𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬;

[mobezon]

WHO: louis & co.
WHAT: catch all for post event, ect.
WHERE: horizon. solvunn. nocwich.
WHEN: april showers & may flowers.
WARNINGS: ptsd aspects might arise and any canon usual warnings will be tagged.

 

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[mobezon]

There's no point in hiding it. I am.

{ 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.

[familysucks]

A statement like that would get you killed in some worlds.

[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 flock—or goat, in this instance.]

[mobezon]

There's no hunters in my world, if that's what you're implying? Doesn't mean there weren't plenty out to kill us. Mostly from other vampires. I've done it.

{ 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. }

[familysucks]

[Vampires killing vampires is no surprise. Humans kill other humans, and even angels kill other angels. If a thing can kill, it'll find reason to kill its own.

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 supernatural—but 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?

[mobezon]

{ he keeps his attention to the goats, finding michael's tone easy to detect. there's something about it that is pure vanilla in the sense that it could the blandest by perception or it could end up being the right amount of simple. louis is still trying to find usage in solvunn. the sureness is what catches his attention, a confidence of someone used to holding authority in a way that is beyond comprehension. the confirmation that michael might be familiar to the supernatural makes him think he is of the supernatural, but certainly not a vampire.

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.

[familysucks]

[Funny enough, Michael wouldn't be insulted by the suggestion that his attitude is vanilla. A flavour that comes from the fruit of a tropical orchid that flowers only one day a year. Peculiar, he thinks, how that came to mean normal or boring for so many.

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.]

[mobezon]

{ unfortunately he'd had to show his teeth far more than he'd liked in the pit, and now he's reverting back to his quiet manners. he has to. he's about observing and understanding before acting. right now he has no true plight in the game to figure out how he fits into solvunn. it'll take some building and assessing on whom if he were to share his radical ideas. it would mean he cares, it would mean he'd want to mettle into "human affairs" as his previous partners have warned him not to do.

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. }

[familysucks]

[Sitting back and thoroughly assessing a situation before intervening is a wise policy. Heaven had been all about carefully laid plans and redundancies when Michael had been running the place. These days, he's found meddling in human affairs is an unfortunate necessity of living amongst them. There is no Heaven for him to retreat to, and only so long that he can remain in the Horizon. His primary existence is here, among the Solvunn locals and their Summoned.

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 Winchester—[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 Solvunn—at 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.]

[mobezon]

{ if there's something louis is able to do, is wear a variety of diverse set of hats. he's been able to blend in ways that make him seem appealing. it seems the choice is once again being taken from him, that he has to appeal and mold into solvunn so he may continue to go on in ways that are comfortable. the question remains how comfortable he will want to become.

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.