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Calm Before the Storm [ghost-captain-aelita and Cross rp]

During the bombardment of the shore, Cross, after climbing the cliff stood with a broad grim as he waited for Aelita to show her head. “You know I really do love the sound of my -” His sentence was cut short after a shot rung out through the cannon fire. A bullet whizzed past his hair, surprising him slightly before a second shot caught him square in the left shoulder. Cross reeled back as if he would fall over, but, for facade’s sake, he then slammed his foot down to re-balance himself to look around.

"Nice shot, lassy, but I can assure you, you have to hit me harder than that!" Cross boasted through a fake smile. "Won’t get yer chance though." He goaded as he leaped over the far side from where he was hit and started sliding down the side, doing a number on his boots. Once out of site he would then allow himself to grimace.

Cross’ teeth were gritting, “That god damned little twat, I’m amazed she even hit me, glad she can’t aim very well or I’d be worse off.” As he reached the bottom he took off at full sprint, letting his left arm just hang from his side, towards his ship. Aboard, he called for a change of course and he surgery kit. As his ship headed off for a specific no-name isle he knew of, he proceeded to care for his wound. In full view of crew, he took his knife and removed the ball of a shot, thankfully intact. Cross then worked on suturing and bandaging himself, deadpan as ever.

Cross let his first mate take helm as he went below to his cabin and started swearing a line worse than any man had managed to elicit from him. His body ached and his head rang, he felt that perhaps all this killing and fighting was taking its toll, until he drank from his rum and proceeded to stop caring. He knew they would arrive at the isle ahead of a dreaded date, but would allow that day to come and pass before they left.. He only wished it was his birthday, sadly it was less jocund.

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Aelita, after shooting and (to her surprise) hitting her rival stood in awe as the 'lucky bastard' taunted her, waving HER locket in the air. It was at this point she finally reached for where it should have been around her neck. Realizing that he indeed had hold of it, she had to bite her lip hard to keep from screaming any more obscenities. No, she would save those for when she got close enough to bust his eardrums with them. Unfortunately, he soon vanished from her sight as he made a hasty escape, presumably towards his ship.

Normally, Aelita would have been able to keep a level head, maybe even pursue him in a manner that would allow her to live another day. But not this time. No, her locket was involved, and when someone else had their hands on it, there was little that could stop her from reclaiming it in the most brutal fashion possible. She took off in the same direction he had gone like a shot, easily ducking to avoid vines and branches. When she broke out of the forest, she had to skid to a stop on the sand as she watched the man sail away on his ship. It was at this point, her first mate came after her.

After giving her a basic report on the damage to her ship and crew (which was moderate to both parties), he asked what her orders were. Aelita was able to gather her wits enough to order the men to replace the broken rudder chain and set sail at once. Even though the mast was damaged, she'd force the Marisa to sail as best she could, even if it wasn't her fastest. She'd be damned if she let her least favourite rival get away with her precious locket. And she'd damn her crew if they were the ones who let it happen.

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Calm Before the Storm [ghost-captain-aelita and Cross rp]

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"Land Ho!" Cried the lookout from the mast. “Finally, that wench and her crew is mine.” Cross scowled at the sight of her ship’s colors. “I want all cannons and mortars manned, nothing leaves that ship, but don’t sink her, cripple her. I want only a skeleton crew left so they can limp back to port after I’m done.” His eyes never once leaving the island as they scanned the shores and cliffsides. “What about you sir?” Edwin asked him. “I’m going shore, Alone. I’ll set a fire when I’m ready.” Cross stated coldly as he boarded his rowboat and set off, signaling them to start the assault.

Cross came ashore amidst the shelling and cannon fire, walking effortlessly through blasts of sand and sea as his ship waylayed hers. He drew his pistol and cutlass, cutting and shooting down any who stood between them. He managed to find her first mate, and struck him with the butt of his pistol. “You, lad, do me one favor, and I guarantee your life for now. Make sure, the next time your Captain decides to break something, make sure its the law, not something of mine.” A smiled passed his lips as he found a locket half buried. “This, is mine now. Now, off to follow her trail.”

Cross’ eyes lit with a fire of hatred, led him along her path to the cliffs. He started to climb the far side as to get the jump on her. Yes he was fearless, but he wanted to see her panic, watch the realization of her life coming to an end hit her. Her suffering would temper his fury, albeit slightly. This time, my shot will not miss. To wound, then toss from this crag. My face will be the last thing she sees, just like the rest of the world. He thought as he fastened her locket to his pistol like some trophy or ornament. Once above her suspected location, he stood tall and bellowed “Come out, come out, wherever you are… Playtime is Over, Little Girl.”

