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> > So if you want to work your character into this so he has a connection with Mith, that'd be awesome. But you don't have to, of course. > > Well I was thinking of doing a self muted character (lips sew shut) who is a complete loyalist to a specific person to the death, so if that works i can run with that Mithias wouldn't require such a thing. How would your character talk and interact if his lips are sewed?

It seems we've gotten to the point where character making and introductions are over. Now things need to happen. We need rogue vampires killing in the street, or the army busting in on the Blackmoors, or some badass vampire about to claim the magical worldstone. If you want there to be an inter-family war, then we need to fight. We need to get some war going. There needs to be like and old grudge of a life that was taken, some reason to have animosity. If the Kingstons love humans so much, then they need to be pissed about the loss of their human friends to vampires. What are they going to do about that? Aren't there plenty of vampires that don't like righteous human-lovers interfering with their feeding? Wouldn't they attack a place like the Kingston manor? Drum up some story. I want stuff to happen.

I do think Kishin missed a lot of detail and events that wiz has been trying to make clear in his posts, and that his random new characters are confusing and OP. You always gotta go back and reread and makes sure you know all of what's going on, then ask questions of your peers to make sure you have a good idea. A mistake would be different than forcing the issue.

> After a period of ten minutes, when the robot still has not returned through the portal, the rope starts retracting. However, as you do, the rope simply detaches from the portal, surgically severed at the point of contact. Apparently, it's a one-way trip, and the rest of the rope was simply phased out of this existence. If you were to go through this portal, there would be no guarantee of an easy return trip, nor would there be any promise of safety. Sensors can detect no energy moving from this other universe into this universe, but they do pick up a highly powerful energy signature. With an explosive burst, sensors across the lab start bursting. Mithias senses a power greater than he ever has, dwarfing anything that is, and anything that ever was. The enchantment that blocks off this dimension was forged by Alpha herself, and it wouldn't be long before it's arcane guardians became aware of this loophole. Already, the amount of energy concentrated in this area was singing hairs through it's mere existence, and if wielded could quite probably have destroyed the planet itself. The vampire rightly hesitated and looked over at Bug. "Bug, if we go in there, it could be our end. Whatever this portal is, our entire universe seems to be against it. I say we close it. We quit. Remember, Genocide gave you that item. He wanted us to do this. We're being used like pawns, experiments even." He put a hand on Bug's shoulder. "Don't go in there. Let's stop here and go fight with the others. Maybe we can get Genocide to tell us more, rather than throw our lives away. You have to accept that Drac is gone."

Mithias sighed inwardly, but did not move. Wouldn't it be just his luck to have timed his arrival to when Miss Kingston would be out of the house? No matter. He had already enough evidence that her invitation had been innocent and had decided to show himself. The presence of another of her guests was none of his concern, insofaras they remained peaceful toward him. "I will wait." His smooth voice gracefully ended the awkward silence.

The resident vampire had chosen to speak. That was noble of him, considering Mithias was an armed intruder in his very home. It would have been dishonorable for Mithias to sneak in like a coward and kill a vampire in his or her sleep, but he was not bound by honor. Religion and codes were for the faithful and proud, for the young, misguided, and controlled. Mithias had discarded those illusions long ago. Reality was not bound by such childish rules. All was fair when it came to survival. Honor was for a soldier, but Mithias was a hunter. As such, his mission was to kill swiftly, efficiently, and mercifully using whatever means necessary. Hunters did not warn their prey. They got the job done and vanished without ever being seen. Glory never tainted their silent victory. A hunter prized strategy and efficiency to take down powerful prey, and if such prey left itself vulnerable, then it was fair game. By all rights, Klaus would have been justified in taking Mithias' head at the first opportunity without warning. Mithias knew this and was ready for it. It would have been the smart thing to do, but that didn't necessarily mean it was going to happen. Mithias was aware of something crucial. He knew that, as time passed, vampires all eventually come to suffer the same curse that plagues high immortals, curiosity. Unless he made himself an immediate threat, there was a good chance he wasn't going to be attacked, even when trespassing into the heart of a coven. Mithias turned slowly to face Klaus, who could see that the lower half of the intruder's face was masked by a black cloth, but memorably striking, vivid golden eyes shone from underneath his hood. Those eyes held no malice or fear, and were almost disturbingly unreadable, as if they were the eyes of an animal. The aura around Mithias was that of a vampire, yet something about its timbre echoed to Klaus of vampires of old, familiar in a way, yet causing him an undeniable level of concern. ...could he admit that it was fear? Mithias beheld the creature staring at him in the doorway. He was a beautiful, yet rugged blonde young man when he was turned. He looked quite human, aside from his piercing, annoyed gaze and fangs. Mithias could only guess at his true age, but he had no desire to test the man. "Forgive me." He said, placing a hand over his chest and bowing. He stood with his hands at his side, keeping his eyes on Klaus. "I had to investigate my would-be enemies for myself. I would speak with your Lady Kingston."

Writing. I'll try to make friends with the Kingstons.

Oh yes. Mithy. I swear I will post tomorrow, if not tonight. I may have had a little to drink tonight. ^^

I will come up with something and just go with it by tonight. I should be able to post either late tonight or tomorrow. However, do contact me with any ideas you may have. I have a few I haven't suggested yet.

I'll come back and post for Stryggy soon.