Since we haven't had one in a while ( Read more... )

There's a small little woman on the mansion grounds.  In complete silence, she performs the routine she's been practicing for years, now.  Her eyes are intent on the absent target, her mind is focused on what she is doing, but when she strikes, she cuts the quiet as violently as her hit, her jab or her kick would find its target.

The short cries ( Read more... )

He must have fallen asleep, somewhere along the travel back to Istanbul.  His hand was wrapped around his fiancée's, hidden under his jacket.  It wasn't much, but it was enough, and he was hoping soon, soon they would be able to go home, to Boston. Before that, they would see Turgut again, and that would be the end of their sinister adventures.  He ( Read more... )

     It was a walk, as usual, that brought Lestat to the mansion a bit earlier, a short conversation leaving him sitting in the main room pondering not really all that much at all. He smiles to himself as he plays absentmindedly with the ring on his right hand staring off out a window. A part of him knows he should seek out Louis once more as he ( Read more... )

     Pinned to the ever useful cork board of the mansion is a short note for a friend.

It would seem I owe you a wedding present, and while I've no idea where you might keep it you did seem enthused about the whole thing. And so chérie, from me to you, congratulations on your engagement. Should you need help in acquiring anything else for your ( Read more... )

*Mina hasn't been in the public rooms of the Mansion much lately - she's been barricading herself in her room studying about five different topics at once, and only emerging to go to the library - but the light is bad and she's been lonely, so here she is in the main room of the Mansion with ink stained fingers, sitting near a window and copying ( Read more... )

Overnight, with the holidays coming up quickly, the mansion's been transformed. Mistletoe hangs from doorways and by windows (and occasionally in odd spots in the middle of the room to make it easier to sneak up on people), fragarent pine garlands wrap the banisters, holly wreathes and candles adorn the windows, punch, eggnog and mulled wine in ( Read more... )

Karla has never been a firm believer in avoiding anything. As someone who tends to face problems head on, she thinks that people around here do altogether too much avoiding of them. In order to help with this, a room somewhere near the main one is surrounded with a Tangled Web, intricately and carefully woven and almost entirely invisible.

Anyone ( Read more... )

The newest arrival in the mansion is a tall, dark, mysterious man. Tall because he's a few inches shy of seven feet tall (about 6'8", if anyone's asking); dark because he's wearing a black leather duster, black fedora, and a black leather glove on his left hand (underneath the duster is a very ordinary t-shirt and pair of jeans, plus some dusty old ( Read more... )

It’s a mess of spaghetti feeling things, a blur of stink, and hands groping into him, membranous filigrane probing at his mouth, the very air he breathes filled with the stink of troll.

Only one thing to keep him from despair as the gash of acid burns his skin through the fabric - his brother is out there, and he will get him out. But nonetheless, ( Read more... )