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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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"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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