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At the first sound of cannon fire, Aelita's head jerked towards her ship. Without a second thought she crept from her hiding spot, the safety of her crew the only thing on her mind. She didn't want her folly to get them killed, not over something so stupid as a vase. She made her way quickly through the dense foliage to the beach, dashing onto her ship to get the remaining crew off it before too much damage was done. Leaving them to fend for themselves (she knew they were more than capable, and they knew the island's hiding places well enough to escape if they needed), she grabbed her navigator and first mate and ordered them to hide.

Neither man was keen to run from the fight, but they knew their girl Captain would be lost without them both so they ran into the forest without questioning her, after her first mate had told her he'd been attacked by the man hunting her. Aelita thanked him and sent him off, hiding well enough to look for the Dread Captain.

It was then she noticed him heading up the cliffs for where she had been only minutes ago. She couldn't help but grin. He'd been too busy to see her escape,and it left her two options. Run, hide, and live or attempt to take him down with the cover of the trees to hide her exact location? This is a good a chance as any to try and kill him she thought as she darted back into the trees and watched him carefully.

When he stopped over the hiding nook, she took aim with her gun, waiting for the right moment to catch him. It came sooner than expected when she hard him call her 'little'. She always hated being so small and it annoyed her when people brought it up. Granted, 5'6" wasn't a bad height for a woman, but for a pirate it was deplorable. She fired and quickly moved, making sure she still had a clear shot without giving him a clear view of her.

This might actually be fun she mused, taking a second shot and moving again.

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Calm Before the Storm [ghost-captain-aelita and Cross rp]

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When the Dread Pirate had burst in, Aelita was caught more than off guard. She was in enough shock to miss most of what he first said and didn’t snap from her thoughts until she saw him practically toss the other two women past her.

Downtrodden dove? Bedded by this fool? Aelita had to cringe at the very idea. When he called her ‘Little One’ she flashed an unamused glare his way. The ‘lightning in bed’ comment just plain pissed her off.

Her eyes narrowed to violet slits and with one slow, deliberate motion, she nudged the vase off the desk. The sound of glass on wood and paper dragged on longer than necessary, but the shattering of glass broke the otherwise silence in the room. Through clenched teeth, the woman said only one word, voice bratty and dripping with annoyance. “Oops.”

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At the sound of the crash, what sounded like thunder rumbled. Cross’ demeanor changed entirely. This is where the dread pirate got his title. His features were smooth and youthful, yet appeared to be cut from steel. His Emerald eyes seemed to glow as if lit by a toxin.

"You dare… no no, you must be a fool." He smiles with a wicked venom, a sharp tongue wetting his lips as he anger surged "You dare to damage My vase!? You do not fathom the trouble ye just landed yerself in do ya!?" His voice spiked of many accents, both European and otherwise.

Cross reached into his greatcoat and withdrew the most ornate flintlock, so it looked, and aimed right for her head. “You’ve made you last mistake, lets see how a Ghost pirate fairs as one of the dead!” He opened fire, cutting her hair with a bullet, and with a second shot, not needing to reload shot the table next to her. His voice booming deep and almost as loud as the gun “You best run ye gob shite, if you know whats good for you!”

The sudden change in the pirate sent a violent shiver down Aelita’s spine. His voice and ever changing accents kept her rooted to the spot which made her an easy target for the gun he drew. Why would such a man get so upset over something like a vase? It didnt make sense to her.

A bullet shot past her head, taking a bit of her hair with it and she realized just how much danger she had finally gotten herself into. The nearly instantaneous second shot served to further solidify the point. He didn’t have to tell her to run a second time. Without waiting, she bolted out the door and towards the tavern where her men were (most likely) still wasting their time. Thank the Gods its on the way to the ship, she thought to herself, half panicked.

After running into her crew just in front of the building, she hurried ahead of them to the ship and demanded they set sail immediately. They would have stopped to question her, but she ran to hide in her cabin so quickly they hardly had time to get their wits gathered. She looked out the porthole long enough to see the port vanish from sight before she deemed it safe to dive onto her bed and hide under her covers.

"I really need to stop tempting fate like that…" Her hand clenched the locket around her neck tightly. "I’d hate to join you so soon, Marisa…" She kissed the silver locket gently and continued to quiver, thoughts of returning to her home island the only thing keeping her sane. "I’ll be safe there…"

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Cross, not even smiling at her escape, gathered up the vase and the flower. His mind now set on revenge. Bellowing to the wind so the entire city knew he was leaving “Crimson Soul, Hoist the colors and unfurl the sails. We have our course”. He then lit the house ablaze with the two women inside and dashed to his helm. He left hot on her tails.

Cross’ anger only stirred more every time he felt the shards of porcelain cut at his hand as he placed it in his pocket, thew flower in his teeth as if he were dancing. Edwin arrived. “Captain, where are we headed?” He quietly asked. “We are off to seek the Marisa, and send her and her wench captain to their grave. Any of you who disagree, will be shot, now sail you blahgards!” he commanded as he had Edwin take the wheel.

