Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Printable Version

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Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - euphoricvoodoo - 04-07-2015

<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i58.tinypic.com/2nvwxc.jpg] Of all the times to have self-confidence issues this was not a convenient one. Valeria Grigorescu had one hand reaching up to knock and was hesitating. What was she going to do when someone opened the door she wondered.

"Hi I'd like to go through all your books to find the magic research I think might be in there. Oh and can I stay here and do magic experiments while I'm at it? Yeah that'll go over well. What if the guy doesn't know magic is a thing? What was I thinking?" She groaned and shook her head. No one was going to take her seriously as a researcher. Her nice button up shirt was plaid and had an oil stain. The dark blue wool coat was nice though worn in places. Her ripped at the knee jeans and gym shoes said teenager not twenty-seven year old who can be trusted with old books. Why did she think this would be alright?

Turning to leave she looked over what she could see of city and sighed. She wasn't sure what it was but the witches of Valesport hadn't exactly been welcoming. This place that had drawn her in so keenly kept pushing her away. If she hadn't been planing to come up here for weeks now she wasn't sure she wouldn't already be on her way home. At the very least she had to try she supposed.

Facing the door again, she squared her shoulders, plastered a smile on her face and knocked.

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - megs - 04-20-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/M9Tcsf7.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]She stopped at the sound of Alrec's greeting. It was more akin to a machine being turned off, instant and mechanical, than it was to someone responding to an interesting noise. In a singular movement she turned to face the doctor, one eyebrow perked to accompany a dreadful frown. She allowed her eyes to drop, once, over his form as he approached her, in an obvious assessment. Though, what exactly she was assessing could not be pinpointed.

She did not outwardly dislike the doctor. She had very little feelings on him for that matter. More satisfied to group him in with other humans: if they weren't meals, they weren't usually worth paying attention to, but it was hard to ignore someone you shared a house with. Avoiding was much easier, overall, but it was earlier in the day than she usually chose to rise, so some exceptions had to be made.

She cocked her head to the sound of voices rising from her destination, blinking owlishly up at the doctor as he moved closer and attempted to occupy her time. He had moved too close, to be perfectly honest, and humans always smelled entirely too much like meat. She leaned away from him slightly, but held her ground. In defense, she stopped breathing, stopped drawing in that raw scent and ignored the imaginary feel of a pulse against her tongue.

Clearing her throat she turned to see where he was pointing, even though she wasn't really interested. She looked to him once more, but only briefly before she attempted to look upon the commotion over his shoulder.

"This house is not a theatre, Doctor Reynolds," she replies evenly, still dividing her attention between him and the music. "It's occupants are not puppets to entertain the undesirables you lead through the halls," hazel eyes drilled into him now, as she spoke each word carefully. Red-painted lips parted enough for words, but not enough to show her fangs.

It was now undeniable that something unusual was occurring in the music room. Something that Alrec was attempting to keep her away from. Thinking on it Ambrose had not come to greet her and that was unusual. Her brow furrowed as he spoke. She did not like when he resorted to using words. Whether he was uncomfortable with her or just plain stupid was hard to tell. "You sound utterly ridiculous," she points out, her sentence punctuated by the resounding of the doorbell.

She waved her hand in the general direction of the foyer. "Be a dear and answer that would you? Your continued presence exhausts me. And I do hope it's not another one of your dreadful tour groups."

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Blade - 04-24-2015

<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/43610430-0187-4394-bc75-66e3feb453ea.png" style="avatar]Ambrose had, perhaps in some part, expected the visiting ghost to be adverse to whatever comfort he had to offer. However, what he did not quite expect was the violent nature brought on by their connection. His stormy eyes swirled more violently in turn, more darkly from a gray and white to black, as if reacting to the strong aversion the other ghost had.

As he asked him to stop Ambrose did. And he frowned; though it was more out of sadness than anything else. He didn’t quite look like a kicked puppy, but it was obvious by the way he cast his eyes downward, in how his form became less animated and more morose, that he’d been emotionally wounded in some way.

Was no one fond of his company?

