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emma. if her voice didn't give them away, the mask that the mysterious host had placed them in certainly would. "not too good. too befuddled, perhaps." many questions were still whirling around his head; how did they get here? how long would they be stuck? why didn't he feel anything? he lost sight of his brother, deciding in that moment that talking to him wasn't something he wanted to do. he'd much rather talk to someone amongst the living. someone he did feel things for. "other than the mask, you look positively ravishing." in his personal opinion, the mask his way too much of em's face from his view. "do you also have a phantom spirit from the past here?"

emhowling

emma was a wolf. the black and white split mask simply accentuated that. "you know who don't use words like befuddled?" they asked, taking stepping around alexander and eyeing him up and down. "people that don't act too good for things." actually the mask hadn't bothered them as much as they thought it would. it was easy to forget it was on, however, emma was on edge from being trapped inside for so long. the claustrophobia they felt was quite real. hogwarts had also been hell. "yeah, yeah. you clean up nice too." emma then leapt with cavalier abandon onto his front, fully expecting alex to catch them. "am I suppose to?"

#c; alexander #;talks

hauntedscreams

who: anyone where: haunted mansion - near courtyard

alex felt a bit surreal, mainly by trying to grasp his lack of emotions to the current situation. a lot of people that were seeing the ghost of someone they loved seemed (from what he could tell with the masks obscuring their full faces) to be experiencing grief or joy. alex, though, didn't feel much of anything as he looked at the figure of his brother, which only ceased to confuse him. "are we supposed to talk to them or is proceeding to stare appropriate?"

emhowling

"are you too good to look at the people you talk to now?" emma could recognize alexander anywhere. even if they could not see the familiar curve of his spine in the pitch black dead of the night, they could still hear the dry tenor of his voice and smell nutmeg and whiskey that clung to him. a mask certainly wasn't going to stump them.

#c; alex #;talks

omega.

#;emma #;inspo #;masquerade #adhonoremtask #adhonoremtask017 #;tasks #;tasks017

carlaconnors

emhowling

@hauntedscreams @xavecamour

#;emma #;rosalyn #;fenrir #;alexander #;inspo

xavecamour

"I'd like to see you try, little wolf." fenrir chuckled as he leaned back against the fence, hands either side of him, surveying the carnage. his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and his laughter lacked the usual humor it held when spending time with emma. "that what you want?"

emhowling

"I prefer runt. it sounds scrappy." they had long embraced the nickname that succinctly captured their size and stature. emma was a runt by all accounts. short and sickly, but fast as hell. even fenrir couldn't catch them in full sprint. "I want to go to bed, but I get the funny feeling that you're not gonna let me. why do we always have to fix everything or move? why can't they just get over it?"

#c; fenrir #;talks

hauntedscreams

emhowling:

“I think that depends on if the company is you.” emma said as they tugged alex down to their height by the collar. “where you been, sneaky?”

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"mostly the tavern. it is high time i hire some competent help." he needed someone that could not only tend bar, but listen (at least close to as well as himself) to the patrons for information and report back to him. "did you miss me?" alex gave a wink as he leaned in to place a quick peck on emma's lips.

emhowling

"I met a guy who might need some work. he ain't competent, but he could intimidate some folks and listen well enough." plus he was a werewolf. they always needed better pay situations to scrape by. emma was lucky. they pulled in enough from inking people to help feed a fair few besides just themself. they grinned. "maybe." emma held alex close to their face. "I was getting bored."

#c; alexander #;talks

notwaldenpond

“He’s good at many things.” Walden said, a little smug. Maybe ward work would help Antonin get his mind off whatever had him tied into knots. Did he know about Damocles’ bad idea, too? He didn’t like thinking about it too long. “Myself, no. Someone else, maybe.” Picking a fight with Rodolphus was a bad idea, an enormously stupid idea, but he couldn’t help the broiling need to punch something itching under his skin. “Come on then, you can judge my repair man skills.”

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“yeah? so am I.” emma shrugged, unimpressed. “that was about four different answers so I don’t actually know what the hell you said.” they grabbed walden by the shoulders and hopped up onto his back. wherever he wanted them to go, he could take them. “why are you all huffy and puffy? this ain’t about breaking things. is it? alex hasn’t caught me up yet.”

#c; walden #;talks

notwaldenpond

“Some of them more than others, probably yeah.” But the one for Fenrir, that one was fucking specific. He was certain that one held. Maybe not the rest of the pack though, Em was right. “Leaving me alone right now is not a good idea, Em. So please come with me.”

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“ain’t antonin good at wards? you should have him recast some.” of alex’s friends. walden was by and far their favorite. winnie gave the feeling of sitting next to a snake about to strike, and damocles had a habit of kidnapping their kind to experiment on so he can fix them. it kept her in a constant flight mode. antonin was alright, but he was hard to get a read on and had that weird cat. “geeze. if you’re not about to off yourself, pick a better wording. I’ll come with you crybaby.”

#c; walden #;talks #tw: suicide mention

hauntedscreams

who: emma ( @emhowling )

“would you like some company tonight?”

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“I think that depends on if the company is you.” emma said as they tugged alex down to their height by the collar. “where you been, sneaky?”

#c; alex #;talks

xavecamour

“well, maybe I’ll chain yeh up next time.” his threat was an empty one. fenrir regarded chaining up any werewolf on a full moon as nothing less than a crime. “gonna have to fix this, if we’re to continue to be their neighbours.”

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“if you ever try, I’ll rip your goddamn arms off old man.” em warned. although they both knew that while it was more bark at his joke, the threat was real. anyone who tried to lock up emma would discover some bite. they didn’t do chains or cages. they barely survived the dungeon at school. “so we move?”

#c; fenrir #;talks

notwaldenpond

“The rest of the pack can’t get past my wards.” He didn’t trust the others. Especially not Fenrir. There was no debating he’d done well with Emma, Walden adored Emma, but that didn’t mean he trusted Fenrir. “Then tag along and make fun of me while I try fixing it, if that’s what floats your boat. It’s probably going to be embarrassing for me.” He could fix it better with magic, but the physical work got more of the itch out.

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“maybe your wards actually suck.” emma argued. it was possible. there were a lot of people who though their wards worked until the greyback pack came through. not a lot of wards were designed for that many lycanthropes at once. “why can’t you just fix it on your own? are you lonely or something?”

#c; walden #;talks

hauntedscreams

who: emma ( @emhowling )

“i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still.”

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“quit pulling so hard ma! it hurts!”

#c; rosalyn #;talks

notwaldenpond

“Did you just call me a damp sock?” Walden asked, bemused. She clearly had. It was almost a shame she’d never taught Alex her knack for weird insults. “Fine. You broke it, you fix it. Foxes aren’t nearly as polite as you.”

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“I don’t know how to fix it.” emma laughed. “do I look like a fucking carpenter? it would just be a different and more creative version of broken, ding dong. find a fox to fix it. or make it lycanproof yourself cause if I could get in, any of us could.” they had always been the runt of the litter, afterall. emma was not strong, but fast.

#c; walden #;talks

notwaldenpond

“It was locked! And warded. Did Alex let you in? Because if he did I’m definitely re-gifting him one of his trumpeter swans.”

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“it was a full moon you absolute damp sock. I didn’t exactly knock before entering or wait for permission. I probably smelled it and barged the hell in. you should really thank me for not eating any of them.”