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Post by Marcescens on Oct 30, 2009 17:38:54 GMT -6
Stepping out of the Dinning Room and politely holding the door open for M/13, The Captain of the Dead neatly walked around the corner, through another doorway (with no door unfortunatly) and to where the front of the house was. It was tall, two staircases leading to the first floor, one to his left, the other to his right. The carpets were a smooth red velvet and the floor boards were still a light brown, beginning to fade and slightly uneven, yet still really nice.
Beathing in the 'unpoluted air from Lord Tybalt', the Captain let it all out in a sigh.
"This is the front foyer." He introduced to M/13. "This is the front of the house..."
Turning around, he motioned to the left and right stair cases. "These stairs lead to the Second Floor where most of the rooms are. The main floor, this floor, has things like the library, billiard room, and all those good things. The second floor is mainly for sleeping... All though, naturally, there are a few exceptions. Like there always are..."
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Post by Moss on Nov 1, 2009 14:48:01 GMT -6
**M follows the Captain out, and proceeds to trot around the room quickly, sniffing the air, and looking around. Her sense automatically click into action, and she takes in everything that could be anything. Returning to the ghost, she nods, then tips her head.** Exceptions? **because, let's face it, exceptions, for the most part, are much more interesting then the norm...**
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Post by Marcescens on Nov 7, 2009 11:22:32 GMT -6
"Well," The Captain said, stroking his yellowy chin with long fingers. "There are bedrooms mostly up there, but there are many passage ways and rooms that seem to have nothing in them. Those can be exceptions. Empty rooms, for they don't know what they are..." He smiled.
The Captain had been to all the rooms, at least once or twice. Whether or not he returned was another story. Most of these rooms hid secrets that even he didn't know about. Most were still barred shut or locked from the inside. Entering in a locked room would be most impolite, so with those exceptions, the Captain had a good feel of what was upstairs or not.
"Plus there are some that have been locked up shut, and even I don't know what's in them." He admitted, speaking his thoughts. "This house holds so many mysteries and things waiting to be explored." His empty sockets surveyed the room, a smile creeping up over his face.
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Post by Moss on Nov 23, 2009 17:28:51 GMT -6
**M is about to nod in response, when a tiny squeak is heard, and a flash of white is seen. In the split moment it takes for her to register the action, her brain clicks back to it's regular, predatory state, bringing to light the fact that this civilized, thoughtful creature she is right now, is but temporary- one wrong action and she could swivel right back to the bloodthirsty state she escaped from. Ear prick forward, eyes narrow, hackles rise, and she lowers herself to the ground. Lean, muscled legs bring her body to a crouch, and semi-split eyes gaze over the room, locating where the sound came from. Because, while there's only her smell of living heat, that noise sounded much more alive then the other two men residing in the mansion. Getting ready to pounce, the only thing that keeps her from tearing after the faint shape she can sense hiding in the corner of the wall is her sense that she'll have a better change to catch it once it comes out, and her vaguely human half screaming to not kill the next thing she sees. The form makes a small whoosh-ing sound as it moves, and her body relaxes, because now she can smell it. And it reeks of death life the rest of the ghosts. Her muscles slowly relax, but she keeps her aggressive stance, waiting.** **The squeaker slowly peaks out from her corner. A transparent-pale head, topped with perfect ribbon-curl locks, looks out. From behind the wall, the side of a thin night-dress is visible, and one small bare foot sticks out as well. The round, innocent face completes the picture of a young girl, perhaps only seven or eight, turned ghostly pale by death. The only color lingering on her body clashes in violent discord with the rest of her cuteness- one red eye glowing violently in the mildly-lit mansion. Betraying her frightening eye, she gives of another childish squeal of fright at the sight of the patchwork beast in front of her, and flies through the room, feet not touching the ground, to huddle behind the Captain, peering out from behind his legs with wide eyes.** **M/13's muscle's tense to pounce instinctively as her 'pray' dashes by her, but she's somehow able to stop it, and instead whirls on the captain and the young ghost, face a mixture of sheer confusion and hunger.** ooc: sorry for the extreme cheesyness. M/13 is just too fun to describe  |
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Post by Marcescens on Nov 23, 2009 20:00:16 GMT -6
OOC: That was amazing. LOL I luff it. ;D
BIC:
The Captain tences slightly at M/13's growling and hunter like 'qualities' take over her sences for a while. For once The Captain had a small flicker in his confidence. Had he made a wrong choice by allowing a creature such as this to live here when they are close to attacking another? Even though it was impossible to kill another ghost, the thought and trouble of getting attacked, for some again, is not the most pleasant thing ever. He frowned, but his curiousity perks up more then his thoughts.
