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Wow! Prisk! You're back! Good to see you! I see you have changed somethings from the original The Spirits Within. I wish you luck on this one!
Seeing I will be without internet for a few days, I went ahead and posted: don't want to make people wait too long. I apologize ahead of time if you think I took too much control of your character, Adjectives. Let me know if there's something you'd want me to change about it.
Aside from that, I believe Moon is working on a post as well. Hopefully the Order will crash the party soon
Aside from that, I believe Moon is working on a post as well. Hopefully the Order will crash the party soon
The conversation between Sebastian and Pazel was abruptly cut short when an intoxicated boy stumbled his way over to the two, mumbling incoherent nonsense. Something about hunters getting a person or thing named Gran and he emerging from it. Was the kid attempting to summarize the story of Little Red Riding Hood or was he composing poetry about a phoenix emerging from the ashes? Pazel had no idea what the blonde was saying, but he did know this: there was no way this kid was 21 or older. “How old are you?” Pazel asked the second the young drunk finished his sentence. Surprisingly, the blonde, Matthew was his name, was apparently 18 years old. He looked barely 13, but Sebastian confirmed Matthew’s claims. Pazel had no choice, but to believe them. Had this been any other country, Pazel would have stopped pestering Matthew about his age, but this was the U.S. and the legal drinking age in all 50 states was 21. With how inebriated Matthew was, however, Pazel would have made Matthew stop drinking regardless of his age. “Why are people in this party allowing a teenager to get this drunk? I hope you didn’t drive here alone. Never mind. Come here Matthew.” Pazel passed his dessert plate to his aunt before guiding Matthew to a nearby chair. Once he managed to get Matthew seated, Pazel kneeled down to Matthew’s eye level. Pazel spoke slow enough to be sure the blonde could hear and understand what he was saying. “Stay here. I’m going to get you some water okay? If I’m lucky, I might find that pizza you wanted. It’ll probably be ridiculously fancy, but it’s still pizza.” Pazel stood up and looked to Sebastian, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, Mr. Jung.” Then he was off with Sophie close behind him.
Expecting the unexpected must be a prerequisite for working at this party; when Pazel asked if he could have a cup of water and whether or not pizza was on the menu, the staff took Pazel’s order, disappeared into the kitchen, and came back with a tray with a glass cup, a water jug filled with ice cold water, and a miniature pizza with expensive toppings sprinkled all over it. That was unbelievably fast. Not even refrigerated pizza could be prepared that fast. Maybe the staff members were having their own pizza party in the back. Pazel thanked the overworked staff before heading back to Matthew.
On his way back, Pazel bumped into a well dressed woman, an encounter which ended with some of the water jug’s contents to splash on to the woman. The woman, on the other hand, managed to save both of her drinks without spilling a single drop. The damage was nothing serious, but Pazel quickly apologized to the black haired woman. Accepting the handkerchief offered by Sophie, the woman wiped herself dry. From how carefully she dried her silver necklace, he began to worry if he had ruined something priceless. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart. No harm done.” She smiled at Pazel until they heard Beauregard call out. “Carmilla!” The woman called Carmilla turned to Sophie, holding up the handkerchief. “I’ll be sure to clean this and send it back to you.” Sophie shook her head. “No need.” Carmilla smiled once more, before walking away, towards Beauregard. When Beauregard opened his arms to welcome her, Carmilla dodged Beauregard entirely and headed straight towards a group of people who were waiting for her. “What’s the word youngsters use these days?” Sophie suddenly asked her brother. “Burned?” He offered. “Ah yes,” Sophie repeated. “Burned.”
Pazel watched Carmilla pass one of the drinks in her hand to a man, who Pazel recognized being the man who was yelling at Beauregard earlier. “That’s Carmilla’s husband, Croglin Vlad.” Beauregard informed Pazel.
“Wasn’t he yelling at you earlier?”
“Indeed he was. Aside from having an affair with Carmilla, going out with his mother, and taking his daughter’s virginity, he accused me of making his son gay. Which is ridiculous, because no one can make a heterosexual man gay. He was just in the closet.” While Pazel was at a loss for words, Beauregard continued. “I am very disappointed with Carmilla though. I thought we had something special. All those long nights together. The mind blowing sex. The sweet nothings we would say to each other. I said ‘I love you’ at least twice already and this is how she treats me? For shame.”
