Politics and Gossip [Zane Vermillion]
Posted: 19 Mar 2014, 14:39
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
<Zane Vermillion> Sitting down at the bar he smiles over at Elliot, a small smile on his face as he fixes his new grey jacket making sure there isn't the slightest disturbance on it. Sitting up straight and looking around the place with new eyes he thinks to himself. Well I died but came back something else. Ghouls ghosts and goblins all real. "Hello there Sire, it's good to see you. I would like to tell you I proudly didn't kill anyone in my lust for blood and have been keeping on the path for good. Did you know they sell blood packs at the store? I have been finding those pretty useful even if it's not the same as biting into the neck of a human." Faking a shiver he laughs a bit before looking at the drinks with a sigh. "I will miss the stuff though, harder to drown your worries away when you are like this. "Oh crap!" He looks around from side to side and then lets out a sigh of releif. "Gotta watch my tongue here.. Sorry got too excited. Damn though, how careless of me."
<Elliot d’Artois> It was the same time, really, as it had been the first night that Elliot had met Zane. He tossed the tea-towel over his shoulder and glanced left and right as soon as Zane called him 'sire'; the same greeting he'd heard from Cytherea not long beforehand. When Elliot ascertained no-one was listening, he calmly placed his palms against the sink and leaned forward, one ankle crossing over the other. The shirt he was wearing was red, tonight - still button-up and collared, still rolled to his elbows. Elliot nodded. "Pretty sure I told you about the black market stores the first night," he said. He distinctly remembered it. He smiled, though: "I forgive you - it was a big night, you were bound to have forgotten certain things," he said.
<Zane Vermillion> A light chuckle escaping then as Elliot tells him that he is forgiven. His mind wandering with all sorts of things he wants to tell him as well as ask him. Closing his eyes then he looks around once more. "I learned a neat trick by the way, I was walking on water. It was pretty cool.I felt like jesus. I even did the whole act from the bible." Laughing a bit he shakes his head once again before opening his eyes and leaning closer. "I found the quarantined zone and guess what I found?"
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot laughed, too. Zane's excitement was a breath of fresh air - there were so many whom he had turned who weren't so enthusiastic or excited. Instead they blamed him, and their accusation filled him with guilt that he would never be free of. He was relieved to see Zane so happy, and he'd like to keep the guy from discovered the dark, twisted bitterness that seemed to be the core of this city. He leaned forward a little more to make sure the conversation was just between them: "Zombies?" he asked, and then added hastily: "Walking on water is all well and good but just don't be seen, okay? I wouldn't want you to get yourself killed by those in this city who think they are all righteous and holy."
<Zane Vermillion> "I was sure nobody was looking Elliot. Not a human in sight as far as the eye could see. I just had to do it when I tried it out, it was awesome. I think I spent a good time just walking on it." Laughing lightly a smile lighting his face he shrugs a bit. "The answer was zombies that's correct, you still drink right? Want to have a scotch for me?" Looking around he gives his shoulders a shrug. "I tried fighting a feral vampire earlier.. I am glad I was faster then it and could run away."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot chuckled under his breath and nodded. "Before you know it, you'll be slaughtering the monsters left, right, and centre," he said. Elliot had not long since come to terms with his own abilities; that he could kill any monster that faced him, almost, and he could do it easily. And he enjoyed it, too, though that was something he wouldn't admit to anyone. He leaned down below the counter and retrieved a bottle that looked like red wine, but it wasn't. It was one of Ariadne's special brands of blood, hidden in a cabinet that only the staff in the know had access to. Elliot poured the blood into a cognac glass, pushing it over to Zane. "Give this a go. Ariadne is a colleague, of sorts - she owns Arbor Vitae winery. She has all sorts of ah... specialized blood," he said. Elliot didn't ever ask how she procured the blood. He preferred not to know.
<Zane Vermillion> Looking at the wine bottle he purses his lips for a long moment reaching out he takes the glass swirling it around slowly. He looks into the glass for a long moment suddenly remembering that night he brings the glass up to his nose inhaling the liquid slowly, before letting out a stuttering breath. "Oh it definately passes the smell test.. " wetting his lips then he gulps before bringing the glass to his lips and carefully taking a long sip, showing some self control though he puts the glass down whistling. "Taste test too. How is it made do you know or is it some deep vampire secret that goes back thousands of years.?" Chucking a bit he takes the glass quickly and takes another sip.
