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[Action for Everglade]

It was just before sunset, as shadows began stretching out farther and farther. Most people had closed up shop for the day and were bracing for the night that came with its own brand of danger. However, there were still the occasional pairs walking the streets. Among the people starting to wind down for the day was a tall man that towered above anyone that came close but most kept their distance. He walked the streets, keeping to the shadows until the sun began to sink beneath the horizon. That's when the King of Monsters made his move.

He spotted a couple walking the street, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings as sunlight gave way to street lights. Without a sound, Dracula positioned himself behind the pair. For a brief moment, a deafening silence engulfed the area before a woman's scream pierced the night as her companion dangled, suspended by the arm shoved through his body from behind. He jerked his arm to one side, sending the body flying across the street, leaving a river of blood staining the pavement.

The woman ran, screaming for help as she went. Those cries, however would be snuffed out quickly as Dracula pounced on her like a wolf on a rabbit. Any who heard her calls would find Vlad discarding a withered dried up husk after draining the woman as her companion remained in the center of the street in a pond of his own blood.

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[Leo had heard a number of rumors regarding Everglade and how "inhabitable" it was for humans, so naturally when he had the chance, he would have to investigate first hand. The rumors sounded farfetched, but nonetheless he still came prepared just in case- choosing to don his armor and have a sword at his hip, in addition to Brynhildr.

He rode into the city at night on horseback, the horse's dark coat and Leo's own armor allowing them to blend in pretty well. Nothing seemed off (outside of the weirder looking folk, but they weren't bothering him at all), until he heard that scream anyway. So he changed his course to find where it came from, and it certainly didn't take long for him to come across the grizzly scene. He wasn't terribly phased, given what he's seen before, but it doesn't make it any less gruesome.]

Gods... perhaps there is something to the rumors.

[He sounds pretty calm for being right there with the one responsible for this mess. Should he call the Guardian?]

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Being what she was now, the night didn't bother her. But wandering around Everglade was not her favorite past time, as she found.

Morbid curiosity brought her here, looking for bunnies. Hell, she'd take zombie bunnies, monster bunnies, or even evil bunnies... she had been a villain back at home after all. At least, that's what she told herself sometimes. But her tall bunny ears twitched when she heard a cry for help, suddenly and violently silenced.

Drifting quickly to the source of the noise, Noah found herself along a sidewalk, eventually laying her eyes among a vast pool of blood, and in the middle a tall man... Dracula himself.

Unfortunately, she had no idea who he was; she was just finding a part of herself terrified of the violence... but not enough. "Hmph, what a way to make a mess."

[Vlad stands slowly, tossing away the shriveled husk to the side. Once he'd had a moment to stretch and dab at his mouth with an elegant handkerchief he turns his attention to Leo. The horse and armor were unfamiliar but the coloring implied some affection for the darkness.]

I suggest you leave lest you get caught up in what is about to happen.

Dracula turned slightly to address the newcomer, arching an eyebrow at the admonishment.

"Perhaps you should choose your words a bit more carefully when addressing the one who made the 'mess.'"

"Why? Are you important?" Noah gave a shrug. "All it tells me is that you don't know how to clean up after yourself."

She can certainly feel some level of power, probably comparable to her own. But she isn't the least bit interested in picking a fight with him. She's heard about vampires, and while she might not have any blood to suck, they could still be bad news. Maybe she should have thought a bit more about that after what she said, though.

Threatening a prince of Nohr? How bold.

[Not that the prince thing means anything here, but it doesn't change the fact that not many have that audacity. He stands his ground, contemplating reaching into a small pouch on his person to get out his device. Confronting this... thing isn't his place, but he can't exactly just walk away, can he? Perhaps he could bide his time until authorities show..?]

What is even the purpose of this mess? Or is this act for the sake of the city's barrier?

[He almost called the act 'senseless murder', but coming from Nohr and given his father, that's a hell of a thing to say.]

