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[thistledownking]

For immortals, diversions are seldom truly new--they merely enter a kind of renaissance. The gentleman with the thistle-down hair has lately rediscovered the joy of sense manipulation, and he is toying with the many forms that it can take

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[eyrienprince]

Lucivar comes inside from outside, still carrying one of those long, very dangerous looking Eyrien sticks. It takes him a moment to get through the grumbling and feel that prickling between his shoulder blades.

He wheels around, teeth bared, wings spreading out, already looking rather close to a very nasty place. He's in that kind of mood.

It doesn't make it any better that no one appears to be there, and he's fairly sure it's not Jaenelle.

[topofadmiration]

As on edge as he seems to be, hopefully he won't be too started when the doors at the end of the hall slam open and Miranda comes running from the kitchen, her face white and her hands clasped to her heart.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar jumps, turns around and snarls, then recognizes Miranda and shifts slightly, the snarl fading but still on edge. Perhaps more so; now he has someone to protect. "Miranda!"

[topofadmiration]

The snarl startles a scream out of her and she claps her hands to her mouth, her eyes filling. "--sir!" she gasps, muffled.

[emocaliban]

Oh, hell.

Caliban was just looking for something to eat. After all, it's been a while. He takes a step into the kitchen and freezes, staring at the monstrous, clawed, fanged and altogether familiar figure. Hey, dad.

Caliban proceeds to spasm madly and run. "FUCK FUCK FUCK NIKO!" He yells at the top of his lungs, forgetting that older brother is not there. This is Not Good.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke was filching some food again when a small sounds stirs him and he turns around quickly, wincing at the pain in his arm. A smile blooms, wide and joyful. "Jean! You're -"

He hits the floor in a heap, his knees giving way as Jean vanishes. He stares at the empty kitchen, gaping, clenching his teeth and holding his wrenched wounded arm. "Not - funny -" He says, between gritted teeth. "Really - not - funny."

[glacianbitch]

Karla is humming to herself, walking down the hall, thinking about the house, almost done and then she's actually moving in. With Chris. And Armand. It's - just -

She takes a detour into the kitchen to look for strawberries, still preoccupied, and the she looks up, holding the plastic box she found. A moment later, it drops to the floor as Karla's hands move to her stomach and she stares, snapping up a shield automatically, rage and fear warring viciously. She begins to shake, staring at the illusion of her uncle with mingled hatred and horror, hardly able to move, and unable to even judge that he isn't there, that he couldn't be here, that Jaenelle would kill him if he were.

She is eight again, under his control and his eyes, and Morton isn't here, her voice frozen in her throat so she can't call for him.

[opal_escort]

But it's only a few moments before Morton is there, entering the room at a run as he picks up on her fear and distress, and Morton sees him too. He also snarls and throws up his own sheild around hers, but by the time it really conciously registers that it is their uncle standing before them, the illusion has already begun to fade in his eyes. "Karla," he says once so that she can recognize his voice before he throws his arms around her and holds her tightly and protectively.

[glacianbitch]

She flinches for a moment at the contact, but just as quickly she is clinging to him desperately, shaking hard and very nearly crying, but fighting back the tears she can, furious that someone would do this, because it begins to fade for her as well, strangely translucent. She doesn't say anything for the moment, unsure how well she could control her voice.

[opal_escort]

He doesn't say anything either, just holds her more tightly, nearly shaking himself but with rage. For now his primary and only concern is Karla, but once she has recovered, whomever has frightened his cousin this badly is going to die.

[cockinessitself]

The kitchen must be one of the most-used rooms in the mansion and using it today is a girl who can be recognized even from behind by her long tangled dark hair, her red shawl, the way she holds her back straight.

"Miss?" Toggs calls, trying to be careful. It's his second chance and it can't be wasted.