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Sep. 11th, 2020


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HELLO DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND
FIVE VAMPIRES AND A DEMON
a communal "what is this fuckery" as they all wait it out
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CASTLE DE ISCARIOT

CZERNABOG PLOT — Sept. 10th to 14th
MARCUS ISCARIOT • ELLIOT WENTWORTH • SABINE SALVADOR • IZZY BLACKWOOD (npc) • SETH FRANKLIN • DESTINY FORTIER
Marcus and Sabine will be interrupted by the sudden influx of vampires pouring into the residence - during the daytime. Safe to say, they would both be unaware, at first, as to the prolonged darkness. Elliot and Seth will catch on rather quickly that Marcus and Sabine were participating in a little blood play - but Marcus will say nothing and instead zero in right away on Seth who is automatically guilty by association with Destiny in his eyes.

Sabine will 100% be soaking up all this drama and awkwardness, because #yolo. She’ll commiserate a bit with Seth but largely just be amused by Marcus -given the fact that he’s literally consuming demon blood. Elliot will want to bury himself again and might just try to destroy his own hearing while all this is going on.

Seth is gonna be so confused, but he will try to keep up as well as possible -even with the Marcus interrogation. Ignoring the demon in the room will likely be the best course of action too. Although a couple nights in to hunkering down, he’s probably gonna feel his sibling connection go haywire and have to slip off to make sure Juliana isn’t getting eaten because his Sire would literally kill him if his baby sister got killed while visiting him.

Destiny hates everything right now. She’s going to be internally panicking a bit (sorry for those feels Elliot), but the distraction provided by the demon and Marcus’ interrogation will be more than welcome. She will probably play up her entanglement with Seth just to make some eyes twitch. After all that much needed diversion, she’ll eventually calm the fuck down and resist the urge to just put herself in a nice ‘protective’ ring of fire.

Eyes will definitely twitch because of Destiny playing it up. Eventually Marcus’ll give up and pace around the place, checking entrances and whatnot, the paranoid preternatural he can be. He will take any and all questions about Sabine at a later date… © tessisamess

Jun. 18th, 2020


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MARCUS ISCARIOT + ELLIOT WENTWORTH
a fireside chat of Seven Devils and problematic women
JUNE 10th - 9pm | Marcus' home | PG-13
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He had complained for what seemed like the entire time — but Marcus had, indeed, enjoyed attending the Fete with Destiny. There were plenty of interesting people, human and non, and thankfully had only interacted with a handful. That and he did enjoy the time with his gran-progeny, even if she guilt tripped him into social situations he wasn’t entirely fond of. The old vampire was much more comfortable in the seclusion of his house, enjoying a glass of dry wine spiked with blood, and the crackle of the fire.

Despite it being the start of Summer, Marcus couldn’t resist getting a fire going, letting the flickering amber hues dance across the impressive stonework of the house. He loved the house he had chosen to overtake - so much that he would be saddened to part with it, actually. Which is why he was easily considering setting down roots in Seven Devils for the foreseeable future. The family wasn’t well-known, and seemed to only reside in the home for half the year. Luckily for him, the immediate family had been home the night he arrived - and had fed him for the first week.

Marcus smiled gently as he stood in silence, the familiar presence sent a twinge down his spine - though notably only one. He swirled the red liquid around his glass for a second before lifting it to his lips in order to drink. “Nice to see you accepted the invitation,” he spoke loudly, so Elliot could hear.




He might not be attached to his sire anymore, in the way that meant leaving for periods of time were difficult, nor was he so caught up in Izzy that he couldn’t be more than two miles from her at any given time, no. Destiny was still a work in progress, but he did feel better when he knew she was near him or Marcus or Izzy. Although the time she spent with Izzy could sometimes be worrying too.

“My hermit sire extends an invitation, I’d be a fool to turn it down. I may be waiting another century for the next one.” Poking fun at Marcus’ isolationist habits wasn’t difficult, he’d been doing it for the better part of a century, when he’d gotten comfortable poking fun at Marcus’ face rather than just muttering them to Izzy.

“I hear you’ve been having fun?” Which could be taken two ways, although Destiny kept him mostly apprised of her antics, it was usually just with cryptic messages anyway.




Hermit sire. Marcus mouthed the words as if trying on the title for himself before taking another drink. Too tongue-in-cheek for his liking and how he chose to live. The older vampire gave a small roll of his eyes at the comment. He was used to the joking, from both Elliot and Izzy, and he was very much becoming used to Destiny’s affectionately calling him ‘Grump-pa.’

“Help yourself, please,” he insisted, motioning to the expensive-looking decanter full of the deep red wine/blood mixture. He wasn’t the type to pour a glass for the other other vampire, even if he was his Childe — the days of Marcus pouring wine for others were long gone. But he still made it a point to offer. It was Marcus’ way of making sure Elliot was taken care of. It had taken some time, but he was at least that much.

It wasn’t straight blood, nor wine, but a pleasant ratio of the two.

