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undergrounds2015-07-16 05:38 pm
mygame) wrote in undergrounds2015-07-16 05:38 pm
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[OPEN] A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
1) Covent Garden, Camden, Night Council Territory
The creature that called himself the Nogitsune walked through the crowds of people littering the London sidewalks without much care. Glancing at him, most thought nothing of him. He wasn't handsome enough to be remembered or special enough to warrant attention. A few might have taken a second look at his too pale skin or the shadows around his eyes, but kids these days had their styles, didn't they? Probably some sort of makeup. Went well with the black and grey hoodie and jeans he was wearing. Probably makeup. Right?
"Stiles!"
Someone called after him as he turned a corner and was lost in the crush of humanity that overtook London in the fashionable Camden area. He paid that stranger no more attention that he had when crossing from 'Nest' territory to those of this so-called 'Night Council'. The Nogitsune had questioned only one human in that time, asking a simple question that the elderly man had been quick to answer. A ten pound note was pressed into the man's hand as the Nogitsune moved on. It was easy to give away money that hadn't been the Nogitsune's in the first place but pickpocketed from one of the many humans he passed. Some skills never went out of style. Or use.
It had been in the 1900s the last time it had walked these street, here before being sent elsewhere for whichever vampire lord or lady had been in charge them sent it to America. In his mind, he still thought of that place as 'the New World'. In the eighteenth century, this place had been the den of prostitutes, playwrights, gamblers and drunks. Now it was a tourist attraction. Of course, two centuries before that, it had been a pleasure-ground with beautiful high class homes around it. Strange how time ran in a circle like that.
With the warmth of a pub's light on his face, the Nogitsune's attention turned onto the crowd. Black eyes narrowed just a bit as it sought out whatever it was that had caught its attention.
2. Tower Bridge, Southwark, Islington Nest territory
The past nights had been full of rush and hurry for the Nogitsune, something he had walked away from despite the shouting when he had endured enough. Give someone a pair of fangs, and they think they rule the world, he thought grumpily to himself as he lounged on a bench looking towards the Tower Bridge. In the dark of the night, the bridge blazed like a cheap whore showing off all her assets. Not that he minded a whore, cheap or otherwise, but there was a gaudiness to this era that left him a little annoyed. Ten minutes in Piccadilly Circus had settled that for him.
Cars were another matter. Those drew his attention, and it was only a matter of time until he stole one and crashed it somewhere. Probably in werewolf territory. Start a nice fire over there and see how much modern firefighting had changed.
"As if anyone would miss part of Newham if it burnt down," he said aloud more to himself than anyone in particular.
Better idea might be to steal the car in Newham and crash it somewhere around there. But then, well, werewolves. Last thing he needed was already starting a pissing match with the werewolves. Fun for him as that might be. Once he learned the lay of the land, then there would be time for those things.
Although that nice shiny car over there was tempting him terribly. No one would miss that auto, and honestly, how hard could driving be? Getting to his feet, the Nogitsune grinned to itself unpleasantly as it gave the matter a little more thought.
3. Greenwich Park, Greenwich, Disputed territory
The park closed at dusk, but things like that hardly mattered to the Nogitsune. Most of its time had been spent reacquainting itself with modern day London, learning new places that had come into being or old ones that had been 'revitalized'. It hadn't told anyone of its plans tonight, and no one had asked. He knew on some level that some faction or another, maybe even his own, were fighting for control of the area, but he didn't care. Some of its things had been left here.
He frowned, looking up to the moon and trying to orient himself with the moon on where he had been when burying his stash of treasures a hundred years ago. Making his way across the pleasantly laid out flower beds towards the treeline. Soon enough, he was in the midsts of the twisted old chestnut trees. Nails sharpening, he dug in and started to climb up. It was somewhere around here.
(Or feel free to add a wildcard start! The Nogitsune is a roamer and not especially caring who's territory he's in. Good with prose or brackets)
The creature that called himself the Nogitsune walked through the crowds of people littering the London sidewalks without much care. Glancing at him, most thought nothing of him. He wasn't handsome enough to be remembered or special enough to warrant attention. A few might have taken a second look at his too pale skin or the shadows around his eyes, but kids these days had their styles, didn't they? Probably some sort of makeup. Went well with the black and grey hoodie and jeans he was wearing. Probably makeup. Right?
"Stiles!"
Someone called after him as he turned a corner and was lost in the crush of humanity that overtook London in the fashionable Camden area. He paid that stranger no more attention that he had when crossing from 'Nest' territory to those of this so-called 'Night Council'. The Nogitsune had questioned only one human in that time, asking a simple question that the elderly man had been quick to answer. A ten pound note was pressed into the man's hand as the Nogitsune moved on. It was easy to give away money that hadn't been the Nogitsune's in the first place but pickpocketed from one of the many humans he passed. Some skills never went out of style. Or use.
