#folsensehyde

[theodorereinel]

folsensehyde replied to your post: “…Sigh. Alright. Just… just gotta get through...

“ … ” “ I could help with that, my friend. ” Dun dun duuun

“I - what? I mean, I’d welcome any help, at this point, but I’m... not sure in what capacity you mean.”

[cheekydetective]

@folsensehyde

It wasn’t often members of the Mystery Room found themselves in the position of being able to go on any sort of holiday. Detective Constable Lucy Baker, however, found herself to be one of the lucky few who worked in their small precinct. The trip had originally been intended for her mother, but when plans fell through Lucy found herself with a spare ticket and a sticky situation. It had taken a good amount of insisting and reassuring from the Prof himself that it was quite alright if Lucy left the Mystery Room for a couple of days and that he would be perfectly fine without her. She had finally agreed to depart, but she couldn’t deny there was still some worry in the back of her mind. She did have to admit, however, the Molentary Express was surely something else! Even the ride was something else; the view was awe inspiring! She’d only seen scenery so beautiful in movies before. Ah, but like everything it was short lived! The woman soon found herself in Folsense, a town which was, admittedly--outright odd if you asked her. Now, of course it was a beautiful place, really stunning, but the people were so dodgy. They spoke of vampires and disappearances and of a mysterious man who lived in the mansion in town. Now, Lucy was hardly a superstitious woman, but the mention of one man in particular who had vanished was enough to send her right to the source of all the trouble.  The home is, albeit, rather imposing, but Lucy Baker is never one to back down even in the face of adversity! No, she finds herself raising a hand and pounding on the large wooden doors of the prestigious home.  Lucy had lived to see a walking corpse; she had disarmed traps and faced much more daunting tasks then some mysterious, never aging man in an old mansion. Every puzzle had an answer and this one was no different. 

[unmaskedxchaos-blog]

@folsensehyde

“Blast this rain-” Randall grumbled to himself. 

Perhaps going hunting for a rare treasure (despite knowing it would rain) really was a bad idea. When he got home, he would have to admit to his servant that he was, in fact, correct. However, traveling back to Stansbury would prove to be a chore in that weather. The rain was starting to come down harsher now, and his hopes of getting any further would cease to exist. He needed to find some sort of shelter, and quickly. At least if he found a place to hang out until the rain stopped, he could dry off, and possibly even give his parents a call.  As he continued up the road, Randall perked up. There, not too far ahead was a home-- or rather, a mansion. It was huge. Far bigger than anything he’d seen in Stansbury. But it was a house, and that’s all that mattered! 

Hurrying himself toward the large doors, Randall rang the doorbell eagerly. “Pardon my intrusion- I don’t want to cause trouble..!” He knitted his brows slightly. 

[agelessbecst-moved]

   VIDAR’S HEAD TURNS SLOWLY, angling itself to inspect his small human company that had so strangely come upon him on this dark night. The forest air felt ill and heavy on his lungs, and the atmosphere felt eerie.  The darkening sky bred unease in him--he wanted to leave, but it would be rude to ignore this man and not ask him why he was here, as well.

      He pushes his lumbering form off of the low cliff almost gracelessly. The earth shudders a bit as it flops onto the same level of soil as the stranger did, dirt shifting underneath his weight. As intimidating as Vidar may look, especially with the moonlight cast unto his body, he means no harm. 

     “ I did not expect MAN to be roaming these woods. The air feels thick here. What is a fellow like you doing in the middle of the night? “ // @folsensehyde

[masked-miracle]

the vampire duke himself ( requested by @folsensehyde ! )

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[theodorereinel]

folsensehyde replied to your post: “…I need friends that don’t think of target...

“ …I can offer a tour to my collection of books and antique belongs for a change. ”

"Books and antiques? Sounds better than shooting guns all afternoon. I get to keep my hearing, and my dignity - I'm a poor shot with snipers. Too much recoil for me."

[twiceminded-archived]

“Do you need to sit down?”

For a second, he doesn’t process the words.

His head doesn’t hurt, but he can’t see. The world exists, but isn’t there. He isn’t breathing, but he should be. Everything is passing around him, through him, but not touching him.

And then suddenly his nails are digging into his arms through the sleeves of his coat, and he’s gone pale and he gasps for air. The look on his face is unrestrained horror. 

“I... um. I’m so sorry you had to see me like that.” Saving face is difficult after that little episode, but Fendi is trying. “Probably. Yes. I probably should sit down.”

[silverbulletofthefbi]

@folsensehyde

Generally hard to sneak up on him, but he had waited to comment. Best not to appear paranoid.

“Well, I’ve always preferred mysteries, but there is some appeal of other works.” He smiled faintly. “But full private libraries are quite rare, I’ve noticed.”