House of Dracula
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				Title: <strong>House of Dracula</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 13:07:26</strong>
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				Approved characters only, please (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216135.0). No set posting order or requirements other than adding (colored callouts) when acting/reacting to a specific character for easy scanning. <br><br><strong>Setup<br></strong><br>It had taken years of planning and hundreds of millions of dollars to pull off, but he’d managed it gracefully. Dracula was not one to take moving across the world lightly, after all. The new mansion, dubbed by some “The Castle” despite having no resemblance to one, was a spectacular example of indulgence. Set in a sprawling, private area just within the borders of Los Angeles and close enough to the heart of the entertainment industry to be within an easy jog (for most supernatural beings), the estate was beautiful by any standard.<br><br>The twenty foot tall, corrugated and silvered iron fence that surrounded the nearly hundred acre property hemmed in a small forest of trees – ones perfectly suitable for relaxed hunting – and the area was stocked with what game the forest would support, including some deer an boar. Within those thick, protective rings were other, more subtle ones: a hedge maze here, a gurgling brook there, multiple concealed nooks and crannies perfect for talking business or anything else, and so forth. All of it led to the manicured grounds and the massive, multi-winged, multi-tiered building at its center. Less a castle and more of a resort paradise, the home was built to standards from early in the 1900s – a mixture of ranch and planation-styles, with wide, meandering hallways, high-vaulted gathering rooms, and a number of pools and other attractions to satisfy any guest. Anyone living or visiting the estates knew to expect every luxury to be found in one area or another.<br><br>Oh, and to top it all off, the whole thing had been laid out and implemented by an entire <em>coven</em>of powerful witches. The soil came from sacred burial mounds, the trees from forests that grew over rich deposits of silver, the fence constructed of metals found in holy places or from meteorites. All of it, every “natural” inch of the place had been carefully coordinated to contribute to the enchantment that made the Dracula estate unique in all the world: here, supernatural creatures of all types and temperaments could be safe. Here, vampires – even the most vulnerable ones – could walk in daylight without consequence. Here, werewolves could eat using silver utensils without growing sick. Curses and illnesses that existed as a consequence of simply being alive were likewise alleviated – provided the individuals so afflicted remained on the grounds, of course. Some even speculated that the waters flowing through the fountains had a rejuvenating effect, reducing the impact of age and time on those normally susceptible to it. Thus, even mortals could benefit from visiting the estates. <br><br>Not that mortals would need much of a reason; during its construction, the estate had become the subject of tremendous rumor and speculation. When whispers started that one of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the world was moving in and installing all manner of eccentric entertainments, the locals had been piqued. Humanity did not know the nature of the supernatural, or who Dracula and his family really were, but that didn’t matter. Wealth, power, and an aura of discrimination were all it took to spread rumors throughout the valley.<br><br>And now the place was opening its doors, allowing visiting supernaturals and some mortals past the guard houses that maintained the places’ privacy.<br><br>(All)<br>The call had come out just two weeks prior: Dracula, king and father of the line of vampires, sometimes diplomat to the larger supernatural community, was going to host a party that led up to All Hallows Eve. For the next seven days, culminating with the night itself, his estate would be open to all supernaurals and approved mortals. The revelry would be unparalleled in all the world, with debauchery and feasts and distractions aplenty. And, on top of that, anyone interested in joining the estate as a temporary or permanent guest would have access to Dracula, his brides, or his staff members with which to request residence or seek favors. <br><br>It was to be *the* event of the decade, if not the century, and this was the first day.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Notes on posting your intros</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The events start on noon on Friday, the 24th.&nbsp; Feel free to open with a post that takes place anywhere from noon until midnight – though it might be best to coordinate with previous posters, just to be on the same wavelength. The estate is protected (with guards at the gates, cameras, and spells to prevent interlopers) and a veritable army of serving people (including a large number of Renfield types) maintain the grounds. Dracula is not around when the party starts – he’ll have a grand entry, no doubt – but everyone is free to come, claim a room for the party, and mingle. Guides and, if one is lucky, a Bride might be around to assist lost guests. Feel free to explore the space, introducing yourselves as you see fit and mingling to your heart’s content for a few posts. </div></div><br><div align="center"><strong>Political Details</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">For those interested in politics, Dracula has been in seclusion – taking a passive role in the world for nearly seventy years. As a result, the supernatural community has fragmented away from the enigmatic father of vampires. New types of vampires, werewolves, and perhaps even other special beings have evolved in the shadows of stories of the man and his family, all without meeting (or being given reason to fear) the man. Recent events represent a huge political, financial, etc. opportunity for supernatural beings of all ages and types. Mortals who have managed to somehow receive an invitation (due to prestige and raw attractiveness), are probably more aware of the prestige and uniqueness of the event – though not necessarily. It is possible that some, particularly special, mortals have been made aware of the real supernatural world and invited to attend for other reasons. <br><br>In terms of the relationships of the overall supernatural community (werewolves versus vampires and so forth), use typical lore balanced with what makes the story fun for you. Werewolves don’t like or trust vampires – that definitely does not mean that the two don’t share common interests and cannot be allies. <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 18:52:49</strong>
