The City Of Lunar

[vampiress020]

This is a small town on the border lines of Canada but is still considered U.S., and is soon to be searched for any surviving vampires, but in till then it is a safe haven for the vampire population. This is where most drifter vampires can be found.

[vampiress020]

Grivous slowly walked down the streets as the cold air ruffled her hair. She remembered coming here once before she was turned but the memory was fuzzy and blurred.
She wished that she wasn’t so different but she was chemical V as the humans called it didn’t effect her she hated that fact more then any thing.
Stopping she looked around her and let out and annoyed growl she hated the fact that soon even this town would be wiped clean of vampire life. Taking in a breath she held back the round of coughs that nearly fought there way to the surface.

[dakkon]

A stranger was walking on the other side of the street from Grivous, his arms shoved deep into his jacket to shut out the cold. He cocked his head sideways when he noticed her familiar attempt to stifle a powerful cough. With a measured step he crossed the lonely road and reached out toward her. His eyes held a calm sort of madness that was unmistakeably human. "Cough drop?"His proferred hand stretched out just far enough out to reveal a tattoo over his wrist. The red and white ink of a crossed fang was unmistakeable. The tattoo itself was popular among hunters of the undead.

"No one is fit to be out here tonight miss, not man nor beast. No telling what might happen to a body. If you ain't from around here I could offer you a cheap stay at one of my motels. The names Honest Joe of 'Fangcutter Lodges' by the way, and you're miss...?"

[vampiress020]

Taking the cough drop she smiled and fiddled with it as she turned her full attention on the man that had handed it to her.
"I'm Griv, and if you have room I could use a place to stay." She said smiling as she un wrapped the cough drop and pushed it into her mouth. The taste was horrible but it did seem to keep her from coughing.
Pushing a srand of lose hair out of her face she waited calmly for him to lead the way, seeing as she hadn't been in this city for a good few years she wasn't sure where to go.

[dakkon]

Joe threw her a broad smile that would have been right at home in a tv spot. "Guaranteed warm room and comfy hotel mattress, all at a motel price." For a time they walked down the cold street in silence. Joe used the break to think up all the questions he wanted to ask her once she was done with the cough drop. He was a hopeless people person, one of the reasons he enjoyed all the travel his job afforded him.

As they passed a bar Joe heard the muted sound of an old Beetles tune playing inside. He stared at the neon sign out front as he tried to read the hours beneath.

North of the Border, open 7pm-5am

Joe pushed open the heavy door to the bar with some effort and nodded to Griv. "Let's stop in here first, I like this song and looks like you could use a drink. I might even slip up and pay for your drink, if you distracted me by talking about what you're up to in a backwater like this."

[Talisen Phoenix]

Believe it or not. Lana didn’t like murder. Especially when it was human being, somehow she always felt… cheated. They were so soft and weak, stupid and fragile, all one had to do was look hard enough at them, and that was it, their whole lineage snuffed. Sure they’d eaten a baby or two in her time, but she loved a good fight, that was the good thing about living with the Vikings for as long as she did, they loved a good fight.

Lana looked over the destruction she had conjured; the fir was no longer licking at her ankles, like it had been minuets earlier. It knew better now. Lana fumbled with her ropes, she didn’t have enough energy left to use a spell to unfasten the rope, but it wasn’t long before she was able to pull her hands free, they should have used chains. Lana looked down at her long bunched 19th century gown; she could see green flesh through the chest, bullet holes. Fools. Lana stepped down from the platform, the flames pulled away from her creating a pathway. Gracefully Lana gently floated from the self made fire pit onto the ground. Dead bodies surrounded her, Once upon a time they would never have even managed to catch her let alone managed to capture her and try and set her on fire. The fringe of Lana’s dress was burnt and singed.

Lana needed to find a new home, if such a thing was possible. Of course she could live in isolation, solitude. Maybe Tibet again? But there was nothing like living surrounded by hundreds of people, feeding off their various energies, reading their multiple auras, it was like a drug for a witch of Lana’s calibre. Lana summoned her broom, it fell into her outstretched hands and gave a small jolt of excitement, Lana embraced it like she would a child. Lana looked down at her hands, they were still a vivid green, there was too much magic in the air. Lana slammed the end of her broom against the ground, there was a flash of green light and smoke rose from the crack in the concrete her broom had created. When Lana opened her eyes, she was greeted by the city of Lunar.

‘Gods damn it, I hate this place’.

Lana hissed through her plump lips. But already her green was starting to turn a pale white.

[vampiress020]

Smiling at him she bit into the cough drop and let the rest of the small pieces dissolve in her mouth. She wasn’t against drinking she just didn’t like the taste of most alcohols.
“I’d love a drink, and the only reason I’m here is that I remember coming here with my family it was a quieter place back then, not as many people around.” She stated not really wanting him to know but what her real reasons where. Smiling at him she hoped he wouldn’t see thru her lie.