<Elliot d’Artois> "I have no idea," Elliot said. The blood had to be kept at a moderated temperature, and was always delivered the same way. He himself had only been able to try it in the beginning, but since that had completely forgotten. "I don't particularly want to ask," he admitted. He got a vision of some human farm somewhere, where blood was taken periodically from the vein. He hoped it was just a blood giving service that people came to willingly, under some guise. While Zane tasted the blood, Elliot procured a glass for himself. He didn't pour Scotch, though. He poured Whiskey instead - his poison of choice.
<Zane Vermillion> Finishing his glass he closes his eyes, savoring the aftertaste for a moment before placing the glass down and rubbing his stomach. "Couldn't drink another drop, thank you for that. "Opening his eyes slowly he looks around slowly and carefully before speaking in a low voice. "One day we should go out hunting monsters together, it would be fun to see how a pro does the job. I am sure you could handle a feral vampire. Maybe you can introduce me to some of the family or something too. Would be nice to do something together if you wanted to." Taking off his jacket he places it down revealing the black shirt underneath. "Clothing is getting expensive, tempted to fight in the nude to be honest with you. I bought my clothes in bulk though. So I shouldn't have to buy anymore for a while... Maybe, at this rate I am going to be having to make another trip sooner then I expected."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot nodded. It wasn't a bad idea. He'd given Zane the weaponry, but hadn't taught him how to use it properly. Elliot himself had picked it up on his own, bit by bit. He was sure his swordplay was sloppy, but it now felt as if that sword were an extension of his own arm, and when he fought, it was trance-like. Frenzied, even. He got the job done, regardless. "There's a forum you can go to," Elliot said, in regards to family. "A Crownet forum. If you go say hello there, you can organise to meet a few people yourself," he said. "But you are right. I'm pretty... slack. I should try and organise a get-together. We're a.... disparate group," he said with a wry smile. It used to be a matter of high regret to Elliot - yet another thing he blamed himself for. But he could hardly control other people, and if they didn't want to stick around or try to be social, then there was nothing that he could do. "But yes. We can go slaughter a few things. Could be fun."
‹<Zane Vermillion> › Zane listened to Elliot closely as he mentioned the forum and gave his head a slight nod. He would do just that in the future. He really wanted to meet up with more family and get to know them, he was just very curious to see what they were all like. Closing his eyes he let out a little laugh as all he could think of is more vampires like Elliot. "Is the rest of the family as nice as you?" He asked, curiousity dripping from his words. He shook his head then when Elliot said he was slack. "No it's fine, if you don't want to trouble yourself getting something together then don't. I am sure I can be a big boy and meet them on my own." He thought for a moment about slaughtering things with his sire knowing it would be fun. "Yeah it would be very fun, perhaps we can schedual it in the next time we meet up. Not quite sure I have the energy to go out and do it tonight, just feeling a little lazy." He thought for a long moment then, just sitting there tapping his fingers on the table. What did he want to do right now... Something lazy but he wants to spend time with his Sire. "Well.. Why don't we spend the rest of the night educating me? I am thirsty for knowledge and you are a fountain for it. Tell me about the dangers of the world in a little more detail?"
<Elliot d’Artois> "Hell, no," Elliot said in reply. Sure, yeah, there were some in the family who were nice. But there were also reasons why Elliot avoided them, sometimes. They were so full of drama. He laughed, and then shook his head. "No, well, if they like you, they're fine. I'll introduce you to Pi, for sure - she's my ah..." he coughed, "...better half. And the woman who sired me. Reilly is probably as nice if not nicer than I am. Asteria and Aidan most of the time come as a pair - Asteria probably more approachable than Aidan, but again - if she likes you, you're fine. Jia! Jia is a happy thing. You definitely have to meet her..." Elliot rambled. Again, he laughed. "So I suppose it was a lie. They're all pretty great. You just need to force them to come out and play," he added. He nodded, happy to organise some slaughtering for the next time. It seemed as if Zane were willing to settle in for a nice long conversation. Elliot nodded to this, too - he called to one of the other bartenders and said he was going to go have a break, and gestured to one of the booths, indicating that he and Zane should sit in private. When properly seated, Elliot answered: "Well, tell me about the dangers you already know about first, and then we'll go from there," he said.
