This city has a vampire mafia now.

[camarillaprince]

Characters: camarillaprince and vatheon who wants to walk into a newly arrived, wet, v. displeased vampire.
Location: Plaza
Time: Night; some time between sunset and midnight.
Style: Any!
Status: OPEN

[ooc: Pretty much directly continuing from his app-sample! Anybody welcome to tag themselves in, in any style you want! o> I'll continue in your style, then. Just making

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[thehawks_eye]

"Hm?" Riza was actually out shopping a bit for herself - new clothes - a clip for her hair which was down right now and othere things - (Her only jacket still has some sigh of the blood - a slight discoloration around the left side of the collar and shoulder area and the clip was back home.} when she spotted the new arrival looking thoroughly drenched.

"Have you just arrived?"

[camarillaprince]

It was almost unexpected, taking a bit of the complete absurdity of the situation away, when somebody actually replied to him. LaCroix looked at the woman, almost confused for a second. "Excuse me?"

It was as good a reaction as any, though, and she actually said something that calmed him down a bit. He managed to keep his mind clear for a moment, if just because she surprised him too much. It was a bit of a blessing, though, that he wasn't thirsty, eyeing the blood on her jacket briefly.

"I... yes," he sighed, rubbed his temple, and closed his eyes briefly to focus and find the right words. "You don't happen to be able to explain this to me? This-" he failed to find a better word, or any appropriate word at all - "this place?"

[thehawks_eye]

"As far as I know, this place is called Vatheon. I'm not sure why we are here, having only arrived less than a week ago myself." She offered him a rare smile.

"We're literally underwater. You can't make the faerie go away, either and -" Here, she paused, looking at her right hand uncomfortable. She still was 100% with another tattoo on her, but pushed it aside. "-This seems to identify those like us. Who have been brought from another world."

She noticed the look, but said nothing. It would her no good, right now, to question it. Though she was taking note of everything about him - habits died hard, and if she was to protect her colonel, she needed to know everything and anything about the surroundings.

[camarillaprince]

LaCroix' shoulders sank visibly at that explanation, but he threw a glance at her hand when she showed it, and indeed, that tattoo seemed a bit too random to be used for anything but identification. He examined his own hands for the first time since he had woken up here - and then stopped dead. The fact that he found a similar one on his right arm, just below his wrist, suddenly made the woman's story a whole lot more believable, absurd as it was - but so was this entire situation.

"What is-" He cut himself off, tensing, irritation back in his voice and expression after this brief interlude of shock. "How?" he demanded sharply, too accustomed to giving orders to let it go. "How is any of this possible? You - where did you learn all this?"

The mentioning of "another world" went over his head for the moment.

hi heritto :>

[gotyourcard]

[Tsukasa merely adjusts the camera at his waist, looking down the viewfinder. Another moist inhabitant in the swells of confusion, clinging to the life-raft of rage. What a sight, really. He almost feels lucky to see this guy, but he's pretty sure the picture wouldn't turn out anyway. Still, he takes the picture

... OMG CHARMANNN. WHAT'S UP. <333 now that lj is back.

[camarillaprince]

[It takes a while for LaCroix to notice Tsukasa. He's busy still being enraged, having the situation explained by Riza... and finally, when he begins to look around to figure out the whats and wheres and hows of this place, he sees him. And then it takes only a heartbeat (figuratively speaking for him, of course) to understand what that boy is doing.

He approaches almost immediately, brisk pace, irritation written all over his face, even if his wet hair and clothes make that look a little less intimidating than it might otherwise.]

Excuse me - [except there is nothing in his voice that would indicate this is in any way heartfelt, rather on the contrary] - what do you think you are doing?

:B NOT MUCH <33

[gotyourcard]

Mmm.

[pacing backwards, he takes another snap, then looks up to finally regard the man before him.]

Charging you for the prints. I'll need to see payment before I get these back to you... But they're professionally done. The Hikari Family Studio, look that up.

[there's an obvious bored tone to his voice, flat and disinterested, like he really had better things to do. He tips his head a little, not intimidated in the least anyway. He's faced down scarier foes than a wet angry fellow.]

Welcome.

[camarillaprince]

[Here's a brief stare, irritated and all, but speechless for a second. He just- you didn't just- Oh God. Then:]

Charging me?

[A blink. This kid just... And his voice rises and tenses with anger.]

Are you honestly trying to blackmail me? Do you have any idea with whom you are dealing?

[theothersissel]

"You've been taken. We all have."

Yomiel's voice was calm and collected as he walked out of the shadows, his sunglasses glinting in what little light there was. Being immortal had its disadvantages- sleeping was literally impossible for him, and so he had always had the habit of traversing around the city when the sun finally set. He placed a hand in his pocket, gazing at LaCroix with a serious expression.

"It might seem ridiculous, but I assure, it's all real. I couldn't believe it myself at first..."

[camarillaprince]

If there was anything more disturbing than - well, just about everything that had happened so far, it had to be the sudden appearance of a stranger, one with a calm demeanour that indicated he knew exactly what this situation was all about, and the unsettling, clear message, with full understanding of how incredible this turn of events was.

