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2016-04-03 (PostU) Why Is It Named After Me!?

2016-06-20T06:35:39Z

Skeeve: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Why Is It Named After ''Me''!? |Summary = Skeeve has many questions; the answers may lie in the bridge's observation deck. |Who = Skeeve, Ly..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Why Is It Named After ''Me''!?
|Summary = Skeeve has many questions; the answers may lie in the bridge's observation deck.
|Who = [[Skeeve]], [[Lyra]]
|Date = April 3, 2016.
|Where = Plowse Bridge Lookout
|Log=

On the balcony overlook, Lyra sits on the railing. No need for safety concerns, apparently. She rests with her back against the building, one leg dangling on the safe side. In her palm are two crystal balls gliding against each other without a sound. In the corner of the balcony, Signey the goblin is dozing away rather obnoxiously. Lyra stares intently at the crystal balls, then back out at the horizon, then at the crystal again. "Yes, but where?" she asks of no one in particular.

Skeeve steps on out to the balcony, looking completely and utterly bewildered. He takes his hat off, barely taking notice of Lyra and the goblin, and runs a hand through his hair as he leans against the railing. "But... *why*!?" He stares for a moment, before finally noticing Lyra. Hastily replacing his hat, and standing up straight, he says, "Oh, I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Lyra."

Lyra's attention is drawn away from her crystals and outlook when she heard Skeeve approach, shifting to watch with curiosity as he nears the railing. With a coy smile, she replies, "Oh, hello magician. Looking for something?" Signey stirs a bit, he seems less like a subject or servant and more like a lap dog. Lyra's crystals don't seem to stop moving in her hand.

Skeeve is quiet for a moment. He always feels like he has to watch his words around Lyra. This is probably a very useful bit of paranoia. "Well... after a fashion, yes, I am. Mostly some knowledge." He leans back against the railing, folding his hands together. "Do you know much about this dimension?"

Lyra seems completely at ease with the quiet, looking back out towards the city skyline while Skeeve talks. "Well, it's more real than others." A small emphasis is put on the word real, though she continues on, "I know that at least part of what I'm looking for is here. I've heard some talk of a council, I assume that's just the authority in this dimension." Lyra chuckles as she turns to look back at Skeeve, "Though they're poor dimensional travelers, I'd wager, considering many think it's nearly impossible to leave."

Skeeve nods thoughtfully at that, following her gaze out to the city. "Most of them are not especially proficient, no. A word of advice; I'd recommend against demonstrating your talents in that arena. People can be... somewhat insistent about trying to find a way home, and I'd hate for anything untoward to happen to you."

Lyra's face flashes with a bit of, is that shock perhaps? It quickly vanishes, a confident veneer eclipsing her features again. "Much as it's not my concern, seems wrong to keep people from their homes. Seems like the thing that should change." And it's likely that she would be interested in participating in such a change, despite the flippant tone. She flips one of the crystals onto the back of her hand then into the palm, "These can show you your dreams, if you like."

Skeeve nods slowly at that. "You're not wrong... but you and I could spend a hundred years ferrying people back to their homes, and not make a lick of difference... save for painting a target on ourselves for the less savoury sorts in these parts. " As she draws his attention towards the crystal, he leans in a little to get a slightly better look at them. "It's... a tempting thought, I must admit. Even if I don't know if I'm prepared for it."

Lyra slides down from the railing but doesn't go any further, "It's possible temptation is the point, dreams rarely do much else." She grins and sets the crystal down on the railing. "Could just open up a door, let them journey themselves. Though for most that would be certain death."

Skeeve grins a little bit at that. "Well, you're not wrong. Seems like it'd be a little counterproductive, though, doesn't it? Although I suppose nothing would force them to go through the door."

Lyra says, "Better than being trapped, no one likes an unescapable maze." She taps her fingers on the railing three times, "What's so perplexing about this lookout though, magician? It's a perfectly reasonable height for creatures like these to build."

Skeeve scratches his cheek a little bit at that. "Well, that's... something of a prideful question. You see, this bridge is named, for some inexplicable reason, the Plowse Bridge. It wasn't here the last time I visited this dimension with any regularity. And my name is Plowse. It's somewhat disconcerting to come to a place and find they've named a bridge after you."

Lyra laughs aloud without much inhibition, "You must have made an impression on someone." At hearing Lyra's laughter, Signey pops up from his slumber in the corner and joins in laughing with his scratchy cackle, with no real indication that he knows what it was about. Goblins.

Skeeve manages to suppress most of his wince at the scratchy goblin laughter. "Apparently so. And I think it would behoove me to find out who, but I don't have the slightest idea where to begin."

Signey shuffles up to his feet and completes a shallow bow to Skeeve, "Mistress Lyra said we'd see you again!" Lyra looks out towards the cityscape again without acknowledging her subject's statement, "Buildings rarely appear out of thin air, perhaps the welcome center knows who owns this one? Though don't be too surprised. If you've travelled to other dimensions, you're bound to leave traces." With a fox-like grin, she adds, "Perhaps you'll even find one where they worship you. It's unsettling.

Skeeve chuckles a little bit at that, tipping his hat slightly to the goblin. "That would be quite unsettling, although not necessarily the worst possibility. I suppose it could be named after my father."

Lyra says, "Interesting to visit, not to stay. No challenge." She lifts up the crystal from the railing and steps towards Skeeve, "And fathers tend to leave their marks as well." The crystal ball floats on it's own above her hand, so tempting. "I'd be willing to help you seek your knowledge. I assume you remember the stone I showed you.. perhaps then you'd be interested in helping me locate it? Though I will caution .." She lifts up her chin slightly with a beguiling facial expression, "I am possessive."

Skeeve drags his gaze away from the crystal ball; that's not a rabbit hole he thinks he's capable of going down, ust at the moment. "I do, in fact." He smiles lightly. "And I have no intention of stealing it away from you. But I am curious... what does it do?"

Lyra seems to leave the ball levitating near him regardless, "It's a key. Nothing more, nothing less." Signey seems rather uneasy at the subject of the red crystal puzzle piece being discussed, fussing with the edges of his clothing as he looks up between the two talking. Lyra reaches a hand down to touch the goblin's head in assurance, before continuing, "... to most people. I cannot let anyone else discover it, let alone use it. Dimensions would bleed into a darkness beyond imagine.

