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Discussion in 'Pandora Town' started by Tanaquil, Jun 14, 2018.

  1. Tanaquil

    Tanaquil The Unicorn Series

    Posts:
    460
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Tinker Sorceress
    Location:
    Pandora Town
    Race:
    Vampire
    Age:
    19
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good
    May 5, Year 7
    @Jonathan E. Reid

    Sometimes Tanaquil wondered whether it was a sense of justice and fairness in the world or sheer, obstinate desire to prove her own (half sincere) nonchalance at the way things had been going lately that kept her out so late. She didn't need to be on the roofs tonight, even if she was being very careful about hiding her presence. True, following the sort of monster, mortal or not, that she was eyeing this evening was still important in an 'extracurricular' sort of way, and no doubt Jason would want to know what new kind of drug runners were in town. What did they call it, when you did work outside of class in hopes of impressing someone? Extra credit. Well, this was her version.

    She'd decided to watch the large, brutish man in the form of a crow, because flight was a lovely trick for getting away if needed and it wasn't likely to be noticed in the dark. Perched on the railing of a warehouse stairwell a couple of stories up it was easy enough to see what happened around the figure. He turned down a corner and she waited a moment before winging after him, gliding over to the edge of a ledge and waiting there for his next step. Her keen vampire's eyes remained, even in this form- though she didn't need it for much, save seeing in the dark, as birds had such good eyes of their own. Where was he going? Did they have some sort of hideout in this part of town? That would be interesting.

    Evidently she wasn't the only one out hunting tonight, though that wasn't such a surprise in itself. That was part of the point of being this far out toward the edge of town. Something told her that this wasn't just another case of a meeting to discuss 'trade' or whatnot, but she stayed there and watched anyway, black eyes keen on the situation in front of her. Hmm, this should be quite interesting.
     
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  2. Jonathan E. Reid

    Posts:
    86
    Occupation:
    Doctor at Pandora Town Hospital
    Race:
    Ekon Vampire
    Age:
    30
    Jonathan had been in this strange place for five days. Five overwhelming days, where the first few moments, true to form, were spent being chased around by a duo of vampire hunters who had seen him be brought in by the black vines, and decided this was as good a chance as any to annihilate a potential threat before it ‘invaded’ this world. It had been overwhelming and horrifying: and like when he first awoke as a creature of the night. It was all he could stand not to curl up in the abandoned building’s basement he’d found, hiding not only from the sun but from all of the horror he’d just found himself in.

    He mourned the loss of the new network of stability he’d found. Of Dr. Swansea, of Lady Ashbury, of Milton and Nurse Pippa, hell he’d even welcome the dour faces of some of his colleagues at the Pembroke Hospital. Any familiar face was welcome. Anything to remind himself that he hadn’t gone mad.

    The stress was what triggered the bloodlust. He’d been so careful of feeding that he was practically half-starved by the time he came to Pandora. And the beast demanded being fed, whether he wanted to or not.

    And while the Beast insisted that any blood-pumping human would do that he walked past: the whores that whistled to him, the shady men that hopped passed, he did his best to use his memorize ability to find someone particularly foul. Trever Dawnson was such a man: a hitman and muscle for the drug cartel. Last night he had cornered an addicts family and slit the throat of their ten year old daughter, with the promise that more children would die if the cartel didn’t get their money.

    He didn’t have time to verify if it was true. He was just hungry, any low life that wouldn’t be missed.

    He found Trever in his usual haunt: a billiards hall where he often played pool. Knowing he’d win bets because no one dared beat him. It didn’t take long to memorize him into following him outside to the alleyway. He was clearly brawn and not brains.

    Once the man was memorized, he followed Jonathan outside like a wayward puppy. And once he had him out in the alleyway, away from prying eyes, Jonathan embraced him and sunk his fangs into his neck, covering his mouth to hide his screams even as he consumed every drop of his blood.

    Once he was done, Jonathan gently set him down on the floor, panting slightly as his fangs retracted back into his mouth. Now all he needed to do was hide the evidence….. a drug cartel hitman would perhaps find a bullet to the heart. That would explain being bled out. Then dumped in the Pandora Town river and….
     
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  3. Tanaquil

    Tanaquil The Unicorn Series

    Posts:
    460
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Tinker Sorceress
    Location:
    Pandora Town
    Race:
    Vampire
    Age:
    19
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good
    There was a small part of the old, human Tanaquil that felt very odd about watching people die in the street, fed on by monsters- but probably not with nearly as much horror as others might have felt. It was terrible, but she'd grown up in a fortress flowing with magic, with summoned demons and talking monsters and her mother's experiments all around. It made things easier, and being turned had only sunk that in deeper. Besides, there was a reason that she'd been following him, and it wasn't to give him candy, and there was almost a sense of relief in the fact that someone else had taken him out and left her hands clean. And Jason's too, because skilled or not, there was always unfairness in the world, and that meant even the best could fall to simple things.

    As the body dropped to the ground and the man who was responsible for it glanced around anxiously, likely looking for a hiding spot, Tanaquil gave him a longer look. Hmm, not really imposing, and not one of the clan Raphael was a member of- but then, she didn't know them all, did she. Especially not after her falling out for a time, and the chaos of her nighttime activities needing to be cloaked from the guards; there were only so many hours in the night. Still, she could hear her sire's voice, chiding her about surprising vampires during feeding, and she remembered her own death well enough to know it from experience too. It was probably smart to wait.

    Oh well. With a flap of her wings she started to glide down to street level and landed behind the corner of the building, switched back to her human-seeming form, and stepped out to glance over at the man. It was likely enough that he'd noticed he had company, and it was just so rude to surprise people during a meal. "Good evening. I hope he's not going to turn into anything, he was rather a terrible person," she offered in a dry, quiet tone, expression utterly nonchalant.