Peregrine rolled her eyes as Oleander spoke, tapping her foot.
"Can you like… shut up, maybe? For once? Just let ten seconds, ten seconds go by without opening your mouth and blabbering on about every girl you lay your eyes on."
"That'd actually be pretty nice." she muttered, as ole had stopped the beautiful girl from responding to her. She did however listen to everything Tess said, waiting til she was done.
"Oh? well you may have fancy heritage or normal heritage but ic couldn't care less where your from or who your from." she was being honest, for once. She stared back down at her lighter, wishing to have something to use it on.
"Fascinating," Oleander mused, stroking his chin. "I'm not from your 'Earth', but I do connect to the successful and powerful family bit. I'm the son of royalty, quite obviously. And if you wanted, well…you could be royalty as well."
"It's more of who's in my head at all times, but alright," Tess muttered, shrugging. Though, her lips tugged up into an amused half-smile at Peregrine's comment. Though the constant comments about her appearance were getting a bit much, she did like the attention. It was a change from the usual things she got from her family. And speaking of his comments… She tilted her head and pretended to think about Oleander's 'offer' for an exaggerated amount of time. "Well… I can't say that I'm overly impressed by royalty. I live with multiple princes and a queen."
“Lineage is always an interesting story, especially if you actually know what is in it,” Gatzi comments, from her spot in the room. Korb looks at the floor.
“Now,” she clicks her tongue. “I wouldn’t know much about my lineage, given I consumed my parent before I could ask them about the family history. I almost regret it, but back then, the idea was simply not in my mind.”
Korb stiffens. “You..ate your parents?”
“Parent. Only one. There wasn’t two or more, just the one. But yes, you did hear correctly..And what about you, my odd friend? You must have an interesting heritage to look like that.”
Korb looks at himself, examining his clawed hands. “I wasn’t born, I have no family history. I was just created. In a lab.” He mumbles, answering Gatzi’s question. Gatzi hums in thought.
"Who cares about royalty, I think mafia's are a lot better. More freedom, Less responsibility to up hold. More rule breaking." she commented hearing oleanders offer, glancing at her lighter and flicking on and off.
"I wonder if the person who lives here are here or if they abandoned the place and just decided to drop us here." She looked around the place, it would make a pretty nice fire. she thought, before glancing back at the other two.
"Yes, but those are mere human royals," Oleander protested. "My royalty, Faerie royalty, is far more…interesting."
"How so is it more, interesting, then normal human royalty?" she rolled her eyes looking away and around the room.
"Porca puttana there's a lot of people talking," she muttered to herself, letting a touch of an Italian accent slip through. "It's worse than the boys." Tess held out her hands, letting her head wrap around the different people talking. "Okay. Okay. Parent eating is valid if they're assholes. Mafia having freedom is iffy. If you do something they don't like you get dead. As for the royals I live with, they're gods, not humans. I have very little human friends."
She took a breath and flicked her eyes around. "Ever hear about the solar dragons? Weapons of war built by the sun and moon? Anyone?"
"How so is it more, interesting, then normal human royalty?" she rolled her eyes looking away and around the room.
"Firstly, we all have magic. And are immortal, more or less. So things get…interesting, rather quickly, if you catch my drift," Oleander said. There had been many, many wilds nights at the various Courts. Too bad there had also been so many of those terribly boring meetings to discuss policies and whatnot. He much preferred the dinner parties. And what occasionally followed.
she shrugged
"Being the daughter of the leader does tend to have its perks, along with everyone in it being scared of you." she replied to tess's comment about mafia freedom.
"its definitely a horrible place for a kid to grow up in though." she sighed, looking around more.
"I suppose i could see how that would get interesting," she muttered to Ole's response.
Britney was blue-eyed, and with brown hair styled like a bob. She was about 18, although she looked 21. She had freckles and was rather cute, but would sucker punch anyone who called her cute or attractive or whatnot. She HATED compliments like those. If Vozreal always smiled, Britney never did, unless she had gotten a particularly good kill that day. She came out from the top of the stairs, looking
"Hello, where am I?" She asked, confused but not afraid, unlike Allison.
(Britney, btw)
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Mashka, having retrieved a bag of dried fruit from the pantry, slipped past the group and sat down at the kitchen table. It was only then that she realised she did not know how to open the package. Curious, she tugged at the shiny, slippery bag, but it didn't open. She bit it and tried to open it that way, but it didn't yield. Frustrated, she tried to tear it open with her fingers, but her only takeaway was a broken nail.
"Um," she said, holding up the bag, "does anyone know how to open this?"
She walked to the kitchen.
"Do you need help?" She asked, wanting to help
"Yeah. Could you open this? I don't know how to get it open."
"Sure!" She opened it for her.
"What's your name?"
"Mashka." She sat back a little bit, rubbing her clavicle with her thumb, and took the bag.
"Britney." She said. Her bow and arrow was missing.
"Where is it?" She said, looking for it on her person
Enzelan woke up from their slumber. Rising up their nails gripping the sides of whatever contraption they were currently in, they inspected the room they were currently in. Without a doubt, it was a bathroom and they were in the tub. An empty tub, but why a tub, out of all things? Their acute hearing picked up on others in the domicile with them.
Enzelan was tall, very tall as they stepped out of the tub and in front of the mirror. They had dark, purplish skin and long gangly claws. Their face was almost human if not for the lack of hair and the way their mouth stood out, almost like a snout. They had no lips and their gums and very long, sharp teeth were exposed to the open air. Their face was almost skeletal.
They strode out of the bathroom and into a bedroom, one they did not know nor recognize. Clad in their robes thankfully. Black eyes scrutinize the room but since they do not spot anything out of the ordinary, they leave the room and move to the stairs, a long tail with a stinger swaying behind them. Their bare feet hit the stairs and they walk down presumably to where there are people.
Vozreal went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
"yare yare daze…" He said, looking in the fridge for something to eat. He began humming beautifully, like a random song that you don't know that comes on the radio, but angelic.
"Why is there music?" Britney asked
Mashka, her mouth full of food, looked up curiously. She could hear music; she assumed it was coming from another being, since her only experience of music had led her to believe that only voices produced tuneful melodies. Glancing around, she shrugged and picked out another piece of dried fruit.
He kept humming, found some frozen pizzas and starting baking them.
"Sorry about earlier, I geninuely didn't mean to do that! I sincerely hope we can start on the right foot!" He said, noticing Mashka
"On the right foot?" she asked, confused, glancing from his feet to hers, which were bare, skin glimmering gently. She curled her toes under her feet and rubbed her clavicle again.
"Start anew." He clarified.
"yare yare…" Britney said, walking into the living room.