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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 4, 2014 23:42:41 GMT -8
The guys had gentle amusements for a while, and Wiley had no more visions. Abruptly, Vitus noted the time, and escorted Eli out. What was next? Apparently, a magic cat that kept a certain time table...
They strolled through an alley of wet cardboard and ill scents. What were these businesses? Purveyors of rotten fish and piss gasoline?
Vitus checked the time on his cell. Vitus- "We aren't too late. She comes at twelve past midnight."
Eli- "Man, that's specific. How'd you find out about this beastie?"
Vitus- "I was having a rough week, y'know, beating myself up for something, and I just happened to be here, and she showed up. She said something that made me feel better about myself, but maybe it was just talk. Still..."
Eli- "Oh my god, a magic self-esteem cat? That's too cute to be real, isn't it?"
Vitus- "I know, but she isn't really a self-esteem cat. Her name is Melancholy because, er..."
He pointed to an old-style metal trash can at the end of the alley, caught in a shaft of brilliant moonlight. The can wiggled, rose, and then toppled backward with a clash, revealing a giant house cat. Melancholy- "Hello."
Eli- "Oh wow! Wow...! You're a-- a big kitty!"
Melancholy- "I am larger than a natural cat." Vitus- "Melancholy, this is Eli. It's been a while. I was half wondering if you were a dream."
Melancholy- "You should fully know that I am."
Eli- "Oh my gosh, this is-- wow. So-- ah, how are you this evening?"
Melancholy- "I am bittersweetness. And yourself?"
Vitus- "Eli thinks that being a vampire makes one evil."
Melancholy- "A vampire is what you are?"
Eli- "Yes, but-- I don't exactly think that it's evil, it's more... I don't know, maybe I do think it's evil. It feels evil."
Vitus- "You should tell him what you told me."
Melancholy- "Mm. I am a beneficent spirit. I only appear to those who are good at heart."
Eli- "Aww... So... if I really was evil, you wouldn't show up?"
Melancholy- "It is true. Whatever your faults, true evil is not one of them."
Eli- "Well, that's nice then... Are you melancholy because sad sacks come around here to mope in the middle of the night?"
Melancholy- "I am Melancholy because I am. The world in its purest form is both beautiful and utterly depressing."
Eli- "Well, that sounds accurate. It's depressing even to spirits?"
Melancholy- "Am I depressed or am I Depression? I can't even tell!"
Vitus- "Heh, er, magical creatures are eh, a bit odd."
{originally}
G-L- "Hm. I am beginning to suzpect you kidz are nothing but bo-ring. Are you boring, Zhason?"
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Post by Skullbooty on Oct 5, 2014 16:51:28 GMT -8
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 6, 2014 2:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by Skullbooty on Oct 6, 2014 13:55:56 GMT -8
{originally} "....The fuck?" Well, okay... Jason headed upstairs, quickly took a shower, dyed his hair back to blue, then changed his cloths to what he'd be wearing the following night. After all that, he slumped back beside Eli's door then lit a cigarette. He really wanted to talk to Eli..
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 6, 2014 23:35:14 GMT -8
{originally}
Jason didn't really want to, but he fell dead again while he waited...
Later, Eli's alarm woke him an hour before sunset. He really couldn't feel enthusiastic about getting up in this state, especially with memories from the night before springing into his unready mind. Did he stick to his plan? ((If so, let me describe what he finds in the hall.))
Eli did indeed stick to his plan. He awoke with a groan, fully dressed from the night prior. Feeling in front of him for his sunglasses, Eli found both the shades and his phone. After returning to the estate, he had been too weary to put anything in its proper place. Eli stuffed the phone in his pocket and prepared himself for his swim. Surely everything would be better once he got in the water.
Once he put his shades on, Eli got out of bed and packed a gym bag full of his jammers, a towel and soap, and the clothes he intended to wear for the new night. He opened the door and went out into the hallway to find...
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Post by Skullbooty on Oct 7, 2014 2:43:45 GMT -8
{originally}
A dead Jason.
Furthermore,
Jason did not awake because no vampire in this world is a light sleeper. Even golfin' Theo used an alarm clock.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 8, 2014 20:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 8, 2014 23:30:35 GMT -8
{originally}
The pool was outdoors, behind the mansion. The lateness of the day and the trees artificially arranged around the estate kept sunlight from hitting it directly, but the sky was a brilliant orange above the shady surroundings, and Eli was a bone-cold corpse of man. If it wasn't too depressing, it might be interesting to find out how undeath affects buoyancy and swimming in general. ((I'll let you say how, if you present reasons that make sense to me at the moment.))
The best place to shower for the pool was in a capacious guest bathroom near the solarium leading to the back yard / veranda / plaza / whatever rich foolz call it. Inside the mansion, the night shift servants were just starting up. There were few, all moving with purpose and far from bothering with Eli and his destination.
The pool was one of those giant sorta kidney shaped jobs with none of the lines and features of a pool that might host competition - truly a thing of leisure. It was probably only well maintained as a symbol of opulence, or on the off chance it would be needed for a moonlight pool party. Looking around carefully, Eli could see no one was in sight now. His dulled mortal senses could hear traffic noise from the streets not far away.
