The moon is setting.

Well, no, the moonship is setting. Well, no, the moonship is falling. Having hung in more or less the same position, glowing pearly at night and bone-pale by day, it is now descending toward Taxon in a steady drift. Closer than it as come before, when it dipped down to take up refugees during the Doctor's fire, closer than the ( Read more... )

The artificial sun should have been bright, even if the city beneath it was filled with shadows.

The cave was cold and dark. The buildings were empty. Just hollow spaces where the people should have been. The streets weren’t running red, so Drusilla knew that she hadn’t missed a party. Something else had happened. Something - or a someone - had ( Read more... )

When Godric wakes from his deep, dreamless sleep, he still feels tired, but other things are demanding his attention. He's hungry, and thirsty, and he has to go to the bathroom. Reluctantly sitting up in bed, he takes stock. Thanks to Eric's blood, his injuries are fully healed, some soreness lingering that will fade completely in another hour ( Read more... )

When Godric awakes, the first thought that strikes him is that something is very wrong. Everything feels, for lack of a better word, dull. The colors of his bedroom are strangely drab, and sounds that would usually be crisp and clear come to him as if he's under water. Some sounds he's used to hearing don't reach him at all. The strangest thing ( Read more... )

Tonight is a night for firsts.

First number one: The Brucolac is showing up at the front door of the nest, like a civilized person. To be fair, this is not his fault: he is with a lich, who is by definition more civilized than three normal people put together, and the Brucolac is only twice as uncivilized as the next guy, so the math was really ( Read more... )

One perk about this newer, deader Doul is that he is easier to find. There are fewer possible places that he might be and only one place that he is. Which is, a library. Dropping from his ship, the Brucolac lands on top of the building and makes his way inside from the door to the roof. Hands in pockets, he walks through the stacks, singing ( Read more... )

One moment, he is Uther Doul, a quiet, occasionally sly mercenary in the employ of Lady Petrana, and in the next, he is En-Doul. While he appears younger, it's unlikely that will be the first thing people notice. Far more shocking is that his skin is darker, no longer tanned by the salt and sea, but chymically tanned into well-crafted leather ( Read more... )

He stays out of Wilde, more or less, but not completely: he considers no district in this city closed to him, unwelcome though he may be in certain specific locations. Every now and then, in the hours before dawn when it is too late to begin a new enterprise, he would walk in and around the Hedge Maze, thinking. (The false sun didn't burn him, but ( Read more... )

((OOC: Hey guys! Here's a post for after everyone gets coralled into one room, so that we can start actually...doing a thing. Consider this post your opportunity for everyone to introduce themselves, and for conversation to happen in reaction to that. And for bitching that their evenings have been interrupted.))After the vampires are all assembled ( Read more... )

When the tablet clicks on, Enfys is still fiddling with it and only half in view; it looks like she's on the floor in the library in Wayne Manor, which probably means that the knees briefly visible on the sofa behind her belong to Bruce. When she has the tablet set up properly on the table, he isn't in view any more but she is (beaming) and it ( Read more... )