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abraxaslogs2023-04-14 01:52 am
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When I make the effort, yes.
[It's more akin to a practice than an innate sense. He rather prefers it this way. Goats and other animals don't have quite the same conversational aptitude or rich inner world that humans do. There's really only so much they can convey. Michael thinks he might find the wilds of Solvunn far less peaceful if they were forever buzzing with the sound of half-intelligent chatter.
One of the ones by his side turns its head and opens its mouth, then sticks out its tongue to draw in the edge of his shirt for chewing on. Without looking down, Michael gives it a light rap of his knuckles between the horns. Bad goat.]
No, nothing like that. They're kept more for their milk than their meat but eating them isn't taboo. You might get yourself in trouble if you ate someone's pet or one reserved for a special purpose, of course.
[Standard rules apply, here as anywhere else: don't touch what isn't yours. The question suggests the man hasn't been in Solvunn for very long. His gaze turning assessing and critical, Michael stares for a moment. He doesn't recognize the face, either.]
You must be one of the new ones. Michael.
[He is, after many months in Abraxas, finally learning to introduce himself. Though it's been many long years since he resided in Heaven, a part of him is forever accustomed to be recognized by name. Change does not come easy to those his age and to Michael in particular.]
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the goat seems to back down when michael taps on its horns, and he supposes it isnโt any different than any mammal trying to communicate basic needs. speaking of his basic needs. }
Iโd rather avoid any trouble. I donโt eat food like the others. I was beginning to wonder how long before everyone knew there was a vampire among them. Might as well be upfront. I am newish. Only just settling back after the incident. I wouldnโt say I recommend the pit experience.
{ truly. itโs the simplest most bare way he can place it. he has to compartmentalize it while heโs still dealing with the after effects. at least heโs feeling better. he also figures being upfront is best, considering his plan to slowly reveal his nature has gone to shit. far too many people have been exposed to that in the pit.
before he forgets himself, or his mama rolls in her grave from across another world, he recalls his manners. his accent is usually a mixed neutrality, made of places heโs visited throughout mostly europe, but the new orleans twang is briefly there when he introduces himself. }
Louis de Pointe du Lac.
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[His voice is flat, faux-polite, as if he's being informed of the scientific name of a particularly repulsive insect by someone with an eager interest in them. Michael can tell the man is something, but none of the local monsters look quite like their equivalents back home. Now he has both a name for the man and for what Louis is.]
Solvunn's ancestral ties are to the werewolves, but vampires aren't unknown or particularly reviled, so far as I've seen. In any case: they summoned you, they should have little objection to keeping you fed.
[That is what follows logically. It might not be the case across all factions but Solvunn, at least, bears a certain reverence for their Summoned. Louis seems a well-behaved creature of the night, too, if he intends to feed on goats. Michael cocks his head to the side, inquiring.]
You only feed on animals?
[An admirable display of restraint, if so.
Michael doesn't really have anything to add to his own introduction. It's Michael, just Michael, unless one wanted to preface it with Saint or follow it with the archangel. He never demands such formalities these days.]
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{ the flat tone with the polite gives him pause. it's familiar in the sense that he'd seen it in elder vampires, like a distorted painting come alive to live among people. he distinctly recalls armand. recalling it after the pit experience seems like a fever dream, but refuses to let his life before arriving from fading just yet. louis is used to eerie, and often does not realize he's displaying it since it's been his reality.
he still has to be careful. he'll always be a "monster" to someone. }
With what I've heard, the vampires here are different than what I know back home. Probably for the better. I won't bore you with our feeding habits, but in short, yes. I feed on animals by choice.
{ whether that actually is what his body craves and needs to sustain on, that's only a matter of mediating. he'll cross that bridge if he needs to. louis is resourceful, and he'll make sure not to hurt anyone. he stands still, a statue sculpted from ceylon ebony. his features are certainly striking enough to reference to what makes him non-human, if not his vibrant eyes alone. it'll give him up eventually. his mouth twitches, mostly intrigued. }
I won't be eating anyone in Solvunn, if you're concerned. Or any of your goat friends. I'd like to think I'm still a gentleman. I was told I can get blood wines delivered.