Skeeve raises his eyebrows at that, clearly a little unnerved at the thought. "I would agree that such a thing should stay secure. I'm rather attached to dimensions... at least a few of them. I'd like them to stay where they are."

Lyra says, "I've found the majority, though the person who decided to scatter them was very efficient. Defensive, cloaking, shapeshifting spells.." She rolls her eyes, "My father doesn't do anything mildly." Signey perks up, "The Princess will find them and fix it, his Highness knows her.""

Skeeve looks slightly taken aback at that. Princess? He wasn't expecting that. "Well, then. All the more imperative that we find it before someone stumbles upon it, unsuspecting."

Lyra seems overly pleased with his response, slapping her hand onto Skeeve's shoulder. "I thought I could tempt you." She looks towards the city again, "One is here. But there's another world connected to this Twisted where at least two reside. It's just so large, this dimension seemed more... managable.

Skeeve grins a little bit at that. "Well, as they say, everyone's tempted by something... it's just a question of what. I'm afraid you'll not unlock the puzzle that is me so easily, your highness." Still smiling, he replies, much more seriously, "What this dimension lacks in raw imposition it makes up for in menace. I've found it to be more imposing than I would have first thought."

Lyra says, "I've yet to find a puzzle that I couldn't solve, though it's always in the challenging ones where the most pleasure resides, magician." She's not used to creatures outside of goblins, various beasts, and biting fairies calling her 'highness', though she doesn't seem to make that uneasiness obvious. "It seemed inconspicious at first, but I dare say I believe you are correct. So many of them seem to enjoy their fights, ignoring the weight of simple words. I prefer the latter."

Skeeve turns, leaning back against the barricade for the balcony. He nods once, at her pronouncement, not seeming to have noticed her unease. "I think that you and I will get along quite well, your highness. Although, I do have to ask... you seemed to keep that particular bit of information under your hat, in public. Is there another, preferred, way that I should address you in public?"

Lyra says, "I wonder if there is a limitation on royalty when one's kingdom is consumed in blackness..." Her tone is serious for but a moment again, her lips shifting to another smile. "Lyra is fine, or your highness. Perhaps you could even call me mistress?""

That draws a broad grin from Skeeve, and he replies cheerily, "A very tempting thought, Lyra, but I'm afraid I'm just not very good at following directions, and I'd hate to disappoint you so."

Signey seems to respond cheerfully as well, "Her mother never listened to her father, either!" Goblins, social norms, things that don't mix. Lyra grins, "Don't worry, I am quite aware that I have no power over you."

Skeeve laughs cheerfully at that. "Well, I don't know that I'd go *that* far, precisely...." He grins, then adds, finally acknowledging Signey's presence for the first time, "So, your... handmaiden? Bodyguard?"

Signey stands up proudly, with his chest puffed, "Signey is no maiden, Master Skeeve. Signey serves his Princess." Lyra looks down at Signey and nods, "I was only able to save a few from my world before the darkness, Signey is just the most... affixed. I've hidden the others in safety." Another serious tone quickly followed with a smile, "I could hardly have such pleasing rendevous in the midst of a goblin parade, now could I? Imagine the thoughts a magician would have at that.

Skeeve chuckles a little bit at that, hopping up to sit on the railing. "It would certainly be a much more raucous affair, to be sure."

Lyra wags a finger next to her cheek as she nods, "It's much more pleasant an affair with goblins who prefer to sing and dance, rather than battle." Signey seems to almost take that as a cue, twirling in his place, bobbles clinking, "... even the princess sings with us!" If there is a tinge of embarrassment about that fact, Lyra doesn't display it either. "A soprano is needed, afterall." Lyra steps forward to the side of the railing where Skeeve is sitting, one hand propped against it. "I'm afraid that perhaps it is time for this particular rendevous to end, lest my air of mystery be stripped completely.

Skeeve smiles a little at that, hopping off the railing, in order to sweep his hat off in a bow. "My loss, to be sure. It was a pleasure to see you again, Lyra."

Lyra reaches out to snatch the crystal ball from the air that never seemed to stop levitating, "A gift." She sets it down on the railing near Skeeve, "Fret not though, you can simply use it to contact me. It obeys." She looks to Signey, "Come along, the others are likely waiting." Ever the one for dramatics, Lyra sweeps back part of her coat in a turn to walk towards the exit.

Skeeve takes the crystal ball delicately in one hand, as he straightens up and repliaces his hat. "A gift indeed..." he murmurs to himself.

|}}

2016-05-04 (PostU) Fresh Off The Boat

2016-06-20T05:59:51Z

Skeeve: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Fresh Off The Boat |Summary = Sae explains the rules to a rather confused newcomer. |Who = Sae, Edward |Date = May 4, 2016 |Where = T..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Fresh Off The Boat
|Summary = Sae explains the rules to a rather confused newcomer.
|Who = [[Sae]], [[Edward]]
|Date = May 4, 2016
|Where = The Usual Restaurant
|Log=

The door to the Usual Restaurant opens slowly and smoothly, almost hesitantly, and the form of Edward Cullen slowly steps into the room. The only hint that anything is amiss is the slightly hunted expression on the teen's face, letting the door swing shut behind him, as he steps into the building - the first building he saw, truthfully - fully.

Leaning against a wall and humming to herself, Sae's smiling wide as she waits for her first customer of the night! It's a pretty long wait though! So the girl pulls out the latest edition of 'Cat Fancy' and giggles, so absorbed in the cuteness that she takes a moment to register that she's got a customre! Dressed in the girl's uniform for the place, the waitress has on a white Japanese schoolgirl outfit with a light blue skirt and collar, along with black thigh-highs! Ever the bubbly one, Sae looks up at Edward and lets her magizine fall the floor -flashing pictures of kittens at the man!- and rushes over towards him! "Hi hi! I don't think I've run into you yet!". With a big curtsy and a /huge/ smile up at Edward, she adds with a giggle "Nice to meet you though! And welcome to the Usual Restaurant! I'm Sae, and I'll -probably!- be your waitress!".

