Kidd

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"Did you leave your manners in the U.K.? Don't sit on my counters," Mira scolded, stepping to the freezer to pull out a blood bag. "And I'm sure you're thirsty, I'll heat you up a bag." With that, she went about doing just that, opening the microwave and putting it in before turning back to face him. "You're free to pick from any of the unoccupied rooms, of course. I think Klaus is staying with us for a little bit, though I don't know which one he's picked..." She shrugged. "Was your old home still there?" she asked curiously. Like Otto, her mortal life began in England and she loved to visit her home country when she could. However, America is where her mortal life was built, and it would always be home before England.

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"Smart boy!" Klaus' voice carried from somewhere else in the manor. Mirabelle bristled, her eyes darting in the direction it came from. Then, she sighed and gave Otto her full attention. "Yes, I suppose you're right," she agreed stiffly. "But we'll work it out, when she relays...our message to the Blackmoores." Her gaze dropped for a moment as she thought, then she sighed. A smile finally came to her face and she took Otto's arm in reassurance. "But, enough of that for now. Tell me where've you been all this time. Would you like a bag? Will you need a room this morning?" There was a hint of concern in her otherwise joyous tone, like a mother welcoming her son home from college or a long trip.

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Haha, you're doing well though. Adding some needed excitement. :D (I'm the same way, I have trouble playing particularly dark characters. Klaus can get p bad, but he usually doesn't so I hope that continues throughout the RP, lol)

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"Good day," Mirabelle said to Morven as she departed, her eyes following her as Praetor escorted the elder out. Then she turned her attention on Klaus, glaring. "You and I are talking later. Alone," she hissed at him. She had felt utterly humiliated. She was the head of the Kingstons, not him. He didn't even care about the family, so his trespassing only angered the woman. Her sire shrugged. Usually he'd respond to her demands with a sheepish grin, but he only frowned this time. "Very well," he agreed. He was quite certain he knew best, but he could wait to tell her so--she had her beloved family to attend to anyway. As Praetor went ahead and spoke to her, Klaus rolled his eyes before retreating from the room. To her dismay, her bodyguard wanted to go out and scout. She wanted to tell him to stay with her and listen to her worries and work out plans on how to deal with the Blackmoores when the meeting should arrive, but she was far too sympathetic. She saw the concern in his gaze and noted Lucian's absence. So, Mirabelle drew in a deep breath and then nodded. "Do as you need," she said. "Just be careful, and stay out of the Blackmoores' way for now." Besides, she thought optimistically, Praetor's absence would allow her to catch up with Otto and deal with... Her gaze flickered to Mithias as he walked away. Well, she could catch up with Otto.

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Morven's toothy smile was unsettling to Mirabelle, though she returned only her scowl. Part of her wanted to agree to peace--it could certainly benefit the parties and help enforce the safety of both families in the city. However, she was unsure what that would mean for the humans of New York, a concern very close to the Kingston head's heart. Yes, the Blackmoore's would continue being barbarians, and Mira preferred the right to defend against just that. She knew her eldest member preferred that too, and she reminded herself of it with a glance to Praetor. The refusal was apparent in her eyes, but as her lips parted to give voice to it, Klaus stepped away from the wall. "Tell you what, love," he said quickly, stepping beside Mirabelle to talk to Morven. He was speaking wildly out of turn, but Alistair had sent his grown-up to speak on their behalf, so Klaus took it upon himself to do the same for the Kingston head. "We'll think about it. When the...Pirate Wench is found--for better or worse--and things have cooled down, have Alistair arrange a meeting with Mira. Or perhaps both families altogether." He shrugged, the details didn't matter to him, but he shared Morven's opinion--especially since the Kingstons were outnumbered and probably out-powered by their rival family. Anger flashed across Mirabelle's face--her blue eyes red for just a moment. However, she restrained herself from acting on it; there were too many people and too much at stake as it were. Besides, came the thought, she could tell Alistair herself she wouldn't agree to any sort of peace with the Blackmoores. She swallowed and looked back to Morven. "We'll consider it," she repeated, though she didn't sound excited at the prospect.

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Whether or not intentional, Mirabelle felt as if Morven was accusing her own family of being unable to maintain the city on their own. So when she spoke, her tone was cool and she struggled not to glare at the older vampire. "Yes, the unfortunate business probably brought upon your grandson for his past interactions with rogues," she pointed out. "New York City was perfectly fine before Alistair decided to settle him and his family here. It seems as if trouble follows them, if anything. We can handle rogues just as well as they can." Granted, her sire was arguably just that, but the less she added the better. Klaus, however, picked up on where Morven's disapproval truly lied. Amusement lit his dark gaze and the corner of his lip pulled into a small grin. She only fed off of animals--of course the Blackmoore family's brutish ways were frustrating for her. The gears clicked together so easily in his head, but perhaps only because it takes one to know one. He glanced to Mira, then back to Morven as he contemplated his realization.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Zarbaha

