There is a strange, bandaged man walking through the apartment complex. He stops at every open door and gazes in, not particularly caring if there's anyone in the room or not. Each time he moves on, apparently disastisfied with something.
Schwarzwald wants a room. But there are certain things he requiresA typewriter would be preferable, but if
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(For the record, it's probably the latter; as far as Nick knows, he's looking at a real, live mummy!)
So he just stands there and stares.
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Nick's head tilts a little bit and he eyes the... thing... in front of him, taking a little step back.
"Um. You can uh, check the apartment assignments in 202, and... typewriter, not sure we have any around here, at least, I haven't seen them, and..."
He blinks.
"What are you?"
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"I'm a man, just like you," he says, leaning in a bit closer. "I was a reporter. But as you can see, the truth often comes at a price!" He holds up a bandaged hand. Burned flesh is visible between the wrappings.
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But he squints at the hand presented, then, and his eyes go wide once more. "Oh," he stammers. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
Uh.
"I'm Nick Carraway, I sold bonds, and..."
He trails off, then looks down to his own bandaged hand, and holds it up in response. "Protecting the woman you love comes at a price, too." Especially when there are vampires involved!
Then he adds, in a small voice, "Even if she doesn't love you back."
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"For now, you may call me Schwarzwald," he says, nodding slightly. His smile widens slightly at the mention of a woman. "Michael Seebach had a wife," he mutters, remembering his life as a newspaper reporter. "But even those bonds must sometimes be sacrificed to get what you truly want and need."
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"Schwarzwald," he repeats, letting the name sink in. His shoulders then slouch a bit at the last comment.
Nick has no idea what he wants or needs.
... except for, you know, Nina.
But that's hardly something he wants to talk about at this current point in time, especially with someone he just met.
After a few moments of silent thought, he extends his hand to the man. "Well, Schwarzwald, welcome to the end of the Earth."
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That's what Nick's gathered, anyway.
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"A cataclysm... And there's no one who remembers what happened? No time frame for when this event occurred?" He pauses, poking at the piece of paper with his pen. "Vampires and magog? Elaborate. Are they the only ones who venture underground?" So many mysteries and so few answers...
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He eyes the paper, then, and continues on warily, "They're a danger to those who live here. We've battled them a few times - I killed a magog - and... they seem to be pretty dormant, for now. There's this one, Harth, he used to live here in the apartments until he went crazy, and he's the one who controlled the magog, he took a bunch of people hostage, and um... yeah."
It's a lot to explain.
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More scribbling. "For what purpose? Destruction? Or some greater cause?" He doesn't particularly care if he's assaulting the poor man with questions or not. After all, he has to know!
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"Personal grudge," he mutters. "Although, if I were you, I wouldn't try to dig up any details. No one really likes to talk about it." His voice is stern when he says this - he's being completely serious. With all that's going on now, he doubts that anyone wants to hear the name 'Harth' spoken again.
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