Edward looks a little surprised to find such a... well, mundane, perhaps, is not the best word for her, but considering the architecture outside, it's comparable... such a relatively normal restaurant in such a strange place. In a smooth, low voice, he replies, "I... don't believe we've met, no." Still with something of a hunted expression on his face, his amber eyes flit about the interior of the restaurant. "Perhaps you could answer a few questions for me, Sae?"

Sae nods excitedly, and without another word takes one of Edward's hands in two of her own and (if he lets her!) pulls him over to a booth! "Mhmhmhmhm! I haven't been here super long myself so I MIGHT not be the best kinda person to ask, but I'll try my best to help ya!", doing a little twirl so her skirt flares out all cute like, then putting her hands on her hips! "So! First things first! Do you want something to drink? Maybe something warm? You felt kinda..chilly!"

Edward, as Sae pulls him along (or perhaps more accurately as he lets her pull him along), retrieves his hand smoothly, and so as not to be rude, slides into the booth. "Perhaps... just some water, please. But, really, just some information is fine." He glances, again, around the restaurant as though expecting it to dissolve. "Where... where exactly am I?"

Sae claps once and pushes onto her tiptoes -something she does lots!- and flashes another smile to Edward's request. "Mhm! Water! One sec!", dashing off into the back to pour a glass. Giggles echo out from the kitchen, as the girl really does have fun playing the waitress! Half-jogging back over with the glass in hand, she sets it down and then dows another single clap. "So! You're in the Usual Restaurant! And well, probably whatcha wanna know is that you're in Twisted! It's a kinda silly place with a BUNCH of really weird -but good weird!- people from all over abuncha other places! I actually have /idea/ what Twisted /actually/ is, but it's kinda cool! We've got mermaidy-sirens and planty-princesses and a REALLY-" she stands on her tiptoes "-tall guy who says he's a God and bestest of all, an adorable cute vampire girl here! All sorta nice people!".

"What's you're name anyway Mister?"

Edward swirls the glass of water around in his hand, listening to Sae explain, and, raising the glass of water to his lips, pauses - just as her explanation touches on adorable cuteness. "There are... ...gods and vampires here?" He smirks a little bit, and it's a charming, if a little bit arrogant, expression. "Aren't those myths?" He does, however, clear his throat a little. "My manners, I apologize. My name is Edward, Edward Cullen. It's nice to meet you, Sae."

Sae nodnodnods abunch again to the first question. "I thought so tooo! But Kotal's really super seem's like an..aztec-" voice raising slightly, since she's unsure! "-God? And Flan is def a vampire! I found that out for real when she was all humfph-!", at that Sae makes a chomping motion with her teeth and holds both hands up beside her head, fingers curled like she's clawing and biting something as an animal. "She nommed me! Like, legit did vampire stuff! Was crazy! But super super cute and cool too! And I know Sil's for real too 'cause she went in a planty cocoon and came out a butterfly princess!". Silencia is, incidently, not an actual princess. Sae just can't get it through her head that 'priestess' and 'princess' aren't the same..

"But it's nice to meet you too Edward! Where're you from anyways? If you wanna say! Compared to most people here you seem kinda normal!".

Edward raises an eyebrow at that, slightly, more taken aback by the fact that Sae seems to really believe it, all of it, more than because she said it. But still, he's not one for excessive displays of exuberance, and so responds, "I..." He's silent for just a moment. "I'm from Washington." Expecting her to recognize where that is, he further asks, "But, going back on our conversation for a moment... when you say 'vampire stuff', what exactly do you mean?"

"Y'know, vampire stuff!" Sae says, cocking her hips side to side while she thinks of how to explain it, assumming quite wrongly that Edward's not famliar with vampires. "So liiike, vampires need blood to live! And Flandre's a vampire! So every so often she'll do vampire stuff and suck some blood from me! It makes me aaaaall sortsa dizzy, but don't worry! She takes good care of me and stuffs! See-" Sae unbuttons the top button on her uniform and pulls the neck aside just enough to show off two circle 'Hello Kitty' bandaids where the bite marks would be.

Edward is perfectly, utterly still for a moment while he absorbs those particular tidbits of information, although those two band-aids do occupy his attention for a few, internally tense moments. No memories of searing pain, hm? Smiling that light, charming smile, he replies in a somewhat patronizing tone, "Well, that's awfully kind of you to volunteer for your friend."

"Thanks! Flandre needed someone to do it, and she's so darn cute I thought I'd volunteer and stuff! We're even dating now, so I think that adds an extra layer of niceness to it!", putting her hands on her hips and grinning. Sae seems to be completly oblivious to the patronizing tone as she continues babbling on about the adorableness of it all, always smiling! "So so so! While we're talking, do you want me to have the chef whip something up for you? We've got everything you could want here, pratically! They even make compost-y stuff for Ren! She's a float-y seasluggy person! Super pretty colors! So if they can make stuff a fsssssty-fish likes, I'm sure they'll have something a human like you will! If you're hungry I mean!". Human like you? For someone who /lives/ and sleeps with a vampire, Sae's pretty darn bad at actually spotting them!

Edward is, in Sae's defence, not exactly the sparkling example of what one thinks of when they hear the word 'vampire'. "No, that's quite alright, Sae, but thank you. I think I had best save my money for the trip home." He glances around a little bit at that. "I don't suppose you could give me directions to the nearest airport?" The reality of his situation has not, one suspects, quite sunk in yet.

For all the bouncy-bubbly exuberance the girl tends to exhibit, Sae stops dead in her rambling tracks as Edward asks that question. "Oh! I umm..UMMMMMMMMMMM..UmMMMM" looking left and right, even twisting to get a good look over her shoudler for anyone else to break the news! "Ummm..Edward? I don't /think/ there's any airport that can get you back to Washington-land! You're kinda ina 'nother dimension thingy and stuff and and umm..you sure you don't want something to eat? Free! My treat! Sweets! Dessert!", trying reaaaally hard to distract from the whole 'you're stuck here' factor.

Edward does that thing where he goes perfectly, utterly still, not even seeming like he's breathing. "...no way to leave?" He looks around again, much slower this time, catching sight of the Twisted Street, and the storm of the wastelands in the distance. After a few more moments, he says in a bleak, dark tone of voice, "So... this is the point where you break the truth to me? That we're really in Hell?"

