Application: Ivy Tamwood (Kim Harrisons 'Rachel Morgan' series)

[tamwood]

((OOC Note: Ivy is a living vampire, which means that she was born with the vampire virus, but she is not truly undead. Nonetheless, other vampires would be able to sense it - and other magically inclined people, too. So feel free to notice away :P))There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered

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[earthto_mars]

Why, hello, strange newcomer. This chick looked as confused as I was. Unbrushed hair, bathrobe. I had a strange urge to lend the poor girl a pair of jeans and a comb. She looked like she'd gotten kidnapped from her breakfast table or something. ...And yet still managed to look like a babe! Okay, spark of jealousy. Maybe I wasn't so sympathetic. After all, I had just been dripping with butter not long ago, and had not been offered a single t-shirt.

Three lefts do, in fact, make a right.

"A vampire?" That claim was what bothered me the most. I was letting the rumpled appearance pass for now, if not just for the sake of discovering if this girl was some kind of weirdo cultist. And no, not of the Mooncalf variety. Something weirder. Involving animal sacrifices, maybe.

[tamwood]

Someone who didn't know what a vampire was? Ivy blinked, raising an eyebrow. This definitely couldn't be her world, which was an interesting thought. Either that, or there were actually still some humans unaware.

"Yeah," she answered slowly, as if she weren't quite sure what to make of the question. "Not the undead kind, though. I can still walk in the daylight and I still have a soul."

[earthto_mars]

...Okay, so question not entirely answered. What had I been hoping for anyway? That she was going to blurt millions of cult-like secrets all because of a two-word question? I guess being a piece of popcorn mere hours before does that to someone. Turns them silly stupid.

What am I even talking about? I do believe I'm going insane. Best get that checked up on.

So this girl really thought she was a vampire, though. Interesting. "You're a... living vampire, then?" I said aloud, more as confirmation for myself than anything. I suppose I couldn't expect this to be too out of the ordinary. I mean, the last thing I remembered was conking out on my bed after, you know, almost being burned to death, before I was teleported to some castle in the middle of Scotland. Yes, I'd gotten that much since I'd showed up here. "Undead vampires don't have souls?" Maybe I was being a little patronizing, but vampires? Come on, people. Couldn't we have at least shot for werewolves? Or even ghosts. Hell, either way, we'd get Christina Ricci.

[tamwood]

Ivy literally had to restrain herself from slapping a palm to her face. It was typically not a gesture she usually used, but right now seemed like a good time. Only, she didn't. Her surprise came out more in her words than in her non-existent gestures.

"What, never heard of us?" Ivy asked. "Surprising. Where I come from there are no humans that don't know about vampires, so you're an oddity to me, too," she smiled silkily.

It wasn't really in her nature to show off her pointy teeth or her quick movements, so Ivy just remained sitting. It would be more interesting if she could convince this woman just by the power of words.

[wayward_son124]

Dean was not admiring this chick's excess of legs under the hem of that bathrobe. Nope, he was definitely not.

Okay, so he was. But he was allowed, man. A demon that killed both your parents and was trying to do the same with your brother suddenly shows up at your school? You're allowed to check out every female in the vicinity and try to get into their pants. ...Yes, that was an official rule. That he'd... just... made up. Just now.

"Jeez, guess you weren't exactly expectin' to show up here, huh?" he offered in a halfway-sympathetic voice. At least he'd shown up here on purpose, when he had.

[tamwood]

((Violence okay'd by Dean-mun, because she is a h0! Hooray! ...And reposted for a typo that I caught hours later upon re-read >>;))

Even though Dean sounded like a decent sort of person (though his admiration wasn't subtle, at all, he should probably work on that), Ivy didn't give a passing thought to the ins and outs of his personality. There was something much more interesting about him - namely, exactly who he smelled of.

This was the same human that Rachel had been fooling around with. Ivy could smell Rachel on him, too, and she could recognize this man by scent alone.

Eyes flaring black, Ivy stalked swiftly over to him, her eyebrows knitted in a furious expression. Before Dean could react - vampire quickness was a useful thing - Ivy had wrapped her hand around his throat and slammed him up against the wall. She leaned in closer, lifting her upper lip to bare a sharp canine. "What have you and Rachel being doing together?" She hissed dangerously, tightening her grip.

[wayward_son124]

((Yayy! I is a h0! And, LOL, if you made a typo, I didn't even notice :P))

Jesus fucking Christ!

It wasn't often that somebody got the one-up on Dean. It wasn't easy to catch him off-guard anymore, not with how on-edge he'd taught himself to be. Granted, he'd been a little out of practice since he'd come to Hogwarts - lack of anything to fight? HAH. And he'd been been talking about wanting a bit of confrontation now and again. Looks like he got it, now. In fucking excess.

"Fucking hell, what the Christ are you doing?" Dean automatically barked, eyes widening a bit as her lip curved up in the slightest. Jesus, she was a vampire. For things that were claimed to be extinct, they sure showed up way fucking more than he could deal with, yes, thank you. Those weren't descending teeth, though, those were freaking... fangs. The hell?

She said Rachel's name, though, and he froze, automatically, eyes trained onto Ivy. ...A vampire? ...Rachel's vampire? Oh, shit. "The hell is that to you?" he automatically replied in turn, stubbornly, and he

[tamwood]

((Of course you are, love :P))

At the complete lack of a worthwhile and useful answer, Ivy snarled, the sound low and dangerous, rumbling from the back of her throat. This human dared to be a smart-ass? He wasn't getting any mercy from her.

