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  1. Down With the Sickness (faction thread)

    Ever the quiet observer, Maryanne watched Leinhart wrap his arm around the cross, and smirked at the subtle irony of the act. Keen eyes then turned their attention to the amassed hoard as she slipped into her own thoughts. An eleven headed hydra... taking over the world... Master Leinhart sure doesn't like to do things by halves. Trailing her gaze over the gathering of unsavory sorts, her thoughts were interrupted by the gentle sensation of someone prodding or stroking at the exterior side of her skull. Her lips drew up at the corners once she recognized the visitor, and her mental shield of impenetrable, glittering obsidian shuddered and parted a fraction to let in the mental message. "If I can handle Master Leinhart then I'm sure a Hydra, regardless of how many heads and rows of teeth, will not be enough to deter or cower me. Besides, I have nothing better to do with my infinite time. I'm always looking for something to keep things... interesting. I hope this won't disappoint." She shot her reply back down the mental link that had been established between them, not needing to even glance in his direction as she watched a particularly interesting lady navigate the crowd. For she could be called no less than a lady as she glided to part the crowd like the red sea. If Leinhart noticed her obvious presence, he gave no indication. But the lady seemed not be the sort to allow his dismissive behavior, making ignoring her impossible as she appeared among them. Maryanne quirked a brow, but said nothing.
  2. Chateau De Choisel [Haunted Glen]

    Dragging dark stockings over the pale creamy surface of her thigh, Maryanne hummed quietly as she took her time in getting ready. One found little urgency in their actions when offered an eternity to enact them. Balancing perfectly, she lowered the foot she had propped on the dark oak chair to the ground that adorned a rug of such a deep purple, that one might easily mistake it for black. The bedding was of a similar colour, if not a little lighter. Dragging the midnight fabric from the back of the very same chair, she raised it above her head, letting the shimmering gown slide down her form in a cascade of night sky. The dark dress fell over her curves and settled nicely, close to the skin. Stars glinted in the candle light when she moved, the dress pooling at her feet in such a way that would be a tripping hazard for any clumsy mortal, or immortal alike, she supposed. But Mary was full of that sought after vampire-grace, and had no issue with the dress giving her her own small perimeter, and no quarrel with her preferred footwear of heels- of which she was currently slipping into a pair of. All that was left to do was tie up her hair, paint her lips, and dust her eyelids with dark powder. All of which were completed in a matter of minutes. She had been rather anti-social lately, preferring her own private quarters to the more public spaces of the gargantuan place. It seemed a shame to stay cooped up and not fully appreciate the grand extent of her lodgings. So with that fore-mentioned grace, she swept for the door after first decorating her ears with tear-shaped dark gems as an afterthought. All dressed up for a simple trip to the impressive library, silently hoping that there wouldn't be many others there. On her way, however, her sensitive hearing meant it was hard not to pick up on some sort of commotion. While this struck a chord of interest within her, she did not waver from her path to the library. She could easily obtain information on the events later, through certain means at her disposal if necessary. Not even the faint smell of blood teasing her senses was enough to draw her to that courtyard, she had some self control for heavens sake. As she neared the library, faint hints in the air gave away the approach of Lord Choisel, and his less than pleasant mood. She took this as her cue to slip silently into the library, waiting inside until his stormy attitude swept past the doors, likely heading for his own quarters. Immortals, she thought, also prone to tantrums. Like big bloodsucking children... oh well. She would, of course, never say this directly to Him of Crows... she wasn't that stupid.
  3. House of Choisel, Pureblood Vampire Family

    I'm back from my trip! Where do I even start..? Oh boy.
  4. House of Choisel, Pureblood Vampire Family

    I can try for a post this time, though, as it is off my phone it may not be the best. It shouldn't really make things more difficult but somehow it does.
  5. House of Choisel, Pureblood Vampire Family

    I'm sorry, would it be possible to skip me for this go? It's difficult with being the other side of the world... I'll try for next time, though!
  6. Going away for a month. Should still be able to post from my phone, but responses may be slower or shorter. Sorry for any inconvenience, I'll try my best 😊 

  7. House of Choisel, Pureblood Vampire Family

    I'm actually at the airport right now (First time flying alone 😥) and it's going to be a long 23 hours of flying. Then when at my location I'm sure I will have wifi, but... it could affect my posting time. I'll try my best though.
  8. There Goes the Neighborhood

