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paixaorpg2007-05-28 09:37 am
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Your Head is Humming [Closed]
Character(s): Subaru
Content: Subaru arrives, attempts to figure out what this place is.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Early evening
Warnings: Bloodlust.... quite literally, thoughts of a vampire feeding, sans the biting bit.
While not the strangest world they'd dropped into, Subaru marveled at what little he could see beyond the backs of heads and very interesting backs of shirts. He'd dropped down before some sort of gate. While the golden fire burning just before him was interesting, he was immediately aware the he had not arrived with his brother, and he immediately began to search the crowd for him. Cursing how short he was, he gave a huff and settled in to wait in line, instead of fighting to find Kamui. If his brother was here, and he just had to be, then Subaru would just wait for him on the other side of the crowd.
The line was long, but to a vampire, the wait was nothing. He accepted the journal with a thank you, but he was stopped and asked for his name. His stomach dropped, and he closed his eyes before he responded. "Subaru." He passed through the gate and pocketed that journal, finding a good vantage point off to the side to look for and see if Kamui came through this gate. He watched, but some part of him knew that his twin wasn't here. He pursed his lips and gave a little sigh.
Subaru was the gentler of the two. He had been, since they were small. He had always trusted, always had faith. Even now, so many years after the great betrayal, he still had faith. He could have faith because there was still someone he wanted to protect. And, perhaps, he was not done with Seishirou. Vampires mate for life. Seishirou would never be truly gone from his mind, his heart, his soul.
But he had bigger things to worry about. For one, he could not simply stalk the streets, feeding randomly on the humans here. That would end poorly. Rumors of a monster preying on citizens at night had caused more than one close call, and he would not want to risk drawing attention to Kamui, if his brother was not in a position where he could defend himself. How many nights could he go without the thick taste of warm iron flooding his mouth, sliding down his throat? He wasn't sure. He still felt strong, after two nights. He had slept for years without sustenance, but his body had been sustained then by the power of that princess's feather. He had never tried to go more than a week before this. Could he last more than a week?
With Kamui's life in the balance, yes.
He walked the streets and gave small, polite little smiles and nods to those he passed. Perhaps his clothing earned him a few lingering glances, but surely not more so than a few others. Some of the things that he'd seen these people wearing already were just strange and garish. Like the place itself. Where was he?
The shops were nothing special to remark upon. He'd seen similar in dozens of worlds throughout the times. He wondered if he could summon the witch.. perhaps he had something he could offer as payment, to help him find Kamui?
Or... he pulled that silly little journal from his pocket and looked at it. Strange thing. But he had heard rumor there was a public notice board of sorts within it. Maybe someone had seen his brother? He could only hope so. Time to figure out exactly how this journal worked.
Content: Subaru arrives, attempts to figure out what this place is.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Early evening
Warnings: Bloodlust.... quite literally, thoughts of a vampire feeding, sans the biting bit.
While not the strangest world they'd dropped into, Subaru marveled at what little he could see beyond the backs of heads and very interesting backs of shirts. He'd dropped down before some sort of gate. While the golden fire burning just before him was interesting, he was immediately aware the he had not arrived with his brother, and he immediately began to search the crowd for him. Cursing how short he was, he gave a huff and settled in to wait in line, instead of fighting to find Kamui. If his brother was here, and he just had to be, then Subaru would just wait for him on the other side of the crowd.
The line was long, but to a vampire, the wait was nothing. He accepted the journal with a thank you, but he was stopped and asked for his name. His stomach dropped, and he closed his eyes before he responded. "Subaru." He passed through the gate and pocketed that journal, finding a good vantage point off to the side to look for and see if Kamui came through this gate. He watched, but some part of him knew that his twin wasn't here. He pursed his lips and gave a little sigh.
Subaru was the gentler of the two. He had been, since they were small. He had always trusted, always had faith. Even now, so many years after the great betrayal, he still had faith. He could have faith because there was still someone he wanted to protect. And, perhaps, he was not done with Seishirou. Vampires mate for life. Seishirou would never be truly gone from his mind, his heart, his soul.
But he had bigger things to worry about. For one, he could not simply stalk the streets, feeding randomly on the humans here. That would end poorly. Rumors of a monster preying on citizens at night had caused more than one close call, and he would not want to risk drawing attention to Kamui, if his brother was not in a position where he could defend himself. How many nights could he go without the thick taste of warm iron flooding his mouth, sliding down his throat? He wasn't sure. He still felt strong, after two nights. He had slept for years without sustenance, but his body had been sustained then by the power of that princess's feather. He had never tried to go more than a week before this. Could he last more than a week?
With Kamui's life in the balance, yes.
He walked the streets and gave small, polite little smiles and nods to those he passed. Perhaps his clothing earned him a few lingering glances, but surely not more so than a few others. Some of the things that he'd seen these people wearing already were just strange and garish. Like the place itself. Where was he?
The shops were nothing special to remark upon. He'd seen similar in dozens of worlds throughout the times. He wondered if he could summon the witch.. perhaps he had something he could offer as payment, to help him find Kamui?
Or... he pulled that silly little journal from his pocket and looked at it. Strange thing. But he had heard rumor there was a public notice board of sorts within it. Maybe someone had seen his brother? He could only hope so. Time to figure out exactly how this journal worked.