Mortality [Tierney]
Posted: 26 Feb 2018, 10:50
Lancaster
It took some time, getting used to the cold again. Even if the weather was starting to tame, it was still freezing for the Australian native – who’d not had to handle the Canadian Winter as a human yet. Any temperature was a challenge for the newly-made human, but he would never complain. Instead, he often found himself laughing when out in the weather and others out on the street looked at him like he was insane. Maybe he was, a little. They couldn’t understand what he had been through. If they did, they might let him laugh and leave their judgment at home.
Lancaster
The sun was out despite the chill and Lancaster made the most of it, too. He couldn’t wait until summer, until he could finally hike into the Canadian mountains and see it in the day time. He could finally do everything he’d intended to do when he’d human, and landed in this silly city by accident. The dogs he had on leads were not his, though he began to ponder the idea of getting one of his own. They belonged to one of his employees who’d gone on holidays, and they’d asked him if he would dog sit. He’d happily said yes.
Lancaster
He meandered from the busy part of the city toward the parklands, where he might let the dogs run around for a little bit. There were other people out walking their dogs, too – and he let loose a sigh of absolute content. He felt… normal. It felt good.
Tierney
"Calm, Stoirm." Tierney said, tugging on the lead that she knew the large white dog wasn't fond of. She, herself, didn't quite like that she needed to keep the animal on a leash, but for now, in the city, it was better. It helped her keep a better hold on her beloved pet while her shoulder was still in repair. 'Take it easy, Tier.' Her mother had encouraged her, telling her father that for once, he'd been too rough on his daughter during training. Of course, only Tierney knew that it hadn't been from training - the injury had been received by surprise. A man, a -vampire- had attacked her out of no where, and it hadn't been that damn neanderthal whom she'd helped Samson and Sawyer curb. This one had been different, older. His hair had been dark, and there'd been something, well, if Tierney knew any better, darker. It hadn't gotten only her in Wishbone. A man by the name of Alastor had been attacked and sent to the hospital, but would pull through. She knew he would.
Tierney
She'd checked all the windows and doors - there were alarms and cameras in place, and somehow, he'd gotten in without notice. Tierney didn't know what to think, really, and neither had her mother as she'd looked at the injury after Tierney'd finally showed her. She'd had worse, really. Especially after that arrogant prick, but that didn't mean it failed to hurt. "Stoirm." The name had the blanc suisse sitting down, the animal's fur blending in with the ice that covered the ground. Her lips twitched, amused, as she pulled her jacket closer to her form once they reached the park. Leaning down, she removed the leash and allowed the animal to begin roaming free, a sigh escaping past her lips as she ran immediately for a pile and dove straight in. "Strange." She muttered, shaking her head before she looked around, pausing at the sight of more dogs before she picked up a patch of snow, balling it up.
Lancaster
The park, Lancaster assumed, would be busier in summer. Even in Autumn or Spring, if there were such things in this country. There weren't too many out and about walking their dogs on this cold Winter Day -- Winter nearing its end -- but that didn't mean the park was empty. A dog as white as the snow streaked past Lancaster's two, he didn't even know their breeds. And for all their regality, they were still just dogs. And they still just wanted to play. Their tongues lolled from their mouths and they tugged on their leads; he cooed at them as he leaned down and, one after the other, released them from their binds. They ran off, headed in the same direction as the white streak. Lancaster followed at a meandering pace, pushing the sunglasses from his eyes, hoping that a scuffle wouldn't break out. He squinted -- he was still sensitive to the sun, regardless of how much he loved it.
Tierney
There was minor concern about the other dogs, not that she doubted Stoirm would fail to defend herself. Although she was getting older, and despite her health, she was as energetic as she'd been as a pup. Tierney threw the ball of snow, Stoirm returning only to run past her causing the ginger to smirk. "Menace." She called. When the two dogs drew closer, Tierney lifted her hand out to allow them to sniff her before they took off after her own. She lifted her head, then, to greet the man with them as he drew closer before her lips parted and words failed to come out. 'Vampires can't be out in the sun.' Her brain screamed at her, but she didn't pay it any mind as she felt gobsmacked. She waited until he was close enough and then lifted her hands, thrusting out her palms and sending a wave of heat in his direction. No hesitation, no warning. She didn't play around, not with the undead.
