forum House of Chaos (RP as your characters, everyone is welcome)

Started September 10, 2020 by @bluebee55

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(I dunno Oleander seems kinds sus.)

(Oleander was The Impostor)

"A shame I couldn't kill you permanently," Oleander drawled. "I suppose you'll just have to accept that you lost, then."
Oleander poured Gatzi a glass of wine.
"Bottoms up," he smirked, and took a sip of his own.

"I am not as stubborn as my father, so I will take this defeat graciously." She bowed respectfully.

Oleander did not return the bow, opting to glance coldly at the girl instead.
"Yes, well, anyways," he said, turning away from her. "Do we have any idea how or why we ended up in this damned house in the first place?"

"Not a clue…" Allison said, limping.
"Please, kill me…" She panted

Mashka, tired and worn out, curled up under her blanket and fell asleep. Outside, the rain and the wind slowed down until they both stopped. The mist in the living room, however, did not dissipate, leaking tendrils into the kitchen.

Gatzi sipped her wine. “No clue, really. I thought it was one of my own, bold enough to teleport me here, but I came to the conclusion long ago that it was not the right answer.”

Vozreal went to take a bath.
"Can I have a glass of wine?" Britney asked Oleander

Oleander ignored the girl, and took a swig of wine straight from the bottle.
"I wondered for a moment if I had somehow stumbled into a faery circle, but that doesn't seem to be it either," he said to Gatzi. "So that's two theories we can rule out, I suppose."

Britney looked in the fridge and got some firewhiskey.
She drank it from the bottle.

((wtf i just left for a walk))

Tess watched the whole… situation… from her post against the wall, neither stepping in or taking any sides. These people, even if she were stuck with them, meant nothing to her. They could hash out their differences among themselves with her interference. Curiously, she watched as Britney got her head chopped off, then came back to life. Noted power of the house, not that I'll need it. She strode over to Oleander and swiped the bottle from him with a quirk of her lip. "I need a drink. You're all worse than my usual company."

Britney sat down next to Mashka, but didn't know it

"Help yourself," Oleander said dryly. "Be careful, though, it's faery wine. Stronger than your mortal stuff."
It was thicker, too, with an almost syrupy texture. It was made with the fruits that grew in the Woods, when faeries were brave enough to travel in.

Tendrils of mist were creeping into the kitchen now, swirling around the chairs at the kitchen table.

Theresa stared directly at Oleander in challenge as she tipped her head back and downed a few gulps without even so much as blinking. Sated for the time being, she handed the bottle back to him and flippantly stated, "It takes a helluva lot to get me drunk. For reasons."

((wtf i just left for a walk))

(IKR? I'm still confused. XD)

"A tongue of gold and a liver of steel," Oleander commented. He was starting to like this Theresa. She reminded him of Titania, before he had turned her to stone. "Two excellent traits to have."

"More like a core of fire," she replied, holding out her hand and letting a small flame hover above her palm. Tess tilted her head and twirled the baby flame between her fingers, watching it dance. "You might as well know now: I'm the host of a sun dragon's spirit. Jaci's power is shared between us. I can call on her whenever I wish, use her body whenever I wish, and we can also switch control whenever we wish. She typically gives me free rein, however, and just sits back to watch. It has its perks and annoyances."

Oleander was barely phased.
"Interesting," he said. "Lady Theresa, my dear, intrigue me more and more whenever you speak."

Tess flashed Oleander a grin and snuffed out the fire with a flick of her fingers. "I am to entertain," she purred. "I will say, your control of your magic is worthy of an applause. It wouldn't have taken much for you to snap that girl's neck with the way you were going."

Basil thought he had woken up from a strange dream. Cold and alienated while everyone was staring at him. He thought he'd heard whispers, yet not a word was heard. It was more like a nightmare perhaps, but he couldn't compare it to…this. To him, being around others while feeling alone is better than being lost. Could anything be more stranger than this? Maybe, maybe not; being lost does scare him too.
Funny, he thought to himself while biting his lip. While glancing around, Basil placed his hand over his chest while standing up. His head was running around faster than his heart. "Que faire maintenant…", he whispered to himself.
"Ange.", he called to the pink rabbit plushie,"What are we going to do now?" A sigh left his soft-pink lips while holding the plushie. Basil got another glimpse of his surroundings before walking in a direction. He must find something sooner or later.

The mist in the kitchen was growing thicker now, chilly and damp. It already was in foot-high drifts on the living room floor. It looked almost as though someone had set down an enormous block of dry ice.

She kept drinking the fire whiskey from the bottle