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

[tohko_amano]

As old as..that rang a bell in Tohko's head.

"I see. I'm glad to hear that, but if you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"

[servessithis]

"Now, now, it's impolite to ask one how old he is," Vicente replied cooly, but there was no offense in his voice. "But if you must know, I am thirty." Which was only half the truth. The vampire had been turned in his thirties - he'd long forgotten his exact age - but was actually much, much older than that.

[tohko_amano]

At that, Tohko scratched her head, but she did smile a little. While she was still a bit suspicious that this person was immortal in some way, she wouldn't pry if he didn't want to tell. After all..that would be nosy, right?

"Ah, alright then! I'm sorry for being nosy..but you know, thirty isn't that old. At least, where I come from. Maybe it's different where you live?"