"It's everything to me," she hissed, meeting his stare with a black one of her own. Tightening her grip slightly, Ivy leaned closer into his personal space and took a deep breath. Yes, underneath his scent there was definitely Rachel - that redwood was unmistakable. Unfortunately, it made her vampire instincts clamor in rage. Not that she was thinking that it was unfortunate right now.

Making no move to back off, Ivy narrowed her eyes, sharpening her glare. "I should be asking, what is it to you, bloodsack?"

[ka_click]

"Heya toots. Nice outfit." Is a bunyn actually leering at her? It sure looks like it.

[tamwood]

"Shouldn't you be hitting on someone your own size?" Ivy asked casually, one eyebrow raised in inquiry. A talking animal - interesting. "Not to mention species?"

[ka_click]

"Nah, I like them large baby." He actually waggles his eyebrows at her. "What can I say? Fur just gets in the way of big mamaries."

[tamwood]

"I'm sure they do." Ivy's tone is nothing less than dry. "I have to admit, the anatomical differences are... disturbing, to say the least."

[c_macaulay]

Camilla wandered into the Sorting Room, bright and a bit pink from a long sunlit walk out of doors. She'd been trying to spend as little time close to home as possible, lately. Henry was Not In A Good Mood, and Camilla didn't care to be around him until he cooled off.

Today's special guest seemed to be a fairly nice-looking young woman who'd mistaken the sorting room for a boudoir.

"We haven't got a dress code around here," she said, mildly, "but if you'd like to borrow something, you're more than welcome."

[tamwood]

"Yeah, didn't exactly expect to be suddenly transported into a magic castle halfway around the world, sorry," Ivy grumped, sipping at her tea. It was nice to hear that there was no dress code, though, even if Ivy didn't typically have the habit of dressing in anything less than a lot of clothing.

Still, the offer of borrowing clothes was a nice gesture. And the body heat coming off this woman was even nicer. It was unwittingly quite appealing to the vampire senses. Letting her instincts get the better of her, Ivy smiled demurely, tilting her head slightly. She was quite clearly sizing Camilla up. The fact that she was willing to let Ivy borrow her clothes was nothing short of an invitation to vampires.

"I think I might take you up on that," she replied slowly, absently giving Camilla a once-over. Not bad at all.

[c_macaulay]

"Oh, so you're one of the ones who didn't intend to be here?" It made more sense, certainly, but there were people bound and determined to make unfortunate fashion statements. Camilla's offer had been two-pronged: if the woman truly needed something to wear, Camilla was more than happy to provide it, being nothing if not hospitable; and if the woman were dressed that way by choice, then Camilla's remark would have served as a gentle suggestion that she might want to reconsider. "I'm terribly sorry. It must have come as a shock." Her sympathy was genuine. Camilla was the only one of her little group who'd come to Hogwarts voluntarily. "The school uniform is a set of plain black robes. Not much to look at, I'm afraid, in terms of style. Mine are tailored a bit so as not to be so shapeless, but I think they'll still fit you, more or less." Spare, willowy, almost as tall as her brother, Camilla was not of a common body type, but Hogwarts robes were far from fitted. It was as close to one-size-fits-all as you could get and not

[tamwood]

"Not directly," Ivy replied. "I was looking for someone, and although I didn't plan to be here, she turned out to be here. Luck, I suppose."

The news of the school uniform was a bit distressing, as attached to silk and her own wardrobe as Ivy was. Hopefully she'd be able to get her own wardrobe sent here. Plus her motorbike, and her riding leathers. Damn, she missed her motorbike already, and she hadn't even been here for very long. Did she really have to wear the uniform? Ivy certainly hoped not.

All thoughts of school uniforms and trying to find people vanished completely, though, when Camilla held the robe up against her. The fact that she was offering her clothing was nothing short of intoxicating. Not to mention - hello, invitation. Breathing deeply, Ivy smiled slightly, baring the tip of a sharp canine as she leaned a little closer.

"It'll do just fine," she murmured, uncaring as her pupils dilated. "You're so thoughtful."

[dinosaurman]

"Somebody once told me that Fred was only a good name for a dog," Grant said, trying, and mostly succeeding to ignore what this woman was wearing. People had been known to show up in less. "Anyway, good answer to the Gryffindor question."

[tamwood]

Ivy had been about to say 'thanks', or something of the sort, but her nose kicked in too quickly for her to give an answer. Secure enough in the knowledge that not all weres were bad, she didn't outwardly react much, though the tension in her body language was probably quite clear.

Funny, he didn't look like a were. "Is your name Fred?" She asked pointedly. A little insulting, maybe, but sometimes directness worked best.

[dinosaurman]

Grant didn't think a conversation about dog names warranted a reaction like that. Maybe she had known someone named Fred, and the answer had been an inside joke? "No, it's not," he said. Any attempt at insult had gone right over his head.

[tamwood]

Well, he didn't seem harmless, so if he wanted to play the 'I don't know what you're talking about' game, then fine. It didn't really matter to Ivy.

"So, do a lot of people turn up here unexpectedly, or just me?" She asked conversationally, watching him over the rim of her mug.