LaCroix threw him a neutral look, burying his still present anger under a mask of at least collected irritation, and attention. He had vented his frustration enough, so he held back in that regard, and instead, managed to formulate a clear question, one among the dozens that were still left unanswered.

"By whom?"

[theothersissel]

Yomeil knew what it was like to hide emotions under a mask of calm - he did it all the time. It wouldn't do him any good to reveal the poisoned thoughts he had twisting inside his skull. So he set his mouth in a cool smirk, looking over the newcomer as he tried to figure out who he was.

He shrugged. "Beats me. I'm just as much in the dark as you are."

[camarillaprince]

LaCroix' first reaction was an exasperated "Wonderful!" and shaking his hands in frustration. No, nothing, nothing could make this any worse. He'd been here for long enough now to understand that this was not some trick, that it was all very real, this place around him, these people... "unusual" as the man's appearance was, to put it mildly. What he needed more than anything now and felt completely unable to get from anyone was information.

"Then what do you know?" he sighed, a little calmer, though still irritated, after a short exhale - not a physical necessity, of course, but calming nonetheless.

[mushino]

[Ginko was coming out of a shop, looking for mushi tobacco with no such luck and saw someone yelling to no one in particular. He was quite wet, and well... angry. Walking over to the man curiously, he decided to help out.]

You're in Vatheon.

[camarillaprince]

[Being directly addressed took quite a bit of LaCroix' lingering frustration away, even though it was near impossible to completely banish the irritation from his expression. He looked the man up and down briefly, but couldn't identify him either. Kine, for all he could tell. At least, there hadn't been any hostiles showing up so far.]

"Vatheon"? [frustrated exhale - or what would be one if he did breathe.] How quaint. And this means what exactly?

[mushino]

[LaCroix just gets a lineface. Forever.]

We're in a bubble in the sea, and we can't leave.

[camarillaprince]

[There is a long, blank look. Then, deadpan:]

Is that all?

[bequeathal]

Adrian had been making a point to keep to himself the past few weeks, since his father... since Alucard's return to his homeworld he had been a son without a father, a child without a teacher and a love without a lover.

But out late for an evening's stroll he came across a very familiar scent in the air; a sweet, bitter stench that could only belong to an undead. That could only ever belong to a Vampire. A full-blooded vampire, not a dirty half-caste Dhampire like himself.

Although the scent was not that of his Father, Adrian could not stop himself from following it, he had to see who it was. Maybe... it was Alucard in another form to confuse and tease him? He did so enjoy teasing him Adrian recalled with a painful nostalgia.

He approached the damp Vampire with the pale, fire-red hair and piecing eyes, sensing a terrible, dark aura radiating from him. He stood still from a distance, with hesitation plaguing his expression. His lips parted to speak, but he couldn't bring forth the words.

[camarillaprince]

It was not so much out of instinct or some sort of sixth sense, but rather mere coincidence that LaCroix turned around almost exactly in time, and caught Adrian's look. There was little chance of mistaking at whom the man's attention was directed. Even though LaCroix lacked a sense for fellow undead beings comparable to that Adrian possessed, and even though this whole place, feeling entirely so new and wrong, made it impossible for him to sense anything that he could normally sense, his eyes were still sharp enough to make out the direction of Adrian's gaze perfectly accurately.

Admittedly, the man was a bit of a peculiar imagine, even in these surroundings. Blatantly anachronistic, somehow. On the other hand, he was hardly the strangest thing LaCroix had encountered tonight. And that was why it didn't take him long to note the hesitant expression on the other man's face, replace the frown on his own with a curiously-impatiently arched brow, and cross his arms, waiting.

"Yes?" he asked, so sharp and irritated his next question

[bequeathal]

Adrian paused for a moment as that wasn't quite the reaction he was expecting. His lips parted to speak once more but the words were somehow caught in his throat, managing to pull his gaze away from the Vampire to compose himself he tried to speak once more.

"I..." he swallowed dryly "Forgive my interruption, I was drawn here and now that..." His brow furrowed, Adrian was never really very good at holding conversations. "You are new to this place, are you not? Well... I... just wanted to see if you were alright."

[ooc: Ah XD my bad, I was never sure whether he had blond or pale auburn hair!]

[camarillaprince]

There was something odd in the way this man behaved, and in his words, something that penetrated even the anger still tearing on LaCroix' rational mind. There was some sort of intent, even if its direction wasn't clear, and that actually made LaCroix stop and his anger subside a little, to replace it with a certain curiosity, and perhaps unjustified wariness.

"Yes, I am obviously new, and I guarantee you that I have no intention of remaining here any longer than absolutely necessary," he replied dryly, with a frown. After a moment, though, he sighed wearily, finally managing to fight down the Beast for the moment. In a slightly more diplomatic tone, although not quite apologetic or devoid of the usual air of arrogance and automatic assumption of authority, he said, "Nonetheless - your offer is appreciated. I do seem to be a bit... lost, Mr...?"

[haha, yeah, no worries! hell, i can't tell either, from the icons. i really need to just list it somewhere. i swear, the lighting is just horrible, lmao. i gave up even trying to figure out