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				(Anyone)<div style="text-align: right;">Current Attire: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://s28.postimg.org/sl67p0lhl/dress.jpg) (http://postimg.org/image/sl67p0lhl/)</div></div></div><br><br>Elizabeth was very nearly late for the beginning of the festivities. She always made an attempt to be present from the start of social occasions because in her mind it was what a good hostess did. But the Devil really was in the details and she had been briefly delayed by last minute emergencies; like the caterer getting stuck in traffic on the expressway because they had left ten minutes later than they ought to have. Traffic on the expressways in Orange County were positively murderous, especially during peak hours (morning commute, lunch time on weekdays, evening commute, and Friday night commute to Las Vegas). She was simply pleased that the mistakes had not been on their side of the planning, but rather someone that was from the outside.<br><br>Yet, at last the caterer had arrived and she had ushered them into the hall and kitchen where they could set everything up. That had all occurred at just before 11:00. It was much too close for comfort but, at least it had come together before any guests had arrived.<br><br>Now she stood in her dressing room, her dark eyes watching as she wove the golden cord of her belt through the loops that linked it together so that it would hang at exactly the center of the lower half of her torso. The dress was made mostly of satin with an orange top (her nod to the encroaching holiday) and a figure-fitting flat gold skirt, the two joined together by the broad shining gold of her belt. Her hair was platinum blonde, almost white, and very long. She had most of it swept up and pinned in loose-falling curls, and let the rest fall in a long stream down her back. The only make up she ever wore was a thick black mascara that she used to enhance the night-time darkness of her eyes and a lively blush on her cheeks. <br><br>At last she was satisfied with the look and so she turned from the mirror so she could sit down and put her shoes on. Once that task had been completed, Elizabeth abandoned her dressing room and entered the main portion of her bedroom. It was a charming room that showed she had a taste for warmth due to the colors she had chosen - browns, golds, and a splash of burgundy - and she enjoyed classic art. <em>Here there was a large painting of a little girl with flaxen curls in a white night dress. She had wandered into a field at night when she was supposed to be sleeping and therefore couldn't see the yawning hole that was obscured by the tall grasses. Behind her there was an angelic figure a look of concern on their face and they were pointing towards the hole in apparent hope of warning the little girl.</em> Ironic, perhaps, but she had it there none-the-less. She admired it in the familiar way that anyone who had art in their homes did when they had already seen it a hundred times before as she sprayed a subtle mist of perfume between the "v" shaped split in her neckline.<br><br>Finally Elizabeth exited her room and shut the door behind her. She smoothed her hands over the soft, warm fabric of her skirt as she began to walk down the stairs, one hand rose and came to rest ever-so-gently on the banister as she made her way down. She could smell the food the caterers were finishing up. Such smells had no appeal to her any longer, they hadn't in a long time, but when one opened their doors to all creatures, one must make preparations to provide for them all. Stepping onto the landing, she took a moment to fuss with one of her earrings as she let her eyes sweep over the expanse before her. It was a vast change from the ancient, stone fortresses in Europe. The oldest building in the United States was perhaps barely as old as she was. There were many differences in every facet imaginable between the two continents. Admittedly, Elizabeth felt she missed it all so bitterly. But one must flow with the winds of change or risk being left behind when it was all said and done.<br><br>She didn't really like Americans. That was a broad and perhaps unfair sweep, but they were spoiled, selfish, nosy, and many of them could not form a coherent sentence without tossing in some vulgarity or another. It would take time and patience. Elizabeth had plenty of it to spare.&nbsp; For now, she turned her attention to plucking at little details as she waited for the guests to begin arriving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 20:41:27</strong>
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				(Elizabeth/Arya Grace)<br><br>As Elizabeth strode from her room and into the throng of caterers, servants, and guards who made the new estate both safe and comfortable, one of the Renfields* - a young, handsome man perhaps twenty, approached. His large, dark eyes reflected awe and innocence that bordered on stupefaction as he approached the powerful woman. <br><br>Extending a tremulous hand, he passed the Bride a letter written on old parchment, the red seal that of twin fangs on an ornate family seal. Dracula’s own. Although Dracula could have communicated with any living vampire telepathically, sometimes he held to the old ways and being formal with a woman he’d known for three hundred years, but not seen much for nearly the last fifty of that, clearly felt appropriate to the ancient creature.<br><br><strong>The Letter</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Darling,<br><br>I apologize for my extreme reticence of late. Working on this project has been daunting, to say the least. The witches have a way of extracting milk from stones and the costs associated with having such powerful beings aide in my designs sapped me greatly. As a result, I may not greet our guests tonight. It depends on how well I feel. Tomorrow is a certainty though. Would you mind being my face to throng?<br><br>As an aside, I have been told that a mortal woman has discovered our move to this place and that there are arrangements for a private meeting with me. I suspect that either she, or some power motivating her, wishes to form a romantic entanglement with me. If you see a striking redhead by the name of Arya Grace, feel free to take her under your wing and assess her as you see fit. <br><br>In the meantime, please enjoy availing yourself of our new home. You know that I will always love you and place all trust in your diplomatic skills. <br><br>-&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;D<br></div></div><br>With that delivered, the servant remained poised to answer any questions or obey any orders that the mistress of the house should relay.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">*In case it isn't clear, Renfields are humans who consume vampire blood without being near death. These beings are exceptionally long lived, strong, fast, resistant to damage, and so forth. They are slavishly bound to those who feed them, however, and eventually (over a hundred or so years on average) degenerate into worthless husks. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 02:28:04</strong>
