Stop Your Chariot [Open]

[Mason]

Mason heard the woman response, no trouble at all she'd said. Mason nodded towards her with a smile, "Good to know." she answered honestly. The woman even half smirked when asking what kind of sketchy she was talking about. The man had remained silent for awhile now, well, compared to Masons almost non-stop talking by this point. Only asking now for her to talk inside, his hand had adjusted on the hammer, looser, less...volatile she supposed. She smiled at him and shrugged, "Sure," she answered stepping in swiftly and turning off to one side just to ensure he didn't attempt to pull her sword from her back as she passed through, and then answering the question that the other woman had posed.

"Pretty average height fella, about, uh, 5'11" maybe. Wore a hoodie, presumably wore contacts cause I believe I saw snake eyes. There was a rather unnaturally shaped lump right here," she gestured to where the hand pocket for most hoodies were, "Awfully got place for a pistol. Looked like he had blood on his face and was constantly moving about, bit pale, heavily built. Tattoo of some kind of snake on his neck." she gestured to the spot, although her own neck was covered in tattoos. Actually, now that the light might be a bit easier, it would probably be noticeable that short of her actual head, a lot of her had tattoos of a variety of designs. Crawling onto her hands and down her knees to her boots. A personal fascination of hers. She hadn't actually noticed just yet those on Audric.


Her mind had drifted a little bit, of course, the vampire was gone now. But hey, if he ever showed up again. All the better if they reported them and got the vampire killed yet again. She was a little more curious what the other girl, the vampire, was doing down here. And if she was here for a feeding. The sewers were a good spot to hide that if there was ever any people down here.

"Call me Mason, Or Macy, I don't care." She introduced herself grabbing a crowbar off the ground then using it to lean against the wall, preventing her clothes from getting particularly dirty, "Guess the real question, is why are you two here?" she asked with a shrug, a smile, and a glance between the two of them.

Mason was always pretty abrupt, about a lot of things really. When she was a Paladin, she had zero issue with it if it came up. She stood behind it, and she still held most of her values. Though less extreme perhaps.

She did have a wonder, a glance towards the other woman, followed be directing her eyes towards the man and back. A questioning look, trying to see if the woman was trying to feed on him. Not a prompt, not in the slightest, but a question. Mason, of course, didn't want to allow such a thing. But the more she knew about her, the easier it was to know if she was a threat to human kind, or just another vampire living their life.

[Lydia]

As the woman explained the sort of sketchy Lydia has asked about, the young vampire gave a nod. It sounded like one of those ferals her Sire had once told her about – vampires turned by accident, where something went wrong. Where the sire disappeared or abandoned it, and it turned into something worse than a wild animal. She suppressed a shudder – barely – and swallowed hard. It could have been that easy for her, too, she supposed. No one quite knew what caused such a thing, that she knew of anyway, but there were more than a few around the City, wreaking havoc and causing trouble for those of them trying desperately to stay out of it. She supposed the woman – Mason - was doing a decent service.

“I’m just trying to get home,” she answered softly, ignoring the questioning look, for now. She had no desire to feed from the towering male, even if he had challenged her. “Wandered a bit too far out of my neighborhood and thankfully found the transit. We heard a noise and he went to investigate. I followed.” She shrugged and picked at invisible lint on her shirt, her gaze taking in the man in question. She assumed he was heading home, too, but she wasn’t exactly sure why he continued to hang onto the sledgehammer, as if for dear life. Until she remembered the sword in Mason’s grip, that was.

“Any idea what time the train comes?”