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"A Large Robot is in my resting spot now? I don't know what your business is, But if you need fixing, I will ask Kokonoe. I can't promise you that she will accept however."

"Get out of my Coffin, who just climbs into somone else's Coffin. And you broke it! Out! Get out! Out! Out! Out!..this was an antique "

When he snapped open his eyes, he caught the sight of a freckled woman with copper brown locks standing at the end of his bed. Rude, Irakli thought. It wasn't uncommon for him to find other vampires and all sort of strangers in his home, since Ogonoebi didn't turn others away. So in turn, Irakli, their fledgling, was highly expected to do so also.

Irakli slowly got of bed and approached the woman."What can I do for you such time of night?" His voice was laced with displeasure. "If you wish to seek shelter from dawn, you can stay here for as much you like." He paused for a moment. "Whatever you do, don't go in the basement."

As the vampire appears at the other end of Xueqing's bed, her sleep is interrupted by the sudden movement of the bed.
Still a bit tired, she sits up while in her white underwears. "?" Rubbing her eyes, the girl looks closer at the vampire. "Uh... hey. Would you please let me have enough sleep?" She yawns, "I've been working overnight on a game project..."

Esme rises with a start and immediately, instinctively reaches for the gun propped up beside the bed. Her prosthetic eye adjusts to the dim light before her human eye, and before she knows it she’s lowering her gun. It’s a teenage girl before her. “Don’t scare me like that. You’re lucky I didn’t fire. You should leave.”

She notices just how horribly tired the girl looks, and adds, “Well… there’s a couch downstairs, if you’ve got nowhere to go. There’s a loaf of bread and half of an iced coffee in the fridge. Help yourself.“ She waves Xueqing out of her room and rolls over to go back to sleep.

A single eye stirred as the whirr of cogitators awakened the Lord General from an admittedly mild respite such that even in rest the Emperor's own did not release from their vigil. A sizeable bolt pistol was already directed towards what was presumably the cranium of they who stood before him.

" I shall forgive the transgression of my quarters this instance, in light of being impressed as to how you got past the defences.... and that I do that smell the taint of the ruinous powers nor xenos upon you. That technology mirrors our own, what does one of the Omnissiah's own demand of me ? "

Xueqing awakened to see... a pistol pointed at her head. More specifically, where her brain locates at. Right behind the gun, was the one she met days ago - and one she assumed hostility.

Immediately she jumped out of her bed, not tired, not remotely sleepy, but scared, angered, and full on alert. Awkwardly, she did forget her clothes - she was in her white underwears.

Not really the right time for her to mind it, though.

"Get out and get lost." The sharp tip of an umbrella was pointed at the figure. The girl was nervous, but still she mustered up a threat.

((For the next person, the girl is reading one specific book called Journey to the West.))

Lizbeth shivers heavily as she awakens with an unknown person on the edge of her bed, her hooves under the blanket slitter over the sheet until the doe sits up, looking with her eyes wide and full of panic at that girl.
A girl had found her way onto her bed without that her deer senses sounded any alarm.
But astonished she tilts her head, that girl was only reading a book. Lizbeth can’t decipher Chinese letters, Lizbeth can’t even read any letter. The cover image shows five personages and a horse. One has a pig’s head, and the other a monkey’s head.
Lizbeth gets curious, no intention to harm coming from that girl.
“Excuse me, why are you sitting on my bed reading a book?”, holding the blanket in front of her chest, she usually sleeps without any clothing.

Arising to the sound of the small fawn’s movements, Alodia blinked a few times before politely greeting the animal. “What are you doing here?” She wondered curiously. She then yawned before turning over and getting comfortable again, otherwise ignoring the doe. Alodia was undisturbed by her presence, as she was used to such woodland creatures invading her tree.

Angelique awakens to the scent of a nymph. Her eyes dilate, her nose lifts and sniffs, and she peeks past her warm blanket at the stranger. "What are you doing here, my friend?" Her emerald hues gaze at the bright moon, "Are you lost?" The taste of fae is exquisite, and nymphs are said to be just as sweet.

The Vampire-Were Hybrid is calm by the stranger's presence, the scent of its blood fills her nostrils, and she hopes she's able to control her shift tonight. Angel lays her head down, but her eyes stay fixed.

As John blinks the sleep from his eyes, he can’t help but laugh. “A vampire, breaking into a vampire hunter’s house? Some would call you very bold indeed. I would call you foolish, though I am impressed you made it past my wards. Tell me—how did you do it?”

The girl's sleep was interrupted by a sudden physical movement.

She opened her eyes, rubbed them with her hands, sat up, and yawned while stretching. It appeared she was in her white underwears. After she had done all these, she looked at the figure before her, and gave a smile. It seemed clear she was still a bit tired.

"Hiya, John. Well, I don't mind having a friend by my bed. heh..."

She then started putting on her clothes. Her iconic T-shirt with ">hello, world._" printed on it, a pair of short jeans, and a pink heart talisman. "While I get myself prepared for the day, umm... what do you need?"

He was laying with his belly up and he saw her. He started wagging his tail.

"Huh? Eh...? Am I hungover again?...Eh, well, come on, little guy, you don't gotta sit at the end of my bed."

"Hm? What's this? Don't you know it's rude to interrupt a man's sleep?"

"Urgh... go AWAY, Fajo, I had a bad night", a voice half-grumbled, half-snorted from under the bundled blankets. The next moment, a pillow flew acros the room and hit Hazama on the head, knocking off his hat.

Burt didn't even check if he had hit the target, which he expected to be his smuggler friend and not certainly a stranger. He pulled the blanket over his head and SNORED loud enough to rise the dead.

Xueqing woke up to see... What seemed like a werewolf before her.
Still a bit drowsy, she rubbed her eyes. "Umm... Hey. What...are you doing here?"

Kyria stirred, lashes fluttering in the dark. There had been no sound, at least none that mortal ears could catch. Still, something pulled her from sleep. When her eyes opened… she was no longer alone.

A girl stood at the end of the bed. Kyria didn’t feel threatened, but there was something off-kilter. Magic clung to her skin like dew. Wounds were tucked behind her eyes. It was a presence that didn’t quite belong to this hour or this plane.

“You’re not one of mine,” Kyria murmured, voice wrapped and edged with dream. “But you’ve walked through shadow.”

She didn’t rise. She only watched.

“If you’re here for peace, you can sit.” A pause. “If you’re here for something else, start talking. No promises, but perhaps I can give you some guidance.”

"Um... Can I help you? You're taking up my space..."