Miles Farrow

Seelie Elf(Fae/Witch)/1001/Verse/Slave Magic: Evocation / Water (Expert) Enchantment/ Fire (Expert) Divination / Air (Expert) Abjuration/Earth (Expert) Conjuration /Electricity (Advanced) Transmutation (Advanced)

[milesfarrow]

"Work here, right?" Miles asked rhetorically. The collar was different and the guys uniform was a dead give away unless that was a new thing they'd be wearing in the undercroft add to that the big ass cart he was pushing and he could gather the other's purpose. He glanced over his shoulder making sure the coast was clear knowing he was actively being hunted or soon would be. The guy was looking at him strangely. He looked down at his blood soaked shirt. "This?" He waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. Guessing you're housekeeping. So what I need you to do is grab me a shirt. Mine's a mess. There's a Henri Eau Claire or something or other." He looked at the other expectantly. "Well check your little map phone thing or whatever and confirm what the fuck I'm talking about." He glanced over his shoulder again. "Hurry up Sling Blade, don't have all fucking day here." He clapped his hands to get him moving. He currently didn't have a collar on because someone thought they could handle him. Guess he wasn't there because anyone knew who he was or Proulx was living up to his reputation.

Miles was trying to go through the series of events that got him where he was now the adrenaline was wearing off the threat of a lot of different shit was currently off the table. His mind was sluggish. More so than it should be. "Shit." He grit out when he realized just how loud his ears were ringing. He could feel his glamour slipping while the sides of his vision faded to black. "Fucking arachnids." His words slurred, hands reaching blindly out to grab anything to keep him from the ground he was heading for. May have forgotten Proulx upgraded to part demon and of course he'd pick a big fucking spider.

@wyattlaroux

[milesfarrow]

Miles was on his bullshit again. Outside the castle, though, to be fair, he had been rented by a villager and then decided he didn't need to share the same space as said villager. He'd have a reasonable explanation when the time came should he need one. "So we meet again, Ollivander." Miles announced himself over the bell as he entered the familiar shop. "I need a charm I know you have. Not about looking around forever. Know my time is money, honey. Puts someone in heat that doesn't go into heat and all that jazz. Help a brother out, fam."

@evclex

[evclex]

The bell in his shop rang and Eirik hardly looked up. "If you're here to make a request, there's a form on the counter. If not, feel free to look around. Careful with the charms, they truly work and I would hate for you to not know what you're touching." He murmured as he jotted down some notes while looking through one of his archives. When he finally did look up to see someone standing there, he nodded. "Unless you need me personally?"

@krovscastlestarters

[milesfarrow]

Miles was, unsurprisingly, somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. In all fairness he was technically allowed to be out of the undercoft because he was being rented. Did he immobilize and leave his renter in a sub-optimal position, that would be a debate he'd likely have to deal with at a later date if it came up. He figured the master would be too embarrassed to report it. Who really wanted to say a collared slave got the better of them.

The warning didn't stop Miles from touching things. It was a problem he had. An inability to keep his hands off things that weren't his. He didn't usually steal anymore, but right now he had no money and he needed this kind of shit. Course he knew it wouldn't be so easy considering the store. No Miles didn't have a conscience. Specially for those in and around the castle. Everyone had their bullshit rationalizations, in the end that's all it would ever be. Bullshit to rationalize a choice. But he did have some self preservation.

"What if I know and I want them anyway, but have no money. You up for a deal?" He glanced at the door and back at the shop owner that he now stood in front of. "Kind of strapped for time here. So let's make it quick, Ollivander."

[gildedcollarcaelan]

— Caelan Vale moved quietly through the corridors of Krovs Castle, the familiar weight of the collar around his neck had become such a constant reminder of where he now belonged, that he no longer noticed the pressure against his skin nor did he quite let it define who he was. The Undercroft had its own rhythm by now; soft footsteps, hushed voices, the occasional distant command echoing down stone halls, and Caelan had learned how to move within it like a gentle current through a froest creek. He paused near one of the communal spaces, hands loosely clasped in front of him, offering a polite smile to anyone who passed as if it were the most natural thing in the world to still greet others with warmth here. There was an openness in his expression that didn’t quite match the place, an unguarded kindness that lingered even after everything he had lost, as though he were quietly inviting conversation rather than avoiding it. “Hello,” he greeted softly to someone nearby, his gaze lifting with calm curiosity, "This is a pleasant surprise- I didn't expect to see you here."

[milesfarrow]

"Where were you expecting to see me? I'm curious." Miles had seen Smiles the Slave lurking around, which he'd come to start referring to him as in his head. It wasn't his business. Everyone dealt with things their own way. It only became his business when Smiles talked to him. "Out on the street. We're in a shitty basement. Hard to miss you, Smiles. What are you so happy about? Someone call you a good boy today?"

