Celticmystress: Taking the offered book with both hands, he smiles and slips it onto the table beside his tea. "Honesty is my best quality, after my stunning good looks of course." Fishing a cigarette out of his breast pocket and placing it at the corner of his lips he continues; "I would prefer you didn't called me 'C' either, I have plenty of other names you can use but in my experience anyone who goes by a single letter tends to end up being a villain." Leaning over to the fireplace, he lights his smoke on an ember then settles back into the chair. "And we wouldn't want that."

Celticmystress: Ah, straight to the point then. "Ahyes, your watch. I don't have it on me, at the moment. Old habit. He smiles and carefully taking his teacup in both sets of fingers, takes a sip. You can watch the fluid trickle down his throat before disappearing below the neck of his jacket. "I know it isn't good manners to ask about a woman's age, but I am curious. When I left you that book..." The sleeve illustrates his gesture. "...well you haven't aged a day." That uncomfortable familiarity was back, just enough to set him on edge. He had to be sure.

Celticmystress: He pauses...damnit. He wracks his brain. How old had she been, can't have been thirty six...sixteen-forty-seven...ah ----it. His math was useless, so he settled on a more forward approach. "You can call me Griffin." The playful tone in his voice is flat, he's nervous but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong, at least nothing you've done. It is as though he is trying to pin down something about you. "That name mean anything to you?"

MickKreiger: He watched the deer stand, saw the anxiety in the discovery of the missing necklace. He smiles and rolls the trinket over the backs of his knuckles, then stashes it in the pocket of his jacket. Making no attempt to hide the crushing of leaves under his feet, he sets to strolling nonchalantly just behind Nathaniel. An odd sight to be sure, a seemingly empty jacket floating along through the morning sunlight.

Celticmystress: He waves at the tea dismissively, taking another drag from his own dwindling cigarette instead. "Before I explain, I need a favor. Show me your neck, the right side. Your right side. Then I'll tell you." He's running through the list in his mind, the very long list, of all the things wrong about this. The second story, the too small window, the fact that she knows where he his and the blasted infernal squeaking floorboards. She'd said she had scars, but there were two small ones in particular that he had in mind and hoped very very much not to see.

Her right side...? There was a scar there, and she wondered what significance it would have to him. Hesitating for a moment, the woman reached for her collar which covered her neck entirely and unfastened the top two buttons. Peeling the black collar away with her red nails, a long jagged scar wound its way down from her right earlobe down to her shoulder, a contrast from her exposed flawless pale skin.

She smiles and hastily buttons up the rest of her collar, lighting up another cigarette."Mina..." she smiles. "Beautiful name... was she a problem?" Bones takes her seat and crosses her legs again. "I was afraid I was going to scare you away Griffin, but no, I am not a vampire. I can promise you that." She smiles, taking another sip of tea. "I'm worse." She laughs again and then holds up the tea pot again. "Now that you're not ready to jump out the window, would you like more tea? I do enjoy your company, and hope you'll stay to tell me more about this Mina character... and yourself." Her wolfish smile returned, but the sparkle in her eye was welcoming and genuine.

For a fraction of a second, and only a fraction, Bones is transformed into a little girl as she smiles brightly watching as he scoots his cup closer. She pours the tea and then sits back with a satisfied smile, melting back into her old self. "Mmm. I know what you mean. I've taken a few windows myself. No, I do hope you'll use the door; Griffin. I'm not that bad." With a quick wink she takes another sip of her tea. "You have a lot hidden behind your voice. Was this--" she makes a general motion to him. "An accident?" She clears her throat. "I can read all I want, but it doesn't mean anything until I hear it from you."

She watched the coat's movement closely and raised an eyebrow in approval, nodding slightly."It cannot be reversed then?" She pauses and then brings her attention back to the reason this mysterious man was in her home. "Sir, you are quite the thief..." she examined her nails as she took another breath off her cigarette. "It is something to steal something from under the nose of another thief. I applaud you." her voice seemed a bit flat, though it was clear in her eyes she gave him all the praise she could muster. Smiling, she hisses the smooth smoke through her teeth. "And, You have managed to avoid my usual tactics of obtaining stolen items, and that alone is worthy of praise."

