It was a Dark and Stormy-- [open]

[Oliver Payne]

Oliver opens his eyes quickly; again. For the fifth time this evening Oliver has basically died and come back to life. Or course, medically speaking, one would call it a comatose state, but who speaks medically anymore? Regardless, Oliver does little but slowly rise from the cold, metal table which lightly creaks as he moves. At pen falls from Oliver's pocket and lands on the metal, sending a echoing clang thoughout the halls of the old mansion house that he lives in.

Oliver quickly jumps from the table to the ground, picking up a piece of paper that he has hundreds of hundreds of notes on. While one couldn't tell because of all of the overlap, much of the writing on the pages is completely foreign to the language humans speak; Oliver was literally writing down his information in a language he didn't understand. He looks at the paper, wondering what he could possibly fit upon it before ripping in half what could have been a week's worth of observation notes in half and throwing it in the nearest trash can.

Oliver begins walking throught a hallway that leads away from his "operating room" and into another more spacious room that could be called a den if it didn't hold nothing but jars.. In these jars are various substances, from Black Blood to Salt Water, hundreds of jars stand on the floor, arranged in various shapes. If one were to look closely, the most appalling thing about the jars is the fact that more than half of the jars are filled with human organs and body parts that Oliver seems to have been hoarding for quite some time.

Oliver picks a jar up containing what looks to be a lymph node of some sort. Oliver jumps quickly when a roar of thunder pounds the house like a hammer, shaking the very foundation on which Oliver stands. Oliver looks outside to the blackish purple skies, watching as a dull greyish black rain falls from the sky, the storm clouds obviously coming from the moisture of the Lake of Last Returns. Perhaps that witch woman will collect me some rain water..I could use that to make some very interesting concoctions Oliver thinks as he walks through the halls, almost skippin along to the sound of the pitter patter of Black Blood infested rain on the roof..

[Emile]

Emile walked through the forest, the storm stirring up wind from every direction. Her skirt blasted around her hips violently, and he was glad that her skin had long gone numb from the cold. Why did Evilyn make me come to this country? All the trees look like they want to eat me. I don't know how to deal with that! As he walked down the road, Emile was startled by a voice over her shoulder.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Traveling in weather like this, I'll get covered in rust! And If I rust, I'm taking it out of your hide!" Dirge slid out of his scabbard and began nicking at Emile's exposed neck and wrists, his blood almost believably a normal color in the darkness.

"Ow! Ow ow ow ow! Stop it, Dirge! It hurrrts!" Trying to get away from her own weapon, Emile rushed down the road until he came to the large building she had been sent to this country for in the first place. The building looked huge in the moonless night, lightning striking in the distance, the roar hitting the two like the call of some over-sized monster. His face a grisly visage of fear, she knocked on the door...

[Oliver Payne]

As Oliver skips along, he hears something at the door. Is it a beast? Is is a monster? Is it a witch? Oh the exitement Oliver feels as he runs to the door, still keeping in some sort of beat as he moves. He opens to door and what his eyes gaze upon is not at all what he expects. "Oh my, you're a scrawny one aren't you? My, my! Well we can't have you left outside now can we? You'll surely catch a cold, and I couldn't extract anything from you if you are sick; we don't want any contaminated specimens in my jars. Nope." He says as he pulls the being and its sword into his abode.

He looks at the little boy who looks too small to weild the sword on her back. He bends over and stares deeply into the girl's eye and examines it carefully, grabbing a scalpel and "measuring" his eye with it, coming dangerously close to cutting right into it. "What strange eyes you have, they sure do look strange. So who are you? What brings you here? Are you here to donate a piece of you to my 'research'?" He asks nonchalantly as he walks back down the hall he came from, expecting the boy to follow, still holding the scalpel in his hands as he walks.

As he moves along the halls, a black sustance seems to leak through the ceiling that Oliver doesn't notice. It appears to be Black Blood that separated from the rain and leaked through the ceiling, however the structure the three are in is two stories, and they are underneat the first floor. How strange..