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The tentative call that echoes through the foyer crushes D’Ablo’s unrealistic hope that the mansion is empty and he’ll be able to wait out the rain in peace. Even if that means dripping on the polished floor for a few hours or so.

Thankfully the woman approaching him doesn’t seem like much of a threat because it would have been just his luck to walk into an unknown Slayer Society headquarters without having actually planned to do so.

I … not lost. Car broke down. I’ll take a wrench to it when the rain lets up. Whether that means he’ll hit the car with a wrench or he’ll actually fix the problem is up for debate. Right now he’s leaning towards hitting it.

“The groundskeeper knows a few things about cars, he even has a generator in his cabin.” Her voices picks up a bit at the word generator. It took her quite some time to learn what exactly a generator was. 

She glances to the lit flames flickering around them.  “It’s the only place on the grounds that has any proper electricity. If you need to make contacts. Though with this storm I’m sure the cemetery is flooded. If you need it, waiting it out here must be more palatable. The fire in the music room is lit. Let me get you some towels and let The Master know.” She smiles and turns before he can either agree or disagree.

Morals sound like Cliches

#cupidopericulosa #Thread #((hope youre having fun putting D'Ablo into a massive cliche lol #((Also I'm dumb and he name is alice and not april so yeah my bad #Alice

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Well. To say today had not gone as anticipated would be the understatement of the decade. Maybe. If she were being dramatic. Truthfully, it wasn’t so bad. Nothing she couldn’t fix. If she had her toolkit with her. And she did! But the trunk was jammed and- with a deafening crash of thunder- now it was pouring. The already sodden ground was quickly turning into a death trap for someone with only one proper leg. It was these reasons that saw her inside the unusual house in the middle of reclaimed Louisiana swamp. Trying to be polite, she had left her rain boots and jacket in the front mud room, then dried off her massive hell beast as best as possible before traipsing into the unknown. Honey, shaggy and all black but for her glowing blue eyes, lead the way for Zaafira inside where the unknown frankly did not become any more known. What was this cryptic place full of judgmental eyes? A sudden voice caused Honey to release one earth shuddering, bone rattling bark in warning before Zaafira reigned her in. “I’m sorry ‘bout that, Sir, for the intrusion as well.” Her accent was local, somewhat. Creole in influence but removed. “We’re not so much lost, but my car’s bein’ fickle and it’s pourin’ too hard to safely work on it. Would it be a terrible inconvenience to you if we waited out the storm here? I could pay. Do any chores that need doin’ in the meantime..”

Gracey tenses when the beast barks and does his best to keep his composure. Living they never bothered him. Now he shudders the thought, vivid visions of nasty foul smelling hell hounds frothing just to snag a bite. They still creep in the corners of his vision, kept at bay by the curse. 

He blinks away his worries offering her a small smile. “Where would my Southern hospitality be to turn away a woman into the night? I couldn’t, wouldn’t.” 

A few steps closer and he clasps both of his hands together in lieu of a handshake. Best way to keep his convictions about the animal to a minim. 

“Master Yale Gracey, welcome to Gracey manor. Please, night storms can leave one rather cold. Would you like to go the fireplace, Miss..?”

To see past the Veil one must simply look

#fangsandlace #Thread #Gracey

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xviperinae

The car breaking down was bad enough, not only rendering her helpless as of that moment but also sending her into a slightly despaired state only because of the fact that she loved her car. The car meant the world to her and to have it break down on her in the middle of the road, and with her not knowing where she was really, though that was no surprise, left her in quite the sad state.

Of course what send the sad state to a panic state was the sound of thunder and the feeling over ever pressing heat in the air, like it was about to open up at any second, and really the panic she was feeling from the thunder being a bit away would only get worse once it got closer.

And it seemed that the last fight she had been in had taken what was left of her phone, since it almost refused to start again and it was refusing her any kind of things that could be of help in her situation.

So it was no wonder that Viper did not notice the person coming her way, jumping high when a voice cut through her thoughts, ironically making her drop her phone again, hearing rather then seeing that it gave out one last time now, Viper letting out a short sigh.

“Hello, and yes it did. Poor baby has seen some trouble lately and I have not been able to find the tools I need to repair her since I have been on the road the whole time..”

She spoke very fondly of the car, looking at it like so as well, before looking back over at the man, thinking for a second before giving a light smile.

“I’m…Not intruding horribly by having to have pulled over here right?”

She would have continued speaking if a clash of thunder had not been particularly loud and caused her to flinch and whimper, glancing up at the sky.

God she hated thunder.

“Just private property to a grumpy old man.” Colin laughs trying to make it obvious he’s joking. “I have a generator in my cabin if you’re okay with a hillbilly jump start. I mean if you willing to put her through it. Though I would have to drag it out here. There’s no way a car will fit past the cemetery.” 