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				<strong>(Setup)</strong><br>The air was especially tense on this night. Her master was fiddling with most everything in reach. No, he was not her master, he was a weak creature of darkness. <br><br>Ignatius was his name.. He was an ancient vampire though he passed for&nbsp; an attractive man no older then 40. That is what he wanted her and every other mortal to believe. Arya discovered his falsehood shortly after being hired on as his assistant. <br><br>They lived in San Fransisco in a great estate secluded from the main roads. He was searching for an assistant and the job offered housing... The foolish mortal was eager to accept the role- for she was in grave debt with her student loans. A month into her employment, the red headed beauty grew curiouser and curiouser of the master of the estate.. Investigating, exploring, and her damn stupidity trapped her into ever lasting servitude. <br><br>Ignatius was a vampire and as he liked to say.. A collector of beauty. He had many lovely and ancient treasures but now, she was one of them. Occasionally he fed from her but other then that... She had to resume her duties as his mortal assistant. <br><br>A year now since her entrapment had passed and Ignatius was now worrying over a new vampire- no!- an old vampire.. <br><br>Dracula. <br><br>"He is not a myth?" Arya insisted, truly amazed by all she had learned in her year of serving. <br>"There is no such thing." Ignatius laughed at the meek mortal. <br><br>Arya was annoyed by his treatment of her. She would kill him someday for enslaving her. She had tried to run once but during the day but the wolves that guarded his estate scared her back inside and by some mystery, Ignatius found out about her attempt to flee and punished her with a beating. Another reason to loath him and all vampire creatures. <br><br>Despite Ignatius's cruel temper, he was a respectable man.. She learned more then she ever thought possible from his stories and she had to be thankful for that. <br><br>"Arya. Come out now." A roar from two doors away demanded. Frustrated, Arya walked out in a huff with her new dress on and her hair re-styled for the fourth time. <br><br>"Does this please you?" She demanded clearly annoyed to have changed her hair, her makeup, and outfit four times now. <br>He circled her tucked away loose strands she could not see with her mortal eyes then nodded. "Good." He finally settled down.&nbsp; <br><br>Arya Grace wore vey little makeup, a neutral pink lipgloss, mascara to enhance her lashes, and a shimmery eyeshadow. Her dress was deep burgundy red and she wore a nude heel. We red hair was pinned up in loose curls fashioned in a stylish updo. Elegant yet alluring was how Ignatius wished to present his gift. <br><br>He handed the letter with his seal on it to the girl. "Give this to the master of the estate. If it has been read-" <br>"-yes, he will know because the seal is broken." Arya interrupted him, clearly annoyed. <br>He rewarded her with a slap across the face for her impetuous attitude. "Do not act this way to Dracula." He warned her sternly. "Be kind to him and to his brides. I hope you may be one. Dracula is a friend. A respected man. And you could make a fine bride to him." <br>Arya made a disgusted face and turned away "I loathe you. And I will never drink blood the way you creatures do."<br>Ignatius tossed his head back and laughed. "I wish I could come to watch you make a fool of yourself. Provoke the wrong vampire and it may end your life." He chuckled and sent her off. <br><br>With the letter in hand, and her luggage in the trunk, she slid her slender form into the back seat and waited for the driver to deliver her to Dracula..<br><br>Arya would be a fool to say she was not afraid.. Yes she was nervous. She only knew one vampire and now she was to be given to a most powerful vampire and meet more vampires at this party... Dracula brides would be there too- ugh... A bride. That is what Ignatius wanted her to be. If Dracula did not want her then he could send her back to serve Ignatius. If he did want her though.. She may live eternally with strangers she would "learn to love"- as Ignatius put it. <br><br>"Burn them all." Arya muttered under her breath as she was taken to Dracula's estate. <br><br>(To Dracula) <br><em>My dear friend,<br>We have been in touch for some time now and I regret to say I am unable to attend your party for personal matters I must attend. I welcome you to California and offer my assistance in any way during your time here. <br><br>We have spoke of Arya Grace, a most impetuous and headstrong young woman I have come to find most useful. I offer her to you as a gift. She is a handful at times but I quite liked her streak of defiance. Should you find her company unpleasant, I will accept her back and do apologize. <br><br>Your friend,<br>Ignatius</em><br><br>(To Elizabeth) <br>Arya woke to the car throwing her body forward but the seatbelt holding her back is it came to an abrupt halt. Groaning from the rude awakening, she peered her head out the window to gaze upon a great estate. "Wow..." She finally said. It was nicer then Ignatius's! <br><br>Was she the first to arrive? It felt that way... The driver opened the door for her and escorted her up to the grand doors of Dracula's estate. Knocking on the door, Arya fidgeted nervously, her eyes surveying every inch of what she could see. <br>"There is no escape." The driver reminded her harshly- a mortal himself. <br>Annoyed, she returned her attention to the door as it opened. A servant greeted them and she stepped in feeling rushed by the driver. He was clearly ready to leave. Annoyed, she wondered off to let them deal with her situation. With the letter still in hand, she walked out to wear the party would be and noticed a most enchanting beauty... Her hair was like hold and her body showed no marks of distress. She had to be a vampire.. And being the only other person here, she assumed this woman was a Bride of Dracula's. <br><br>Arya stepped back nervously and of course, knocked into a working woman holding a bottle of wine. The wine smashed to the floor and caused a great mess. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" She leaned down to help the servant but was shooed away. Embarrassed, her cheeks flushed red and she walked away from the scene and to the blonde woman. "I am searching for the master of this house.. I have a letter." She explained, her voice cracked showing her fear of the powerful creature but she stood tall almost defiant to give in to her fears. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 20:23:53</strong>
