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Post by Jewel on Oct 28, 2019 12:21:29 GMT -6
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Post by Jewel on Feb 27, 2020 16:57:39 GMT -6
Jewel wasn't sure what he had wanted to see when he rocked up to the mansion, but he didn't think he was getting it. It was awfully... Victorian. Maybe his imagination had been running away with him, but he had imagined something more ethereal, more magical; it was called eccentric, after all. Was he going to find a decrepit bride in her rotting wedding dress inside, with the cake and party favours still ready to go, gathering dust? He wouldn't know what to say to her. At least he had Mollie for company, he supposed. Not that she wanted to be anywhere near the place. She was whining before they'd even reached the front door, and didn't look like she approved of going inside. Was he out of his mind? Why did he insist on taking her to a strange place full of new smells? Still, she wasn't going to abandon him. Anything could happen to him if he went alone. (1)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 27, 2020 19:11:03 GMT -6
The lavender was pretty. It wasn’t Jewel’s colour, but he appreciated its value; it gave the whole area a soft feeling, like it had been wrapped in a delicate fabric. The smell of flowers was delightful too. Even if the architecture wasn’t to his taste, he couldn’t deny the beauty, and would have to be totally insensitive to be unable to enjoy it. Mollie was showing her appreciation in her own way, by shoving her nose among the roses. Achoo! Her whole body shook with the force of a sneeze - a leaf or a petal must have prodded at her nostril and tickled it. “Bless you,” Jewel said. “Do you think we’re allowed to just walk in here? There’s no notice... should we knock?” Better to be safe than sorry. The Fae raised a hand and tapped his knuckles against the wood, hoping to catch the attention of anyone waiting inside. (2)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 29, 2020 11:16:32 GMT -6
His politeness gained him nothing. There was no response to his knocking - not even the sound of wood settling beyond the door. All was eerily quiet. The scent of flowers was becoming cloying; Jewel felt the compulsion to turn around and walk away, before anything bad could happen. Then, with his back to the mansion, he heard a creaking. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he saw the door had opened, but no one was there to greet him. "Man, that's not scary at all," He laughed. Mollie audibly disagreed with a miserable whine. "What? Come on, it's Vakrah. It's not going to be so bad. Don't be a scaredy cat... scaredy dog? Whatever, we're going in." There was nothing for it. Mollie hung her head and padded after the Fae as he stepped over the threshold and into unknown territory. She could only follow behind and hope she wouldn't have to drag him out of danger. (3)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 29, 2020 11:28:29 GMT -6
The door closed behind Jewel with the soft jingling of bells. There was something domestic, and yet uncanny about the hallway; light wood with those lavender accents, too immaculate to be lived in. The rug running towards what he could only assume was the living room was spotless, even though its design would suggest it to be years old. "Super fancy," He mused. "I bet this cost something to build." But had it been built at all, in the traditional sense? It was meant to be magic. If not magic, it was certainly supernatural, from what he had read and heard. Hopefully there would be an easy way to get out if he wanted to. He hadn't thought of that. It wasn't something he'd come across in any account, but if someone had become stuck, they wouldn't have been able to document it regardless... Jewel cast a look at Mollie. Maybe she was right to be looking so sheepish. (4)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 29, 2020 11:36:19 GMT -6
Well, he wasn't going to find anything out by standing in the hall. Jewel couldn't help dragging his fingers over the wallpaper as he moved towards the living room - it felt smooth, high quality, decorated in a floral pattern with the bottom half of the wall cladded in white wood. It looked like the home of a young, rich woman, if he had to guess. "Do you like it, Mollie?" He asked. The disparaging look he received from her in response was self explanatory. "Oh, come on. It's pretty! It's all cute and frilly, it's not like we're going to get chased by a demon or something!" The Gallor, obviously, said nothing. She was just going to walk with him and keep her hackles raised. It was one thing at home, where she knew who was prone to jump out at her, but in a strange place... she wasn't prone to anxiety, but she couldn't help but be cautious. (5)
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Post by Renathan on Feb 29, 2020 13:46:33 GMT -6
A tiny glass rose sits nearby. How cute!
