The spirit of vengeance said in a menacing voice," fine. but one thing old friend, we have another demon amount us, and the devil is the biggest threat right now, and we need everyone to work together." Blake listen.
@Dealdric

Blake looked at the guy helping him and said," how have you meet the spirit of vengeance?" He still kneeling.
@Dealdric

As Esker finished unpacking his things, he rubbed his hands together and laughed, admiring the new workspace he set up for himself. "Excellent," he said with a morbid joy in his voice, "now all I need is someone else...hm." Realizing he wouldn't accomplish his goals just standing around, the good doctor exited his room, closing the door behind him and exploring the mansion. Ignoring the little green demihuman walking around(he had, quite frankly, seen enough goblins in his lifetime to push him beyond the point of caring), the half-demon came across a young woman, no older than 18, holding a sketchbook in her hands. Keeping up a matching pace beside the young lady, Dr. Feilgeid decided to introduce himself with an outstretched hand a deceptively innocent tone. "Good day, madam," Esker greeted with false happiness. "My name is Dr. Esker Feilgeid. May I allow myself to be in your company?" The half-demon smiled.

@BubblegumQueen

@Blade17
"I meet many beings on my andventures through the dimensions, which sometimes leads to things as powerful as vengence" He studied Blake for a moment. "What deal did you make?" He said curiously.

Dodger was lost in thought, eyes glazed over as she fantasized about all the new creatures she’d design and draw. One of the only reasons she desired/agreed to come was because of the opportunity to meet new creatures. Of course, she would look from an arms-length away. After all, she was no idiot and would not allow herself to become so enthralled with the designs as to forget common sense. No matter the species, anyone could become a threat.

You know that first hand, do you not? Her mind nudged her, Dodger shaking her head slightly to push away that side of her. Last thing she needed was to be reminded of more depressing aspects of her existence.

While her eyes were wandered over each nook and cranny of her surroundings in order to look for some quiet corner for her to draw in, she was brought from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps joining hers. Glancing beside her, she was greeted with a man maybe 10-20 years older than her she would gauge, yet with in inclusion of supernatural creatures in this school, she would not allow physical appearances to blind her too much. He is rather attractive… yet something about him has me on edge.

And as soon as he opened his mouth and the deceptively sweet and polite words fell from his mouth, she was well aware of what was happening. The fake happiness and the charm… she’d dealt with many people in her past who acted like that. Putting on an interested tone and giving these ‘So sweet, you might get diabetes’ smiles. And they always wanted something from her. So, while she was unsure as to why he-, oh right, Dr. Esker, would want her for something… she would find out.

Giving a small yet equally fake smile, she stretched out her hand and let it slip into his. Giving a small yet not weak shake, she introduced herself. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Dodger. And uh, sure.” She added with a small nod.
@GarlandDaHero

The doctor's smile widened, although not quite to the point of a grin. She didn't look incredibly enthused with what was going on, but she seemed promising enough as a potential test subject. The sketchbook she was carrying around with her was especially intriguing, as Esker could feel raw life force emanating from within. What manner of grimoire is that? the good doctor wondered to himself. It looks like nothing more than a simple notebook, yet it gives off an aura similar to the Ars Goetia, though much weaker, of course. Very, very interesting...

"Thank you kindly, Madam Dodger," the half-demon responded, keeping up his happy facade. "Say, what's inside that sketchpad, if you don't mind me asking?" She likely wouldn't grace him with a favorable answer, but even then, he was walking in the general direction of his own room, hoping the young lady would continue to walk alongside him. Once they'd gotten close enough, he would either shove her into his workspace or suffocate her with a chloroform-soaked rag, allowing him to experiment with her anyway. It was a bit of a longshot, but the good doctor was confident enough in his persuasion skills to give it a decent enough shot.

@BubblegumQueen

Blake said," my soul for keeping my family alive, but he lied and made me this." He said. And looked down," I want to send him back to hell.." He was still looking down. @Dealdric

The uncomfortable chills she was getting throughout the interaction only seemed to further grow the longer she was in his presence. But, she refused to give up or show her unease. She would play along and remain calm, maybe try some sort of intimidation play? All else fails and something goes wrong, she’ll just summon stuff from her pages. She has plenty of stuff drawn to help her out in situations. Then again, maybe she’s just overthinking it.

Glancing down at the sketchpad in her hands at his mention, she felt herself naturally relax a little. She’s not the most social of people but… when it came to her drawings, she felt a lot more confident and open… which may not be the best thing but, what can ya do?

“Oh, my sketchpad? Just a bunch of drawings I’ve done over the past month. I have a bit of an, uh, passion for it.” This smile was a bit more genuine if not still a little hesitant. She still had her guard up but she was trying to loosen up, even if she wasn’t doing the best at it.
@GarlandDaHero

Esker chuckled quietly to himself, almost able to feel the young lady's chill as it ran down her spine. He tended to have that effect on people, what could he say? He was simply a demon of a doc- naw, too easy. And overdone, for that matter. Maids were better than butlers anyway, as they tended to be quicker to comply with their masters' demands. That was beside the point, however.

