[Visual] and [Location: Central] Here I am, an old man in a dry month

[deadmanbrucolac.livejournal.com]

"Hello Taxon." A thing shaped like a man (a heavily-scarred man) is sitting at a cafe in Central, and he greets you all with a whisery hiss. The Sanctuary where everyone arrives is visible over his shoulder.

"The man in the moon, here. The Brucolac, for those who do not yet know me. I've been watching over you all, and have noticed a lot of scurrying about. This has lead me to wonder, to concern myself with you and your well-being. How are you? Are you lost? Adrift? Dissatisfied? Content? Successful? How goes the vampire situation?"

And yes, he delivers that last with a smile, just a small one, and a flicker of his forked tongue.

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[visual]

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

"I'm keeping busy." Along with his repopulation of the greenhouse, he's been working on a couple of side projects. "How are you, Deadman?"

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[deadmanbrucolac.livejournal.com]

"Starving, always starving, for your conversation. And yet, only hungrier when conversation comes. I'm bored, Uther."

He may be whining, but it's still pleasant to see Doul.

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[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

"Should I take pity on you? Invite you to my cottage and read you poetry? I could." He could do a whole host of things. "I could also beat you at cards."

...except not that. Doul is still absolute rubbish at cards and we all know it.

[visual]

[deadmanbrucolac.livejournal.com]

"Oh fuck that. Let me toss you around for a little while. I'm thinking too much and not enough, and I want you more at ease with me again. Then you can read me poetry, or cards or whatever."

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[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

"There is a park in north Wilde. Meet me there, Deadman." They are so functionally dysfunctional. It's actually sort of impressive.

[visual, Location: Wilde]

[deadmanbrucolac.livejournal.com]

"I suppose I should have known better than to think I would get to wreck Central with your dear face."

He has no money to tip the waitress here with, but he takes her face in his hand and places it and her taste in his mind. His kindness in the future will have to do for her.

Then he's running, up over rooftops and through streets, to a very different sort of kindness, a unique kind of favour.

[Location: Wilde]

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

With a wry grin, Doul clicks his tablet off and leaves it in his cottage before heading out to the park he'd mentioned. It's not too far, but odds are that the Brucolac will make it there before he does.