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mayfield_rpg2012-04-08 04:34 am
spitefulvitae) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-08 04:34 am
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02 - Sink into your Embrace
[Action A - 2240 Stevens Road - Friday, April 6th, morning]
[What was this in the mail? Packages? Three of them? One big, one small, and one envelope, all addressed to her? But she knew better than to open any of them in the open. Not with the sun shining. So she had taken them inside, and because she was impatient, brought them down to the light-sheltered basement so she could open them now.
To make a long story short, she now had a bloody nose, an assortment of bee stings, and a makeshift paper sign on the now-locked basement reading "DO NOT ENTER - CONTAINS BEES". Also, that remaining envelope. Sitting on the living room couch, she held it between her thumb and forefinger and fought with herself to hold off on the opening. There was nowhere dark enough. Nowhere secure enough. Not in this house. And the daytime made her sluggish, anyway.
The sun really needed to hurry and set.]
[Action B - general vicinity of 2240 Stevens Road, early evening]
[When the sun had finally dipped far enough under the horizon, Natalie ripped open the envelope from the town. In it was a slip of paper with a single dot of blood upon it. She was confused for only a moment, for suddenly she remembered the knives and the bleeding and the wounds and that single drop of Father's vitae passing her lips. She was experiencing it all over again. Dying again. Rising again.
There's a hideous scream from inside the house. And then not long after that, out staggers Natalie, bloodied from the wrists down, eyes rapidly sinking and darkening and full of hunger. Pedestrians at this time of night, beware.]
[Action C - 1490 Kramden, evening]
[There's an insistent banging on the front door. Ilsa had made promises, and Natalie fully intended to collect on them.]
[What was this in the mail? Packages? Three of them? One big, one small, and one envelope, all addressed to her? But she knew better than to open any of them in the open. Not with the sun shining. So she had taken them inside, and because she was impatient, brought them down to the light-sheltered basement so she could open them now.
To make a long story short, she now had a bloody nose, an assortment of bee stings, and a makeshift paper sign on the now-locked basement reading "DO NOT ENTER - CONTAINS BEES". Also, that remaining envelope. Sitting on the living room couch, she held it between her thumb and forefinger and fought with herself to hold off on the opening. There was nowhere dark enough. Nowhere secure enough. Not in this house. And the daytime made her sluggish, anyway.
The sun really needed to hurry and set.]
[Action B - general vicinity of 2240 Stevens Road, early evening]
[When the sun had finally dipped far enough under the horizon, Natalie ripped open the envelope from the town. In it was a slip of paper with a single dot of blood upon it. She was confused for only a moment, for suddenly she remembered the knives and the bleeding and the wounds and that single drop of Father's vitae passing her lips. She was experiencing it all over again. Dying again. Rising again.
There's a hideous scream from inside the house. And then not long after that, out staggers Natalie, bloodied from the wrists down, eyes rapidly sinking and darkening and full of hunger. Pedestrians at this time of night, beware.]
[Action C - 1490 Kramden, evening]
[There's an insistent banging on the front door. Ilsa had made promises, and Natalie fully intended to collect on them.]
OMG yay
Well hello there, Mrs. Waters! Isn't it a nice evening?
[She looks startled to be addressed, but then she smiles, and starts to approach him.]
It is! Such nice weather we're having for this time of year, isn't it? We're just so lucky [Closer now] to be living in this wonderful town [Right up in his personal space] aren't we?
[Then she suddenly grabs him, exposes his neck, and sinks her fangs in deeply. The drone, for his part, exhibits only a moment of droneish surprise, before sort of... glazing over. And then she drinks, oh how she drinks.]
ffffff WHAT FOR
Huh.
Well okay, how thoughtful of that vampire. She doesn't so much as flinch as she watches the blond woman drain the drone. Because hey, it's a drone. She'll want to see it through until the end though, to take note of how the body may be disposed - provided she kills him by completely emptying him. Accidentally doing a sloppy job and creating a ghoul inadvertently after a meal isn't unheard of, so there's the clean-up job to consider. She's going to debate sending a formal warning too, but for now, she'll continue to impassively observe.]
For YOU :D
...Mrs. Waters! I... I hope my wife didn't catch us doing that!
[The drone man is pale and unsteady looking, but seems more scandalized than horrified. And he's not keeling over and becoming a ghoul or anything strange. He's retreating back into the house, looking disapprovingly at "Mrs. Waters".]
...weak. Too weak.
[But when she leaves the yard and continues down the street, she looks much more stable.]
no save your cheers for a more noteworthy cause...!
