mission before they intersected, he tried to recall the last time he had seen Conan Tudor. Well, it wasn't coming to him off the top of his head, so he supposed he was rather useless in helping to determine a previous placement of the man.
"I suppose he left out into town earlier today then?" Azariah question. It was a mix to get some more information of the matter and out of concern. He was surprised that he hadn't seemed to warn his sister about where he'd be, but Azariah supposed that wasn't quite his business either. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 25, 2020 18:30:30 GMT -5
Cataline Tudor Elder Vampire and Master of Grimbourne
"I'm not too sure -- he's a little bit of a night owl." Generally speaking, vampires didn't have too much of a choice with that. The sun was their enemy, for the most part. So chances were, her brother took advantage of the gloomy day and maybe left a little earlier than usual. Or he happened to still be in the manor and she had just kept missing him, but she hadn't heard him, or his thoughts, in the general vicinity. "He probably left out pretty recently. Maybe he wanted to go on a walk, think about his music." While she had been looking for him in town, he could potentially be on the beach, or in the forest, or still in town. There were a lot of possibilities, but she wasn't particularly in a rush. She had all the time in the world, haha.
But maybe she shouldn't waste the precious time of the good pastor.
"You can come too -- but you don't have to, I honestly have no idea where Conan is, Father Lynch, and I don't want to keep you if you have more pressing matters." Although it would be a great opportunity. Who knew what she could learn from Azariah, if she just kept him talking? |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Mar 26, 2020 23:07:57 GMT -5
Pierce Nightshade Seelie Noble
Pierce didn't stop moving, looking for all the world as if Be hadn't surprised her. She had, of course, because the hunter had always been quieter than Pierce's heightened hearing could pick up, but Pierce was old, and weathered, and she knew how not to show her shock. Bébinn might be older, but Pierce was a soldier. It was in her blood to be impassive.
So, they'd been missing her. How long had she been gone? She wasn't sure anymore. The years in the human realm passed so differently to those in Fae.
"Hello, Bébinn. I didn't realize it had been so long, I apologize. Had I known, I would have visited sooner." She laughed at the thought that the church had caught her. "You know me, Bébinn. I've played tricks on half the Court and never been caught. The human church stands no chance." This was followed by a smirk, but it was obvious it was only for show. To underestimate the church would be stupid, no matter how ancient a Fae was. Humans were far cleverer than they were given credit for in the Courts.
"I have. They're interesting, don't you think? The wolf and his mate took care of me once, when I was injured. They allow me to visit, and the children are all nice so far. Even some of the Old Ones, the wolves and the vampires, visit them." Not even the Courts mixed like that, and there was only two of them. Pierce couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the Unseelie king, Carrigan. |
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Mar 27, 2020 12:00:14 GMT -5
Edgar Howell Let me be your ghost...
There were things in life that were boring, like chores and schoolwork. Those things in death would be liberating, the concept of having limited time made you appreciate every moment. The problem with that was that most people didn't realise this until it was too late. Edgar was one such soul.
Thankfully Howell house was alive with people, he'd seen them come and go, being the permanent fixture that he was, used them to entertain himself for a decade or two. It seemed on the quiet side this evening however, as he mindlessly floated through the room that passed for the house's library, moving objects for no reason other than he could. In his time as a 'young ghost' he hadn't been able to touch at all, he'd lacked the energy to do much at all. Now he was far more active and found great amusement in his paranormal hyjinx.
