obsidian

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of K I N G S.

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ohsomini·:

Mini always had trouble with opening up to people, mostly men, because of what happened to her when she was alive. Them being in personal space made her uncomfortable, it had took her a while to even look the sire in the eyes instead of shying away from him. Namshin was no different, but as soon she felt and knew that this man was nothing like the ones she came to know her green house became open to him right away. She pouted at the idea of him leaving again, just so he could get her to say those things, “It hurts to be lonely, I rather just have you here and just say it whenever you want to hear it.” She stated to him with a firm nod, trying not show how shy she was becoming with how the conversation was progressing.

She nodded, not really seeing the point of being curious if it was something the sire wanted for him, until she realized he was being sarcastic. Mini shook her head, “I remember when I had to join it as well. Didn’t stay long, which surprised me.” Her first days of being a vampire was the most scariest bit of her life. The hunger almost eating you from the inside, every smell or sight making you want to tear into any human’s skin and suck them dry. She didn’t feel like herself, hysteria clouding her brain. But because of her will to not hurt anyone, even if the hunger was oh so compelling, the goodness of her heart made her snap out of it. Many were impressed by her will power, her strength when it came to bloodlust. “I think it’s wonderful, you offer that type of help for them, there are a lot of clans that would’ve just let them loose.”

Namshin liked some consistency in life because he was used to it -- forced into it, almost -- and so, he liked the same in death (or in this extended version of life they had. The fact that the greenhouse meets those expectations had come as a surprise, but one that was not hard to warm up to. Just like with Mini.  Centuries separated him from her, but maybe she was also an old soul simply trapped into the body of a vampire with a little over four decades. He’s read about things like those before and he’s fully willing to believe in such magical happenings because if supernatural creatures can exist, so can everything else. 

“Ok, but are you ready to say it like, every day? Or maybe twice a week at least? It can be a taxing task, I tend to get demanding over time. And spoiling me is such a bad idea, you can’t imagine.” he utters with nothing more than a smile and a brilliant display of moving eyebrows to keep up with his theatrical tone.

Namshin remembers when the girl had to go through the initiation process and truthfully, at the time, she was just another newborn, thirsty and confused, trying to cope with what had happened to her. Namshin knew how it was and how it felt, which was why they would always send the older vampires to look over the young ones and make sure they didn’t do anything stupid. She ended up acing the process. Whether by sheer willpower alone or because she had an innate talent, Mini was one of the first of her ‘group’ to be allowed to hunt on her own. “Well, I don’t have much of a choice, really, or more like I didn’t have at first but then I ended up actually liking doing it. It makes me reminisce about the time I used to mentor people and help them with their abilities, so it’s a responsibility I enjoy. Maybe it just makes me feel important, I don’t know.”

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sydnyz·:

he’s right though. sydney is a spoiled brat, even since she was young, so it’s kinda hard to not be demanding when that’s all she is if she doesn’t get what she wants. right now she needs a distraction, and while she loves partying and making out with strangers to keep her mind off things, those don’t really appeal to her now. after all sydney hasn’t fed for days, or weeks, and although she’s better at controlling her thirst nowadays, it doesn’t mean she could stop getting thirsty. namshin is like a mentor to sydney, who has helped her to go through the vampire life and all that jazz, so that’s why she has come to find him here. “i’m glad you know,” she says, still pouting until she hears his next words, her lips now curling into a smile. “now that sounds like a better way to live your night,” she remarks. “and it’s time for you to see if my hunting skill has improved.” it would be a lie to say she has never gone hunting without namshin, most of the time yes, but practice makes perfect, right? she gotta do it on her own too.

“I’ve learned the hard way.” he shrugs before pushing himself off of the bed, leaving the sheets even more ruffled than before once he is on his own two feet. He’s dressed in all black, so he doesn’t even need to change. If there’s one thing he learned throughout the years and many hunting nights is that he can be a messy eater and blood is a bitch to watch after. “How has practice been? I am hoping for a better display of silence than that a bit ago because I could hear you walk from your room all the way to mine.” He could be joking, but he isn’t. Namshin has pointed out all of the things she needs to improve and he didn’t do it to be an asshole, he does it out of concern and also because he wants her to be good enough that no one will even know what hit them in the first place. Namshin has had centuries to become a perfect hunter, so who better to be a teacher? “And where do you wanna go? Did you pick a spot already or are you winging it?”