Down in his cabin, Cross stared at his sea charts with fury. the burning city behind him only made his blood stir. “I swear on my dead wife and child… She will learn there is life after death, of that I swear!” He slammed his bloody fist onto the mahogany table and sat in his throne like chair. His eyes staring as if he was always plotting course and noticing deviations. this Aelita sparked within him the one thing no one should, Hatred and Anger.

Edwin’s voice called down “Sir, sails in sight, what say?” Cross, calling back, sounding as if a demon “Stay out of sight, hide in the morning fog, we follow to their isle, and slaughter them all. prepare the crew for this destruction of life.” His first mate, sighed and called “Aye sir, and wha-” Cross cut him off “We wear our Funeral garb, its only fitting. For a Pyre shall burn tonight.”

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The sail to her Island hideout seemed infinitesimally longer than it usually did. at least, thats how it felt to Aelita. When her first amte knocked on her doors to say they'd finally docked at Crecent Island, she quickly strode out the door, still clutching her locket and got off the ship, hurrying to hide...somewhere. Whenever they docked on the island, Aelita usually rested on the ship in her cabin, but the Dread Pirate would be sure to look there first if he managed to follow them.

"Captain?" Aelita spun around hard as her navigator's hand touched her shoulder. In her mind, any physical THING could be the pirate who wished her dead. In her panic she didn't realize her locket had been snapped from her neck by her own hand. "Is everything alright?" She shook her head and told her crew to watch for 'foreign' sails before running into the dense foliage that hid her favourite lookout nook on the cliff, dropping her locket into the sand.

Once she nestled into the nook and hid herself with the hanging vines, she allowed herself to calm a little. At least from here she could see him coming and could make a getaway. She knew which pools led to hidden coves, and she doubted he could hold her breath as long as she could. She settled in, hand on her pistol, watching the foggy horizon.

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Calm Before the Storm [ghost-captain-aelita and Cross rp]

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After a nice leisurely walk with the ladies, he returned to his ramshackle domicile, ready for well… seemingly ready for debauchery. His plan was to get them so drunk they forgot what happened that eve, and let their stories spread.

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Upon opening his door with a swift boot to it, he stood laughing in his doorway, realizing there was yet another female in his midst. “My now, what have we here? Another lass early to the jig?” He scoffed playfully “Punctuality is nothing in this line of work.” After which he tossed the two now heavily drunk gals on the bed. Looking to the new, to whom she struck as familiar he then spoke.

"So, what is it, some downtrodden dove wants to raise her status by being bedded by the Infamous Dread Captain? HA!" He placed a hand to his forehead and looked past his palm at her "I’m sorry, Little One, but I think this bed full, though I bet you’re lightning under the bedsheets, dressed so… interestingly as you are."

The sudden change in the pirate sent a violent shiver down Aelita's spine. His voice and ever changing accents kept her rooted to the spot which made her an easy target for the gun he drew. Why would such a man get so upset over something like a vase? It didnt make sense to her.

A bullet shot past her head, taking a bit of her hair with it and she realized just how much danger she had finally gotten herself into. The nearly instantaneous second shot served to further solidify the point. He didn't have to tell her to run a second time. Without waiting, she bolted out the door and towards the tavern where her men were (most likely) still wasting their time. Thank the Gods its on the way to the ship, she thought to herself, half panicked.

"I really need to stop tempting fate like that..." Her hand clenched the locket around her neck tightly. "I'd hate to join you so soon, Marisa..." She kissed the silver locket gently and continued to quiver, thoughts of returning to her home island the only thing keeping her sane. "I'll be safe there..."

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Calm Before the Storm [ghost-captain-aelita and Cross rp]

In a rather loud tavern in the heart of a port city, the sound of revelry and debauchery could be heard. The place was full of captains and crew as quite a few vessels had docked that day.

Many of the vessels were either merchant or Royal Navy of many a country. Among the many ships, one in particular caught eye, The ship The Crimson Soul. The ship of the infamous Dread Pirate, Captain Cross.

Now, Cross himself sat with his crew in the tavern, drinking like all the rest. Here, he could seem merry, yet terrifying at the same time. No one contested him in these walls. Regardless, as he sat and drank, he kept to the darkest corner for there were a few insane enough to try him.

As the Captain allowed his crew their well earned merriment, he would eye the patrons, finding either a new mark, or perhaps a new crew mate. Noticing that everyone was well drunk enough, he laughed aloud and decided to get a noteworthy song going. “What do we do with a drunken sailor, what do we do with a drunken sailor, What do we do with a drunken sailor, Early in the morning!”

That would suffice. He mused to himself, Might get the place lively enough for a good mark to arrive.. Or, we’ll get pissed drunk and take the party back to the house. He was well drunk himself by now, but was too busy with the wenches for anyone to notice.

