Shohei's Manor

Due to his wealthy biological parents, Shohei was offered hundreds of thousands of jewels, though declining the offer afterwards. But he did accept another offer. After his parents died he had the chance to claim their old manor. And so he did as desired, and claimed everything that remained of the Kirisagi Family. It was quite a large manor, it had 8 guest rooms that he probably would never use. Shohei did enjoy what it had to offer though.

• Indoor Pool- On the second to last level is a pool.
  

• Library- A library containing hundreds of books from lands all over the world.
  

• Artificial Hot Springs- On the ground level, along with the bar, is an artificial hot springs. It has japanese styled walls and sliding doors. It has a "outdoor" vibe, with rocks and all, but is actually indoors.
  

• A Bar- Around ground level is a bar that is filled with all sorts of alcoholic drinks. Shohei honestly hesitates to go in there, he never drank before and honestly prefers not to since Zan told him the horrors of being drunk.
  

• Zan:

  Yoshio:

  2 Butlers- Zan is a surprisingly young man that stands around 6'5". He has long blue hair (Which was arranged into a ponytail) and red eyes. He is 27 years old and it fiercely loyal to Shohei. He is a calm, classy, and flirty guy who honestly hates seeing Shohei alone. He is thrilled when he hears him bringing over guests, especially ladies. Zan had been serving Shohei ever since he turned 12. He has some sort of ego that he has the most amazing master in the world (Which Shohei hesitates to correct him) and that he is a gorgeous human being.
  
  Yoshio is a strict, cold and reliable butler that was assigned to the Kirisagi estate recently. A distant cousin of Shohei's, he stands at 6'0" and is 30 years old. He tries to make sure Shohei grows up to be the businessman every heir was supposed to be. Though him and Zan disagree sometimes, they get along sufficiently. He accompanies Shohe whenever he can and has a very basic personality.
  

• 3 Large Studies- Large studies placed out and about everywhere throughout the manor. These are mainly used for relaxing, but is supposed to be used for... well, what any other study would be used for.
  

• One Gigantic Storage room- A humongous storage room that contains plenty of old goodies. Not even a fourth of this storage room is filled yet.
  

• Training Grounds- Several training grounds placed around the premises of the manor. Many are for varieties of magics.
  

• Garden Oasis- A gorgeous oasis where hundreds of plants growing beautiful patterns. It is much like a maze if you venture through it. It's hard to navigate as well.
  

(Continuing off this thread - https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t9383-unexpected-encounters-open-social )
Shohei had been in a uneasy mood he approached the gate of his Manor, half which's space he never used. He had a guy named Primo following him, he wasn't sure how to face him. He wasn't sure about his feelings even. Was he sad, relieved, disturbed, mad? Or was he even happy? He couldn't tell anymore, he never heard words so sparking ever since his father was crushed. All the thoughts swirling around in his mind gave him headache. He was on the verge of tears, not once had someone reached out to him, and the fact he rejected something he needed so desperately teared at his insides as if the feeling was eating him alive. He approached the gates, one hand covering his eyes and one hand pressing a button that transmitted his voice to his butler, Zan. He answered, "Hello?" Zan said very formally. On the verge of tears, Shohei mumbled into the built in mic with a slow, quiet, trembling voice, "It's me.. Zan. Let me in.." No one replied, but the gates opened. He walked over to his manor's prime doors and opened them with an arm, his butler, Zan, padding over to him, "Back so soon, Master Shoh-" Zan's words were cut off with Shohei's response, "No need to close the gates, someone will come in to see me anyways." Zan nodded, with concern in his eyes. Shohei walked up to the third floor, the last room at the end of the hallway, was his room. He opned it swiftly, only to see a room junky as hell and looks as if Sin embraced the place. He went over to his bed, took off his jacket and laid down. Staring at the ceiling, he wasn't going to cry, in fact, he was head strong. But the thoughts circled.

Primo walked in not saying a word and then he went into a random room and ecohed his voice and then walked in shohei's room and said,"your to gloomy get up and come to the library Primo ran to the library and went to read a book on the tower of babel. He also waited for shohei and the others to come.

Shohei grumbled, his mixed emotions still nipping at him, no, more like tearing him apart little by little, he wasn't surprised that Zan let the guy In. But what made him grumble was that fact he practically intruded his house. He was able to pick himself off the sheets of his bed and follow Primo, "Go home, go back to Allison. Anywhere but here." He mumbled loudly enough for Primo to hear. The books in his library were mostly brand new, but there were some books so old that there were dust covering the title. But there was a book in the oldest and last section of the library he was told not to read until he felt the need to. He found himself wondering over to that section, he bent down, blowing the dust off of the book. It was clearly meant for him, he had already read the note inside, from his dead father. It said Move on in your life. You had already dealt with pain, now it's time for you to deal with happiness. That was the main weight on his chest, although he was abused by that adoptive father, he just couldn't hate him. No matter how hard he tried. He put the note back in it's book and looked over at Von.

