Korb turned to the newcomer, if only to see what he fully looked like instead of having to look out of the corner of his eye. He gave his head another shake, his jaw closing - returning to a somewhat normal look, if you could ignore the bits of dark patches of scales on his lower face. There didn’t seem to be much of a fight anymore, so he relaxed, if only a little.
"Oh, a clever one!" Oleander said with a sly smile. "All the better. I do prefer my women to have a bit of spunk. Don't we all?" He tossed in a fake laugh. "But anyways, dearest, was that one-note wannabe bothering you? I cannot stand to see a lovely woman suffer. Unless she enjoys it, of course!"
Mashka frowned. It was one of the psychopaths.
"I don't know what you mean by make it up to me," she said cautiously, letting the peephole grow just a bit wider.
(I hate Oleander so much lmao, he's awful)
I swear I'm not a psychopath… It's just a small fight. Everyone has those. And I was wondering if like if there's anyway I could apologize or whatnot?"
"I suppose if that's your taste in women, I could party agree with you." She commented noticing how fake the laugh was, glancing away as he left before turning back to face the man in front of him.
"I suppose you could say so, the part that bothered me was the fact that he litterally wouldn't die, also came at me for telling the truth." She heard him comment on how lovely she was and she couldn't help but laugh at it.
"I do sometimes, that time it was eh at best." She made a soso sign with her hand. She observed his whole look and then returned to staring at his face.
"Apologies are for the weak!" Oleander interjected. "Don't feel regret for your mistakes, you damn fool. That's how you get tied down with grief and concern and all of those terribly useless emotions that do nothing but make us into weeping, wailing messes. I, for one, would rather live an unrepentant and fun life than be constantly wallowing in the misery of my mistakes, on the rare occasions that I make them."
(Lol he's honestly pretty close to perfect for spectra- I like him a lot lol)
(Thank you, but I would read his character page before, uh, liking him too much.)
Spectra grinned at Ole.
"Are you reading my mind or something?" Hearing those words to her was sweet symphony to the ears, it described how she lived life on an almost perfect note.
(Yeah I will probably end up disliking him but spectra probaby won't,)
Mashka's brow furrowed. What to do?
"Tell me your name first," she decided, folding her arms. The peephole widened another inch. Her voice was quavering slightly, and she hoped he didn't notice; she had never ordered someone around like this before - heck, she hadn't really talked to anyone before. It was nerve-wracking. Mansion had always been easy to talk to.
"Oh no, of course not," Oleander said. "Nothing so barbaric as mind-reading. Although I suppose I could, if I wished, but I prefer a bit of surprise." With a flourish of a hand, he pulled a bottle of wine into the air and uncorked it before pouring himself a glass.
"Vozreal B. Rafter!"
"I suppose mind reading could be considered barbaric, it's an invasion of a person's mind, soul and everything they are." She pulled her liter and fiddled with it,messing around with it. Pryomanic alert.
Finally, Korb stood up straight, momentarily to his full height of 7ft, but only to stretch. He soon relaxed, backing up to the wall again and lifting his scarf back up. Taking a seat, just as Gatzi returned back in the room, glass of water in hand.
“Hm, I assume the fighting’s done in here for now, then?” She asked, glancing around.
Oleander burst out laughing upon hearing Vozrael's full name.
"Damn it, my dear Rafters, you nearly made me choke on my wine!" he exclaimed. "Dear me, what were your poor parents thinking?"
I don't have parents asshole!"
She rolled her eyes at his exclamation (voz's) before glancing at Ole as he burst out into laughter, she did giggle a little but like, kinda fake. Lol nvm she did laugh at his outburst in response.
What's your name? Let's see… Oleander? Rather stupid…"
Night y'all))
"your joking right?" She raised a brow in voz direction. "Who the heck chooses the name vozreal? Oleander is so much better then Vozreal." She rolled her eyes as if it was obvious.
A woman appeared into a bedroom, empty but filled with filtered voices from nearby. After a quick look around, her nose flared angrily and she stormed through the house to where she heard people.
"Why the hell am I here?"
She was gorgeous, even beyond her scars. Top model looks, with the 5'8 height to match. Memorizing dark gold eyes with little flecks of yellow that looked like sparkles; naturally thick and long lashes framing them. Her muscular body with a perfect mixture of curves and slimness that just enhanced her beauty. High and prominent cheekbones—except the one, which was caved in from an old wound—full and soft looking lips, sharp and defined jawline—even the faint scars that marred her seemingly flawless, naturally light tan skin highlighted her looks. Long and luscious golden red hair spilled around her shoulders to the middle of her back. She was the picture of beauty, and she definitely used to her advantage when she wanted to. She's seduced men and women alike with a simple touch and calculated look.
And not to mention her clothes. She wore a pair of high waisted black shorts that hugged her hips, as well as a black stylishly baggy off-the-shoulder long-sleeved crop top and knee-high black heeled boots. Flawless winged eyeliner lined her eyes, and that, paired with a simple nude lip gloss, remained her only makeup.
But despite her looks, she was very clearly pissed about being somewhere she didn't want to be.
He flipped both of them off, not wanting to deal with him today.
them*