towerofanimus | 002 * No more family

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002 * No more family

Characters: Vicente and YOU.
Setting: The Library, and Cafeteria
Format: Action, but can switch.
Summary: Vicente finds himself having to coast by now that his remaining Family is gone.
Warnings: None for now. May change.

[Lucien is gone. He tried to contact his Speaker, but he's nowhere to be found. Whether he was eaten by something or sent home, neither one sounds promising. Especially if it's true about what becomes of the worlds the inhabitants are taken from.]

[Vicente doesn't otherwise show it, but he's quite down right now, since his only family is gone now. He goes to the library to hide away and sort himself out.]

[The food here is no substitution for the provided blood he and Lucien found, but he finds it's still good to keep up appearances.]

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[He spent all of yesterday wandering around the Tower for a quiet place to, well, look at his... gifts in private, but to no success. They're exactly what he'd requested but at the same time, the tower has bred paranoia in him - it's paranoia, that doesn't mean he's crazy, haha, of course not, he hasn't lost his mind yet, that he can tell paranoia and madness apart makes it obvious right, right - and he's not willing to risk them hurting someone. So today he's out trying again, wandering into the library only to find it occupied. Damn.]

Oh. Er.

[Right, not taking it out on the poor guy, he looks... actually. Kinda. Mean. Eridan shrugs lightly.]

I'm sorry, I thought there was no one here.

[He looks up from his book at the newcomer.]

There is room enough for more than just me.

I know, but. I mean. Er.

[He's nervous and excited and a little terrified all on his own, hang on, this whole using words thing is hard.]

Nevermind.

[Did he just stick his foot down his throat? He probably did. He would facepalm at himself if that weren't so obvious. So he's just. Going to go find a book now. He's totally not blushing green either, so be kind enough and don't notice that. Which is definitely not happening, at all, anywhere near his face. Right.]

I'll just... stop interrupting.

[He noticed the green blushing, and finds it odd that one would blush that particular color.]

You are a strange one.

[Looks back down at his book. It's a book on artilary, which he chose at random.]

[That makes Eridan snort loudly before he grabs the first remotely interesting thing at ha--oh hey, a book on guns.]

Yeeeah, I kinda. Get that a lot. Sorry.

[He offers a wry smirk, but it's kind of ruined by the fact his maw is full of needle-sharp fangs. It takes a while for it to register as wry. Whoops.]

[He looks back up at the stranger.]

Just what sort of Mer are you anyway?

[The pointed ears and varied skin color are typical characteristics of Mer. The horns are not.]

[Eridan blinks behind the sunglasses, looking up quickly enough a flash of yellow eyes is seen.]

Mer?

Yes, Mer. Or do you use the more common term, "Elf"?

Oh.

[Pause.]

Oh, no. I'm not an elf. I'm a troll. [Adding quickly, remembering Gandalf's words and maybe raising his hands to look placating.] Not the kind that kills people, I mean. Well, okay, maybe some of the others are. Well, more like definitely, actually. But I mean! I don't mean you harm.

[Pause.]

Unless you mean me harm and then I might have to hurt you but hey, why bother. We're just... two... chill... bros here. Right?

[Oh god, please tell him he won't have to whip out that rifle without a safe test run first. Sob.]

A troll?

[Looks the... troll up and down.]

You are the least hariest troll I have seen yet.

[To say nothing of how this one has only two eyes and horns.]

[Eridan barks a laugh at that, though he can't stop the snide remark:]

You've clearly never met the Gran Highblood.

[He shakes his head.]

It's okay, though. I get that trolls are kinda... different, where you come from. There's a bunch 'a us around here in the tower, though. I mean, trolls like me.

Most trolls I encounter would have burst into flames by now.

[Even if he himself is weak against fire, that doesn't stop him from using it on occassion.]

[Clueless headtilt go.]

...why?

Because I would set them on fire, obviously.

...that's a cool power to have.

[The much-better-than-mine is somewhat heavily implied in his tone. But then, only if you're familiar with crippling deadpan, which is his modus operandi.]

There was a white wolf curled up on one of the library tables. Her ears pricked up when she heard Vicente approach and she lifted her head slightly to look over at him, watching his movements.

Vicente looked back at the wolf, book in hand. Not many wolves came with such markings, at least not in his world. Not to mention most wolves would have gone for his throat by now.

Ammy got up, then leapt lightly off the table, padding towards Vicente to get a better look at him and the book he was holding. She didn't go for his throat, but she did sniff the air, as if trying to determine something by his scent.

His current book was a book of plays, chosen at random. It's something new, at the very least. Vicente looked right down at the animal, knowing that he possibly smelled odd to it. As a vampire, his body still functioned and was animate, showing no signs of rigor mortis or bloating, but his flesh still had the air of something not quite living.

Ammy turned her head away briefly, making a face that clearly said gross even to a complete stranger to wolf expressions. On the other hand, Vicente didn't seem like he was on the attack, either. So for now, she jumped up on top of one of the nearby bookcases -- just to keep an eye on him.

Vicente couldn't help but notice that the animal's face was oddly expressive for a minute there.

"You are a strange thing, you are," Even still, he sat down in a chair and began reading.

A breeze began to blow through the library, fluttering the pages of Vicente's book.

Vicente looked up. Odd, there was nowhere for a breeze to come through. The vampire shrugged it off for now and turned back to his place in the book.

The breeze picked up suddenly, sweeping a pile of papers off the desk and scattering them across the floor. Ammy continued to look innocent.

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002 * No more family

Library, here, have the zombiehunter kid that fangirls vampires (in movies)

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