02 - [location: all over] - do not say that I'll depart tomorrow; because even today I still arrive
The Brucolac is not the sort of fellow who stays home most nights. He is an active man, he likes to move and see and touch and hear, and here, in this city he has been brought to, everything is new. He has a wonderful view of the city from his moonship, but he has been to cities and cities, and he knows that he must walk her streets, must feel her pulse from the inside to truly know her (to make her his own).
Tonight, and every night, the Brucolac goes walking. Central, Speares, Osten, Shelley and Wilde, he has many new corners to explore. He walks in and out of buildings, confused at their often-emptiness. The trains fascinate him, and he rides in them, and one night on his way down from his high ship, on one of them, getting his hands dirty and enjoying goading reactions out of the Extras. He tries talking to them, tries to learn about the city from them, tries to cajole one or two into pricking a finger for him so that he can see if their blood truly does taste of dust.
Mostly, he is out and about everywhere, being nosy as all hell.
Tonight, and every night, the Brucolac goes walking. Central, Speares, Osten, Shelley and Wilde, he has many new corners to explore. He walks in and out of buildings, confused at their often-emptiness. The trains fascinate him, and he rides in them, and one night on his way down from his high ship, on one of them, getting his hands dirty and enjoying goading reactions out of the Extras. He tries talking to them, tries to learn about the city from them, tries to cajole one or two into pricking a finger for him so that he can see if their blood truly does taste of dust.
Mostly, he is out and about everywhere, being nosy as all hell.