Lancaster
Lancaster was a sociable guy. He started conversations with people on the street as if he'd known them forever; and it wasn't always small talk, either. In fact, he mostly deplored small talk, and instead went straight for the heavy hitting stuff. He'd been ready to strike up such conversation with the red-head who appeared to be the owner of the white streak -- whom his own dogs seemed only willing to play with, rather than grapple with -- when he was hit by a blast of heat. Fire? Had to be something akin to fire the way it burned -- it burned through cloth and set his scarf on fire, it reached his skin and the scent of barbecued flesh reached his nose. He screamed and went down, the snow at least might provide reprieve. This... this was not something that would heal. He no longer had that power. Was he going to die here in the park? An unhappy ending after he'd only just been mesmerised by the beauty of life. "...stop!" he shouted, still groaning in quiet agony, trying his best to fling still-burning cloth from his body and burning his fingers in the process.
Tierney
Anger surged through Tierney's form as she heard the shout, her hand going to where her favored Beretta was kept underneath her jacket as she pulled it out and thumbed off the safety. "You didn't stop when you attacked me or the man you nearly killed a few days ago." As she spoke, Tierney took aim. She considered hitting him again with the heat, but when she took in the burning flesh, she hesitated. Had it ever been like that before with a vampire? Her eyebrows furrowed as she set the muzzle towards his chest. "Who the **** are you and why the **** did you attack me?" Her gaze took in the injuries. It was different, it was... wrong. This was the man who had attacked her, though. She was positive of it. She'd memorized his face in the security feed.
Lancaster
"****," Lancaster cursed. No help was going to come from this woman. Why should it? He'd finally dropped and rolled himself in the snow, though it was too late. The damage was done. She had a gun aimed in his direction and he squeezed his eyes shut. He almost wished he believed in a God so that he could pray right about now, but it would do no good. He was on his knees, head bowed, burnt palms held up in surrender. He was unarmed, and meant no one any harm. That was the irony of it, in the end. It was like his Hyde had been cut out and set free; Lancaster had never wanted to hurt anyone, and had hated that he'd been so good at it. "It wasn't me! It... he looked... looked like me but it wasn't..." he struggled to suck in air. "It wasn't me!"
Tierney
Tierney waited, her handgun still trained on the man as she considered it. The injuries were severe, she knew it, but rather than do something about it, she looked him over. 'The wounds are worse on him than they would be a vampire. Some would be healing by now.' She thought, taking note of some of the smaller, surface burns. Nothing was healing. She'd just attacked a human. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she stepped closer, keeping her aim steady. Stoirm and the other two dogs were barking, but playing. Where Tierney was the aggressor, her pet was choosing to play. "It was a damn near perfect copy then." She snarled, but reached down and healed the damage she did. "Get up, slowly." She stepped back, her freehand curling around the grip of her firearm as she waited.
Lancaster
Lancaster hadn't thought ahead to how badly he was burned or maimed he would look once he was healed; the agony was so absolute that he couldn't figure out where it was coming from, or how spread out the burn was. He could feel it when he talked, like he'd breathed it in and it had scorched the back of his throat. He could feel it when he moved, the discomfort of the denim of his jeans melted into burnt sinew and muscle. Until... it eased. He hadn't even felt her touch, but he soon became aware of the consequence. A healing touch. Thank ****. He let out a breath, and then another. The air billowed from his lips, hot in the chilled atmosphere. He hummed his relief, only slowly blinking his eyes open as he was told to slowly get up. "I think I'd really prefer to just... stay here for a second," he said. He rolled onto his back, sucking in sweet, life-giving air. The fact of his mortality, so frail and flimsy, was slowly setting in -- and he wasn't sure he had it in him to stand just yet.
Tierney
"I'd prefer not to have a rip in my shoulder, but we can't get all what we want." In the back of her mind, she was reminded that she needed to ease herself back on sarcasm and focus on being personable. This was why she preferred the internet, her hacking. She didn't mind leaving the attacking to those who were more physically inclined to do it. "The guy who attacked me, I take it I'm not his first injured that's come looking for payback?" She
Tierney
questioned, finally tucking her gun back away.
