[Out on one of his usual nightly feedings, Vicente sneaks into a house through the window.

Five minutes later, he stumbles out in shock, egg nog dripping from his mouth.]

By Sithis... What sort of curse is this?

In all my years, I cannot say that I have ever encountered such creatures as the ones roaming the City. I thought it was my imagination at first, but they are definately following me.

This is the kind of trickery I expect from the likes of Sheogorath.

[He takes a quick turn around every few seconds while speaking.]

I saw one take the giant robot. He is gone. Simply vanished.

[In another one of his turns, he notices a gargoyle looking at him.]

I must go.

[/End feed.]

[Here's something you don't see every day. It's Vicente, only his face is smooth, with some color, and his teeth aren't sharp.]

This has only happened to me once before here, and it has come at a most inopportune time.

[Filtered to the Dark Brotherhood members]

Brothers, we must band together in this. However, should anyone be affected negatively by this, I am lifting the Tenet against killing other Siblings, at least for now. Once this is over and things are normal once more, the Tenet will be back in effect. Also, do not kill Siblings unless they attack you first, or face severe punishment.

Stay safe, my Brothers, and may the Night Mother guide you.

[End filter]

[Vicente has aquired himself a couch, which he is currently sitting on. More importantly, though, he has a vampire bat sitting in his lap.]

Let me see if I understand this correctly. You are a physical manifestation of my soul.

That is correct.

[The bat's voice is distinctly femenine.]

Is there any particular reason why you are a bat?

You're a vampire, I'm a vampire bat. It's cliche, but what can you do?

Do you have a name?

Yes. It's Adrienne.

Ah, you even have a Breton name. How lovely.

[/End of video]

[Vicente is dressed in a black long coat over his suit, and his casual gloves are replaced with wool ones.]

Not bad. This sort of wear would be useful for expeditions up to Skyrim.

I've read The Lusty Argonian Maid, the original printing of The Real Barenziah, and many, many lewd tavern songs, and it's telling something if the things I have seen over the Network today out class them in terms of sheer raunchiness.

Interestingly enough, I personally have seen many related to vampires. I do not know how the idea of my kind as young and attractive sex gods came to be, but I find it amusing at most. The same can be said for the material involving werewolves. They have them in Morrowind, and they were not so eager to jump into bed with young maidens last time I encountered one.

[As he talks, a few ads and videos of the kind he descibes pop up.]

[Vicente is out on the streets, in his cloak of course, with a bag of rolled up parchments under his arm. Said parchments are being left on car windshields and nailed to telephone polls.

He takes a moment to look directly into his device.]

You know, suddenly I feel the need to let everyone know about my home.

Cyrodiil is far less advanced technologically than the City, but it makes up for this with magic.

I have noticed a lack of the races of mer and beast here, save for a few citizens from other worlds. I myself am of the race of men, a Breton to be precise. Bretons are the result of men and mer intermarrying thousands of years ago, and can be natural mages.

Cyrodiil also has many more monsters than I have seen here, such as minotaurs and atronaches, just to name a few.

Other information may be found in these parchments.

[Video ends.]

[After dark, the city is bright and loud. A lone drunk stumbles about the sidewalk.

Out of a dark alley comes Vicente, dressed in a pinstripe suit and fedora.]

Sir, I do believe I may be able to assist you.

[Green light comes from his hand and flows into the drunk. The drunk smiles at Vicente and speaks in a slurred voice.]

Sure... anything for you friend.

Most excellent.

[He leads the drunk into the alley with him. Vicente alone comes out a few minutes later, wiping blood from his lips with his handkerchief. Snack time over, time to get back to work.]

So, we are to get visitors today, hm? Interesting, yet promising.

I wonder if my brothers and sisters are here.

[OOC: Have at it. Everyone come bother the vampire.]

[As is typical for Vicente, he's out at night, about an hour after the sun has gone down. He's in a secluded area of the park, cloak drawn tight and appears to be waiting for someone.]

Dear Angua, are you here?

[OOC: Vicente and Angua are stuck in a supernatural Romeo and Juliet story, with vampires and werewolves.]