Other than offering a halfassed jump start he isn’t sure what else he can do to help. Cell phones don’t  work this deep into the country and the only landline on the property is in his cabin. As useful as that seems it hardly gets a strong signal on a nice day, let alone a night like now. Telling her that might only raise more panic, she seems stressed enough as is. 

Whistle while you work it

#xviperinae #Thread #Colin #((same lol

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*slowly inches closer to your pet*

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Morals sound like Cliches

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Rain unleashes from the sky and there’s a shift in the walls. Alice glances up to the windows watching the wind whip around the against the glass. She sighs continuing her task at hand. Plating the diner table. 

Her hair is pulled back, tied up by a beige scarf to keep her unruly red curls out of her face. With the last plate down she smooths out her dress. The wind continues howling outside and for second Alice swears she hears the front doors slam shut. It’s not like she’s alone here but the sound still causes her to jump. 

Her voice calls out meekly, “Madame Leota?” Nothing. 

She sighs trying to shake the feeling but it only fails to leave her. Her footsteps echo as she quickly makes her way down the hall to the portrait chamber. She shrinks finding someone standing in the center of the foyer. Alice draws in a deep breath and walks to other side of the room. “Bonjour monsieur, may I assist you with something for the evening? Perhaps you’re here for the Master of the house? Or did you loose your way down the country roads?”

#cupidopericulosa #Thread #Alice

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Whistle while you work it

@xviperinae

Thunder can be heard rolling over the sky, deep loud sounds pounding high above. There’s still no rain though but Colin looks up realizing he’s going to have to stop tending to landscape surrounding the mansion. He tosses the hedge shears in the rusted wheel barrel before pulling his hair into a loose bun. 

There’s more things out front he needs to gather up if the sky is about to come crashing down. Whistling to himself Colin strolls through the family plots, the raised mausoleums no longer bothering him like they used to. Death, the idea or even the presence of it, has become a comfort. It’s predictable. 

The cheerful tune suddenly falls short at the sight of a  car in the paved entrance of the mansion. Colin glances to the dark windows towering over him then back to the car. There seems to be a woman leaning on the side of it either checking her phone for directions or service. Clearly she needs help.  “Hey!” Colin jogs up to the stranger trying to force a smile. It’s hot out, maybe worse than usual due to the threatening storm. A full day of yard work have left him looking frazzled and beat. His white shirt is covered in dirt and loosely hanging off his thin frame. 

“Do you, did your car break down?” He shoves his hands into the back pockets of his jeans keeping a healthy distance between him and woman. 

#xviperinae #Thread #Colin #((bad title is bad

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@fangs-and-lace

For how secluded the mansion is people always seem find their way inside. Gracey ponders for a moment wondering if the mansion wants people to find it. As if his home has its own desires. He closes the open book in his hands, slipping out of the Library into the portrait chamber. 

Paintings of not only his mother and father hang on these walls but of their parents as well. Gracey posture is near perfect as he steps into view. He’s wearing a white tunic with a layering dark green vest and black pants. The high collar to the vest covers the permanent mark around his neck. 

His eyes narrow on the woman in the center of the chamber but he wears a warm smile. 

“I should take to locking my doors... it’s just most people don’t find themselves in the swamps of southern Louisiana. Are you lost?” Gracey didn’t bother himself with the proper introductions quite yet nor does he care if he startled the stranger.   

#fangsandlace #Thread #Gracey

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just a heads up, if i ever weird you out on any level, too friendly, too flirty, anything at all, i encourage you to be very vocal towards me about it to make sure i dont continue to make you uncomfortable. i dont want anyone feeling like im not someone they can trust and be comfortable around.

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So my IM system is being weird for new followers? ((maybe try messaging me  first idk))

Like this if you would like a starter!

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i hide my heart because it was destroyed once.

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cecilia and the satellite // andrew mcmahon in the wilderness

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Headcanon - The Mansion

The Mansion is linked to Gracey he can, and does, change the layout frequently. There is still a standard layout one would find if they searched the place without Gracey by their side.   Layout according to DA user, First Floor ( here ), Second floor ( here ), Attic ( here ), Grounds floor plan, ( here ).  Important things to note with these, (my) Gracey Manor is in Louisiana just outside of New Orleans, hidden somewhere in the swampy country. All the bedrooms, other than Master Gracey’s and Lady Constance’s are now just guests bedrooms. This images are not mine, hence why I linked to the artists page and just didn’t copy and paste. Besides the New York Province location these images are the cannon for Gracey Manor.  

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The study set from The Haunted Mansion.  One of my favorite inspirations for Tremere Chantries. 

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Master Gracey Aesthetic

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