You Showed Me Dreams... (ALL BROTHERHOOD)

[Celina Cross]

She stared, the windows were covered with sunlight as she wondered how the people were going on about their daily lives. Sighing, the girl tilted her head and looked around at the empty rooms in the abandoned house. She wondered who lived here before her family did, did they kill them or did they flee in terror? She tried to ignore the idea and walked away from the light, descending into the darkness of her new found life.

Her hair flowed against the draft that manged to leak through the cracks of the old building, blue black strands grasping at her skin almost in desperation. She couldn't breath nor think as she saw the glimmer of the red light emerge from the darkness of the corridors. Home. That was her first thought as she approached the door and smiled, it's horrible figure would terrify all others, but not her, for despite the eerie looking figures on the door, she found comfort in its presence. Pushing her hand against the frame, she entered the Sanctuary and grinned as she saw several of her family members.

Walking forward, the girl waved and headed towards the kitchen, she would make them dinner, in appreciation for what they were doing for her. She loved how Vicente, Ocheeva, and the others made her so welcome in this new transformation. Entering the kitchen, the girl began to make mutton stew with vegetables and wine that she stole earlier that morning. After a few hours of labor, she walked out to the doors and tapped on the table, "Dinner's ready!" she said with a bright smile, wondering how they would react.

[Yoko]

If there was anything Yoko actually liked, it was food, food would comfort him more then people did, mainly because he wasn’t a people person, maybe that’s why he killed? He also didn’t show any particular like for the Dark Brotherhood either, but proved himself to be wise enough not to do anything stupid, besides it was a place to stay anyways for people like him, people that didn’t fit in. regardless the sweet smell of food floated though the air, before she could even call anyone he found himself being more sneaky then he usually was on assignments. He slipped around looking for anyone with food but didn’t see any.

Finely he saw himself as being silly and stood up dusting off, and stretching he’d spent the day being lazy though he knew the others hated him for that maybe he didn’t really care, he worked to however most his jobs seemed botched anyway so it wasn’t like he had a whole lot of money, namely he was paid for his time, but he wished he could be paid for all the crap he also has to endure. He slipped around into the dining area and looked at the woman standing there, the Redguard, what was her name……..he pondered, or right Celina Cross, he reminded himself.

“hey that smells pretty good” he smirked lightly, for once he seemed to be in a pleasant mood rather then his usual either, grumpy, or depressed moods.. Of course this was good smelling food after all, he smirked inwardly and leaned on the wall, would she share? He wondered with a light smirk but didn’t say anything. “didn’t know you could cook” he stated with a light nod, before anything else she suddenly said that Dinner was ready, wait did that mean she cooked for everyone? Thought he disliked the idea of having people sitting close and eating next to him, for some reason, he almost didn’t mind. Hey that was kind of nice of her, but really could murders be nice? He blinked as he pondered this.

[OOC: I will either add Lucien in next post (same profile) or just post again depending lol]

[Celina Cross]

Celina looked up and saw the boy come closer, waving she grinned, "Yoko! Hey!" she said waving the spoon in her hand. She was glad to see him smiling, even if it was half-assed, Celina turned back to her cooking. The smell was starting to waft through the halls and a few members began to show up at the door, guiding everyone to their places she looked at Yoko and winked flirtatiously, "Think you can give me a hand love?" she asked handing him a giant pot of the stew. "Could you pour everyone an equal share? I think I made enough for everyone." she said nervously before going back to her wine. She wanted to show everyone that despite being a bunch of raging, hateful, murderers they could be a family as well.

Hearing his compliment the girl blushed, "You really think so? Thanks Yoko." she said while pouring the glasses for everyone. Upon his next comment, the girl shrugged and giggled, "Guess I'm just full of surprises huh?" she joked lightly before sliding the goblets down in a line, the members faces lighting up with excitement. She had to wonder if Lucien would be making an appearance tonight just for the meal. Smiling to herself, she would be happy if he showed up but would probably make a total fool of herself in some stupid way. "Thanks Yoko, you're the best." she kissed his cheek before walking back into the kitchen.

[Moaana Andalas]

((I’m gonna assume this is a few months after Yoko’s and my other roleplay))

A strange mixture of pride and bad reminiscence was across Moaana’s face as she sharpened the edges of her father’s old sword. When she’d brought it with her, it had been a last minute decision, although in retrospect a wise one considering the amount of wild animals and worse things in Cyrodil once you got off the beaten paths. At the time it had felt like a heavy, unwieldy thing, certainly nothing she ever expected to use against anything larger than a wolf, but after a few months in the Brotherhood she was starting to learn the value of savouring your weapons. She was actually getting quite good at blade-work now. She still needed to get that d**n crest off; she’d tried herself but had only made a superficial scratching, and she wasn’t about to go to a blacksmith to get it done.