Perhaps if he had been an apparition who desired a little more distance he would have acted more astutely given that he knew that if another spirit was not open to the idea of actually making ‘physical’ contact with him then it would not be pleasant for either. And yet, all he could feel from him had become that much stronger for a moment—that agony, the grief. It tore at Ambrose well enough to make his eyes close then.

But, he made no move to try again; he made no immediate move to speak to the woman.

He sighed—eventually—but did not open his eyes. “This Ambrose is not a guard dog. He is here, listening always for the song he cannot find. He is here, easing that which aches.” And then he touched his chest once more. “Many,” was all he said in reply to how many people resided there, vague as usual.

And then his eyes did open; he looked at her once more. He opened his mouth to speak, or so it appeared. But then those eyes shifted to white-grey clouds spinning once more. His brow knit and he simply turned and moved to leave though the wall that Alrec and Dahlia were speaking on the other side of. As he glided away, hardly seeming to walk at all, his tendrils of white wisp ghosted after him. They almost ‘poofed’ as he went right through the door and into the main hall.

Ambrose would be visible to both Dahlia and Alrec if they chose to look at his humming glow of a white form as he made his way towards the main entrance—fully intent on greeting another guest beckoning their front door.

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 04-26-2015

<img style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" style="Alrec Reynolds" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/Alaric_Reynolds-1_zpssrztspdl.png]And there it was, the reason why attempting to make easy with the other residents was far, far down on his daily list of things to attempt. Alrec was far more comfortable nattering on with the ghosts who occupied the halls or buried in his research, forgetting to eat and postulating solutions to supernatural problems, than tiptoeing around being the "offensive human". This, he presumed, was also the reason the Caretaker suggested tours during the day, rather than the more atmospheric evening hours.

Thoroughly chastised, the doctor lowered the arm he'd used to gesture. "Undesirables cover renovations, repairs." Not the general bills, as Lavenza's estate was rather well-to-do, but there were other costs to be taken into account for those who called the Manor home. Alrec paused then, his gaze going somewhat inward rather than to the space around him. Though he'd bristled at her tone and the way she spoke to him as though a human was just barely competent enough to understand plain, simple words, she'd given him an idea. "A theater!"

It wasn't until she cast a limb toward the entry that he was pulled from the daze, and when he realized he'd zoned in front of a vampire, his first reaction was to tug at the hair atop his head. Brilliant. Just brilliant.

"I do not have a tour scheduled..." His gaze meandered toward the foyer and widened as he spotted Ambrose making a beeline for the great doors. "Oh...no. Right then...I'm off. Good evening to you, Lady."

He hesitated a fraction too long, turning to stare first at the music room door, then the front doors, trying to determine who was in the way of the most...uncomfortable greeting. In the end, he followed the ghost, giving the vampress what he hoped was a respectful nod. She might be upset at the intrusion within their walls, but she was unlikely to nibble on strangers--he hoped--and that meant the unfortunate soul in range of the more intimate of greetings was whoever stood beyond the front door.

Alrec wasn't one to run, or scurry, or even madly dash about. But he had walking briskly down, and did so now to try to at least draw even with the ghost. When the front door opened to reveal an already uncomfortable young woman, at least she'd see it appeared to be opened by a solid person, and not empty air. Unless Ambrose...but of course she'd be able to see the ghost too. For why else would he choose to answer the door?

Except now, the door was open, and there wasn't time to remind Ambrose about personal space, and standing silently was awkward. It certainly wasn't in Alrec's job description to greet strangers, and now he was stuck doing exactly that. If he'd been less concerned with Ambrose's current aptitudes, he'd have let them enter as he had on his first visit--carefully, and believing they were utterly alone. Alrec stifled a sigh and managed a stilted smile. "Welcome to Lavenza. Please, do come in. There's no sense standing about--one never knows when it might lightning."

If he didn't mention rain, it was because rain would have implied weather patterns. Lightning...around the Manor...didn't always come with weather.

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Hobo_Bob - 04-27-2015

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Were the steps always this far apart?

Or perhaps it was the fact that this one did not much seem to remember the direction the stairs would lead. They used to spiral in a clock-wise fashion. But now it seemed there were landings that lead to other floors and more beyond doors that remained locked. Or perhaps they just were stuck? None the less, a groan would escape his lips each time he walked into the door, expecting to finally be out from under ground only to be sadly mistaken.

