I got with the times. I drink the kool-aid, I drink animal blood and whatever the hell else satisfies the cravings, but Monsters and Witches have such a weird, mealy texture. Doesn't suit my distinguished palate. Consider the addiction, as well, if I chow down on you magical types.
(raises an eyebrow, amused.)
And who the fuck said I needed you either? You asked if I still wanted to meet up and that's where I'm going. That's the only way we're getting outta this shithole and it's the only way I'm gonna catch a decent meal.
I hope you go into the drink with your dead buddy there and the cold water fixes whatever's wrong with your brain.
i know you're just making a bad joke but have you ever heard of a strainer? if you push the flesh down hard enough you should get some pretty smooth blood out of it. put a filter down first, don't be afraid to get pulpy with it.
anyway whatever i can be out of town pretty quick, but it doesn't help me if you don't tell me where you want to meet up.
(stares at this text message, wondering why his mouth decides now's the best time for it to water with anticoagulant. ignores 60% of it.)
Next you'll tell me to invest in some cheese cloth and squeeze all the juice out of their organs. Don't you have your own advice to take with figuring out how to be useful as a Witch?
That's as good a place to start as any, so I'll meet you there. I've been near the Bright Wall for the better part of the night, and it shouldn't be 10-15 minutes on my end. Ciao.
(sure enough, the spindly vampire will be getting his lean on at the edge of the farm's field. resting against a picket fence that's been weathered and worn down by age and neglect, hiruma sights down the scope of his m4 to check the distant tree line.)
You're a pillar of my existence, however will I go on without you.
(slaps the fucking watch back on his wrist, settling in with another lift of the gun.
nothing moving, nothing all that sinister about it. it's getting colder the closer he ventures to the backwards land beyond the city limits, but that's where the coat'll come in handy. it's all he could find—a peacoat with a fluffy fur collar, wound up tight with a scarf. with deep pockets, he can store whatever they find.
glancing back at the farmhouse, black, broken windows are charred up the frame. a fire?)
Someone hit this place already. Doesn't look recent, though.
Meandering with intent to take advantage of a lack of pressing need to hurry in his otherwise chaotic life? Perhaps. The city itself bears striking similarities to the realm of sorcerers with its architecture, so much so that he'd almost thought himself still in his home when he arrived within the wall's limits. Nostalgia isn't something that he'd allow himself to give way to under any other circumstance but he does at least still find himself wondering about his comrades, superimposing their images onto the scene of Aefenglom as he travels.
Noi... They'd failed to complete the renewal of their partnership on Blue Night; is everyone right when they say time won't pass in other worlds while he's here? They better damn well be, he thinks combatively, thumbing that mask up to finally peel it off. ]
take it easy, theres a million ways for you to pass the time that don't involve getting yourself into trouble with bandits or devils or infected zombies.
if you get turned and come after me i'll make your death quick at least.
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I got with the times. I drink the kool-aid, I drink animal blood and whatever the hell else satisfies the cravings, but Monsters and Witches have such a weird, mealy texture. Doesn't suit my distinguished palate. Consider the addiction, as well, if I chow down on you magical types.
(raises an eyebrow, amused.)
And who the fuck said I needed you either? You asked if I still wanted to meet up and that's where I'm going. That's the only way we're getting outta this shithole and it's the only way I'm gonna catch a decent meal.
I hope you go into the drink with your dead buddy there and the cold water fixes whatever's wrong with your brain.
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anyway whatever i can be out of town pretty quick, but it doesn't help me if you don't tell me where you want to meet up.
north exit? out by the old farm?
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Next you'll tell me to invest in some cheese cloth and squeeze all the juice out of their organs. Don't you have your own advice to take with figuring out how to be useful as a Witch?
That's as good a place to start as any, so I'll meet you there. I've been near the Bright Wall for the better part of the night, and it shouldn't be 10-15 minutes on my end. Ciao.
(sure enough, the spindly vampire will be getting his lean on at the edge of the farm's field. resting against a picket fence that's been weathered and worn down by age and neglect, hiruma sights down the scope of his m4 to check the distant tree line.)
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should take me about 30 minutes, i'm not even remotely close by. [ LOLLL ]
find a way to entertain yourself, or don't. i'll hurry.
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(slaps the fucking watch back on his wrist, settling in with another lift of the gun.
nothing moving, nothing all that sinister about it. it's getting colder the closer he ventures to the backwards land beyond the city limits, but that's where the coat'll come in handy. it's all he could find—a peacoat with a fluffy fur collar, wound up tight with a scarf. with deep pockets, he can store whatever they find.
glancing back at the farmhouse, black, broken windows are charred up the frame. a fire?)
Someone hit this place already. Doesn't look recent, though.
Are you fucking crawling here??
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Meandering with intent to take advantage of a lack of pressing need to hurry in his otherwise chaotic life? Perhaps. The city itself bears striking similarities to the realm of sorcerers with its architecture, so much so that he'd almost thought himself still in his home when he arrived within the wall's limits. Nostalgia isn't something that he'd allow himself to give way to under any other circumstance but he does at least still find himself wondering about his comrades, superimposing their images onto the scene of Aefenglom as he travels.
Noi... They'd failed to complete the renewal of their partnership on Blue Night; is everyone right when they say time won't pass in other worlds while he's here? They better damn well be, he thinks combatively, thumbing that mask up to finally peel it off. ]
take it easy, theres a million ways for you to pass the time that don't involve getting yourself into trouble with bandits or devils or infected zombies.
if you get turned and come after me i'll make your death quick at least.