Elliot’s mention of fun caused Marcus to shoot him a rather warning Look. “Whatever she’s told you is an exaggeration,” he all but snapped in defense. Heaven forbid anyone know he enjoyed himself in a social setting. “Besides, I couldn’t just let her wander around town by herself,” Marcus quickly added in reasoning.




The blood and wine mix wasn’t exactly Elliot’s favourite, but he opted to take Marcus up on the offer anyway, pouring a glass and taking a seat rather than looming, which he was told he did far too often.

“You realise she’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself, right?” Sure, there were protective urges all the time, Elliot rarely liked when Destiny went off on a harebrained scheme of hers, adventures and living that she intended to do. But at the same time, he knew that she likely wouldn’t appreciate the coddling. “And she does those things just to play you into her own plots.”

Destiny knew which buttons to push, and Elliot was not fooled, he knew she’d get Marcus out if that was what she wanted. “But I do appreciate you protecting her in such a dangerous town.” He smirked into his wine glass.




Understandably, the older vampire fell quiet. She does those things just to play you. Part of him knew it, and allowed himself to be peer-pressured into the accomplice position — it was difficult to say no to her. Just as it was near impossible to say no to Izzy. But, part of him also felt guilty and as though he needed to be somewhat more pliable with the young vampire. Like some sort of self-redemption for his treatment of Elliot and Izzy after they were made.

Dark eyes watched Elliot for a moment, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips. “I mean, there were a few hours that I lost her completely and got distracted by a nice blonde number but.. I’m sure nothing terrible happened in that time,” he added nonchalantly, giving a shrug. “Though she did mention meeting a man..”

He felt the slightest bit of guilt for essentially tattling on his grand-progeny, but he had had to live through the panic already, twice over, with Elliot and Izzy. “I think she’s spending far too much time with Isobel,” Marcus insisted.




Destiny was a handful, Elliot knew that. In some ways turning her gave him a look into just how hard it was to be in that position, allowed him to understand Marcus slightly better. There were flaws, naturally. But each of them, Destiny, himself and Izzy, they’d known what they were asking for. “The church didn’t burn down, so I think she stayed out of most illegal things.” Hard to say.

If anything, Elliot was a little surprised that Destiny hadn’t caused some kind of incident yet, she liked to be a touch of a renegade, enjoying the life she got to live, and yes, it did occasionally spark an insane panic in Elliot, given the bond and his acknowledgement of just everything that could go wrong, but it had somewhat lessened over the last decade.

“I dare say they’re a terrible influence on each other,” although Elliot smirked as he said it, swirling the liquid in his glass. “I pity anyone who challenges her.” Destiny or Izzy.

“So, this little blond number, food or friend?” He regretted watching that movie, truly, but it wasn’t like he could purge it from his brain.




“I would have been incredibly upset if we had to move so quickly,” Marcus insisted. Though surely as time passed those feelings would only get worse and his roots a bit more willingly permanent. The comment about the two women in their lives being terrible influences on one another warranted a knowing nod, his eyebrows raising for a moment.

At that Marcus took another drink.

The vampire chuckled quietly at the question and that Elliot felt the need to even ask it. “Food, always,” he practically scoffed in return. It wasn’t that he was completely against making peace with humans from time to time, he just tried very hard not to make it a habit. Which, he presumed he would have to try a little harder when it came to Lexie. “Although I’m not opposed to the idea of a recurring meal.”

He cleared his throat, taking a few steps back from the fireplace as the heat was becoming a little much. “We do have to consider making this a home for the foreseeable future,” he told Elliot. “There are old friends in town, and rumors of a nexus.”




There’d been a time or two when Elliot and Destiny had entered an area one night and then promptly left the following night because Destiny and her boredom resulted in mass arson, murder or various felonies.

They were usually split up by a few years, but they happened.

“Clearly she’s behaving for her granddad.” Because obviously they had to make grand-parent jokes. But at the same time, it was possible that Destiny was trying to show that she wasn’t just all baseless impulses that she couldn’t control.

“Recurring meals might need to be a thing if you’re thinking of staying for a period,” in some ways, Elliot would’ve thought the nexus here and all the familiar faces for Marcus would be reason to leave, not stay. But then, the nexus was likely a power source, and the wrong face from the past being unchallenged would perhaps be a bad idea to leave unsupervised. “Should we put your name on the mailbox?”




Despite the rough start Marcus had had with Elliot and Izzy, and even Elliot’s go with Destiny — she could still learn a lot from them. From their mistakes, especially. And all joking aside he was grateful for the control Destiny was starting to grasp. Although, he had every faith in Elliot for showing her a far better path than any of them had gotten.

“I’m still considering it,” he admitted. Typically the only thing in Marcus’ life that was recurring, apart from his progeny, was his guilt and depressive cycles. What he truly needed was to find a demon to start feeding from, if things ended up taking a turn for the worst he wanted to be able to protect his progeny.

The comment about the mailbox made him smirk and shake his head. “Don’t ever go that far,” he warned, taking another drink. “But for the time being this is home, until things reach a tipping point,” Marcus explained.