Sae freezes in place too, eyes very wide and not blinking. She's really, really not good at being the bearer of bad news! "I-um-umm..I really dunno much of anything about what Twisted is, but I can 'least confirm it isn't hell! Like..like..we wouldn't have butterfly girls in hell! Or or, an Aztec God! Or a cute rainbow-fishy-girl! Or this-!", running over to grab the pie she was decorating earlier with a cartoon bunny-rabbit face traced onto the top in icing. Hoping the cuteness will distract from the revelation and prove they're in an a-okay place, she holds it up for Edward to see! "Sides! Everyones super super super nice here! Sides the few mean monsters lurking about, it's a really awesome place to live!"

Edward laughs once at that, bitterly - but at least he looks like he's breathing again. Shaking his head lightly, he mutters, "Mean monsters lurking about? Well, at least I'll fit in." Abruptly he stands up, a fleeting expression of anger crossing his chiseled features.

Letting out an audible sigh as Edward starts breathing again -assuming it's simply him tensing up, rather than (presumably) not having to breath-, Sae smiles and shakes her head. "Don't be silly! You're totally not a monster, and you don't seem mean either! You just need a blanket is all!", grinning proudly with her hands on her hips, like she just diagnosed everything that was wrong with Edward. Which to her is true! "I wouldn't worry about the real mean things though. We've got a LOT of kick-butt people here. Even Sil can kick-butt stuff! Don't let the butterfly wings fool you!"

Edward reaches into his pocket, peels a twenty off of a roll of bills, and tosses it to the table to pay for the meal he never ordered. Darkly, he mutters, "Trust me, it's not the mean things I'm worried about. Thank you for your time, Sae. I've got to go think about this..." And with that, he starts stalking for the door that leads back out into the street.

|}}

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2016-06-20T05:49:56Z

Skeeve:

Edward

2016-06-20T05:46:11Z

Skeeve:

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|Series=Twilight
|Threat=Block Buster
|Class=Telepath
|Alignment=Brooding
|Gender=Male
|Species=Vampire
|Age=104 (Looks 17)
|Birthdate=June 20
|Height=6'2"
|Weight=165 lbs
|Short=He looks like a teenage Adonis sculpted out of marble.
|Desc=Edward is impossibly beautiful, to the point of being almost godlike. His skin is like granite--pale, hard as stone, and ice cold, but perfect and flawless. If he has recently drank, the dark purple circles under his eyes become lighter. In the sunlight, his skin sparkles like millions of beautiful diamonds. His eyes are a golden topaz when he is full and gradually darken to black, like onyx, as he becomes thirstier. His hair is a strange shade of bronze, and is always in casual disarray. He's just over six feet tall, and he has a slender, yet still quite muscular, build. He wears a black jacket overtop of a white tshirt that clings to his sculpted form, along with a pair of tight blue jeans.
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Vampires'physical senses are extraordinary, capable of seeing ultraviolet light, and can pick out the smallest of details. His hearing is sensitive enough to be able to hear a car driving down the road from miles away, and his nose is discerning enough to smell the difference between fabrics, and trail an individual from miles away. Vampires do not need to breathe, although they find it uncomfortable to go without, as it deprives them of their sense of smell.

Amongst vampires, Edward is noted for having incredible speed even amongst his own kind, as well as an exceptionally strong sense of self-control, capable of withstanding even the most powerful of temptations. Edward's most impressive power, however, is his telepathy; he is capable of 'hearing' the surface thoughts of those around him. This is something that happens to him by default; normally, he can only drown out extra voices by either concentrating on one specific mind or on environmental details, although it can be stopped by those with some kind of mental defenses. He uses this ability to predict his opponents' actions in combat.
|MusicEmbed= See [[Theme_Music]] for help with this section.
|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|}}<br />
==Background==

Born in Chicago in 1901, Edward Anthony Masen lived a life of luxury amongst the upper crust of Chicago's elite. But all that changed with an outbreak of the Spanish Influenza raged through Chicago; his father died early during the outbreak, his mother on the verge of succumbing, and it seemed that he too would perish, were it not for the minstrations of one Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Edward's mother begged him to do everything in his power to save her son, and so Carlisle did the only thing he could; he turned Edward into a vampire.

Edward formed a deep bond with Carlisle, who adopted him as his son, and for the next eighty years, he lived with the man as his adopted son. Despite a rebellious period during the twenties, where he fed off of the worst villians of society, he soon came back to Carlisle's ethics, sustaining himself only off the blood of animals. He spent his time well, earning multiple college degrees, but still, he always felt like there was something missing in his life... perhaps, now that he's found his way onto the Twisted Street, he might have the opportunity to find it.

==Notes==
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File:Edward.jpg

2016-06-20T05:45:40Z

Skeeve: Edward Cullen, at his Edwardiest.

Edward Cullen, at his Edwardiest.

Edward

2016-06-20T05:38:24Z

Skeeve: Created page with "{{2014Profile| |Image=Missing.jpg |Name=Edward Cullen |Series=Twilight |Threat=Block Buster |Class=Telepath |Alignment=Brooding |Gender=Male |Species=Vampire |Age=104 (Looks 1..."

{{2014Profile|
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|Name=Edward Cullen
|Series=Twilight
|Threat=Block Buster
|Class=Telepath
|Alignment=Brooding
|Gender=Male
|Species=Vampire
|Age=104 (Looks 17)
|Birthdate=June 20
|Height=6'2"
|Weight=165 lbs
|Short=He looks like a teenage Adonis sculpted out of marble.
|Desc=Edward is impossibly beautiful, to the point of being almost godlike. His skin is like granite--pale, hard as stone, and ice cold, but perfect and flawless. If he has recently drank, the dark purple circles under his eyes become lighter. In the sunlight, his skin sparkles like millions of beautiful diamonds. His eyes are a golden topaz when he is full and gradually darken to black, like onyx, as he becomes thirstier. His hair is a strange shade of bronze, and is always in casual disarray. He's just over six feet tall, and he has a slender, yet still quite muscular, build. He wears a black jacket overtop of a white tshirt that clings to his sculpted form, along with a pair of tight blue jeans.
|Skills=As a vampire, Edward is capable of feats of exceptional speed, strength, and resilience; he is capable of running in excess of hundreds of miles per hour, and can react and move near-instantaneously to events. He's capable of lifting several hundred times his own bodyweight, and can stop a speeding car with one hand. Vampires are also incredibly resilient, and their skin is harder than granite, almost as hard as diamond; definitely impervious to mundane weaponry. In their home universe, the only things capable of piercing a vampire's skin are the teeth of either a vampire or werewolf, although certainly other special weaponry would also suffice. Although a vampire can be dismembered, this does not kill them, and they can use their venom to reattach their limbs with no lasting ill effects. One of the few weaknesses vampires do have is fire; they are very susceptible to burning. A vampire's venom, injected via their bite, is incredibly painful, more than enough to immobilize a human with sheer agony so the vampire can feed at their leisure. If the victim is not killed after being injected with venom, after three days they will reawaken as a vampire themselves.