As fun as it was to watch his grandson’s dumbfounded face, Sophie’s expression was more accurate to what Beauregard was feeling: confused and worried. Beauregard exchanged body fluids and said “<I love you>” twice to Carmilla Vlad, yet she had completely evaded Beauregard. Impossible. Well, not impossible, but highly unlikely. There were ways around Beauregard’s “charms”, but the Carmilla Beauregard knew could not have met any of the requirements. Sophie turned towards Pazel. “Why don’t you go deliver that water and pizza?” Remembering his original quest, Pazel rushed back to Matthew with the tray.
After Gloria Anderson made her speech, the siblings watched the leader or representative of each family follow Gloria to the main attraction no one else would have the chance to participate in. Stealthily Beauregard fished out his smartphone to take a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Vlad before Croglin vanished with the others.
Click.
Expecting the unexpected must be a prerequisite for working at this party; when Pazel asked if he could have a cup of water and whether or not pizza was on the menu, the staff took Pazel’s order, disappeared into the kitchen, and came back with a tray with a glass cup, a water jug filled with ice cold water, and a miniature pizza with expensive toppings sprinkled all over it. That was unbelievably fast. Not even refrigerated pizza could be prepared that fast. Maybe the staff members were having their own pizza party in the back. Pazel thanked the overworked staff before heading back to Matthew.
On his way back, Pazel bumped into a well dressed woman, an encounter which ended with some of the water jug’s contents to splash on to the woman. The woman, on the other hand, managed to save both of her drinks without spilling a single drop. The damage was nothing serious, but Pazel quickly apologized to the black haired woman. Accepting the handkerchief offered by Sophie, the woman wiped herself dry. From how carefully she dried her silver necklace, he began to worry if he had ruined something priceless. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart. No harm done.” She smiled at Pazel until they heard Beauregard call out. “Carmilla!” The woman called Carmilla turned to Sophie, holding up the handkerchief. “I’ll be sure to clean this and send it back to you.” Sophie shook her head. “No need.” Carmilla smiled once more, before walking away, towards Beauregard. When Beauregard opened his arms to welcome her, Carmilla dodged Beauregard entirely and headed straight towards a group of people who were waiting for her. “What’s the word youngsters use these days?” Sophie suddenly asked her brother. “Burned?” He offered. “Ah yes,” Sophie repeated. “Burned.”
Pazel watched Carmilla pass one of the drinks in her hand to a man, who Pazel recognized being the man who was yelling at Beauregard earlier. “That’s Carmilla’s husband, Croglin Vlad.” Beauregard informed Pazel.
“Wasn’t he yelling at you earlier?”
“Indeed he was. Aside from having an affair with Carmilla, going out with his mother, and taking his daughter’s virginity, he accused me of making his son gay. Which is ridiculous, because no one can make a heterosexual man gay. He was just in the closet.” While Pazel was at a loss for words, Beauregard continued. “I am very disappointed with Carmilla though. I thought we had something special. All those long nights together. The mind blowing sex. The sweet nothings we would say to each other. I said ‘I love you’ at least twice already and this is how she treats me? For shame.”
As fun as it was to watch his grandson’s dumbfounded face, Sophie’s expression was more accurate to what Beauregard was feeling: confused and worried. Beauregard exchanged body fluids and said “<I love you>” twice to Carmilla Vlad, yet she had completely evaded Beauregard. Impossible. Well, not impossible, but highly unlikely. There were ways around Beauregard’s “charms”, but the Carmilla Beauregard knew could not have met any of the requirements. Sophie turned towards Pazel. “Why don’t you go deliver that water and pizza?” Remembering his original quest, Pazel rushed back to Matthew with the tray.
After Gloria Anderson made her speech, the siblings watched the leader or representative of each family follow Gloria to the main attraction no one else would have the chance to participate in. Stealthily Beauregard fished out his smartphone to take a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Vlad before Croglin vanished with the others.
Click.
@Doctor Belasco: Hmmm, seeing a week has passed, mind if I post before you?
@Adjectives: Oh, also, is it alright if I use Matthew for a split second to answer a question? I don't intend to control him, but for the sake of flow, I wanted him to tell Pazel his age so I can get Pazel moving. I wasn't going to make him do anything else (unless you count Pazel forcing him to sit down). If you'd rather me not, I can cut the post short and wait for your reply (or PM you of my post).