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				(All/Arya)<br><br>As Ayra made her way into the house, the early arrivals – a few vampires brave enough to believe Dracula’s boasts about the sunlight, several shaggy-haired young men and women, and many others mingled about, some of them interacting with the attractive servants. Many of those servants, though human, moved with enhanced speed and grace, ferrying things here and there. The only people that seemed particularly out of place were the caterers, who were keeping their heads down as they lugged huge trays covered in food out to ornate display tables near the grant foyer, where the aforementioned people were mingling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 22:49:48</strong>
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				(All, Arya)<br><br><br>It wasn't long, due to the delays, before a few early guests had begun to trickle in. Elizabeth had taken the letter proffered from the servant courier and read the elegant writing therein that she was so familiar with. So, there would likely be a new lady in the house. Her pale brows rose a degree as she considered the message. She wasn't so much put off by Vlad's absence, after all, he was a man and it was only natural that a man would need time, given any circumstances. Her right hand drifted up and she subtly flicked her wrist at the servant to dismiss him.<br><br>And so Elizabeth slipped the letter into the cup of her bra after folding it up and her magical smile brightened her features up as she greeted first one, then another arrival. The entire property, minus some of the private quarters were open to party guests, and so those who weren't interested in the foods offered by the caterers soon filtered away to nose through some portion of the estate or another. On occasion, she would glance up to see if she spotted the human woman who would be coming here as proposed in the letter from Vlad. Finally, her gaze did fall on a vivacious young lady who was creeping into the foyer with a mixture of suspicion and caution on her face. Their eyes met and the woman clumsily backed into one of the servers.<br><br>Elizabeth smiled in a genuine way that only the most practiced hostess could manage. She slowly approached the young woman and then stopped at an appropriate distance of perhaps two feet from where she awkwardly stood. Slowly, she lifted her slender, pale hand up and extended her arm out to Arya so that they might shake hands, as was the custom in these times. "Welcome to our home. You must be Arya Grace? If that is the case, I am so pleased to make your acquaintance," she began in perfect English -- too perfect because it immediately flagged her as a foreigner.<br><br>"My name is Elizabeth Tsar," she said, the smile poised politely and her dark gaze resting serenely on the comely features of the young woman who stood before her.<br><br>"Are you hungry? If so, I have been told that the caterers have prepared some delicious food. Shall I show you into the dining room?" Elizabeth shifted ever so slightly and held out her other hand in the direction of the dining room in question. "I have gone to great lengths to decorate it in such a...fun way. Come," she said and slowly began to encourage the girl to follow her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 01:18:57</strong>
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				(Intro)<br><br>Vanessa had been working as a journalist for an occult-based news site, based in Los Angeles. The purpose of the site was to try and let the human world know of the existence of the supernatural - though so far the only coverage was into sightings and investigation into rumors. The site had a small but loyal fanbase consisting of the usual types of supernatural fans. Overall though, the news site hadn't done much to attract attention from the supernatural community... assuming it existed. Rather there was worry that if anyone found out, the news site - and perhaps the rest of those trying to investigate the invisible world - would be put in jeopardy. Unlike other instances of invading privacy, these guys were suspected of possessing powers capable of easily tracking and killing offenders.<br><br>And Vannie knew this. Being invited to a formal gathering by Dracula - perhaps THE Dracula - was going to be nerve-wracking. She did her homework on him, and in the weeks leading up the party itself she even went on a trip to 'The Castle' to take some exterior shots, though she couldn't get past the gates. Maybe that was why she was given the invitation.<br><br>Then again, the whole thing could just be an elaborate farce set up by an imposter. That just added yet another unknown to a pile of them.<br><br>But now, arriving at the mansion in her own car, she took a deep breath. She was invited, so she might as well let herself in. For jouralism.<br><br>(Anyone)<br><br>Vannie was dressed in what could be slapped together for fifty bucks; a simple sleeveless blue cocktail dress and a black lacy sleeveless jacket going to her knees, as well as a set of one of her own sets of heels. Her awareness of the cost of the ensemble made her worry that this might in some way make her stand out as a 'commoner'. But once she was past the gates leading up to the front doors, she tried to put that worry aside.<br><br>Once she made it inside, she looked around, seeing that everyone was looking rather... varied, to put it mildly. The guests and staff were human, but not so much. She didn't bring her camera since she assumed photography wouldn't be allowed, but she did take some mental notes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 02:07:18</strong>
