The Raven’s Eye (Halloween jump in rp)

Alright time to get a starter up

Vilhelm Frankenstein

---

Vilhelm shook his head, taking his glasses off to clean them with a small white handkerchief. “No, I’m here on business,” he explained in a rather matter of fact way, the soft fabric brushing up against the large crack in his lenses as they cleaned them. He hadn’t ever been to London before, however not many people took an interest in his work back in his own hometown. People called him a madman, told him that his ideas went against the very nature of life and death, they were foolishly blinded by their ignorance and couldn’t see the pure brilliance behind his mind.

So of course when someone had sent for him, a long letter detailing how much they admired his work and would like to meet with him in London, well, how could he refuse?

Vilhelm Frankenstein

---

Vilhelm raised his brow, studying the man before him for a moment. Usually when he told people about his work, he was meant with...less than ideal reactions, however that didn’t stop him from leaning over the table, narrowing his eyes at him. “What if I told you I could create life?” He asked in a hushed voice. Frankenstein knew he could do it, already he had practiced on creatures beneath him with frogs and mice, he had even brought some of his creations with him to London to show off. However the real victory will be when his human was complete.

Once he could conquer humanity, there would be no denying his brilliance.

Vilhelm Frankenstein

---

He was laughing.

Laughing.

Far too many times, Vilhelm had stood there and listened to others laugh at his ideas, they thought he was foolish, thought he could never do what he envisioned, and when he proved otherwise they switched to calling him a madman.

Well maybe a madman was what he wanted to be.

Glaring at the other man, Vilhelm kept his gaze steady. “There is no reason to laugh, it’s not a joke, I can do it, I’ve done it before,” he told him defensively.

Vilhelm Frankenstein

---

He doubted him, just like everyone else did. Thought he was crazy, didn’t he? Didn’t think it was possible. But oh, Vilhelm would show him, he’d show them all, one day they were going to come crawling back to him, seeking his help and he would laugh and ask if they truly wanted a madman’s help. He’d still help them of course, after all, what is a savior if not merciful?

Keeping his gaze steady, Frankenstein got up from his seat, pushing himself up as he collected his things and put them back into his bag. “Come, I’ll show you, luckily for you I brought some samples for my soon to be business partner,” Vilhelm explained, gesturing with a quick nod of his head for the other man to follow him back up the stairs towards the rooms.

A typical night allowed Grey to sneak away from the Raven’s Eye without any distractions. He was usually the only one to still be out and about during the hours he was active during, or he just so happened to be the only true occupant within the inn at that time. Suffice to say, Grey was surprised to find that there was actually decent business here tonight, and for the people he couldn’t see he could pick up on distant voices or pick up peculiar scents lingering in the air. It was all very interesting, and his interest was beyond piqued. He wondered if he could get answers from Scarlet as it was clear she was up to something, but Grey only worked for her, beyond that they shared no such bond. Which was a shame, he supposed, as he was a wonderful friend to have.

Beyond all the new sights, scents, and sounds of an inn occupied with more than just him and the people he dragged into the place, there was one scent that caught his attention the most out of them all. It was a scent that made his nose wrinkle and his lips curl up in disgust, an unpleasant smell that had his skin prickle and gave him the natural instinct to drop everything he was doing and spring into fight or flight mode.

It was the smell of dog. It was always so distinct and sharp to him that there was no way he was imagining it, and as he entered the tavern part of the inn there was no mistaking who the dog was.

So Grey sauntered directly over to where the canine was sitting and, with a loud, breathy purr, he draped himself elegantly atop the bar near where the werewolf seemed to be brooding.

Pfft, typical werewolves, always brooding.

Grey stretched himself out as far as his lean body would go, half lidded green eyes looking at the other man in a questioning glance. ”Looks like you need more of a pick me up than just a few drinks. If the price is right, I can snap yourself right out of this sour mood you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Raoul Heroux

---

Raoul raised his brow, giving the man before him a pointed look, what exactly did he mean by that? Raoul had an inkling of an idea, though he prayed he was wrong. Finally, after what seemed like an uncomfortably long time to answer, Raoul spoke up. “I respect your trade, but I’m not really looking to pay someone for a good time,” he started, giving the man a steady look. “As handsome as you are-“ and for what it was worth, the man draping himself in front of Raoul was very attractive to the Frenchman. “I don’t condone paying for...your ‘affections’, so you should turn elsewhere for work,” he told him, gesturing vaguely outwards to everyone else at the tavern beneath the inn.

He was an attractive man, Raoul was positive he would find someone willing to pay for what he might’ve been offering, however Raoul was not going to be that man, besides he didn’t have a whole lot of money to begin with anyways and what money he did have, he’d rather spend on drinks.