Lancaster
"No," Lancaster said, tipping his head back to watch the woman who still regarded him warily, weapon still aimed in his direction. He wasn't out of the woods yet. If he told her that he couldn't lie, would she even believe him? He knew, also, that his voice still retained some power; there were a small scratching of abilities he'd kept -- harmless, they were, but helpful in most ways. When he spoke, he was as sincere as he was ever going to get. "I myself am not immune to his rage. I'm not spared," he said. Adrenaline still surged through his veins, but once it died down he'd no doubt start to feel the cold, what with all that flesh now exposed to the atmosphere. "I'm guessing you're not a stranger to the uhm... goings on in this city?"
Tierney
"Far from it." She said, the snarl fading to a scowl as Tierney ran a hand through her curly hair. "I should probably buy you a coffee and a shirt given frostbite isn't pleasant." She looked towards Stoirm as she pounced on one of the other dogs and the second chased her. "I know that vampires are in Harper Rock. I know they've returned after ages of not being here." She flicked her safety back on, her arms folding in front of her chest as she stared down at the man she'd nearly killed. Although she was apologetic, it didn't show. Her expression was blank as she considered that there was a vampiric copy of the man running around. "First the damn evidence hacks and now this. What sort of loopy land have I stepped back into?" She muttered to herself.
Lancaster
"Evidence hacks?" Elliot asked. He wasn't much of a hacker himself, and in the last few months, years, even, as a vampire, he'd mostly been alone. He hadn't talked to many about the politics of the city, about the underground workings of it. It was a right place at the right time kind of scenario was far as the cure was concerned -- it was one thing he'd actually leaped into action for. He sat up, now, having gathered enough of his wits to do so. It also helped to no longer have a gun aimed his way. "It's a good story, I promise..." he said. He wasn't about to say no to the coffee. He stood, and let loose a wolf whistle to try to summon the dogs back to his side.
Tierney
"There's evidence hacks, and then there's email fragments to which I'm referring to." She said, a sharp whistle of her own being given to which Stoirm responded to without question. "The 'evidence' I refer to being that the government is full of **** not knowing about his kind and trying to mend the issue instead of killing them all." Tierney, truthfully, didn't feel there was need for vampires to die once they were cured. She didn't like people, she didn't bother lying about it either, but she didn't think they needed to die. Both species were considerably stupid, if it came down to it - hers and theirs. She just hunted them. "I've got time and cash. There's a decent coffee shop down the road I go to often enough."
Lancaster
To that, Lancaster frowned. The dogs rushed his feet, their noses prodding at his destroyed clothing, curious about the smell of cooked flesh that still clung to the remnants of attire. He managed to get one clipped to a lead but the other lead, unfortunately, had been ruined in the fire. He tied what was left of it to the collar and would just have to hold on tight. "It's going to be a very short conversation if you continue to have that attitude," he said, gruffly. "His kind...? Yeah, okay. Probably best if they're gone for good but not all vampires are the same. To say that they all should be eradicated it like Hitler trying to eradicate the Jews," he said. Harsh, but true.
Tierney
"I never said they were all the same, but I've been attacked enough to know I don't particularly like them." She said, looking at the lead and then offering Stoirm's out to him. "She'll listen. Use this." The white dog leaned into her side as she scratched at her back, "However, if you take into consideration the amount of careless deaths and the high amount of murders that have gone in this city, one could say they do the same to humans." Tierney worked near the river, she knew there were heads floating around there - she'd seen fishermen pull them up. "And regardless of human on human violence, it's still a contributing factor. And a significant one at that."
Lancaster
Lancaster held out a hand to wave away the offered lead. Though the two dogs were not his, he knew they would behave themselves. And he had a good enough hold on the one with the broken lead -- it was a mind over matter thing with dogs, really. She'd feel the tug of something at her neck and assume she was as strongly tethered as before. "What's still a contributing factor? I'm confused," he said. "My point is, if you stopped to talk to them before you attacked, you'd find that there are plenty of vampires out there who'd sacrifice anything for a cure. The violence in this city has nothing to do with point of view," he said. He began to walk, though wasn't really sure of the direction.