@Adjectives: Oh, also, is it alright if I use Matthew for a split second to answer a question? I don't intend to control him, but for the sake of flow, I wanted him to tell Pazel his age so I can get Pazel moving. I wasn't going to make him do anything else (unless you count Pazel forcing him to sit down). If you'd rather me not, I can cut the post short and wait for your reply (or PM you of my post).
Rosenkreuz is already at the party 
The real question is, how soon do we want hir target to die.
The real question is, how soon do we want hir target to die.OhmygodhowcouldyoudosuchaunspeakableandterriblethingtomeIwillneverforgiveyou!IdemandthatyousacrificeagoattoourgreatlordBabylios'chuaschuaghathisneverysinstant!
... I kid, of course :)
I personally did not think it was godmodding, so no worries at all!
... I kid, of course :)
I personally did not think it was godmodding, so no worries at all!
Pazel was stuffing his mouth full of sinfully delicious cheese cake when a familiar voice turned his head away from his plate towards Sebastian Jung. “Good to see you here. I had no idea you'd been invited! I recommend the truffles. Well, I recommend everything. Gloria always puts on a tremendous spread.” Pazel’s eyes widen in recognition. It was his counselor—…tutor—…professor? In all honesty, Pazel had no idea what Mr. Jung’s professional standing was in the University. As soon as his first academic semester began, Pazel was told that he was required to participate in private meetings with Mr. Jung. Considering his occasional academic struggles —who was he kidding, the presence of at least one failing grade each semester was as constant as the number of inches in a foot— Pazel believed that the University deemed him mentally retarded and decided that he needed all the help he could get. Even with a special counselor-teacher person and a graduate student tutor Pazel still failed some courses. Man. How in the world did he even get admitted into Anderson University? Not based on his SAT scores, that’s for sure. Maybe the private school did charity work.
Automatically, Pazel placed his fork onto the plate in his other hand, and firmly shook Mr. Jung’s open hand. He wanted to vocally respond to Mr. Jung, or at least give him a smile, but the contents in Pazel’s mouth prohibited him from doing either. Instead, Pazel made a few gestures and mumbling noises that made absolutely no sense. When Pazel discovered that he was possibly the worst person to play charades with, he pointed his index finger straight to ceiling. There was nothing on the ceiling, but Pazel’s hand remained in the same position while he attempted to quickly chew and swallow down the cake.
An awkward moment slowly inched its way by. With the exception of his jaw, Pazel was as still as a living statue and right behind him was his ever watchful Aunt Sophie, whose eyes narrowed at Sebastian. Without ever looking away, she passed a cup of water to Pazel when he started to cough from a piece of cake going down the wrong pipe. After thanking his aunt for the water, Pazel finally turned to Mr. Jung and gave him his best smile.
“Sorry about that Mr. Jung. I got kind of carried away with the sweets. You missed me orgasm over the chocolate truffles. Do you know where they get them? I need to know where they buy them… If you were talking about the fungus kind… well…” Pazel looked around his surrounding and leaned in to whisper. “Let’s just say I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Don’t get me wrong. The food was good. But I think truffles are over rated.” Pazel returned to his previous position and voice volume. “As for why I was invited… apparently for my Uncle to publicly humiliate his, or my, whole family.” Pazel turned to his aunt with a smile before she could restate her past comment. “I know that’s not what you meant. I’m just giving you a hard time.” He turned to Mr. Jung again. “As you can see, I’ve already succeeded in making some of the guests laugh at me. Oh and at my costume. Did you know there’s such things as a formal Halloween party---… Never mind, unless you dressed up as James Bond, you knew this was a formal party. You look dashing by the way.” Pazel tilted his head. “Actually. Why are you here Mr. Jung?” Suddenly Pazel’s caramel skin paled slightly. He took a few steps away from his counselor-tutor-teacher. “Don’t tell me you already got the results of my math test.”
Sophie’s eyebrow rose at the worried tone of voice. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. Her eyes demanded Sebastian to tell her that IF he had the results of Pazel’s math exam that she would know it. Now.
Automatically, Pazel placed his fork onto the plate in his other hand, and firmly shook Mr. Jung’s open hand. He wanted to vocally respond to Mr. Jung, or at least give him a smile, but the contents in Pazel’s mouth prohibited him from doing either. Instead, Pazel made a few gestures and mumbling noises that made absolutely no sense. When Pazel discovered that he was possibly the worst person to play charades with, he pointed his index finger straight to ceiling. There was nothing on the ceiling, but Pazel’s hand remained in the same position while he attempted to quickly chew and swallow down the cake.
