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Don’t sing if you want to want to live long... [open]
Who: Nadja and you!
What: One (1) confused vampire arrives on one (1) magical island
When: 11/4, evening
Where: The Storyteller’s Temple, the beach, the Denny
Warnings: mentions of SPOOKY VAMPIRE STUFF i.e. blood drinking
i. the temple
[Nadja wakes up in a heap of black cloaks and petticoats. She feels vaguely hungover, which is weird because the wizard incident was days ago.]
What the fuck.
[She listens to the whole rundown, feigns like she understands what’s happening, and absconds with her little bundle of supplies. When Nadja gets outside, she approaches the first few people she sees, speaking in a heavy Eastern European accent.]
Excuse me, sweet mortal, have you seen a set of men dressed like myself, probably arguing about crepe paper? Those are my idiots and I would like to collect them.
ii. the beach
[Once she’s ascertained where she is and that none of her companions, of the vampire or Guillermo persuasion, are with her...well, Nadja feels that her only recourse is to wander Ensō like the creature of the night that she is. Truth be told, she’s not actually too concerned with finding Laszlo. He’ll be fine on his own, probably. But with everything that’s happened lately, a breather from her coven is more than welcome.
Nadja hitches her skirts up around her ankles and steps just to the edge of the surf, surveying the sea. It’s a nice sea, she supposes. The vampiress’ gaze rises to the moon, and she takes a deep inhale—and lets out a long, loud, inhuman shriek like the screaming of a mountain lion.
There’s nothing wrong—it’s cathartic, actually. Making her fearsome presence known. But if one didn’t know any better they might think it’s a sound of grief. ]
iii. the denny
[Finally done prowling the beach, Nadja eventually finds herself at a building marked DENNY. She doesn’t know who this Denny is, but there is the most enticing aroma drifting out of the building, which is strange because she hasn’t found the smell of human food enticing for several centuries now.
Inside, she sidles up to the nearest stranger with a saccharine smile.]
Hi, sweet baby. Tell me please where I can find a coffin or other small, dark box, please. [she bats her lashes enticingly, and then pauses for a moment, coming up with a somewhat plausible excuse.] I need it for...storing my belongings in.
What: One (1) confused vampire arrives on one (1) magical island
When: 11/4, evening
Where: The Storyteller’s Temple, the beach, the Denny
Warnings: mentions of SPOOKY VAMPIRE STUFF i.e. blood drinking
i. the temple
[Nadja wakes up in a heap of black cloaks and petticoats. She feels vaguely hungover, which is weird because the wizard incident was days ago.]
What the fuck.
[She listens to the whole rundown, feigns like she understands what’s happening, and absconds with her little bundle of supplies. When Nadja gets outside, she approaches the first few people she sees, speaking in a heavy Eastern European accent.]
Excuse me, sweet mortal, have you seen a set of men dressed like myself, probably arguing about crepe paper? Those are my idiots and I would like to collect them.
ii. the beach
[Once she’s ascertained where she is and that none of her companions, of the vampire or Guillermo persuasion, are with her...well, Nadja feels that her only recourse is to wander Ensō like the creature of the night that she is. Truth be told, she’s not actually too concerned with finding Laszlo. He’ll be fine on his own, probably. But with everything that’s happened lately, a breather from her coven is more than welcome.
Nadja hitches her skirts up around her ankles and steps just to the edge of the surf, surveying the sea. It’s a nice sea, she supposes. The vampiress’ gaze rises to the moon, and she takes a deep inhale—and lets out a long, loud, inhuman shriek like the screaming of a mountain lion.
There’s nothing wrong—it’s cathartic, actually. Making her fearsome presence known. But if one didn’t know any better they might think it’s a sound of grief. ]
iii. the denny
[Finally done prowling the beach, Nadja eventually finds herself at a building marked DENNY. She doesn’t know who this Denny is, but there is the most enticing aroma drifting out of the building, which is strange because she hasn’t found the smell of human food enticing for several centuries now.
Inside, she sidles up to the nearest stranger with a saccharine smile.]
Hi, sweet baby. Tell me please where I can find a coffin or other small, dark box, please. [she bats her lashes enticingly, and then pauses for a moment, coming up with a somewhat plausible excuse.] I need it for...storing my belongings in.
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Coffin-house, huh? Not so much needing it for holding things now?
[Beau thinks about leaving it there, but knows she needs to ask more pointed questions, so she adds another bit.]
There's lots of empty houses around here. You're gonna need one.
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It will hold things, still! [She laughs, sidestepping the bigger question at hand.] Do I not need to fight the denizens of these houses first?
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I mean, you could, but there's a bunch of empty ones. You can just take it. Like, fight people if you want, they're just gonna fight back and it's gonna suck for you.
[Beau tilts her head to the side, doing one more quick sweep over Nadja.]
Has anyone told you what's going on here? You're not in your own world anymore.
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[Nadja raises her brows in faux-affront, and leans back, pressing a hand to her chest like she's truly offended.]
You think it would 'suck' for me, do you? What makes you say that, little one?
[She preens, though, when Beau gives her a look over.]
Of course I do. This is nothing like Staten Island.
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You just look like you're not the kind of person who would get into like, punching. Also, nobody stays dead here, so if you kill someone they're gonna come back mad as hell and kill you again, probably. Lots of weird rules like that.
[A moment's pause.]
What's a Staten Island? Assume it's a place. You're from an island?
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[She rolls her eyes.]
Welcome to my life the past 600 years. Ridiculously childish, sometimes. [Nadja grins, slow, and shakes her head.] Not from. But yes, it is where I live now. An island close by a huge city of people, where everyone is orange and loud.
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[Alright, well this is new. Beau's expression goes a little more loose, rolling her shoulders back in what's more outwardly flirty and fun.]
You look really good for six hundred. Especially from a place full of uhh, orange people. Everybody's kind of from all over around here, so it's kinda common to refer to your 'home' world, even if it's not like... the most homey thing.
[She sure wouldn't base her identity on being from Exandria, after all. But she knows about as much about the place Nadja's describing as she would about Zadash, so it doesn't matter very much.]
You seem pretty cool with the idea of people not staying dead though. Most people get really freaked out about that.
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I see. That is the common vernacular. I will try to remember.
[Nadja laughs, and leans in close to Beau, batting her long eyelashes.]
I am the one people are usually 'freaking out' about, to tell you the truth. But I won't bite, do not worry.
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Beau laughs, a little shake of her shoulders and her grin staying sly.]
Oh yeah, yeah, for sure. Unless I ask, right? Don't think it'd be the worst thing to happen to me.
[Literally does she even know about the vampire thing, because there's a 50/50 chance she really doesn't. She is just This Way around pretty women, do not pass go, do not collect $200.]
As long as you can really fuck someone up, you can uhhh, use the whole damsel in distress thing. Guys fall for it like crazy. It's dumb as hell.
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[Nadja has a tendency to err on the side of the obvious, but she's not going to explicitly out herself or anything. After all, that robs her of a potential future Twilight forest scene.]
Oh, like this? [Nadja pulls a long face.] I'm a man, I want to drink beer, ouch, ouch my balls.
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I'm a dude, I smell bad and care too much about my dick! Rah rah, let's find a sport.
[She does not know any Earth sports, but she does mime throwing a ball, as if that's going to illustrate anything.]