Tierney
"Vampires killing humans lifting the murder rate of the city." Tierney said, keeping Stoirm without the lead as she tucked it away. At the mention of the cure, Tierney glanced at him, "What do you know of it?" She asked, before she gave a shake of her head, "The emails I've searched through reference it. The government couldn't even keep track of all of their subjects, let alone possibly create something that fails to have any severe symptoms." She was very aware of how emails could be altered, manipulated and changed. "Which creates the entire concept of a cure moot if one considers it. People can be good or bad, vampires can be good or bad." Her father and friends would likely shoot her for saying as much, her hand reaching out to direct the man in the proper direction before following suit, Stoirm happily trotting beside her, "And you can't exactly stop and talk to someone unwilling to talk. The one I mistook you for was far from wanting to talk so much as rip me to pieces. He did rip my employee to pieces."
Lancaster
Lancaster scoffed, then grunted. Whatever he could deny, one thing was still for sure -- that thing that was out there, ripping people to pieces, was all Lancaster's fault. If he'd not stuck it out, if he'd not taken that cure and suffered through to the bitter end, that creature wouldn't be out there. "Yeah. I know about it," he said. "The cure? It's not all sunshine and roses," he added, at which point a violent shudder wracked his limbs. The adrenaline was gone. The cold was setting in. "Look, I gotta go home. Shower, put on some clothes that'll actually keep me warm. If you really want to know the whole story, meet me later. Lancaster's. Do you know it?" he asked, stopping on the path. Where he'd been so happy-go-lucky only ten minutes before, now he wasn't particularly in the mood to chat.
Tierney
Tierney eyed the man as she stopped before giving a nod of her head. She'd heard of the bar through the grapevine, been by it a few times. She'd been more of one to stick to her computer rather than go to large outings, but a story intrigued her. "I know it, yes. I'll be there." She watched Stoirm perk up as she spotted a bird to which Tierney flicked at one of her ears for. "I can meet you there late on this evening."
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It took some time, getting used to the cold again. Even if the weather was starting to tame, it was still freezing for the Australian native – who’d not had to handle the Canadian Winter as a human yet. Any temperature was a challenge for the newly-made human, but he would never complain. Instead, he often found himself laughing when out in the weather and others out on the street looked at him like he was insane. Maybe he was, a little. They couldn’t understand what he had been through. If they did, they might let him laugh and leave their judgment at home.
Lancaster
The sun was out despite the chill and Lancaster made the most of it, too. He couldn’t wait until summer, until he could finally hike into the Canadian mountains and see it in the day time. He could finally do everything he’d intended to do when he’d human, and landed in this silly city by accident. The dogs he had on leads were not his, though he began to ponder the idea of getting one of his own. They belonged to one of his employees who’d gone on holidays, and they’d asked him if he would dog sit. He’d happily said yes.
Lancaster
He meandered from the busy part of the city toward the parklands, where he might let the dogs run around for a little bit. There were other people out walking their dogs, too – and he let loose a sigh of absolute content. He felt… normal. It felt good.
Tierney
"Calm, Stoirm." Tierney said, tugging on the lead that she knew the large white dog wasn't fond of. She, herself, didn't quite like that she needed to keep the animal on a leash, but for now, in the city, it was better. It helped her keep a better hold on her beloved pet while her shoulder was still in repair. 'Take it easy, Tier.' Her mother had encouraged her, telling her father that for once, he'd been too rough on his daughter during training. Of course, only Tierney knew that it hadn't been from training - the injury had been received by surprise. A man, a -vampire- had attacked her out of no where, and it hadn't been that damn neanderthal whom she'd helped Samson and Sawyer curb. This one had been different, older. His hair had been dark, and there'd been something, well, if Tierney knew any better, darker. It hadn't gotten only her in Wishbone. A man by the name of Alastor had been attacked and sent to the hospital, but would pull through. She knew he would.