((I don't honestly know enough about that to even wager a guess, so...I'll leave it to you.))
Eli quickly changed into his jammers via the guest bathroom and deposited the rest of his clothes in the safest location he could find. Then, he went out to the pool. Eli was still pretty disappointed, the feeling perhaps intensified by his daytime crabbiness, but knew that having any pool at the estate was more convenient than going elsewhere. He'd made a mental note to find a new gym, but the bean pool would do for the moment.
He got in slowly, immersing himself in the water, and started swimming. Eli was not interested in learning too much about the effects of his death, it was too creepy and he wasn't in the mindset to work out everything, but he did pay attention to the way his body worked. It was certainly much different from his mortal life, and he did his best to make adjustments to suit his vampiric form. The pool was an odd shape, but he tried to stick to the middle as he switched through his various strokes; back, butterfly, free. Thankfully, the pool was large enough and empty enough that he didn't feel extremely cramped.
If left undisturbed, Eli would continue testing his body until the sun set, and maybe later still...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 9, 2014 23:09:38 GMT -8
{originally} He didn't have any unusual abilities ((that the GM can think of withbrains beleaguered by work)), save for one: He could use his dead lungs for adjustable buoyance devices without worrying about breath. If he wanted to float well, take in air and keep it, then let it out as desired. The lost need to hold his breath was surprisingly sad, though useful. No more relief of a bracing large breath after swimming low. Also, daysickness made swimming more difficult than it should have been - in terms of strength rather than endurance, which was unlimited.
At last his senses started to grow and his body started to wake up. His common sense also started to return - the other night Vitus was definitely hinting that being Handsome McNudebody beneath Angela's window would be a bad idea. ((Jason stay dead for a tiny bit longer.)) "Hnrghghgh...." Eli resisted leaving the pool, letting his dead body sink to the bottom. He didn't want to get out, knowing he would have to eventually deal with the shitstorm from the night prior. Not fun. Maybe he could hide at the bottom of the pool forever, like some kind of awkward vampire sea urchin.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 12, 2014 22:12:44 GMT -8
{originally} ((Now I'll leave Sebastian in his state while Jason rezurrections.))
Jason began to come to a weird sort of life - the condition of undeath to which he was not yet fully accustomed. He felt ill at ease, realized he was slumped in the worst position, and straightened a bit. At once he noticed his hair was slimy, looked at the strands in view, and saw they were dark again. Apparently, he'd need to wait until after waking up at night to bleach his hair if he wanted it to stay.
((Use the black hair graphic for the moment. Zhason is always free to go back to his room and use moar bleach tho.))
Ghost feet descended from the ceiling, and Angela appeared before him. Angela- "Jason, dear... Whatever are you doing in the hall? You seem as if you slept here."
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Post by Skullbooty on Oct 13, 2014 16:15:42 GMT -8
{originally} Jason was a bit shocked yet frightened to see Angela. He wasn't exactly sure on how to handle her..presence. "Hell if I know. Eli got pissed at me then locked himself in his room. I wanted to talk to him but he wouldn't respond back so...that's how I ended up right here. I don't even know what his problem is right now so I guess I'll just wait here until he comes out of his room? I don't know, I'm not good at this kind of bullshit. I honestly don't even know why I care what he thinks but apparently...I guess I do."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 15, 2014 7:16:25 GMT -8
{originally} Outside, Eli was able to swim uninterrupted for ze moment. Vitus's concern did not pan out whilst Angela was distracted. Inside, Angela- "But of course. The stoicism of men, such a terrible burden and yet one you must all bear. Must! Well, I shan't ply you about your feelings, but you know that the one place men are allowed to reveal their beautiful frailties is to women, yes? You can tell me anything, I say. Your honor is safe in my tender hands." As Jason sorted himself out, he realized he needed to wash his hair quick to avoid expelled dye and bleach from fucking up his clothes. It hung in the darkened follicles like dew, both saturating and beading.
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Post by Skullbooty on Oct 15, 2014 19:41:51 GMT -8
{originally} "..." Well, okay?Jason hurried to his room and washed out the remnants of bleach and dye. Since he didn't exactly plan on falling asleep (or dead) again, he bleached and eventually dyed his hair once again. "..." *Hella Sigh*
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 16, 2014 6:34:24 GMT -8
{originally} While Jason's hair efforts were underway, a wild Vitus appeared near the guest bathroom shower. Eli ... Vitus'd!
Vitus- "We seem to need to talk pretty often. What's going on?"
The sounds of "Crazy Squirrels" died down on his phone as Eli began to speak.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 17, 2014 6:33:44 GMT -8
{originally} Vitus seemed annoyed and confused.
Vitus- "Vampires have exactly one addiction that matters. If we could be addicted to anything else that would be worth dealing with, but even if he wants to get high every night - as much as it's even possible - he can't get addicted to it anymore. It's silly and distasteful, but not really a problem, is it?"
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