    Understanding the gravity of the situation and the rough, inhospitable environment, Mia had no problem with following Radcirg in order to survive in one piece. Couldn't very well help others if she was reckless and got herself killed now, could she? So, hefting the burden of the bow on her back, Mia began the daunting ascent, keeping her balance well on the uneven terrain. With no desire to end up warming the belly of some monstrous creature, Mia kept her wits about her - instincts from years of hunting naturally slotting into place and subtly shifting her behavior. Footsteps became lighter, her breathing was directed silently through her mouth, and calloused fingers twitched for her weapons at any unidentified sounds. She would not be caught off guard. She would not become prey. While Mia was a far cry away from being out-of-shape, her thighs began to burn after a considerable while. She was grateful for the heat, and did not voice any protest. Powering on up the path, she suddenly slowed, her right foot hesitating to take another step forward. Tanned hands went to rest on the hilt of the sheathed knife at her hip. Sounds - coming from over to the left, maybe slightly below them. Likely nothing, but possibly something. She kept walking, her pause to listen brief. Hopefully if there was something there it would not trouble them. Would not notice them. Mia considered mentioning it, but if neither of her companions thought anything amiss, she would likely remain quiet. Quiet, but still alert - and hungry, she decided. Definitely hungry. She just hoped that her traitorous stomach would not rumble its own growl of complaint. That, and she hoped that she was the only thing around here that'd love to sate their appetite.
  9. House of Choisel, Pureblood Vampire Family

    It's 3AM on boxing day, please forgive any errors in my post. I also did try to control yet not control your character as much as possible @Rin, Nova is free to find a way out, or not, or never fall into the spell to begin with, if I didn't make it clear enough in the post. Any issues I didn't notice or consider, let me know. But for now, my brain is fried... goodnight. ^-^
  10. A Dire Housewarming (Haunted Glen)

    Maryanne picked at an invisible thread on her shoulder as a ghost of a smile graced her lips. She was pleased that Alistair was voicing thoughts almost mirror-image to her own on the matter of the Vandom pest. Whether or not she noticed that he took it a step further by infiltrating into Damien's very soul to manipulate it to his will like pliant bamboo, she did not let on. She willed her face to be calm, bored, even, with the whole exchange. When those smoldering eyes landed on her, however, she repaid the gesture. Distaste wholly vacant from her expression now as she drank in Alistair, she smiled - genuinely smiled - listening to his praise, and noting his lingering stare before it eventually broke. So, somewhat reluctantly, her attention again returned to Leinhart. Maryanne remained quiet and still, only moving once to dip her head in subtle acknowledgement of his statement on the two keeper's reliability. A muted confirmation that he was not wrong in saying so. However, it was not long before the arrival of Sebastian drew her gaze, Mary playing the part of quiet observer, for now. Sebastian's words only further solidified the spoiled, childish image that Mary had painted in her mind of the "Young master". No self control. No discipline. Shameful. But so like the youth. Mulberry brows knitted together as a sensation of two holes being singed into the pale flesh of her back caused her to pivot, turning to meet Frankie's gaze, like that of a wild and angry beast. Look at that pout! Someone is not happy with me at all. To her credit she did not shy away from such untamed fire. Maryanne clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "Really, Frankie," She cooed, "What can a death stare do to the already dead? Glare at your leisure, it will not see the flesh melt from bone, no matter how much you wish it." She was not trying to start a scuffle, nor meant disrespect, just a little banter. Mary was sure the simmering lady could handle such a gentle jab. Nova chose this moment to try and make her departure, much to Maryanne's pleasure. Moving fast as an asp, it was the work of hardly a second before Mary closed the distance between them; this would hopefully allow her to evade any potential venom-laced retorts or spit-wads that Frankie deigned appropriate to hurl her way. Clamping a firm hand on Nova's shoulder, the physical contact alone would be enough to allow her a glimmer into the other vampire's mind. Enough for her to begin enforcing her power - her poison. Unfortunately, she could only currently graze the surface, the rest depended solely upon Nova. Unless Nova had any kind of special way of detecting the breach, however, Maryanne would be free to plant her suggestions, spread her influence without Nova ever knowing that the thoughts and feelings were not her own free will. Without Nova gaining the sense to step away and break that currently vital contact. "Leaving so soon?" She purred into her ear, the grip she held sliding from one shoulder to the other, cutting a path across Nova's shoulder-blades. Her movements all feline grace and silky elegance as the arm snaked around her, pulling her close, enveloping her in Maryanne's intoxicating scent - wildflower and lily. Another part to the game. Stay. Mary coaxed the thought silently to the girl. Nova's mind envisioned in her own to be covered in sheets of gossamer spider-webs, layer upon layer. Not an implication of little-use, simply how Maryanne operated her power. Mary was confident that she could at least influence the other female to linger a little longer, to want to stay. Even her failure would surely cause some delay in her departure; hopefully not a violent delay. In her own head she saw her hands brush away the first delicate layer. This is more interesting than most things you'll find elsewhere. Such unpredictable, untested new characters. Relax. Stay. If in the unlikely (but possible) event that Nova resisted, she would find her limbs no longer frozen in place, free to move out of the keeper's grip, even lash out if she felt threatened enough. But if not, then Mary would continue. Look. Over here. She was trying to coax her to look at her eyes. Twin skies of swirling storm clouds for her to float into and lose herself. If this worked, and nova fell victim to her trap, Maryanne would gain a deeper control over her mind and implement her final suggestions as three more layers of translucent threading unspooled from their center. There's no need to go. No need to fight. Go back to where you stood. Wait. If all went according to plan then Maryanne would separate from Nova, retreating from her unharmed mind, moving back to Leinheart's side - slower, this time. To observe once more, and carry out given orders.
  11. There Goes the Neighborhood