An awkward moment slowly inched its way by. With the exception of his jaw, Pazel was as still as a living statue and right behind him was his ever watchful Aunt Sophie, whose eyes narrowed at Sebastian. Without ever looking away, she passed a cup of water to Pazel when he started to cough from a piece of cake going down the wrong pipe. After thanking his aunt for the water, Pazel finally turned to Mr. Jung and gave him his best smile.
“Sorry about that Mr. Jung. I got kind of carried away with the sweets. You missed me orgasm over the chocolate truffles. Do you know where they get them? I need to know where they buy them… If you were talking about the fungus kind… well…” Pazel looked around his surrounding and leaned in to whisper. “Let’s just say I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Don’t get me wrong. The food was good. But I think truffles are over rated.” Pazel returned to his previous position and voice volume. “As for why I was invited… apparently for my Uncle to publicly humiliate his, or my, whole family.” Pazel turned to his aunt with a smile before she could restate her past comment. “I know that’s not what you meant. I’m just giving you a hard time.” He turned to Mr. Jung again. “As you can see, I’ve already succeeded in making some of the guests laugh at me. Oh and at my costume. Did you know there’s such things as a formal Halloween party---… Never mind, unless you dressed up as James Bond, you knew this was a formal party. You look dashing by the way.” Pazel tilted his head. “Actually. Why are you here Mr. Jung?” Suddenly Pazel’s caramel skin paled slightly. He took a few steps away from his counselor-tutor-teacher. “Don’t tell me you already got the results of my math test.”
Sophie’s eyebrow rose at the worried tone of voice. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. Her eyes demanded Sebastian to tell her that IF he had the results of Pazel’s math exam that she would know it. Now.
Sounds good to me!
ToskaO said *Psst*... she look's unhealthy because she has a drug problem... Not that she won't take your food... and repay you with a sharp tongue.Adelaide isn't likely a common patron of any cafe's, but is probably a regular at more than one bar. If that's the how Paz know's her, she probably wouldn't recognise him (but she'd act like she did if it meant a free drink!) If you want it to be a two way relationship, the apprentice thing is the only one I see working with both Paz and Adelaide's personalities.Sound's like a plan :) You can count on your new tattoo having some... interesting properties
Ah, well, it doesn't mean Paz knows about Adelaide's drug problem. He'd still want to feed her :) However after much debate, I think I'll just have Paz working at the cafe that turns into a bar at night place. Adelaide doesn't need to recognize him, but Pazel will remember her as the zombie chick... and want to feed her XD Adelaide can be one of the many victims of Pazel's cooking!
Moon said Something to think about: How do you guys want this party to end? I have a few thoughts of my own.1. It could end peacefully, with our characters leaving the occasion with at least one new connection in the magical world (as in, another player character/family). This offers a lot of time for dialogues between characters during the event and a chance to write as the leader of your family (during the actual peace meeting part of the party), but it lacks proper action and deception, which everyone loves.2. It could end with a fight between two or more families (maybe even started by player characters themselves). The peace treaty breaks down as blood is spilled, sides are chosen, and fancy mansions get trashed. This plays more into the families and would allow alliances between player families as they pick sides, eventually evolving into a kind of mini war between them. For the hunters among us, this option presents a chance to hit the witches while they are weak and divided and maybe even join forces with a family or two with the intent of wiping both sides out. The enemy of your enemy is your friend... until your enemy is dead.3. It could end with a fight between the witches and the hunters right now. A massive raid led by the Order (which could sweep up a few outcasts working the place as well) against this concentrated group of higher ups in the witch world. This gets us into the most action quickly. People will die, a lot of people. This could lead to the survivors of the party (our characters and maybe some stragglers) working towards revenge or even just to survive as the hunters seek to wipe the remnants of the even off the face of the earth.These are just a few options I came up with on the spot. If you guys like any of these, or any parts of these, let me know. And of course, if you have your own ideas don't hold back (do I say this enough?). Up to you guys what direction this story takes.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
I think I like them all, but prefer a mix of 2 and 3 or a mix of 1 and 2. I would like there to be time for dialogues between characters/leaders during the event.
If I remember correctly, didn't the idea of assassinating a witch leader come up previously? Is that idea out the window?
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