towerofanimus | [OPEN]

Characters: Vicente and YOU!
Setting: Floor 2 and the medical ward.
Format: Prose, but will follow you.
Summary: Vicente makes his way to the medical ward so he can get his supply of blood.
Warnings: Blood. Philosophical debate about religion.

It had been at least four days since Vicente had last had any blood. Even as ancient as he was and could no longer pass for a mortal, he still could only go so long without feeding. The collar with its green light didn't make it easy to be his usual sneaky self, which didn't help matters.

It was a good thing that the medical ward had supplies of blood for the taking. The creatures here he could kill easily enough, but he wasn't sure that it was safe to feed off them. Unlike Morrowind vampires, he couldn't subside on non-sapient creatures' blood anyway.

In a dark corner of the room, Vicente sat in the shadows, hunched over. In his hands was a blood packet, which he greedily sank his teeth into and sucked, drinking in the essence.

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Raphael nodded. "I see..so they were trying to serve their God to the best of their ability. Interesting."

..He wasn't quite sure how he felt about this, but it didn't worry him too much. Or, at the very least, he wouldn't let it worry him.

"..Were you part of this cult?"

Again, Vicente shook his head. "No, I was not," He replied thruthfully. He was part of a cult, just not one to Mehrunes Dagon. "But once they began revealing themselves, the details of the Emperor's murder came to light."

"And, as a consequence, the Humans who were part of that cult got punished by the other Humans and Gods."

"Those who revealed themselves in public were surely dealt with by the city guard," Vicente said. Why they had revealed themselves, he did not know. Telaendril said that they had attacked someone in town, but she didn't have a clear view of who the target was. "But the cult was still at large, since the Oblivion gates failed to close before I left."

At that knowledge, Raphael nodded. "So the ones that were not killed escaped to 'Oblivion'?"

"I do not know," Vicente replied. "It is possible. I do not go outside often, you see, and get my information second-hand." At his age, in his advanced state of vampirism, he could not walk in the sun, no matter how much blood he drank.

"I understand. Why do you not go outside often?"

"Vampires prefer the darkness," Vicente replied. It was a half-truth, but he wasn't about to reveal that sunlight could kill him.

At that, Raphael nodded.

"I see. I suppose that is why you are in that dark corner."

Not that Raphael would have killed him if he knew. He was an Angel of healing, not killing.

"Indeed," Actually it had been because he was used to hiding when he fed, even when it was out of a blood pack instead of a neck. "I keep to the darkness in the Tower, even during the day."

Raphael nodded again as he thought.

"I see..does the sunlight cause you pain?"

"...It does," Vicente confessed. "Sunlight is poison to a vampire." As was garlic and fire. But again, he wasn't going to just reveal his weaknesses.

"..I see. I shall remember that then."

..Even though this was an unholy creature, Raphael wasn't planning on killing this person. He would probably use the information to keep him alive.

Vicente's voice grew hard. "Tell no one else. I have no desire for the entire tower to know my weakness." He already made a habit of avoiding the cafeteria when he knew the meal would contain garlic.

Raphael looked a little puzzled at that, but nodded.

"I was not planning on telling anyone else. You need not worry."