(just got home from work, but this should start well enough, I suppose)

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Finally, a chance to wind down was the only thought in Aelita’s mind as she took a seat with her navigator and first mate (the two men often posed as her bodyguards when they docked to visit a tavern). While the remained of her crew sent themselves every which way, the young woman sank tiredly into her seat. Nothing was more draining than trying to make port after a battle at sea.

While her two trusted men spoke of their newest plunder and costs to repair her beloved ship, Marisa, named for her deceased younger sister (navy ships had a terrible habit of putting up a decent fight and causing a great deal of damage to her ship) Aelita’s eyes took a quick glance around. Nothing out of the ordinary caught her eye so she looked down again and tiredly waved over someone to bring her and her friends drinks.

"Bring an extra bottle of anything for me, lovelette." She handed the girl a few extra coins and heaved a heavy sigh, pulling her hat over her eyes. Time for a- she could barely think the word ‘nap’ before the tavern erupted into a shanty. The tune rattled her to the core. She didn’t hate the song, not in the least. It was more the fact of her crew had been singing the damn song non-stop after the fight.

"Tune them out, tune them out…" she muttered to herself as her men joined in, raising the drinks that had finally come to them in the air. "Tune them out, tune them-with a drunken sailor, what do we SON OF A BITCH!" She kicked the empty chair next to her hard enough to send it toppling over, bumping into another man who was singing loudly. She was ready to cut the tongue of the damn fool who started that damn song.

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While the crew was singing, Cross heard the outburst of what sounded like a dying crow before a chair fell into his first mate Edwin, to which the bloke merely laughed and sat on it whilst it was upside down to belt out even louder. Cross, pleased with this led the next verse.

"Shave his belly with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a rusty razor, early in the morning" He then downed yet another ale, marking number 12 or 13. "Way Hey and up she rises, Way hey and up she rises, Way hey and up she rises early in the morning." To which he then rolled with laughter from his corner, at this point surrounded by quite a few wenches wanting the title of Dread Captain Bait.

Cross looked over at Edwin and waved him in “Oi, mate. I think its time these lovely ladies and I back to the ol quarters. Keep a keen eye out for coats eh?” He wouldn’t hear the answer. with that, he took his personal effects and walked, with wench on either arm, and ale in hand, back to his shack.

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Hearing the song continue on, one of the louder voices coming from the same corner she sent the chair, she took a long drink from the glass in front of her before turning her head to confront the ‘smarmy bastard’ who was singing so loudly. At least, she could have if she hadn’t recognized him.

"Edwin…" She could recognize any /important/ member of the Dread Pirate’s crew with her eyes closed (figuratively speaking). And if Edwin was nearby, so was his Dread Captain. Aelita sat up properly in her seat, scanning the tavern much more carefully. Seeing no sign of her dark haired rival, she smiled to herself. This was an opportunity if any to do some piratey business.

She downed the remainder of her drink in one go, only telling her friends that she was going out for some air. She darted out of the tavern and took a quick look around. Her goal tonight had gone from ‘relax and drink till I’m out cold’ to ‘find and ransack the Dread Pirate’s home’

She’d had the location memorized for a while now, so it took her little time to find it, and less time to break inside. What she found inside surprised her.

The room wasn’t as bedecked in loot as she would have expected it. Instead, there was mostly simple, plain furniture with an armload of maps open on the large desk, but the maps weren’t what caught her eye. It was the ornate vase that sat on top of the maps and moreso the single red rose that it housed.

In all her years of bloodshed and looting, she had never seen a shade of red so brilliant in any ruby or on the deck of her ship as she saw before her now. Her hand reached out unconsciously to touch the petals, oblivious to the sounds of someone at the door.

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When the Dread Pirate had burst in, Aelita was caught more than off guard. She was in enough shock to miss most of what he first said and didn't snap from her thoughts until she saw him practically toss the other two women past her.

Downtrodden dove? Bedded by this fool? Aelita had to cringe at the very idea. When he called her 'Little One' she flashed an unamused glare his way. The 'lightning in bed' comment just plain pissed her off.

yeah i got bored and made myself.

deal with it, yo

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Calm Before the Storm [ghost-captain-aelita and Cross rp]

In a rather loud tavern in the heart of a port city, the sound of revelry and debauchery could be heard. The place was full of captains and crew as quite a few vessels had docked that day.

(just got home from work, but this should start well enough, I suppose)

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Hearing the song continue on, one of the louder voices coming from the same corner she sent the chair, she took a long drink from the glass in front of her before turning her head to confront the 'smarmy bastard' who was singing so loudly. At least, she could have if she hadn't recognized him.

"Edwin..." She could recognize any /important/ member of the Dread Pirate's crew with her eyes closed (figuratively speaking). And if Edwin was nearby, so was his Dread Captain. Aelita sat up properly in her seat, scanning the tavern much more carefully. Seeing no sign of her dark haired rival, she smiled to herself. This was an opportunity if any to do some piratey business.

