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The blood runs slow and thick, and slumber is heavy
Abandoned or not, it seemed that someone had negotiated to get the lights and elevators running again in the old Kitterick hotel. Of course, most of the windows were draped over, particularly those of the penthouse thirteenth floor. Still, bars of light could be seen poking out here and there on the lower levels.
If the residents of the neighborhood were curious about this new development, however, they were certainly not saying so. In fact, there seemed to be an unofficial chill in effect in the surrounding area. Those few souls who were out on the streets scurried along quickly and fearfully on their business, restricting their activity to the daytime as if by some unspoken consensus.
Point was, the streets were clear of activity by nightfall. Whether the night would remain peaceful was anyone's guess.
If the residents of the neighborhood were curious about this new development, however, they were certainly not saying so. In fact, there seemed to be an unofficial chill in effect in the surrounding area. Those few souls who were out on the streets scurried along quickly and fearfully on their business, restricting their activity to the daytime as if by some unspoken consensus.
Point was, the streets were clear of activity by nightfall. Whether the night would remain peaceful was anyone's guess.
LIGHT NEGOTIATIONS (Tal and Heiji)
He paused outside the fae lord's mansion, glancing at Tal. "So you're sure this guy has the thing, right?"
'The thing' being, of course, a rather singular artifact that they'd need to put a permanent stop to the vampire in question.
RESCUING MAGRA (Clara, Heiji, Eren)
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Magra was an adventurous girl when staying in the Institute proved to be too boring for her and nothing caught her interest. When talking to the teachers like Apollo or being with her fellow students wasn't enough to pass the time, she had a habit of running off to explore the cityscape.
For the most part, besides fretting, Clara let her be. Everyone needs to have the chance to stretch their legs and do something different now and then.
It's only when she didn't come back from a trip of hers and when her own friends wondered aloud why she didn't come meet up with them at the agreed meeting place did she begin to panic. Alarm bells were ringing, bright and clear, and Clara searched high and low for her, becoming more and more fearful and out of control every time her search came up empty. It got to the point lightbulbs burst and technology broke down if she so much as passed them by thanks to her distress.
Magra is missing and she had no idea why.
Frightened, panicked, and agitated, she finally went to Heiji for help because she had no idea who else to go because this couldn't just be right. Reckless as she is at times, she knew better than to disappear and not contact someone, anyone, about her whereabouts. Clara could feel it in her core, whatever is left of it, that something is terribly wrong.
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"What's going on?"
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Someone is talking to her and she needs to respond, that's how it works. It's so difficult to focus on the real world though when her head is swimming with paranoia and fear and irritation, thoughts scrambling and unscrambling too quick, too much for her to keep up with.
"--What?" She looks to where the voice is coming from, sounding faint and a little out of touch. "I-- I can't find her! She's gone and she's supposed to be there but I misplaced here. I can't find her!"
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"Who are you talking to?" He knows all too well what blown bulbs and scrambled electronics indicate, but asks anyway, peering over Heiji’s shoulder.
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"Wait, who's gone? A student? Is it..."
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Another lightbulb goes out near them, oh dear, and she's now covering her ears and shaking her head, rocking back and forth a bit to calm herself down because it's rude to break things and she's sorry for it but she's gone she's misplaced where is she where is she
Clara has never been this distressed before, even when troubled by people wanting to actively banish her, so all signs point to someone close to her being in danger. Possibly. Maybe the girl decided to just play hooky. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I-- I can't-- She's not in her rooms, not in her circle, not in places I know. Where? Do you know where?"
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“From Redbright?” he repeats, giving Heiji a suspicious look. (They’d have to save the 'so you can see supernatural stuff, huh?' conversation for later, when they aren’t dealing with a distressed ghost.) He’d gone to Redbright for a short time. While his stay had ended rather drastically, he’d been there long enough to make a few acquaintances – one of which, oddly enough, he’d seen somewhat recently... “Hey, if you're talking about one of the students there, they wouldn't happen to be a short girl, would they?”
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"She's Miss Clara's granddaughter -- been at Redbright for a little while now." He turned back toward Clara. "Can you give us any details about where you saw her last? Did anything unusual happen, or were her friends planning anything?"