Tierney
She'd checked all the windows and doors - there were alarms and cameras in place, and somehow, he'd gotten in without notice. Tierney didn't know what to think, really, and neither had her mother as she'd looked at the injury after Tierney'd finally showed her. She'd had worse, really. Especially after that arrogant prick, but that didn't mean it failed to hurt. "Stoirm." The name had the blanc suisse sitting down, the animal's fur blending in with the ice that covered the ground. Her lips twitched, amused, as she pulled her jacket closer to her form once they reached the park. Leaning down, she removed the leash and allowed the animal to begin roaming free, a sigh escaping past her lips as she ran immediately for a pile and dove straight in. "Strange." She muttered, shaking her head before she looked around, pausing at the sight of more dogs before she picked up a patch of snow, balling it up.
Lancaster
The park, Lancaster assumed, would be busier in summer. Even in Autumn or Spring, if there were such things in this country. There weren't too many out and about walking their dogs on this cold Winter Day -- Winter nearing its end -- but that didn't mean the park was empty. A dog as white as the snow streaked past Lancaster's two, he didn't even know their breeds. And for all their regality, they were still just dogs. And they still just wanted to play. Their tongues lolled from their mouths and they tugged on their leads; he cooed at them as he leaned down and, one after the other, released them from their binds. They ran off, headed in the same direction as the white streak. Lancaster followed at a meandering pace, pushing the sunglasses from his eyes, hoping that a scuffle wouldn't break out. He squinted -- he was still sensitive to the sun, regardless of how much he loved it.
Tierney
There was minor concern about the other dogs, not that she doubted Stoirm would fail to defend herself. Although she was getting older, and despite her health, she was as energetic as she'd been as a pup. Tierney threw the ball of snow, Stoirm returning only to run past her causing the ginger to smirk. "Menace." She called. When the two dogs drew closer, Tierney lifted her hand out to allow them to sniff her before they took off after her own. She lifted her head, then, to greet the man with them as he drew closer before her lips parted and words failed to come out. 'Vampires can't be out in the sun.' Her brain screamed at her, but she didn't pay it any mind as she felt gobsmacked. She waited until he was close enough and then lifted her hands, thrusting out her palms and sending a wave of heat in his direction. No hesitation, no warning. She didn't play around, not with the undead.
Lancaster
Lancaster was a sociable guy. He started conversations with people on the street as if he'd known them forever; and it wasn't always small talk, either. In fact, he mostly deplored small talk, and instead went straight for the heavy hitting stuff. He'd been ready to strike up such conversation with the red-head who appeared to be the owner of the white streak -- whom his own dogs seemed only willing to play with, rather than grapple with -- when he was hit by a blast of heat. Fire? Had to be something akin to fire the way it burned -- it burned through cloth and set his scarf on fire, it reached his skin and the scent of barbecued flesh reached his nose. He screamed and went down, the snow at least might provide reprieve. This... this was not something that would heal. He no longer had that power. Was he going to die here in the park? An unhappy ending after he'd only just been mesmerised by the beauty of life. "...stop!" he shouted, still groaning in quiet agony, trying his best to fling still-burning cloth from his body and burning his fingers in the process.
Tierney
Anger surged through Tierney's form as she heard the shout, her hand going to where her favored Beretta was kept underneath her jacket as she pulled it out and thumbed off the safety. "You didn't stop when you attacked me or the man you nearly killed a few days ago." As she spoke, Tierney took aim. She considered hitting him again with the heat, but when she took in the burning flesh, she hesitated. Had it ever been like that before with a vampire? Her eyebrows furrowed as she set the muzzle towards his chest. "Who the **** are you and why the **** did you attack me?" Her gaze took in the injuries. It was different, it was... wrong. This was the man who had attacked her, though. She was positive of it. She'd memorized his face in the security feed.
Lancaster
"****," Lancaster cursed. No help was going to come from this woman. Why should it? He'd finally dropped and rolled himself in the snow, though it was too late. The damage was done. She had a gun aimed in his direction and he squeezed his eyes shut. He almost wished he believed in a God so that he could pray right about now, but it would do no good. He was on his knees, head bowed, burnt palms held up in surrender. He was unarmed, and meant no one any harm. That was the irony of it, in the end. It was like his Hyde had been cut out and set free; Lancaster had never wanted to hurt anyone, and had hated that he'd been so good at it. "It wasn't me! It... he looked... looked like me but it wasn't..." he struggled to suck in air. "It wasn't me!"
