Leroy booted up from sleep mode, turbines whirring as his porthole eyes gave off a yellow glow. He rose to his full height, guns staying trained on Connor. "What business do you have here, outlander? I don't recognize you from the munitions depot or repair hanger crews, and you certainly not dressed to be a pilot."
(woops, was working on my reply before Leroy posted, I'll edit this!)
Rumbling in the rafters. Wood groaning as the foundation of an antiquated manor struggled to support the weight of a being who certainly did not belong there. The immortal rose with a start, this abrupt action accompanied by the rather disgusting crackle of a stiff spine. His eyes were narrow as he glowered about, taking in signs of something massive approaching his chambers, eliciting a tremendous scowl. "Not again," Dralt muttered. He promptly swung his legs over the edge of the bed and hefted a nearby sword from its stand, holding it poised towards the door with an equal measure of wariness and exasperation. Honestly, the age-old "slay vampires in their sleep" schtick was overplayed.
re: Connor
Woken by the murmur of a nearby pulse, the undead's eyes snapped open. They glared white in the dim room, reflecting what little light there was, fixating on the intruder's face. A few beats to process, then a gravelly, exhausted murmur:
"Stanfeld twin." There ensued a series of sickly crackles and meaty pops as he began to stretch, sitting, working the remnants of slumber's rigor mortis from his joints. "But not the assassin, which leads me to presume I'm not the one in trouble. For what purpose have you disturbed me? What has happened?"
"Stanfeld twin." There ensued a series of sickly crackles and meaty pops as he began to stretch, sitting, working the remnants of slumber's rigor mortis from his joints. "But not the assassin, which leads me to presume I'm not the one in trouble. For what purpose have you disturbed me? What has happened?"
Rumbling in the rafters. Wood groaning as the foundation of an antiquated manor struggled to support the weight of a being who certainly did not belong there. The immortal rose with a start, this abrupt action accompanied by the rather disgusting crackle of a stiff spine. His eyes were narrow as he glowered about, taking in signs of something massive approaching his chambers, eliciting a tremendous scowl. "Not again," Dralt muttered. He promptly swung his legs over the edge of the bed and hefted a nearby sword from its stand, holding it poised towards the door with an equal measure of wariness and exasperation. Honestly, the age-old "slay vampires in their sleep" schtick was overplayed.
Having not had much sleep lately the beast was rather miffed to say the least when woken up by the presence of another.
Squinting at the figure at the end of the bed his tail slipped out from under to sheet to flick like an annoyed feline.
“I did not invite you in here…why are you here in the first place?” Usually more polite but not when what little sleep he did get was disturbed.
Squinting at the figure at the end of the bed his tail slipped out from under to sheet to flick like an annoyed feline.
“I did not invite you in here…why are you here in the first place?” Usually more polite but not when what little sleep he did get was disturbed.
Due to the limitations of his facial movements, he can't properly express the fear he feels. But the fact that he has sheets pulled up to his nose, sheilding himself, makes it clear that he is terrified. "Haven't I been tormented enough? Am I to be haunted by a demon now?"
No. He'd be the one haunting the demon at the end of her bed.
"Huh- HEY!" Hades almost jumped out of her fur. "Who said you could be in here?! This is my house!"
She leapt out of bed, escorting Anton out of the treehouse to the best of her ability. "Shoo, shoo, SHOO!"
"Huh- HEY!" Hades almost jumped out of her fur. "Who said you could be in here?! This is my house!"
She leapt out of bed, escorting Anton out of the treehouse to the best of her ability. "Shoo, shoo, SHOO!"
She blinked a few times at the unknown creature, still too hazy with sleep to care for figuring out just what it was but she had no reason to believe that it was anything bad since it sat harmlessly on the bed. Chloe mumbled a quiet, "Are you god-...?" Her eyes then squinting as she asked, the question a legitimate one.
Valen rolled over, feeling watched. He opened his eyes and looked at the end of his bed. His eyes shot open as he caught sight of the person on the end of his bed. He was awestruck for a moment, surprised by her beauty, and that she wasn't some eerie shadow figure. He stared in silence, which was uncommon for him, but it didn't last.
"Damn...are you some kinda angel? I'm already spoken for on that front..." He says, gesturing to the ground.
"Damn...are you some kinda angel? I'm already spoken for on that front..." He says, gesturing to the ground.
Burt yawned, rubbed his eyes, blinled- and then did a double take when he realized there was a woman at yhe end of his bed.
His first reaction, of which he was probably going to be mortally embarrassed for the rest of his life, was a surprised squeak, followed by a flurry of apologies and explanations. "Uh - hi - look I don't really know why I zonked out last night, I didn't even drink all that much--" and meanwhile he was frantically trying to remember, did he drive her home? Did she drive him home and if so, where he had left his bike? ONE TIME a girl must have showed interest in him and why he couldn't remember nothing, not even her name???
"... And it's really strange because it never happens to me to blackout even after a booze, uh - what did ya say your name is? Sorry, it's not that I forgot it, I'M FINE-- c-could you just remind me exactly where we met last night?" His frown deepened as he tried to think back about what he had done the night before. Why he did not even remember going out at all?
