#viciousgold

It was just supposed to be a weekend trip. In Eleanor's mind, she should have been able to go three days without feeding so she had left her blood bags behind. They were sharing a room, after all, and sneaking it would have been difficult. But she was still all too green to this new life of hers to know her limitations.

So when Eleanor let herself into the hotel room that second night after a walk, she was already feeling weak and shaky from lack of sustenance. The sight of Marisa seated on the bed, legs crossed and scantily dressed, her neck exposed, she could no longer control herself.

Luigi is tucked up under a large bathtub in his latest client's home, having removed a part of the floor in the level beneath to inspect the pipework and find the damage. He'd managed to shut the water system off earlier that morning, and after he was able to access it, the damage didn't look near as extensive as the effects of the damage would have lead one to believe. That was good news. Truthfully, he would probably be finished in--

Luigi startled and dropped his wrench, hearing someone smashing glass on the floor above him.

That did not sound good.

He scrambled down his ladder to the level below the tub and called out, "Ma'am?" Had she fallen down? Dropped something? Had her pet monkey broken something in her absence?

Lou pulled his green cap tighter down onto his head and started up the stairs.

What he was greeted with made him scramble up onto the floor and take cover.

Half a dozen strangers, all dressed similarly, had broken into Marisa’s home. Luigi pressed his hands over his eyes briefly before making his way to the back of the house to leave as quickly as possible.

As he did, he saw Miss Coulter briskly walking away. As if nothing were happening.

“Ma’am,” Lou hissed, quiet, but his voice didn’t carry far enough to reach her. Tools and other supplies forgotten, Luigi moved to follow after Marisa, concerned about her home and her safety. Luigi also couldn’t see her monkey anywhere.

He reached down to hold his overalls straps for comfort, but found one was undone. He didn’t have time to fix it, and instead ducked down and followed after Marisa.

"...What? You gonna turn me in for stealing someone's wallet? Cause listen - I don't know where the hell I am, what's going on - "

THE RIPPLES IN THE VEIL ALWAYS REACHED her long before her guest reached the front door. Ruby descended from her reading room, clawed hands clicking on the flagstones as she snuffed out torch after torch to set the scene. Those who knew her would be expecting a beast, and those who didn't were tested early. But this one -- this one was interesting. Even from here, Ruby could sense something unusual about her.

gabriel is a hater on main

3. What current rp trend do you hate?

small icons (like. 10x10) with the shadows bumped up all the way up to a point where i cna't see shit. like at that point, what's the point of icons??

11. What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

not everyone is kind, and not everyone has your best interest at heart (not anyone here, mostly from my early rp days)

34. Have you ever cried while writing a reply?

FREQUENTLY.

36. What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

female ocs.

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september 15, 2014 — a day after a theorist attack on the american congress in washington d.c. both of them had seen this happen on the tv, though still in two separate houses. marisa had called to inform him she had something important to tell him and they should meet as soon as possible. her husband, unsurprisingly, had a business to attend in the capital city. once the news of the attack spread all over every news channel on tv, asriel was pretty convinced it was what marisa was going to share. after all they both heard whispers. both from one and the same person — edward coulter. his dear university friend and his lover's husband. he's been discreetly going on and on about the upcoming changes in the us government. asriel, once being an active man in politics, was encouraged to re-enter the former ranks and join a vast project that was going to greatly impact their futures as well as the whole country's. asriel had an important news to tell marisa as well.

the news of agreeing to her husband's proposal a week before he left boston. asriel's decision based on the undeniable tension that told him it was better to find himself in the eye of the storm and be informed first hand. the whole idea of forming an organisation called the sons of jacob. the name itself revolting at best, its ideas unthinkable for most people living in twenty first century. he wasn't informed of what would be the immense operation everyone within the organisation has been whispering about. officially, it was an isis organized action. they both knew, though, it wasn't the case. what he heard just seconds before, though, seemingly had nothing to do with the attack. nothing to do with the shaky politics. nothing to do with curtural changes. and yet it had everything to do with it.

❛ are you sure ? ❜

his hand pressed to his lips, brushed against his growth, taking in the news. it couldn't be happening now. the maternity units have been no more than a ghost for years now and most people would rejoice in the news. i'm pregnant ; the two words everyone in the modern world, all over the globe, wanted to hear. thought it was barely one small battle victory for many of those few lost the war by miscarriage, fatal generic illnesses and cot deaths. they would have gone though it. they could have easily lie the child was edward's. he had no reason to suspect his wife was in love with his old friend for three years now. they could have managed that. . . if not for the dynamic changes. it was all going to go down now. the fanatic plans were bound to become a reality once the most of the parliament members, along with the president, we killed in yesterday's attack. the government that was bound to be silently taken over by sons of jacob, who saw fertility as the most desired and treasurable of resources.

❛ we have to leave. . . i don't care how you will make him believe that you must go back to france — but we cannot stay here now. he cannot find out. ❜