It had been in the 1900s the last time it had walked these street, here before being sent elsewhere for whichever vampire lord or lady had been in charge them sent it to America. In his mind, he still thought of that place as 'the New World'. In the eighteenth century, this place had been the den of prostitutes, playwrights, gamblers and drunks. Now it was a tourist attraction. Of course, two centuries before that, it had been a pleasure-ground with beautiful high class homes around it. Strange how time ran in a circle like that.
With the warmth of a pub's light on his face, the Nogitsune's attention turned onto the crowd. Black eyes narrowed just a bit as it sought out whatever it was that had caught its attention.
2. Tower Bridge, Southwark, Islington Nest territory
The past nights had been full of rush and hurry for the Nogitsune, something he had walked away from despite the shouting when he had endured enough. Give someone a pair of fangs, and they think they rule the world, he thought grumpily to himself as he lounged on a bench looking towards the Tower Bridge. In the dark of the night, the bridge blazed like a cheap whore showing off all her assets. Not that he minded a whore, cheap or otherwise, but there was a gaudiness to this era that left him a little annoyed. Ten minutes in Piccadilly Circus had settled that for him.
Cars were another matter. Those drew his attention, and it was only a matter of time until he stole one and crashed it somewhere. Probably in werewolf territory. Start a nice fire over there and see how much modern firefighting had changed.
"As if anyone would miss part of Newham if it burnt down," he said aloud more to himself than anyone in particular.
Better idea might be to steal the car in Newham and crash it somewhere around there. But then, well, werewolves. Last thing he needed was already starting a pissing match with the werewolves. Fun for him as that might be. Once he learned the lay of the land, then there would be time for those things.
Although that nice shiny car over there was tempting him terribly. No one would miss that auto, and honestly, how hard could driving be? Getting to his feet, the Nogitsune grinned to itself unpleasantly as it gave the matter a little more thought.
3. Greenwich Park, Greenwich, Disputed territory
The park closed at dusk, but things like that hardly mattered to the Nogitsune. Most of its time had been spent reacquainting itself with modern day London, learning new places that had come into being or old ones that had been 'revitalized'. It hadn't told anyone of its plans tonight, and no one had asked. He knew on some level that some faction or another, maybe even his own, were fighting for control of the area, but he didn't care. Some of its things had been left here.
He frowned, looking up to the moon and trying to orient himself with the moon on where he had been when burying his stash of treasures a hundred years ago. Making his way across the pleasantly laid out flower beds towards the treeline. Soon enough, he was in the midsts of the twisted old chestnut trees. Nails sharpening, he dug in and started to climb up. It was somewhere around here.
(Or feel free to add a wildcard start! The Nogitsune is a roamer and not especially caring who's territory he's in. Good with prose or brackets)
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"I suppose, but you know it is," he said with an empty smile, a parody of a regular teenager. "Exams and things like that. Have to get the best scores."
The Nogitsune had no real clue how anything was these days, but it had been true back in the early 1900s when it had last been awake. He had never understood the obsession with book learning, could barely read beyond a second grade level himself. While some might think him stupid, he had the sly cunning of an animal.
"You often make diagnoses in the local pub?"
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He smiled at the Nogitsune, but even this expression seemed tired and a little faded with wear. "Oh, you'd be surprised where an old sawbones can operate. In your case, however, you simply have a touch of pallor around you. Although you're not alone."
He laughed. The sound was slightly raspy. "Twinsies."
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It wasn't a good lie, but the Nogitsune doubted this thing cared or knew the difference. His experience had always been that stupid lies disguised as pleasantries could be overlooked with a roll of eyes. The nobility would have never survived into the modern era if not. Or the mad.
He wasn't sure what to make of this oddity, whether to poke this strange man to see what reaction he could draw out or leave it alone. Just because someone looked non-threatening didn't mean that they were. It was that last bit that drew the Nogitsune in, making him draw in closer to the odd doctor. A look was cast over his shoulder before bringing his eyes back to Faust. No one was behind him or near him.
"I can assure you that I am alone. I doubt anyone finds me worth following."
Twinsies? Was sort of word was that? Languages and slang changed so much in a few decades.
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Faust smiled and reached into his pocket, producing a single business card, which he offered to his new acquaintance. It listed a medical clinic's name and address, plus his own name -- Dr. Johann Faust.
"Just in case you should find yourself in the neighborhood," he said. "We're all in need of a little help sometimes, hmm?"
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"Help?"
People were so strange these days, odd to the Nogitsune with only seventy-some years passing between when he had last been awake until now. Curiosity in plain on his face as he turns over the rectangle of cardstock, fingers brushing over the lettering.
"What sort of 'help' is it that you give?" he asked. Given how Faust looked, he doubted there was much the man could do for anyone except die messily on them. Had he been more educated, the Nogitsune might have found the 'Faust' part interesting given the literary link. A shame the vampire was more cunning than intelligent.
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"It's a small practice, of course, since there's only me. But we do get a lot of repeat customers. And we're very... discreet." Discreet enough to cater to all kinds of clientele, certainly. Vampires, werewolves, weirdos of all kinds...
But he shouldn't admit to as much in a bar.