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01 Action (Genessia City - Late Night) | Video
Action (Genessia City - Late Night)
He wouldn't have been taken by surprise by the hulking, two-legged werewolves when his feet hit the concrete outside the Bay if his senses weren't accosted by so many unfamiliar scents. It hadn't taken a pamphlet to convince the lythe auburn-haired young man he'd been taken very far from home. He'd left his club, fully anticipating the scent of the northern Pacific Ocean to fill his heightened sense of smell, but had instead been overcome by a strange fatigue.
He'd awoken in a coffin surrounded by water that smelled strangely chemical. He'd glanced over the pamphlet but other strange smells had drawn him curiously to the surface. The snarling animal slammed into him as soon as the street lamps on the street level filled his too-sensitive brown eyes with their stinging, momentary blindness, and the beast's momentum caught him at a bad angle, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Survival instincts kicked in and Luther rolled back to his feet faster than a human eye could track, dilated pupils causing his brown eyes to appear black in the light overhead. His lips curled back from slightly curved fangs in a hissing snarl. The werewolf was back on its feet too, growling menacingly before launching at him again, but this time Luther was ready, easily side-stepping the wolf before looking around for some sort of weapon. It looked like something out of a horror movie (a bad one) but that didn't mean Luther wanted to risk hurting the thing. Who knew what might be going on with the beast.
Instead, he ran as the werewolf attempted to right itself (vampires were exceptionally good at running, and a few blocks down jumped to the third story fire escape of the nearest building, paying no mind to who might be in there, or whether it was a business or an apartment. He just needed to put some distance between whatever was prowling the streets and himself until he could sort things out.
(OOC: If you'd like to action, I'm down with you stepping in at any point in that little exchange, including he invaded your apartment/home :) I'm down with prose or bracket spam!)
( video )
[The young man, clean cut and cleaned up a bit from his rough introduction to the city, seems a lot calmer and completely normal when the video feed initializes. There's a cool charisma to his words when he speaks, even if the topic seems a little strange.]
Hello, everyone! Sorry for the late hour, but this place doesn't seem to run on a schedule. Your welcome committee could use better manners, by the way.
[And he assumes you all know what he's referring to.]
Now, I vaguely remember some sort of recorded message talking about Genessia, giving directions, and being altogether welcoming, and cute, but I was a little busy running from a rabid werewolf to pay complete attention. I'd really appreciate a fill-in.
[He pauses briefly, smiles, and makes a little wave with his free hand.] I'm Luther, by the way. I hope we can all get along.
He wouldn't have been taken by surprise by the hulking, two-legged werewolves when his feet hit the concrete outside the Bay if his senses weren't accosted by so many unfamiliar scents. It hadn't taken a pamphlet to convince the lythe auburn-haired young man he'd been taken very far from home. He'd left his club, fully anticipating the scent of the northern Pacific Ocean to fill his heightened sense of smell, but had instead been overcome by a strange fatigue.
He'd awoken in a coffin surrounded by water that smelled strangely chemical. He'd glanced over the pamphlet but other strange smells had drawn him curiously to the surface. The snarling animal slammed into him as soon as the street lamps on the street level filled his too-sensitive brown eyes with their stinging, momentary blindness, and the beast's momentum caught him at a bad angle, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Survival instincts kicked in and Luther rolled back to his feet faster than a human eye could track, dilated pupils causing his brown eyes to appear black in the light overhead. His lips curled back from slightly curved fangs in a hissing snarl. The werewolf was back on its feet too, growling menacingly before launching at him again, but this time Luther was ready, easily side-stepping the wolf before looking around for some sort of weapon. It looked like something out of a horror movie (a bad one) but that didn't mean Luther wanted to risk hurting the thing. Who knew what might be going on with the beast.
Instead, he ran as the werewolf attempted to right itself (vampires were exceptionally good at running, and a few blocks down jumped to the third story fire escape of the nearest building, paying no mind to who might be in there, or whether it was a business or an apartment. He just needed to put some distance between whatever was prowling the streets and himself until he could sort things out.
(OOC: If you'd like to action, I'm down with you stepping in at any point in that little exchange, including he invaded your apartment/home :) I'm down with prose or bracket spam!)
( video )
[The young man, clean cut and cleaned up a bit from his rough introduction to the city, seems a lot calmer and completely normal when the video feed initializes. There's a cool charisma to his words when he speaks, even if the topic seems a little strange.]
Hello, everyone! Sorry for the late hour, but this place doesn't seem to run on a schedule. Your welcome committee could use better manners, by the way.
[And he assumes you all know what he's referring to.]
Now, I vaguely remember some sort of recorded message talking about Genessia, giving directions, and being altogether welcoming, and cute, but I was a little busy running from a rabid werewolf to pay complete attention. I'd really appreciate a fill-in.
[He pauses briefly, smiles, and makes a little wave with his free hand.] I'm Luther, by the way. I hope we can all get along.
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"Sure, okay. So you're a cop. I'm not armed and I was recently fleeing for my self. Think you can put the gun down?"
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"This place isn't usually like this. Weird things pop up, but this monster stuff definitely isn't normal. Everyone's in a panic."
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"Okay...so, what's the place normally like, then?"
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"A lot of your typical city stuff...there are a few different cities with more types of people and not-people in 'em than it's easy to keep track of. Quite a few just want to survive til they can go home, but you'll always have your criminal element here and there, I guess. But the things running around aren't normal, no."
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"People and not-people?"
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"So, what you're saying is being human is what, better than being a different species? What's so great about them?"
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Now if he didn't have to put up with his cousin having exactly that attitude...the whole galaxy would probably be a little better, he thought.
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"Do humans outnumber nonhumans that much in your world, too?"
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"Too many of the humans just get a superiority complex...think they're the only ones that matter. It gets on my nerves a lot."
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"I feel that. I'm the best polearm fighter I know, and no one gets to challenge that." He pauses, crossing his arms. "You're alright. I...I'm a vampire, just to get that out of the way, and I know I can promise I won't eat you, but you'll just have to take that on faith."
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"I think here's the first time I heard of vampires. We got a couple blood-drinking species back home, but nothing like you that I've seen. I suppose I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now." He never totally let his guard down, it was who he was, but the guy hadn't made any moves so far. "You haven't tried anything so far, anyway. I figure that's a good sign."
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"You're welcome to the flying title, Han. I've never been outside the passenger quarters of one, myself."
He raised his eyebrows, though. "Really? There aren't any vampires where you come from?" Admittedly, in his own time, they were a failing species. As far as he knew, he was one of the last. That...was beyond depressing.
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"I've heard stories of a species that sucks energy, but I never knew for sure if it was true or not. I don't think I've run across any like what's been here at times, though. Drinking blood." he replied.
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He clears his throat, crossing his arms. "Yes, a stake through the heart would kill me, but so would a bullet. Wouldn't it kill you?"
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"Yeah, it would. Might not be a blaster bolt like we have, but just as nasty."
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He quirks his lips in a smirk. "We might be the smooth-talking seductive wet dreams teen girls want us to be, but I doubt you care about that."
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He might have been a ladies' man-though nothing like Lando, who went overboard with it-but he never did anything non consensual and always made sure they were of age. He was considering the older teen years slightly gray-ish due to the fact that different worlds probably had different standards and ages of adulthood. He did hate guys that just took what they wanted, that was always one of his things, along with staying away from anything involving slavery.
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