He got quiet momentarily. “I’m worried about the waves that Izzy will make when she catches up to us,” the older vampire admitted.




By and large, Elliot couldn’t fault too much with how Destiny was turning out; she had her moments, for sure. But she was holding her control well, enjoying what life was offering and had yet to get them kicked out of a state, so it was largely all good.

“It wouldn’t kill you to have more than us as steady acquaintances.” Even Elliot and Izzy had friends outside of their family bond. They might flow in and out of their lives, but they were present. Then again, what kind of introverted hermit that was a thousand years plus would keep regular friends.

“You might get mail, they’d need to know your name, surely.” Or at least a name. Elliot wasn’t going to ask how he planned to deal with the family he’d likely cleared out from the house before claiming it. Marcus tended to know how to deal with those things better than Elliot or Izzy ever really did. Impulses still tripping the twin progeny up.

“We’ll handle them, I’m sure. Izzy knows better than to cause major waves, it might brighten the place up a bit, but stop planning for the worst, hmm?” Although Marcus’ planning likely helped them out a lot. Elliot was sure a few words here and there could keep the pair from causing huge issues.




Marcus put his hands up as if to stop the train of thought of calling humans friends. “I haven’t quite reached such a low point in my undead life, thank you,” he insisted, feigning offense. Besides, Dimitri was around, who was an actual friend, surprisingly.

“The day I get a legitimate piece of mail I will wear neon track suits for a week,” he scoffed, taking another drink of the maroon liquid. With his glass getting low, Marcus stepped over to refill it, offering Elliot the same. If he ever did get mail he would be thoroughly baffled at how anyone had tracked him down. Although, he didn’t count the occasional free things that Izzy signed him up for as actual mail. They were more of a harmless nuisance, and clutter because he basically never bothered with the mailbox or packages.

Elliot’s hope was unwavering, and he couldn’t argue that her presence would be a delight no matter how troublesome she could get. “And I do enjoy the prospect of us all being together once more… But this isn’t just some quiet little American town, and it would do us all a bit of good to lay low for a while and see if this whole… balance remains,” he explained further.

“I know you lot aren’t foolish enough to poke and prod at anyone deliberately,” Marcus resigned. That was one thing he had to admit - their trouble was seldomly malicious in intent, or start just to push the buttons of more darker aligned individuals. “You can’t blame an old man like me for worrying sometimes,” he all but grumbled. Some would claim he’d gone soft but in reality it was only for the three younger vampires that he exhibited such care for.




Well now Elliot had to work out how to get a legitimate piece of mail sent to Marcus, maybe sign him up for some kind of subscription? He’d need to poke Izzy for an idea, find something just so very Marcus, order some books, see if someone could send him something without Marcus finding a loophole. Elliot still did take the offer of the refill though. “Well, there are fewer things that Destiny can get into at least,” bigger cities seemed to really bring out the worst in her, but not in terrible ways, “And I can’t say I’m intending on causing chaos.” No, everyone needed a break from that.

Still, it made sense, taking the time to gauge how these things were going to play out. Lots of people in the area, the balance of power being so level but precarious. It wasn’t even just Marcus being overly cautious either.

Still, if they wanted to fly under the radar enough to linger for a while, it would mean at least keeping their unbridled chaos a little more bridled. “Tell you what, I’ll help keep the girls from really getting your hair to turn grey,” which was something, but keeping the girls from too much insanity wouldn’t be too hard if he could direct their attention. “Since we know Izzy will be here any day now.” It tended to happen when they were in the same area. “Try and alleviate some of that worry.”

Or at least minimize the amount that Marcus was dealing with straight away. Work up to it. Sure, that seemed smart.




There were too many things for Destiny to get into, if you asked him. But she was honestly trying to behave and he wondered if he didn’t owe her some sort of present for that effort. She had acclimated well into their rather uniquely dysfunctional family. Elliot’s offer warranted a pleased look from Marcus.

“That’s all I ask,” Marcus replied simply, letting out an unneeded but relieved sigh. Elliot was nothing if not dependable that way. Always had been, actually. Without him, surely, Isabelle would have long been the actual death of him. If he were solely responsible for wrangling her antics.

“Besides it’ll give me space to poke around with what’s really going on here,” the older vampire admitted. He would need to start drinking demon blood again, that was for sure. It was something that Destiny had yet to see, but the other two were quite familiar with. Normally it was a few bad choices leading to a relapse and the addiction to the power behind the blood — only this time it would be all intentional.

Marcus looked over at Elliot with a darker smirk. “What do you say we go for an actual drink?”




The poking around would probably keep Marcus busy for a while then, and Elliot could play interference with anything that his progeny and Izzy got up to when they inevitably bounced off each other to enact whatever kind of nonsense that Seven Devils was in for.

“Oh thank fuck, this stuff is fine, sure, but I need a proper drink.” Elliot really was one that enjoyed proper blood, rather than mixed or fake blood. He was more than happy to go out for a proper hunt, especially as he was acclimatising to being around his Maker again. “Let’s go eat.”

Mar. 25th, 2020


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