[dakkon]

~Streets of Lunar~
A pack of young men with black windbreakers hurries past the witch. One of them knocks into her shoulder and drops the black guitar case he was carrying. The sound of the hard plastic reverberates strongly in the lonely night air. The stickers covering the case suggests he's part of a heavy metal band. The musician barely flicks an apologetic glance up at the witch as he hurries to pick up his instrument and catch up with the others. "We're playing North of the Border tonight right guys?"

~North of the Border~

True to his nickname, Joseph was an honest man. Over the years he had come to believe other's were just as honest, a character failing most were quick to forgive him for. "That is the truth, I remember when I was building my lodge here I never expected the kind of business that I've been getting lately. That's why I came up here, to make sure my local manager hadn't fallen in bed with the mob to turn the kind of profit she's been putting down." Joseph flagged down one of the waiters and ordered himself a cheap beer, for Griv he ordered a ginger ale with honey, side of whatever warm soup they served. Waiter said all they had left was Garlic which Joseph nodded to be amenable.

He finds a comfortable seat near the radiator for Griv and himself. "Its going to be a while before the live music shows up so guess we should try to pass the time. Lets see..." He scratches his chin thoughtfully. "Ah this is always a fun question to ask strangers. Where do you see yourself in, lets say... a hundred years from now Griv?" Joseph brushed back the hair from his forehead as he chuckled. "As for myself, I hope it's somewhere in Hawaii. A nice little cemetary somewhere much warmer than here at least."

[vampiress020]

Listening as the waiter told him the only soup they had left was garlic she cringed. That was what had been bothering her. It’s not the garlic could kill her it was just the fact that the smell rendered them unable to really smell anything else and that for a vampire was a real problem.

Shaking off the thoughts she turned her attention to him just as he asked her where she thought she would be in a hundred years. Well if she could stay out of the humans reach she hoped she would be able to settle down and live a happy eternity but she couldn’t tell this man that fact.

“I hope to be far from here maybe some small village in the middle of no where…” She whispered as she began to tear a small napkin into shreds. Finishing off one napkin she grabbed another and began to tear it into pieces.

[dakkon]

He laughed at her response without intending to. He waved away the rudeness with a meek apology, "Sorry, sorry. I guess I'm more used to people answering with where they hope to be buried. Not where they'll be spending their extended retirement." The waiter dispelled the awkward moment as he brought their food and drink. The garlic soup was placed down between the two of them, its crisp aroma rising up in a current of steam. On seeing how much she disliked the look of it he offered to take it.

"I'll have it. Never had a chance to eat much garlic growing up so its kind of a delicacy, even if it does kill my breath" Wordlessly he slid his napkin over to her when she finished working on the second one.

"So, Grivs. When I first saw you I have to admit I said to myself 'Heres a fellow human being in need of some help.' Now like I said, a cheap room is already yours, but maybe there's something else troubling your mind?"

[vampiress020]

“Yea I hope to live for a long time yet.” She said smiling weakly as she tried to figure away out of the hole she was digging for herself. She was saved by the waiter bringing in the dreaded garlic soup. Crinkling her noise she glared at the repulsive smelling liquid. She smiled in thanks when Joe offered to take it.

“Yea I can’t stand the smell of it, it just makes me want to run…” She said taking his napkin and setting it to the side trying to keep from shredding it along with the first two. Smiling lightly she gently sipped from the ginger ale letting the tangy liquid slip between her lips and sighed as she swallowed it.

Listening to him her spin stiffened slightly when he said human being she hadn’t been human in a long time. Smiling faintly she tried to ignore the human part.

“There is really nothing else I need but the room, Thank you for your concern but you have all ready done me a great favor by taking me in.” She said lowering her eyes to the un-shredded napkin but kept her hands on the glass of Ginger ale.

[dakkon]

Joe nodded, impressed by her answer. "Nothing wrong with having optimistic life goals. I'd hope for a long retirement myself but my career ain't exactly known to be easy on a body..." Joe halted mid sentence as he tried to avoid explaining why a motel owner would have such a grim outlook. "The travel I mean, all that greasy fast food." His lips parted in an awkward and disingenuous smile. His hobby was not one he enjoyed divulging.

His face blushed a deep shade of red as she mentioned his helping her. "Naw, nonsense. Up here people look after their own, and everyone else besides. Just glad to be of use" He pushed back the garlic soup to the edge of the table. He had finished it but the sour look on his face suggested Griv hadn't exactly missed out on a culinary masterpiece. He quirked an eyebrow out how she curiously avoided tearing his napkin but didn't mention it further.

Meanwhile the bartender had been engaged in looking anxiously between the bar door and the cheap faux wood clock hanging above it. The entertainment was later than usual and more of the evening regulars were beginning to enter and take up seats. If Griv could recognize fellow vampires she might glimpse one or two taking up seats near the stage.