The Academy appeared before her, and happiness swelled in Zar's heart. Her golden eyes fixated on the modern buildings covered with snow as they descended before flickering about at the incoming students. Sure enough, there were familiar faces from the years previous, but there were also an influx of first years. It was difficult to imprint the faces to her memory as everyone quickly fell from the sky, but she knew she would have the year ahead to learn more about her classmates. The speed of the descent came to a slow halt and her griffon fluttered once to drop her luggage into the snow and once again for a soft landing beside the bags. "Thank you for the ride, sweetie," Zar said, pulling a piece of beef jerky from her pocket as she stepped off the beast. He happily accepted his treat and cuddled into the young woman before taking to the skies again. On solid ground again, Zar took a moment to gather her bearings. Sure enough, her headdress needed adjusting after the breakneck flight. She fixed it so it sat straight on her head and tucked a dark curl back under the cloth. She took another few moments to straight out the rest of her clothes and wipe her eyes free of the wetness that had spawned against the cold air. Finally happy with her appearance, she adjusted the strap across her chest that kept her weapon at her back, and picked up her bags. She was already heading for the main hall when a woman's voice greeted the students and then-- And then headmaster interrupted with his own flavor of greetings. She rolled her eyes as she walked, her smile fading as she closed out the noise about her. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Dagny

Time flew by and Dagny was more than comfortable in the air. When they were finally in school airspace, the young woman leaped off the griffon, who scolded her with a screech. Nonetheless, she hit the ground with a heavy impact, snow flying up from where she hit. “Woo!” she exclaimed, greeting the school grounds quite noisily as she stood at her full height, throwing her hands in the air. A drop from that height would break human bones at least, but she stood fine. In fact, the ground is what took damage from her drop: she stood in a small crater, lending evidence to her massive true form. The griffon landed beside her with a caw of disapproval, but Dagny only shrugged in response. “It’s year four—I had to do something to spice it up,” she stated matter-of-factly, her eyes flickering about at the not so fresh and fresh meat alike—mostly looking for a reaction to her fall. She did love to show off. As she looked, she gave the large griffon a scratch on the head in appreciation for its ride before it flew away. Dagny chuckled and easily gathered her bags in her arms and looked around at the other students. The griffons were about as brutish as usual to the newer students. They were getting flung off the large birds, their luggage carelessly discarded at their feet. She laughed loud appreciative at the sight--it never got old. It was just another reason to tackle the landing on her own. She stood watching students crash and burn--or gracefully descend--from their rides of the sky for a while. Then, her bird watching was interrupted by the speakers coming to life. Dagny barely listened until the familiar and crude voice of the Headmaster took over, directing the uninformed buffoons to the main hall. The woman took over again, apologizing for the asshole, and Dagny chuckled as she turned to oblige.

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Klaus was surprised again to find Morven humoring Praetor; personally, he tended to avoid answering such questions. But goodness, she certainly was old--having a millennium on him and the Kingston bodyguard both. Then Mithias' took up the role of interrogator. His gaze flickered to the door as the doorbell rang. Mirabelle, however, stepped by him with an "Excuse me," to her guest--she was expecting another, after all. And sure enough, when the door opened, there stood Otto. She greeted him with a tight hug and then pulled away to look him up and down, her hands at his face as she watched him with a big smile. Questions swelled in her mind--where've you been, are you okay, why are you back now--but she struggled to keep her composure with so many guests. So instead, she said, "Welcome home, Otto," and finally pulled away to let him in. She was excited to have a family member return, but her smile faded slightly--she had other matters to attend to that she kept getting pulled away from. So, Mirabelle gave Otto a look, pleading for his patience, as she stepped back to the kitchen. Mithias and Morven were exchanging words, and she waited to discuss the prospect of peace between the families.

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"Good, see you then," Mirabelle said into the phone. She hesitated in pulling it away from her mouth to add, "Be careful," and only then hung up and slipped the iPhone back into its pocket. With the conversation quick and over with, she took a moment to listen to the sounds of her home; when she was satisfied nothing but Morven's presence was out of the ordinary, she returned back down the stairs to take her place as hostess again. She stepped into Mithias' path and stepped back in some surprise. "Mithias, good. The rogues have become quite an issue and perhaps you should listen in," she said, beckoning him to follow her into the kitchen where Praetor lead the ancient. They passed Klaus, who stood at the opening between the kitchen and main entrance with his arms crossed as he watched the scene. Like Praetor, his focus was also on the ancient. She looked so small and fragile, especially due to being sired barely out of childhood. It was fascinating contrast, him knowing the strength that came with age. Granted, if her directly really was animal blood alone, perhaps she wasn't terribly strong either. She seemed kind, as well. Uncalled for irritation rose in him, though he glanced at Praetor. Surely, his presence was the reason.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

See that? I knew it.