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As Okiku appeared quietly in Transgression, he could only shake his head. The place wasn't holding up like it once had. Though he had been gone since the days of the so-called-war between hero and vampire, he had expected to find the old hotel much as it once had been. Everything felt different, however. Less substantial and disconnected. It had taken a hell of a lot more will power to phase in, at least, and that alone was enough to shake him.
At least the bar was still intact. With a wry smile he slid his hand across it, remembering the good old days. The days long forgotten. He leaned over, reaching under, searching for a bottle. Any bottle would do. When his hand brushed across glass he wrapped it around something circular and drew it out. It was nothing he recognized. It was...
...well, it was green.
Taking a seat, he popped the cork and put it to his lips, hesitating. It had a fairly pungent odor. He took a swig anyways, just to be sure.
As he tried to ignore the fact that his throat was on fire, he looked around. Where the hell was everyone?
At least the bar was still intact. With a wry smile he slid his hand across it, remembering the good old days. The days long forgotten. He leaned over, reaching under, searching for a bottle. Any bottle would do. When his hand brushed across glass he wrapped it around something circular and drew it out. It was nothing he recognized. It was...
...well, it was green.
Taking a seat, he popped the cork and put it to his lips, hesitating. It had a fairly pungent odor. He took a swig anyways, just to be sure.
As he tried to ignore the fact that his throat was on fire, he looked around. Where the hell was everyone?