She really shouldn't have been there.

She really wouldn't have been there had her agent not insisted that they would return well before dark. Even now she was seething over the fact he had left to meet with another client and left her sitting with those planning the next shoot, promising to arrange a ride.

Either the ride had never come or she had somehow missed it entirely, because now, on her own, she was making her way back toward Genessia, too afraid to loose her wings and fly home. It isn't hard to see that she really doesn't belong in this part of town. While her clothing may be dark, she sticks out like a sore thumb.

Her prior aversion to Everglade is immediately justified when she hears the screams and spots the scene unfolding up ahead. For a moment- much longer than she would ever like to think about- she simply stands frozen in place before she quickly makes her way to the broken man in the center of the street on instinct. The attacking...thing is distracted with his woman prey and the least she can do is see if the man is still somehow alive before he gets back.

[Throwing around rank, hmm?]

A prince of Nohr means nothing to the King of Wallachia.

[He glances at the carnage around him.]

Oh this? Just a snack before the curtain rises on this play.

"And yet your vision seems so limited. This is but a prelude to a larger 'mess' as you put it. Everglade has been stagnant for too long."

As the darkness fully envelopes the place, Noah would feel his power rising as eyes began peering at the pair from some distance.

"Unless you wish to contribute your own blood to my painting, I suggest you leave."

Despite the gaping hole in his chest, there was indeed some movement from the man. Small twitches in his extremities as Dracula rose from his prey, turning slowly.

"I would step away if I were you. Ghouls can be rather violent upon first awakening."

[She had been stalking the night, taking her time before Rip had to be to work when she heard the screams and then the thud of a body hitting the ground. It made her pause and tilt her head before she started to move towards the sound, sticking to the shadows as she approached.

The first thing Rip noticed was the scent of human blood. It made her pause just to relax and revel in the delightful scent before she moved a little more towards the scene. Once she got there, she saw a rather familiar figure discarding what was once a woman.

Rip watched him from the shadows, leaning against the side of a building with an amused look before glancing back at the male bleeding out.]

Vat a vaste~. Both of zhem vould haf made a delightful meal vith how much fear vould haf been coursing through zhem after a little torture.

Oh boy. This guy...

"Hmph, do what you want. I'm only here for a visit, anyways," she said coolly. She was so thankful she didn't live here. "By the way, seen any bunnies around here? I'll take them even if they're creepy, or undead." Kinda like herself.

She wants to vomit he moment she makes it close enough to see the man's chest but powers through it and kneels, taking the man's arm and willing her Light through him. It's... almost immediately clear she won't be able to do anything when her own power finds so little of the man's own energy, but when her eyes snap up at the sound of the returning figure's voice, they're glowing the bright gold of divine Light.

She jerks her hand back and immediately rises to her feet, heart thundering painfully as she appraises him.

....shit.

"Is that what you are?" Even from where she stands, it doesn't take much to feel the power rolling off of him.... and it's far too familiar a feeling.

[At night, Satou's duties are harder to stomach: She patrols Everglade looking for corpses, identifies them, and has to get them tagged for hauling back to PD in the morning. It's a miserable job. She's not allowed to move them, since eating them is free game. She's not allowed to charge anyone either: Only note that the murder took place during legal night hours.

So seeing the bloodied pavement isn't a surprise. She keeps her distance, able to sense Vlad's presence with her empathy. She can guess that he's still feeding, so it's not time for her to examine the bodies for identification. Satou just stops some distance away and begins marking the time and location of the discovery on her police phone. All she can do is make sure these deaths are marked as legal, and no one will be prosecuted for them.]

[Well, that answers his second question pretty clearly. This sure doesn't have anything to do with the barrier at all.]

"Before the curtain rises?" So you mean to attack the city.

[He already knew from Takumi that this world brought some less than savory fellows, but this? He'll be reaching for that device now, since this was definitely something he shouldn't be confronting himself. Let alone something that... turned a woman into a mere husk. He sure picked a fine night to enter Everglade, didn't he.]

