The House(New Roleplay)

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It was a cold, dark night when she arrived at the house. She was early, she noted, as she checked her watch, ears alert for any sound of the others who were due to arrive within the next half an hour. The moon was bright and full and illuminated the front gardens, reflected from some of the many mullioned windows. She stood for a moment, her mouth smiling slightly as she gazed at the vast mansion before her, it's gothic architecture form crying out to her for exploration.

She had heard so much about this place...it had been her dream since a child to get inside it, and now, finally, thanks to Michael, her dream was coming true. Other members of The Prophets had been delighted also, and each would be bringing to the house their own special talents. The Prophets was a group she had set up some years ago, having realised that there existed others out there with gifts as unique, yet as unacceptable to society as hers were. Within the group, they shared a common factor-none of them had been able to fit in within society.

This was to be their first exploration. This house had drawn her for a reason, and she was sure that reason was that the building stood outside of the constraints of time and place. There were many stories of hauntings and inexplicable incidents having occurred within its walls, but few would speak of them without much persuasion. Some who had gone in, had not returned and remains had not been found.

Moving her gaze away, she crossed the grounds to sit herself on a bench that stood next to the long, winding driveway that led up to the house. And here she waited for the others to arrive.


(I am opening this up in hopes some others might just want to be spontaneous and join in. It will be a dark roleplay, obviously, but lots of room for development.)

(Yay darkness! I hope you don't mind that I'm joining. And yes, Wraith has white hair, just like Nyx. I like white hair. )

Wraith stepped out of the car, and closed the door softly, almost revently. The house, sitting away from the road and barely visible, seemed to demand utter respect. It was awe inspiring really. Evil perhaps. She shivered, suddenly chilled. Over vivid imagination, she chided herself. One of these days, you'll scare yourself to death.

"Here," she whispered, and handed the driver some cash. "I don't want to go all the way to the house."
He looked at her and grunted. So much for respect.

She watched it drive off and felt a rush of emotion. Unlike some of the others, she was not overly keen on entering the house. She thought it was beautiful too, but it did not call to her. Rather, it pushed her away. That, she figured, was not a good sign.

Wraith sighed and began walking up to the house, moving almost silently. She walked in the grass beside the driveway - she did not like making noise - and when she banked the hill she saw that she was not the first. (Graelwyn's character) was all ready there. She smiled, half amused. Trust her to be the first. She was, after all, looking forward to this. She shook white hair out of her face and glanced up at the house. Her smile faded.

She paused for a moment and touched the base of a twisted tree - the nature of this place intrigued her - but then continued on. Walking across the lawn, Wraith fit her name. With white hair and very pale skin, the moonlight seemed to illuminate her and give her a ghostly glow. Maybe, she reflected wryly, I'll fit in with this place after all.

When she finally reached the bench, she looked down and smiled slightly. "You're certainly early, aren't you?"

((Erm...can't we know anything about the general universe this takes place in first? Or what character restrictions there are?))

((It takes place in this universe, but the whole point of the house is that once inside it there are no laws as such...that is why it is so...interesting. The house will have whatever effect the posters choose it to have upon themselves and others. No character restrictions but I don't think they should be engaging in rampant sex or necrophilia .))

Hi!

Can the two of us do this privately if it's possible?

((Okay, can this be almost Silent Hill like? I want to play an anti-hero that I had in an idea for a Silent Hill story...))

Mr Oak surveyed the dining room.

"Aah, eldritch things and horrors trying to push through the walls of reality. You cannot beat that feeling at all."

His accent was difficult to place. It could have been British, Australian, or even American. But whatever it was, the dapper looking man spoke eloquently.

The noise of the cars pulling up reached him, and he turned.

"There is always someone who never considers wise counsel, and make ingress where the angels fear to walk."

He smiled. It was a strange smile. One that seemed to show so many emotions at once. A malicious glee at the impending horror. Sadness for the possible new victims of the house. And a smile of hope, that they may help him in his quest.

"Will Navidson had a relatively easy time, compared to what these poor souls will endure..."

((If you're wondering who Will Navidson is, read House of Leaves))

((Bejesus, how did you get the keys man? The rest of our team haven't even turned up yet, and there you are, wriggling your way into the house before everyone else ...I get the impression your character is gonna be more conedy than silent hill lol))

Roland was standing in front of it.

The goal of his entire quest.

Checking his holsters he made sure each one of his four revolvers was loaded and primed for battle - there could be anything in this wretched place.

Then noticed ladies in the garden - both looked rather poorly outfitted for such a trek and he cursed under his breath as marched towards them.

"Just some more damn dead weight."

But composed himself as he appoarched the ladies with dignity and bows to them.

"Honored, sais."

Mythra, for that was her name, had been silently glancing up at the sky, watching the clouds whilst deep in thought when the sound of a car engine heralded the arrival of a group member. She sensed immediately who it was for the young woman who stepped out had an energy as distinctive as they come, barring her own, of course... she had been told her own presence could be felt in other countries, especially if displeased or upset, and she had been known, on occasion...in fact, quite often to influence the things and events around her by lieu of her thoughts and emotions. It was a dangerous gift to have if not harnessed properly, but she had for the most part learnt how to control these things. It took a great deal of unpredictability to cause her any problems. Fortunately, there was one among the group who was more than capable of dealing with that situation should it arise.