Incorporeal as he was he floated up, sprawling across the top of the tallest bookcase, using it as some form of bench where he could look down over the room. Perhaps he would get lucky and one of the members of the Howell family may come in and provide him with some entertainment. |
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Post by lillypopper on Mar 27, 2020 12:03:54 GMT -5
LEVANA GREENE Levana looked around the howell house. Her blue eyes scanning the yard around her as she walked up to the door. She opened the door and walked inside looking for anyone to talk with, be it one of the adoptees or Ephraim. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair pouting. "Where could they be at?" She flew through the hallways slowly peeking in to the rooms as she went by. She tilted her head and went back to the foyer since she didn't find anyone. She sighed and shook her head. " This is a first...." She said aloud. "Where could they all be at?" She stumbled a bit as she placed herself back on the floor and putting her wings away, she lost her balance slightly. She walked back outside and looked around at the woods. She sighed. " I dont want to go through the woods, but they may be in their hunting... I may just stay here waiting for someone to come back to the manor." She thought.
She walked back through the house and went to the library where she had often times found herself waiting and reading the many books there. She had read over half of the books in the Howell's library, she had half a mind to go out and buy new ones to bring back here for others to read if they had read them all like she has.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Mar 27, 2020 15:52:41 GMT -5
Edgar Howell Let me be your ghost...
Silence was an unusual state in the Howell home and it made Edgar antsy, it was usually only the smallest hours of the morning that it bothered him. There was something about the still of today was getting under his skin. Perhaps they had gone out and he'd missed them somehow, perhaps they weren't awake yet. That was Edgar's one rule, he didn't enter people's personal space without being invited in, or unless they had left the door open. He let out an exasperated sigh that would have sounded like a disembodied groan to anyone close enough to hear.
Somewhere in the house he could hear footsteps and sat up on his vantage point, crossing his legs. Someone was walking through, much as he had in search of company or entertainment. The door to library swung open creaking on its hinges, admitting a girl of slight stature. She wasn't directly a member of the family but Edgar had seen her around from time to time. Aware she couldn't see him he reached out, picking up a coin from the little stack he had gathered and placed on the top shelf. Waiting to see what she would do. Unsurprisingly she began to browse the shelves full of books, that was what most people did in a library. Biding his time, he waited until she was at a nearby shelf before dropping the coin. It clicked against the floor, bouncing a couple of times before settling not far from where she stood.
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Post by arexasaurus on Mar 30, 2020 17:26:22 GMT -5
Ayishah Amari Howell Howl House Werewolf
Ayishah wasn't too keen on the house after dark, it's why she always carried a candle with her. She didn't need to, it wasn't as if someone was going to jump out and take her. That's how it worked when parents died: no one really wanted to take in a child who was not their own. The Howell's did, however. Maybe that's what really made them special: the ability for so much compassion that resided in two people. They didn't care about her candle wasting, or general immaturity.
Which was why she was currently walking around the house wrapped in a cloak. She was cold, and she would've much rather stayed in bed where she had made a warm nest. Unfortunately, she had heard a noise. Whatever it had been scared her enough to leave the usual safety of her bedroom. She didn't want to be alone right now, and even if no one else was up, she could still read a book or sew. Something to take her mind of the noise until she got too tired.
If her plan worked out the way she wanted to, she would fall asleep with a book or embroidery in her hands. Until she decided on what, however, she would walk. She needed to make up her mind before sneaking into rooms. With the current time, she should probably be sneaking around the house as well but she didn't really mind. She was one of the youngest there, by a lot when compared to some of her siblings, but she still held herself to the same rules. They were of her own making, of course. This meant that if one of the other children in the house was awake, she could be awake too.
It was a rather non consequential rule, considering what some of the children were. Ayishah wasn't sure if Edgar could sleep, as a ghost, she had never asked. It seemed rather rude to ask if one could or could not sleep for eternity. The older boy was stuck in this realm. She had to shutter at the thought, never wanting to end up like that. She didn't even want the prolonged werewolf life. Not that she had wanted to be a werewolf at all, but it had happened and this is where she was now. She was lucky enough to have Father. The young girl smiled to herself. She wasn't sure exactly when Ephraim Howell had become Father, but she would always remember the first time she called him that. |
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Post by arexasaurus on Apr 2, 2020 1:26:31 GMT -5
Eldridge "Elder" Rowland St. Sheadcross Resident
If he was honest with himself, he didn't know why he had left his house so late. There was searching for giant dogs, and then there was just being stupid. It would be fairly simple to just wait until morning and look then. Much safer too. Then again, it's not like he had come here with the sole purpose to be safe. All in all, his goal was to find the wolf-dogs, take one, and then get back to the family farm. Not much else to it. He couldn't stick around for long, seeing as Delphia and Florine were waiting for him back home. Well, as far as he knew.