She was interrupted from her thoughts by the aroma of a meat stew, reaching her nostrils even from downstairs. She wrapped the sword in a cloth to protect it and left it in her trunk, before going to explore this scent. She grimaced when she saw who was cooking; the Redguard girl, who seemed intent on making everyone a nice big happy family. Moaana was a cynical elf, and she resented being asked to play house with a human technically young enough to be her grandchild. But the food did smell good, so she slipped silently in and sat down while Yoko and the girl talked. She raised a mocking eyebrow at Yoko when he got his cheek kissed, happy to ruffle his feathers in any way possible. He wasn’t exactly easy to hate, but he was easy to annoy.

[Yoko]

He blinked at her then shrugged taking the pot. “sure I guess” he nodded ehh he got to eat? Eh why not help out a little, after all ever underestimate free food given by murders! Right!? Wait… oh well. He stated pouring some, some would most likely turn it down, but he didn’t really care more for him? He’d eat almost anyone’s cooking at least once he pondered, his own cooking wasn’t so great, didn’t see how anyone else’s cooking could be any worse, right? He huffed lightly. “don’t think me,” he muttered, after all he didn’t really do anything, females were so weird he had a hard time talking to anyone, females were worse!

Of course she had to go and kiss his cheek he barely kept from dropping the pot and heat rushed to his face as he jumped slightly. “w-what?!” he gasped watching her walk off and blinked dumbly before scoffing and scooping out food a little quicker okay maybe it would be drugged? The best? What did she mean by that?! Dang it. women! He then saw Moaana, oh lovely, not that he disliked her, but women everywhere here to confuse him! He cursed inwardly and set the pot down. He felt like the walls were closing in on him and soon someone would crack a joke, one of these females. He eyed them closely then sucked in a deep breath and groaned. It wasn’t fair….

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Vicente was sitting at his study, scribbling things down on a piece of parchment with writing feather, occasionally dipping it in ink, before continuing to make a few thin fine lines across the paper, he smelt something from the other room, of course it was someone’s cooking what else would it be? He thought back to the days of eating fine foods and wines before the takes of various bloods became his food. He vampire smiled slightly something tickled at him he knew someone in the other room was about to have some trouble, if Yoko was here, it would undoubtedly be the Bosmer, seemingly known for his….problems.

The vampire smiled anyways with a light shake of his head he continued to write then stopped and gave a quick look over his shoulder before smiling again and going back to work on whatever he was writing. “Not can you not hide from my hunter’s sight , but you have been playing this game for a long time.” Vicente stated. “really starting to make me feel old. Lachance.”

[Celina Cross]

Celina smiled as she saw the dark elf girl come in and sit down, she nodded curtiously and then turned to Yoko who seemed to be in the middle of a panic attack. Giggling she shook her head and patted him on the back, "You and your seriousness Yoko, relax, I just appreciate what you're doing." she winked at him before shrugging and looking around to see if everyone was showing up, soon Ocheeva joined as well with a light pat on the girl's shoulder and she bowed, thanking the woman deeply for letting her be apart of a family once more.

Though she could choose a time to pick on the boy, she didn't, Celina instead walked back into the kitchen and took a knife and made a nice slit along the palm of her hand. Pouring it into a bowl, she made sure it was a descent amount so not to make her pass out and then nodded. Tearing a piece of cloth from her shirt, the girl wrapped up her hand and brought out the bowl before setting it down in a specific place, "Yoko, could you please make sure that Vicente sits here, I made sure not to count him out after all he's a big part of us." she stated simply before walking out towards his door and knocking, "Vicente...Vicente? I've made something for you, come join us." she stated with a light smile and then heard his voice, Lachance.

Gasping the girl nearly fell backwards and frowned before opening the door, sure enough she felt his presence and smiled, "Glad to see you made it, I was worried you'd miss the party." she joked lightly, "Though then again, you do enjoy my cooking." a proud smile was on her face as she jerked her head towards the dining room, "Come on you two, dinner's ready." she said waiting against the doorframe for the men. "And I won't have you keep my family waiting." another smile, perhaps she was creating a delusion where they were all one happy family, perhaps she didn't believe it herself as many others didn't but that didn't matter, all that mattered was she wanted everyone to eat...together.