Lucky for him, the sheet covering his body remained as it was despite how his hand didn’t try to make it more secure on his personage. And truly, how could one see the stars and the steps they took with so much wavy, blond hair over their eyes? It was neigh improbable. Yet, he managed. Somewhat. Stumbling, nearly falling and smacking into walls with not so much as a curse or foul word. Just the grumble of his stomach and the groan of pain from his throat.

After what seemed like hours, he managed to make it to the top of the stairs. Climbing the impossibly long stair case – a total of 5 flights – and dumped him into a small room with a curtain and the only thing to separate here from beyond. A little bit of light entered the hall, and this one dragged his bare feet across the wooden flooring.

And ended up in the kitchen.

Well, it was perfect. His stomach was getting painfully empty the more he remained awake, and that meant he needed to feed. The smell of fresh meat and spoiled food filled the air. Sweet and sour. Bitter and tart. It all mingled in his nose and on his tongue. His teeth ground tight, squeaking in his head as if he needed to bite down on something. A fist was made in his hand, yet he knew better than to give into that temptation so easily. Regardless, edible consumption must be adhered to!!

….

Hence why the creature with one arm now stood in the foyer, with a box of stuffing in his hand and his gaze settling on the group at the door.
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Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - euphoricvoodoo - 04-29-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i58.tinypic.com/2nvwxc.jpg" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] This was going to be easier than she thought. It wasn't every house that had a ghost answering the door after all. A rather interesting ghost at that. The glowing runes on his person really needed to be studied further. Of course that was certainly not her area of expertise. Of course ghosts in general weren't her thing. She would love to know if they usually glowed that much.

Turning her attention away from the ghost she examined the person beside him. The blond man was somewhat unremarkable compared to his companion but he didn't seem to be freaking out about the door being opened by itself so that was a plus. He was even inviting her into the manor! "Thank you. You must be the caretaker then?" Val stepped in, smiling at everyone there including the zombie eating a box of stuffing.

Suddenly it registered what she was seeing and she leaned over to get a better look around the caretaker. "Uh. I don't mean to alarm you, but is he always around? And you do know you're supposed to cook that?"

For all the magic she had in her life this was the oddest thing she'd ever done. A literally molding corpse missing an arm was wandering about and her reaction was to comment on it's eating habits. If she took the movies as a guide she should be screaming and running. Yet the movies also would have her believe this creature should be shambling after them for dinner. The movies having been debunked so far she was at a loss.

Zombies were not supposed to be literally the dead brought back to life. Down south there were ways to make zombies but that was done on the living so far as she knew. At the very least she didn't know what good a body with one arm would be for doing one's bidding. This must be something far out of her knowledge but it didn't inspire fear. Her mother always did say curiosity would kill her.

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - danixiewrites - 05-05-2015

<img style="Alrec Reynolds" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" src="http://i1299.photobucket.com/albums/ag76/danixiewrites/Alaric_Reynolds-1_zpssrztspdl.png]Alrec smiled uneasily at the girl beyond the threshold then sent a sideways look toward Ambrose, whom she could clearly see. She technically wasn't part of the tour-group-personal-space-edict/parley of the week, but neither was she running away screaming. Yet. All the same, he had high hopes.

"The Caretaker? No. But it was either answer the door..." Before Ambrose...whoops. "or tell you this establishment was not privy to doorstep sellers. The latter seemed rude and I...I'm just...forgive me, young miss." He took a step closer and extended a hand to be shaken, and hopefully to encourage her to step inside. "Doctor Alrec Reynolds. Parapsychologist and purveyor of spectral tours here at the Manor. Was the Caretaker expecting you...?"

He waited for a name and perhaps even a purpose as the wind beyond the doorway picked up and the hairs on the back of his neck told him things were about to get...strange. At least she seemed the sort who could handle strange, given the way she simply took Ambrose's appearance in stride. He was further convinced of this when she leaned around him to spy what he really hoped was the vampress...

...and what, when he rotated slowly on the toes of his loafers, was determined to decidedly not be the Lady Dahlia. He suspected heads would do more than roll if the vampress were ever caught in a...sheet.

Good Heavens. Am I the only one in this madhouse with a shred of modesty?