Silently, she watched the other woman approach and study the house, almost in a dream like state... that was the nature of Wraith, and also her own, only her own dreamlike states tended to be more insidious, drawing her into nightmare worlds that no others she knew of could reach. She was fortunate to have several close ones who had learnt over the years how to bring her back, with whatever information she had elicited. Smiling slightly, she closed her eyes for a moment and saw a clear image before her before opening them again. Wraith was closeby now and she stood to greet her old friend,

'You found it, of course... did that driver question you about our purpose here?', she spoke slowly, as though measuring each word in her mind before allowing it to go free.
((shall respond to you, Cass when you return to post...you can catch up))
((Cut to arrival of Roland))

Once more lost in silent thought, Mythra had her face in her hands and was contemplating the house, when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, the gravel crunching beneath the new member's feet. Raising her head, she leant forwards slightly and squinted, before sighing slightly and standing up once more. He hadn't changed... and it had been some time since she had seen him, that was for sure. She did not even wish to recall the last occasion, given what had happened, but she was glad for his presence. His comment did not throw her, she was used to it by now, and his polite manner more than compensated, she had found, although she did respond in kind,

' Ah, Roland... you should know me well enough by now to realise that my tools are not always on display... not all are physical, tangible things, afterall', she said with a slight smile, although her eyes remained serious, if not a little bit anxious. 'The rest of our party have yet to arrive, so I would suggest waiting here, or having a scout around the grounds... I am assuming you read the file I sent you on this place?'

"Aye"

Mythra hadn't changed a bit - she still looked as thin as a willow tree and eyes still had those flecks of red trapped in a sea of icy blue.

"I hope you have some sort of weapon to take within this little madhouse to which we come."

Slowing he raised his oldest friend and ally - his book of the dead.

The ankh symbol on the front glowed with steady light.

"As for me, I'm going to the nearby graveyard to raise some reinforcements and ask the locals (Corpses) for information."

And with that Roland set off to put his mastery over death to good use.

Mythra studied the man in front of her, her eyes sharp and shrewd. He had not changed much, in spite of the years, still standing inches above her, still sturdy in his gait and still stinking of the death he so often walked side by side with. Glancing slightly to the side of him, she briefly closed her eyes as he spoke and took a deep breath.

When she turned back, as expected, his famed book was held high in hand and a determined look had graced his features. She smiled and gestured with her hand that he should go ahead before turning back to her other companion and folding her arms lightly across her chest.

((See my soon-to-be-posted character description. Good on you Flagg, for getting Roland of Gilead....

Think of my character as a more benign version of Walter O'Dim...))

((This should prove interesting lol with such a diverse range of characters... I think you will have to think up some way to stumble across the rest of us when we come in unless you plan on appearing outside the house. I have not seen/read any of the material so have no real idea what your character is like... just remember we have all met before ))

((Thank you. The bane of my existance (ie, school) has the forums blocked, and I couldn't respond earlier.))

Wraith shook her head. "Him? The only thing he said was that I better have a lot of cash to pay him. I did, of course. Why is it that everytime I have to remain in a car for several hours, I get stuck with the rude ones? Actually, no, don't answer that." She remained silent for several moments, watching someone come up the house. "Ah, here we go again."

Wraith inclined her head as Roland bowed, then watched in silence. She was not overly fond of being taken lightly, but she had decided that it was pointless to try and convince him otherwise. She touched the cold handle of the knife that hung at her side. She had several more hidden. If push came to shove - and she hoped that she would not - she would not be helpless. She had been helpless once in the past, and only once. It was not a mistake she planned on repeating. Ever.

Roland was gesturing with his book of the dead. It would be helpful, she condeeded silently, especially in this house. She made a mental note to cut him slack, at least for now. Hell, at least he was polite. She apperciated that.

Wraith watched him walk off and sighed. "I get the feeling that he believes we're delicate souls," she mused. "A mistake, really." She looked slightly amused for a moment, then shook her head again. "At least I hope we're not delicate. That house feels like it could tear us apart in a minute."

Mythra smiled lightly at her companion...She had never entirely seen eye to eye with Roland. She herself had had her moments with the at times acidic man, but overall, he had helped her out more times than she cared to count and had gained a certain respect for him. She studied her hands for a few moments, running a finger across the veins that stood out in sharp relief from her pale skin, before shaking herself and getting to her feet once more. Placing her hands on her hips, and for a moment looking every bit the strong Eternal she was, she shook her hair back and grinned at Wraith mischieviously,

'So, partner, what do you think to the idea of having a scout around ourselves? Afterall, why should he have all the fun around here?'

Mr Oak flicked a window open. The light wasn't on in the room, and so would not have shown his silhouette. He had excellent night vision, and looked at the figures....

"Hmmm..... Two young ladies.....and a Gunslinger?"

Mr Oak let the curtain slide back into place, leaving him in the darkness of the dining room. A Gunslinger? This may prove problematic. Mr Oak knew something of the lore of the Gunslingers. They were the equivalent of knight-errants on another Earth, and had shooting ability so accurate, they could use a revolver like a rifle, and almost always, when they wanted to, hit a vital area. Mr Oak himself didn't fear the bullets. There was little he truly feared. However, the nature of the house, as it was, would enjoy a feast of nightmares, and while Gunslingers were resilient both in mind and body, it was often the worst nightmares that were buried deep. They weren't even in the house, but already the house had begun to feed off their memories. Not destroying them, merely copying and siphoning them.

"Jake!! !! !! !"

Was that one of the Gunslinger's memories?

Mr Oak smiled again. The thrill of discovery! Nothing else would compare to it. And it wasn't just his own discoveries, but the people about to enter the house would either discover what they needed....

...or else be consumed by the dark.


((Sorry Flagg, couldn't resist a Dark Tower reference...

BTW, where is this meant to be set?))