‹<Zane Vermillion> › He was a bit surprised by the aggressive no but it only made him all the more curious as to what they are like. He bit his lip though hoping they would like him, he will need to make a good first impression so he can get on the family's good side. If they are just fine if they like him he doesn't want to know what they are like if they don't. A small smile curved his lips though at the mention of being introduced to his better half. "Why the cough? Something else about Pi? I can't wait to meet her though, especially since she is your sire. She must be a very poud of you, you seem like a very successful man." He listened as he noted all the names in his head, picking out some people he really wants to meet one of them being Jia. "Yeah, I will bug them later and tell them I want to meet with them." Getting up he followed Elliot into the booth and sat down. He thought for a long moment before looking towards the door. "Honestly not much, I know zombies and feral vampires can be dangerous but I can handle them pretty easily now. Other then that.. Nothing really specific, I know some vampires might be dangerous and probably some humans as well. It's why I want a more in depth explanation of it all."
<Elliot d’Artois> "Yes and no. Pi has a different of success than you might. We have some very different views on specific things. But more about that later," Elliot said. There was a whole gamut of bad and uglies in this city that Zane had yet to learn about, and Elliot ticked over them all in his head before he took a breath and started to explain. "Right, well. In the sewers you'll get the Hunters and the Paladins. They all think Vampires are evil demons that deserve to go to hell, and won't budge on their opinion. Best to just kill them rather than try to question them - I've tried that. It didn't work. In the catacombs up North West of the city, and the Mausoleum - I have an apartment there I'll give you a key for, too - there are the Mooncalves. Big ******* ugly creatures that look like a science experiment gone wrong. The ancient zombies - like regular zombies, but older. Tougher. Every now and again, in random places, you might come across a Fadebeast. They're like something out of Lord of the Rings - you know, Balrog? Made up of old flesh and stitched together with shadows. Probably a little more suave than the Moonies. Fadebeasts are born when two vampires bump uglies without protection. No pretty sparkly vampires are born, just monster that tear their way from the torso. So avoid that, if you can. Got all that? Want me to keep going?" Elliot laughed.
‹<Zane Vermillion> › Zane listened intently noting that Paladins and Hunters need to be killed on sight and if he isn't strong enough to run like his life depends on it because it probably will. He was ready to accept that some people would hate him just because he was a vampire. He also notes that he has a safe place to stay for the day if he ever decides to go hunting ancient zombies and.. Mooncalves.. Sound like some demonic cow or something. He really wanted to see one now and would probably take the time to go out and test his might against one, just so he knows what they really look like. He laughs a bit as Elliot says bump uglies but also realizes it's no laughing matter. He will have to be careful about that in the future if he ever finds a vampire who he would like to spend eternity with. "Yeah I got it all just wondering how we die and what happens when we die. Is it all over or can you take the ashes of a fallen vampire and ressurect them? I think I seen that in a movie somewhere I know it's probably bs but.. Just as an example"
<Elliot d’Artois> "We can die, sure. We can come back, too. Some people choose not to, I suppose. I've never been there. Different paths die in different ways. Most disperse into ash. Most come back, waking up in the morgue. Don't ask me how it works, it's just really strange. Unless you're a Mystic. Mystics seem to come back in different bodies - they look different. There's probably a whole philosophy behind it," he said, pondering, almost ready to delve into an in depth philosophical discussion about the soul and the physicality of the body - or is anything physical at all, ever? "As far as I'm aware you have to find a door that'll bring you back to the real world. But I'll give you a tip," Elliot said, leaning in conspiratorially. "You just ... not die," he said with a grin and a wink.