Watching M/13, his gaze follows to the hiding little girl. Instantly a smile sweeps across his aged teeth. With a grin, he glances down as she whisks over. "Hello Felicity." He smiles. "Little Girl." The Captain still had no clue what she prefered. So for now, he said both.
He bent down on one knee, gracefully flowing to her side to look at her more eye to eye. "No need to be afraid, this is M/13, a guest." he smiled, waving a hand elagantly towards the creature.
"M/13, this is Little Girl, one of the other residents in this house." He said, turning his gaze from the girl to M/13 and back.
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Post by Moss on Dec 6, 2009 14:00:56 GMT -6
**Little girl looks at the Captian with big, scarred eyes, then peaks back at the creature in front of her. She smiled shy-ly, and waves, scooting herself back behind the skeleton, and pearing out from between his legs. Her big baby-doll eyes blink once or twice, and she tips her head slightly, think about what to do about this newcomer, silent as ever.**
**M/13 leans forward a bit to get a better look at the tiny figure, slightly taken aback as she runs to hide. she nods in reply to the wave, and growls,** Nice to meet you, Little Girl.
**The ghost lets out a tiny squeal of surprise, then wave once more, smiling a little more.**
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Post by Marcescens on Dec 10, 2009 18:33:40 GMT -6
The captain's eye sockets close together slightly, a little black line showing at the bottom. A smile spreads across his face and he appears a very happy fellow. In actuality, he is very happy. It was a delight to know that not only was Little Girl smilling, but M/13 as well. The two didn't seem to want to hurt eachother, or be enemies. Captain knew that Little Girl was shy, and she probably still will be for many, many long years. But all is well.
He chuckles as M/13 grunts her reply, and at Little Girl's reaction and wave. He puts his boney aged hands in his pockets and watches the two, chuckling merrily.
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Post by Moss on Dec 16, 2009 16:22:39 GMT -6
**Little Girl looks away from M/13 and looks up at the Captain. She reaches for his bony hand, tugging on his arm with her tiny, tansparent fingers. She looks up pleadingly at him, and tugs on his arm. Apparently she has something to show them.... not that she's going to tell them what it is.**
**M/13 wrinkles her nose and tries to process what the tiny.... thing is doing. She's never been around kids before, never mind dead ones. She leans forward a bit to sniff some more at the girl, only to recoil as she gets a nose-full of ghost scent.**
**The little ghost doesn't notice M's advance, as she's much to busy pulling on the Captains arm, attempting to dislodge his hand. Of course, seeing as she's weightless, her putting all her weight isn't going to do much, but it's the though that counts....**
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Post by Marcescens on Dec 22, 2009 19:42:58 GMT -6
The Captain tilts a head and studies Little Girl for a little moment. He chuckles, then nods. "Alright then. Lead the way!"
He straightens up and looks over at M/13. "She would like to take us somewhere, you want to come?" He asks politely, a smile spreading across his aged features.
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Post by Moss on Dec 22, 2009 20:10:42 GMT -6
**Little girl takes off, her little transparent hand firmly latched onto the Captain's big bony one. Her bare feet walk, without touching then ground, as she leads him towards upstairs, where her room is.**
**M/13 thinks for a moment, then nods.** Alright. **She begins to trot alongside the ghosts, but son has to slow her pace to match the smaller ghost's. After all, even her walk is faster then the little girl's run.**
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Post by Marcescens on Dec 22, 2009 20:38:11 GMT -6
The Captain smiles greatfully at M/13, not only for coming along, but for keeping their pace. He kept his grasp on Little Girl's hand as she lead the way to a familiar path to him. He walked this way often, wandering corridors, but often to Little' Girl's room, where he had encouraged for her to come out. He smiled, remembering the good times, and followed after the little ghost, floating along just behind her.
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Post by Moss on Dec 23, 2009 15:04:06 GMT -6
ooc: see you at her room  **The closer she gets to her room, the faster Little Girls walks, and the tighter she squeezes the Captain's hand. Her big eyes get a little bigger, and she truly seems scared. Whatever she needs to show them, it's obviously big.** **M/13 smells the slightest traces of fear coming of the little ghost, somehow managing to make themselves present over her ghostly reek. She wrinkles her nose and continues to walk, ear slowly pinning back as she grows wary of this "surprise".** |
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Post by Marcescens on Dec 23, 2009 22:26:59 GMT -6
OOC: I'm-a there!
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