Only God himself knew if Delphia had actually run off with that Blakely ratbag. Eldridge shook his head, as if that would make the terrible thought leave. He wasn't one to focus solely on the bad. It wasn't as if St. Sheadcross was such a bad place to stay. He had met quite a few lovely people since his arrival. Could two people count as a few? Wasn't a few just a fancy word for three? He had met a couple of lovely people, then. On the other hand, he had also met a couple of unfortunate characters who he would rather like to avoid in the future.
All in all, it had been a useless few weeks. He hadn't gotten anywhere in his quest to find the megapuppy. His progress was lacking, so the current thought process was: what if megapuppy could only come out at night? It was fully possible, so the search had turned into a night-time event. Hence: the very unsafe trip around down at night. He didn't even bring a lantern with him, which was an even worse idea considering his terrible eyesight. He couldn't see anything.
So the actual success of tonight's plan wasn't panning out. if he were smarter, he would go back to his room and get a candle to bring with him. Unfortunately, he also could not see clear enough to know where he currently was. Luckily, he was not panicking. As an adult, he was being completely mature and stable. There would be no yelled panics for help. All he needed to do was recognize a house and he'd be fine. If he was lucky, he would find one of the people he met over the last few weeks. The biggest problem there was that he didn't remember their names. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Apr 2, 2020 5:19:58 GMT -5
Ephraim Howell Howell Patriarch
"Can't sleep, little cub?" Ephraim had also been woken by strange sounds in the house. One of the few perks about being forcibly turned into a rabid, man-eating beast? Heightened senses, which he found to be a complete boon when it came to the matters of defending his wife and children.
Not that Elsie and Braeden couldn't defend themselves. Fully grown werewolves, they were completely capable of ripping an intruder to shreds.
But Ayishah was a baby. His baby. One of the smallest of his children, and even if she didn't want to admit it, the sounds frightened her a bit.
Pausing to listen for a moment, Ephraim tried to decide where the sounds were coming from, and from whom. Their house was full of supernatural critters of all sorts, all of whom could move around at any time and potentially make spooky noises. "One of them's Edgar or Violet." He reported to his youngest daughter, cocking his head to the side and continuing to listen. Objects scraping, things clinking, that seemed more like the behaviors of their very own ghosts. Sounds the two werewolves would be used to.
But also...footsteps.
Ghosts didn't have feet. Well, they did, the man amended mentally, but not feet that made noises. They were light steps, but still heavier than a child's moving feet.
Then, a voice.
"Oh, for crying out-" The dark-haired man's eyes rolled, and he swore for a second he could see his skull. "You help one of the Seelie Court one time, and now they think your house is theirs." Granted, in certain cases, that was okay. He had a little boy, Grover, who was one of the Fair Folk. But Grover was, key word, a little boy.
Ephraim Bram Howell did not take in orphaned supernatural children, cast out from their own families where they no longer belonged, to also humor mythical freeloaders.
"Let's go see what she's getting into now, Ayishah." Sighed the clearly harried homeowner. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Apr 2, 2020 6:42:06 GMT -5
Bébinn Le Fay Seelie Noble
The Noble's mismatched eyes regarded the Knight's, laughter in them. Pierce had always been a source of amusement for the ancient fairy, and now proved to be no exception. "Careful now, Pierce -- don't let the good preacher hear you." Word had gotten to Bébinn that Sheadcross had a new pastor. How new he actually was, the woman didn't know, but he was new to her. "I figured you were safe -- just figured I'd try to find you while I was here myself." Bébinn was a frequent visitor to the human world, they struck her curiosity on more than one occasion, she just also had a tendency to come home very often as well.