‹<Zane Vermillion> › He leans in towards Elliot his curiousity peaked and was barely blinking at all. Taking in every word the man said each one a treasure cove of knowledge to him. He wondered if he would turn into ash if he ever died, he hope he never had to go through the misfortune of dying. It was a bit of a relief though knowing that he would come back to life if he found some door. He suddenly was very glad he wasn't a mystic, it would suck so much to come back in a different body. Where would that body of come from anyways? Just some random fresh body in the morgue? That really isn't for him. As soon as Elliot said he would give him a tip and leaned in he also leaned closer towards Elliot expecting some amazing trick to be told. "Huh?" He sat there a little dumbfounded before a smile lit his face and he laughed lightly. "Good one, don't worry I don't plan on dying anyways."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot nodded, glad that Zane didn't plan on dying. Though sometimes, given the assholes who liked to patrol the streets (and the Crownet), sometimes dying isn't part of the plan, but it ends up happening anyway. "Well, to that end, I can recommend a few things. Don't ever be seen feeding. Or performing any....tricks. Don't do anything in large crowds that'll give you away for what you are because if someone sees you who shouldn't, you'll be in a world of trouble. They'll hunt you down and they will kill you. I don't agree with it. At all," Elliot said, a hard edge to his voice - one of the vital things that he and Pi disagreed on. "I'll be stubborn sometimes and will do small things. Like wear a t-shirt in the height of Winter, because I can," he said with a laugh. "But in the grand scheme of things, best just to stay off their radar. It's a gang, called Tytonidae. They relish killing people for breaking the Masquerade," Elliot explained.
‹<Zane Vermillion> › Zane nodded slowly, he already knew not to break the Masquerade. It would be very dangerous if someone found out about him and gossip would spread quickly and soon every baddie out there would be hunting him. He closed his eyes and imagined the entire city chasing after him with torches and pitchforks and shivered visibly. "Yeah, it's a shame we can't do things because we can. I can imagine I will have to watch out, walking on water could get dangerous at times even though I love to do it." He furrowed his brows though as he mention the Tytonidae again. "Can you tell me how they go about doing it? Do they go out in a group or come after you one at a time.. Tell me more about this Tytonidae group.."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot nodded. He remembered, now, that he had already warned Zane about not breaking the Masquerade. But one couldn't be too careful. He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes, staring into space for a second or two before recalling the things that Elliot himself had learned about how Tytonidae hunt. "They hunt in a big group. They have all sorts - they have trackers and telepaths, and they have wraiths. Meaning they have near inexhaustible energy and resources to track you down - no matter how safe you think you are, hidden at home - and kill you. They teleport you out, to some deserted place. And then they slaughter you like a prize cow," he said. Yeah, that was about how it worked.
<Zane Vermillion> Sitting down at the bar he smiles over at Elliot, a small smile on his face as he fixes his new grey jacket making sure there isn't the slightest disturbance on it. Sitting up straight and looking around the place with new eyes he thinks to himself. Well I died but came back something else. Ghouls ghosts and goblins all real. "Hello there Sire, it's good to see you. I would like to tell you I proudly didn't kill anyone in my lust for blood and have been keeping on the path for good. Did you know they sell blood packs at the store? I have been finding those pretty useful even if it's not the same as biting into the neck of a human." Faking a shiver he laughs a bit before looking at the drinks with a sigh. "I will miss the stuff though, harder to drown your worries away when you are like this. "Oh crap!" He looks around from side to side and then lets out a sigh of releif. "Gotta watch my tongue here.. Sorry got too excited. Damn though, how careless of me."
<Elliot d’Artois> It was the same time, really, as it had been the first night that Elliot had met Zane. He tossed the tea-towel over his shoulder and glanced left and right as soon as Zane called him 'sire'; the same greeting he'd heard from Cytherea not long beforehand. When Elliot ascertained no-one was listening, he calmly placed his palms against the sink and leaned forward, one ankle crossing over the other. The shirt he was wearing was red, tonight - still button-up and collared, still rolled to his elbows. Elliot nodded. "Pretty sure I told you about the black market stores the first night," he said. He distinctly remembered it. He smiled, though: "I forgive you - it was a big night, you were bound to have forgotten certain things," he said.
<Zane Vermillion> A light chuckle escaping then as Elliot tells him that he is forgiven. His mind wandering with all sorts of things he wants to tell him as well as ask him. Closing his eyes then he looks around once more. "I learned a neat trick by the way, I was walking on water. It was pretty cool.I felt like jesus. I even did the whole act from the bible." Laughing a bit he shakes his head once again before opening his eyes and leaning closer. "I found the quarantined zone and guess what I found?"
