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docks; arrival
[ Elora has only known two homes in her life: the first she barely remembers, a fleeting memory of a time before she was changed. And the other, a rotting husk of charred wood and bones, a 'home' only in name that she burned down with her own hands centuries ago. She remained there for ages, knew she would eventually die there, and was content to wallow in her self-imposed misery until that day finally came.

Here, now, unannounced and unplanned, she is lost. There's too many people — she can hear them in the distance as she stumbles into the bay. By some merciful God it is night when she arrives, but that does only a little to abate the fear rippling through her.

The instructions given are half-ignored, the phone tossed to the side and forgotten (unless someone chooses to stop her from leaving it behind) and the necklace inspected for longer than likely necessary. It makes no sense. It has to be an illusion, a trick from some mage that happened to wander upon her home somehow, past her defenses, past her knight, past... everything. It's unlikely, but possible. It can't be real. She can't be here, in this strange city.

She doesn't stray far from the Bay for a while, too keyed up and confused to do much exploring. So she sticks to the shadows — quite literally — a veil of darkness looming around her to keep her as blended in with the darkness as possible. It's safer there, where she can watch and hope she can figure out what the hell she's going to do now. ]

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[ Eventually she has to move. The sun threatens to rise above the horizon and no matter how dark the veil she wears, it will not shield her entirely. Briefly, she thinks, she should just let it happen — end this all now and be done with it. But she wills herself forward; she has suffered worse than this, far worse, and will weather this as she did all her other trials. She seeps through shadows, unseen and unheard unless someone is well attuned to the supernatural, and makes it to the room she has been given.

The door unlocks, she steps in, and collapses on the floor once the curtains are drawn and the room steeped in black. There, she cries, low and soft, but loud enough to be heard through the halls. Her door is half opened and she will curse herself for that later, but for now she just needs to cry. ]

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[Eliot was around the arrival location, and at the perfect time. He turns his head when he hears the sound of the phone hitting the ground. Initially missing the sight of the girl who is lurking in the shadows, Eliot walks over to pick that phone up. Then looks around, trying to figure out who dropped it.]

Hello? Is anyone here? An invisible someone?

You dropped your phone? [...] Helloooo?

[Umika had just come back to the Commonspace from looking for a job and was on her way back to her room when she heard the sound of someone crying. Turning her Dial Fighter over in her hand as she mulled over what to do, she shoved it in her pocket and moved to knock on the door to get the attention of whoever was crying.]

Excuse me...are you all right?

[ She watches, as she always does, to see what this boy will do. He looks young — but something feels different, something feels... familiar? She isn't sure, and it's been so long since she spoke to anyone besides that one wandering hero, and the knight that usually stood by her side at the manor.

A long silent follows, before she finally wills herself to speak. Her voice is low, barely above a whisper, and almost echoing in the darkness. ]

I have no use of such things. Take it, and go.

[ She hears her, but Elora makes no move to hide herself further. She's slunk into the shadows by habit, leaving only a small part of her tiny frame exposed to the artificial light coming in from the hallway. That doesn't hurt, she notices. ]

No. [ A simple enough answer. ] Don't concern yourself with me.

[gods this place was confusing, but he was getting it slowly! Well until cries were heard on his way to finding his room, he knocked, peeking in]

Is everything alright in here..?

[his first words out of not being a doggo!]

Why not?

[Umika slipped inside and crouched next to the shadows the crying was coming from. She wasn't sure why she felt bad for her, but she wanted to help.

Probably because she's relatively new herself and knows how that feels.]

Huh?

[Did the shadows just speak? Spookfest. He looks around, but he isn't looking very hard. If the speaker doesn't want to be easily seen then he won't press hard.]

Are you sure? This can be used to navigate the area. If nothing else, you should keep it for that, miss..? [hm.] My name is Eliot. I'm not here to hurt you.

[ Elora's no fool. People always claim they won't hurt you — but they do, in the end. They always do. What a drama queen.

Still, she has every reason not to trust this random boy. She has no idea where she is, why she's here, or why she should bother to show herself on the chance that he isn't a complete asshole ready to kill her on sight. He seems... harmless, really, just hearing the tone of his voice and looking at him. But looks can be deceiving. ]

How can I be sure of that?

[ She's not actively trying to hide, not really. There's no point when the woman's already heard her and apparently doesn't care to heed the warning to leave well alone. Elora is small, even when not curled up on the floor sobbing into her palms. She looks like she hasn't eaten in a while, pale with dark circles under her eyes. ]

You have no reason to. You do not know me.

[ She sighs. Everyone here is so willing to barge into people's rooms. Granted, hearing a woman crying is probably a good reason to investigate — but still.

Elora looks up, still half hidden in the shadows. ]

You may very well know the answer to that question already. [ no. ]

But what if I want to?

[Umika tries to give the woman her best smile.]

We could all use friends around here.

[she smelled different, so much he didn't have the urge to drink her blood..?]

Perhaps, but that's probably because I'm a stranger.

...Before I go, and very odd question [extremely odd holy--]

may I ask you to smile at me..? Then I'll get going, promise..Or snarl. [but man was he curious]

Because I'm absolutely helpless!

[Please don't just announced that, Eliot... Oh well. It's too late to save himself now. Eliot keeps the phone and his hands up in the air so she can see them. He isn't sure how to really prove the helpless thing, other than knowing he looks pretty frail.]

Did you just arrive here? I know you're probably not comfortable right now if you did. But Genessia won't hurt you. Did you listen to the hologram yet?

[ Silence. Long and drawn out and for a while it might even seem like she's left entirely. ]

Yes. [ To both questions. Finally, she starts to step into view; a small woman wearing clothes reminiscent of a peasant in in the 1400's. Her skin is deathly pale, her eyes dark, and her eyes ringed with black like she hasn't slept in ages (she hasn't). ] I do not understand the purpose of our being here. And I do not care to.

[ Ugh. Don't smile and make her feel bad. ]

I apologize if I caused you alarm, but there is little to be done for what ails me.

[ She looks at him, brows furrowing. When her mouth opens — not in a smile, but like she's about to say something. No fangs are visible unless he can see things normal humans wouldn't. They're like phantom fangs, hovering where her incisors end and extending outward. ]

Why?

[Yuu is not really one to mind his business, anymore at least. So when Elora tosses her phone out Yuu isn't far behind to pick it up from the ground, dust it off and then toss the woman a strange look as she disappears into the shadows of the streets. What the hell, lady?]

Hey! Heeeey!!! [he runs after her, sword at his hip, her phone in one hand as he reaches out to grab her sleeve just before she seemingly melds with the shadows.]

Hey lady, you dropped this!

[ She quickly jerks her arm away, half concealed in shadows now as she spins on her heel to face him. ]

I do not want it. Leave me be.

[Yuu arches an eyebrow, his expression somewhat disconcerted.]

Why not? What if something happens to you? You could call someone to help you with it. Or something. [he holds it out to her again.]

I just woke up here too, I get it! [he squints a little, trying to get a better look at her face now that she's looking in his direction.] My name's Yuu.

[Eliot definitely notices her strange appearance. It's similar to how he would look without with make-up routine, but not enough that he makes the connection. He does, however, bow politely and adjust his attitude. She isn't his age and doesn't look like she's from his time period either.]

I don't think that any of us do, actually. I'm sorry if I seem calm about it... I've been here a while. My name is Eliot Durant.

[there they are, no wonder, he sighed in relief]

I'm glad. I found out I'm a vampire now and it seems you're one too. Finally..someone I don't feel I need to drink out of--ack..that's awkward sorry.

[he rubbed his head] ..thanks for my odd request miss..?

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