[dez-spade]

Desmond struggled with sitting still ever since he'd arrived in the castle. It'd only been a day but he quickly caught onto the routine: stay in the Undercroft unless rented out or, in his case now, allowed outside for the oh-so generous hour slaves were allowed. He didn't intend on sticking around this place long, even though logically knew escaping Krovs Castle was near fucking impossible. Still, he'd been in some tough situations before and this collar around his neck didn't negate any of his skills or abilities. It'd take more than a day to figure out a solid escape plan though...

He paused in his pacing back and forth feeling eyes on him. "Why don't you take a picture? It might last longer," Dez said, perhaps a little sharper than he intended. He really hated being trapped in this godforsaken place.

@krovscastlestarters

[milesfarrow]

"With my Polaroid? Or wait do you suggest a Pixel or Iphone? What camera model is best? I got so many options at my fingertips down here. I'm all ears." Miles full of sarcasm having been watching the new arrival pacing because there was no paint to watch dry currently. "You use all your brain for that one? Better keep pacing in that case. Your charge is low."

[xicedragon]

"I doubt that is the reason for why you're here." He said, looking him over with disdain clear on his face. Likely was here for the same reasons the dragon was, which all came back to the very same thing. The war and his hand in the whole fiasco, it definitely was what brought him to the castle. "A brief enjoyment, I'm sure." He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of giving him any other response than that. "I'm sure you would have yet you got your ass here, too, so how's that working out for you?"

[milesfarrow]

"Oh you think?" Miles was well aware why he was there. He killed a lot of vampires during the war and a lot more after the war. Not a councilman yet, but he was in Krovs now so there was only opportunity. He was sure someone knew. Not because he was sloppy, but after so long someone would put it together. Who would come later or maybe it really was just a coincidence. Being forthcoming with information was never one of his better qualities anyway. "Bold of you to think I'm here by accident. Maybe I wanted to be here." He didn't, but he wouldn't squander it. If he was there he'd do what he could with it. "Don't worry. I'll find time to kick the shit out of you for your bullshit. Cause, no Ryker, I've not let it go." Miles was the hold a grudge until the end of his life type. He got up from the couch to face the dragon. " You don't get to flip sides and say sorry for all the shit you did. There's no clean slate for you. There's just going to be me carving your heart out of your chest." He smiled and winked patting the other slave on the chest.

[fallen-sangho]

"Actually, yes." Sang-ho paused a beat. He could already taste a note of that vice he embodied in the air, that enough to suffice for greed. Selfish desires, needs, wants. He crooked a finger at the slave, the next words that left his mouth all laced with a subtle layer of persuasion. "Put that down where you got it and come over here, Mr. Farrow."

[milesfarrow]

Miles felt the familiar pull. Outside the castle that would have never worked. He was warded against it. Hard to kill a vampire when they could persuade you to stop and kill yourself. The vase was set down and his body moved to fulfill the command until he was standing in front of Sangho. Well Miles certainly found something he disliked more than the collar. The smirk pulled at a corner of his lips. "Trying hard to be my bestie aren't you? You've got my attention, Chief."

[henri-delacroix]

"Beef?" Henri sounded amused, arching a brow as he followed Miles deeper into his suite, hands folded behind his back. Dark eyes watched the distracted thing fluttering about touching everything intently. That was allowed, but any attempt from Miles to take what didn't belong to him out of Henri's suite would trigger a magical reaction. That included Henri's shirt currently on the slave's body. "Why, because you're half faerie and I'm half vampire? I don't subscribe to that nonsense based on species. I have no beef with you so long as you return my shirt." He pressed his lips together. "Have you never been taught to look with your eyes and not your hands?"

[milesfarrow]

"Good for you. I fully subscribe to that nonsense." He had a long trail of bodies to show for it. Be a bad time to change his view. Otherwise he'd just be a serial killer. He held one of two gold cat statues he pulled from one of the shelves in his had when he turned to the master. He looked down at it as he shifted it from one hand to the other then back at the ahool. "No." He replied to the question before setting it back on the shelf and picking up its twin to see if it, in fact, was. "Why have so many things if they're not meant to be touched." He countered rhetorically as he put the other statue back that was, in fact, a twin. " You can just admit you think I'm sexy and not make this about the shirt."

[witchysethharper]

Seth hmphed and pressed his lips together a little, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. This slave reminded him of a smarter version of Shade with the attitude. "Yeah, you're right." He tipped his head from side to side, considering. Obviously this wasn't going well so maybe a different tactic would be better.

"Hey, you wanna get out of this place for a bit? Get some good shit to eat?" Seth was hungry too.

[milesfarrow]

"I'll take the bait." He agreed. The more he left the more he could map the place. He knew all the big players at the castle, it was the secondary ones he didn't, like the guy in front of him and everyone else that was going to get in his way. "That all I'm getting out of this little hang out? Food and a walk about?"

