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These halls are my sactuary, my peace and my world. I shape it to be mine and mine alone. Those who wander in must abide my my rules lest they be cast out. Master Gracey of Gracey Manor.

[deadgracey-blog1]

blackdaliya:

Daliya couldn’t help but arch a brow at the sound of the gentleman’s prestigious title, a smile easily spreading onto her lips. Where there was power, there was money: two of the things that excited the girl most in life. “Master Gracey, has a nice ring to it… it’s a shame that people don’t recognize your status though. It must be frustrating not having that same amount of respect, especially when you’re in a world as strange as this one.” A frown tugged at the corners of her lips to show some form of empathy, or at least what would appear as. “If you weren’t living before, I can only surmise that you were a spirit of some sort? You don’t seem like the demon type to me, but I apologize if I’ve gotten it wrong.” Just as they stopped in front of the door, Daliya leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss upon the other’s cheek. Boundaries had never been something the girl understood, nor did she really care for them. Why would she care about forwardness when she was in a world where she could finally get whatever she wanted? “Thank you.” With ease she slipped inside, eyes taking in the sight of the bar. So this is what bars really looked like… they weren’t as impressive as they sounded – but at least she had finally found somewhere she could indulge herself.

Gracey nodded as he listened, glad at least someone understood his plight and uncomfortable situation. Everything he’d worked hard for had been swept away as he had been swept into this world. “A true man worthy of respect is one that can continue on, even in the face of adversity. But, I thank you for sympathizing with me, Miss. But, yes, I was not a demon -- simply a specter who floated through his fading halls for most of what I can remember. Life before my death is almost too distant to recall,” he explained, freezing slightly from the sudden kiss to his cheek. Though it was customary for females to kiss others in hello and goodbye during his time, but this was not this was not an appropriate nor in an appropriate manner. But, he had to let it go and continue, the woman’s strange way subtly luring him in. He followed her inside, motioning for her to sit with him in the mostly-out-of-the-way booth he typically sat at when he came to the bar. “Please, sit. I will get you anything you desire and ensure you are comfortable and happy.”

[deadgracey-blog1]

fionapiper:

“Uhm – excuse me! have you seen my father, Dylan Piper? he kind of looks likes me, just taller and a male.” Fi pouted slightly, not liking the feeling of being alone “I d-don’t know if hes here or not but…I don’t know where to stay.”

Gracey paused and looked at the girl, pursing his lips as to what to do with this new situation. Though he avoided social situation at all cost, he still did not believe in abandoning others in their time of need -- especially younger folk. “I am sorry, but I have not seen nor met anyone of that manner. Perhaps we could ask the police for assistance and in the meantime, you may reside with me and my son. I promise you will be completely safe and allowed to do as you please.”

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[deadgracey-blog1]

jezebelfrancois:

“No no, really, it will be fine…  I’ve been through much worse in the past.”

“Worse? Then surely you must have learned to be more careful? A young lady such as yourself shouldn’t be harmed. Please allow me to help you. I may not remember much in terms of pain and all that is associated with that, but I believe I’ve retained information for treating wounds.”

[deadgracey-blog1]

jezebelfrancois:

“I can assure you, it’s- It’s nothing.  I’m just a bit clumsy, that’s all.”

“Clumsy or not -- that is still no excuse to ignore your injury. You must clean it immediately or else it will become infected.”

[deadgracey-blog1]

Young Kieran

@kierangracey

“Father..?” Kieran’s voice wavered slightly as he approached the other, a look of apprehension on his face. There were so many questions going through his head, and yet he barely had enough composition to voice any of them. Where were they? Where was the mansion? Why? Always clinging to the other when he was scared, Kieran found himself reached out to grab his father’s arm. “What is this place? It seems odd.”

It had been many, many years since Gracey had last heard a young voice that belonged to his son, almost not even recognizing it. But, when his eyes landed on the younger, he could hardly believe it. He allowed the boy to hold his arm, a bit too dazed to do much else. When Kieran was younger, it wasn’t unusual for the boy to retreat to his father for protection. And, no matter how many times Gracey attempted to teach Kieran not to do so, it was always hard for the man to see the hurt face that would follow afterwards. “It seems to be quite odd indeed. Some strange magic has befallen both of us -- you moreso than me. Do you not recall coming to this place?”

