Goodnight // Catchall Post

[theboogieman]

Night Market.

( mostly for Coil, but we can figure something out if others are interested! )

The boys are here on a special occasion. Saoirse decided she wants something that will be here, some item or token she saw in a vision. She seems to think it will be of great use to them, and enticed them further by promising they could murder whichever undead monstrosities they'd like to on the way out.

Zhas, never one to discourage her going outside, tagged along gratefully. He dragged his brother with him, whether he wanted to go or not.

They have some time to kill at the Night Market before the main event, however. It's supposed to be a neutral ground for vampires to exchange goods, many of them magical, illegal, or both. They've been told not to harm anyone until Saoirse has what she wants... which means that all there really is to do is keep an eye on their Queen or browse the market for anything useful.

Saoirse will be fine. She's never so far away that they can't keep a watchful eye on her anyway, and she has her own collection of loyal (expendable) guards around her. The stalls that have popped up in this back-alley space are manned by a strange gathering of eccentric vampires and loyal ghouls, and all of them eye their party a little warily.


Convenience Store.

Listen. Sometimes you're out fighting vampires until 2am and forget that you were also supposed to pick up groceries while you were out. It happens. Zhas may be a freight train of destruction, but he also has to eat every once in a while.

The solution? A convenience store at a gas station.

The clerk here recognizes him. Was kind of nervous, the first time he walked in with a big, long coat and a skull painted on his face, but after a shrug and a little mumbling, he was able to make up something about a local show. Now the guy thinks he's in a metal band or something--but Zhas doesn't mind, it makes buying his food and his snacks and his cigarettes a lot easier.

And that's how a guy in full skull face-paint walked out of a convenience store with a bag full of groceries and an unlit cigarette in his mouth.


Halloween.

It's the best time of year! But amidst all the festivities on Halloween night, someone isn't dressed up.

Currently, Zhas is just a dark-skinned guy in normal clothes, with normal short dark hair and a normal face. Well, there's some blood on his face, but it's pretty much dry, now. Was probably just a bloody nose or something. With everyone as drunk as they are, no one's going to notice or think too much about it, including Zhas himself.

He is trying to read the menu outside of whatever bar this is, but it was posted unhelpfully near the actual doorway to enter--which means people are having to step around him to get in. Someone asks him to move, and he doesn't seem to notice. When they tap him, he finally looks over and steps aside, making a sloppy, round gesture out of habit. But the whole thing is forgotten a few moments later, and he goes back to contemplating whether or not he wants to actually go inside.


Punch Friends!

HEY, YOU'RE FIGHTING VAMPIRES. Where did they come from? Why are you in danger? It doesn't matter, because a skull-faced man basically barrels in to football-tackle one of them to the ground for you.

It's never a bad day to punch vampires.

Comments

[mortalcoil]

Coil is a little edgy, but it only partially has to do with the fact that he is surrounded on every side by monsters that would love to take a bite out of him if they had the chance; it's more the fact that he's surrounded by people. Crowds are not his favorite things in the world, especially when he's stuck moving through the middle of one instead of haunting the edges. Whether they're full of the living or the dead only shifts things one way or the other by a small margin.

If anything, the fact that he can tell which ones can see the glow of his eye makes it a little bit fun. He likes they way that they quietly spook and turn their attention elsewhere.

Otherwise, he's keeping Zhas close at his blind side as they wander, with his attention flicking between whichever monsters happen to be closest to him at the time, keeping an eye on their leader, and casually perusing the stalls for much-needed spell reagents.

[theboogieman]

Zhas, for once, is in a good mood. He likes getting to go on trips with his master, and doesn't feel particularly worried about their chances here. He likes scaring people who stare at them for too long, and he likes knowing that it can all be razed to the ground when they're done.

He leans over at a point to start signing to Coil, 'What are you looking for?'

He'd be happy to be another set of eyes for him. There isn't likely to be a lot that catches his interest, but he knows Coil always needs bizarre things for his particular magics.

[mortalcoil]

Coil's eye continues to drift around for long enough that it seems like he might have missed Zhas' signs altogether. But after a few seconds, attention still on the stall they're currently passing, he starts to sign through his answers. They're meandering, half of them are spelled instead of signed with something that might end up being less specific.

'Bones. Feathers. Chalk. Ink. Seeds. Beeswax.'

He ultimately ends in a vague gesture and a shrug. There's a lot.

[theboogieman]

Zhas watches, at least trying to commit those to memory... But while he had hoped to be helpful, he realizes pretty quickly that he wouldn't know where to start. He nods, but it's more to respond to the shrug than anything.

Ah, well. He thinks of signing something, the start of it barely visible as he raises his hands to "speak"... But he thinks better of it, and halfway-lowers his hands.

The phrase he finally does come up with is a pretty familiar. 'Somewhere quiet? Your choice. Whenever.'

They don't have to be out here, if Coil doesn't think it's worth it.

[mortalcoil]

Coil tries not to look too eager when he turns to glance up at Zhas' face. Trying to judge how he's feeling and what he wants to do. If he's having fun shopping and scaring vampires, Coil is happy to tag along and suffer the crowd.

But if he's done here, he wouldn't argue going somewhere where they're a little less surrounded. Either way, he doesn't give him what any normal person would consider a real answer.