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Post by Jewel on Feb 29, 2020 14:05:34 GMT -6
The living room was as decadent as the hallway. The same wall decorations persisted into it, though in more vibrant colours; he wasn't sure if the wallpaper had faded in the sun pouring into the hallway, or if it was a conscious choice. Since when was he so interested in interior design? Probably since he had been forced to live in his darned kennel. There was only so much you could do with a kennel. Mollie had begun to get into the spirit, to some degree. She was trailing around the circumference of the room with her snout to the floor, sniffing up a storm; she couldn't detect another person, but something wasn't right! Feet had walked through before, even if it did look spotless. The couches were upholstered beautifully. Jewel wondered if they were as comfortable as they looked, or if the designer had chosen style over functionality. (6)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 29, 2020 14:11:50 GMT -6
Just as he prepared to throw himself onto the couch, Jewel noticed something glittering between the cushions. He was unable to resist anything with a shine - he nigh immediately leaned in to take it in his hand. "Look at this, girl," He said, flashing the delicate glass rose to the Gallor. "Do you think we can just take this stuff? I mean, no one's using it... though it kinda feels like I'm robbing an old woman's house..." It was pretty. More purple, but a shade more becoming to him than lavender was. He could make a pendant out of it, if there was no other use - it would look pretty against his chest if he left his shirt open a little... Submerged in his own vanity, he flopped down with too much intensity, and found that the back of the couch was far firmer than anticipated. Ouch. It served him right. (7)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 29, 2020 14:19:09 GMT -6
"What's with these furniture makers? Whatever they're called..." Jewel huffed, rubbing a hand over the sore spot in his back. "They can make things look pretty, but they don't bother making them comfortable. What's the point of a couch that isn't comfortable?" Mollie didn't care much for the semantics of that. Instead, she was sniffing at the coffee table sat in front of the Fae. A vase overflowing with blooming roses sat in the middle; a few stray petals had dropped onto the glass surface. There were places set for tea, and a teapot, though there was no way of telling if there were any beverages available in it. "Aw, a tea pot. Some coffee might be nice, you know!" Jewel said offhandedly. "I'm not a tea fan." Then... he must have been hallucinating, because he blinked and saw a curl of steam rise from its spout. Followed closely by the scent of coffee. (8)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 29, 2020 14:31:23 GMT -6
That was too convenient to be a coincidence. Jewel looked around, as if he might see someone he missed - knowing full well no one could have filled the pot without him noticing. Still, it smelled good... and didn't smell like poison. So he reached forward to take the pot in his hands. Mollie sat down on the carpet with a thud. She kept a watch on the Fae, just in case something happened. "I mean... don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right?" He said to her, and as if on cue, she sighed softly through her nose. "I don't expect you to understand. I'm thirsty." The liquid he poured into the cup looked like coffee as well as smelling like it. A couple of sugar cubes from the ornate bowl, a few stirs with the silver spoon, and it was good to go! If someone was looking to murder him, they'd found a foolproof method. (9)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 29, 2020 14:35:57 GMT -6
Jewel raised the cup to his lips, and took a sip. It was at a perfect temperature to drink, too, and after not instantly dying from his first mouthful, he drained the whole serving in a record time. Delicious. It tasted high quality, for sure - not instant coffee, though why it had materialised in a teapot, he couldn't say. A quiet acceptance of the ludicrous event was the best way to stomach it. "Another cup, please," He sung to himself as he poured again. Two more sugar lumps, stir, complete. God, he was a caffeine addict. Mollie watched, and he looked back at her with sympathy; it didn't look like there were any magic pet bowls around to whip her up a treat. "I'll find something for you. I brought some jerky if nothing else." He looked back to the table to set the cup down, and flinched. Where there was once the tea set was now a pile of Vakrah favours. (10)
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Post by Jack on Feb 29, 2020 18:36:20 GMT -6
A strange wreath and a fragile looking flower lay nearby.
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