[deadgracey-blog1]

kierangracey:

“Perhaps they just take a bit longer to warm up to people? I’ve happen to run into Adelia and Charlotte upon my arrival, maybe you can find comfort in their company?” Kieran’s main goal was finding his father some semblance of happiness in this world. If they were going to be stuck here, why not make the most of it – right? Or at least that was what he had gathered so far. “Please don’t worry about intruding on my living arrangements, I’ve grown quite used to sharing the house with you… it’s a bit strange without you and the other spirits there. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want and longer, it might be nice to have someone around now and then. But, you’ll definitely have your own space to roam so that I’m not stepping on your toes.” He bit down on his bottom lip, still feeling a bit guilty for not having worried so much about his father’s well-being initially.

“Perhaps. But, I have seen them both. A surprise, to say the least, but a pleasant one. Thank you for you kindness, Kieran. I know you have the opportunity to b your own man in this place, to make your way in the world and build up your name. I would hate to hinder the process by forcing you to care for you father, who should have his own handle on life. No need to worry about my space -- if you wish me to get out of the way, you tell me so. It is your house and you are its master, I’m simply a guest,” he explained, still believing very much in the old ways. Not much in this world could probably change his way of thinking. “And, when you wish to marry and grow a family of your own, I will most definitely not be around as an added thorn in your side.”

[steampunktendencies]

The Study Set from the Haunted Mansion.

[wesleyxramirez]

“But the library creeps me out…  Between you and me, I think the librarian is a werewolf.  That or she’s just really really hairy.”  Wes’ face lit up.  “Sure!  It’s a museum that my Dad runs, it’s all full of weird stuff that he and the old owner, Mr. Pines, found in Gravity Falls.  It’s pretty sweet if you ask me.”

[deadgracey-blog1]

“A werewolf? I would say that is absurd but I used to be a phantom myself. I would advise you to locate a different library if the librarian is truly a werewolf. But, this museum of yours sounds very interesting. I am very fond of museums, galleries, and the like. I would wish to visit this place if the opportunity ever presented itself to me.”

[blackdaliya]

Bingo, this was exactly what she had desired. Feeling accomplished and satisfied that she hadn’t quite lost her touch while she was locked away, she gave herself a mental pat on the back before slowing the pace of the necklace’s twirling. “My name? Daliya… pleasure to make your acquaintance. What’s your name? Tell me about yourself, sir.” The more she knew about someone, the easier it was to manipulate them. She took hold of the man’s hand with her free one and began to guide him, hoping that he would naturally take the lead seeing as she had little to no clue where they were headed. Her only priority was getting a drink and clearing her head before assessing the situation she suddenly found herself stuck in. Whether if it turned out to be good or bad, at least it was an improvement compared to her prior circumstances.

[deadgracey-blog1]

“Daliya,” he repeated to himself. As the necklace slowed, he found it was easier to focus on the girl rather than the piece of jewelry. He too her hand from holding his, linking it with his arm -- it was more proper that way. Stepping forward, he led the two of them to a bar he found himself frequenting more and more. It was quiet and pleasant, with few folks that would bother you. “I am Master Edward Gracey of Gracey Manor, but you can simply keep to Gracey. My home is not here, so my title has very little pull among the citizens of this small town. A shame, really. All the work I’ve done during my past life is all for naught in this place,” he explained. “I’ve only recently arrived in this place along with many others. There doesn’t seem to be much explanation as to how or why, but it has granted me life again. I have yet to decide whether I enjoy this living body again.” He stopped to hold the door open for the other, beckoning her inside before following behind.

[wesleyxramirez]

“Nah, I really couldn’t afford to go to college.  Besides, I don’t need a degree to run the Mystery Shack.”