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{ °• @ohsomini }

 It was not unusual for Namshin to disappear for a couple of days at a time, every now and then. He treats those as his own personal retreat days most of the time. A way to allow himself to disconnect from his reality. With the days gone by, he tends to go back and settle into his routine at the manor and his night outings. A week is a different matter though. He is not sure, but that may be the longest he went without setting foot in her greenhouse and the longest he went without being "caught" by her, distracted by his reading, sitting in a corner of her owned space. "Honesty is the only way to go, yes, especially if it comes with the perk of filling one's chest with joy. Should I do it more often so I can hear that again?" he adds playfully and with a small scrunch of his nose. By now, she has his full attention, so he stretches out his legs while straightening his back, just so he can correct his posture. 

"High up orders" he says, pointing up as if god himself had given him some sort of mission. It's not too far from the truth though. Their sire is a god for them, in a way, so what he says goes. "I can't disclose my mission to you. If i told you, I'd have to kill you". It's not a shock that his tone is mockingly serious nor that he includes some cliche line straight out of a Hollywood flick to adhere to the pop culture he likes to play with. "Newborn bootcamp" he adds finally. Everyone who went through it knows that a vampire who's been recently turned has an unquenchable thirst - and zero ability to stop after the first bite. Older vampires help with the "schooling" especially if they are trustworthy and capable, which Namshin is. "You know how the kids get so we take them out to eat. It's no michelin star restaurant, but at least we don't have to worry about the mess".

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Mini was humming to herself, walking through the quiet halls of the manor. For a place that had so many people, she hardly saw any of them. It was very silent during the day, probably half of them sleeping as they would wake up in the night and make themselves known then. Mini was weirdly still trying to get used to that, it had been a good full years, but she had yet to be a night owl, the stained glass of the manor and the protective glass of her greenhouse gave her enough reasons to enjoy the sunlight. 

She was about to enter, until she felt it…. or more like felt him. It had been a while that he had been in her green house. That one person that had a weird place not only in her environment but also in her heart. She had missed the older vampire’s company more that she thought, slightly worried why he hadn’t been there for a while She knew his habits and being there was one of them. “Shin?” Mini asked softly, her voice curious, her feet already taking her to the spot where he would be seated. “You’ve came back?!”

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Namshin considers himself a creature of habit. When he likes something, he does it again and again to the point of exhaustion, except for him that exhaustion never comes. He wonders why things never stop being new to him and places are never the same even if he passes by them every day, but perhaps it is tied to that consistency that defines him so well. Others may call it predictability, but he sees something new every time he looks at something and therefore pities those who can be filled by nothing but boredom upon reaching an ‘end’. He’s been told (by their sire) that the secret for cruising over the centuries is there; that he has it in him and therefore is doing it right. And Namshin knows, immortality can be a slow death too. 

Consistency takes him to his absolute favorite place in the manor. Perhaps he’s reading too much into it, but he breathes differently in there, loses track of time but doesn’t consider it lost and his memory skips to a different time and place where fond memories still live.  Namshin looks up from his book yet his finger remains tucked in-between, marking the page he had been on for a few minutes already. Seeing Mini is not a surprise, but rather a pleasant remembrance of what was missing in that routine of his at the greenhouse. He responds to the call (and the shortening of his name, which only she does and he learned to enjoy hearing) with a smile that immediately reaches his eyes. “I have returned indeed,” he confirms with a nod of his head “Did you miss me?”

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sydnyz·:

it’s not a surprise that sydney is still awake at such ungodly hours. she’s always been a night person, feels more alive when the sky is filled with only darkness. now that she is a vampire, she could relate to living throughout the night even more. sometimes sydney wonders if this is where she really belongs — it almost feels like destiny, like this is where she’s supposed to be. god, she swears some people in this manor are way better than her own family, but that doesn’t matter, they are all six feet under now anyways. except for her step mother, who’s probably living her best life right now. the thought of it makes her angry, and she’s hungry, or thirsty, whatever it is, so she walks out of her room, finds herself waiting in front of namshin’s door. she’s not sure if he’s awake, or if he’s even inside, so she hesitates for a second, only to hear him speak afterwards. sydney twists the knob and pushes the door open, steps inside before she closes it behind her back. “i’m hungry,” is all she says, a little pout on her lips as she looks at namshin. “can we go hunting or something, or are you a little too busy for that?”

