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[Open] Welcome to Rivelata.

Jan 10, 2010 12:00

Who: Lestat (Damndest_prince) and Open to anyone who shows up X3
When: The night Lestat arrives.
Where: On the docks and TBA
What: Lestat awakens to find himself on a boat in some strange land. Thankfully his coffin his still with him as well as this strange book that's in his hands. What is this place? and what new adventures await the Brat Prince?

( A New Adventure Awaits... )

lestat de lioncourt, gabriel "sylar" gray, oc - molly o'reilley, !open

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ferntickled January 11 2010, 02:30:29 UTC

She hadn't planned to stay out for too long, but her friends had coaxed her to join them in celebrating a birthday well into the night. It was nearing the tenth hour when Molly finally left the house, putting her short mantle over her uniform before making her way back to the Estate ( ... )

damndest_prince January 12 2010, 00:25:50 UTC

Lestat's attention was temporarily drawn away from Sylar as he regarded this maid. He arched one of his eye brows at her dress that was a clear indication of her station here in...wherever he was.

There was something about Sylar that was keeping his attention but there was no way he was going to pass up a pretty lady either.

"Ah, good evening. Thank you I believe this man was actually about to explain exactly what's going on here, but your assistance would be very much appreciated." Lestat smiled sweetly inclining his head so his gray eyes showed just barely above his violet tinted glasses.

ferntickled January 12 2010, 00:44:21 UTC

"Oh! I do apologize for my interruption." She ducked her head down, glad the night was hiding the blush on her cheeks. Rising from her curtsy, she took a step back and folded her hands against her skirts.

Daring a second glance at him, she caught sight of his eyes briefly and the blush on her cheeks deepened. His eyes were so...odd. As though the night did not affect them at all.

"May I offer you a place to converse that is far more comfortable than the Docks, Sire?" Molly managed to inquire after a moment.

damndest_prince January 12 2010, 03:13:10 UTC

"Hmm...yes, that would be nice..." He cast a quick look Sylar's way curious if the man would follow or not. "I will also need someone to carry my..." He frowned. When Lestat really stopped to think about it, lugging his coffin around like this really wasn't good for appearances, but then again if this man sitting atop it was any indication of the inhabitants he himself was not the strangest one here.

"...baggage." Lestat finished casting another smile at the girl.

crazy4pwr January 12 2010, 04:35:44 UTC

Oh dear, a maid had decided to come. Now he supposed there were two options: 1. Stay with the two of them or 2. Leave her to almost certainly become a meal. It was a tough choice, since either way he learned something about Lestat. But Sylar supposed he could always abandon the maid to her fate later if he got bored.

"Well as she said, the first thing you should know is that this island is called Rivelata." He glanced at the maid again, just making sure she wasn't someone he knew, and luckily she didn't seem to know him either. "People like us are pulled from our worlds and trapped here. No one knows how or why."

"You should also know that if you have some sort of special ability, it might take some time to get back." Reaching down, Sylar grabbed the coffin. With the help of his Telekinesis, he lifted it like it weighed nothing. "But they do come back."

He turned his attention to the maid. "Where are we heading?"

ferntickled January 12 2010, 08:13:11 UTC

Opening her mouth, she took a moment to gauge the situation before quickly shutting it. The other man had taken care of the coffin, so she no longer had to worry about moving it. There was no way her tiny form could lift such a thing, and it would be unthinkable to ask the aristocrat to do the same.

"There is an Inn nearby," Molly pointed out, "whose owners I am well acquainted with. They will give you lodging for a day or two until you have found a more permanent residence."

It was hard for her to lead them when she was used to remaining ten paces behind for propriety. Her sense of duty was greater than her shyness, however, so through the quiet, sleeping city she led them to the Inn.

"Would either of you like for some supper to be prepared?" The maid asked them innocently as she offered Lestat his room key.

damndest_prince January 13 2010, 02:49:10 UTC

Lestat's eyebrow arched again as he watched Sylar lift his coffin. Well at least Lestat had been right about not being the strangest one here. However if it was going to take awhile for his 'powers' to come back that would be an annoyance, especially if he planned on flying out of here. Oh well best to make the best of it.

Lestat walked in silence as they headed towards the inn, taking in the night scene of the city. It didn't seem particularly busy at this hour which could prove to be quite boring but if there was some way to get to his money....his money....

