I talked with D4saken1--we agreed that knock came after Praetor and Mira entered.
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Klaus nodded in response to Mithias' thanks, though remained quiet. Anyone who knew him would know falling into such silence was unusual, though, again, it wasn't his home nor place and he didn't want to say the wrong things to the wrong person. Luckily, it wasn't too much longer when the front door opened and Mira and her bodyguard entered. His red gaze dropped to where Praetor's hand rested on his hilt, then up to Mira, whom he greeted with a rare and genuine grin.
Mira stopped and blinked, taking in the guests in her kitchen. "Uh-- Yes, who are you?" she repeated Praetor's question to the stranger, pulling her eyes away from her sire.
"Talk down to me for critiquing your 'book' and then address a guest like that?" Klaus challenged, his smile bitter as he watched Praetor. "Can't say I'm surprised, but perhaps the Romans should've stolen manners from Greeks since you helped yourselves to the rest of the culture."
If Mira didn't look exhausted before, she certainly appeared to be now. "I've spent my night lecturing children, Klaus, so please don't add yourself to the bloody list," she said, speaking quickly toward the end as three heavy knocks were laid upon the door. She looked too Praetor, and then to Mithias as a signal to deal with him. Then she turned away from the kitchen, stepping to the door. She took a moment to sigh and mentally compose herself.
Then, she opened the door to greet the stranger with a smile that faltered in light of the strange attire he wore. "Um-- Yes. Hello. Can I help you?"
Is there a description of the Kingston homestead? Also im in the #Roleplayerguild chat. should i join another one?We're in a Cold-Blooded specific chat as well, if you're interested: http://us20.chatzy.com/23840164776075
-eagerly awaits Cynder's return for approval and to start this thing-
Back at the Kingston residence, Klaus and Mithias are snuggling on the couch reading Dracula together.This is now canon and you can't take it away from me.
Take your time. C:
I personally don't like the whole ghoul thing, but if the majority likes it maybe we can throw it into the RP?
Also the Kingston family is severely lacking. Especially since Apollo hasn't been posting...
Human drinks vampire blood > vampire drinks human blood > kill the human, and they'll wake up a vampire. So I'd say the injecting thing won't really work. I'm a firm believer that every vampire needs to have a maker!Yeah, like that method for turning. 'Tis what I subscribe to for my vampires. uwu
> Can I change Blake to a Meister?
I know I ain't the GM, but I don't see why not. Especially since he isn't posted on the characters tab yet.
Klaus was pleasantly surprised not to hear the other vampire unsheathe a blade or pull a gun as he turned back. Instead, he followed in silence, probably just as tense as he was. It seemed more and more apparent that the other didn't mean any immediate harm, though Klaus was still understandably hesitant to trust him. When they reached the kitchen, he noticed Mithias' gaze on the book, which he addressed as he opened the freezer.
"It was co-written by a vampire," Klaus explained, wrinkling his nose in contempt. He pulled out a single bag of blood and then wrinkled his nose at that. He just didn't like anything about the house, it seemed. "I'm Klaus," he added. Despite his age, Klaus wasn't a terribly big name in the vampire world--he spent most of his time off the supernatural grid and definitely staying out of family business. He glanced to the other before tossing the bag into the microwave. When he found the right buttons, his attention turned to the cupboards where he fetched a single mug. Then, since all he could do was wait for the blood to warm, he focused his attention on the other guest again.
Those golden eyes were complimented by a handsome face and long hair, and Klaus' gaze flickered away for a moment. He had nothing more to say and he was still hesitant to ask questions as the wrong questions could give the stranger answers better kept secrets. So instead, his gaze flickered to the clock above the kitchen entrance; he wondered where Mira was and--he would never admit it--but he did hope Praetor walked in with her. The more Kingstons the merrier at the moment. He turned back to the microwave. He was quick to pull the bag out, dump its contents into the mug as he tensed at the scent, and set it before Mithias.
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