[hr][center][sub][color=cecece]Bé and Todd[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]St. Portwell, Oregon [ House on the Hill ][/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [color=cecece]Entwined Fates[/color] [color=ea3333]《》[/color] [[@Aeolian]Bé, Marceau, Gisèle, Todd][/sub][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5383761][img]https://i.imgur.com/lYnRbBy.jpg[/img][/url][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5383761][img]https://i.imgur.com/QEMSLIf.jpg[/img][/url][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote]

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When it came to finding some commonground between Bé and Todd, there were very few similarities that one could see. But there were two things these men seemed to share on an intristic, visceral level; loss and a soul-crushing desire for recovery. One had lost his past, the other, his wife and himself, both vestiges of their former idenities sent off into the ever cascading winds that brisked upon their faces that evening. Little did they know that their fates were entwined on this fateful, fateful day. And perhaps, through this new chapter with the coven and eachother, they could recovery what was lost. 

Back in St. Portwell, Bé had adjusted quite poorly to his new accomadations. While Gisèle remained off-site at the nearest hotel, Salazaar the hermit had stuffed Bé and Marceau into the small, dingy cramped attic where they shared an old, wrought iron bed and a wooden dresser off in the corner. Bé had been tempted to use his magic to make his new abode, more, Bé-like, but Salazaar warned him the night before, not to mess with anything he had not been permitted to touch, which was most of the attic. It was stuffed to brim with all sorts of strange curiosities and artifacts and features of nature. Eyeballs in glass jars, a butterfly trapped in amber, the head of a mandrake, it was all there, and more. Marceau was morbidly curious by all the oddities, but Bé belched in utter digust and spent very little time in that room, other than to sleep. 

On that fateful that he would meet his old coven mates once again after so many many years, Bé had received a call from Auri, urging him to attend the meeting at the House on the Hill. While he had initially refused, feeling his presence in St. Portwell was enough of an existential punishment against him, Gisèle through her eloquence, convinced him to go with she and Marceau by his side. Marceau was the hired help, but Gisèle had promised his mother that she would look out for him as if he were her own brother. 

Todd had recieved the same call as well, only a few days prior. He had packed up what he could feasibly fit in his old 1995 Beetle, tearfully kissed his children goodbye, and set off toward his new accomadations, a modest flat near Memorial Park that stunk of stale bread from the bakery that operated beneath him. When Todd finally arrived at the House on the Hill, he couldn't believe where he was. It was almost as if, he were coming home. Not because of the location, but the people. Despite the grave circumstances, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of elation prickling under his skin. The kiss of his lips curved slightly upward, and walked toward the old abode. 

As he approached the door, he heard the rumblings of another car pull up behind him, a large black SUV. And out of it came Bé, Gisèle, and Marceau. Todd was not familiar with this trio, but they had an air about them, refined and regal. At least Bé and Gisèle moved with sophistication and their all-black silken garbs made them look like a neo-French royalty, effortessly glamorous and beautiful. Their sparkling aquatic eyes constrating against their dark skin was the most captivating element Todd took notice of. Marceau, on the other hand, appeared as grunge as ever. He was practically shirtless, just a thin tanktop fitting enough to cover his v-line and nipples. 

Todd smiled warmly at the newcomers as they walked up and paused in front of him, [color=fff200]"Eh, howdy. I'm Todd. You here for the meeting?"[/color] His gaze met Bé's and he could sense a coldness radiating from the man. Bé was uninterested with any sort of pleasentries. He just stared at Todd, until Gisèle interjected awkwardly, [b]"Heh heh, sorry. My cousin can be quite obtuse. Yes, I ummm, I do believe we are here for the coven meeting, right? I'm Gisèle. This is my cousin Bé and his companion, Marceau."[/b]

Gisèle's english was sufficient enough, but she worried that her French accent might make understanding her a challenge. Luckily, Todd was not at all alarmed and in fact, found it quite charming. Marceau knew very little english all together, and so he remained quiet but attentive, giving Todd a firm handshake, as this was the American thing to do from what he saw on the tele. 

