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alastair-farris:

“How fortunate for you, I’m sure.”

“Eventually you’ll give in...” she said, shaking her head.

emmettbryson:

“I’m sure, once the dust has settled, there will be more information readily available about the night. It was a traumatic event for those involved, any close would be tight lipped until they have time to process the things that happened.” If the others had reactions anything like Vince’s, it would take some time before they spoke about the night. Emmett didn’t blame them for it either, he hated that he hadn’t been there for his friend and he was sure many people were suffering from similar feelings. “And if the first hybrids have the life expectancy of the other originals then I’m sure they’ll be around to clarify their story and keep it from turning in to a fairytale.”

Ivy had a hard time finding redeeming qualities in many of the supernatural creatures; most of them were high up on a centuries old horse and she wasn’t fond of it. Noah even spoke to her like that on occasion, despite their close working quarters. She was used to people putting up walls when she asked questions; but with supernatural creatures, it seemed to be a whole other level of distance between Ivy and the truth of things. “Completely understandable.” she said, dipping her head in understanding. “Though, if you have anything to offer to a girl who’s sister just got the werewolf bite, I’d stand for that as well.” Anything was better than nothing.

#c: emmett

alastair-farris:

Alastair smirked at Ivy’s devil-may-care attitude. “Yes, seems like they’re just lining up to sit with you.”

“Most people, both living and supernatural alike, might be indicated or upset by your manner of speaking and demeanor, but I am not most people, Mister Farris.”

#c: alastair #//no text tho

emmettbryson:

“I’m afraid I don’t know much about the events of the ball besides what happened to myself, and a story of being stuck outside in the snow would be of little interest to you and your readers.” He answered with a kind smile. Not batting an eyelash over the lie. What he did know, he had little interest in sharing. He’d found out the parts and pieces from Vincent after he’d arrived home. Vincent and Jack’s forced role had been kept secret and Emmett would not be the one to betray their secrets. “I do hope you have better luck with others.”

The man in front of her was almost too confident and calm for Ivy to believe him but she simply nodded her head, not interested in making waves. “I appreciate the well wishes. I just hope to leave a sort of document for the future generations. Make sure the supernatural world knows how the first hybrids were truly made. We don’t need it getting turned into a fairy tale.” she said simply, taking a sip of her coffee as she jotted the line down for another day, another project, perhaps.

#c: emmett

grey-arthur:

Arthur gave a slight shrug. “Yes,” he said. “You can use my name if you wish.” It wasn’t as though he was afraid Cecile would hurt him. In fact, he welcomed the idea. There were five centuries of anger in addition to the rage he felt for the witch that he would almost enjoy expelling. “It’s Arthur Grey.”

Ivy was honestly surprised at how willing the man - was that what supernatural creatures wanted to be called? - in front of her was. She jotted the quote down and scribbled his name in the margins. “If you don’t mind me asking...what species are you? Is that the proper way to ask? I’m human and new to things here. I just want to make sure I’m properly identifying anyone and going about asking in the right way.” He seemed over all, rather capable of helping her. And he certainly wasn’t shy about expressing his feelings on the matter.

#c: arthur

kelton-tavarez:

“If I’m around somebody that knew them, I’ll be more sensitive, but I’m not going to pretend that I care. People are dying all around the world every second, just because another few people that I don’t know died in closish vicinity to me doesn’t mean that I’m going to suddenly be affected.” Kel pointed out. Maybe it was a cold way of looking at it, but he was okay with that. “Ah, yes, I apologize for that. Holly has no chill.”

“Honestly, it’s a refreshing answer. I’m almost bored of hearing the same mundane ‘it’s so horrible’. That’s what most have given me. I got one gentleman who was aggressive as all get out, saying we should burn her at the stake. That was a lot.” she confessed, watching her brother-in-law as he sat across from her. As much as Ivy appreciated being painfully human, she often had the though of what if cross her mind.