Alrec's eyes went comically wide behind his glasses and his hand fidgeted with the corner of the light frames. "Well, yes. Of course." Why not? And what else could the day possibly bring?

Bullocks...I did not just invite Murphy along for the jaunt, did I?

All he needed now was for the whole of the ghostly barrage that existed beyond the Veil here inside the walls of Lavenza to spring forth and assault him with insults. Honestly, he was only in residence to soothe the needs of the ghostly crowd--to learn more about them up close and personally. The rest of the paranormal types in Valesport? Not his forte. At all.

As he too stared at the box in the zombie's hands, his lips twisted with the irony. What had the creature done, then? Recalled he shouldn't be digesting occupants of the Manor, rifled through the pantry, shucking through boxes with the usual coordinate effort, stopping for a ponderous moment: "Oh yes, STUFFING, hmm...something something INSIDES...yes, quite." Yet, even on the heels of his internal monologuing--okay...rude, half-delirious mocking, because he was running on fumes and frustration and had to do something, lest he yank out all his hair and run around without his wits--Alrec knew he'd do what he must.

The needs of the occupants of the Manor, beyond the Veil and displaced around it, took precedence over all else.

And right now, that need was clearly food. He glanced frantically down the hall to where he'd left a hopefully-not-in-the-mood-for-bloodsucking diva to deal with intruders, then to the esteemed--well-built, or at least put together, and yet shambling, brain-eating--personage before him, and finally back over his shoulder to the overly-emotive ghost. Then closed his eyes and momentarily wished the Caretaker would answer the door for a change, so he could -hide out in- retire to his room. "Don't worry, young miss. I'll...uh. Take care of it."

Onward to the kitchen, then. He scooped the box from the zombie's arm and gave him what he hoped was a reassuring pat on his sole elbow. "Do shut the door behind you, if you please."

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Ghostly - 05-21-2015

_{<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/kbKW5XB.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"How about that treasure hunt?"

Bron finally chimed in with several lengthy moments passing after Ambrose faded through one of the walls in the room. To say he was thankful with the other specter taking his request to be left alone quite literally would be an understatement. The fact that there existed more like himself was comforting in a sense, that he was not alone in this world in this tortured state. Then again, glancing golden orbs towards Loni's direction brought the slightest smile to his lips. He wasn't in this all by his lonesome. Whatever fucked up future he'd be in for, his killer too would be along for the ride. With Ambrose out of the picture temporarily, he'd waste not a moment in regaining a position practically orbiting the thrill seeker.

Seemingly revitalized from the frightful husk he had been Bron cracked a dry grin and looked down at his Loni, transparent hands taking a place atop her shoulders "Oh Loni, were your worried about me back there?" Pushing forward he'd phase through her womanly figure as though he had no effect on her which was fair considering his incorporeal form. "Down the line, I wonder if like him, you'll be able to feel me when I take hold of you." Still hovering above the wooden boards below, Bron turned to face her with an almost quizzical look about him as if wondering himself what that would be like. The exact meaning of those vague words would be left to interpretation, for Loni to find out, and for Bron to decide upon. With a shake of translucent brown locks he brushed that topic aside for another. "Who knows what other supernatural creatures are lurking about, not to mention the intrigue surrounding the manor. This sounds right up our alley."

Where they pair went ultimately came down to the one whose life was possible at stake, that being Loni, but her deceased partner felt a need to at least give a reasonable, if not obvious suggestion. "Unless you're looking to meet with the aforementioned lady Dahlia, I think a decent choice would be any place other than where the one in the loincloth went." As if to prove a point, Bron extended a thin finger towards where the rest of the nearby inhabitants were congregating to a degree. Each had their own particular aura about them, and were they simply humans the dead man would have thought little of it. Mortals were surprisingly low key when it came to their impact on the metaphysical plane; there were few of those feelings here. "I do not believe anyone here would take kindly to you prying whatever you find of wealth within these walls, best to stay out of sight if we can."}

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-09-2015

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The spacecraft wasn’t that large, it was only for a crew of two or three at most for reconnaissance, exploration and short missions. It was probably less than half the size of a mortal airplane or even smaller and usually a mix of sapphire, black and grey which helped with blending into the sky and clouds. Currently it was cloaked using a special system that distorted light – hiding from mortal eyes. However, the current crew aboard the ship was growing bored and impatient. It didn’t help that this duo didn’t get along particularly well even at the best of times, things had grown strained after spending a few weeks in close confines with very few chances to get outside and stretch their legs figuratively. It was enough to make anyone moody and vying for a chance to escape.

