Post monster hunting

[servessithis]

Who: Vicente and Open
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Prose, but will follow you
Summary: After his encounter with a monster, Vicente is feeling under the next morning.
Warnings: Possible references to violence.


Vicente sat in a lone corner of the cafeteria, sipping his tea. The vampire was looking even more pale and gangly than normal, his eyes sunken and his cheekbones looking more prominent. His clothes had recently been cleaned and sewn back together.

The vampire's fight with that creature had resulted in him losing a lot of blood. While vampires - his kind of vampire anyway - did get stronger the more they were deprived of blood, so did their weaknesses increase. Vicente was also at that age when a vampire's weaknesses could not be fully diluted, even while full of blood.

Vicente would need to feed again soon. And find or make himself a weapon.

Comments

[warriorscribe]

*Are you tired of the nosy, heroic, always-concerned do-gooder-types yet, Vicente? Because there's one that's making a short detour here at the smell of the tea.*

How did you make that?

*Because tea is something invigorating, he's found, and he could use it. If it's plant-derived (which seems the obvious solution given that is one of the few things out there now and it certainly doesn't seem animal-derived), he wants to make some.*

[servessithis]

*Vicente peers over the rim of his cup.*

Hot water and herbs and leaves I have gathered.

[warriorscribe]

*He's about to ask which leaves when it suddenly hits him through his own sleep deprived haze how haggard this man looks.*

...You look like you need it. Are you all right?

[servessithis]

I will recover. Never you fear.

*He just needs to get to the medical ward tonight.*

[warriorscribe]

If you say. It's been a difficult month so far...

*He just wants to help people, since he seems to be having a hard time helping himself.*