001 * Arrival

[servessithis]

Characters: Vicente and open
Setting: Dorm, then cafeteria
Format: Action, but will follow your format
Summary: A Dark Brother finds himself in a very strange place. Confusion ensues.
Warnings: Possible talk of murder for now.


[After one of his usual nightmares, Vicente awakens. But instead of the dark stone walls of the Sanctuary, he sees something quite different.

Confused, the vampire sits up and looks at his surroundings. This is definately not the Sanctuary. And what in Oblivion is he wearing?

He sees the note on the bedside table and reads it. It speaks of how his world has been destroyed.]

If this is someone's idea of a joke, it is not a very funny one.

[He gets out of bed and looks around, spying the trunk. He opens it and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees his familiar dark clothing. Nobody is around, so he changes out of the white and into his own clothes. That's better. He searches through the trunk, but alas does not see his claymore.

It's only when he puts his necklace on that he realizes there's something around his neck. He searches for a mirror to look at himself and sees the collar filled with green liquid. He tries to pull it off, but the thing's on tight. Very well, he'll find a way to remove it later.

Might as well explore. He takes a careful peek outside, making sure there's no sunlight getting in, and then steps out and begins walking around.]



[He was directed here by a fellow prisoner when asked where he may obtain a meal.

Is he suppossed to eat this? The least they could do is put nutmeg or fruit in it. Well, hopefully it will be less lethal than Antionetta's cooking experiments.]

Comments

[silentdeath]

Lucien gave the vampire a moment to compose himself, knowing that such news could be a blow to anyone. Even he had his mourning period for the lost ones of the Sanctuary, though he had come to terms with that long before this.

[servessithis]

Vicente sighed, running his long fingers over his hair. The news was still quite the blow and it would take him some time to come to terms with it, but he knew how to stay strong.

Looking back at the Speaker, the vampire asked, "Is there anything I should be aware of regarding this prison? For that matter, do you know the purpose of these?" He pointed to the collar around his neck.

[silentdeath]

"I do not, but there are many mysteries in this place." He had to think about the things he had witnessed so far, and frowned, wondering if Vicente was even in a state to hear them. "I believe it to be a plane of Oblivion, unknown to Tamriel. The beings in charge do not show themselves in person, but make their wishes known through other means. Creatures roam the halls at night and pose quite a challenge."

Oh, there was one last thing, and even Lucien had a problem with it, considering that it rendered their profession completely useless. What was an assassin when his kills just returned as good as new the next day? "Perhaps the most important thing to consider is that people do not seem to die here."

[servessithis]

Vicente nodded. He could believe it was a plane of Oblivion, though it did not match any description he had ever read of. It was a little too neat and organized to be Sheogorath's realm, for one. "Creatures, hm? I shall have to keep that in mind should I have reason to roam the halls at night." Being a vampire, that would probably happen at some point, since he needed blood and those bottles in the truck would not last forever.

At Lucien's second statement, the vampire had to blink with surprise. "That is ubsurd."

[silentdeath]

"That is what I said, but the beings here seem to find it delightfully funny bringing a body back from the dead." Lucien's face was deadpan, unfortunately. Not even his usual morbid humor was leaking through in his tone. It was really rather annoying.

Another thought occurred to him. "Ah, yes, I almost forgot. We shall have to arrange for your needs."

[servessithis]

"By Sithis," Almost five times in one day he had sworn by the Dread Father. And he didn't think he was lucky enough for this to be one of his vampiric nightmares. What was a Dark Brother if he couldn't spill blood for Father and Mother?

Fixing his red eyes on Lucien again, Vicente nodded. "Yes, this simply will not sustain me." He pointed to the porridge. "The trunk at the foot of my bed contains two bottles of blood, but that obviously will not last forever." Plus, blood was always more savory and beneficial when it was fresh.

[silentdeath]

"It may not, but you should consider finishing that bowl, brother. Unpleasant things happen to those newly awoken." It had been rather amusing, though, watching newcomers protest the tasteless porridge and vomiting as a result. Vicente was an entirely different matter.

"The people seem as if they would react just as badly as Tamriel at large would. I recommend checking on the hospital in the floor above for an emergency supply. Do not fear, however, I would not let a brother starve."

[servessithis]

Vicente looked down at the food again, sighing. Again, he trusted the Speaker, so if Lucien said he should choke down this slop, he would. He picked the spoon back up and resumed eating without complaint.

"Perhaps I will investigate this hospital this week then."

[silentdeath]

"I can accompany you, if you wish. There is little else to do here." Though he had gotten plenty of exercise prowling the tower very stealthy, and he knew practically every inch of the tower that was accessible. Not to mention all of the rooms and who lived where. "Except perhaps to hunt the monstrosities roaming this place."

[servessithis]

Vicente smiled slightly after swallowing more of the porridge, not wanting to bare his fangs in public, even if nobody seemed to be looking their way. As a vampire, one could never be too careful. "I would appreciate that, Brother. Is there an ideal meeting place?"

[silentdeath]

"Perhaps it would be better to meet in the residential floors, others are prone to attack after dark." Lucien replied after some though, tapping a finger on the tabletop. "We can take the dwemer lift and avoid having to climb these bizarre floors."