Her stabilizing may be a good thing, given that considerate or not, any famished vampire that operates purely on instinct and hunger would be nondiscriminatory in their targeting and be more troublesome to handle. Picking a drone might have been a coincidence, but if this woman was capable of rationalizing and avoiding actual people who are not consenting, then it narrows down the odds of antagonistic confrontation. Being a heretic hunter is a hassle after all, in a place where nothing dies when killed.
She'll continue
stalkingtailing, easily jumping from one roof to another but still keeping a good distance. This doesn't look bad so far, but WHO KNOWS what may happen next...]But cheers are free!
Oh. Two drone women chatting at their front door. And one has gone back inside while the other is heading back down the walk. Maybe the women were more sustaining than the men? She doubted it, but she had to know... so she dipped behind a bit of fencing, waited for the woman to pass by, and then grabbed her, put her in a simple hold, and sank her fangs into her neck.
This one, she simply drank dry. When the drone woman finally collapsed, Natalie released her and let her fall to the sidewalk with a huff of dissatisfaction. How many of these not-people would she have to eat to get full?
She'd ponder that as she went to hide the corpse in some bushes.]
No they take soul energy....
She'll wait for her to hunt down one more drone, or that's what she's assuming the blonde vampire will do next. If it's still unsatisfactory by then, she'll have to step down and interfere. To sound her condition and intimidate her make her aware of hunters, if nothing else.]
It took me THIS LONG to think of what victim three should be, arrgh
...and what was that sound? She stopped short and stood perfectly still, waiting and watching... aah. Another drone gentleman heading out to his backyard shed, not far away. Well. Let's not waste chances. She slipped quietly across the yard while his back was turned, then snatched him, put him in a quick hold, and again went for the neck.
A few gulps, enough to not be lethal, and she released him.]
...Miss Waters! Gosh, you scared the dickens out of me! You should be home with your family at this hour!
Oh, I know... I know! But it's such a nice evening, and I was out on a walk... I just wanted to say hello! Well... if you'll excuse me...
[She waves and smiles and smiles and waves and makes her way back out to the street. Ghhh. Still hungry. She was going to have to go to Ilsa's, wasn't she?]
f-fff I feel bad now SEE I'M NOT A GOOD THING... ;; thanks though ;u;/!
She might hear something - or was it just the wind? But after she staggers back to the street, the bush where she left the body to rot will suddenly burst into bright flames. As big and vivid as a bonfire, but it'll die off within a few short seconds.
Try to go see what happened there by the bush after the fire died out? Though starting to look around may be a good option too, she's not alone right now is she...]
Bah, I'm the one that wrote myself into a corner! D:
Did drones explode when killed? She hadn't heard anything like that. But she felt no real desire to investigate the strangeness. Not as weak as she was now. Perhaps someone set that fire, then?
Perhaps she was being watched? She gave a very paranoid look around, then started to walk down the street faster. Ilsa's place. She had to get to Ilsa's place.]
but we're still headed somewhere right that's good!
She could try to convince herself it was a trick of her eyes, or use it to ascertain the possibility that someone else is around. Either way, would she quicken her pace to get away, or try harder to make out who, or what, that might've been?]
Voyaging boldly onwards!
You! Don't pretend I don't know you're there! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! Either slay me now or leave me alone, but don't be half-hearted about it!
(gym_okok)
That's a rather bold claim.
...
Well. Admittedly, it has been a while since she last got to do something like this. She's never had the need to don the Templar mask for months, but hmm...
Might as well, she doesn't risk anything showing herself. If anything, setting off a few warning bells to the new Things that Go Bump in the Night and juuust letting them know that there are always watcher at night should sober them sufficiently to not try anything foolhardy in the long run.
With that in mind, she's definitely going to come across much more menacing and threatening than usual.
The mood whiplash will be for another day, though.Natalie will be answered with silence - and darkness, for after that declaration, every lamp on the street will flicker out at once. ...The dark will stay, but the silence will be broken after a second or two. It'll be then that she'll hear a soft "thud" behind her, the noise of hard boot sole landing on concrete. If she was fast enough to spin around, she might have witnessed the dark shadow dropping by from the lamppost behind her, roughly a dozen feet away.
A woman with short blue hair, in clerical garments. If she's dealt with any hunters in her world, this should be obvious. Even if she hasn't, this must still be painfully blatant. The newcomer doesn't make any moves towards her however, seemingly content to just stand there underneath the light that's been put out.]
"Slay"? That's humbling, coming from a creature such as you. Already, you're willing to forfeit your un-life?
[The tone is rather chilling, and if she can make out her expression under the dim moonlight, it's just as emotionless. There isn't any murderous intent, but "bad news" would still be an understatement.]
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It's a hunter. Of course it is. A hunter all done up in lovely church regalia. One of those.
She lets out a terrified chirp of a laugh.]
Isn't that what you do to creatures such as me?