Todd nodded, [color=fff200]"It's a pleasure to meet ya'll. Shall we?"[/color]

[b]"Sure,"[/b] Gisèle said softly. Todd couldn't help but catch Bé's icy blue gaze again. The beautiful frenchman was statuesquare, a once-in-a-century beauty personified, but his countenance almost sat in a perpetual scowl, as though he dreaded being there. It unnerved the Cheyenne man, but Todd shook his head of the thought and went up to the door. Of the trio, Bé seemed the most familiar to him, but their time together in the Coven must of been very brief, no? Todd could not place any memories they might have shared, not even a greeting in passing. 

Todd knocked on the door. Once. Twice. Nothing. He tried wringling the door knob, but the old door just creaked, and heaved, unwilling to provide them with passage through the threshold. 

[b]"Is it locked?"[/b] Gisèle asked, looking over his shoulder. Todd chuckled, [color=fff200]"Seems that way, but, i've got it. Just a moment."[/color] Todd wasn't sure he should use his magic so openly in-front of these unfamiliar individuals, but, if they weren't who they said they were, it was unlikely they would be able to see anyways. The blind were always so oblivious to magical phenomena, even when it sat right in front of them, gilded and bright. It only took a moment though for Todd to work his magic. Part of his right arm shifted, taking on a pale translucency. He slide it through the wooden door and twisted on the knob on the inside. The door creaked open. 

Gisèle looked amazed, [b]"Thank you. Is that your magic? Are you like a ghost?"[/b]

Todd chuckled lightly, walking through the threshold and turning to face her once he was in, [color=fff200]"Something like that, yeah. Do you possess magic of your own?"[/color]

Gisèle nodded, [b]"Mhmm, we all do. Mine is woefully unimpressive, My cousin's on the other hand..."[/b] 

Bé brushed against her, [color=00a99d]"Gisèle that's enough. We are not here to make inutile pleasentries."[/color] He then turned to the native american man, his gaze steely and annoyed, [color=00a99d]"Todd, is it? Mind yours and we'll mind ours. Just lead us to the meeting room as you intended, s'il vous plaît."[/color] 

Todd was taken aback. The passive-aggressive nature of Bé's words vexed him. As someone who radiated warmth and commonality, Todd was at a loss on how to respond in kind. He didn't want an escalation, so he gave Bé a feigned smile, [color=fff200]"Sorry bud, this way. Auri said it'd be in here."[/color]

As they approached the room, they could hear voices discussing things from inside. Bé and Todd shared two entirely different experiences as they entered the room. 

Todd seemed excited, to see everyone again was almost overwhelming. But the discussion was so heated, he was certain that he had missed very important details. He figured he'd make niceities with everyone after the main discussion was over. Not wanting to interject or disturb, he sat in a chair near the back of the room, listening in closely to what was being said. 

Bé on the other hand felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of dread. [color=00a99d]"You wait outside the door"[/color] he said coldly to Marceau in French, [color=00a99d]"This isn't any of your concern."[/color] And in truth, Marceau wouldn't have understood what was being spoken anyways, aside from a few American swear words likely to be slung about. And so Marceau did as he was told and that was that. Bé took in who was all present. It did seem some people were missing, but seeing Anya and Sloane amongst the weeds was a slight, ray of light in the darkness. Despite his quiet fondness for them, he was not exactly the type to display it and greet old friends cheerfully, so he went to stand beside Todd, resting his lithe body against the back wall and crossing his arms. Gisele sat in the chair next to Todd and they shared a friendly smile before looking toward the main discussion that was unfolding. 

But If Bé could help it, he wouldn't speak a word to these people, some he recognized, others a bit unfamiliar to him. Most, he disdained for one reason or another. 

So AT LAST, Todd and Bé were finally with the coven, but how things will unfold with their arrival is yet to be seen.












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Salazaar the Hermit
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Gisèle, Bé's Cousin
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Marceau, Bé's Bodyguard
[img]https://i.imgur.com/E3YCUO0.png[/img]

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