[deadgracey-blog1]

“No one said a man needed to go to an institution to educate themselves. I learned just as much inside my own library as I would have in a university. I would open my library to you, but I, unfortunately, cannot even go to it myself. However, you spoke of a Mystery Shack -- can you elaborate as to what that is?”

[wesleyxramirez]

“Studies?  But I already graduated, why would I wanna go back to school?”

[deadgracey-blog1]

“Many a reason, child. There is still so much more you can learn outside public education -- if you could even call that education.”

[alecponos]

     The air in Cedric’s lungs seems to evacuate all at once upon hearing a familiar voice. His dark eyes move from his hand, slowly up until they meet that of his father’s. The boy was speechless, it had been too long since he had seen his father like this and he couldn’t find the words. It also did not help he avoided the other as often as he could in the mansion. The risk of any look os disappointment being sent his way was too great. Hearing of Kieran, Cedric rubs his bloody hand on the tattered nightgown he had died in and rises to his shaky feet. ‘ How quint. A living breathing family reunion. ‘

[deadgracey-blog1]

    Gracey continued to look down at the boy, knowing he was probably in some degree of shock or surprise to see the both of them living and breathing in the light again. It definitely had been a long while since he;d seen his son’s visage at all -- the two of them seemingly avoiding each other for their own reasons. A single, quiet laugh escaped him, hands clasping behind his back. “I appears so. Rise -- you need to find proper attire if you’re going to continue being outside. You should also see to your brother if you are in need of lodging. He has graciously allowed me to stay with him for the time being and I see no reason why he would not offer you the same.”

[deadgracey-blog1]

Thackery’s starter doesn’t like to appear, so you can go here to find it.

[vespertiliox-blog]

Since it was not yet nighttime, Mulci sat in the shade of her porch, thankful that her house was in the middle of the woods. Hood up and shades on, she sat sketching the area, as well as the person who had come into in it. When the person went to move from the spot, Mulci called out after them, “Wait! Can you stay there for a second? I’m almost done with my sketch.”

[deadgracey-blog1]

Gracey still longed for the isolation that came with his home. His mansion was rather isolated and out of the way, much like himself. But, there was no place that could compare to it here. So, he was forced to wander during the night and listen to the various sounds of the woods to be at peace with himself. He had no fear of what could be lingering in there for he had already lived the adventure of dying. He would stand in one place for long periods of time, eyes closed as he took in the world around him. He paused when he heard the sudden voice, looking in its direction to see a girl. “And, I take it I’ve become a part of it, haven’t I?” He called out.

[wesleyxramirez]

[deadgracey-blog1]

Gracey cleared his throat as he heard the question, not wanting to be too rude. “I believe that says ‘run’, young man. Perhaps you should run to your studies now?”

[blackdaliya]

Finally, there were no walls of the lamp to confine her – she had finally gotten HER wish: freedom. Daliya scanned over her new surroundings, seeing only potential. Sure, it was a bit odd looking but she knew that she could make the most out of any predicament. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she began to wander around, spotting someone standing by themselves. Seeing this as a chance to have a bit of fun, she approached them. “Um, excuse me?” She began to twirl the necklace around her neck, hoping the stranger would look at it and become entranced by it. “–I want you to show me to the nearest place where I can have a drink, and then I want you to pay for it.” She kept her voice even as she spoke her order, hoping that she wasn’t out of touch with her gift.

[deadgracey-blog1]

Gracey hadn’t expected the attractive woman to walk up to him, but he didn’t particularly reject her approach. He did keep his distance, however, as he was still one who enjoyed his personal space very much. As she played with the necklace, he grew distracted by it. “Pay for your drink?” He asked, as if he hadn’t heard correctly. Usually, he would have just scoffed at such a demand. He would have naturally bought any woman a drink or whatever they liked since that was the gentlemanly thing to do, but he never took too kindly to being ordered around. Strangely, though, he wasn’t too perturbed this time around. “I can take you somewhere to have a drink, but I will have to request your name first, Miss,” he said, finally pulling his eyes from the trinket around her neck. It was still catching his eyes every once in a while, however.