[Then came more of that same hysterical laughter. She'll do it, she'll kill me, not even anyone to hide behind, none of my powers, nothing I can use against her, can't even hide, I have to run, run run run, run...]
But I hear that death is just an itty-bitty setback in this town! Isn't it? Isn't that the case?
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Oh boy.
The hysterical ones...
Aren't what she tends to come across often, actually. So this is sort of new, but eh... Given how her patrols generally turn out nothing, she shouldn't complain about something that breaks the usual monotony? But still...]
Correct. Ever since February this year however, resurrections have been experiencing glitches. You may still come back to life the second day, but not as your complete self. It takes up to a week for the process to finish now, but if I wanted to simply kill you, I could have done so far earlier; you were open every step of the way. It would just be an ineffective method that'd fail to get the message across, but if that's how you would prefer to end this, I could let you experience it for yourself.
[In contract, Ciel is still as cool and collected as before. If Natalie could think clearly, she'd be able to tell that indeed, killing her doesn't seem to be this hunter's goal - even if she's saying she wouldn't have any qualms in doing so. The bigger question however, is whether she'd ask/bargain, or is still too out of it to assume only the worst. ...With good reasons, yes, but as Ciel herself already declared, killing another doesn't do much here.]
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...no one told me that. Ooh, but a week of side-effects, that's still just a set-back. I've experienced worse...
[And she dissolves into more of that unpleasantly mad laughter, passing a slightly-sticky hand over her face. Her eyes roll away, her head turns, she shudders... and then she composes herself enough to look back to Ciel.]
What's your message, hunter? What's the word on the street? What's the code of behavior around here?
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Her cyan blue eyes turn dull, yet it's as if the gaze suddenly grew much sharper than before. Natalie might or might not be able to recognize that it's a form of hypnotism that could lead to some degree of mind control, but the message, the command, this time is simple.
Get a grip.]
I'll get to that, but are you listening well?
[The first step is simple; make sure that she has the other woman's undivided attention so there can be no misunderstanding about their situation.]
((OOC: Details for Mystic Eyes are here, it doesn't work for vampires at home because the strong ones all have solid magical resistance. Depending on the sort of vampire Natalie is, she might or might not be affected, or partially so; she may also realize what Ciel's trying to do depending on her own magical knowledge - which is just to make sure she sobers up and is calm for the upcoming conversation. The choice's up to you, so please go with what you feel best! Feel free to hit me up if you have additional questions about how things work, o/))
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Her jaw clenches, her hand passes slowly over her face again, and then drops limply to her side.]
Cut that out.
[And her eyes narrow.] My grip's slippery. My stomach isn't full. But I can listen. I fully intend to listen to you. We're trapped in this ticky-tacky box together, and I think we should be level with each other.
Level with me, hunter. What do you want?
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You are not the first vampire I've come across here, and you won't be the last. The rules are simple. Do as you wish with the drones, but you will be held accountable if the body was to, inadvertently or maliciously, turn into a ghoul after. Obtaining the consent of the willing may be overlooked, but misguiding them or preying on the unwilling will result in your immediate pursuit. [Which may as well be "repeated execution", from her tone and demeanor.]
Do you have any objections?
I just found the e-mail notification buried under a bunch of stuff D:
In such a small population, I'll foul my food supply if I get a reputation for assaulting real people. So I'll behave. Because it's about survival, here. Survival first. Then we escape. Right?
No objections. None. None.
Haha, all good! o/
Then you understand the terms. [Not a question, but she nevertheless beckons confirmation.]
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[Negotiation with hunters wasn't... usual, in her experience. But this whole town was hardly the usual. She rolls her head about slowly, continuing to will herself to be calm.]
Can I go?
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[Good enough. She lowers her head lightly to that.]
You will be watched.
[...admittedly that's just extra intimidation now, but better to overdo the pressure than have it turn into violence for everyone because there wasn't enough. Without another word, she takes a step back, and before Natalie can blink, she has already propelled herself onto the top of the nearest power pole. That's a good 20 feet jump within an instant, which if Natalie's still watching, will give her an idea of this one hunter's physical abilities.
Ciel won't stick around anymore than Natalie plans to. A few seconds later, she would have melted back into the night, and after that, every street lamp on Stevens Road will become functional again one by one. ...It didn't go too badly for a warning, given that the results could've been much worse. And if Natalie wasn't aware before of these pesky Templar types around town, she is now.]
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[It's no surprise, and it doesn't add much extra to the intimidation. Much.
Her head turns sharply as she tries to track the woman's position. That high, that suddenly? How was that even possible? What strange blessings and gifts and talents did she have, exactly?
Too bad she can't stare much longer. When Ciel vanishes from sight Natalie turns away, hisses softly, and continues on her way to Ilsa's place.]