"... I mean, we DID meet somewgere last night, yes?... " He wasn'tgoing to believe a good looking thief just broke in his house, that would be too far-fetched! Would it?...
Blinking in the darkness, he rubbed his eyes again, trying to look less confused that he felt... and when he looked again his sight had cleared enough that he realized with a startled jump how he had not been talking to a pretty girl but to a guy!!! And with a very dead guy kind of coloring too!!
"... GAH!!" The poor wolverine man jumped up and reached for the wine bottle near the bed, squinting to see the label. "HOW long ago did this boody thing expire?!!"
Getting so drunk he'd forget getting a date was bad enough. But hallucinations? Hallucinations of a zombie at the end of his bed??? "I need a Wily Wolverine beer like now..."
His first reaction, of which he was probably going to be mortally embarrassed for the rest of his life, was a surprised squeak, followed by a flurry of apologies and explanations. "Uh - hi - look I don't really know why I zonked out last night, I didn't even drink all that much--" and meanwhile he was frantically trying to remember, did he drive her home? Did she drive him home and if so, where he had left his bike? ONE TIME a girl must have showed interest in him and why he couldn't remember nothing, not even her name???
"... And it's really strange because it never happens to me to blackout even after a booze, uh - what did ya say your name is? Sorry, it's not that I forgot it, I'M FINE-- c-could you just remind me exactly where we met last night?" His frown deepened as he tried to think back about what he had done the night before. Why he did not even remember going out at all?
"... I mean, we DID meet somewgere last night, yes?... " He wasn'tgoing to believe a good looking thief just broke in his house, that would be too far-fetched! Would it?...
Blinking in the darkness, he rubbed his eyes again, trying to look less confused that he felt... and when he looked again his sight had cleared enough that he realized with a startled jump how he had not been talking to a pretty girl but to a guy!!! And with a very dead guy kind of coloring too!!
"... GAH!!" The poor wolverine man jumped up and reached for the wine bottle near the bed, squinting to see the label. "HOW long ago did this boody thing expire?!!"
Getting so drunk he'd forget getting a date was bad enough. But hallucinations? Hallucinations of a zombie at the end of his bed??? "I need a Wily Wolverine beer like now..."
((gah sorry cross posted 😂 I will edot real quick!!))
((aaand fixed, also thank you phone for quoting my post when I jyst wanted to edit a typo -_- hate posting from phone))
Blinking a few times, Zaria stared the male in the eye with a face devoid of real expression. One that even in her drowsy and half-asleep state, looked to be an intimidating one. Those eyes scrolled him and with a single run of her hand through her hand, she swiftly kicked her leg out at him to get him off of her bed.
She didn't know who they thought they were to try to sleep in her bed, but they were plum outta luck.
Wait-
Who was that-???
Taking a moment to snap awake, her eyes landed on the the figure again and she threw her arms into the air in annoyance as she turned her light on. "Who the hell are you?!"
She didn't know who they thought they were to try to sleep in her bed, but they were plum outta luck.
Wait-
Who was that-???
Taking a moment to snap awake, her eyes landed on the the figure again and she threw her arms into the air in annoyance as she turned her light on. "Who the hell are you?!"
Ichigo hadn't slept in months, and this ONE night, she managed to get some Z's in. Though a strange paranoia came over her so she squinted slightly to see a black haired woman singing quietly. Ichigo sat up groggily, frankly, already ticked off.
"Hey, ya mind at least singin' quietly, maybe somethin' that'll lull someone to sleep? I haven't slept much lately and I need this 'beauty rest' so I don't go crazy..."
She curled up under her blankets, eyes opening and closing sleepily.
"Hey, ya mind at least singin' quietly, maybe somethin' that'll lull someone to sleep? I haven't slept much lately and I need this 'beauty rest' so I don't go crazy..."
She curled up under her blankets, eyes opening and closing sleepily.
Considering he slept in a hole in the ground Rene was surprised to find anyone other than himself so close to him. It didn't smell like food so he was more annoyed than anything else. "I don't generally get this close to complete strangers..might telling me why you're here?"
Most knew that it was wise to let sleeping abomination detectives lie, but it appeared Rene must've ran out of luck in that department. There came a startled hnnrk from the crumpled mass of Huskleather and trenchcoat behind the desk, and with a reluctant twitch of his ear, Randle opened his eyes. His brow furrowed. Him again? "Well now, been a while since I've seen you around, son. Hope ya've known better than to dig your teeth into your fellow men in the meantime.." Metal bones groaned beneath Randle's hide as he reverted from his ridiculously cat-like sleeping position to sitting up straight in his chair; as per usual, a fresh cig soon found its place between his lips as well. "Look, pal.. whatever happened back there, I'm willing to forget for a hot second, as long as ya give it to me straight what brought ya here. Ain't often that I have a cannibal walking into my office at-" He glanced up the quartet of bare brick walls surrounding them, but could only provide a shrug. "-whatever hour it might be." He sighed, and to battle his personal bias against the man-eating potential client in front of him, he took a puff from his beloved GoldenTerrapin™ herbal cigarette. "Alright, pal, take a seat, and tell me what's bothering ya. Murder or missing person, I'll do whatever's in my power.. just don't expect me to track down your next midnight snack, capiche?"