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot laughed, too. Zane's excitement was a breath of fresh air - there were so many whom he had turned who weren't so enthusiastic or excited. Instead they blamed him, and their accusation filled him with guilt that he would never be free of. He was relieved to see Zane so happy, and he'd like to keep the guy from discovered the dark, twisted bitterness that seemed to be the core of this city. He leaned forward a little more to make sure the conversation was just between them: "Zombies?" he asked, and then added hastily: "Walking on water is all well and good but just don't be seen, okay? I wouldn't want you to get yourself killed by those in this city who think they are all righteous and holy."
<Zane Vermillion> "I was sure nobody was looking Elliot. Not a human in sight as far as the eye could see. I just had to do it when I tried it out, it was awesome. I think I spent a good time just walking on it." Laughing lightly a smile lighting his face he shrugs a bit. "The answer was zombies that's correct, you still drink right? Want to have a scotch for me?" Looking around he gives his shoulders a shrug. "I tried fighting a feral vampire earlier.. I am glad I was faster then it and could run away."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot chuckled under his breath and nodded. "Before you know it, you'll be slaughtering the monsters left, right, and centre," he said. Elliot had not long since come to terms with his own abilities; that he could kill any monster that faced him, almost, and he could do it easily. And he enjoyed it, too, though that was something he wouldn't admit to anyone. He leaned down below the counter and retrieved a bottle that looked like red wine, but it wasn't. It was one of Ariadne's special brands of blood, hidden in a cabinet that only the staff in the know had access to. Elliot poured the blood into a cognac glass, pushing it over to Zane. "Give this a go. Ariadne is a colleague, of sorts - she owns Arbor Vitae winery. She has all sorts of ah... specialized blood," he said. Elliot didn't ever ask how she procured the blood. He preferred not to know.
<Zane Vermillion> Looking at the wine bottle he purses his lips for a long moment reaching out he takes the glass swirling it around slowly. He looks into the glass for a long moment suddenly remembering that night he brings the glass up to his nose inhaling the liquid slowly, before letting out a stuttering breath. "Oh it definately passes the smell test.. " wetting his lips then he gulps before bringing the glass to his lips and carefully taking a long sip, showing some self control though he puts the glass down whistling. "Taste test too. How is it made do you know or is it some deep vampire secret that goes back thousands of years.?" Chucking a bit he takes the glass quickly and takes another sip.
<Elliot d’Artois> "I have no idea," Elliot said. The blood had to be kept at a moderated temperature, and was always delivered the same way. He himself had only been able to try it in the beginning, but since that had completely forgotten. "I don't particularly want to ask," he admitted. He got a vision of some human farm somewhere, where blood was taken periodically from the vein. He hoped it was just a blood giving service that people came to willingly, under some guise. While Zane tasted the blood, Elliot procured a glass for himself. He didn't pour Scotch, though. He poured Whiskey instead - his poison of choice.
<Zane Vermillion> Finishing his glass he closes his eyes, savoring the aftertaste for a moment before placing the glass down and rubbing his stomach. "Couldn't drink another drop, thank you for that. "Opening his eyes slowly he looks around slowly and carefully before speaking in a low voice. "One day we should go out hunting monsters together, it would be fun to see how a pro does the job. I am sure you could handle a feral vampire. Maybe you can introduce me to some of the family or something too. Would be nice to do something together if you wanted to." Taking off his jacket he places it down revealing the black shirt underneath. "Clothing is getting expensive, tempted to fight in the nude to be honest with you. I bought my clothes in bulk though. So I shouldn't have to buy anymore for a while... Maybe, at this rate I am going to be having to make another trip sooner then I expected."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot nodded. It wasn't a bad idea. He'd given Zane the weaponry, but hadn't taught him how to use it properly. Elliot himself had picked it up on his own, bit by bit. He was sure his swordplay was sloppy, but it now felt as if that sword were an extension of his own arm, and when he fought, it was trance-like. Frenzied, even. He got the job done, regardless. "There's a forum you can go to," Elliot said, in regards to family. "A Crownet forum. If you go say hello there, you can organise to meet a few people yourself," he said. "But you are right. I'm pretty... slack. I should try and organise a get-together. We're a.... disparate group," he said with a wry smile. It used to be a matter of high regret to Elliot - yet another thing he blamed himself for. But he could hardly control other people, and if they didn't want to stick around or try to be social, then there was nothing that he could do. "But yes. We can go slaughter a few things. Could be fun."