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[Or dragged off to an asylum. Back home, not many humans outside of hunters believed in creatures like vampires. Louis is lucky that they're both known and regarded as not particularly dangerous in Abraxas. Michael reserves his judgement as to whether he's simply honest, brave, foolish, or some mix of the three for announcing himself.
The stillness reminds Michael of an angel new to his vessel, if anything. Truly, Solvunn manages to summon peculiar creatures.]
The vampires from home were never so considerate with their feeding habits. I'm sure the locals will appreciate your courtesy.
[Blood is often wasted during slaughter. A man who drinks the blood and leaves the meat will probably be well-liked among the butchers.
The goats are milling about by now, restless at having stopped moving. Some are circling Michael; one has taken up issue with a tree stump and is rearing back to headbutt it. Michael points down at his assembly.]
These aren't friends, they're livestock that border on pests when they grow unruly. I can ask them who's the least popular member of the herd, if you're feeling peckish.
[There's always a black sheep among the flockโor goat, in this instance.]
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{ a confession, and he'll leave it at that, glazing by to the next topic. the circumstances still haunt him, but they're not here to unlock backstories. at least to his knowledge there hadn't been a group of people actively hunting vampires in his world and it does make him pause, to consider there might be some pulled from worlds that would kill him if they knew what he is. he was in the process of exposing his kind by allowing daniel molloy to interview him over his life, and it would have probably led to his end despite not caring it might. part of him considers a dark joke that is clearly a joke, laced in a way louis understands as he glances at the goat. }
I'm used to being discriminated against for what I am. If you're a hunter, I'd appreciate a heads up. It'd be polite. I will admit, I'd be curious about these vampires of your world. { he leans down to level with a goat, staring at it before he reaches out to place a hand against the side of it, essentially petting it. it gives a noise, settling against his hand. they really are simple creatures with simple needs. he's no different. }
No need to terrorize the goats today. But, since I have you here. Do you know if there's a way to acquire land for a small modest farm? { he might as well take advantage of talking to michael, who might know better since he's been around longer. }
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Michael gives a sound, not quite a laugh, but there's humor in it. Him, a hunter? Of leviathan, perhaps, but those days of chasing beasts away from his Father's creation and into Purgatory are long past. These days he's ready to defend himself and his own. He's certainly not the kind of hunter Louis has in mind.]
No, I'm not. I'm simply acquainted with the supernaturalโbut save your questions for another time.
[Comparisons of home worlds often wind up being long conversations, in his experience. Tonight, he has the goats to tend to.]
You're relatively safe in Solvunn, but be wary around those from the Free Cities. I could name a few hunters there that would feel wholly justified decapitating you for what you are.
[The Winchesters and company would be entirely willing to run Michael through, too, if they had the means to kill him. In their eyes, archangels are probably as much monsters as vampires are.
Michael considers the question. A vampire that wants to run a farm almost sounds like a setup to a joke, but it's fitting that Louis should be in Solvunn, then. Gardsbruk farm is home to several of the Summoned but that doesn't quite fit the bill. They help run the farm, but Wanda and her friends don't own the land.]
For a newcomer? I doubt the Council would give you land of your own to do with as you like. You might have some luck exchanging labour for use of their property with a local family, or finding one that already runs the sort of operation you're interested in. What kind of farm do you have in mind?
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part of him wants to brush upon his mind, but he decides against it. no point, no need. he's also burnt out on having been exploited in the pit. for another time, of course, to maybe figure that supernatural part. }
Noted. I already met a hunter from there. The rest wouldn't be as tolerable over me.
{ mostly because he thinks there's an intriguing aspect to geralt hunting monsters while being considered one. somehow he always lands in the company of like-minded despite not meaning to. he keeps petting the goat while he considers michael's question, mostly waning time before he lifts from the his knees, already considering his options. }
Then I have my work cut out to do my research. Truthfully, I'd rather busy my hands with books, but I do need to think about my feeding longterm. I had blood farms for that purpose. I don't need to own land, only borrow it. Possibly provide extra meat for everyone. Still usable. { for the sake of a sustainable diet he can find a way to appeal to the council. he considers denying the information, but he finds michael isn't truly out to kill him so he might as well impart. he's been a gambling man before. }
I need fresh blood. My kind cannot drink a dead creature's blood.
