» tu me manques;

[mobezon]

Who: louis & co.
When: early december.
Where: nocwich. solvunn. horizon.
What: somewhat of a catch-all, both open + closed prompts. some re-connections and some first meetings before the event.
Warnings: n/a.

 

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𝐒𝐀𝐌.

[mobezon]

{ his memories were fuzzy at the start, reminding him of his own fractured memories back home. he has daniel to thank for bringing back what should have never been hidden from him. yet again it has happened. revelations. it brings him to what he knows. normally he wouldn’t have gravitated towards the hunting woods, and he hasn’t committed to it. he’s merely looking. some locals try to hand him a weapon, a spear of sorts, and with a reserved smile he politely refuses.

the woods are daunting, dark and looming. he’s told there are creatures in there, but that’s not what prevents him from going inside. perhaps he came for the ghost of a comfort. lestat had been in abraxas once and the ever thirst of his brought him to the hunting woods often. of course, it’s foolish to be reminiscent, but he still yearns out of habit. perhaps it’s for the best he is the only one of his world here, since he still needs to figure out what it means to be on his own without a companion.

the locals leave him alone, his frame almost seeming carved from stone if he truly stills in his silence; becoming a david of someone’s making. he shakes his head and turns to leave, but spots a man not too off from where he's standing. he’s rather tall, and probably stands out often in specific crowds. without his senses sharp, he can't tell how long the man has been there as well. louis is glad his gifts are without their full spark for now. it makes it almost human to be standing next to a stranger and not be able to read their thoughts. after a couple more moments of silence, he decides to be social and tilt his head into a glance. }

You haven’t been in there either, have you?

[kalesalad]

( he spends the majority of his time in Nocwich in a town born of (and run by) vampires. it's as civilized as any other town he's been in and his brother being alive numbs the aching grudge he holds. it's not against all vampires. just Jenny. just the random vampire girl that got away all those years ago. despite the civilized nature of everything, Sam is drawn away.

he triple checks that he has the time in the territory and pushes outward, exploring the outskirts along the treeline.

he doesn't know what could be inside. for someone who knew his own world and the creatures there-in like the back of his hand, he's a novice here. a quick study, yes, but, he knows there are more politics to take into account. that anyone inside may have families of their own. that there may be wolves, too. he did learn about the two separate territories, the vampires and the werewolves.

he doesn't dare go inside.

he loses himself in thought for a few seconds, maybe minutes, until someone nearby asks someting.

he doesn't recognize him, wouldn't, he's the new one here, not his brother. he gives the trees one more look before shaking his head and walking his way over, stepping over any branches sticking out. )

You?

[mobezon]

I was thinking about it, but I'm not much of a hunter.

{ certainly there's irony in his words, but the stranger doesn't need to know how deep it runs. at least not then. he'd gotten used to putting the effort of blending in back home when he'd encounter people, but in a world like abraxas sometimes it can be picked up that he's not necessarily quite human. he's okay with it here since he isn't flaunting. the hunting woods is about sport. louis isn't the sort of hunter most vampires in his life have been.

it's not necessarily the whole truth as well, since he has been both hunted and hunter for the sake of survival. louis isn't seeking it out, which in part is what has kept him at the outskirts. although his senses are dimmed, louis can briefly hear the faint beat of the stranger's heart to indicate he's a whole living person before it cuts out. it brings forth a twitch of his mouth that forms into a polite smile when the man's frame is clearer. }

Name's Louis de Pointe du Lac. { sorry, he has to be a bit dramatic and say the full name. } You'll have to forgive me if you're one of the Summoned. Seems I'm back again. I didn't know everyone back then if you'd been here, but you could have also just arrived?

[kalesalad]

( He is, but, arguably not of what might wait for them behind the trees.

The name catches in his mind. Louis would be less recognizable but it's everything strung together which strikes a cord. It's certainly not Sam's cup of tea, but he's devoured every piece of vampire, werewolf, and all-kind-of monster fiction he could find.

He blinks away the subtle recognition, thought sitting on the edge of his mind, but not saying anything else out loud.

Years ago, he and Dean were sucked into an episode of Scooby Doo. He didn't tell them who they were, either. It's not exactly like it, but with parallel worlds running against each other (and maybe not even parallel), it's very possible that someone named Louis De Pointe Du Lac exists. He doesn't have an encyclopedic knowledge of his life, but he is well aware of Louis' Anne Rice origins. )

A little of both, actually. I just arrived and I've been here before, but I don't remember either time.

( Which brings with it, a learning curve. )