"They certainly are an odd bunch, though, aren't they?" Ephraim Howell, his wife, and their children were also the source of a lot of Bébinn's curiosity, as well as her frustration. One of their own spent more time in the aptly nicknamed "Howl House", than they did in their own home. And that had warranted more than a few griped complaints from the patriarch himself. Alongside that, the hunter fairy regarded herself as a "fairy guardian" of sorts to one of the Fair Folk that the Howells had taken in -- Grover. "Did you happen to see Grover or Levana, when you visited?" |
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Post by lillypopper on Apr 2, 2020 10:16:18 GMT -5
Levana GReene--
Levana was searching for a new book to read when she felt like she was being watched. She looked around the library before she heard a coin drop onto the floor and she jumped slightly and turned to face the coin and hissed slightly. "Whos there!" Her eyes filled with anger at if someone was trying to take something from the howell family. She glanced around the library before flying up slightly to look above the shelves. She scanned the top before her eyes rested on the ghost of the house. She sighed and lowered herself back down onto the floor and put her wings away. "Don't do that..." She said shaking her head with a small laugh.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Apr 2, 2020 10:39:10 GMT -5
Edgar Howell Let me be your ghost...
Time passed in an unusual manner for ghosts, or at least it did in Edgar's experience. Who was to say that the experience was the same for every member of the spirit realm? Interactions with the living were perhaps the most grounding, you had to attempt to respond in their time and not in the difficult to explain time lapses that made up the rest of his existence. Most people got the feeling of his being there before he had even done anything, that prickling at the nape of their necks as hairs began to rise. He smirked to himself as the stranger began to look around, hunting for the source of her discomfort, jumping as the coin clicked against the floor.
The coin was old, probably as old as Edgar, if not older. One of the many shiny objects the poltergeist was attracted to and hoarded in his little hidden spots across the house. He watched her turning the coin over in her hands, crossing his incorporeal legs, mimicking a child sitting on the floor. She began her search for him, surprising him a little when she unfolded her wings and lifted from the floor, his hiding space no longer quite so hidden. When she came face to face with him it was clear she could see him, something that didn't usually happen unless he willed it. Her scolding tone only widening the smirk on his features.
"I don't think you should be here." He said in a sing song voice, cocking his head slightly to one side. Without a word he rose through the ceiling, vanishing from sight. A moment later he reappeared in the hallway, a short distance ahead of Ephraim and Ayishah, focusing his mind a little to give himself just enough form for them to see him. He stood for a moment letting them move closer.
"There is somebody in the library." That same sing song voice, clearly not concerned that there was a threat.
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Post by lillypopper on Apr 2, 2020 10:49:24 GMT -5
Levana Greene--
Levana rolled her eyes. "I am allowed to be here silly ghost." She told him shaking her head. She then looked over at where the ghost was and glared at him when he disappeared through the ceiling. She sighed and continued to look around the library. "He should be back shortly." She mumbled to herself as she picked up a book or two that she had not read and laid them on the table. The first one being a romance book, and the second book being a history about werewolves. She looked around the room before she walked out when she heard talking not far away from the library.
She walked out and looked around before following the sound of the Little ghosts sing-a-long voice. She muttered under her breath a couple curse words and shook her head. "I am allowed here.... I am basically family to them even though im about 50 years older then most of the people here.... besides that ghost." She said thinking back to when she first came to this house and saw the ghost boy. She remember hearing Ephraim say that the ghost came with the house when they first it.