Vampires'physical senses are extraordinary, capable of seeing ultraviolet light, and can pick out the smallest of details. His hearing is sensitive enough to be able to hear a car driving down the road from miles away, and his nose is discerning enough to smell the difference between fabrics, and trail an individual from miles away. Vampires do not need to breathe, although they find it uncomfortable to go without, as it deprives them of their sense of smell.

Amongst vampires, Edward is noted for having incredible speed even amongst his own kind, as well as an exceptionally strong sense of self-control, capable of withstanding even the most powerful of temptations. Edward's most impressive power, however, is his telepathy; he is capable of 'hearing' the surface thoughts of those around him. This is something that happens to him by default; normally, he can only drown out extra voices by either concentrating on one specific mind or on environmental details, although it can be stopped by those with some kind of mental defenses. He uses this ability to predict his opponents' actions in combat.
|MusicEmbed= See [[Theme_Music]] for help with this section.
|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|}}<br />
==Background==

Born in Chicago in 1901, Edward Anthony Masen lived a life of luxury amongst the upper crust of Chicago's elite. But all that changed with an outbreak of the Spanish Influenza raged through Chicago; his father died early during the outbreak, his mother on the verge of succumbing, and it seemed that he too would perish, were it not for the minstrations of one Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Edward's mother begged him to do everything in his power to save her son, and so Carlisle did the only thing he could; he turned Edward into a vampire.

Edward formed a deep bond with Carlisle, who adopted him as his son, and for the next eighty years, he lived with the man as his adopted son. Despite a rebellious period during the twenties, where he fed off of the worst villians of society, he soon came back to Carlisle's ethics, sustaining himself only off the blood of animals. He spent his time well, earning multiple college degrees, but still, he always felt like there was something missing in his life... perhaps, now that he's found his way onto the Twisted Street, he might have the opportunity to find it.

==Notes==
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2016-06-20 (PostU) It's What's For Dinner

2016-06-20T05:24:10Z

Skeeve: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = It's What's For Dinner |Summary = Rayne stumbles across Edward having a meal. |Who = Rayne, Edward |Date = June 20, 2016 |Where = Now..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = It's What's For Dinner
|Summary = Rayne stumbles across Edward having a meal.
|Who = [[Rayne]], [[Edward]]
|Date = June 20, 2016
|Where = Nowhereto Park
|Log=

It's early evening, and Rayne is up in a tree, looking out over the lake. Off in the distance is the Medical Mechanica 'building,' which it appears she's trying to draw on a large art pad. There's a small electric lantern hanging off the branch above her, marking her location fairly obviously to any who would look towards the tree she's in.

It is indeed a calm and pleasant evening... not too far from the lake, near the tree's edge, a deer stirs, eating the foliage. Something of a rare sight in these parts, to be sure. Suddenly, the deer looks up abruptly, and turns as though to dart back into the forest, when it practically vanishes, a faintly glimmering blur passing over it with a dull crunch. There's some rustling in the foliage, maybe a hundred feet from Rayne's tree, and the faint, weak bleating of the deer.

Rayne blinks as she watches the deer. "Huh... not seen much in larger game like that around Twisted..." She then blinks as it apparently just vanishes. "What the..." She peers out in the direction of the bleating, but doesn't move just yet. For all she knows, it's a blink deer that managed to teleport itself into a tree.

For a moment, the bleating continues... then there's a louder snap that echoes through the forest, and it falls silent. The rustling brush continues to shake, although it's somewhat lessened at this point, barely audible from in the tree.

Rayne blinks and tilts her head. /Was that someone hunting?/ she ponders to herself as she keeps peering in that direction. Now a bit more curious, she carefully sets her drawing pad in the crook of a branch before swinging gracefully to the ground. She starts approaching the bushes in question, not exactly stealthily, but not announcing her presense, either.

It's a little easier to see from ground level; not so many branches in the way. As Rayne gets gets a little closer, she can see the fallen form of the deer, laying on its side on the ground, unmoving... but it's the humanoid shape crouched over the neck of the deer that's out of place. As she makes a little noise - maybe it's stepping on a twig, maybe it was kicking a pebble, it's difficult to say - that's when the figure blurs. One moment it's crouched over the fallen animal, and in the next moment Edward is crouched, facing Rayne and hissing in challenge, as though there was no movement between. A thin tendril of blood runs down from his mouth, and his eyes are completely jet black.

Rayne blinks and takes a step back from Edward, hand reaching towards the lower hem of her dress, a single finger looking ready to lift the side for some reason. She looks a bit confused, and her words only strengthen that feeling. "The hell?"

Edward takes a single-half step towards Rayne at her words, then straightens, turning in a flash and putting another ten feet of distance between him and the woman, putting his hand on a very heavy looking oak tree. In a strangled voice, he says, "I'm sorry you had... I'm sorry. I thought you were farther away."

Rayne continues to look confused, but at least she's not reaching for her hidden weapons now. "Um, okay? Look, there's no laws or anything against hunting wildlife, but really, calm down about people running into you. I've done a fair amount of hunting in my past, too, so don't worry, I'm not squeemish about it."

Edward laughs bitterly for just a moment, bringing a hand up to wipe across his face. "Laws." He shakes his head a little bit, still not looking away from the tree. "It's not the law I was concerned about. I put you in danger, Miss Rayne, and for that I apologize."