[mannythejaguar]

Manny made a little noise in his throat, almost like an amused snort at that. He’d never been the best at the discipline aspect of his job. He could do it better now after some training but god did he hate it. He glanced at Miles again, that question not as suspicious as the last. “Yeah, I do.” He was sure the fact he was still a “baby” demon helped along with his good record in his tenure at Krovs in allowing him full access to all his abilities instead of just some level of power. It made sense for guards to not be hindered. “Why do you ask?”

[milesfarrow]

"Can see why they made you a guard." Miles attention was back on the wall for a bit, then he looked back at his little guard pal. "What are you again? Species wise." He clarified. Miles didn't have his powers, sure. But he was weighing all his options currently and getting a lay of the land. "And how long have you been here?"

[xmordecaidavies]

The vampire stiffened when Miles leaned in closer, though a slight laugh escaped him at the nip. This was hardly the first time someone had tried an intimidation tactic on him, though no one had tried since he'd become a vampire. "Maybe. But being a vampire also means I have more of a way of fighting back if someone tries to kill me." He stared back at Miles a moment. "Depends on who you talk to." Mordecai's shoulders raised in a small shrug and the his gaze dropped down to the book. He frowned for just a second but nodded. "I don't see why not. God knows I've read it enough times."

[milesfarrow]

It was Miles' turn to laugh. "Not everyone's here by accident." He smiled holding up the book. "thanks." He moved to fall into the seat next to the master putting his hands on the back of either side of the couch and his feet up on the coffee table. "So where's my drink Deke. Terrible at hospitality. Can see why you don't have any friends."

[maytheavatarsbewithyou]

[celebritiesandmovies]

[milesfarrow]

[xmordecaidavies]

There was an amused look on Mordecai's face at that question. It mostly felt silly to him, since the answer to that should have been pretty obvious. "I think it's safe to say that most slaves here aren't having the time of their lives in the Undercroft. Unless they get lucky somehow." He rested his hand on the arm of the couch as he spoke, calmly looking back at Miles before the vampire grimaced.

"I wouldn't say that. I mostly came here because my sire. But I guess I also thought that maybe I could help a slave or two out while I'm here." Even if Mordecai cringed at the idea of claiming anyone. He figured it was better they were owned by him than some of the other masters. "I'm not that interesting." He reassured Miles with a slight laugh. "Choice. I was human before this and I'd gotten sick of being at the bottom of the food chain."

[milesfarrow]

"Cute you think becoming a vampire makes you less of a victim." Miles leaned in closer to Mordecai's his hands on either side of the back of the couch. His lips brushed his ear as he whispered darkly against it. "Just changes who's going to kill you, Deke." He nipped at the lobe before pushing back to look down at the young naive thing. "But, it is good to know our sire's here. Bet he's a real peach." He pushed away from the couch going back to the book he'd grabbed earlier. "You okay if I borrow this? I've never read it."

[fallen-sangho]

Sang-ho barked out a laugh, choosing to ignore Miles somewhat chaotic exploration of the room. "Heavens, no. I'm the Chief of Staff here. I'm more interested in hearing your side of the story," he answered. "What possessed you to steal a shirt from a master?"

[milesfarrow]

Miles snorted a laugh as he picked up the vase he'd moved and was looking it over. "I needed a shirt." He tossed it from hand to hand. "That a good enough answer for you, Chief?"

[henri-delacroix]

"My place is far better than where you are, which is not in the Undercroft as a collared slave," Henri said calmly. He didn't have any regrets about his choices either. He let go of Miles then with a polite smile, sure to follow through on that promise of getting his belongings back later. He knew the slave's face and could match it to the photos on the directory once he settled in. "Don't ruin it," he warned, grabbing his luggage and walking off towards his suite in the other side of the castle.

After (mostly) unpacking, Henri paid a visit to the Head of Magical Security to enchant his suite and personal belongings with protective magic to keep sticky fingers from taking what wasn't theirs. Seemed he'd need it this stay around if there were slaves like Miles roaming around. With that sorted, he scrolled through the slave directory, found the elf, and requested a rental then waited for the younger man to be delivered to his suite.

[milesfarrow]

Miles didn't dwell on the interaction going on with his day and other interactions he had. He was in the middle of talking to a slave when he was grabbed by a new guard. He wasn't exactly impressed with how that was handled or he was. The walk was familiar at least to the side of the castle he was going to. Deke was in the area. For a second he thought the other had rented him again but he passed the door and moved on. "Shit." He grumbled to himself. "Fucking dragons." He muttered once the door was opened and there was no surprise on his face when he saw the guy he borrowed his shirt from.

"You are relentless aren't you?" He stepped in without being told. "Nice OCD palace." Miles moved to the first shelf he saw looking at the pricey decorations and then to the bowls on the dinning room table to see if there was anything in them. Then to the living room which slowed him down having a lot more in it. "It's not even that nice of a shirt, like I said. You really want to start some beef with me over it?" He did finally look at the master. "Not like we don't already have beef, but you know... If you want to make it worse I'm all for it." He was back to touching the different decorations on the shelves built into the wall.