She downed the remainder of her drink in one go, only telling her friends that she was going out for some air. She darted out of the tavern and took a quick look around. Her goal tonight had gone from 'relax and drink till I'm out cold' to 'find and ransack the Dread Pirate's home'

She'd had the location memorized for a while now, so it took her little time to find it, and less time to break inside. What she found inside surprised her.

The room wasn't as bedecked in loot as she would have expected it. Instead, there was mostly simple, plain furniture with an armload of maps open on the large desk, but the maps weren't what caught her eye. It was the ornate vase that sat on top of the maps and moreso the single red rose that it housed.

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Calm Before the Storm [ghost-captain-aelita and Cross rp]

In a rather loud tavern in the heart of a port city, the sound of revelry and debauchery could be heard. The place was full of captains and crew as quite a few vessels had docked that day.

(just got home from work, but this should start well enough, I suppose)

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Finally, a chance to wind down was the only thought in Aelita's mind as she took a seat with her navigator and first mate (the two men often posed as her bodyguards when they docked to visit a tavern). While the remained of her crew sent themselves every which way, the young woman sank tiredly into her seat. Nothing was more draining than trying to make port after a battle at sea.

While her two trusted men spoke of their newest plunder and costs to repair her beloved ship, Marisa, named for her deceased younger sister (navy ships had a terrible habit of putting up a decent fight and causing a great deal of damage to her ship) Aelita's eyes took a quick glance around. Nothing out of the ordinary caught her eye so she looked down again and tiredly waved over someone to bring her and her friends drinks.

"Bring an extra bottle of anything for me, lovelette." She handed the girl a few extra coins and heaved a heavy sigh, pulling her hat over her eyes. Time for a- she could barely think the word 'nap' before the tavern erupted into a shanty. The tune rattled her to the core. She didn't hate the song, not in the least. It was more the fact of her crew had been singing the damn song non-stop after the fight.

"Tune them out, tune them out..." she muttered to herself as her men joined in, raising the drinks that had finally come to them in the air. "Tune them out, tune them-with a drunken sailor, what do we SON OF A BITCH!" She kicked the empty chair next to her hard enough to send it toppling over, bumping into another man who was singing loudly. She was ready to cut the tongue of the damn fool who started that damn song.

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Good evening, and Goodbye

Hello everyone. I know it has been an insanely long time since my last visit, and i hate to have to be saying goodbye.

I'm hanging this account over completely to a brand new RP account specifically for a friend and I to use and work with. i will be changing name, theme, and icon.

after tonight (or at least by the end of the week) Ellimina will no longer exist on tumblr (except in my old posts that I can't bear to be rid of).

for those of you i had a chance to RP with, thank you. ^^

until we meet again

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If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.

Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand (via vampire-chronicles-appreciation)

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-Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself-

After having a surprisingly deep sleep (for once in the past 200 years), Valtair stands, stretches and realizes damn i need a shower. As to not wake Ellie, he gently kisses her head and wanders his way upstairs to her shower. Upon closing the door behind him, he disrobes from his ancient attire and leaves it in a heap on the floor. Standing stark naked he looks at himself in the mirror and chuckles with the remark “I really need to get some sun" and with that, jumps in the shower, turning on the water as hot as it will go. Washing off all the dirt and grime he finds himself unable to abstain from singing.

“I don’t want to set the world on fire~

I just want to start a flame in your heart~

In my heart there is but one desire~

And that one is you, no other will do~"

He continues the song, washing his hair with her shampoo (a little flowery for himself, but it would suffice).

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When Ellimina woke the next morning next to an empty couch, her first thought was that either Val had up and left, or the entire night had been a dream (the latter made her heart sink moreso than the former). Sitting up and stretching before slowly standing, she felt her neck and found the bite wound from the previous night on her neck, which affirmed that he had at least been there. Finally, she heard the upstairs shower running and her smiled happily, doing a short ‘happy dance’ in celebration.

She trotted up the stairs and remembered she didn’t have any larger towels in the bathroom for him to use. Snatching one from the hallway closet, she heads for the bathroom where she could hear him singing. She goes to knock on the bathroom door and hesitates. She opens the door (surprised to find the door unlocked) and goes to leave the towel sitting on the counter. However, she just cant help but turn her gaze to her Sire. The fogged glass shower door didn’t reveal much aside from his silhouette so she smiled at herself, glad to have even seen that much, and turns to head back out the door as quietly as possible.

Her sneakiness vanished as she found herself tripping over the pile of clothes on the floor, almost landing face-first on the tile floor with an embarrassed and startled squeal.

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Only having just finished rinsing his hair, Val heard the door, smirked to himself as he heard silence, and chuckled deeply as he heard the thud and squeal. Finding himself wanting company, he opened the shower door, reached down to the pile known as Ellie, and gently squeezed the back of her neck. “If you had wanted to join me, you should have just stripped down and stepped in~ Now it seems I’ll have to undress you and pull you in myself~” Leaning down to kiss the back of her neck, he reaches a hand around and inside her bathrobe, placing a hand firmly on her stomach, whispering gently in her ear “After all, it has been…what, 200 years since our last ‘meeting’?”