As he continued to walk in the direction of his room, he listened intently and nodded when Dodger explained her sketchbook to him, albeit rather simply. "I see," the doctor responded. He knew for a fact that the sketchbook had some sort of special properties about it, especially since he felt an aura emanating from it akin to that of the Lesser Key of Solomon. It wasn't as strong as said grimoire, but it definitely had the distinct properties of such a tome. Perhaps there were some sort of demon summoning spells scribbled within? Such a powerful tool in the hands of a rather average young lady, though. It didn't seem right, but Dr. Feilgeid knew what he sensed very well.

"Would you like me to escort you to my room so that we may go over your drawings in private?" the half-demon inquired, trying his damnedest to not sound pushy. "I could treat you to a drink or some food, if you'd like."

@BubblegumQueen

No one ever has this much interest in my drawings. For all he knows, they can be complete shit. And to have an interest in me? Very suspicious. I am definitely not being alone with this guy. Okay, time to switch gears here. Stopping her stroll, she turned to face him completely.

“Actually, I remember passing by a common area as I was walking to the dormitories. Why don’t we try there? A nice, open area. As for food and drink? Please, allow me to treat you. It’ll definitely be a good way to show off my ‘talent’.” She used the term ‘talent’ with mimed quotation marks.

She found herself wondering what he was or what his power was. He had to either have some sort of ability or was nonhuman. She had a hard time believing that a normal everyday human would come here without kicking and screaming. Humans were dicks like that. So, there had to be some sort of catch to him. She just had to figure out what it was.
@GarlandDaHero

@Blade17
"And that is exactly why you don't talk to a wierd guy alone when it comes to deals, but now Venegence has a proper vessal, you just need to learn how to be one with him when h comes out" he said in a odd way. "if your going to stay outhere, please don't destroy anything without me, I haven't caused hell in 10 years!" He said while walking off back into the building.

Blake stood up straight and said," thank you." He didn't know this guy but the guy helped him. He sighed and took out one of his pendants and opened it, one was a picture of his family. He smiled then went back to being serious and went inside as it was getting dark.@Dealdric

Joey and Golden

Golden grinned at him. "Because I still want you gone." He stepped closer to Joey, preparing to try and fight him again. "Come on, Wolfy, let's see what you got." He looked side to side before taking form of a golden werewolf.

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Instead of fighting him, Joey just walked out of the room as he knew he would just win against Golden anyway. He decided to join the people in the kitchen. I just hope these guys don't wanna start a fight with me as well. He sat in an empty chair at the dining table.

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Golden shrugged when he left, but this gave him enough time to form a plan. Something he had been working on for awhile now which was creating metallic(or robotic) versions of his own kind. He decided to get to work while Joey was out of the room.

Blake walked into the hallway passing the first couple of rooms and he enter the kitchen and leaned against the wall hands in his pockets. Thinking on what the guy told him about being one with vengeance, he looked around seeing different people. He then sighed, he doesn't want to get to close, ever since he got these powers he lost almost everyone he cared for. He always thought his gifts were a curse, but then he thought everything happens for a reason. He walked up to everyone to join hem at the table @Letmehaveone2

For a prolonged amount of time, Mishi had remained undisturbed; the world around her was alive with the sound of voices, and the shuffling of feet, but the android chose to stand back an analyze the others from a distance. Still, this didn't mean she did not enjoy socializing. On the contrary, it had been hardwired into her very core, and without it, she would be just another piece of callous machinery. However, before she could interact, Mishi needed to assess each person separately and log them into her system database.


As soon as she had completed her evaluation, the android erupted into motion - each individual wire tendon moving in time with one another as she proceeded to stretch all her mechanical ligaments. "Hello there!" She'd exclaim gleefully, turning her attention onto the male who was steadily approaching. Seeing as she sensed no malicious intent from the young human, she decided to greet him with an attentive smile.

@Melody00

Abby realized she was still outside and mentally laughed at herself for it. She went inside the mansion while still holding Whiskers in her arms. She then walked down the hall of rooms, searching for number three. 1...2...oh there it is. She read in her mind as she reached her destination. She shuffled her rabbit into one arm so she could use her now free one to open the door. She laughed at how her side of room had rabbit posters on the walls. How accurate can you be? She set Whiskers down on the bed before sitting herself down as well.

Blake was sitting at a table eating not talking to anyone. He got up then walked around still exploring the mansion. He noticed a girl walk into what seems her room. And walked over trying to talk, he thought since he's gonna be here at least make a few friends. @Letmehaveone2