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@ask-the-allknowing-consig
“Heya, I’m Greis.”
Greis adjusts her glasses and smiles.
“I’m a consort, and I’m fully willing to work for any bad mafia there. I mean, where’s the fun in working for innocents? I don’t see much.”
“Anyways, nice to meet you. Hopefully, we’ll see eachother some time.”
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ur smelly
:(
Have you heard from Valentino lately??? also how are. you smelly boy? ilysm
Nope, I haven't received any information, so I haven't had a reason to contact him. And he hasn't contacted /me/..so. ALSO I AM NOT SMELLY.
What did one Arsonist say to his girlfriend? "You're hot"!
Not this again.
The lady walked quietly in the evening, glancing around out of pure habit. She pushed some of her bangs out of her eyes, walking up to the home. She had heard of a new person in town and wanted to meet them, and of course do her job. She knocked on the door, then waited in the lingering silence. @curiousconsigliereanubis
Consigliere would have been found working his first late night at his desk, the room quiet save for the occasional click of his metal arm prosthetic and the scratching of pen on paper. He lightly cringed as he heard the knock on his door, almost half-ready for stench of gas to make itself clear but..that could’ve easily been paranoia.He sighed, getting up from his chair whilst shaking his head to answer the door, only undoing the lock and leaving the bolt it, opening it a crack.“What do you want.” He asked bluntly, a teal eye examining the girl up and down, his voice monotone.
@curiousconsigliereanubis
She nodded silently, watching what he did very carefully, skimming him over with her blue eyes, although still it was too early to tell with so little information to figure out his role. She visibly relaxed, smiling to him easily.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Corey. Are you related to Giles Corey from the original witch trials?” She asked, then shook her head.
“You don’t have to answer that of course. Welcome to Salem, I remember when I first moved here, almost everyone is welcoming. Almost.” She mumbled the last part with a shrug.
He was a slender man, rather tall and standing at a firm 6'1 and a half, though this could easily just translate into being..lanky. His clothing was pretty normal, carefully picked out, save for the tattered brown trenchcoat he wore, something that reached just below his knees and had the sleeves slightly rolled up.
“..My mother took an interest in stories about the witch trials, yes. Though, I’m unsure about the fact that I was named after someone named who died because stones suffocated him..” A slight chuckle. “I appreciate the welcome, miss Anubis. Are you named after the Egyptian god, or..?”
She shook her head and smiled innocently. “Well not exactly. It’s a name I gave myself when I came to this town. That’s not very important though, anyways do you like the town?” She asked, crossing her arms and looking around slightly.
She noted how he dressed, mainly normal like anyone else, but more dull colors. Easier to blend into a crowd that way, but it could’ve been his fashion choice. Maybe she was just investigating a bit too much. She decided to just listen and talk to him, but still was alert on anything he’d say.
"Ah, a fake name..?" He tilts his head to the side, raising a brow..then nodding. "Understandable. Hm, the town is quiet, though I heard a rumor this place was filled was filled with crime at night, so I.." There was a small tone of familiarity in his tone saying that, possibly a flag of his own. "It's fine, better than where I used to live."
Oh, right. Proper manners much. "Oh, er- would you like to come in? It's probably going go get chilly soon, and I can fix up some tea...?" He couldn't just quite tell that she was examining him through, but then again, she was here for a reason..arson or witch, worst case scenario. But she seemed intelligent, so..it would be awful trouble if she was an investigator.
"Caused quite a ruckus, ended up getting kicked out, but nonetheless...urgh, I don't know what caused that sudden realization, and I still feel sick to my stomach thinking about it." He looks sort of uncomfortable now.
Mafioso: Let’s make up code names for each other!
Mafioso: Your new nickname is Glasses Person.
Consigliere: I hate that name.
Mafioso: Your new codename is fuckin’ asshole.
"Dirty fantasy? .... .... Don't have any.." (its transparent for a reason, u guys decide what consig is thinking about)
You’re like a furnace,
dangerous and interesting.
I remember when everything was snacks and television,
but now everything is guns and death.