Tierney
Tierney waited, her handgun still trained on the man as she considered it. The injuries were severe, she knew it, but rather than do something about it, she looked him over. 'The wounds are worse on him than they would be a vampire. Some would be healing by now.' She thought, taking note of some of the smaller, surface burns. Nothing was healing. She'd just attacked a human. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she stepped closer, keeping her aim steady. Stoirm and the other two dogs were barking, but playing. Where Tierney was the aggressor, her pet was choosing to play. "It was a damn near perfect copy then." She snarled, but reached down and healed the damage she did. "Get up, slowly." She stepped back, her freehand curling around the grip of her firearm as she waited.
Lancaster
Lancaster hadn't thought ahead to how badly he was burned or maimed he would look once he was healed; the agony was so absolute that he couldn't figure out where it was coming from, or how spread out the burn was. He could feel it when he talked, like he'd breathed it in and it had scorched the back of his throat. He could feel it when he moved, the discomfort of the denim of his jeans melted into burnt sinew and muscle. Until... it eased. He hadn't even felt her touch, but he soon became aware of the consequence. A healing touch. Thank ****. He let out a breath, and then another. The air billowed from his lips, hot in the chilled atmosphere. He hummed his relief, only slowly blinking his eyes open as he was told to slowly get up. "I think I'd really prefer to just... stay here for a second," he said. He rolled onto his back, sucking in sweet, life-giving air. The fact of his mortality, so frail and flimsy, was slowly setting in -- and he wasn't sure he had it in him to stand just yet.
Tierney
"I'd prefer not to have a rip in my shoulder, but we can't get all what we want." In the back of her mind, she was reminded that she needed to ease herself back on sarcasm and focus on being personable. This was why she preferred the internet, her hacking. She didn't mind leaving the attacking to those who were more physically inclined to do it. "The guy who attacked me, I take it I'm not his first injured that's come looking for payback?" She
Tierney
questioned, finally tucking her gun back away.
Lancaster
"No," Lancaster said, tipping his head back to watch the woman who still regarded him warily, weapon still aimed in his direction. He wasn't out of the woods yet. If he told her that he couldn't lie, would she even believe him? He knew, also, that his voice still retained some power; there were a small scratching of abilities he'd kept -- harmless, they were, but helpful in most ways. When he spoke, he was as sincere as he was ever going to get. "I myself am not immune to his rage. I'm not spared," he said. Adrenaline still surged through his veins, but once it died down he'd no doubt start to feel the cold, what with all that flesh now exposed to the atmosphere. "I'm guessing you're not a stranger to the uhm... goings on in this city?"
Tierney
"Far from it." She said, the snarl fading to a scowl as Tierney ran a hand through her curly hair. "I should probably buy you a coffee and a shirt given frostbite isn't pleasant." She looked towards Stoirm as she pounced on one of the other dogs and the second chased her. "I know that vampires are in Harper Rock. I know they've returned after ages of not being here." She flicked her safety back on, her arms folding in front of her chest as she stared down at the man she'd nearly killed. Although she was apologetic, it didn't show. Her expression was blank as she considered that there was a vampiric copy of the man running around. "First the damn evidence hacks and now this. What sort of loopy land have I stepped back into?" She muttered to herself.
Lancaster
"Evidence hacks?" Elliot asked. He wasn't much of a hacker himself, and in the last few months, years, even, as a vampire, he'd mostly been alone. He hadn't talked to many about the politics of the city, about the underground workings of it. It was a right place at the right time kind of scenario was far as the cure was concerned -- it was one thing he'd actually leaped into action for. He sat up, now, having gathered enough of his wits to do so. It also helped to no longer have a gun aimed his way. "It's a good story, I promise..." he said. He wasn't about to say no to the coffee. He stood, and let loose a wolf whistle to try to summon the dogs back to his side.