Namshin returns the look, but his head tilts slightly before he chuckles. He really needs to address her tone though because she sounds like a demanding child even if she is pouting to look cute. “You really must be hungry because that’s the only thing that makes you sound that grumpy.” He finds it fascinatingly funny because it happens every single time and that’s exactly what makes him remember how much of a baby Sydney really is. Technically speaking, she could still be considered a newborn even if the initial thirst and inability to control has been worked on. She is still a rookie hunter though and Namshin has been more than willing to patiently teach her how to catch her preys and feed safely - but also make her stop when the blood rush is too much that her control actually slips. “Luckily for you, I have a vacant spot in my agenda tonight. Plus, I could use some leg-stretching. And maybe a snack on the way”

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xjaqk·:

                 jack is all dramatics as he enters. he’s not loud but simply by way of presentation, dragging his feet and shaking his head side to side as he approaches, speaks volumes. his hands lift and he waves them around his head as if in a very disoriented state.  “ yes. yes, i am. namshin, ”  he starts, tone as serious as he can manage as he places his hands atop the the other’s shoulders. jack shakes his head side to side once more and releases a long, theatrical breath.  “ where is the entertainment?  the house is so boring today. take me somewhere. please, anywhere but here. help me save us - more so yourself, ” he mutters,  “ from becoming old hags, too. ”

Namshin raises one eyebrow. There is curiosity there for a moment, his own gullibility acting for a split-second before his eyes lower onto his own shoulder and the hand resting there. He should have smelled the drama queen in the distance, why does he think Jack still has a serious bone in his body is a wonder -- Namshin should know better by now. He smirks knowingly before he taps Jack’s hand away with his own fingers almost dismissively. “I thought you were the entertainment though; Jack of all trades and all?” the wordplay is done purposefully, of course, and Jack should know it “I am shocked that you bored of yourself already, but hey, self-deprecating words are so unsuited of your... colorful persona. I wouldn’t call you an old hag. Not yet.” he adds teasingly.

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{ °• @sydnyz }

If there’s one thing he’s grown accustomed to was the awkwardly different schedule in which he had to live his life -- or his new life being dead (whatever makes more sense when he truly thinks about it). He’s always been a bit of an owl on his own, burning candles throughout the night whether it was when he was studying for his civil service exam or simply because a manuscript would keep his attention for far too many hours.  Now, he uses the night wisely as well, to cultivate his evergrowing knowledge (still), but also to hunt (whenever necessary) or to simple waste another few hours roaming around.  Namshin is in his room when he hears the steps -- far too loud for his extremely enhanced hearing -- and like a dog, he recognizes its melody, clicking on the manor’s wooden floor. The sound halts, so he assumes on his own long enough until he’s rolling his eyes and allowing them to leave his book to look at the closed bedroom’s door. “Are you going to stay outside all night? Come in already”

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{ °• @xjaqk }

One would think that after death, there would be nothing but peace and quiet, which was one thing that Namshin was already a fan of, way back when. He really needs to stop referring to himself as being dead (which he is if the lack of a heartbeat is any indication) solely because it sounds weird and morbid. He's breathing and he takes a mental note that dead men don't breathe just so he can categorize himself differently (as if he didn't have more than two centuries to do so); scanning through the books in the library just so he can take one. The creak of the door opening makes him look over however, leaving him with pointed finger mid-air to give the shadow of the one entering a glimpse of attention.

"You look lost." he sends out as a form of greeting.

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[krisinsanity]

[ynxmshin-blog]

heyo! I'm mia and I bring you the house's resident weirdo. Namshin is an oldie (he's 319) and he was never too happy to be undead. in fact, he was quite rebellious and angry about it for a good century or smth. he's at peace with it now though (if you can't beat them, join them, right?). he has a really sad backstory, which I will write in his bio later on, but feel free to ask anything about it if you're curious. Namshin is quite discreet, but very aware of how he looks and what he can do; he is very traditional and sounds very formal in his speech. he's also technologically inept (or more like he isn't very savvy with it, but he tries). his stats page is here with a few facts about him as well so hit that one if you'd like. I don't have a plot page for him yet, but all connections are welcome. so hit that heart if you want to plot with him and I'll get back to you asap.

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You can’t move forward by looking back. But you can’t do it by not talking about the past either. There are things that you don’t need to remember and there are some that needs to stay as a reminder. The struggle is how to tell the difference.

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