When did I stop being a kid
and become a M O NS TE R?
Does it still hurt? Even after all these years? ——( “Yes.” )
Reblog this to be apart of Orville’s Christmas party
It’s a Town of Salem event where the reblogs will determine your character’s Secret Santa and if you’ll appear or not. Reblog onto as many blogs you want, when you reblog specify whose coming.
Reblogging ends 12/10/17, event starts 12/11/17, have submit box or messages open for the invite.
(Forgot to add name) Giles Corey
17. Ever hit a friend? (Or anybody at that, you seem like a well rounded pacifistic townie!)
"..I smacked a.. close co-worker one time, ended up almost getting shot. Though, other than that, no. Violence usually doesn't solve anything for someone of my position, it's just better to let the bigger people do the work you can't." Shrug..Townie, huh?
Awkward Asks!
What’s your dirty fantasy?
Have you ever wet the bed passed age nine?
Have you ever begged for something? If so, what was it?
What was your biggest freakout over?
What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?
Have you ever raged at a video game? If so, why?
Worst thing you’ve spent your money on?
Worst lie you’ve told?
Childhood crush?
Be honest, have you ever wanted/do you have a body pillow? If so, of who?
What’s one thing you’re ashamed of, but, love at the same time?
What’s one ridiculous situation you’ve found yourself in?
Worst gift you’ve delivered?
Cringy moment you can remember?
What does your underwear look like?
What’s the last thing you’ve cried over and why?
Ever hit a friend?
Worst lover experience?
Worst friend experience?
Did your parents ever catch you doing something bad? If so, what was it?
Who is that? Who are any of you? Well. I set myself up for strangers running to my door- You make a blog just to lurk, and then they see something interesting and come running right on in as if they own the place. Hmph. What am I rambling about? Get out of here. Scram.
Just a question? Fine. But stay outside. I reserve the right to slam the door in your face.
TOS Ask Blog for the Survivor Role || Anne Estmund
🍸 Valentino found himself literally hunting other Mafia members, knocking on the door of the newest member of the town. He was actually rather calm at the moment, playing with the buttons on his sleeves as he waited for someone to open the door. Once the door opened, he introduced himself. "Evenin'. My name is Valentino Flores." He introduced himself. (@ask-the-control-freaks)
“…” Why was someone at his door this late?! ..Was the first thing that the consig had pondered to himself tiredly, before going to his door to answer to @ask-the-control-freaks, only opening his door a crack, his metal hand peeking through it.What a straight up introduction.“It’s Giles Corey,” He started, before trailing off to himself..wait. Valentino Flores? Hasn’t he heard that name before..? “What brings you here?” Not even one or two days here and people are coming to his doors. This town can’t be that friendly.
“His name’s Apoctol Agryis. The bastard wants the Coven to his knees almost as badly as I want the Town begging for mercy. He’s a Potion Master who has a fancy eye for fancy pictures- see he’s even got me blackmailed into working with him. I would’ve killed him, hadn’t he had such incriminating shit on me. Little fuckin’ cockaroach.” He spat, crossing his arms. He obviously hated Apoctol, but that was besides the point..
“Your skills, the Framer and our ‘Blackmailer’ and I’m sure in no time we’ll have all of Salem bowing to us.” Valentino spoke confidently, smirking, then he heard the answer. Curious he was, but he decided not to press on the matters of the man’s arm. In due time, he’ll know this man like the back of his hand and he’ll use his abilities to recieve what he desires.
If he likes it or not, it didn’t matter to the Mafioso.
"A Coven? Both murderous forces and magical forces in the same town? ..Hrm, two mafias and one Coven. The townies are extremely outnumbered.." Of course blackmail on the mafioso would be had, he didn't seem at all like the discreet type. "This'll work out. I'm guessing the reason you want the town at your feet is because of that godfather you mentioned?" That was just pure curiosity speaking, despite ignoring Flores' questions himself.
"Nonetheless, it'll be a pleasure to do business with you. Pay your price, and I'll be helping you destroy this town, bit by bit."
For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.
