Anxious Deeds [MM]

[Myk]

The white-haired Vampire had only managed to walk six feet before the splash of a body was heard landing at the sewer mouth behind him. Once more, Myk became absolutely still - even the tendrils of his milky-white hair defied the air to hang around him like a heavy veil. His fingers twitched as the air stirred and swirled around him - thick, stale, and warm like yesterday’s stew. With the smell of slightly fresher oxygen came the sound of a woman’s voice, or more accurately, the same woman’s voice who had been hollering about dogs just a few moments ago. Myk turned his head to get a better look and identified her immediately. After determining that once again she was no real threat to him, he turned completely toward her, laced his hands behind his back, and bowed his head to her in greeting.

“Quite the night you’re having, no?”

A Parisian accent cloaked his words again, veiling them in shadow and mischief. His pewter eyes shone brightly in the low light, displaying that luminescent viscera that all nocturnal animals shared. There was, perhaps, this intimidating aura to him. His stance was confident, yet his left foot lingered behind his right as to give him the opportunity to run swiftly in the opposite direction. With the way his hands were behind his back, along with the illusion that his black attire gave to his athletic frame, Myk appeared to be very thin and petite despite his near 6 foot build. His feminine make-up and hip-length hair did little to give him an imposing look, either.

With the way the light spilled in behind her, the details of her features had blurred into a humanoid silhouette. However, he recalled brown hair and eyes besetting a face that was cut like a diamond. She had certainly sparkled in her own little way - though he couldn’t entirely recall why he’d been left with such an impression. Perhaps it was her age, which he had deduced to be around the mid-twenties based purely on the sight of her. It was a myth that self-discovery, experimentation, and adventure was reserved for your teenage years. The truth is, we don’t really start to know who we are until our 30s. It’s only then do our personality quirks, likes, and habits become solidified into actual traits, and not just phases that we’re going through. Although, it’s not unheard of to never grow out of this phase…

Myk’s head tilted slightly to the left again as his eyes leered toward the sewer entrance. He wondered whether the white knight would be joining them and if he’d have the foresight to close the manhole behind him.

[Segreti]

Segreti looked uncertainly at the incoming dogs. He had no desire to hurt them. And he doubted his creation of the trayonetic one would truly help them out here, well, he could have it kill the others but that felt cruel. Escape was the best choice. Seemed she agreed, ended up dropping down. He brought himself down carefully, hanging by his left hand before setting his shoes down on the ground and shaking his head at it. Pulling the manhole back over them so the dogs couldn't make their way inside.

He pulled out a handkerchief from his coat and held it over his mouth and nose trying to help tame out the smell. He glanced up to see Myk was still there, looking at them and giving his little reply, "Seems like it." he answered simply. He wasn't easily afraid. Segreti had spent quite some time in Harper Rock dealing with people of a less savory sort. However in time his ability to remote manage things became quite advantageous. Making catching him for his criminal activity extremely difficult. That, and he had some...useful friends. This man though, something was strange about him. He wasn't normal. And Segreti could see the man attacking, fleeing, or even fading into the very walls of the tunnel with a few last words in that strange accent of his.

The businessman didn't feel bad for having careful eyes on the man, they were in the sewers, anyone could be seen as a threat down here. He wandered just to what level the woman was bothered by this. She'd seem to be handling it quite fine, not at all in a terrified state by the dogs. So surely this was of no big deal. Why was he even here then? Ah well. He was here now. "Don't suppose you know these tunnels." he prompted, though he physically directed it to Lucy, he wandered if this other person would answer. They were strange enough for it.