(( PSA: Boomer Cat's bed also happens to be the desk (chair) at his canon office's front door, so nah, I ain't confusing this with that other game! ))
(( PSA: Boomer Cat's bed also happens to be the desk (chair) at his canon office's front door, so nah, I ain't confusing this with that other game! ))
".... huh?" Cris bolted upright when she heard someone shuffling around the room. Her first reaction was also the most predictable; she reached under the pillow and drew out her gun, aiming it against the massive shadow lurking in the dark. "Look, it's been a long day. I don't care how you got past all the defenses and security system, you get out on your own or in a black plastic-" with her free hand she finally found the light switch and a moment later the room was bathed in light.
At the sight of the person who stood at the end of the bed, she instantly dropped the gun in surprise. "Randle?? Geez man, I could have shot you!" Instantly she leapt to her feet, wide awake and alert. If Randle had sneaked into her house unannounced in the middle of the night, it could only mean troubles. "What's the matter this time around?"
At the sight of the person who stood at the end of the bed, she instantly dropped the gun in surprise. "Randle?? Geez man, I could have shot you!" Instantly she leapt to her feet, wide awake and alert. If Randle had sneaked into her house unannounced in the middle of the night, it could only mean troubles. "What's the matter this time around?"
" Oi, you are so lucky I don't hit you with my guitar and call my good ghostbusting friends to send a couple of ghost after ya foxy ! " Messlea said glaring at the woman with her pup mal looking at her with a confuse look as the young woman look at Light siting in bed with her arm cross after turning on her lamp wearing a " Psychonauts " t-shirt with a pair of plaid black PJ pants with all of her hair being a mess
And for once, Mixie was actually getting a good sleep. What could have been a night without disturbances ending up being disturbed by none other than a midnight snack an intruder.
The demon began to stir from underneath the covers. As she slowly stood up and the blankets fell, Mixie's skin (the parts left uncovered by her pajamas) was notably convulsing; sections of her arms, and a much larger, noisier one coming from her torso, stretching from the base of her neck to just below her navel.
They all split open with a series of horrible squelches. The sections of her arms revealed maddening eyes. Her torso, which was also accompanied by a loud crack, revealed a vertical set of jaws.
Her upper arms forcibly grabbed Messlea by her jean jacket, pulling the human uncomfortably close to the living death trap. Mixie wasn't sporting that sadistic grin... a terrible sign, to be sure.
"I'll pick my teeth with your bones..." She snarled, her words practically venomous. "You've got five seconds to explain why I shouldn't!"
The demon began to stir from underneath the covers. As she slowly stood up and the blankets fell, Mixie's skin (the parts left uncovered by her pajamas) was notably convulsing; sections of her arms, and a much larger, noisier one coming from her torso, stretching from the base of her neck to just below her navel.
They all split open with a series of horrible squelches. The sections of her arms revealed maddening eyes. Her torso, which was also accompanied by a loud crack, revealed a vertical set of jaws.
Her upper arms forcibly grabbed Messlea by her jean jacket, pulling the human uncomfortably close to the living death trap. Mixie wasn't sporting that sadistic grin... a terrible sign, to be sure.
"I'll pick my teeth with your bones..." She snarled, her words practically venomous. "You've got five seconds to explain why I shouldn't!"
(Countess Isabella, 1rst gen)
"What the actual - Anastasio!!! A thief broke in our room!" Countess Isabella's voice spramg from the darkness, stark awake. But more than frightened, she sounded insulted.
"Listen, you little rat, I don't know how you got in - check that, I have a very clear idea of who let you in, tomorrow Cristina will hear me - but if you are too dumb to know it, my son is the Admiral Aliprandi, how badly you want him to toss you in the most uncomfortable jail there is until it rots? Yes I figured! So take your pathethic charity case out of our house and better for you that I don't find a needle missing, or SO HELP YOU!"
"What the actual - Anastasio!!! A thief broke in our room!" Countess Isabella's voice spramg from the darkness, stark awake. But more than frightened, she sounded insulted.
"Listen, you little rat, I don't know how you got in - check that, I have a very clear idea of who let you in, tomorrow Cristina will hear me - but if you are too dumb to know it, my son is the Admiral Aliprandi, how badly you want him to toss you in the most uncomfortable jail there is until it rots? Yes I figured! So take your pathethic charity case out of our house and better for you that I don't find a needle missing, or SO HELP YOU!"
"Vael's tits, it's a grandma!" Connor jumped out of the bed, rose eyes glinting in the dark. "What in the name of the gods are you doing here? Get out, out!"
"A shadowy and handsome man appearing in my room like this? Well, I haven't really had any intimate contact since my husband died, so maybe someone or something sent you to help me with that?"
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