forum RP: Ruin [still OPEN to anyone!] (Refer to first posts for updates)

Started June 19, 2018 by @PurplePartyTiger language

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Moraphe opened the door. "Ah! I see we have a latecomer," he exclaimed softly. "Come in, my dear."

Adel opened the door gently, the flame lighting up the room, "Hello"

"What is your name, young lady?" he asked.

(lol, the question now is: do we ship them again or not?)

(Hmm. . . what do you think?)

"Adel Fitzgerald sir." She replied, gazing around the grand lobby, her hair glistening in the fire.

"Well! Welcome, Adel. I can show you to your room, unless you'd like to find it on your own," he offered.

"If you could please show me to my room that would be delightful" Adel replied

"What manners! It's only fair that I return your pleasantness." He bowed, and offered her his hand.

Beau continued to walk through the halls, constantly readjusting the satchel on his side as he studied the walls. He caught a few people staring at his white-blond hair, but ignored them. He didn't exactly love his hair color, but it had turned to that shade when he had first received his powers. There was nothing he could do. Even dyes on lasted for a few hours. As Beau continued down the heavily decorated corridors, he managed to find a few rooms.

"6034. 6034…" she chanted in her sleep.

Adel slipped her hand into his, her high heels clicking on the floor. "This is quite a nice place, do you own it?"

"Would you like to come with us, Beau?" Moraphe called to him.

"And yes, I do."

Adel turned around to the person who he had just called out to. "You have the most beautiful hair I've ever laid eyes on Beau" she complimented, her eyes shining in her fire

Moraphe chuckled.

"I have owned this place for…oh, I don't know, fifteen years? Quite a long time, one would say." He glanced at the house around them. "Not as long as you would think, for an old man like me."

"How long have you lived Moraphe? " she asked, not taking her eyes off of Beau's hair

"I am sixty-seven years old," he declared. "And then some."

They reached the stairway that would take them to the upper floor.

"You are quite young, my father lived till he was 203."

"You don't say?" Moraphe was surpised. "Now that's something you don't hear every day."

They went to ascend the stairs, but the old man stopped short.

Abiliene stood on the stairs, rubbing her eyes. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice raspy.