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((I know what I'm talking about, Solar dear. I'm not quite as stupid as I look. blaugh Then again, you don't know what I look like, so I suppose that comment means exactly nothing.

Just wondering, do you guys think I should add NPC characters in the Character section? And with NPCs, I'm mostly thinking about the King and Queen.))

((But Solar, sweetheart, I grew up with parents that only communicated in french with each other. If anyone here has the the right to correct you, I think it's me. C'est la vie, ma cherie. *cough* Bad rhyme, I know. sweatdrop ))

((No problem Rhina. All of us are busy at one time or another ^w^))

((But if you do, I swear I'll stalk you until you come back like I did Duncan!))

((Good, becaus Solars stalking can be very creepy. I sure hope you won't have to get targeted by that. Beeing brought back from the dead is a lot more complicated than you think.

On a random note, I love canadian maple syrup.

And since this page has no roleplaying... I'd better do something about it.))

"What did you just say?" the woman in a dress and a half mask asked with a threathening voice. "What, I just gave you a compliment" the man answered. "I'm going to give you to the count of three to get the hell out of here before I start pummeling you" she warned him. "Anger, stop it." another voice interrupted. "The furniture you're smashing up costs us more and more every month, and you're scaring away the customers." "But.." "I said NO" After they had locked their eyes in a staring contest for a while, Anger looked down. "Good. I don't want unnecesary trouble." Anger glanced sideways towards others that were there, noticing something. She gave her sire a look that asked "Isn't that one a rebel?" "If you're gonna deal with the rebels, you're on your own" her sires gaze answered. Neither of them had really cared about the uneasiness between the Loyalists and the Rebels, but if the Rebels could help her kill Georg, she could possibly agree to accept help from them to do so. What her sire was trying to warn her for wasn't for the Rebels, it was for getting involved. The two of them had remained independant from the King and Queen for six hundred years, and it was not about to change.



Georg walked around in the mansion for a while, trying to remember where he was. He had occasional memory gaps due to the hbernation sickness, but they occurred so rare nowdays that they mostly didn't affect him. This time he had blacked out completley and for a long period of time, however, so he had expected the consequences. An unfamiliar smell lingered in the hallway. "How peculiar. A human" he said to himself before shrugging and trying to remember where his queen was.

((I promised myself I wouldn't do like the rest of you. I promised myself he'd get a decent post. I broke my promise to myself. gonk ))

((Must resist... urge to swim... all the way to Canada... or cross... the North Pole... gonk

But seriously though, I'll make sure to remember that in 2-4 years when I've either finished my studies or found an excange program that suits me. You're stuck now. Mwhehe blaugh ))

"No, that one would eventually return me to the exit if my memory serves me correct." Georg mumbled to himself as he walked trough the corridors. "One would think there would be people with knowledge of this mansions many hallways walking trough the corridors at all time." After turning a corner, he found the kitchen. Another key point to add to his memory, but nothing that would help him find his Queen. He did find another person however.

He didn't recognize her, but it was still possible that she could help. "Good evening, Freulein" he greeted her with a bow. "I seem to have lost my way, could you please tell me where I can find my Queen?" It wasn't until after he had asked that he realized she was the human he had been smelling before. It was highly unlikely that she could help him, but he managed not to show his dissappointment.

Ariai was sifting through the vast volumes of books kept in the library when her nose told her that tea had been made. Her senses also told her that another guest was in the house. She set down her book on the tall podium she was using and headed back towards the kitchen, Scorn trotting alongside her.

"Georg...so good to see you again after such a long absense." Out of polite habit Ariai curtsied to the male. "I see you've discovered one of our guests. This is Ms. Faith Anderson. She's a paranormal investigator, and we've employed her to help us with our problem. Faith, this is Georg von Ostwaldt, a knight of the Queen's, and a dear friend of mine and Clifford."

Ariai shook her head. "Georg, you have nothing to fear. Your absence has not inconvienced us, although you were missed. Some things have changed in the time you have been gone." Her mind wandered to the primary thing, she and Clifford gaining a more intimate relationship. She smiled a little tiredly. "Although it would be to your benefit to listen to what has happened to us in the recent days."

She paused and lifted her head when he commented on a familiar scent. Inhaling deeply, she could smell Georg's distinct scent, and someone else's mingled in with it. "I am afraid that I don't know this scent, even if it does seem familiar, like you said." She sat down and cradled her cup of tea close. "There are a lot of things you have missed." She started explaining to Georg about their new guests, their going to the castle, and meeting Yuna. She told him about the zombies, and how she had gotten temporarily infected. She also told him without a blush about her current relationship with Clifford.

"So you see," she said with a sigh, "I'm in somewhat of a predicament. I have to be leaving for the country in a week's time, and I still haven't told Clifford yet. I just don't know how to break it to him. But enough about that. What has happened with you in your abscence of the castle?"