 It was due to this that the duo reached new heights in their dislike for one another while tolerance was at a new low. It was over something silly, so minor that the two couldn’t even remember the exact topic of their disagreement or the cause. It was more than enough to bring the two of them to minor blows, which was less than ideal within the close confines of a spaceship’s cockpit.

 Which led to their predicament of falling through the sky at break-neck speed...enough that most would panic – except these two. Of course they didn’t think it would kill them, since they were far less breakable than Humans. Still they were at a reasonable altitude but within the normal range that mortal planes flew. Still most would be terrified at crashing, but instead they were too busy yelling and arguing over whose fault it really was to really panic over the fact they were plummeting downwards.

 Towards an inevitable crash landing.

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Blade - 06-12-2015

<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/43610430-0187-4394-bc75-66e3feb453ea.png" style="avatar]Ambrose held the doorknob, only opening it thusly because Alrec was fast with him, and, because the woman on the other side was entirely human. Even if he were to pass through the door he would still very much like her to come in out of the perpetually bad weather. And certainly, in being human, she could not pass through the door. Even he knew that.

Alrec was the first to speak, which gave Ambrose time to take in her features and manner of dress. Her hair looked a lot like fire, and, he could feel a scant of nervous energy from her. That feeling was more obvious coming off of Alrec, and, he wondered if he should ask him about it just then. It was the same feeling Alrec got when Ambrose was going to, or had already, done something not quite right.

Had he done something wrong?

The apparition refrained from frowning and smiled instead at the woman as Alrec beckoned she come in. When she did, Ambrose closed the door behind her and finally looked at the man he felt a moment ago, the one eating stuffing that the woman has remarked on. Ambrose frowned at this, brow knitting curiously.

Ambrose could not entirely remember them having a zombie for a resident. Then again, his memories were always a bit muffled and disjointed. He did not want to be rude, and then decided he would greet the living woman next to him as Alrec took care of the other.

Swirling grey, black, and ivory depths focused on her. Tendrils of white continued to roll off of him, runes humming on his body, and his hair maintained that wispy element. He blinked once, slowly.

“This Ambrose is pleased to meet you,” he told her, tendrils of white coiling about not only his ankles, but her own—half caressing as he forced tangibility into them. “He is glad the living are returning to the manor.” His voice was soft, hint of an ethereal echo, and soothing. “Can This Ambrose help you?”

Around that time, he sensed that something altogether odd was happening on the grounds… something just on the cusp of his senses…

..something was crashing, though that knowledge was not apparent on his expression. Should he tell Alrec? The good doctor felt so stressed out… no, perhaps later. Maybe then he would allow Ambrose to ease whatever pain he had.

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - euphoricvoodoo - 06-16-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i58.tinypic.com/2nvwxc.jpg" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Of course they had a zombie. Judging by the wideness of his eyes and the way he hurried to take care of it she suspected it was a lie though. Valeria also suspected it wasn't the first unexpected thing to happen around the manor. With those loafers he was wearing she didn't think anything particularly dangerous could be anticipated. Combined with the suit he looked more like an accountant than a parapsychologist.

Of course that was a surprise all it's own. It could mean that letting people stay to study things wasn't as utterly ridiculous a notion as she had thought. Even if she had no clue what he would be studying. Spirits obviously by the para, but the psychologist part was baffling. Was he something like a shrink for ghosts she wondered. She really ought to start looking up terms like that when she heard them and not wait for them to actually be relevant.

Just like she really ought to have led with her name. They were interrupted by a zombie but really it felt a bit rude standing in here being a stranger. Her mother would certainly be scolding her for the oversight were she here. Of course if her mother was here that zombie probably would have been toast. Not exactly a woman of subtly or hesitation her mother. "He was already dead wasn't he?," she could practically hear her say. Oh what a first impression that would have been!