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Clara looks distressed and upset but at least it seems like she'll keep herself together long enough. Hopefully her answers will reflect that.
"They were going out. They were going to have fun," is her only answer for them. Her and her friends were going out somewhere, to enjoy themselves. That's all she knew. She tries to give the girl as much space as she could, not wanting to be a burden. Now she wishes that she at least eavesdrop before she left. "Somewhere. Somewhere-- A... A cudgel? A staff?"
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"Look, I saw her just the other day, if that helps? She and some others looked like they were headed to Greenwich." He hadn't stopped to say hello - a choice he's starting to regret now. Even at the time, he'd felt like something had been a little off.
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"Not past the Greenwich Tube Station? Near the old Kitterick building?" Please tell him no, bro.
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For now.
Greenwich. Yes. That sounds like a place her granddaughter would go to if she wanted to be both bold and foolish. Somewhere far from the safety of Redbright and the protection of the neutral zones. Eyes wide and expression pained, she looks at the two back and forth in hopes of an answer. Is that place it? Is it?
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"Is that as bad as you're making it sound?"
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"Some vampires have taken up residence in that area, not affiliated with Islington. If that's where Magra was headed, she could be in danger -- they don't follow the rules, and they're takin' orders from a lady vampire who's bad news. Styles herself a countess."
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She knows vampires can be good people. There's Cooper, someone she trusts. She knows better than to discriminate and judge but a vampire not following the rules near her poor child? Oh no. Oh no that's bad news indeed.
"We need to go. Go go go go go." She's already turning and heading out of the cafe to get there. Never mind the fact she's never been there before and probably will just end up lost in her state.
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"Hang on a sec! Don’t go rushing off without us," he says, quickly gathering his things before following after her.
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Of course, that would probably require some highly illegal driving. This was clearly bad, but they needed to make sure Magra was all right, and Eren was a werewolf, right? It'd probably be fine...
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There's no way she'll be able to take on the vampires by herself. She needs their help so all she can do now is hope and pray against odds her granddaughter is still alive and well. "Hurry. Hurry hurry hurry hurry. Please. She's my baby. I won't let them harm my baby."
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"Great. I've been wanting to ride it anyway," he says, finally finding the potion he’d been looking for. He uncorks the top, takes a fair sized gulp and offers the rest to Heiji. "Vampire Toxin," he says shortly, wasting no time with further explanation. He doubts Clara will need the protection, but Heiji might.
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"Don't worry; we're not gonna let anyone hurt her if we can help it. Just follow along with us, okay?" His motorcycle was already parked out front, so it was a quick matter to toss Eren the spare helmet and swing his leg over the side.
"Alright, let's get going!"
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They had to get there soon before anything else could happen to the poor girl and anyone else who could also be trapped there. So she's quite willing to phase through cars and homes and even people now, not bothering to apologise when lights break and technology goes on the fritz. People are left in darker places with shivers running down their spines as they wonder what on earth that strange and unnerving chill was after that bike speed by them.
That? That was a makeshift rescue team going in to save a hapless Redbright student from dangerous vampires.
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lawyer cameo
since eren left town
pretend i saw this a long time ago oh my god ; ;
FIGHTING THE MINIONS (Free-for-all)
The hotel interior had once been decorated in grand style, with glass chandeliers, expensive furniture, tasteful wallpaper, and plush carpets. Now, however, all was in varying states of decay. Perhaps some elements of their environment could be used to the assault's advantage?
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FIGHTING CARMILLA
Carmilla herself was seated and waiting in the very back. She was pale-skinned, beautiful in the classical sense, with long red hair exquisitely bound up with ornaments that jangled when she moved. Her dress was wine-red cloth, exquisitely expensive and embroidered in gold; its train pooled on the floor behind her. Two vampire attendants remained motionless behind her. All in all, she was the picture of elegance. Of course, there was the small fact that the exquisitely carved throne on which she was resting depicted hundreds of screaming faces, some rising up out of the mouths of the others like misshapen tongues of bone and gaunt flesh.
"Well, well," she said as the elevator doors opened. She held an upturned skull in one hand; some dark liquid swirled about inside. "It isn't often that I receive visitors."