Predictably, when a guy turns in for the day, he doesn't expect to wake up like this. And he'd finally recovered enough to put himself out and get back to work again too. He should really have been used to the weirdness, but it felt like the bar just kept going up.
At least this place seemed nice enough. A field of flowers and cherry blossoms was not the worst place he's woken up. And the night air was pleasant enough. But there was that persistent feeling of something being wrong and the idea he'd be missed. He needed answers.
Arrival 3
He felt like a fledgeling again. Not in the fun "Oh this takes me back" way you would hear older people talk about, in the "Oh god I've been dropped in the deep end again" way. No inheritance, no ridiculously loyal bodyguard to guide him through a world of shadows, no shady businessman to take him under his wing. Just an apartment, free meals and rent for two months, and magic to learn...
Fuck...
Outwardly he was calm at least. He was good at calm. First step was just a matter of finding his apartment and making sure he wasn't going to die day one. Next was changing into more normal clothes. He could keep the food money for future rent money, so that was fine...the trick would be hunting and feeding. His beast was currently sated from an amazing night yesterday, but that wouldn't last. It never did, and his hunger was often not just for blood. He was a monster after all, but only physically. And keeping things on the downlow meant nobody got hurt usually.
"Maybe I should get to know my neighbors before I find my place..."
Lighting Candles
A coincidentally interesting time to arrive. Izzy smiled a little. He didn't like open flames. Really didn't. But a candle he could handle. And he had several to light. More than he could count actaully. Not all people he cared about, but all somehow related to actions he had taken. Well, one at a time.
One candle for the building, or one per floor? Probably not enough candles to account for every person. But one candle for the one person that died has he ran past. The death that caused the others. That was fitting. Half a dozen for the ghouls his thoughtlessness got killed. One for the revenant that died saving his ass because she didn't deserve that. One for his sire, gone before he even came to understand her. And one for Tim, whose funeral he couldn't even go to. Ten candles he would need to light total. Ten scary little flames to face.
Number one.
And he hasn't yet noticed the soft glow surrounding him yet.
Masquerade 1
An airship masquerade? That was new. Izzy had decided to check it out, and had to admit to liking his costume. It was a simple three-piece suit that reminded him of a butler even though he wasn't sure it was the point. Almost black, with a dark green vest and white shirt under the jacket, and a matching dark green and gold wolf mask complete with muzzle. He really liked the mask, the green being the main color with the gold as most of the furred edges and a gold rectangle in the middle. A bit on the nose, but it looked good.
Dressed the part, he slipped out to join the other guests, taking in masks and costumes and watching for someone to see about a dance with. If someone didn't approach the wolf first.
Masqerade 2
The night has been fun, so easy to get wrapped up in the spirit of things. Though his beast has been growing restless. Many sheep, and him a wolf. He was hungry, but also he shouldn't give himself away that easily. He was the cunning predator, not the bold reckless one. Always. He needed one to draw away. There.
It didn't take much to slip in behind the person on the floor and murmur in their ear. "Is there any way I can serve you tonight?"
Isidore Trengove | Vampire the Requiem | Spring
Predictably, when a guy turns in for the day, he doesn't expect to wake up like this. And he'd finally recovered enough to put himself out and get back to work again too. He should really have been used to the weirdness, but it felt like the bar just kept going up.
At least this place seemed nice enough. A field of flowers and cherry blossoms was not the worst place he's woken up. And the night air was pleasant enough. But there was that persistent feeling of something being wrong and the idea he'd be missed. He needed answers.
Arrival 3
He felt like a fledgeling again. Not in the fun "Oh this takes me back" way you would hear older people talk about, in the "Oh god I've been dropped in the deep end again" way. No inheritance, no ridiculously loyal bodyguard to guide him through a world of shadows, no shady businessman to take him under his wing. Just an apartment, free meals and rent for two months, and magic to learn...
Fuck...
Outwardly he was calm at least. He was good at calm. First step was just a matter of finding his apartment and making sure he wasn't going to die day one. Next was changing into more normal clothes. He could keep the food money for future rent money, so that was fine...the trick would be hunting and feeding. His beast was currently sated from an amazing night yesterday, but that wouldn't last. It never did, and his hunger was often not just for blood. He was a monster after all, but only physically. And keeping things on the downlow meant nobody got hurt usually.
"Maybe I should get to know my neighbors before I find my place..."
Lighting Candles
A coincidentally interesting time to arrive. Izzy smiled a little. He didn't like open flames. Really didn't. But a candle he could handle. And he had several to light. More than he could count actaully. Not all people he cared about, but all somehow related to actions he had taken. Well, one at a time.
One candle for the building, or one per floor? Probably not enough candles to account for every person. But one candle for the one person that died has he ran past. The death that caused the others. That was fitting. Half a dozen for the ghouls his thoughtlessness got killed. One for the revenant that died saving his ass because she didn't deserve that. One for his sire, gone before he even came to understand her. And one for Tim, whose funeral he couldn't even go to. Ten candles he would need to light total. Ten scary little flames to face.
Number one.
And he hasn't yet noticed the soft glow surrounding him yet.
Masquerade 1
An airship masquerade? That was new. Izzy had decided to check it out, and had to admit to liking his costume. It was a simple three-piece suit that reminded him of a butler even though he wasn't sure it was the point. Almost black, with a dark green vest and white shirt under the jacket, and a matching dark green and gold wolf mask complete with muzzle. He really liked the mask, the green being the main color with the gold as most of the furred edges and a gold rectangle in the middle. A bit on the nose, but it looked good.
Dressed the part, he slipped out to join the other guests, taking in masks and costumes and watching for someone to see about a dance with. If someone didn't approach the wolf first.
Masqerade 2
The night has been fun, so easy to get wrapped up in the spirit of things. Though his beast has been growing restless. Many sheep, and him a wolf. He was hungry, but also he shouldn't give himself away that easily. He was the cunning predator, not the bold reckless one. Always. He needed one to draw away. There.
It didn't take much to slip in behind the person on the floor and murmur in their ear. "Is there any way I can serve you tonight?"