As Alrec left she called out that of course she would shut the door, but the ghost had already beaten her too it. At least she thought he was. He looked more like a living fog bank then the few other ghosts she'd seen. Better looking too she had to say even if her only comparison was family spirits that were automatically not attractive.

He began to speak so she pulled herself out of her thoughts and smiled up at him. She glanced away only to look at the tendrils of fog she could feel at her ankles. It was quite strange to her but there was a soothing quality to his voice that eased her nerves enough that she found she didn't mind.

"Ambrose then? I am pleased to meet you as well. I'm Valeria." She held out her hand for him to shake on reflex and almost thought better of it. It would be an interesting experiment she decided before leaving it out. "Can I ask why if you don't mind? That the living are returning I mean. For that matter I may just be visiting. That's up to the caretaker I think."

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-17-2015

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The gardens of Lavenza Manor were large and spacious, though primarily at the back of the sprawling manor. They were beautiful and at one time would have been the envy of many. Elegant and luxurious, with elegant marble statues and benches dotted amongst the rose garden that grew in slight disarray in many splendid colours with slender rose bushes and creeping over arches. From the Rose Garden the grounds expanded further onwards, along manicured lawns that were a touch too long which led into a large maze where the hedges of the maze were tall, over six feet, making it difficult for anyone to look over its walls to cheat as they made their way through the extensive maze filled with secrets. Behind the rolling lawns and maze the grounds were surrounded by tall trees and even less kept land, though whether it was just untended or untamed was to be debated.

 It wasn't that the gardens lacked quality now, it was just that their upkeep hadn't been one of the more...important expenses it seemed - so the flowers grew slightly wild and the grass was just a little bit too long, the statues not entirely free of moss or age. While the maze was somewhat higher and less kept than one would expect. These subtle signs showing that the owner of the Manor was perhaps having a little trouble with the upkeep necessary for such an expansive estate.

 It was somewhere around there that the space craft was plummeting towards with great enthusiasm. The cloaking device was intermittently working, which would have no doubt panicked the locals if they were looking in the right direction to see a large plummeting object. Still, it seemed like the duo on board had decided to stop arguing long enough to attempt to rectify their current trajectory - while they couldn't stop the crash completely they could at least lower the damage somewhat. So with calm and mild co-operation they steadied the craft so that it crashed somewhat horizontally, allowing it to skim along breaking through the foliage and uprooting or knocking over trees. It created a skid mark of dirt as it went before stopping a short distance from the maze. In a sense hiding between the forest and the maze.

 The crash...potentially they would think it was just a really, really loud lightning strike.

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Blade - 06-17-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/43610430-0187-4394-bc75-66e3feb453ea.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] As she introduced herself and spoke to him, Ambrose decided that she was pretty—that the woman with hair of flame and an inner curiosity was indeed pretty. But it wasn’t merely her face, her corporeal form, that made him think so. Bodies, after all, were only temporary. She had a happiness about her, a joy. Something candid that seeped out of her insides and suffused under his skin and lit him with joy as well.

It was the first time in a while that someone had come who was not displaced emotionally. It tugged a memory he could not pull out. Smiling faces, music, happiness, and laughter. Brief flashes of candied foods and salty things. But all he could sense were scant images, smells, and sounds. It would not be known to him, but he was glad her uplifting presence allowed for something.

They needed more of that joy.

Tangibility came to his form more so then as he took her hand in his two and grasped gently, squeezing. His eyes shut with a smile that showed his teeth just barely and he leaned into her. At the same time, the tendrils of mist around her legs coiled more, caressing gently. As each touch met skin, slipped under clothing to calves, and ankles a euphoric feeling of goodness and welcome exuded from him and into her: something half sensual and half mixed with friendship.

“This Ambrose is most glad to meet Valeria,” he said softly, unable to stop the way his hair danced around her, slipping along her cheeks, neck, and shoulders. “You can ask This Ambrose anything,” he went on softly. “This Ambrose is happy the living are returning because he wishes the for the song, the one that does not yet wish to be found. This Ambrose seeks it whenever it is heard. It only becomes louder when the living return—when they are happy.” As he spoke the last, he pulled her hand to his chest to flatten, covering it with his own two while he enveloped the space she occupied with his form, tendrils, and mist of a half tangible and half not body.