In a bid to stall off complaints the bartender knocked on the door beside the liquor shelf. Moments later a forehead covered in red scarves and ivory beads poked itself out. A hurried conversation ensued, ending with the passing of some money to the fashionably dressed gypsy. The well dressed rogue, a tall thin man with a dark complexion, and a female cohort emerged from the door. Both were dressed in the garish red scarves and began to work the crowd.

Joseph leaned closer to Griv as he pointedly avoided favoring her with his garlic laced breath. "Those'd be the fortune tellers, owner brings them in from the parlor next door when the band's late. Fancy having your palm read Griv, my treat?" Joseph raised his hand and motioned for one of the fortune tellers to head to their table. The gesture exposed Joseph's wrists to the light and revealed clusters of small circular scars dotting the skin.

[sabis]

'A sudden shift in the winds can bring many things to many places. This calm evening, it brought a sudden chill to the air, and a powerful presence into the small town. A man seems to simply walk into town, despite it's rather relative remoteness, dressed rather oddly for modern times, all greens and browns, with a heavy and well-worn green cloak, oversized hood pulled far enough forward to shadow his face even in daylight, but at night, not even his chin is visible in the dim pale moonlight. Stranger still, he has a quiver on his back, leather and cylindrical, capped to protect the arrows from the weather, and the hilt of a sword sitting on his left hip, a wakizashi to the trained eye. he's outfitted like he plans on living or even like he does live in the woods, yet here he is, just simply strolling into town. The strangest part though, is his PRESENCE. Everything in half a mile of supernatural origin can feel him, his presence, his location, the direction he moves relative to them, everything, like radar went off in their heads. But only the rare few who had ever encountered another of his kind would be able to recognise it, especially since fewer then one tenth of his race actually ping like that with all supernatural beings, most only can be detected thusly by others of their kind.'


'First place he decided he would go, as usual when he enters a new territory, is the local bar. being as old as he is, he's grown rather soft for certain things, and good Scotch is one of them, and if a place can't get good Scotch it just isn't worth staying in the area. He finds North of the Border, and walks right in, not even stopping to look around, heading right off to the main bar area and sitting himself on a stool. he leans in close as the bar tender asks him what he'd like, and quietly informs the man of his desire for the best Scotch he had, served as is, no ice, not watered down. When the tender looks him over and gives him a price for a shot, the ranger simply flips him a coin, the well-trained ear of any nearby would be able to recognise practicly pure, solid gold, and the tender's experienced eye knows it for what it is, and the ranger quickly finds himself with a drink.'

[vampiress020]

Grivous having seen his arm reached over and pulled it down so that she could get a better look at the marks on his arm. She knew what they where the moment she saw them but it was hard for her to understand why he would have so many of them.

"What happened to your wrist?" She asked quietly as she gently let og of his wrist. Glancing up at him she waited to see what he would say about it.

Grabbing her glass of Ginger ale griv gripped it to keep from sinking her nails into the table edge, the marks on his wrist seem it be from some of her own kind. It angered her that there where so many of them bite marks normally don't pile up like that. Vampires tended to feed once then go else where for a meal it looked like they might be from different vampires for the sizes varied.

[dakkon]

From his raised eyebrows Joseph seemed a little taken aback by her hand laying across his wrist. Not that he immediately wanted to pull away from her. With his eyes he traced her gaze down to his faded scars. Ah, the bitemarks, it was funny how easily he could forget those after so many years. He gave her a rueful smile, trying his best to appear mysterious but mostly failing at it.A poker face was not one of his gifts as he drew his hand back beside him and concealed the marks.

"Ah, now that involves a story I usually don't tell until I've had something stronger than garlic soup pass between my lips." He gave a wary look down at his beer, having barely touched it, and grimaced. "Don't think I can handle another round of the swill they serve here though. Tell you what Griv," His eyes shone with light mix of playfulness and interest. "I have a small bar back at where I'm staying and its only a block or two from here. I could mix us up a couple decent drinks and then who knows. Maybe I'll let one of my closely gaurded 'wrist stories' slip" He gave her a wink and a suggestive nod towards the bar door. He left out how he wouldn't the possibility of loosening Griv up a little. She seemed like someone who played things close to the vest and that was wakening Joseph's curiosity, among other things.

~fortune teller, sabis~

The fortune teller on the way to Griv and Joseph's table paused as she passed behind Sabis' place at the bar. A shadow of recognition passed over her face that caused her golden hued skin to pale noticeably. She reached out to steady herself against the lip of the bar as her mouth passed closer to Sabis's ear. "I see death looming over this room. It's shadow crosses between you and the two at that table." She nodded to where Griv and Joe were conversing. The gypsy's words, like a passing breeze, wound past Sabis' ear before fading away. The fortune teller's complexion brightened as she continued to work the room, conspicuously avoiding the table where Griv and Joseph sat.