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Post by arexasaurus on Apr 2, 2020 16:09:02 GMT -5
Ayishah Amari Howell Howl House Werewolf
"Noises," Ayishah explained with a nod. Of course he would understand why she was still around. She was fairly happy that there hadn't been any questions on why she was out of bed. He wasn't even angry with her, which settled her down a little. She was significantly calmer now that her father was around. The man would protect her, without a doubt. Being in her own house, she knew that she was logically, safe. But when it came to fear, logic wouldn't always solve the problem. Her emotions couldn't be stopped purely by intellect.
As he explained who was causing the disruptions in the house, a smile formed on her expression. She could always count on him to know exactly what was going on with everyone. Edgar and Violet weren't so scary. They were just the local ghosts, never changing and always around. Whichever it was, they were probably just doing ghost things. Maybe Violet would answer her questions about being a ghost. Ayishah peered up at her father, wondering if he would have the answers. He didn't exactly raise them, but they were still apart of the family. It was possible that the patriarch of the family could ask without being considered rude.
"But the house is Grover's!" The young teenager protested, then shut her mouth quickly. Father knew this, of course. He had to be talking about someone else. Grover wasn't just a Seelie. He was one of them, a Howell. As Father continued, he said she, not him, obviously not speaking of her little brother. "Sorry," She quickly added, looking down. "I apologize for my outburst." Her smile had turned into a line, however. The little boy was just a child, younger than even her. She wasn't nearly one of the older kids in the household, but she was older than him which meant she felt the need to protect him.
She didn't wait for him to respond, instead holding out her candle and walking towards the nonsense. Sure, an unknown noise was scary, but if her father was at her side, she would be fine. Besides which, it was less unknown now. All she had to do was remember not to give the Seelie her name. She could do that. She made Grover call her sister instead of her name. It was a simple enough task. What would she like to be called though? Certainly not werewolf. It was much too common, can could be in reference to many in the house. When Edgar appeared, she yelped. Well, that answered who had been making the noise.
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Post by CreamCrow on Apr 4, 2020 1:56:59 GMT -5
Azariah Daniel Lynch
human :: 32 :: male :: the church
Azariah hummed in response. He was accustomed to the lack of sleep during the night, however not nearly as frequently as the term 'night owl' may imply. He didn't want to risk ruining his ever so delicate sleep cycle, but he wasn't about to pretend as though creatures of the night didn't exist and weren't a risk to his health and the health of the town. No, the nights he chose to stay awake were for a purpose after all.
He couldn't quite imagine why else anyone would choose to stay awake into the night rather than be an active citizen during the day. It was what led him to make the following comment, "I hope your brother is aware the night can be a dangerous thing." Although, Azariah was aware it was less the night that was dangerous and more of the beings that lurked in it that could cause him harm. Werewolves, fae creatures, sorcerers (even if the latter two didn't quite adhere to the nighttime rules prescribed to others), and of course vampires. Dreaded creatures they all were.
He was willing to rid them all until his dying breath.
"I'd suggest he sees Dr. Foxglove for some kind of medicine to help him sleep if that happens to be a problem," Azariah continued as a suggestion. There was likely something they'd be able to concoct together in order to aid with such issues.
Still, the conversation continued onwards and there was other things to address. Such as reassuring Ms. Tudor that it was of no bother on his part if he were to join her on her search for her brother. "No, no. I have no pressing matters to attend to, and this seems like a good matter to keep myself busy." |
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Post by arexasaurus on Apr 5, 2020 23:08:51 GMT -5
Christopher "Conan" Tudor Grimbourne Coven Elder
Conan, for the life of him, did not know what he was doing on the roof of the town's Inn. In his defense, no one had been around and he just floated up without noticing. It happened sometimes. He couldn't control it, and he didn't necessarily want to. He wasn't his sister, he could not go out during normal hours and fly around. Humans couldn't see far in the dark, at least from what he could remember from his time as a human. Back then, it had been the literal dark ages, though.
Did that mean it was darker?