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Ellie blushed a deep shade of red at his remarks. “I-i-i…That’s not what I was trying to do!" His hands on her made enormous butterflies leap to life in her stomach and the feeling intensified at his last statement. She nods weakly, finally trying to help herself up. “Sounds about right." She finally stands again, and turns to face her Sire to speak. The words vanish as she sets her eyes on him, all of him, for the first time in centuries. She blushes and wonders if a butterfly will actually fly out of her mouth if she speaks. After so long apart, she'd forgotten how amazing his body looked.

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Scowling at her lack of sympathy Puppy Val huffs and shakes his head. “Damn it woman, and here I thought I was the dog. Instead, you’re the one being a bitch." He pauses as he’s being rinsed off, and at the thought of ‘warm, fluffy cuddles’ he attempts a shrug and says “On second thought, being a puppy to you isn’t as bad as it seems. But don’t think I’m going to do this again." He then nuzzles into her hand, licks it, and makes a happy bark, wagging his tail.

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Ellie was ready to say a number of things in response to the 'bitch' comment, but he was such a cute puppy when he was sweet, she decided against it. Now that he was rinsed off and properly clean, she turned off the water and drained the sink, reaching for the dry handtowel nearby. "You're so cute and cuddly like this though~" She lifts the pup from her sink and wraps him in the towel snugly, rubbing the top of his head with the towel. "There, that wasn't all that bad, hm~?" She continues drying him off, walking around the house with him cradled in her arms, singing to him.

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-Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself-

“I don’t want to set the world on fire~

I just want to start a flame in your heart~

In my heart there is but one desire~

And that one is you, no other will do~"

He continues the song, washing his hair with her shampoo (a little flowery for himself, but it would suffice).

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She trotted up the stairs and remembered she didn't have any larger towels in the bathroom for him to use. Snatching one from the hallway closet, she heads for the bathroom where she could hear him singing. She goes to knock on the bathroom door and hesitates. She opens the door (surprised to find the door unlocked) and goes to leave the towel sitting on the counter. However, she just cant help but turn her gaze to her Sire. The fogged glass shower door didn't reveal much aside from his silhouette so she smiled at herself, glad to have even seen that much, and turns to head back out the door as quietly as possible.

Her sneakiness vanished as she found herself tripping over the pile of clothes on the floor, almost landing face-first on the tile floor with an embarrassed and startled squeal.

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Val’s ears perk at her last words. As he then realizes she means bath time, he growls and flails, trying in vain to escape. Angrily, he exclaims “God-damn inferior puppy strength!" As the sink approaches, he flails more and tries to gnaw on her arms and...

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After being splashed, Ellie wipes her face dry with her shirt and watches Val shiver, arms crossed. "That's what you get, you little twit." Feeling a little bad, she turns on the hot water and holds him carefully, finally running the soapy washcloth over his fur. "If you be a good boy I'll cuddle you in a fluffy blanket and give you a good brushing." While he grumpily growls, she finishes soaping him up then runs warm water and rinses him off.

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"Of course you are Love~ But you'll make me pay for it ten-fold if you ever return to normal. I call that even." She plugs the sink and starts to fill it with warm water. Once it reaches about 3/4 full, she turns off the water and carefully lowers the gnawing, yipping Val into it. "Too hot or cold, dearie?" She keeps one hand wrapped around him as she reaches for a new washcloth from the small cabinet beneath the sink and her kitten's shampoo (it was the only animal-safe thing she had to use on him). "Be a good boy and sit still, won't you?" Making sure he can't drown himself, she lets him go and soaps up the washcloth.

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To any who has problems with OCs

Remember, your favorite character is also an OC. Every character is, because they’re all original.

Remember that new character on your show who’s now canon in your fandom?

Had to start as an OC before they became settled in the canon of the story, didn’t they.

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M!A Master Post

M!A list - Tests

The perv-test: Muse have x-ray vision for 5 days but don't know that every time they violates someone with their new gift, what they see will be showed to that person when the M!A is over.

Control: Muse can control other people's actions without theim knowing for 3 days, but don't know that when the M!A is over the controlled people will find out what Muse made them do. Then the Muse have to do anything they say for 3 days.

Temptation: For the next 3 days, the Muse will be haunted by a hooded figure tempting them with everything they ever wanted if the Muse just signs a contract. If the Muse give in, they will be a dark/evil version of themselves for a week. (If the Muse is already evil, they will just go insane)

Beautiful: Muse will be so incredibly beautiful, charming and sexy that no-one can refuse them anything for 2 days. But if they use this to take advantage of someone, these people will find the Muse hideous and repellant for a week after the M!A is over.