_{"I've never been to those places."}

he had been to many, but not those.
This man was interesting...

_{"Friend? His name is Ivan...Though most people call him Russia..."}

he looked down for a moment, smiling, very lightly. A small half laugh escaping him.

_{"Aw Ivan...he's, very unique...He didn't have a very good childhood, so, he's a bit...different...Some people are scared of him, because he can get a bit rough with the people he loves, but, I know he doesn't mean it, he just wants what's best for them, he doesn't want to lose them, he's very childish sometimes, he always reminds me of melancholy though...and, he can be very mature, very...I don't know how to explain it...there aren't words created."}



He paused for a moment before going on.


_{"He's large, with long fur that reminds me of coffee with too much cream in it, and eyes, such a bright purple that the evening sky would turn green in envy if it saw"}

he mused, tail flicking in an idle way.


_{"He's like a guardian and a son and a friend to me"}

he said simply, looking up again.

(Hey Tera, this roleplay is amazing I look forward to every reply like a little kid, lmao. Just wanted to drop a note here to let you know I wont be around for the next couple of days to reply is all. Thank youu! 8D)

Celticmystress: (No worries! I'm loving this RP too, Bones is so fun.)

MickKreiger: He scoffs; "Heh, I wasn't the one just on all fours." He rolls the pendant over in his pocket then heaves a dramatic sigh. "Only because it's your dead kid." He gently tosses the pendant towards you. "Can't have you getting the wrong idea bout me being a good guy or something."

(fffMick you made me laugh so hard, I didn't realize the entendre til you pointed it out. xD)

_{"it's a long story"}

he said simply, watching the dust motes dance around in the streams of light which broke through the walls of pillar and crumbled down stones.


_{"And what of you, have you any friends?"}

( Eeee, got ahold of a computer. (: )
A laugh hummed in her throat. "My tactics differ between decades." she said simply, after letting the laugh fade between them in an uncomfortable shift of seconds. "Clever boy..." She took a sip of tea. "My thirst for blood has more or less been sedated. Figuratively speaking." Her foot began to bounce with a rhythm of its own. "Though, you should never trust appearances, if I were to kill you I'd have done it by now; or attempted-- if you're partial to breaking glass." She winked and then took in a weary sigh.

"No my dear Griffin, I do believe you've managed to avoid my seduction thus far, seeing as I am not quite practiced in ensnaring a black jacket and glasses in a game of romance..." The woman tapped her long nails on the wooden table beside her and then raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "I wonder..." her long branchlike claw-capped fingers delicately reached out to him. Facinated with the question of if she could feel his hand in hers if he accepted her approach. Would he trust her?

"Because I don't mind a good woman now and again to," He answered with a smirk. "Does one have to merely appreciate one thing in anything else? No one would think of saying they liked red, white, or pink wine now would they?" He added in a questioning tone. It amused him that people assumed weird things about someone who would sleep with either a man or a woman, like it was such an evil thing.

Some simply said he was greedy, how was this? Were you greedy if you liked dark and milk chocolate? Was a similar thing, in his mind.

"So I would feel them then, interesting." the woman shrugs slightly and takes her hand away. "So what is it I have to do for you to get ahold of my pocketwatch again?" the woman smiles, taking another sip of her sweet black tea. "You like to play games, and I'm in the mood." She tilts her head to see out the window, "The night is still young."

"That is a little more than a trick," Nathaniel answered, "I am a person. Though one can be a deer and a person." He chuckled. Was he any less of a person when a deer? He was never fully human, those of chaos were partly their own element. For Nathaniel the chaos was his powers, allowing ever changing state of being, or influence on the things around him. T'was a complex system, but one that he knew well. Though it did cause him to have views that most considered bizzare in the extreme. "What exactly are you?...or rather, why are you invisible?"

_{"Have you never had a friend? Never a love?"}

he will not be so easily put off. He does stand though.

_{"That would be very kind, thank you"}

he gives a bow of the head in thanks, waiting for the other to speak, or lead.

