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Tweak says, "r-e-s-p-e-c-t!"

Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-12 22:41:00

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armand, complete, day 15, marcus cole

Day Fifteen
Who: Armand and Marcus
What: Hunting the Ranger
When: After dark
Where: Outside, roaming the grounds
Rating: I'm gonna give this one a big old R right off the bat for, you know, vampire-y things. Unwilling blood donating, stalking, all that jazz.
Status: Complete

Alright, so the Planet had done as Lestat had said it would, and given him blood. So he wasn't technically starving anymore. That didn't matter. The point was, there was nothing quite like hunting, tracking down his prey and drinking. It would make him feel more at home, though he knew he did have to be careful. He wasn't in New York, London, Paris... not a large city. There were few places to hide. But he wanted a challenge tonight, he didn't want the blood that the golems gave him. There was no sport in that.

As he dressed himself all in black, he smiled softly. He would hunt, and he would drink, but he wouldn't fall back on his old habits. Many times, he'd simply stood outside a house, calling silently with the power of his mind, until someone came out. He'd gotten quite good at this, good enough that he didn't even hold them as he drank. They clung, instead, to him. But that wasn't what he wanted, not tonight. He wanted a fighting victim. As long as he remembered not to kill, he'd be okay.

It didn't take him long to get ready. His skin was still slightly darkened, bronzed almost. He looked more human like this, and he appreciated why some of the older vampires had gone out into the sun on purpose, just to darken their skin. Not that he thought it was worth it. And he was eager to find the blood that would make his skin as it should be, pale and faintly luminescent. But, for now, all he had to do was find a person. Someone strong. Someone who would be a challenge.

He prowled around in the dark, cool air. The resort had changed. That didn't much matter to him, for all he knew it did that every day. It was just another thing to explore, on another night. Tonight, the child-vampire hunted.

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marcus_cole
2008-09-13 02:16 am UTC (link)

Marcus had had a fairly productive day, he thought. Perhaps not as productive as the day before, but more productive than some he had spent on Mirage. The new setting was a surprise, but he no longer saw such changes as a setback. The more locations the Planet brought them to, the more opportunities he had to expose its secrets. That was how he saw things. The most interesting thing today had been the footprints. No one he had met in the resort so far had feet like that. He hadn't yet been able to figure out where their maker had come from or where they had gone, but he had made some marks that would allow him to continue the investigation the next day.

Right now, late though it was, it felt like the perfect time to take a walk. Despite the desparate situation of the population's imprisonment, not to mention his urgent duties back in his own space and time, Marcus was finding the various resort setting to be quite enjoyable, both stimulating and relaxing. As he walked through the shadowy vineyards near the resort he breathed in deeply. They were away from the humid salt air of the ocean now, and he smelled instead the exhalations of drier earth. It was closer to the place he'd been raised, though still a little more lush.

As he walked, or strolled, between the rows of vines, he thought again of his broom-flight with Tonks the day before. Though he had shown uncharacteristic trepidation before the trip, he now thought back fondly on the memory of it. It had been so amazing to fly so exposed, on such a slender craft. It had almost been like flying unassisted, only it would be impossible for him to do it unassisted. He needed Tonks' help. Of course that just made the prospect more inviting, didn't it? Marcus whistled as he walked, relaxed and happy.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-13 09:52 am UTC (link)

His senses were sharp, and he focused on them. Ahead and just to the right, in the tangle of grapevines that made up the vineyard, there was a person. He could hear their heartbeat, their footsteps. Taking to the air briefly, he jumped right on top of the rows of vines and started tracking down where the noise was coming from. He stalked, lightly as a cat, towards the noises. God, the man, and he could tell it was a man, was actually whistling. Whistling! It offended him, somehow. Didn't he know what was about to happen?

Large eyes narrowed in concentration as he approached. A dark-haired man, beautiful, really. And he moved with a sort of grace that made him smile. More than that, even, there was one simple fact. As Armand tried to slip into his thoughts, to read his mind, he couldn't do it. Whether because of some training the other man had, or just because he was one of those naturally resistant individuals, it was impossible for him to get even the slightest emotion off the man. Well, he'd wanted a challenge, hadn't he?

And, of course, just because he couldn't read his mind, didn't mind that his persuasive gift would be entirely useless. Just to test, he sent out a teasing thought. Usually, even when people could block their minds from being read, that didn't mean they didn't recieve as well as anyone. He could test it easily enough, of course. And he did.

Do you know what comes for you, mortal? Are you prepared?

He watched anxiously from slightly ahead of the man, standing easily on top of one of the rows of vines. Would the human react to his thought? Either way, this was going to be fun. He'd certainly found his victim, if only for the fact that he couldn't read his thoughts. Although, he mused to himself, the tight, well-muscled body and lean grace didn't hurt, either.