Searching for something that isn't there... [OPEN/ACTIVE]
Characters: Vampire King Duzell and anyone
Content: Duzell tries to figure out new place by himself and find this ‘museum’ that he heard about to find a weapon to keep off the monsters.
Location: On the streets of Manhatten, corners, alleys, wherever he’s exploring about.
Time of Day: mid-afternoon early evening.
Warnings: None at the moment.
Everything stirred at each step he had taken, as if the smell of everything was alive. The vampire was slowly rustling his way through the unknown streets of this so-called ‘Manhattan,’ perhaps, finding someone that would useful to help, and at the same time, not an idiot. He had to deal with so many idiots; it was starting to become a normal thing for him. That wasn’t good, at all. The vampire was slowly passing down the path without making much of an effort. He seemed like he was gliding across the floor in the area. His dark hues fixed on the street and the path, his fingers slightly hidden in his long robes. Anyone could notice this stranger that stood out like sore thumb in the streets. The vampire king was alone again, and here to find his place., wherever here… was.
He looked for that museum place that was mentioned. A weapon would be a useful thing right now, considering someone told him it was useless to use his magic, and that he would be weakened severely if he did chose to use it. His red hues continued to scan, for familiar people, familiar faces, yet, none. He was hoping even for Sharlen, or Lassen, even if they were complete nut cases. He let out a breath, sighing.
Content: Duzell tries to figure out new place by himself and find this ‘museum’ that he heard about to find a weapon to keep off the monsters.
Location: On the streets of Manhatten, corners, alleys, wherever he’s exploring about.
Time of Day: mid-afternoon early evening.
Warnings: None at the moment.
Everything stirred at each step he had taken, as if the smell of everything was alive. The vampire was slowly rustling his way through the unknown streets of this so-called ‘Manhattan,’ perhaps, finding someone that would useful to help, and at the same time, not an idiot. He had to deal with so many idiots; it was starting to become a normal thing for him. That wasn’t good, at all. The vampire was slowly passing down the path without making much of an effort. He seemed like he was gliding across the floor in the area. His dark hues fixed on the street and the path, his fingers slightly hidden in his long robes. Anyone could notice this stranger that stood out like sore thumb in the streets. The vampire king was alone again, and here to find his place., wherever here… was.
He looked for that museum place that was mentioned. A weapon would be a useful thing right now, considering someone told him it was useless to use his magic, and that he would be weakened severely if he did chose to use it. His red hues continued to scan, for familiar people, familiar faces, yet, none. He was hoping even for Sharlen, or Lassen, even if they were complete nut cases. He let out a breath, sighing.