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				(To Elizabeth/Vanessa)<br><br>Arya hesitated as the blonde beauty extended her hand for her. With caution, she took the woman's hand to greet. The vampire woman was cold but not ice. <br><br>Scanning the room, she noticed so many different people and creatures.. Vampires were once humans and yet now.. It was easier to spot a vampire apart from a human. For vampires held an unearthly beauty about them. <br><br>"Elizabeth.. You can call me Arya if you wish." She answered in a steady tone. Usually, the young American was quite flippant in her remarks but for now it was wise not to stir trouble at the party. <br><br>Watching the woman carefully, she followed her in to the dining hall, the letter from Ignatius still in hand. "Is the master of the estate here?... Dracula?" She hesitated to say- not sure if it was safe to speak such a strong name. "I have a letter for him." She offered the letter to the woman. "If this can be delivered to him, I'd be grateful." She lied smoothly, her brow twitching upward showing some distaste for the matter at hand. <br><br>Walking into the dining hall, a small gasp escaped the flame haired woman's lips as she took in the beauty that was this room. "Your home is nice." She answered cooly. "I've been told a room will be here for me until it's decided if I shall.. Be staying here or not." She shifted her weight to the left- away from the bride. "I'm sure I will find myself comfortable but it would be nice to know soon." She said the last part in a sharper tone. Arya was clearly not find vampires or this arrangement; but nothing would change her fate. She would be given death or eternal death. Regardless, she was trapped. <br><br>Of course the unearthly beauty that came with being a vampire was appealing.. Eternal life may even be appealing- there was a dark allure to the danger of becoming the undead; but the young woman was far too impetuous and independent to let her life be loved for another. If the myths of Dracula were true, then she did not wish to become another bride simply for his pleasures. She would find a life beyond the cage of his darkness. <br><br>Her thoughts drifted away for only a mere moment until a servant crossed her path with a tray that smelled delicious. It had been hours since she ate so now seemed like a good time and perhaps it would calm her nerves. <br><br>She had noticed the reporter woman and studied her for a moment. Her outfit was not expensive as most the people here seemed to be dress- herself included. But still she has a style to her and she was obviously human. The one thing that stood apart from her and this woman though was the wonder in this woman's eyes. She seemed so.. Eager? She knew the vampires were predators did she not? Was she a fool of just brave? Who knew... <br><br>"If you'll excuse me... Elizabeth." She regarded the vampire bride with respect but a healthy fear before walking the the journalist and in the direction of food. <br><br>Grabbing a plate, she helped herself then grabbed a glass of wine before noting the woman. "You seem lost or excited." She noted to the woman but was polite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 01:02:34</strong>
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				(Elizabeth, Vanessa, Arya)<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/tumblr_n76ac9jSqO1qff4d1o2_500_zps3ece4b77.jpg)</div>Hiato walked through the room like a scythe, his immaculate black and grey suit clinging to his swimmer’s physique in a manner so flattering that he might have been mistaken as one of the meals, rather than a supernatural being. Lacking the pale skin of the vampires, yet being naturally light skinned, he blended in with them well enough. With his narrow, dark eyes over matching brows, he had an intensely pleasurable look on his face as he ambled through the guests – speaking to a few here and there, his voice a whisper accented with a hint of Japanese. <br><br>Upon seeing the journalist step into the room, Hiato gave a moue of a smile and let his effortless grace carry him to where she stood. Glancing from Arya to Vanessa, he gave a small bow. Up close, the man’s musky, earthy scent was unmistakable, as were the pinpoints of red in his otherwise black eyes. <br><br>“Vanessa, I presume?” he asked, extending a hand and shaking delicately with the woman. His skin was warm, though not uncomfortably so. For a man his size, he gave off a surprising amount of heat. “I have been asked to escort you tonight, to ensure you have what you need – minus any pictures or recordings, of course.” His smile was courteous and simple as he glanced her over. “If you would like, I can even escort you to a private chamber with some additional clothing. We have tailors on staff. If you want to blend in, that is.” There was no judgment in the handsome man’s tone, no criticism at all. Standing just shy of five eight, he seemed a slight, inconsequential thing.<br><br>Yet his confidence suggested otherwise. In fact, when he saw Elizabeth’s gaze venture in their direction, he gave a nod of recognition. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>Spoiler for Elizabeth</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hiato is Dracula's personal werewolf assistant and sometimes bodyguard, and has been for nearly three hundred years. Speculation is that Dracula feeds Hiato his blood to keep the werewolf young.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 04:14:39</strong>
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				(Arya, Hiato)<br><br>Despite not having done much, Vannie already attracted some attention it looked like. Wow, it seemed easy to get noticed here.<br><br>Vanessa looked over towards the woman who approached her. With a bit of stammer, she raised her hands a bit defensively. "Oh, Uh... I-I'm a bit of both actually. First time coming to a gathering like this." Her statement had a double-meaning; that she had never been to a formal event before, and that she had never been in the same kind of company as the supernatural. The woman though... nothing stood out too terribly, no unusual 'vibe' to her, compared to the others. Vannie started to relax a little, assuming that this woman was human like herself and probably more experienced about the supernatural.<br><br>Though it does ask the question: Are humans welcome in the supernatural community? And how so? Before she could ask something similar to that, she noticed someone else approach the two; a young man.<br><br>"Oh yes, I am she," she said, shaking his hand. Compared to the woman, he seemed little different from the others in the building. He seemed friendly, though she couldn't help but notice that something was off with his eyes, though she tried not to let her taking notice show on her face.<br><br>"Oh... yes, I would appreciate that, thank you," Vannie said towards the offer of a change of clothes. Wow, so she did stick out... in terms of her clothes at the very least. Still, she was getting a better dress so she wasn't going to complain now. "If you'll excuse me," she said to the woman, though there was a look on her face that said that she might want to see her later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 06:27:28</strong>