A long, exasperated sigh escaped Grey’s lips when his offer was declined. Leave it to a werewolf to throw away such a thrilling experience as easily as tossing a leaf to the cold, winter breeze. Dogs were never any fun, either too stuck up for their own good or too dumb to tell their face from their rear end, but Grey wouldn’t hold it against them. They were out there trying to live their own life, and for as much as his opinions on dogs were lowly, he wouldn’t stop them from living their life so long as they didn’t stop him from living his own.

Grey let out yet another sigh, this one edged with a much more dramatic puff of air as he rolled languidly to his side, green eyes never leaving the werewolf’s face even as he moved. ”Ah, I see how it is, playing hard to get, hmm?” Grey purred. ”If it’s a game you want, a game you shall have, but why deny yourself the night with a handsome man such as myself, hmm? You even said yourself you find me handsome, and really, shouldn’t that be enough?” As the question slipped from his tongue he once more smoothly rolled over, this time laying on his back and looking up the ceiling. ”But I suppose such is fate at times. You deny yourself the simple pleasures in life, and I suppose I can respect that. Though tell me,” Grey paused to once again turn and look at the wolf, a curious glint deep in his eyes, ”what brings a man such as yourself to a place like this?” Grey already had a guess as to why this man was here, but he wanted to hear it from the canine himself, as if hearing the other man speak up for himself would satisfy that curiosity Grey had more than merely assuming why the werewolf was here.

A letter? Now this was interesting. Grey hadn’t heard of anything about letters being sent out, and he usually knew just about everything that happened in this inn - then again, if it weren’t for him then nothing would ever happen in this rundown place. Perhaps he would mention this to Scarlet later. Despite basically working for her he knew a surprisingly little amount about her, and what he did know he wasn’t much of a fan of.

But all that was something he could worry about later. Right now Grey was determined to keep his focus on the other man sitting at the bar.

”A rare illness you say?” Grey questioned in a silky voice, breaking any sort of personal space the other man might have by reaching out and caressing his hand against the wolf’s cheek. ”You don’t look particularly ill to me, but perhaps I’m just not aware of the symptoms if what you have is as rare as you make it out to be.” He let out a sigh as he pulled his hand away, once again looking up to the ceiling in a melodramatic way. ”Do you mind if I take a guess on your illness?” The feline inquired. ”I may know more than you’d think.”

Even if he was already sure he knew what ailment this other man suffered from, Grey was curious to see how he explained it, or if he would just come right out and say it, but Grey doubted that would be the case. This man seemed much too broody, too guarded, to come right out and say what was going on. If anything Grey could expect some sort of cryptic answer, a very roundabout way for this man to tell him that he suffered from the curse of lycanthropy.

The last thing this newcomer probably expected was for Grey to find his answer amusing. The feline lay there on the bar, unable to stop himself from snickering as he listened to what the other man had to say about his self proclaimed illness. ”Do forgive me,” Grey chuffed, a mrrrow rolling off his tongue, ”I shouldn’t find your illness amusing, but your description…” He trailed off and fell into silence for a moment, shaking his head as he worked on pushing away the laughter slipping off his tongue. Eventually he stopped laughing and propped himself up in such a way that he was holding his head up with his arms, legs kicking up in the air to complete the pose as if he were some lovestruck school girl talking about her crush, yet there was only a deep curiosity in his expression with the faintest hints of that laughter from earlier still traceable.

It wasn’t long before he broke the silence he had allowed to fall over them. ”Your description leaves me wondering if you suffer from some severe feminine problem,” Grey pointed out with a shrug of his slender shoulders. ”And if that’s the case, well, I suppose we have a few ways to cure that, some a little...less desirable than others, and some a little less permanent.” If it was a cure from Scarlet that he wanted then he would be encouraged to take the permanent route, and from what Grey knew of Scarlet then her preferred method of curing this could quickly prove dangerous.

It was way too easy to get underneath this other man’s skin. Well, Grey did like to imagine that he was just a natural at getting people flustered, after all, he was certainly a very peculiar person with a very peculiar attitude about things. It was why he had to stick around a place like the Raven’s Eye if he wanted to submerge himself in the ocean that was human civilization. Not that the Raven’s Eye was a bad place or anything, but it most certainly wasn’t a top tier place and wasn’t as grand as Grey would like it to be. But he supposed he couldn’t complain about his situation, he was lucky enough as it was considering not many places would allow somebody of his nature to stick around for long.

Grey was finding all this to be rather amusing, cute too. It was always entertaining to mess with a dog, but this man was especially fun to tease, and Grey actually wouldn’t mind keeping a dog around for once. ”Poor thing, couldn’t handle the first topic? It’s not anything to get worked up over, it’s just the way things are sometimes. But, if you are curious, I’m here because this is something of a home for me now. I got tired of my old life, you see, and found a new start for myself. Now I’m here, and it’s not so bad. I get to be who I want, and I get to do what I want, so what’s to complain about?” He shrugged and eyed the other man, now silently waiting to see what sort of reaction he was going to get out of him this time around.