The vampire snickered at his own joke, then decided to lay back on the roof. There. Now there was no way a human would see him. Part of him wanted to see where his sister had scattered off too, but that would mean leaving the fairly comfortable roof. It was nice up there. The stars were pretty bright, shining above him. It was the only natural light source he was allowed. It made him question if it was not He who moved the sky, but the demons below. Why would He bring darkness? Conan hadn't been to church since he was a child, but he did remember a few things from the priest's teachings.
He had heard some new discoveries, from much smarter people than himself, but he hadn't read the material himself. Books were rather boring, and he'd rather spend his days with the other vampires in his coven. Being alone with a book seemed like nonsense. Sure, he had all the time in the world, but that didn't mean other people did. Not to mention, he couldn't be around people for more than five to ten years. Everyone got invested on why they didn't seem to age. Being forever young was fun, and it meant that he would be in his prime for the rest of his existence, but that didn't mean that life was perfect.
The fighting thing was pretty cool though.
On the other hand, he would prefer to know that people liked him for who he was, not just his influential aura. It was helpful, for when he had to convince a town to trust them. It meant they were less likely to call them demons when he let them live, which was his preferred method of drinking blood. Not that it mattered, considering Cateline's long list of dead bodies she's left behind. They tried their best to be subtle. Cateline's best was not perfect by any means.
Idly, Conan wondered who had gotten them kicked out of the various towns over the last six centuries. They both seemed to have a knack for that sort of thing. At the low sound of his sister's voice breaking through is thoughts, Conan sat up and focused more on the sounds around him. How far was she? Who was she with? Conan didn't want to interrupt them, but he did slide of the roof. If his sister was with a human, there was no reasonable explanation for him to be on the roof. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Apr 9, 2020 19:20:41 GMT -5
Ephraim Howell Howell Patriarch
"Calm down, little one." Ephraim tried settling his daughter down, shaking his head in response to her comment. He would never speak about Grover that way -- the little fella was his son, plain and simple. The fairy had wandered away from the Courts as a toddler, and by the time his people came looking for him, Ephraim and Elsie had grown far too attached. Bless Queen Morriganne, for allowing him to stay. The werewolf didn't know what he'd do if he lost any of his children. "I wasn't talking about Grover, I was referring to-"
Ah, yes. His ghostly son.
Edgar and Violet had been here since he and his wife had bought the house, but he'd basically taken the spirits in as children too. Sure, they were old, but they still somewhat had the minds of children. They were still children, to Ephraim.
"Is it that fairy, Edgar?" Contrary to popular belief, Ephraim wasn't Levana's biggest fan. The fae was pushy, and seemed to know no boundaries. Or sense of time. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Apr 9, 2020 20:20:29 GMT -5
Cataline Tudor Elder Vampire and Master of Grimbourne
"I do appreciate the help, Father." Cataline replied, giving a small smile towards the preacher. It had been...fairly easy, so far, to keep on the holy man's good side. Any suspicions at hand were generally easy to wave off. They didn't go to Lynch's church because they didn't practice the Protesant faith. Cataline made it her business to clearly be seen in the daylight, while Conan's natural affinity to their normal charm helped in tight situations.
When a spiritual challenge was issued, Temperence had it covered.
"I'll be sure to tell him about the doctor. We hardly have to go there, so it'll be strange asking for things." She admitted, being mildly truthful on the matter. Her coven was practically immune to the diseases that humanity suffered from, and a good thing, too. The vampiress imagined the hell that would be raised if, say, a doctor checked for their heartbeats...and there were none to be found. Awkward.
As they continued to walk, they had, in fact, come across Conan. "Staying out at night isn't good for you, Conan. The preacher even said so -- don't know what kind of trouble you'll get into." This was also sort of true, even if it was a bit of an inside joke between the Tudors. The night wasn't dangerous for her brother. Her brother was the dangerous thing in the night.
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Post by Kurai on Apr 10, 2020 6:49:51 GMT -5
Edgar Howell Let me be your ghost...