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				(Vanessa\All)<br><br>Hiato gave both Arya and Elizabeth small nods – Elizabeth’s deeper, and extended an arm for Vanessa to wind her arm through it. In a formal, practiced way, the short, trim man began leading Vanessa deeper into the astonishing house. Past the main greeting area were numerous branches and stairs – leading both up and down, with multiple landings visible. He took her back, through another grand room – this more of a “ball room” with a domed ceiling. <br><br>“This will be where our masked gala takes place on the night of All Hollow’s Eve, a week from now,” he explained in his soft voice. “If you choose to stay for the entire duration, we will make sure you are properly outfitted for that as well.” Maintaining contact, his warmth soothing – yet with a daring edge, Hiato led Vanessa toward a flight of stairs.<br><br>“Tell me, Miss Vanessa, what are your objectives here? The Master has his ideas, but we wish to hear your ambitions. How we can help, or perhaps steer you to obtain what you seek without placing yourself in undue…risk.” Hiato flashed her that mysterious and subtle smile of his, red flicking in his eyes as if he’d just spoken a rather terrible and sinister joke. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 21:43:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Arya, Hiato, Vanessa)<br><br>She smiled in a pleased manner at Arya's compliment of the large dining hall. It was all very formal, with curling gold chandeliers that had delicate little crystals hanging from them. She had decorated in such an eerie manner, for there were tables lining the two walls, each held a small black tree which was bare of leaves entirely. Affixed to some of the branches on each tree was a very delicate structure, closer inspection revealed them to be the bleached, fragile skeletons of various birds.&nbsp; Of course on some of the other tables were blooming cornucopias either filled with all manner of fruitful bounty or floral arrangements. These tables also held numerous platters. Since it was lunch time, the selection was a little more light; from artistic little tea sandwiches to diced fruits, chocolates, and other acceptable hors d'oeuvres for such a time a day.<br><br>Then she noticed that Arya's attention had been captured by a more plainly dressed human woman. And amazingly enough, this woman seemed even more ill at ease than Arya had! A little twinkle of mirth flashed in her dark eyes as she watched the two exchange their mutual discomfort. She offered a casual little smile at Vanessa, but made no real attempt to address her.<br><br>When Hiato appeared, she inclined her head at him in return and soon realized just who this other woman was supposed to be. A reporter, how <em>brazen</em> of Vlad. She watched the exchange a little longer, only glancing away to smile and greet someone else who had drifted into the hall. When she looked back, she couldn't help but marvel at how bold her beloved always was. It was little things like that, that continuously kindled the flame of her affection. Now Hiato was leading Vanessa away so that she could change her clothing. So, she turned her attention back to the freshly abandoned Arya.<br><br>"My dear, no need to dally with those treats. Look," she motioned gently towards the adorned tables as she approached Arya again, "here is plenty for you to choose from. I believe they call this arrangement a...buffet. Convenient, no?" She turned then and pointed to an arrangement of smaller tables, "You can get a plate and sit over there. I can keep you company, won't that be nice? Elizabeth smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 22:57:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Elizabeth)<br><br>Arya's eyes set on my the man, Hiato that approached the pair of humans but wasn't sure what to make of him. He appeared very much human and yet.. She felt that couldn't be true. Something about him held a darkness yet he didn't seem to be vampire either... Interesting. The red headed girl offered a polite nod but was otherwise distant to the man as she watched him lead the girl away. <br><br>Something unsettling filled her as she watched the pair leave.. The girl seemed nice enough just out of place.. Part of her wanted to help her but she knew she should keep her thoughts to herself as she returned her attention to the blonde vampire. <br><br>"Oh.. Yes a buffet. Thank you." Arya tried to smile but was feeling.. Intimidated. Not just by the idea she was around vampires but because this woman was so beautiful. Perhaps her time away from the world and stuck in Ignatius's manor gave her bad manners around others... She filled her plate with a filling portion as she say down obediently where the woman offered her. <br><br>Being in her company filled her with discomfort. She knew some of the nature of Vlad &amp; his brides from what Ignatius told her so a healthy fear&nbsp; stirred in her veins but Arya was a string soul and didn't fear then enough to cower. "What is the purpose of that girl?" Arya asked boldly. It wasn't her place to pry but was the innocent girl to be a meal? Was she safe? Arya was far too curious for her own good. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 01:09:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Arya)<br><br>"Oh, my dear, you look positively troubled," She said observantly as she escorted the girl to one of the empty tables. She did sound as though she spoke with most earnest emotion. It was true, too, what kind of hostess allowed a guest -- even one she didn't particularly want around -- to feel discomfort? Elizabeth attempted another smile, hoping it was reassuring enough to ease some of the tension the young ginger exuded.<br><br>At Arya's question, which Elizabeth could read that the red head thought she shouldn't ask, Elizabeth's gaze broke away and her head turned so that she could look in the direction Hiato and Vanessa had gone. She lifted one hand and waved it in a dismissive gesture as her black eyes returned steadily to focus on Arya. "I believe she is a reporter or a journalist, sweetness. It isn't an uncommon gesture for certain hosts to offer suitable attire to guests who do not have access to such," she answered casually, her brows lifting in a musing manner as she studied the fair features of the young woman before her.<br><br>Suddenly, Elizabeth straightened and clapped her hands together, "And I now realize that I neglected to answer your question prior to your distraction," she began and leaned forward in a conspiring manner, "You wished to know where His Grace is. He will be joining us tomorrow." At this, Elizabeth smiled in a highly entertained way that suggested she found something amusing. This wouldn't be far from the truth, there was such unease and tension surrounding both human women that she couldn't help make a little social jest. She sat back, her shoulders straight in a natural effortless way that indicated she had grown up -- one time or another -- being told that posture was just as important as manners.