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sixwordstories2014-10-20 08:18 am
bolivar) wrote in sixwordstories2014-10-20 08:18 am
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[Lurking in the shadows, watching people.]
eh, why NOT do post-apocalyptic b/c for srs: i think her homeworld is damned close to apocalypse!
and_warm_the_heart
2014-10-20 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't think for a moment that the telepath, who is hyper-aware of her surroundings, doesn't notice the other telepathic mutters passing over her own head. She peers around for the source of the murmuring, and finds a young-ish looking man... A very, very, very pale young-ish looking man... "Hallo? Are you alright, there?" She cautiously approaches the place where the man is crouched down, her every nerve tensed for a fight, if necessary, or a flight, if also necessary. I mean, do you need some help...? This last was not spoken, only thought, as a telepathic message: just testing the telepathic waters, of course...
[If he knows he's there, he doesn't show a sign of it, doing maintenance on his bike instead of looking around.
He seems perfectly normal.
Other than the eerie scent of brimstone and the unnaturally high temperature]
He seems perfectly normal.
Other than the eerie scent of brimstone and the unnaturally high temperature]
[That scent and the temperature are part of the reason the vampire hasn't attacked yet. The human, if he is human, burns brightly in the vampire's vision. The scent of sulfur covers the scent of carbon dioxide nicely. The vampire can't feel anything from him, nothing that would indicate he's turned, and the mystery has him hanging back, cautious.]
You aren't human.
[His lips don't move at all.]
You aren't human.
[His lips don't move at all.]
Edited 2014-10-20 17:42 (UTC)
[There's a rattling, animal noise from him as he cocks his head, listening to her. He had been thinking about attack, thinking very strongly on it, but now he hesitates. She smells like a living organism to him. She looks alive. He doesn't understand how her voice could be in his head and not aloud.]
Fine. I don't need help. The others are nearby.
Fine. I don't need help. The others are nearby.
post-apocalyptic, yes! This girl has seen everything anyway
trickyfire
2014-10-20 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Congratulations. wandering about is a girl who appears human, at the moment, but is as far from it as it gets. You've got a phoenix in town. Or, whatever you'd call the place. She smells vaguely of predator bird. But stronger than that is simply the smell of fire, entwined with a sweet smell that speaks of life but can't quite be placed.
Of all possible things she's smiling brightly as she slowly meanders down the street, or what's left of it. She pauses and turns, studying her surroundings carefully, though she's looking at the land itself, not looking for any other people. If she's aware of you she's not making it obvious. She's been alive longer than anything and is confident in her continued existence. Or she's a lunatic. Or both?
Of all possible things she's smiling brightly as she slowly meanders down the street, or what's left of it. She pauses and turns, studying her surroundings carefully, though she's looking at the land itself, not looking for any other people. If she's aware of you she's not making it obvious. She's been alive longer than anything and is confident in her continued existence. Or she's a lunatic. Or both?
The young woman is most definitely alive, exhaling carbon dioxide as she is, and obviously not fully turned, or even partially infected yet. But still, her lips refuse to move, as she continues to interact with her fellow Telepath; in fact, her lips are curled up into a gentle, closed-mouth smile as she projects: Others? What others do you mean...?
[It's clear the vampire hunts more from smell than sight as he hangs back, cautious at the scent of fire and bird and things that are not human. It isn't something he's used to. Smelling of fire, yes. With everything in disarray, fires have been going unanswered. Bolivar moves closer in a crouching, stalking gate that isn't the least bit human.]
What are you?
What are you?
The others, he says, not explaining at all. What are you? His curiosity is obvious as he moves closer in a crouching, animal-like gate. He's still thinking of attack, but also strongly considering now that the Master would like the curiosity for itself.
(( ooc: alright, so... before i answer in character, i need to know whether or not the telepath can actually read the vampire's mind, b/c i'm only vaguely familiar with The Strain, and thus-- not too clear on how readable a vamp's mind is...! xD <3 sorry! ))
((OOC: I imagine he's readable as any normal person. She'd probably hear the other younger vampires talking about people on the street and might sense the link he has, both with the other vampires and the Master.And there are his actual thoughts, too.))