A small grin spread across his face as the two werewolves approached, his sudden appearance had made Ayishah yelp in surprise, a response that elicited a small chuckle from the ghostly figure. His attention returned to Ephraim as the older werewolf spoke, asking of their late night intruder.
"Yes, she says she's allowed to be here." He responded turning away and floating in the direction of the library once again. He followed the corridor this time, rather than vanishing through the walls, taking the route the physical beings would also need to follow. Fairies had been a relatively new development to Edgar's life. He'd heard about them of course, even been called one on a few occasions when he had been alive, but like most humans had no contact with the supernatural. Now he was dead it turned out pretty much every legend he had ever heard of was actually real and a lot closer to home than one might have thought.
He floated in to the library, once again coming face to face with the fae woman who had made herself at home.
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Post by arexasaurus on Apr 10, 2020 15:24:01 GMT -5
Ayishah Amari Howell Howl House Werewolf
The young werewolf felt her face heat with embarrassment. She shouldn't still be scared when the ghosts pop up, but she had let out a noise when he randomly appeared. At least Edgar had the grace not to comment on it. He did laugh, however. Ayishah found this rather rude, it wasn't nice to laugh at someone when they were afraid. She wouldn't accuse him of anything, though. She found it hard not to laugh at someone else's embarrassment herself. With that said, it was prudent of her to also realize their differences in ages. She was still a rather young child. He had been floating around for awhile, even though he was still a teenager himself. It made maturity rather confusing.
When her father asked about the fairy, her embarrassment only increased. She had been yelling at him about Grover when it hadn't had anything to do with her little brother. She couldn't help her familial bond. Sure, she was generally overprotective of her family, but the younger ones were different. As one of the younger members herself, she liked taking the responsibility of caring for the others. It helped her feel like she was really apart of the family instead of some stray that the Howell's took in. The elder Seelie was a different story than her own, however. It seemed that Father didn't like her too much.
Ayishah couldn't help the giggle that came after Edgar's explanation. "I would not say that allowed is the right word." She sent her father a smile, hoping to signal him that they were fine. She shouldn't have let her temper get the best of her. No one would ever complain about Grover, he was just a baby. A Fae who had a home at court and didn't fit the age category as one of the kids made things weird. In India, she remembered elder members of her family coming over, but they would always bring food and go home at the end of the day.
Holding up the candle higher, she followed the ghost into the room, pleased that he was following the laws of physical beings instead of ghosts. She didn't want to forget that she couldn't walk through walls again while blindly following incorporeal beings. It didn't happen often enough for it to be a problem, but the fact that it happened at all was awful. Once she could make eye contact with the fairy, Ayishah gave her a polite smile. "Good Evening, Levana." Good manners were imparative, even when dealing with people who caused ruckus in the middle of the night. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Apr 10, 2020 15:32:42 GMT -5
Ephraim Howell Howell Patriarch
Ephraim was a little less polite, frowning at the fae as he suppressed a rumble of annoyance. He shouldn't threaten people in front of the children, he didn't want to be a bad role model. He wanted to be a good father who taught his children to handle things without violence and anger. Even if that situation was a fairy who didn't know what boundaries were. "Levana," He started, still visibly less than pleased with her being there and not bothering to do much to hide that fact. "It's past midnight. Why are you in our house." He felt as if this was a fair question to start with, seeing that, even if she were a guest invited into this house, she shouldn't be showing up in their library in the middle of the night. Uninvited, this made things worse.
"I've asked you this before. Don't enter my home without permission. Isn't that some kind of Court rule anyway? Or is that a vampire rule?" Puzzled, and wondering if he'd gotten that mixed up, he waited for some kind of response from the fae as to the status of that. No matter her answer, she was still going to get an earful for breaking into their home in the middle of the night, he just wanted some more context to the situation. |
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Post by CreamCrow on Apr 13, 2020 21:07:00 GMT -5
Azariah Daniel Lynch
human :: 32 :: male :: the church
Well, finding Conan seemed to be an easier job than Azariah would have expected. Walking a little further on the road didn't always guarantee the person you were searching for would happen to be there.
