[the Shadow is easy to follow, and purposefully so. his form glides effortlessly over walls, around corners, under doors... he would be almost impossible to follow for long if he was not a slinking beacon of energy.
they wind back up through the compound. a couple of faces look up from side rooms as they pass, but those few will not be joining them. something else snaps at them from the corner of a grand hall, but that one is restrained, chained to a desk for the safety of the rest of the group.
up ahead, a light blooms brilliantly from an open door. the light of the sun is something none of them have seen for days. Veins has to stop just short of the entryway, in the shadow of the structure, and even then his outline waivers as if threatening to disperse out of existence.
Coil can hear his Queen addressing someone, out in the sunlight. a few steps further, and the hallway opens up into a wide alley between apartment buildings. the dozen recognizable vampires who remain are sitting on parked cars or leaning on trash bins, looking haggard. Saoirse is in the very middle, flanked by two new monsters who arrived with her. she herself is wearing a beautiful red dress a few centuries out of style, her face partly obscured by a matching red parasol.
standing maybe ten, twelve feet away from her, under the protective cover of an awning, is another Life-Eater. his limbs are far longer than they should be, his teeth fit oddly in his mouth, his hair is sparse like straw, and his eyes are little more than small white dots--but he is dressed in a suit tailored to fit his disproportionately-sized body. he responds to something in a rasping voice.]
...and of course, I will lend you my full support, as agreed upon. We have been looking to expand into this territory for a very long time.
[the "gentleman" leans against one of the poles, being careful to keep his head where those in windows above will not be able to see him. Coil may be much more concerned with the number of heads that start turning in his direction, however, when they notice that something smells like fresh, human blood. there is absolutely no chance in Saoirse's polite posture as she responds to her conversation partner.]
Well, I should hardly act as if this was a difficult decision. We would much rather provide a home for our allies than let old wounds fester. It is our hope that your blood will grow strong here, for the same reasons as your own...
[politics, politics. what's a panicking vampire to do?]
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they wind back up through the compound. a couple of faces look up from side rooms as they pass, but those few will not be joining them. something else snaps at them from the corner of a grand hall, but that one is restrained, chained to a desk for the safety of the rest of the group.
up ahead, a light blooms brilliantly from an open door. the light of the sun is something none of them have seen for days. Veins has to stop just short of the entryway, in the shadow of the structure, and even then his outline waivers as if threatening to disperse out of existence.
Coil can hear his Queen addressing someone, out in the sunlight. a few steps further, and the hallway opens up into a wide alley between apartment buildings. the dozen recognizable vampires who remain are sitting on parked cars or leaning on trash bins, looking haggard. Saoirse is in the very middle, flanked by two new monsters who arrived with her. she herself is wearing a beautiful red dress a few centuries out of style, her face partly obscured by a matching red parasol.
standing maybe ten, twelve feet away from her, under the protective cover of an awning, is another Life-Eater. his limbs are far longer than they should be, his teeth fit oddly in his mouth, his hair is sparse like straw, and his eyes are little more than small white dots--but he is dressed in a suit tailored to fit his disproportionately-sized body. he responds to something in a rasping voice.]
...and of course, I will lend you my full support, as agreed upon. We have been looking to expand into this territory for a very long time.
[the "gentleman" leans against one of the poles, being careful to keep his head where those in windows above will not be able to see him. Coil may be much more concerned with the number of heads that start turning in his direction, however, when they notice that something smells like fresh, human blood. there is absolutely no chance in Saoirse's polite posture as she responds to her conversation partner.]
Well, I should hardly act as if this was a difficult decision. We would much rather provide a home for our allies than let old wounds fester. It is our hope that your blood will grow strong here, for the same reasons as your own...
[politics, politics. what's a panicking vampire to do?]