Rayne again raises an eyebrow. "'Put me in danger'? Is this about your reaction to me walking up to you? Edward, I assure you, I'm a lot more difficult to kill than you might be thinking I am." She doesn't approach him any closer, however, maintaining the distance between them.

Edward lets go of the tree from where his fingers had gouged into the trunk, letting the splinters and sawdust fall to the ground. "I'm glad we won't have to find out." He's quiet for a few more moments before turning around to face Rayne, this time at a normal, human speed, his eyes now a rich amber in colour. The cat is out of the bag now, might as well give her a full explanation. "I... lose control, when I feed. Once I've started, it's very... *very* difficult for me to keep from devouring anything that smells like food. I've had this park staked out for weeks, trying to find a time when there was nobody close enough... but I couldn't restrain myself any longer."

Rayne keeps her eyebrow raised. "...Look... you can get your meat elsewhere, unless this is some sort of 'still alive' thing? That said... There's always people in the park. It's not a good place to hunt if you're worried about collateral damage." She frowns, looking away in thought. "The... nature trail behind the school might be better? There's at least more wildlife back there. I can't suggest the wastelands, though."

Edward, a little incredulous, shakes his head a little bit. Can she really not understand? It seems incredible, but all the same, there it is. "I daren't be anywhere so close to a school when I'm..." He can't bring himself to say it. "...when I'm like this. It's far too dangerous."

Rayne crosses her arms and lowers her head slightly, peering at Edward. "When you're like what? Would you care to elaborate? Look, the school has a curfew. No one is supposed to be out past... okay, I don't remember the exact time, but the fact is there shouldn't be anyone out. This city's inherently dangerous, afterall." She then glances around the park. "Well, I'll give you that it's pretty abandoned here, too, at night. Maybe just wait until a bit later."

Edward chuckles wearily, shaking his head again. "What people are supposed to be doing and what people are doing are two vastly different things, Rayne." Hanging his head a little, he sighs. She knows too much already, and getting the wrong picture could be fatal for her... or so he believes, at least. "When I'm feeding, my instincts take over. I'm... I'm a vampire, Rayne." He waits, now, for the inevitable scream of horror.

Rayne groans as Edward mentions people not doing what they're supposed to be doing. "Ugh... tell me about it..." When he admits to being a vampire, however, her left eye twitches. "Oh, for... another one?" She sighs, hanging her head. "At least you're better behaved than Flandre."

Of all the possible reactions Edward could have been expecting, that one ranks nowhere on the list. No screaming... no fear at all. Just annoyance. He looks up at her, more than a little surprised. "There are other vampires here?" It takes him a moment to think about that. "Well, I suppose that's not surprising, considering all of the strange things that are in this place. It's practically inevitable." He sighs again. "I don't suppose I could... prevail upon you to keep my secret?"

Rayne laughs out loud. "Other vampires! Yes, yes, most definitely. Flandre, like I said, is a student at said school. Nowhere near as mentally mature as you, and not exactly caring about secrecy on the subject, I might add. Really, I'm surprised you haven't heard of her, she's been a real pain to me in the past..." She then looks up thoughtfully. "She's gotten better, though." At the request to keep his secret, though, she tilts her head again. "Why are you hiding it? Look, Edward, there's a lot of crazy people in this city." She motions out past the lake where there's a small neighborhood with suburban houses and everything... "There's a dragon that live over there. A dragon. You're talking to a phoenix that works for a war god, who's apparently married to an elf and a faerie. A well behaved vampire? People aren't going to really care that much."

Edward runs a hand through his hair, looking a little nonplussed at this new information. "There's a vampire... *openly* going to high school." He shakes his head lightly at that. Even for a vampire, it's a lot to absorb. "I suppose you might be right. It's just... such a shift from home. Where I come from, secrecy was enforced by the death penalty. You learned to be circumspect around the mortals, or you earned yourself a quick execution." He sighs again, repeating, "I suppose you are right after all. I... would just like to take this at my own pace, if at all possible." He smiles a little, clearly attempting to be charming. "After all, it's not like there's some kind of registry, is there?"

Rayne pales at the mention of a registry. "Oh, dear Sahai no. That would be a '''nightmare''' of paperwork! This person's a deity, this person's a human that's been changed into a hyena hybrid, this person's a phoenix, this person's a mermaid, this person's a bug lady, this person's an earthworm with a power suit, this person's an aquatic invertebrate with a water bubble around her at all times... No, no, we generally don't care unless you start causing trouble." Rayne seems to be pulling her examples from actual experience.

That actually draws a laugh from Edward, the first genuine sound he's made in... well, a rather long week. "Well, trouble is the farthest thing from what I want, to be sure. I wouldn't have waited so long to... eat, otherwise."

Rayne sighs and shakes her head. "Look, if you're just... up front about it, you might be able to make an arrangement with someone about it. Flandre has... wierd arrangements for feeding now that keeps her out of trouble, for example." She shrugs. "I ain't gonna tell anyone on you. It's not my business if you're not attacking anyone. But I'm telling you, it's really nice to be open about what you are, and you can do it here. I can say I'm a phoenix here and people respond with curiousity, not fear or disbeleif like they would have in my home universe. It could be the same for you, ya know? People that don't like Flandre don't like her for her personality, not because she's a vampire." It's easy to get the feeling that Rayne is likely one of those people.

Edward's eyes shoot open wide on hearing that this Flandre has 'arrangements'. "She *what*!?" He shakes his head a little. "That's... hard to believe, I'm sorry to say. I...." He seems lost for words. "I can think of only one vampire who would have the strength to taste a human's blood and yet be able to hold themselves back from killing them." He looks a little embarrassed, as he adds, "Certainly I couldn't do it. Either this Flandre is significantly more impressive than she lets on, or..." He trails off, shaking his head. "Either way, I... don't know if I'd be comfortable being... out, as it were. I feel like that could lead to me making mistakes."

Rayne looks slightly dissapointed, but then shrugs. "Well, up to you. Like I said. It's your business. Just... hunt later at night. After midnight or something. Like I said, I've done some deer hunting in the past, so I kinda... recognized some of the noises, that's why I came over to investigate."