<br><br>In a way, Elizabeth was hoping this would aid in the soothing of nervousness and ill mood that the young lady was feeling. For a change of subject, Elizabeth added conversationally, "Do you know that I participate in a charity that provides gowns for formal affairs to underprivileged young ladies?"<br><br>"I find it to be a most worthwhile cause, actually," she said resolutely. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 01:32:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Hiato)<br><br>How such a place had been kept hush-hush until recently was beyond Vannie. One would think to even take a peek at the construction as it was going on; even undecorated, just how the halls were built was enough to floor someone. Coming into another grand ballroom, Vanessa's eyes went wide. No wonder the place was going to be chosen for Halloween; the place was grand by itself if whatever decorations that would be put up didn't cut it. Vanessa would have to admit as a photographer, Dracula - or whoever else was planning the whole shebang - did have some quality taste.<br><br>A bit quickly, Vanessa looked over towards Hiato as he spoke about an offer to stay for... did he say a week until the gala? "Just to make sure, my stay will be covered, right? If not I'll have to head out for a while to gather my stuff for the stay."<br><br>Vanessa then narrowed her eyes a bit as asked about her ambitions, and cringed a little once he mentioned 'undue risks', smiling about it. "Well..." she started, collecting herself. "Since your master appears to know me and what I'm doing, I'll just come out and say it: I'm looking to investigate the supernatural community and show my findings to all those interested. If I remember right, you guys don't like being found out, so I'm honestly surprised that he has allowed me over to begin with."<br><br>Unless the invitation was actually a trap...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula Introductory Post</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 02:20:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Vanessa)<br><br>Hiato gave what appeared to be an indulgent expression at Vanessa’s words and shook his head, allowing that rich river of black hair to glisten as it brushed across his shoulders. “It is best that you understand something. The man who owns this place is not a god, not by any means – an apex predator among the supernatural realms, certainly, but not a god. He does, however, have at his disposal a vast army of spies, many of which have their own secondary spies. He may not navigate the web, but when one of his agents informs him that a known reporter has been sniffing about, of course he will take note.” Hiato reached out and casually rested one of his delicate hands on Vanessa’s shoulders in a warm, reassuring gesture.<br><br>“It is his intent to allow you to get your story, to an extent. Naturally, the full and complete truth cannot be allowed out – no more than nuclear launch codes could ever be published.” Allowing his hand to drop, Hiato took Vanessa up one stairwell, down a hallway with ankle-deep purple carpet and up another, shorter but spiraling, stair case to a narrow hall of rooms. Toward the end of that hall, perhaps a quarter mile of walking just down that one corridor (or so it seemed), he turned to an ornate mahogany door and opened it.<br><br>The room within was cozy, neither too big nor too small. At the back of the room were several racks of clothing, each of which seemed to have a different motif: casual wear, formal gowns, sleeping attire, and so forth. Sitting in the room was an aged, ancient old woman, her long white hair limp over her form, her spider-like hands poised over an equally ancient spinning wheel. Her body, clothed in black sackcloth, seemed to radiate impossible age – time folded upon itself beyond memory.<br><br>“This is Grandmother Tshone, the Great Weaver and one of our many long term guests,” Hiato waved over at the clothes. “Choose outfits for each day of your stay. Several, if you wish. Simply touch one and indicate that you desire it and she will begin making adjustments. While you two work things out, I will see to it that arrangements are made for a longer stay. Pay, allowances with your employer, and so forth. It should not take long. After Tshone is done, I will return – or another servant will come and assist you back to the main event.”<br><br>Hiato gave Vanessa a beat to ask questions, for additional conversation, and then turned and left – presumably to handle the woman’s affairs. And leaving her behind with the ancient, unknowable Weaver. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sansa</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 05:05:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(To Elizabeth)<br><br>Arya visibly relaxed ever so slightly when it was revealed the girl was a reporter. So odd to bring a reporter in.. Did the girl know the truth of this place? Perhaps it was kind of them to offer a suitable dress for the young woman to wear on this night. The ginger girls features softened as she nibbled at her food. "I see." She finally said an almost apologetic tone for assuming the worst.<br><br>The girl jumped subtly when Elizabeth clapped her hands eagerly to answer Arya's forgotten question. Reflexively, she mirrored the woman's body language and leaned in with interest as she spoke of Vlad's plan to appear the following day. Her long lashes casted over her eyes, hiding her weariness but she did catch the sly smile on the blonde beauty's face. Of course Arya was curious as to why she seemed so amused but she sat back against her chair and didn't press on about the matter. Instead, she shoveled some food in her mouth, pacing herself but a little faster then she intended to eat- out of nerves of course. <br><br>The woman's efforts to ease Arya's nerves were not lost though. She relaxed her shoulders, sipped at her wine and was filling up from the buffet. <br><br>"A charity?" Arya gaped at her for a moment with delight. For she too was involved with a charity. Well it was years back where she helped women dress for success that suffered from a use to get them on the track of independence and into the work force. <br><br>"That is kind of you. I was once apart of a charity but unfortunately I couldn't give much.. I gave what I no longer wore- I was a broke college kid after all." She laughed then for the first time. She then realized that the woman before her probably could not relate... "But the women I met were always so thankful.." She mused for a moment with a soft smile on her face. <br><br>Shaking her head and letting a few of her red tresses fall out of their pins from her up do; she realized she had lost her self in thought for a few mere moments. It has been so long since she had been apart of a charity.. Since she had been out of Ignatius's home... Around other people that weren't Ignatius's servants. Of course these people were still deadly and she was planned to be given to Vlad to serve him, but still there was some joy to be found through this event. <br><br>"So, <em>His Grace</em> is missing his own party? Why is that if I may ask? You have many guest to entertain alone now." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2014, 02:53:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Hiato, Tshone)<br><br>Well, that was nice of the master to let her some insight into how things worked. Still, the warning about not wanting her to reveal the whole truth. "I see then. And what about the spies? Should I let the readers about them?" A simple question; she needed to know that she wasn't going to end up stepping on anyone's toes while trying to get her story out... not yet at the very least.<br><br>Just as Vanessa was starting to relax though, the two of them came into a room with a seemingly ageless old woman. An ancient weaver who was going to work with her and was a permanent guest? A chill of unease set in; the aforementioned desire not to step on toes took hold. Once the man left, she took a moment to gather herself before speaking. "Uh... I am one of the guests who as it turns out is going to be staying for the week. I'll go ahead and get started then." Once she was done with her introduction, she began to inspect the various kinds of clothing. Once she stared poring through them though, she noticed that same preference for style like in the ballroom she came across earlier, and calmed down a bit.<br><br>Eventually, she settled on the dress to replace what she was wearing now; a sleeveless cardigan with a more finely decorated mini dress. Beyond that she choose three pieces of clothing for each day of the event; a casual outfit or dress, a nicer one for the parties, and some underwear. Hopefully she wasn't being too greedy with her choices...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-10-2014, 03:50:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Vanessa, with nuances for Elizabeth)<br><br>“The arrangement is simple, Miss Vanessa. You will provide the household with a copy of your draft prior to publication. We will promise to keep a light hand on our revisions, provided you don’t go out of your way to destroy our way of life. In this way we help one another. You get an amazing story about a new and mysterious entity on the outskirts of town. We get to peek out of the shadows and into your world, to shake hands with modern civilization without being treated as freaks or worse.” Hiato paused, considering, then shrugged minutely, smiled and turned to go.<br><br>Tshone did not appear to stir as Vanessa made her selections, though when the woman was done, the Weaver spoke. Her voice was oddly youthful, mellifluous even, for a crone of her obvious age. “You seek to blend in, to not attract undue attention and to gather tales, do you not? Your selections are wise. Conservative, but wise. If you are staying here for the full week, I suggest being more liberal with your selections.” Spider-like fingers moving in a sudden, jerky motion, the woman seemed to materialize several small, woven badges out of thin air.<br><br>“I will weave protections into the clothes you’ve selected, altering them to fit and blend in. They will provide you with some basic armaments against hypnotism and the allure of other supernatural effects. The lesser beings who attend this event won’t be able to harm or manipulate you indirectly. They won’t affect Dracula or any who he would consider peers, of course.”<br><br>The crone deliberately left out any directions about whether or not the woven badges could, once affixed, be removed safely and maintain their potency. “Bring me your selections dear. I’m afraid that my knees ache these days and I prefer not to stand.”<br><br>While waiting for Vanessa to provide her with the outfit, the crone added, “Tell me dearie, have you heard of Marcus John?” Marcus was a local “producer” – rumor had it that he had ties with the mob and that he’d gotten started producing underage, illegal, pornography. He’d since gone legitimate and was working on inroads with major movie houses. Odds were that he’d be at the party tonight, too.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mingnon</strong> on <strong>30-10-2014, 04:31:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Tshone)<br><br>Vanessa could of sworn she jumped a bit as the old woman started speaking, but then she immediately relaxed again. "All of that is correct, yes. And of course, I'll get a few more pieces then." She picked out some more changes of clothes, including a few nightgowns, before bringing them over to Tshone. One at a time she carefully handed over the pieces of clothing in her arms to the old woman, while also noticing that she would weave in the badges that she just made.<br><br>At the mention of Marcus John, she took a moment to register who she meant and then nodded. "Oh, Marcus. I've seen one of his more recent works. Not really sure I quite like the guy or what he's done." Room was made available for interpretation, since she didn't want to bring up his 'earlier works' for varying reasons. She actually found out about the rumors with the mob during an information trade - one of the things that tabloids were made of - while she was an intern during her high school years.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of Dracula</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-10-2014, 04:50:54</strong>
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				(Vanessa, with implications for all)<br><br>Tshone murmured, “Very good dear. Now stand there,” she pointed to a line in front of a mirror that had been marked off with notches. The notches weren’t numbered and there were no indicators for just how the crone would get the measurements just right, yet she seemed confident. “Now, disrobe so I can see you,” she directed just as casually. <br><br>As she waited for Vanessa to comply – and the crone’s beautiful voice held a note of commanding confidence that suggested there weren’t other options if Vanessa wanted the clothes to truly fit properly, she went on. “The man is here on a mission to become a member of our community. He’s allied himself with one of the elder forces here. I’m not certain of which. I would consider it a personal favorite if you would find an ally or two, ones you know you can trust, and suss out the patron of this man.”<br>
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