servessithis: (do not want)
[Vicente walks along town, sampling a few pieces of fruit he bought at the market. He pauses to look into a store window, curious at the Thanksgiving decorations that are on sale.]

Interesting.

[A guy standing near him then lights up a cigarrete. Vicente lets out a scared yelp and jumps back, relexively throwing a minor frost spell at the man's face before dashing off.

Once he's run off a few more blocks and turned a corner, he stops, putting a hand to his heart.]


[OOC: So, in addition to garlic, Vicente hates fire. In his world, vampires are weak against fire.]
servessithis: (orly?)
[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]
servessithis: (smiling 2)
[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.]
servessithis: (do not want)
Please tell me garlic is rare in this realm.
servessithis: (casual)
[Vicente, wearing his cloak, is roaming the streets, sticking to the shadows. This time he seems to have a particular destination in mind.

He takes a moment to slip inside a house with the lights off, coming out a few minutes later, wiping blood off his lips with a handkerchief. After that, he's back on his way.]


[OOC: Vicente is headed for the Underground, to find a new place to live. Anyone is free to run into him any time during his trip, from above ground to under it.]
servessithis: (casual)
[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.]
servessithis: (smiling 2)
[Vicente is wearing his cloak as usual, late one night. The device is in his pocket and provides something of a worm's eye view of the scene.

He's inside someone's house, standing over the owner's sleeping form. He bends down closer to them, putting his mouth on their neck. From this angle it almost looks like he's kissing them. He soon pulls his face away and silently sneaks out of the house into the night, but not before waving his hand over the sleeping person and washing them in blue light. An observant viewer may notice some red running down the sleeping person's neck.

He pulls a white handkerchief from his other pocket and wipes his lips off. The cloth has dabs of red on it when it comes away from his face. After putting it away, he goes on his way.]

[OOC: Feel free to run across him.]

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