[When he moves she turns, shifting her focus to him. She'd been aware he was there, yes. But left it up to him to say anything. She gives him a bright smile. She's aware he's a vampire, there's a certain aura they give off that is unique. And that hardly bothers her. She's fond of vampires, she's had many vampiric friends in the long ago past. And because he's a vampire she answers openly.]
A phoenix. Possibly the only phoenix who still comes around. It really has gone to hell around here, hasn't it?
A phoenix. Possibly the only phoenix who still comes around. It really has gone to hell around here, hasn't it?
(( ooc: oooh, awesomesauce, then! C: <3 ta very much for that! =D ))
Indeed, and she begins to wonder just who he is referring to by mentioning "the Master" in his thoughts, and just why this "Master" would be so fascinated with a mere telepathic human: a dime a dozen, really, in Hannah's self-deprecating opinion... Nevertheless, she has a strange feeling that there is no two-way communication between the two of them, herself and this-- vampire? Some sort of blood-sucker, at any rate, as far as she can see inside his thoughts-- at least, to judge by the way this-- erm-- vampire seems to be preoccupied by the chatter going on over the "network" of vampiric hivemind... And so, she has to choose her questions carefully, to avoid losing his interest, and becoming his next meal...
At long last, she chooses to ask gently, And who is "the Master", anyway...? Intrigue him enough that she won't be marked for death or draining, for sure, that was the way she chose to go about it... She could practically anticipate his next thought: How does she know about the Master? A mere human!
At long last, she chooses to ask gently, And who is "the Master", anyway...? Intrigue him enough that she won't be marked for death or draining, for sure, that was the way she chose to go about it... She could practically anticipate his next thought: How does she know about the Master? A mere human!
[A phoenix. The term isn't one that Gabriel Bolivar really put much thought to in life. If it wasn't female and attractive it didn't get much attention from him when he was still just himself. Now, though, he knows things from the others. An animalistic sense of where things are in the city. One of them knows about the fire bird, possibly the Master itself, though no voice speaks through his mind to confirm it. Mythical, supposedly, but here she stands and Gabriel Bolivar can smell her easily enough. The smell of fire and bird isn't just something she's picked up on her clothes. He cocks his head, staring.]
Not quite yet.
[His mouth doesn't move at all when he speaks, and his movements are more like a hunting bird or reptile than human. Bolivar's clothes smell of ammonia and very clearly have been slept in more than once, in the dirt. His hair is some sort of long-haired wig, and except for it, he's hairless. His face is pale and drawn, unremarkable for anyone who knows of him as a musician.]
Not quite yet.
[His mouth doesn't move at all when he speaks, and his movements are more like a hunting bird or reptile than human. Bolivar's clothes smell of ammonia and very clearly have been slept in more than once, in the dirt. His hair is some sort of long-haired wig, and except for it, he's hairless. His face is pale and drawn, unremarkable for anyone who knows of him as a musician.]
[That gets a hiss from him, along with an odd rattling call. He can't tell if she's been changed, but she speaks in his mind and knows about the Master. It's enough to drive him to his feet and out of the shadows. His clothes are stained with dirt and reek of ammonia. They've been slept in for several days, at least. There's blood on his chin and neck, but none on the long coat he's wearing open, nor the pants or boots he wears. Except for the long wig on his head, he's hairless.]
You'll all get to know the Master soon. What are you?
You'll all get to know the Master soon. What are you?
[To be fair, she's the only phoenix who's bothered with the place for eons. And since it's just her, not many people know she's actually a real thing. It's no great surprise someone somewhere had heard of her though. As said before, she's interacted with vampires on many occasions. She grins at his response.]
Yes I suppose you're right. There's still some hope. That is, after all, why I'm here.
Yes I suppose you're right. There's still some hope. That is, after all, why I'm here.