Primo looked at shohei straight in the eye and saw his father abusing him and primo said a little sadly,"at least you know you parents. Primo kept on reading as he thought about his life and growing up. Primo stood up and then walked over to shohei as he read the note and said,"we should start fresh forget the fight and let's start over. pro stood in front of sho and put his hand out.Hi I'm primo, wanna be friends.

Shohei figured the guy didn't have parents. But when you're abandoned by parents who's dreams are more important than you, drowned with scorn because of his real parents, adopted by a abusive father who only smiled at you when he was being burned alive, having no parents at all seems a dream come true. He mumbled, "You have it easy.." he said it softly enough for no one except himself to hear. Before he knew it, a tear was going down his cheek. He wasn't aware of it until his right eye was watery. He was shocked, he widened his eyes and stared down at Primo's hand. Should he take it? Take this chance to happiness? True Happiness?Or continue isolating himself from the world until he finally understood his own problems. It was a long pause, he looked down at the ground, clenching his fist, gazing at it, he said his words in a trembling soft voice, "How can you ask that after I said all those things, and hurt you?" His voice started trembling more and more, "Tell... me."

Primo looked at him and said,"I let the past be the past. Primo put his han on his head and then rubbed it around. Be still was holding out his Hand and said,"If you let go of the past and focus on the future you'll have lots of good times. Now c'mon and sale my hand. Primo had a weird connection with shohei so Primo wanted him to be his friend but if he would not take his hand was a problem.

Shohei half smiled, he decided to take this chance for a piece of happiness. He winced as Primo messed up his hair, more then it already was. He chuckled and half smiled again, "I can't.. No, I won't let go of my past. But. tell you what. I'll consider you my friend." He wiped the tear away from his cheek and below his eye. He had warmth and depression in his glistening eyes. He took his hand and clenched it. He realized what he was doing and paused shortly. He accepted him as a friend but still went back to his foul mouthed, shy self. He flung his hand back and rubbed it, "But nevermind that, you practically broke into my house! How can you explain that?" He face palmed and sigh, "Well, I have 8 guests rooms. So if you need to stick around, feel free too because uh.. it's gets.. silent around here sometimes." He averted his eyes, he meant to say 'Lonely' but that was the last thing he wanted to do was to submit.

The dining hall had undergone quite a transformation had Enola’s hands. The dedicated maid had spent days perfecting the room, sealing it off entirely to keep her housemates from entering before it was finished. In that time, she had dusted every inch of the room, ceiling included, and had even paid a painter to redo the intricate patterns the decked the walls. She had ordered a new and extremely long, marble table which had been worked over to ensure one’s reflection could be seen. A royal red cloth covered the table; the cloth itself was covered in a plethora of dishes and trays.

Baskets, as well as the trays and a few other containers, were filled to the brim with food. The smell of beef, butter, pork, wine, and every other delectable smell clogged the room. Each dish had been carefully prepared by not only Enola but Zan as well. It might have hurt her pride as a maid, but Enola simply couldn’t have done it without the flirtatious butler; although, it did give Enola more time to prepare particular dishes (in addition to the rest of the food on the feast table) for her companions: a pink cake for Suiren, a great T-bone steak for Taraki, a special chocolate bar imported from Bosco for Hakumi, and a cupcake with icing in the shape of a happy face for Shohei.

The feast table had a large quantity of chairs on either side as well as a single chair at the head of the table meant for Shohei. Enola had difficulty determining just how many chairs to place at the table considering the beasts that roamed the mansion in addition to Team Leviathan, Anguis being an example. The annoying lamia (perhaps the only person in the world Enola had a habit of being rude toward) had spent the last couple of days trying to get into the dining hall to help with decorations, which Enola always declined. Speaking of decorations, Enola opted to go with several banners hung from the dining hall room wall. One of the banners had the Kirisagi family crest, another bore the Lamia Scale symbol, and so on.

Regardless of the challenges faced those last couple days, the day of the feast was here. Enola stood back one more time to get a good view of the whole room, ensuring nothing was out of place. A pause followed – something was still off.

“Oh dear, how could I be so silly!?” The maid rushed to the corner of the room where a fancy music box sat on a pedestal. The music box was not at all simple, but rather was magical. A wizard simply had to place his or hand on the box, charge it with a small amount of mana, and the box would play whatever song the user desired. Enola tapped the box with her fingers and a classy tune began playing. She adjusted the volume, quieting it down so it wouldn’t interrupt any conversation but leaving it loud enough that it could still be heard.

Enola checked around once more, this time to make sure the lighting was perfect. The curtains – as red at the table cloth – kept light from penetrating the room; instead, Enola used a large chandelier with a ring of lights as well as a line of lights along the wall to keep the room bright.

When everything was in place, Enola walked over the dining hall door and plucked a triangle and its metal beater from the hook on the wall. She opened the door with a quick thrust and rung the triangle loud enough that it could be heard through the mansion.

“It’s time to eat!”

With that, the maid placed the triangle back on the hook and stood to the side of the table, waiting humbly for her friends to fill the room.