Edward nods a little bit at that. "Still, you're right... it is refreshing to know that someone can.. know what I am, but not be revolted by it." He's quiet for a moment, with a glance back at the body of the deer. "I am sorry for that. I'd thought you were farther away, but when I'm hungry it's difficult for me to control myself. My momentum must have carried us farther than I'd thought."

Rayne laughs and shakes her head. "That and I had already spotted the deer before you... tackled it? Deer aren't that common in the park, afterall." She then tilts her head, looking at the deer again. "So you lose control and suck 'em dry? Huh. Well, I guess Flandre does have the control not to do that, at least. Otherwise she'd have a god of sun and war on her case by now, and I don't think even she could have stood a chance against him."

Edward nods a little bit at that, looking to one side. "When we feed, we lose ourselves. There's nothing but the hunger for the time it takes to be sated. Instinct takes over." He shakes his head a little. "I have no desire to hurt anyone, let alone face reprisal for it, so in that respect I'm fortunate, I suppose. You won't have to worry about me feeding on anyone. I'm already a vegetarian." He chuckles a little at that, but his heart's not in it.

Rayne blinks at what Edward says, then looks down at the dead deer. She then looks back up to him while pointing at the deer with a blank expression on her face. "That's not a plant. Have you tried tomato juice?" While she says it fairly straight, she's probably joking. Right? Probably, as her face returns to a more natural expression afterwords. "Well, then it's best you do keep hunting deer, then... And definitely /not/ any lingering xenomorphs. You do /not/ want to drink their blood, trust me."

Edward can't help but smirk a little bit at that, but whether it's at her joke or her misunderstanding is for him to know. "Family joke. I never did care for tomatoes." He nods a little bit at that. "I'll avoid the aliens, yes. I've heard reports of how their blood burns. I doubt it would sustain me in any event."

Rayne nods, then tilts her head as she asks, "So, how does it work, then? Mammalian blood only? Or if you, say, wrestled a crocodile down, could you feed off them, too? Would it extend to invertibrates, or is that going way too far?"

Edward stops to actually think about that, leaning back against the tree and crossing his arms. "You know, I'm not actually certain? Mammalian blood is certainly more appetizing than non.... carnivores are better than herbivores... but I've never actually tried reptiles or the like." He shrugs a little, for effect. "Something to experiment with, I suppose."

Rayne nods, echoing the shrug. "Just was curious, was all. I'd guess the invertibrates are probably too far, unless it's more about a life force thing than the actual hemoglobin and stuff." She steps over to a nearby tree, not the same one Edward is leaning on, however, and pulls herself up to sit on a low branch. "So... I'm guessing there's a lot different with what makes you a vampire and what makes Flandre a vampire. Like, I don't see wierd crystaline wings on your back, and how despite her not having much self control, she didn't suck Sae or Sil dry. Also... she seems to tell if someone 'tastes' good or not by smell. It's... kinda creepy."

Edward smirks a little bit at that. "Well, any vampire could tell how you taste by smell... most of us are just polite enough to not mention it. As you say, it's pretty creepy." He shakes his head a little bit at that. "Yeah, maybe so. I've definitely never heard of anyone getting wings before... there are a lot of changes, but I've never heard of anyone growing anything new."

Rayne smirks lightly. "Oh, really? So you could tell I wasn't quite human that first time we met, then? Or were you too distracted by it being your first day here... and Ren being around."

Edward shrugs a little bit at that, expression looking a little distant. "I could tell that there was something off about you, but I didn't have a frame of reference to judge against at the time. You don't smell inhuman, entirely... but, like you say, there was a lot occupying my attention."

Rayne shrugs. "Well, at least in my home universe, you can't be a phoenix or a dragon or whatever without also being a more mundane species like human. So that's accurate." She glances out over the lake for a moment before looking down at the deer again. "...So... how long does this sate you? Uh, and what are you gonna do with the deer now?"

Edward glances down at the deer as well. "I can usually go a few weeks between meals. As for the rest of the deer, well... there's a few wolves hereabouts in the park as well. I noticed them a few days ago, but there were some schoolchildren about so I left them be. They'll probably end up finding it and making a meal of it as well."

Rayne nods and glances over towards the light in the tree where she was drawing. "Well, I should probably call it a night, I'm afraid. I have a shift tomarrow morning, afterall." With a light sigh, she drops from the branch she's sitting on and starts walking off in the direction of the light in the tree to retreive her things. "I'll see you around?" she asks over her shoulder.

Edward nods a little bit at that. "I'll be around, Rayne. It was nice to talk to you." As she turns to leave, he adds, "And... thank you."

Rayne looks back over her shoulder as she arrives at the aforementioned tree. "Hey... No problem," she says before climbing up the tree to grab her lamp and art pad.

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Skeeve

2016-03-31T05:16:31Z

Skeeve:

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|Image=Skeeve.png
|Name=Skeeve Plowse... or Sarah Plowse
|Series=Original
|Threat=City Smasher
|Class=Wizard
|Alignment=At a Jaunty Angle
|Gender=Depends... is it raining?
|Species=Klahdish
|Age=Mid 20's, maybe?
|Birthdate=December 23rd
|Height=6'4" or 5'11"
|Weight=Around 180 lbs
|Short=Sometimes a tall, slender man, sometimes a tall, curvaceous woman. Always dresses in a lot of purple and black.

|Desc=The man before you is tall enough that he has almost a full head of height on most average people, perhaps 6'3 or 6'4. His windswept brown hair looks a little mussed, a few wisps of it hanging down over his bright, forest green eyes.

His clothing, however, is what makes him really stand out. Sitting atop his head is a large brimmed purple hat, tilted at a slight angle. Tucked into a band wrapped around the hat is a black feather. Draped about his shoulders is a flowing cape, the same deep purple color as the hat. A half inch or so around the edge is gilded with a gold fabric. The cape itself is fastened around his neck with a pin, fashioned of purest siver with a beautiful emerald set square in the center. He's wearing a nearly form-fitting, pitch black breastplate, that all light just seems to fall into. Around his forearms, he's wearing a pair of black bracers. Underneath that, he's wearing a black, somewhat billowy tunic. The sleeves are rolled up to mid-forearm, and gilded with that same gold material. It's cinched about his waist with a broad belt, and his black pants are hidden at the shins by a set of black shinguards. All of his armor is edged by a mithral silver gilding.