‹<Zane Vermillion> › Zane listened to Elliot closely as he mentioned the forum and gave his head a slight nod. He would do just that in the future. He really wanted to meet up with more family and get to know them, he was just very curious to see what they were all like. Closing his eyes he let out a little laugh as all he could think of is more vampires like Elliot. "Is the rest of the family as nice as you?" He asked, curiousity dripping from his words. He shook his head then when Elliot said he was slack. "No it's fine, if you don't want to trouble yourself getting something together then don't. I am sure I can be a big boy and meet them on my own." He thought for a moment about slaughtering things with his sire knowing it would be fun. "Yeah it would be very fun, perhaps we can schedual it in the next time we meet up. Not quite sure I have the energy to go out and do it tonight, just feeling a little lazy." He thought for a long moment then, just sitting there tapping his fingers on the table. What did he want to do right now... Something lazy but he wants to spend time with his Sire. "Well.. Why don't we spend the rest of the night educating me? I am thirsty for knowledge and you are a fountain for it. Tell me about the dangers of the world in a little more detail?"
<Elliot d’Artois> "Hell, no," Elliot said in reply. Sure, yeah, there were some in the family who were nice. But there were also reasons why Elliot avoided them, sometimes. They were so full of drama. He laughed, and then shook his head. "No, well, if they like you, they're fine. I'll introduce you to Pi, for sure - she's my ah..." he coughed, "...better half. And the woman who sired me. Reilly is probably as nice if not nicer than I am. Asteria and Aidan most of the time come as a pair - Asteria probably more approachable than Aidan, but again - if she likes you, you're fine. Jia! Jia is a happy thing. You definitely have to meet her..." Elliot rambled. Again, he laughed. "So I suppose it was a lie. They're all pretty great. You just need to force them to come out and play," he added. He nodded, happy to organise some slaughtering for the next time. It seemed as if Zane were willing to settle in for a nice long conversation. Elliot nodded to this, too - he called to one of the other bartenders and said he was going to go have a break, and gestured to one of the booths, indicating that he and Zane should sit in private. When properly seated, Elliot answered: "Well, tell me about the dangers you already know about first, and then we'll go from there," he said.
‹<Zane Vermillion> › He was a bit surprised by the aggressive no but it only made him all the more curious as to what they are like. He bit his lip though hoping they would like him, he will need to make a good first impression so he can get on the family's good side. If they are just fine if they like him he doesn't want to know what they are like if they don't. A small smile curved his lips though at the mention of being introduced to his better half. "Why the cough? Something else about Pi? I can't wait to meet her though, especially since she is your sire. She must be a very poud of you, you seem like a very successful man." He listened as he noted all the names in his head, picking out some people he really wants to meet one of them being Jia. "Yeah, I will bug them later and tell them I want to meet with them." Getting up he followed Elliot into the booth and sat down. He thought for a long moment before looking towards the door. "Honestly not much, I know zombies and feral vampires can be dangerous but I can handle them pretty easily now. Other then that.. Nothing really specific, I know some vampires might be dangerous and probably some humans as well. It's why I want a more in depth explanation of it all."
<Elliot d’Artois> "Yes and no. Pi has a different of success than you might. We have some very different views on specific things. But more about that later," Elliot said. There was a whole gamut of bad and uglies in this city that Zane had yet to learn about, and Elliot ticked over them all in his head before he took a breath and started to explain. "Right, well. In the sewers you'll get the Hunters and the Paladins. They all think Vampires are evil demons that deserve to go to hell, and won't budge on their opinion. Best to just kill them rather than try to question them - I've tried that. It didn't work. In the catacombs up North West of the city, and the Mausoleum - I have an apartment there I'll give you a key for, too - there are the Mooncalves. Big ******* ugly creatures that look like a science experiment gone wrong. The ancient zombies - like regular zombies, but older. Tougher. Every now and again, in random places, you might come across a Fadebeast. They're like something out of Lord of the Rings - you know, Balrog? Made up of old flesh and stitched together with shadows. Probably a little more suave than the Moonies. Fadebeasts are born when two vampires bump uglies without protection. No pretty sparkly vampires are born, just monster that tear their way from the torso. So avoid that, if you can. Got all that? Want me to keep going?" Elliot laughed.