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For his part, he's finding Louis much more like the vampires of Ikorr than the ones he's more familiar with. The man is polite, a little reserved, and overall easy to mistake for human. Maybe he's the type to only show his teeth when he's hungry.]
Then you have something in common with the vampires of my world. [Dead man's blood isn't deadly to vampires where he's from, but it causes them excruciating pain. None of them would drink it by choice.] I expect if you appeal to the Council in those terms, you'll have greater success. It's a matter of survival and you're offering to do what they honour most: run a farm.
Which of the hunters did you meet?
[He's expecting it had to have been Sam or Dean, though he wouldn't call either of them tolerant of monsters. It'll be news to him that there are people outside of the Winchesters and company calling themselves hunters. The Free Cities really does have a type. It would explain why Geralt knows and shares company with Dean Winchester, however.]
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louis is currently assessing michael, simply seeing if he can gauge what sort of fellow he might be. so far he's in turn reserved, rustic to the movements, but there's a directness he can appreciate. }
I'll seek their appeal then. Never was a farmer, but I'll have to learn. { michael's question makes him think he may have a personal investment by proxy of maybe knowing said hunters even if it may not be savory. all the mental notes. }
Geralt. He did tell me there were some others in the Free Cities, but I got the idea they are not built like him. Different worlds. I'll try to stay clear if I must. Do you have names? I also gotta wonder if there are sentiments in Thorne, if you know any there.
{ he might have motive for asking but he plays it off in his seeking for information for the sake of personal safety. }
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He supposes he could move out into the woods like Aloy and live the life of a hermit, but even she makes the occasional trip into town. There's no avoiding human interaction.]
They'll be thrilled to have a new Summoned eager to learn their craft, I'm sure.
[Show enough enthusiasm, and Louis might find himself a new favourite to some local farming family.
Geralt is a relatively new name to Michael. He's passed the man half a dozen times in Nocwich over the last half a year or so, but only recently learned his name and connection to Dean Winchester. He should've guessed the man's a hunter, too. Michael has a connection of his own, as Louis suspects, although it's not that alone that motivates him to speak. They are united in being creatures that might be hunted.]
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchesterโ[There's a half-second pause that could pass for trying to remember a name. In truth it's hesitation to give it out, but he and Jo are no longer on friendly terms. He thinks she'd choose to throw her lot in with the Winchesters, anyway.] Jo Harvelle. Potentially Castiel. He often travels with them, though he may not have quite the same animosity towards monsters that they do.
I haven't heard of any in Thorne. On the whole, they seem as accepting of the unusual as Solvunnโat least between Summoned. I suspect they're more concerned with protecting themselves from Thorne's leadership than pruning supernatural creatures from their numbers.
[Thorne's Summoned have bigger issues to worry about than one another.]
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he'll leave that thought for another day. the sentiments in throne bring a relief he didn't realize he's been holding onto. he shows in the lift of his shoulders he catches as he readjusts his posture. although he has his complications with lestat, he's still the only one from his world. part of him will always still be attached.
there's no pause whatsoever in the names the roll his way. part of him wonders if all of them are from the same world, and it seems he might not need to ask right out. it's obvious. there is only a vague connection he is aware of, from when he walked around nocwich and a woman pushed her grief in a memory he didn't intent to peek into telepathically. from jo - of them flinging themselves over what seemed to be a dead man's plight. he's sure he met her, but he prevented from saying his nature. }
I think I met this Jo briefly. Her and her people recently lost someone. They were at Nocwich. I was well acquainted with Castiel in the pit. He only cared if I was going to hurt people down there. I owe him for looking out. Funny how an angel has more regard for humanity than humans themselves. { considering how castiel had been open in the pit, he thinks the group he gathers with, these hunters, are known in what they are. he'll still give a benefit if anything. }
They might have their exceptions. { he fully expects to not be one of them. the fact that he befriended castiel had been only because of the pit. releasing a shrine monster together seemed to hold a weight for them both after the fact. he also likes the way castiel holds himself. although he's not sure how to feel that he'd been finding kinship with non-humans mostly. louis, who has tried to retain humanity desperately. there might be a similar enough thread. } We all have them.