    A muscle feathered in Mia's jaw. Hadn't she already passed that rock? Of course, it could be another similar rock, but she was fairly sure it was the same rock. Then again... rocks can look similar, and they often do, so perhaps.... No. She had been this way before. This was infuriating. Uttering a curse under her breath that lingered as a cloud in the air, her language was foul enough to curdle milk. "Ok, ok. Stop. Think. Look. Where am I? What can I see? Where did I go..?" Being fairly sure she took a fruitless left last time she was (maybe) at this rock, Mia decided this time to peel off to the right in hopes that it would be more rewarding. Another long, painful, and spirit-crushing half hour later, Mia paused to evaluate her surroundings. Being so unaccustomed to this area, it was an understatement to say that she was struggling. She had no idea how she was going to navigate, or even survive, the frozen crags at this rate! But she had to help. Brown eyes, freshly brimming with frustrated tears, noticed a sedentary figure exhaling smoke in the not-too-far distance. She was saved! Adjusting her bow on her back, Mia jog/walked towards the stranger, slowing her pace as she got closer. Looking around, Mia assumed she was in the right place. She also assumed then, that the other person was not here by coincidence, but for the same reason she was. "I'm so glad to see you!" She greeted, gesticulating her arms out to sweep horizontally at their surroundings. "You're here about the S.O.S I assume? Don't suppose you know how to navigate this place? Didn't have too much time to plan, but I knew I had to help. And how about that growl, huh? Scary, but not enough to send me running!" Mia laughed as she slapped Radcirg twice on the back in a friendly manner. She did a full, slow spin. "Do you think anyone else received the message?"
  12. A Dire Housewarming (Haunted Glen)

    To Maryanne it seemed as though Frankie would be safe enough from anyone else who would wish to "claim her", simply due to the fact that Leinhart had stated that they would first have to get through him. Damien piping up drew her attention away from Leinhart and Frankie, and her lips, painted deep purple, drew up at the corners in amusement as if pulled by invisible strings. A vampire with daddy issues trying to puff out his chest and throw the weight of his name around as a weak defense. Pathetic. She didn't voice her distaste, but she let some of it creep into her expression, barely noticeable, but there nonetheless. Then it was Nova who snagged her attention. At least this one didn't try to fight with a far away army. Mary liked this one better, and so her smile became less bitter. Unfortunately, as Mary's disposition shifted, so too, did Frankie's. Leaning forward a fraction to see Frankie around Leinhart, she almost recoiled out of fear that she would burst into flames from her rage. Maryanne did take a step to the side when Leihart received a stinging reminder to watch his tongue, and another step as Frankie further expressed her displeasure in the form of saliva (and possibly mucus). Charming. One slender index finger flicked in a small, sharp movement, sending the spit flinging to the grass and leaving his suit clean and dry. An affinity for controlling water was helpful, considering all the things that are fully or partially made up of it. "I'm fairly certain that the prospect of facing Francine alone would scare off most people wishing to try their hand at procuring her. At least, those with common sense and no desire to die any time soon."
  13. Who wants to assist me in my revival?

    Maryanne is my newest and only vampire character. If that helps. There's a link to my characters in my signature.