A Visible Wave Of Relief Washed Over The Were As The Door Opened. It Was Still Chained Shut So He Couldn't

a visible wave of relief washed over the were as the door opened. it was still chained shut so he couldn't see casey fully but he was answering him and that was enough. all those undermining voices in the back of his head telling him the man wasn't going to see him were rightfully silenced. taking a deep breath, his posture softening and loosening to show that he was already comfortable around the other, the features of his face betrayed him and tightened as alston realized this was the first time he'd ever come around without a wounded animal in his arms; without needing help of some kind.

"everything's fine," he blurted out quickly, the words feeling rushed and uncertain as his lips pulled into a forced and uncomfortable smile. "well, i didn't bring anyone with me at least." things were hardly fine. his home had burned, so many had been lost, and he was on the run... but that was hardly a conversation to have on someone's doorstep after not seeing them for-- what had it been now, months? a year? why was it so hard for him to keep track of time.

"beer." alston stated plainly as he held up the six pack in his hand, followed by lifting the bottle of whiskey to show them to casey as if the man couldn't clearly see him holding them. "i came to offer you some beer, or some whiskey? i wasn't sure what you liked..."

"oh, and to let you know that i've relocated to live here in alexandria and say hello... so... hello?"

yeah. you're killing it alston. definitely not awkward at all.

As a chronic misanthrope, Casey lives on his own on the edge of town, away from the bustle and hustle. Some peace and quiet, that is all he wants in life, really. Though compared to other nigh-immortal creatures his kind doesn't live that long but still, Casey feels like he has lived long enough to act like a grumpy old man. And he doesn't need parties or going out so this place suits him.

Naturally, it's quite unusual someone knocks on his door. It is clearly stated on his 'no soliciting' sign at the gate... But Casey is unfortunately not callous and impolite enough to simply not answer the door. What if someone's car broke down or has medical emergency? Grumbling, he drags himself to the door. Instead of fully opening the door, he cracks it open with the chain on and checks outside. "...Alston?"

He hasn't seen the werebear in... how many years, or months? He can't even remember (his sense of time is all over the place, sort of). He closes the door to unchain, and greets his old... client? Acquaintance? Friend? He is not sure. "Hey, it's been a while. So where's the patient?" Out of habit his eyes turn to Alston's hands. Usually, Alston brings injured animals. Not seeing any blood, fur or feathers, he looks back up at the other's face. "Everything okay?"

Danny Griffin

that was not an attack. if thomas had wanted to maul the other's face he very obviously would have. no, if anything he was trying to diffuse the tension between them but that clearly didn't work as he started meowing and mewling with concern as the man carted him off to his shed and placed him under a bucket. a bucket. like he was some kind of cockroach or home invader that needed to be scooped up and discarded of.

shifting back, the bucket lifted off the counter and awkward sat on thomas's head for a moment like an over-sized party hat before falling to clatter on the ground of the shed; leaving him sitting there, completely naked. quickly covering himself with his hands, his posture showed signs of stress and tension as he looked up at the other man as if he were crazy.

"are you mad? you were going to kill me for, like, what-- two eggplants?" thomas knew he had eaten much more than that. they both did. "--and, for the record, i wasn't trying to attack you. i was being cute. i made my eyes big and everything before booping you on the nose. come on man. everyone loves getting booped."

"can we just-- can we talk about this at least? you know, without anyone dying? i mean, talk about a mood killer. i haven't even had lunch yet..." he hadn't had lunch yet but he was in this mess because he'd just been caught having his breakfast.

Ed vaguely recalls humans don't eat feathers so by the same logic, they won't eat this one's orange fur. He does have those... machine... thingy that cuts his hair so that should work. A paw touching his nose cuts through his thoughts, and Ed looks back at the creature with no discernible expression. It makes a sound. Probably begging for mercy. "That is the most pathetic attack I've ever seen, creature." He says flatly. "The only mercy you will get is a swift death. I shall make it painless."

He carries the animal to the shed, thinking he should have a tool for the butchering. Closing the door, he puts down the creature on the workbench and... well, he can't just let it run around the shed. He grabs a bucket and puts the animal in it. As if it wouldn't jump out. He then starts looking for an appropriate tool.

But for a second, Ed stops and thinks (something he doesn't do often). Ever since he moved to... this town, whatever it's name was, his supernatural sense has been going wild. He sort of learned to ignore it. Right now, it is going off again and Ed slowly turns around to look at the animal. Questioningly.

wanted connection for keagan klein

did you hear keagan klein (liam hemsworth), our resident witch, is looking for their familiar? they’re a(n) 40+ year old familiar who arrived in the chateau 5 years ago. they look like daniel craig, idris elba, jon bernthal, chris pratt, daniel wu, open to discussion. the player DOES require you to contact them prior to filling this out.

the general gist of their relationship is going to center on the fact that his familiar is older and wiser than keagan and despite bonding with him they are constantly butting heads and at points of contention because keagan is stubborn and doesn't listen to their advice/heed their warnings. there is also going to be a sexual aspect to their relationship (of course) where it really comes to light that even though keagan is the witch and they are his familiar, his familiar is the one in charge/the one calling the shots.