Slung over his shoulder and tucked under his cape is a black travel bag, tightly buckled closed. At his waist he has a large two handed bastard sword, with a curious looking crossguard. The sword looks hefty, but he moves as if it's not even there. On his opposite hip is a pouch, filled with strange objects. When he moves, he does so gracefully, with confidence.

Sarah looks surprisingly similar to Skeeve, almost like his twin sister. She's shorter, maybe six feet at the most, and her hair is much longer, falling in a cascade down to the small of her back. Even though she's four inches shorter, she's about the same weight, and it shows in her build, much more curvaceous and rounded than his male form.

|Skills=Skeeve is, first and foremost, a consummate wizard. He's spent decades studying magical knowledge, from dozens of different dimensions and traditions, and makes a point of accumulating knowledge. He thinks of magic as something of a science, and it shows in his approach; he's capable of dimensional warping, elemental magic, divinations, transmutations, enchanting items, and even summonings. Admittedly, healing magic is not his forte.

Skeeve is also capable of projecting his consciousness into the astral plane; either momentarily, in order to see auras and magical power, or at length, in order to project his astral self out of his body. As someone who routinely channels magic, Skeeve enjoys the benefits of mana's anti-agathic properties; a vastly extended lifespan, and good health. Although it doesn't translate into a mutant healing factor or anything like that, as long as he survives a wound he will eventually heal it.

Skeeve is also an accomplished adventurer; he's a great fencer and fighter, although well within physical norms for a human. He's in good physical shape, and enjoys picking up mundane skills and knowledge when and where he can; he reads, is a competent cook, and has never met a pop-culture reference he didn't like.

Not really a skill, per se, Skeeve has also fallen victim to the cursed waters of Juusenkyou, specifically a bathing in waters from the spring of Nyannīchuan. The curse turns him into a female version of himself whenever he's doused with cold water, and will change him back when doused with hot water. Changing back and forth too often tends to make him a little queasy.

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==Background==
First rising to any notability as the court magician of the Kladish kingdom of Possiltum, Skeeve then segued from there to becoming the President of MYTH Inc., a corporation of magical troubleshooters. After a wildly successful run as president, Skeeve left in order to get back to basics, and increase his magical knowledge.

Skeeve spent a long ten years travelling dimensions, learning magic whenever and wherever he came, until he found himself in the dimensional dumping-point that is NeoTokyo, and later MU. After many misadventures there, Skeeve's continued adventures showed him a way to the Twisted Street, not just once, but twice. Maybe there he can find what he's looking for...

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Skeeve

2016-03-31T05:14:56Z

Skeeve:

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|Series=Original
|Threat=City Smasher
|Class=Wizard
|Alignment=At a Jaunty Angle
|Gender=Depends... is it raining?
|Species=Klahdish
|Age=Mid 20's, maybe?
|Birthdate=December 23rd
|Height=6'4" or 5'11"
|Weight=Around 180 lbs
|Short=Sometimes a tall, slender man, sometimes a tall, curvaceous woman. Always dresses in a lot of purple and black.

|Desc=The man before you is tall enough that he has almost a full head of height on most average people, perhaps 6'3 or 6'4. His windswept brown hair looks a little mussed, a few wisps of it hanging down over his bright, forest green eyes.

His clothing, however, is what makes him really stand out. Sitting atop his head is a large brimmed purple hat, tilted at a slight angle. Tucked into a band wrapped around the hat is a black feather. Draped about his shoulders is a flowing cape, the same deep purple color as the hat. A half inch or so around the edge is gilded with a gold fabric. The cape itself is fastened around his neck with a pin, fashioned of purest siver with a beautiful emerald set square in the center. He's wearing a nearly form-fitting, pitch black breastplate, that all light just seems to fall into. Around his forearms, he's wearing a pair of black bracers. Underneath that, he's wearing a black, somewhat billowy tunic. The sleeves are rolled up to mid-forearm, and gilded with that same gold material. It's cinched about his waist with a broad belt, and his black pants are hidden at the shins by a set of black shinguards. All of his armor is edged by a mithral silver gilding.

Slung over his shoulder and tucked under his cape is a black travel bag, tightly buckled closed. At his waist he has a large two handed bastard sword, with a curious looking crossguard. The sword looks hefty, but he moves as if it's not even there. On his opposite hip is a pouch, filled with strange objects. When he moves, he does so gracefully, with confidence.

Sarah looks surprisingly similar to Skeeve, almost like his twin sister. She's shorter, maybe six feet at the most, and her hair is much longer, falling in a cascade down to the small of her back. Even though she's four inches shorter, she's about the same weight, and it shows in her build, much more curvaceous and rounded than his male form.

|Skills=Skeeve is, first and foremost, a consummate wizard. He's spent decades studying magical knowledge, from dozens of different dimensions and traditions, and makes a point of accumulating knowledge. He thinks of magic as something of a science, and it shows in his approach; he's capable of dimensional warping, elemental magic, divinations, transmutations, enchanting items, and even summonings. Admittedly, healing magic is not his forte.

Skeeve is also capable of projecting his consciousness into the astral plane; either momentarily, in order to see auras and magical power, or at length, in order to project his astral self out of his body. As someone who routinely channels magic, Skeeve enjoys the benefits of mana's anti-agathic properties; a vastly extended lifespan, and good health. Although it doesn't translate into a mutant healing factor or anything like that, as long as he survives a wound he will eventually heal it.

Skeeve is also an accomplished adventurer; he's a great fencer and fighter, although well within physical norms for a human. He's in good physical shape, and enjoys picking up mundane skills and knowledge when and where he can; he reads, is a competent cook, and has never met a pop-culture reference he didn't like.

Not really a skill, per se, Skeeve has also fallen victim to the cursed waters of Juusenkyou, specifically a bathing in waters from the spring of Nyannīchuan. The curse turns him into a female version of himself whenever he's doused with cold water, and will change him back when doused with hot water. Changing back and forth too often tends to make him a little queasy.

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Skeeve

2016-03-31T04:52:46Z

Skeeve:

Skeeve

2016-03-31T03:56:53Z

Skeeve: