Who: Arwen, open
What: Why is there a tree in the house?
When: April 16th; Morning
Where: Foyer
Rating: PG-13
Status: Ongoing

WHO: Hannibal and Yuna [OTA on the beach if you want to join, but please ask first].
WHAT: Continuing to get to know one another, showing off her Aeons.
WHEN: April 7th, afternoon.
WHERE: Outside as some Aeons are large.
RATING: R for Hannibal's language.
STATUS: In progress...


To say that Yuna had been enjoying herself since arriving would be putting it lightly. There was no doubt she missed Spira very much those she left behind, but Hannibal had become an anchor for her in the few days she had known him. Being neighbors had its advantages because they were hanging out a lot since meeting. She loved that he could make her laugh, she appreciated his past because it made him unique and gave him character, and she was grateful for all the help he'd given her.

Today, Yuna wanted to show Hannibal her Aeons. Without the Fayth, it wasn't as easy to summon them as it used to be, but she could still pull it off. She chose a pink layered dressed and shoes that would slip off with ease once they hit the beach. She told herself that she wanted to look nice not so much for Hannibal, but because she would summoning.

Yuna left her room and walked the short distance to Hannibal's, rapping her knuckles softly thrice.

Who?: Abigail Whistler and Hannibal King
What?: Abigail gracefully descending upon the mansion fountain.
When?: April 3rd, night.
Where?: The fountain.
Rating?: Probably gonna be R, cause of Hannibal
Status? In progress.

She was going out hunting. She didn't care if she had someone with her or not. Hannibal had been missing for a day, or two. It had been two. Right? Pausing as she dressed, her brows drew together. That wasn't like him. True he was his own man, but he made it a point to check in with her, or someone, or at least be heard by her. It wasn't that she worried much. It was just a family thing.

She finished getting dressed, and began slipping her weapons on. Her favorite projectile blade at her wrist, tested, secure. Her guns, tested, secure, safety locked for now. Her quiver of arrows, secure. Boots on and blade working well from it. Her bow, her UV bow, as much silver as she could carry and she was set for weapons. Her ipod was put in her sleeve, the buds tied around her neck until she would need them. Before her shower she had put in a new playlist.

Now. Where was King?

Stepping out of her room she glanced about, listening for a moment. Sighing she didn't hear a thing out of normal, except for no King. She headed to his room, knocked before walking on in. His bed was a mess, his bathroom light on and it was as if he hadn't left but he definitely wasn't there. Making quick work of his sheets and looking in his closet and every available space, she just wanted to make sure he wasn't hiding from her. Why he would do that, well it was Hannibal King. He could be on a sugar high and crawling on the ceiling for all she knew.

Abigail glanced at the ceiling before walking out, then rolled her eyes at herself. Closing his door behind her, she felt an odd tug. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and began crashing in a downward spiral. Her eyes slid open, she saw doors in front of her, kind of below her and before she knew it she was crouched in between them, water slapping at her legs and arm. Standing she stared.

What in the hell had just happened? Shaking the water from her arm she gingerly looked about, stepping away from the doors as they began closing. She watched them, grimacing at the image. She knew she had seen it before, but couldn't quite place it. It was rather grotesque, except for the angels oddly enough. Where was she? How was she here? And what was she supposed to do?

Who?: Erika, Hannibal King, and Hatake Kakashi
What?: Erika and Hannibal's arrival
When?: April 1, Year Unknown, evening
Where?: The Foyer
Rating?: R! For Hannibal's mouth!
Status? Complete

Having long drawn out discussions over things that shouldn't concern her wasn't Erika's cup of tea. Why should she care that Selene and her new pet were raging a new war against vampire kind? Selene liked her, she didn't have a thing to worry about. Besides, Selene wouldn't come back to the mansion, unless it was to kill Kraven.

Which Erika might have a problem with that. If Selene wanted Kraven, Erika would gladly trade. All the talk of Michael made her want him. He was powerful, having killed Viktor single handedly, well with the help of Selene. No that Erika had Kraven all to herself, and he actually looked at her for longer than thirty minutes, she could see his flaws. He had many of them.

Granted he had saved her life, granted he was gorgeous, but he was a bit of a coward. Erika couldn't stand cowards. She had spent her whole life bad mouthing cowards, putting them in their rightful places, now she was with one. A rather large coward if the new stories of the great war were true. Kraven had definitely lost his status, even in her eyes.

She sighed as she let her dress slip to the floor. She had teased the once great Kraven into taking her. The only time he didn't show his cowardice was in bed, that was for sure. She turned her shower on as hot as it would go. Looking to the small window she sighed as dusk was a few hours away. She wanted to go out and play tonight. Perhaps she would find a human pet like Selene had. Of course, she wouldn't have any luck of finding a blood that could handle being a hybrid, maybe. Erika was lucky. Perhaps she could find what she wanted tonight.

Stepping into the shower she let her thoughts go to what she would hunt tonight. Would she want a blonde like herself, red head -they were always fun, perhaps she'd go for another brunette. They always tried so hard in bed. A smile fluttered over her face. Kraven would be angry if she could find someone like him, but bigger, in every sense of the word. Surely that would be easy to find.

Washing off after taking the time to finalize her plans and relax, she made sure she used her scented shampoo. It was her scent, a mixture of jasmine and honeydew. Turning the water off she felt around for her towel just outside the door. Grabbing hold of her thick midnight blue towel she stepped out of the shower and into...a pool of water?

Her eyes flew open as she looked down into water resting over black marble. Her body reacted, wrapping the towel haphazardly around her. Had the remaining lycans found a way to toy with minds? Perhaps Kraven isn't as weak as he seems? "Kraven?" She murmured in a small voice, looking up and behind her at the great doors that were holding open.

Jumping back from them she landed on the foyer floor, her feet slapping wetly. Staring at the large doors she whimpered, moving back toward them. "Where am I?" She looked around, turning slowly in circles, her back toward the door.