"What, no hiring yourself out to top government agencies or the like?" Nathaniel asked with amusement, the story reminding him of hollywood films, whereby without fail that was exactly what the newly invisble man would do, because he would be the hero. Oh well, life was never like a hollywood movie, now was it? "Just petty theft? Or did we rob bank vaults as well?" He asked, curiously.

"I can imagine," Nathaniel sympathised. "Shapeshifting isn't all it's cracked up to be. Might not look it, but it hurts like a bitch. Mind you that's logic I suppose, reforming skeletal structure and all."

"I retain all of my consciousness and such between forms. Only different in appearance, not in anything else," He answered. "So no, there is only me within my body."

MickKreiger: "How d' you know that, I mean, figuratively speaking maybe when you go to sleep somebody else takes over. What proof do you have that says you're alone in there, hm?"

GingerNut: (No worries Gingernut! I'm actually thankful you did such an in-depth intro, it gives me more to work from, especially when there are technically two characters to interact with.)

The thing gave him the creeps! "Ugh, that's just..." He hesitantly turned the mask over, danging as it was from between his fingers it reminded Caravaggio of a well-chewed piece of meat. The chance to steal a mask right off someone's face, well that had been too glorious to pass up but that sounnnd. "Guh. He'd though maybe it wasn't a mask at all but the thing's face! Would it be able to find it...would the face suddenly wriggle in his hands and scream to be returned. Shivering he dropped the mask into a hiding place, covering it with ferns until it too was invisible.

Giving his palms a confident dusting he fished a smoke from his pocket and set off to see how is victim was doing. As an afterthought he stashed his jacket away as well, heck, it was warm enough today and the extra stealth might be useful. "Must be awake by now...hehe, wonder what his face looks like."

((Huuu<3 ;; ))

Something was wrong, and in Friend's increasing uneasiness, he pushed aside his feeling of primal dominance and replaced it with a gathering feeling of uneasiness.

He walked freely, having complete control over Jergens' body as Jergens himself offered full submission, simply letting Friend take over for him. He wasn't stupid. If their personalities mingled from the mask's absence, then there would hardly be any control at all from either party.

(nonooneshere)

Friend nodded in agreement at his host's stringed together thoughts, constantly flicking his ears for a single trace of life. He lifted his nose to the air, taking in deep whiffs.

...Smoke!

Head held high, Friend trotted off at a quick pace, veering sharply to the left as he sensed eyes upon his back.

"Hello?" he called flatly, keeping his voice as dull and monotone as it usually was, protraying no emotion. Though the thought that he had an invisable stalker made 'his' skin crawl.

"You're out there, aren't you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Perhaps if you stop hiding behind the bushes I can explain why the mask you stole from us is so important... and where is everyone?"

He didn't seem concerned in the slightest, if anything, he sounded genuinely curious.

(So sorry everybody, I replied to this yesterday...but the site seems to have eaten my post! :\)

MickKreiger: Caravaggio chuckled; "Well I can relate, we all have our little secrets."

GingerNut: Mmm, so the mask was important. He mused, watching the creature out of the corner of his eye as he blew smoke thickly from his nose. "We've only just met and you're calling me a thief?! How inconsiderate." On a whim, he shifted a nearby bush with his foot. Throw a little curveball, as it were. "What do you mean by everyone? You mean the other deer...they're around, somewhere."

Mattieu: Pausing, slowly pivoting on the ball of one foot he turns to the creature. "An illusion? You mean...like you're not really 'ere?" Now there's a thought. He was about as immaterial as it got, at least, that's what he'd always thought. Could someone be somewhere and not there? Deeper pontification is sideswiped and his voice noticeably mellows, almost sad. "Yeah, sometimes sex gets complicated."

He was tempted to say 'is anyone really here?'
but he didn't, instead he simply dipped his head.

<sub>"I'm nothing more than a temporary observer. I cannot kill. I cannot die."




"we could be friends, you and I"</sub>

he said then, letting an ear flick.
He smiled.


_{"I tend to like things to be as uncomplicated as possible. it seems you do to"}

he held back a laugh, small as it would have been.


_{"you're very interesting, you know"}