[Voice & Location: Wandering around / IN UR BAR]

[nopalehorse.livejournal.com]

[Methos is still getting his bearings, but all in all, things aren't so bad. For all the inconvenience of being suddenly snatched away from his life into an ant farm run by giant hamsters (and he's quite eager to confirm that for himself, because really?), Methos is actually enjoying his time in Taxon so far. Much of the reason for this has to do with the distinct lack of other Immortals. He's been all over Taxon twice now, walking its streets and riding its trains, and not once has that familiar buzz dodged his steps. After becoming so used to the sort of trouble Duncan MacLeod attracts like a magnet, he's positively giddy at the change of pace.

This doesn't mean everything is flowers and rainbows, though. If Methos is anything, he's paranoid, and it's let him keep his head this long, thank you very much. The woman who'd spoken to him when he'd first shown up had been decidedly unhelpful, but he'd been able to glean a thing or two about his situation by paying an almost obsessive attention to the conversations going on over the tablets.

So while he's not even close to being properly settled in, he has warmed somewhat to the idea of actually talking to people via tablet, since they all seem to be real people and not the empty-headed automatons running around everywhere. Thus, he makes his first broadcast to Taxon at large, asking a Very Important Question:]

So. Where can I find a nice place to sit down and have a beer?

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[shaneonyou.livejournal.com]

In the time it takes for Methos to draw his sword - crap, he has a sword, but you're faster than that, Shane, don't doubt yourself - and to walk past him, away from him, putting his back to the vampire, Shane succumbs to the feeling. It's been five months. It's one person. No one has to know. Not even Levi.

Just the way Levi taught him, Shane inches closer in the dark, the same way meant to give just enough of a hint of a lurking presence to stir the anxiety. Blood tastes the best that way.

Then in a silent flash, Shane advances from behind, fangs bared and eyes shock white with bloodlust. He's going straight for the takedown, straight for the neck.

Welcome to Taxon, Methos. Land of fake stuff and, inevitably, vampires.

[nopalehorse.livejournal.com]

There's no warning before the attack. No sound, no movement of air. Just one second he's alone and the next there's a weight on him and a sting in his neck--

His neck. No, no, no, not his neck...

He's unaware if he cries out, but there's nowhere to swing his sword and it falls to the ground with a clatter. His arms come up to dislodge this person, this-- (that's impossible, there's no such thing as vampires) --but it's like trying to dislodge steel and the pain is excruciating now, burning like fire.