Starving: Muse is starving and is sorrounded by their favourite foods at all times for 24 hours. But actually, these foods are innocent people...

Tired: For 24 hours, the Muse will feel exhausted. But the Muse knows that if they go to sleep, the people the Muse cares about will feel excruciating pain.

Book: The Muse is the main character of a book of anon's choice for 5 days and have to go trough the same things the character in the book did.

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Song Inspired M!A List (May Be Graphic)

Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.

The Sickness: Muse has become extremely ill, to the point of becoming extremely helpless. Uncontrollable vomiting, inability to stay upright, rapid blackouts, coughing, and... Is that blood? Oh dear... (Lasts for two days.)

Silver and Cold: The world just isn't the same, is it? It's so cruel and grey, there just isn't any point anymore... Muse is now suicidal for six hours.

Happy Birthday: Aren't parties such wonderful things? The guests really shouldn't play with sharp things, though... They could get hurt! Muse and an accomplice find themselves luring unsuspecting victims to their deaths under the false pretense of a birthday party.(Optional: And possibly find some arousal from all this?) Don't forget the video, Murder Tramp... Lasts twenty four hours.

Where's My Wonderland?: Muse is now suffering from horrifying delusions, believing everyone they see to be a twisted and corrupted Carroll-inspired demon. It's up to those they hold dearest to save them... Before they're slain just like all the other monsters. (Lasts for two days, or until muse has been pulled out of the delusion.)

To the Stage: Self destruction is such a pretty little thing... Muse has become quite the manipulative bastard. Everyone they care about is now simply a toy waiting to be broken. How much damage can be done before they come to their senses? (Lasts for three days.)

Working Class Punx: PAINT THE STREETS IN GLITTER AND BLOOD! Muse now has the urge to rebel against everything and everyone, causing as much trouble and minuscule mayhem around them as they possibly can. Better hide the spray paint and cherry bombs... (Lasts for five hours)

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Sick as a Dog: Muse is ill for 24 hours (Anon specifies symptoms).

Can’t Sleep: Muse cannot sleep until another person says their full name, no matter how tired they are.

Help: Muse believes he/she is trapped in their current location for 5 hours.

Baby Bump: Muse is pregnant (Anon specifies how many months).

Baby Boom: Muse is pregnant with twins (Anon specifies how many months).

Flaming Youth: Muse is rebellious and easily angered for 8 hours.

Opposites: Muse switches from very angry/depressed to very happy/cheerful every other hour for 10 hours.

Darkness: Muse is blind for 24 hours.

Silence: Muse is deaf for 24 hours.

17 Again: Muse is in his/her 17 year old form.

Shaking Hands: Muse is suddenly freezing cold and can’t stop shivering for (Anon specifies time).

Spirit Animal: Muse is turned into an animal (Anon decides what) for 12 hours.

Hungry like the Wolf: Muse is starving, no matter how much he/she eats for 10 hours.

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Please don’t send me ‘Sexual M!A’s’ (I haven’t taken them out because someone who reblogs this might want them)

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Sexual M!A’s:

Flesh: Muse is horny and wants to have rough sex(ex.being thrown against a wall and bitten)(Anon chooses time)

Drunk: Muse will stumble, and talk, slurred, as if they are quite intoxicated, along with hit on anyone, badly.

Truth potion: Muse has to tell the truth about anything asked for an hour.

Tell Me What To Do: Muse is a slave to Anon’s choice

Flustered: When Muse sees, (anon chooses), Muse will stutter, blush, and act like a complete klutz around the so called individual, for 3 hours.

S&M: Muse wants to have S&M sex (Anon decides if Muse is S or M and with who)

Whipped Cream: Muse wants everything with whipped cream on it for 3 hours

Heat: Muse will be put into a hot room. Muse is tied to a chair and has to stay in that room for at least an hour. (Under the watch of Anon’s choice)

Take It Off: Muse takes off an article of clothing every time their name is said.(Anon decides how long)

Wish We Were Older: Muse is into child’s play for 4 hours

Vulnerable: Muse is left tied up in a public place, for anyone to take advantage of. (Muse cannot be untied until the 5 hours are up.)

Kitten/Pup Affection: Muse is a “kitten” or “puppy” to (Anon Deicdes), being submissive and has to crawl around on their knees, doing anything there Master(s) say. 24 hours

Name: Has an orgasm every time someone says there name.

Muse can receive as many M!A’s as the Anon’s want to give.

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Cute M!A’S:

Lean On Me: With the help of ___ (anon’s choice) your muse will get through something that scared them (the anon can specify or leave it up to the mun) for 3 hours.

Here’s To Never Growing Up: Isn’t that just adorable. Your muse will experience puppy dog love with ___ (anon’s choice) for 2 days.

Thunder: It’s raining outside and your muse is stuck inside with ___ (anon’s choice) and when the power goes out they cuddle to keep warm.