Tierney
"There's evidence hacks, and then there's email fragments to which I'm referring to." She said, a sharp whistle of her own being given to which Stoirm responded to without question. "The 'evidence' I refer to being that the government is full of **** not knowing about his kind and trying to mend the issue instead of killing them all." Tierney, truthfully, didn't feel there was need for vampires to die once they were cured. She didn't like people, she didn't bother lying about it either, but she didn't think they needed to die. Both species were considerably stupid, if it came down to it - hers and theirs. She just hunted them. "I've got time and cash. There's a decent coffee shop down the road I go to often enough."
Lancaster
To that, Lancaster frowned. The dogs rushed his feet, their noses prodding at his destroyed clothing, curious about the smell of cooked flesh that still clung to the remnants of attire. He managed to get one clipped to a lead but the other lead, unfortunately, had been ruined in the fire. He tied what was left of it to the collar and would just have to hold on tight. "It's going to be a very short conversation if you continue to have that attitude," he said, gruffly. "His kind...? Yeah, okay. Probably best if they're gone for good but not all vampires are the same. To say that they all should be eradicated it like Hitler trying to eradicate the Jews," he said. Harsh, but true.
Tierney
"I never said they were all the same, but I've been attacked enough to know I don't particularly like them." She said, looking at the lead and then offering Stoirm's out to him. "She'll listen. Use this." The white dog leaned into her side as she scratched at her back, "However, if you take into consideration the amount of careless deaths and the high amount of murders that have gone in this city, one could say they do the same to humans." Tierney worked near the river, she knew there were heads floating around there - she'd seen fishermen pull them up. "And regardless of human on human violence, it's still a contributing factor. And a significant one at that."
Lancaster
Lancaster held out a hand to wave away the offered lead. Though the two dogs were not his, he knew they would behave themselves. And he had a good enough hold on the one with the broken lead -- it was a mind over matter thing with dogs, really. She'd feel the tug of something at her neck and assume she was as strongly tethered as before. "What's still a contributing factor? I'm confused," he said. "My point is, if you stopped to talk to them before you attacked, you'd find that there are plenty of vampires out there who'd sacrifice anything for a cure. The violence in this city has nothing to do with point of view," he said. He began to walk, though wasn't really sure of the direction.
Tierney
"Vampires killing humans lifting the murder rate of the city." Tierney said, keeping Stoirm without the lead as she tucked it away. At the mention of the cure, Tierney glanced at him, "What do you know of it?" She asked, before she gave a shake of her head, "The emails I've searched through reference it. The government couldn't even keep track of all of their subjects, let alone possibly create something that fails to have any severe symptoms." She was very aware of how emails could be altered, manipulated and changed. "Which creates the entire concept of a cure moot if one considers it. People can be good or bad, vampires can be good or bad." Her father and friends would likely shoot her for saying as much, her hand reaching out to direct the man in the proper direction before following suit, Stoirm happily trotting beside her, "And you can't exactly stop and talk to someone unwilling to talk. The one I mistook you for was far from wanting to talk so much as rip me to pieces. He did rip my employee to pieces."
Lancaster
Lancaster scoffed, then grunted. Whatever he could deny, one thing was still for sure -- that thing that was out there, ripping people to pieces, was all Lancaster's fault. If he'd not stuck it out, if he'd not taken that cure and suffered through to the bitter end, that creature wouldn't be out there. "Yeah. I know about it," he said. "The cure? It's not all sunshine and roses," he added, at which point a violent shudder wracked his limbs. The adrenaline was gone. The cold was setting in. "Look, I gotta go home. Shower, put on some clothes that'll actually keep me warm. If you really want to know the whole story, meet me later. Lancaster's. Do you know it?" he asked, stopping on the path. Where he'd been so happy-go-lucky only ten minutes before, now he wasn't particularly in the mood to chat.
Tierney
Tierney eyed the man as she stopped before giving a nod of her head. She'd heard of the bar through the grapevine, been by it a few times. She'd been more of one to stick to her computer rather than go to large outings, but a story intrigued her. "I know it, yes. I'll be there." She watched Stoirm perk up as she spotted a bird to which Tierney flicked at one of her ears for. "I can meet you there late on this evening."
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