Azariah greeted the young man with a smile, "Mr. Tudor, pleasure to see you this fine evening, but your sister is correct. I do not believe the night would be the best time for younger people like yourselves to be... well, spending your time."
Honestly, the young of this town should be spending their time in the daylight hours. Attending church, working on crafts and skills, not sleeping all day only to play in the dangers of the dark.
Although, he supposed it wasn't entirely fair to call the pair of siblings young of the town simply give they were younger than him.
His point stayed the same one way or another, however hypocritical it may seem of himself, given his own occasional stay of the night. But people should stay in the daylight hours instead of the night, as the only people in the night should be those looking to hunt down the monsters that chose to come out during those hours. |
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Post by arexasaurus on Apr 14, 2020 4:10:45 GMT -5
Christopher "Conan" Tudor Grimbourne Coven Elder
Although he didn't need air, even six hundred years didn't change his reaction to trying not to laugh. He sucked in a deep breath, holding in any physical reaction to his sister's words. Conan could not break his human character. No human man would laugh at this sort of thing. He couldn't smile, let alone laugh. Instead, he kind of just looked constipated. Whatever expression was on his face wasn't normal, at the very least.
"Hello Father Lynch," He nodded politely at the other man before turning to Cataline, "Sister." Conan finally cracked, a small smile bleeding over his expression. "I'm so glad you're in the safe company of the Father. Indeed, who can say what kind of evils lurk in the dark?" The vampire straightened his back, coming to his full height. Why his sister was currently with the Minister of the Church would be a question for later. Asking in front of him would just make them look suspicious, and even if Cataline heard the question in his thoughts, she wouldn't be able to give him her answer.
Night was the only time Conan could actually leave the house, which was why he had been out as soon as he could. He missed the freedom of walking in the daylight, with the warm sun on his skin. Then again, this was England, and it wasn't like it was sunny all the time. Cataline didn't have too much of an advantage. Conan was the one who usually got everyone to do whatever he wanted them to. He tried not to abuse his power, he really did, but it made feeding pretty easy.
Conan wouldn't dare use his abilities on a man of the Church, however.
For now, Azariah was safe. He didn't want to leave yet, so there would be a powerful need to keep suspicion at an all time low. His sister being at the man's side made him nervous, but he wouldn't say anything about it. Church folk were generally trustworthy, fear of Him keeping their actions pure. That's how everyone stereotyped them, however. Both his sister and himself still believed in the higher power, and they still killed people to survive. They had literally made a deal with the devil.
It was more of a demon, but still.
"I'm not that young, Father," Conan's smile had a placating tone more than anything, and he couldn't keep the annoyance out of his expression. He nodded to his sister, "She's worried over nothing. I was just meeting a friend outside the Inn." If anyone asked, they would say he had been seen in the area and confirm his story. No one needed to know that he had been on the roof, staring at the sky. It wasn't a masculine activity, and he needed to keep up this tough man act as long as people were worried about his wellbeing. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Apr 14, 2020 9:20:34 GMT -5
Cataline Tudor Elder Vampire and Master of Grimbourne
Cataline raised an eyebrow at her brother's thoughts, mildly amused. Why was she hanging about with the town's preacher? Because he was an invaluable source of information and the creator of a solid alibi. What supernatural beast would be bold enough to spend too much time in the company of the clergy, unless they raised suspicion.
She was, that was who.
The way she answered Conan's unasked question was discreet, sparing a short, disappointed look at his response to her "concern for his safety". "You should be! I've heard nasty rumors, lately, about things to be found around here." So that was where she was taking this. "Have you heard of anything unusual, Father Lynch?" She might not have Conan's uncanny ability to get his way, but people were easy to work, when you were determined.
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