"I don't suppose there's access to any sort of modern bank around here is there?" Sylar at least looked as if he was from Lestat's era so there was a good chance he knew what he was referring to. Hell if this place was actually still on terra firma in a time that was Lestat's own there was at least a chance he could access some of his funds ( ... )

crazy4pwr January 13 2010, 04:45:16 UTC

It was lucky for Sylar that the way to the inn was not busy, it meant there would be no one to recognize him. He doubted The Shepherd or Jam would have like the fact he was still alive to become public knowledge ( ... )

ferntickled January 13 2010, 05:04:53 UTC

"Banks?" Molly echoed. "We have a guild for Artisans that handles all monetary dealings but mainly people store money in safes."

From past experiences she knew when she was no longer required and through their answers she ascertained the moment to leave.
"The staff here will attend to your needs should you require something later, Sire." The maid offered politely. "And any needs you may have, too, sir."

"If that is all, then I humbly bid you both goodnight." She fell into a deep curtsy once more before tucking her mantle around her shoulders and leaving.

damndest_prince January 13 2010, 11:59:55 UTC

The frown on Lestat's face was quite obvious. Work? Him? He hadn't worked for a living in over 200 years and this man actually meant he had to start now? He pulled out his journal and flipped through it quickly and sure enough there was the money, strange though it was. He was beginning to feel more and more like he'd somehow ended up back when he was first made only with some sick twist on the whole damn thing.

"You can place that over there." Lestat said gesturing to a spot on the far side of the bed and furthest away from the window. While the coffin was quite literally air and sunlight tight he really didn't want to take anymore chances than necessary. He wasn't particularly looking forward to getting tan that quickly on this island. Hell he really didn't plan on getting tanned at all, once had been more than enough for him ( ... )

crazy4pwr January 14 2010, 03:35:46 UTC

He waited until the maid left before putting the coffin down in the general area Lestat had pointed at. He wasn't really a fan of the tone this man talked to him with though, he sounded like another one of those over-indulged elites of society. He hated people like that ( ... )

damndest_prince January 14 2010, 06:56:43 UTC

Lestat smiled allowing his mouth to fall into a brief pout as he looked at the journal now with a little more understanding. He placed to book on the covers beside him and focused his gaze back on Sylar the smile going into a grin, and since the male obviously knew what he was he didn't make a point of hiding his fangs this time around ( ... )

crazy4pwr January 15 2010, 02:49:53 UTC

"I've come in contact with a few. Selene and Jan Valentine are the ones best known around here." And they sure were different. Selene the ruthless warrior, Jan the annoying wise-ass. "If you have the choice, I'd recommend speaking to Selene if you want to make contact with your kind. Jan is a bit occupied in prison at the moment ( ... )

damndest_prince January 15 2010, 11:46:31 UTC

"Six months..." Lestat let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back on his hands from where he was sitting. He knew that six months would go by in the blink of an eye or at least for him it would feel that way. When compared to the 200 plus years he'd been around 6 months was nothing.

He looked back over at Sylar taking in the other male again. He wasn't particularly unattractive, which made him all the more appetizing, and he seemed well spoken. There was that gleam in Sylar's eye the one that would make most human's nervous but just attracted fiends such as Lestat. He smiled again deciding that Sylar might be fun to play with before taking a bite. If this Selene was going to be a problem well then, best she never finds out.

"So...you seem like you know what you're doing here....care to show me around some? If not tonight another day?"

crazy4pwr January 16 2010, 07:06:00 UTC

Show him around? That would be... a pretty bad idea. He had met a number of people and befriended them before he had started killing again. There was just too great a risk of being seen. Most believed him to be dead, and he did not want that illusion to go away. Being dead provided him with more freedom than he had ever had since arriving here.

"I wouldn't be the best for that job. I haven't been keeping up on a lot of the new developments, so I'm sure there are others much more suited to do that." He walked to the window, trying to decide how much longer he should stay here. "Just ask in the journals, someone will undoubtedly respond."

Sylar thought to himself that it probably wasn't the best idea to turn his back to a vampire, but he wasn't too worried. Lestat was a new arrival, he didn't stand a chance if he decided to attack. Besides, it wasn't like the vampire could kill him.

damndest_prince January 16 2010, 10:19:51 UTC

Besides that Lestat didn't particularly want to drain Sylar dry at least not yet. He was more intrigued to find out more about this man. Sylar seemed nervous about something though what it was Lestat couldn't quite tell. He tried to read the other man's thoughts again, but alas. He wondered what else he'd lost while coming here and he shifted his focus to a single candle on the bed side table ( ... )

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