((OOC: He doesn't pick up on her internal monologue. His telepathy is used only for communication and is pretty much one way except to other vampires connected to the Master. He can't pick up on her internal thoughts at all.))
[Bolivar opens his mouth, revealing oddly shaped, pointed front teeth. Something large moves inside his mouth, but doesn't move farther into the light yet. He moves closer to her, cocking his head as he smells her better. His mouth still doesn't move at all when he speaks.]
There is little hope. Those that still live in the daylight in the city do so only because they have, so far, escaped notice. It won't last.
[Bolivar opens his mouth, revealing oddly shaped, pointed front teeth. Something large moves inside his mouth, but doesn't move farther into the light yet. He moves closer to her, cocking his head as he smells her better. His mouth still doesn't move at all when he speaks.]
There is little hope. Those that still live in the daylight in the city do so only because they have, so far, escaped notice. It won't last.
Her especially sensitive nose had, of course, twigged to the smell of the ammonia even before he crept out of the shadows, but she had charitably presumed that the odor was coming from some puddle of urine somewhere inside this alley, before her nose became suddenly overwhelmed by the acerbic scent when the man moved forward, and thus: she realised that it was actually coming from the man-vampire, not from some puddle... She pinches her nose shut, briefly, trying to ground herself to keep a hold on her own nerves, which were only exacerbated by the foul stench wafting off this guy. Indeed, shall I, really? Even if I'm not-- one of you...? She bites down upon her own lip to keep a slightly devious smile in check; she knows perfectly well that she still has not answered his question.
You will be, soon. Or you'll be dead.
[He notices her reaction to him moving closer and it's a reminder to him that he needs to change clothes. He doesn't think about it most of the time, but he is aware he's different from the younger vampires rushing about on the street. He needs to be able to hunt...someone who isn't this woman.]
How is it you speak without sound?
[It isn't hard to tell his attention is wandering. He's glancing at her neck, in between checks of their surroundings. Some of the residents of the city have gotten the bright idea to attack the vampires with weapons other than guns, after all.]
[He notices her reaction to him moving closer and it's a reminder to him that he needs to change clothes. He doesn't think about it most of the time, but he is aware he's different from the younger vampires rushing about on the street. He needs to be able to hunt...someone who isn't this woman.]
How is it you speak without sound?
[It isn't hard to tell his attention is wandering. He's glancing at her neck, in between checks of their surroundings. Some of the residents of the city have gotten the bright idea to attack the vampires with weapons other than guns, after all.]
((ooc: no problem, she doesn't expect him to. he's a bit loony from being alive forever and it makes it easier for the player behind the character to understand why she does what she does is all))
[Eliza watches the thing moving in the shadow of his mouth. She can't see it clearly, but is curious. She nods a little.]
Little hope, but the sliver is there. I've revived places that had only a sliver of hope before. But I suppose I should ask if you and the other vampires even want that. It's your land I'm walking on after all.
[Eliza watches the thing moving in the shadow of his mouth. She can't see it clearly, but is curious. She nods a little.]
Little hope, but the sliver is there. I've revived places that had only a sliver of hope before. But I suppose I should ask if you and the other vampires even want that. It's your land I'm walking on after all.
Hannah does indeed, notice his attention beginning to wander-- and the way it keeps wandering towards her neck (ha ha, classic vampiric stereotype, really now!?) is starting to make her a little nervous. And so-- she finally decides to hold his attention by answering his actual question: Have you never heard of a living, mortal telepath, before, then...? As opposed to an undead, immortal one, rather. She grimaces slightly, and puts a hand up to her neck, to keep his eyes from boring holes directly into it, if that were even possible.
[The leather clad biker snorts, a blast of smoke shooting out his nostrils]
Yeah I am.
... Just a different one.
Yeah I am.
... Just a different one.
[She watches with curiosity, wondering in the back of her mind how it works.]
Then I suppose The Master is the one I'll need to speak to eventually.
Then I suppose The Master is the one I'll need to speak to eventually.
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