What even are you?

[Meanwhile: Adventures with Stupid.

Eliot isn't renown for his good life choices. Like tonight, when he's late leaving Everglade. Everglade, of all places. He at least has the sense to walk carefully, keeping an eye out for anyone who might want to test if he tastes as much like pink lemonade as he looks. At crossing the bloodied pavement, Eliot stops short. Even his ditzy personality has memories of blood and bodies. He remembers once being the victim too, and bled out until he was begging not to die.

It takes a moment for his instincts to guide his gaze to Vlad. Despite his appearance, he is vampire enough to have excellent night vision. His green eyes flash briefly, as a reminder of his psychic power, as they fix on Vlad. He looks mostly disappointed. Maybe a touch scared.]

... I know about the night laws, but do you have to make such a spectacle about it?

Attack the city? Nothing quite as pointless. What I intend to do is for the good of this place.

[He motions to the dead bodies that are now twitching and struggling back to their feet.]

I am what most would call a vampire, but that is not quite accurate in my case.

He arches an eyebrow as the two bodies began to twitch and struggle back to their feet to join the army of eyes surrounding them.

"Why would I care for such insignificant creatures?"

"A ghoul? Hardly."

As he speaks his fangs shine unmistakably in the light given off by the street lamps. "Ghouls are simply a byproduct of my feeding. The husks that I drain seek out others on their own to create more prey for me to feed on."

He notes the golden eyes, but says nothing for the moment. If nothing else, he was interested in this encounter.

[Vlad didn't even blink when he heard Rip's voice. He simply smirked as he stood, the first body starting to twitch as the transformation into ghoul took root.]

Patience, Rip. This is only the beginning of tonight's banquet.

[As Vlad stood, his ears twitched ever so slightly at the noise of the tapping on the phone.]

I can hear you, you realize. It is pointless to hide your presence at this point. However, I do think it is a good thing to have someone to see what is about to happen.

[The two bodies began twitching, eventually struggling back to their feet. Should Satou be able to sense such things, there would be no trace of anything controlling the ghouls. These two were moving purely on their own instincts as their dead, empty eyes settle on a nearby house.]

[As Vlad stood, he glanced over his shoulder. His senses quickly identified the other as a member of the undead, keeping Eliot safe for the moment as he turns to face the other vampire.]

If you think this is a spectacle, perhaps you should leave before the curtain truly rises.

If I didn't want you to know I was here, you wouldn't. [She says that confidently, though she knows it may not be entirely true. The point remains that she didn't intend it to be a secret.

His word choice of 'however' prompts her to put her phone away. That's not good. Satou watches, stiffening with fright when she sees the bodies move. That doesn't happen back home. Ghosts, sure, but zombie things? Rarely. Never in front of her.

But she can't appear unnerved. She follows their glazed gaze towards the house, then redirects hers back to Vlad.]

I won't interfere, so long as you follow our laws. [Which means he can't attack people inside of their homes. Only those who have wandered out.]

What manner of foul creature-?!

[If there was anything to break that calm facade that Leo bore, is was watching those bodies writhe back to life. He's seen some truly awful things, and the Faceless were pretty high up on that list, but this?!

His horse doesn't care much for it either as she bucks slightly at the sight of them, making Leo drop his device to take hold of her reigns. Composure, Leo, come on!]

For the "good" of this place? With those abominations?

Oh.

[WELP, BETTER LEAVE--- He almost follows his instinct, which would be to skip on outta here. Eliot is a cowardly observer. It's his job. He doesn't want to get hurt either.

At the same time, his job requires he watch. As a Living Library, he's supposed to witness history. So he ultimately stands his ground. His fear begins to show, but in the form of a timid and submissive sort of smile. One that's not happy, but meant to establish his inferiority without a fight.]

I don't see any reason to take this any further. If you've fed, I'm sure you're happy enough?

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