[In a time that feels like an age ago, Dettlaff had once been a newcomer to Beauclair. In those days, it had taken time and patience to learn the layout of the city, the wide expanse of neighboring vineyards, the streets converging their way into the mouth of the castle presiding over it all. But he had learned the essentials, or at least well enough to function day-to-day and to play the part of human without issue — the friendliest shopkeepers, the sternest guards and their patrols, where to wander and what to avoid.
He can do the same here given enough time; an immortal has plenty of it, after all. But Sumarlok is so much bigger than Beauclair by an exponential amount, and the task at times feels impossibly gargantuan. Each turn leads to another alleyway, and there’s always a district or a quaint little square or a shop that might have cropped up like a freshly-grown weed, for how he fails to remember it being there just the other day.
Now, Dettlaff finds himself wandering again. The scent of this place is like oil, like machinery being taken apart and being put together again, and he ducks in and out of places that he has no business being in, drawn forward by simple curiosity. As luck would have it, one garage rewards him greatly for his vampiric nosiness — there, in the center of the wide space and hard flooring, is his new human friend and loyal comrade: Daigo.
The vampire approaches with a growing ease to his gait, eyeing the vehicle the other man appears focused upon.]
action!
He can do the same here given enough time; an immortal has plenty of it, after all. But Sumarlok is so much bigger than Beauclair by an exponential amount, and the task at times feels impossibly gargantuan. Each turn leads to another alleyway, and there’s always a district or a quaint little square or a shop that might have cropped up like a freshly-grown weed, for how he fails to remember it being there just the other day.
Now, Dettlaff finds himself wandering again. The scent of this place is like oil, like machinery being taken apart and being put together again, and he ducks in and out of places that he has no business being in, drawn forward by simple curiosity. As luck would have it, one garage rewards him greatly for his vampiric nosiness — there, in the center of the wide space and hard flooring, is his new human friend and loyal comrade: Daigo.
The vampire approaches with a growing ease to his gait, eyeing the vehicle the other man appears focused upon.]
Daigo.
[Hi. Whatcha doin.]
Are you always keeping so busy?