‹<Zane Vermillion> › Zane listened intently noting that Paladins and Hunters need to be killed on sight and if he isn't strong enough to run like his life depends on it because it probably will. He was ready to accept that some people would hate him just because he was a vampire. He also notes that he has a safe place to stay for the day if he ever decides to go hunting ancient zombies and.. Mooncalves.. Sound like some demonic cow or something. He really wanted to see one now and would probably take the time to go out and test his might against one, just so he knows what they really look like. He laughs a bit as Elliot says bump uglies but also realizes it's no laughing matter. He will have to be careful about that in the future if he ever finds a vampire who he would like to spend eternity with. "Yeah I got it all just wondering how we die and what happens when we die. Is it all over or can you take the ashes of a fallen vampire and ressurect them? I think I seen that in a movie somewhere I know it's probably bs but.. Just as an example"
<Elliot d’Artois> "We can die, sure. We can come back, too. Some people choose not to, I suppose. I've never been there. Different paths die in different ways. Most disperse into ash. Most come back, waking up in the morgue. Don't ask me how it works, it's just really strange. Unless you're a Mystic. Mystics seem to come back in different bodies - they look different. There's probably a whole philosophy behind it," he said, pondering, almost ready to delve into an in depth philosophical discussion about the soul and the physicality of the body - or is anything physical at all, ever? "As far as I'm aware you have to find a door that'll bring you back to the real world. But I'll give you a tip," Elliot said, leaning in conspiratorially. "You just ... not die," he said with a grin and a wink.
‹<Zane Vermillion> › He leans in towards Elliot his curiousity peaked and was barely blinking at all. Taking in every word the man said each one a treasure cove of knowledge to him. He wondered if he would turn into ash if he ever died, he hope he never had to go through the misfortune of dying. It was a bit of a relief though knowing that he would come back to life if he found some door. He suddenly was very glad he wasn't a mystic, it would suck so much to come back in a different body. Where would that body of come from anyways? Just some random fresh body in the morgue? That really isn't for him. As soon as Elliot said he would give him a tip and leaned in he also leaned closer towards Elliot expecting some amazing trick to be told. "Huh?" He sat there a little dumbfounded before a smile lit his face and he laughed lightly. "Good one, don't worry I don't plan on dying anyways."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot nodded, glad that Zane didn't plan on dying. Though sometimes, given the assholes who liked to patrol the streets (and the Crownet), sometimes dying isn't part of the plan, but it ends up happening anyway. "Well, to that end, I can recommend a few things. Don't ever be seen feeding. Or performing any....tricks. Don't do anything in large crowds that'll give you away for what you are because if someone sees you who shouldn't, you'll be in a world of trouble. They'll hunt you down and they will kill you. I don't agree with it. At all," Elliot said, a hard edge to his voice - one of the vital things that he and Pi disagreed on. "I'll be stubborn sometimes and will do small things. Like wear a t-shirt in the height of Winter, because I can," he said with a laugh. "But in the grand scheme of things, best just to stay off their radar. It's a gang, called Tytonidae. They relish killing people for breaking the Masquerade," Elliot explained.
‹<Zane Vermillion> › Zane nodded slowly, he already knew not to break the Masquerade. It would be very dangerous if someone found out about him and gossip would spread quickly and soon every baddie out there would be hunting him. He closed his eyes and imagined the entire city chasing after him with torches and pitchforks and shivered visibly. "Yeah, it's a shame we can't do things because we can. I can imagine I will have to watch out, walking on water could get dangerous at times even though I love to do it." He furrowed his brows though as he mention the Tytonidae again. "Can you tell me how they go about doing it? Do they go out in a group or come after you one at a time.. Tell me more about this Tytonidae group.."
<Elliot d’Artois> Elliot nodded. He remembered, now, that he had already warned Zane about not breaking the Masquerade. But one couldn't be too careful. He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes, staring into space for a second or two before recalling the things that Elliot himself had learned about how Tytonidae hunt. "They hunt in a big group. They have all sorts - they have trackers and telepaths, and they have wraiths. Meaning they have near inexhaustible energy and resources to track you down - no matter how safe you think you are, hidden at home - and kill you. They teleport you out, to some deserted place. And then they slaughter you like a prize cow," he said. Yeah, that was about how it worked.