Sweet Nothings: Your muse is full of nothing but happiness and positive things to say for 24 hours.

Ariel: Oh no, your muse has lost it’s voice! But they have to tell ___ (anon’s choice) how they feel! If your muse gets a kiss from the chosen person within 2 days they get their voice back, if not well you’ve seen the movie.

Pure: Sex? What’s that? Muse suddenly has the mentality of a three year old, and can’t understand anything ‘adult’. Anon decides the duration.

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Dramatic M!A’S:

Fear: Anon gets to name something, and muse will have an extremely debilitating phobia of it for one week. Bonus points if it’s something ridiculous.

Blue Birds of Horror: Animals, particularly birds, hate you for the next two days. They bomb dive and attack you with relentless force until you are safely inside.

Heathers: Your muse becomes a sociopath for 12 hours. If your muse is already a sociopath, he/she becomes empathetic to everyone.

Burn: Muse is severely falling in love with (anon decides who and duration.)

Cough Syrup: (tw) Muse becomes extremely depressed and is not in a good mindset and begins to have thoughts of suicide. (Anon decides duration)

Memories: Muse has amnesia. (Anon decides duration)

Stay: Muse becomes extremely sick and may end up in the hospital for (anon decides illness and how long)

Jealousy: Muse will be jealous, of (anon chooses) for a certain amount of time. Anon chooses, for what reason Muse is jealous. Also for how long.

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Baby: Muse is pregnant and due in ____. (Father specified by anon)

Sight: Muse is blind for ___

Hearing: Muse is deaf for ___

Ariel: Muse doesn't have a tongue for ___

Memory: Muse cannot remember anything for ___

Injury: Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity and injury) for ____

Fear: Muse will be terrified by something or someone (anon specifies who) for ___

Gemini: Muse will split into two different versions of themself for ___

Basket: Muse finds a baby in a basket and has to take care of it for ___

Love: Muse will be in love with (Anon decides) for 2 days

Cloak: Muse will be Invisible if wearing a special Clothing (Anon decides) for 3 Hours

Cough: Muse will be ill for 14 Hours

Remember: Muse will suffer Memory Loss for 4 Days

Gas: Muse will have hallucinogenic imaginary sights for one day.

Beer: Muse will talk like a Drunk and hit on everybody, lasts 3 Hours

Host: Muse will be a Gentleman/Lady for 34 Hours

Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours

Feels: Muse will be obsessed with an event or something that will cause them to express related emotions (Anon decides)

Phobia: Muse is terribly afraid of something or someone (Anon specifies)

Lurk: Muse will follow ______(Anon can specify who or what)

Answer: Muse will have to answer anything that is asked of him/her truthfully, lasts 4 hours

Noise: Muse will say everything they think, lasts for a day

Sick: Muse will be sick with a unique flu for (Anon decides. Anon may also specify flu symptoms, they can even be really odd, different from Cough curse.)

Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)

Obsession: Muse will be obsessed with ______ (Anon specifies) for the next 12 hours.

Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)

Extremist: Muse becomes an extremist for (Anon specifies and decides for how long)

Class: Muse will believe they are a high-class prostitute for (Anon decides)

Switch: Muse has to switch bodies with (Anon decides, but muns have to agree) for (Anon decides how long)

Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours

Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours

Enemy: Muse takes the appearance of someone they hate for 16 hours

Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 24 hours

Dream: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours

Impression: Muse thinks they are a ______ (Anon pick an animal) for 15 hours

Gone: Muse loses _____ (Mun decides something or someone important) for 16 hours

Kiss: Muse wants to kiss everyone in their inbox for the next hour

Stalk: Muse thinks they are being stalked for (Anon decides)

Nightmare: Muse is plagued with horrific images and scenes both in sleeping and in waking for 3 days

Paranoia: Muse becomes extremely paranoid about (Anon specifies what and for how long)

Infatuation: Muse becomes /madly/ in love with the next person they see on their dashboard for 4 days

Hallucination: Muse sees things for (Anon decides)

Alarm: Muse keeps hearing an alarm go off but cannot figure out where for the next 18 hours

AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week

Craving: Muse will have an unusual craving for (Anon specifies) for 9 hours

Mother: Muse suspects everyone has insulted their mother for 4 hours

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Gender Bender: Muse is the opposite gender for ___.

Baby: Muse is pregnant and due in ____. (Father specified by anon)

Sight: Muse is blind for ___

Hearing: Muse is deaf for ___

Ariel: Muse doesn't have a tongue for ___

Memory: Muse cannot remember anything for ___

Injury: Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity and injury) for ____

Fear: Muse will be terrified by something or someone (anon specifies who) for ___

Gemini: Muse will split into two different versions of themself for ___

Basket: Muse finds a baby in a basket and has to take care of it for ___

Compulsion: Muse has OCD for ___ (anon decides primary source of obsession [number, clenliness, etc])