[Moaana Andalas]

Moaana watched different members of the Brotherhood come in one by one, each drawn from their activities, be they harmless or deadly, by the smell of food and Celina’s careless banter. She found herself thinking cynically how it was a backwards state of affairs when even a pack of murderers couldn’t resist the idealised notion of a ‘family’ meal, even if the so called family were made up of those not joined by blood shared, but blood shed. Then again, said an even more cynical part of herself, I couldn’t resist it either. After all, here I am.

She watched with sick fascination as the Redguard cut her own palm open to give blood for their, well, haematologically inclined superior. Her days with the necromancers had left their marks, and she couldn’t help but be drawn in by the concept of blood sacrifice. She supposed she was part of the right guild, then.

She was, of course, the one to crack the joke Yoko was dreading, although she did it in her own peculiar way. “Oh Yoko, you’ve made it so much interesting. I hear the blonde,” she nodded to Antoinetta Marie, “is ready to start taking bets as to your preference.” She paused for a second to allow the statement to sink in and ferment. “With her looking as she does, it’s really anyone’s guess.” She was referring, of course, to Celina’s androgynous appearance, killing two birds with one stone by stoking Yoko and subtly demonstrating her disdain for their latest family member.

[Yoko]

Yoko huffed lightly drooping some, relax? Insane, with a bunch of weirdoes around, but to Yoko, that was everyone. Then he saw her slit her own hand and seemed to go bit pale, not that blood made him uneasy just was odd to him someone cutting themselves even though he kind of got the idea it wasn’t really something un-awkward to him. Yoko paused and stiffened flinching at Moaana and looked towards her with an almost deadly glare, anyone who didn’t know Yoko for his odd antics might had taken it for a threat, it was perhaps but not really as much as anyone else would maybe assume. The Redguard’s antics made him sick, she was to nice, maybe it was this fruitiness that made her a good assassin though? He looked at Moaana. “last time I checked we were lovers” he grinned evilly a light shimmer to his amber eyes, he was speaking of the time that goofy Altmer ‘Elja’ thought they were…lovers….eww and honestly he shuddered at the thought again. Or maybe it was just the thought of Elja that he shuddered at? He prayed the day that elf would be on his…..contracts.

Yoko looked at the bowl brow twitching slightly at the girl. “yeah, sure” he scoffed but at the same time thought it would be hilarious to switch the bowls around…..

Vicente looked up and gave a vampiric smile. He smirked lightly realizing Lucien was usually here on busyness only and used his spells to remain hidden from the others so he could come and go easily, Vicente just revealed that, and lightly shook his head. “oops” he muttered before nodding alright young lady I shall then.” he nodded then glanced towards the corner were Lucien ‘appeared’ leaning on the wall arms folded. “Lachance?” he asked. Lucien glanced away then gave a heavy sigh. “I am afraid I am here, and must be gone soon, why I don’t usually take the time to make myself known” he stated Vicente chuckled. Then whispered. Something about Lucien’s mood this morning and just got a dull look from the imperial.

[Celina Cross]

Celina nodded and exited the room, letting the two decide to enter when they wished. Turning she saw a few more members entering the dining room and smiled as she sat down and waited to see who else would show up. Softly she began to pray to the Night Mother, thanking her for everything as she normally did, still it was nice to see everyone together at the moment, or at least who all was here. Looking over at the doorway, she wondered when the vampire would enter and if Lucien would even come. Shaking her head she decided not to let it bother her.

The man hated things like this after all, smiling gently she wondered if he would rather take some with him on his journey to where ever he decided to go. No, she would wait, if he didn't come in, she would then put some in an extra bowl for him to take. Letting her thoughts wander, she stared at the dinner before her and began to sip gingerly on the wine she brought, making sure it would taste alright. Biting her lip, she was pretty nervous about this whole idea, maybe she shouldn't have done this. Now that she was thinking, it did seem a bit stupid...

[Moaana Andalas]

Moaana scowled at the memory of Elja in the bar. Though she would never admit it to anyone, Yoko was quite could at playing her little mind games back at her. Making a statement which, in the right context, was just harking back to a previous misunderstanding, but not actually giving this context in order to make implications was pretty good. “Well, like I said at the time,” she replied pointedly, “I am no one’s lover.” She smirked with satisfaction at the twitch in Yoko’s brow; she did so like to annoy him.

She looked up as Celina entered again, interested as to whether Vicente would follow or not. Now there was a family member – oh Sithis, Celina had got her started now – she did enjoy the company of. She loved watching him, studying him almost, an interest in undead of any kind being another vestige of her time as a necromancer. How telling of Moaana that the member of the Brotherhood she liked and respected most wasn’t, technically, a person.

“Is Vicente interested in this little dinner party?” She asked Celina, her disdain for the whole affair subtly evident in her tone of voice.