Warmth left him—love, want, desire, and joy. He allowed those feeling to seep into her. The worry that Alrec might find his behavior wrong far beyond the reaches of his mind. The crash outside, the sound covered up with the lightening, did nt register either because he was so focused on her.

Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-18-2015

<img style="max-width:45%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner6.png" style="avatar] There was a trench that went through the trees and towards the maze, spilled fuel was alight small fires glittering a blue-purple hue along the trench. Strewn with broken branches, glass, metal and chrome parts were littered across the expanse of dirt and trees, making it quite obvious that things were not where they were supposed to be though it could have been far worse as far as the damage went. The nose of the craft was bent and broken, while smoke and steam was pouring out of the engines in the wings which were not at the correct angles. At least it was still in one piece for the most part, so it was fixable – it would just take time to repair and the acquisition of new parts.

 The door was suddenly thrown free, metal bounced and skidding across the dirt from the force before someone lowered themselves from the aircraft. If anyone had been watching they would have noticed that this individual was not quite human given the way he dropped to the ground, followed by the smooth movement of a long serpentine tail which slid from within the ship to coil around him in a mass of gold and black scales. Standing upright he was around six and a half feet tall, not including the other twelve or so feet of black and gold banded tail that coiled over the dirt trench.

 But then he had just come out of a crashed spacecraft.

 He was quite attractive, in his early twenties with broad shoulders and a toned, muscular build which was decorated with golden scales intermittently across lightly tanned skin – mostly along his shoulders, hips and sides. His upper body was bare but an emerald silk wrap was around his waist, stopping a few feet from the ground and held up by a thick twisted gold chain around his hips which held a circular compact with a crest design stamped into the gold. It acted as a compass, identification and a personal cloaking device. It would be quite obvious that he had expensive taste by the other jewellery that decorated his upper arms and wrists, though they had their uses - a communication device among other things.

 Emerald eyes surveyed his surroundings, though he didn't expect to see anyone - he didn't sense any life forms nearby. Still there was a surprising lack of sarcasm as he said, << Well this is just a lovely turn of events. >>

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Lavenza Manor [Walk-In] - Angel Kimmi - 06-19-2015

[/img]"http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh490/Kim_Irvine/banner_2.png" style="max-width:45%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar] A few minutes after the first occupant of the space craft exited the craft, the other ‘alien’ arrived at the exit he had created and sighed quietly. Exasperated at her shipmate’s complete disregard to their current home away from home, as it was it was going to take some time before they were able to fix it. But that was not something new, his disregard for most things seemingly beyond his concern. Still at least they had crashed close to a large property, they could probably find some materials there.

 Kinuko was equally attractive in her own way. Humanoid, but obviously not human when you looked close enough. She was equally attractive at a modest five foot eight in height compared to Erieos and she had a voluptuous hour glass figure with a small waist obviously well-defined hips and cleavage. But her skin was a pale silvery-grey, additionally she quite obviously had three sets of arms giving her a total of six arms. She had long elfin looking ears with simple gold hoops and her long purple strands fell loose around her shoulders and to her waist streaked with silver, naturally rather than from any form of aging.

 Overall she was wearing quite a bit more clothing than her companion – and companion was a very loose title. She was wearing a black silk cat-suit that had a web-like pattern to it and stopped at her shoulders, the neckline scooped enough to show adequate cleavage. It clung to her like a second skin all the way to her ankles meeting up with calf high leather boots with a heel and she also had a gold chain around her waist with compact stamped with the same insignia on it while black leather bands around her wrists held her communication device among other things.

 Two hands rubbed together forming sticky spider-silk threads between them which stretched and grew as she drew her hands apart. Flicking one of her wrists the thin yet strong strands attached to the top of the hatch and she lowered herself down to the dirt trench below to stand a short distance away from Erieos before releasing the silken threads to blow idly in the wind. Pale lids were decorated with spider-web designs while lilac eyes were narrowed on him as two hands settled on her hips while two other arms crossed over her ample chest, her irritation undisguised as she stated, << Honestly Erieos did you need to make more damage? The ship is already falling apart all on its own after that crash. >>

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