towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Lucien, Vicente
Setting: Floor 2 to start, ending up in the infirmary. Friday Night
Format: Prose/action?
Summary: A nightly raid on the infirmary
Warnings: Two assassin/murderers, talk about death and destruction is inevitable.

The time was right. Lucien crept out of bed and donned his dark gear, feeling whole once again as his shrouded armor settled into place against his body. The sword came next, belted in its sheath around his waist. There was relief in his expression. It had been too long,

Whispering the words, he cast his chameleon spell, shrouding himself even further in the shadows, and softly snuck out of the room. It was one floor up to meet Vicente, and Lucien wasn't going to risk running into a monster before then. Some of these beasts were to be feared even by the most cold blooded of assassins.

There- the staircase. It was better to hurry now, he could feel the magicka slowly fade from his form.

The halls of Floor 2 were vaguely unfamiliar to him; he didn't spend a lot of time here save to find out who resided in what room, but that rarely took any time, merely a glance or two and then back home again. It was here he was to meet his brother, the only one of the Family left to him.

It was ironic then, that his last surviving family was one whom he had ordered a death sentence, but Lucien was rather fond of irony.

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Vicente waited until it was nice and dark before he got out of bed and made his way to where Lucien was to meet him.

The tower seemed different at night, almost... forboding. Which said something, since Vicente was a creature of the night to be feared. He was the sort of thing people warned about when going into old ruins or caves.

Using his Hunter's Sight to look out for creatures, Vicente spotted his brother and made his way towards him. "Brother. Shall we make our way to that hospital?"

"With all haste," Lucien muttered, as the last trace of magicka vanished. Though he did not truly fear the Tower or what it contained for he had seen too much of Tamriel's dark spots, and death did not hold sway over them, the Tower at night was a different creature indeed. "One floor above is the lift, it will take us to the dining hall."

"You know this tower better than I. Lead on, brother," Vicente said, still not dropping the Hunter's Sight for now. He felt almost naked without his sword, but he could take care of himself with his magic, even without the Speaker here to fight alongside him.

With that, Lucien turned and headed for the staircase, falling into the silent way he moved while on a hunt.

Truth be told, it wasn't far to the lift at all, just a staircase and there it was. Lucien pressed the button and the doors opened, but not too quickly.

Vicente followed the Speaker, looking back and forth. He wasn't picking up anything through the walls, so they were safe for now.

The vampire let the spell drop with a blink as he looked at the lift. He had been in Dwemer ruins back in Morrowind - they provided an easy escape from the sun - and seen lifts. He had just never seen one that was not made of stone and the odd yellow metal.

He stepped into the contraption once it opened.

The doors closed, and with a hum the lift sprang to life. At least in that, the ones from home where not so different.

Lucien decided not to tell Vicente of the decidedly uncomfortable first experience with this lift in particular, when he had first arrived.

"I have seen the place when they called me down there to, dispense with this," he placed a hand at the green collar around his neck. "There are these boxes which are magically kept cold. I believe they store liquids inside them, so that should be the first place we check. How are you adjusting, brother?"

Vicente glanced over at Lucien, listening to him speak and unable to help but put a hand to the collar at his own neck. He found it interesting that their collars were the same color, possibly thanks to coincidence.

"Boxes that keep cold. Facinating." Some butchers and grocers had tried to utilize frost salts to keep their supplies cold and fresh, but Vicente hadn't heard of boxes being enchanted to keep cold.

"Better than I was when we last spoke. This is all a sudden change, this world being so different from Tamriel, and I would send someone to Sithis for some bloody beef. Nevertheless, I am learning."

"Excellent. I have been... concerned about you." Though a smile tugged at Lucien's mouth at the mention of beef. "Perhaps not beef, but there are several... areas here that contain forests, suitable for hunting. I admit it has been a while since I've had to hunt game, however." What? Being an assassin, you got paid a lot and fed well.

The elevator stopped moving, hitting the floor they wanted- the cafeteria, though that was not their destination ultimately.

Placing a hand on his sword, the Speaker took a look at the floor for unexpected threats.

"Have you now?" Vicente didn't think Lucien was the type to get loney, but then again, being in a whole other realm was different than living in a fort just outside your Family's home city. "I have hunted much bigger game, myself, as you are aware." Most of the others didn't mind if Vicente fed on them in their sleep, but those times when he was far away he found himself actively seeking out unwitting prey.

When the doors opened, Vicente activated Hunter's Sight again, hands raised and prepared to cast spells.

"It seems clear," but Lucien wasn't going to take chances. A slight flare of magicka, and his chameleon spell settled around him, leaving only the vague light of his soul visible to Vicente's Sight.

He moved carefully through the room, as shadows were inclined to move and jump out at one unexpectedly, hungry for a hand or foot. The staircase wasn't far away, and he started climbing it, being careful not to touch anything to dispel the illusion spell.

Taking a leaf from Lucien's book, Vicente called upon his Embrace of Shadows power, making himself invisible as he followed the Speaker.

Even with his Sight, the tower seemed ominous at night. The vampire wondered if this was how mortals felt when going into the lair of one of his kind.

As they climbed the stairs, Vicente suddenly found himself wishing for his claymore.

When he came to the landing, Lucien stepped off the staircase and wandered over the floor to the infirmary waiting area. It smelled of antiseptics and bleach, and while they weren't unknown in Tamriel the overpowering level of it made the Speaker cough a bit and drop his spell.

It was only a minor setback, as magicka flared again in a quick restoration, and he crept forward.

Vicente continued to follow his superior. Even though nothing had attacked them yet, the vampire knew better than to let his guard down.

The smells of this new room were enough to make him gag, something that usually only happened when he smelled garlic. He recognized the smells, but they still made the inside of his nose flare up. Even most healers and alchemists didn't use this much when sterilizing equipment.