THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS | JOINING

[alexander]

[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]As a human, the only authority Alexander had rebelled against was their parents, and that hadn't gone over well. Their father's punishments always included a few bruises, and that quelled the rebellion in them pretty quickly. They didn't care much about power anymore; they had no hunger for it, though they currently head some kind of position in San Creado. Marko had promoted them to a Slayer, but Alex hasn't seen a paycheck yet, so it must not have been that important.

Of course, rebelling against your parents and disobeying a few faerie elders was different. Your father might give you a good slap to your face, but a bunch of old faeries might curse you to always feel hungry and never eat again, or force you on a dangerous quest to save an ungrateful royal. They've never been in trouble with any fae, so they could only guess what kind of cruel and unusual punishments they might come up with. Oriole must not fear his elders very much, maybe because he had a giant wolf protecting him.

Alexander is an animal person; or, well, used to be, before they were turned into a vampire and all animals suddenly decided they hated their guts. They can't help but coo when they see Cookie standing behind the newcomer, coming to stand beside Rialto so they can safely wave their hand at the wolf and also be prepared to push the other in front of them in case Cookie decided it wanted a taste of their fingers. "That is a good doggie." They agree, smiling wide, turning to face Oriole. "I don't know what the policy about pets is around here, but I'm sure we can squeeze you and your puppy in somewhere real nice." None of the housing in San Creado was particularly nice, but you get used to the creaking floorboards and the ghosts in the halls. They're just a little lost, is all.

They take a moment to tug quickly at Rialto's ponytail, fangs on display when they flash him a teasing smile. "We're good petsitters too, aren't we, Ri?" That's a lie. Catheryn refuses to let them near her cat, and they can barely manage to take care of the cactus they share. Alex just wants to steal the wolf away, maybe give Cookie a few sticks of jerky and go to the woods to throw some sticks. All fun and games, until Oriole figured out they had stolen his dog. Stepping forward, they offer their hand to the faerie, their expression becoming sly. "I'm Alexander. Welcome to San Creado!"