RP between Rook and Zoo
Log
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 10:53 PM
Getting to Thornmouth from the Vale was a lot easier when one had help from a dragon, though they still took most of the day to walk there from where they landed to avoid anyone seeing them coming in. 'Macaw' was left behind to wait, and the Vampire ensured he would look like a random wandering merchant. Through his abilities, of course.
He even got a horse to go along with the disguise, only to promptly leave them in the stables. Maybe he'd get them again.
The slums was where he went, where he mingled with some of the beggars, gave them shards for the local gossip and he eventually made his way around the Housing area. It was quieter there, but many didn't linger around the houses, out of respect for those who wanted some sleep.
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 10:59 PM
Jules was... peckish. To be sure, bloodwyne was an excellent invention. Jules however, had been spoiled- used to the real thing. Bloodwyne was so watered down.
It didn't take long for him to get hungry. There wasn't exactly a line of people just waiting to fork it over, either. He fell back on an old bad habit fast:
Find what you need and just take it.
Sure, it was a deadly game, but only if you get caught. It wouldn't have to be a big mark. Just enough though. Enough to tide him over till he got work and got on his feet.
So he told himself. He didn't know enough of the people here to guess who would fight back, or who would be missed. He had to be an opportunist.
Well. Opportunity struck.
He found himself casually following the stranger. A few paces back. Not too close, not too far. Soon enough he'd have to turn a corner to a secluded area and then it would all be over before he could blink.
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:06 PM
It wasn't often he paid little attention to anyone wandering about, but he was on a mission and it didn't seem like anyone was skulking about his house. That much was a relief. To the one Guard passing through, he gave them a quick chat and off they went.
Another relief.
When he got to his home, Jack immediately slid around to the back. Good, dark and facing the water - he was sure he could avoid anyone bothering him.
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:12 PM
A pair of cold, sharp hands gripped him from behind. Jules had him by the neck, and back here in the dark? Would be over fast.
He made to haul the man off his feet and throw him to the ground. He had to crush that windpipe first though- no screaming, no screaming.
But something was wrong. There was no familiar buckle of wounded prey- what?
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:16 PM
At first, Jack assumed Harpur had grabbed him and somehow saw through the disguise. But, the cold hands and those claws hinted otherwise. Although he went down, he barely made a sound outside a grunt.
It was then he'd retaliate, aiming to send a psionic blast his way. "Get away from me." The disguise was gone afterwards, and he'd stand, back turned to his door.
Now he was fuming.
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:21 PM
Being a vampire, Jules had a modicum of psychic power- however, being a new vampire, who'd never had to use it before, was still wholly unprepared for it. He let go immediately, stumbled backwards and ran into the wall, hitting his head and sliding down to his ass in the dirt immediately.
He felt like he'd been punched... but... in the brain? it slowly dawned on him, in a city friendly to various magical entities, that there might be something other than humans wandering around at night.
He may have made a mistake.
"Ugh." He groaned, raising a hand to his head in pain. "Uhh... sorry mac. Thought yous was someones else. I'll just. Be goin' now."
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:27 PM
Jack took a moment to dust himself off, while Jules dropped and moved his hand to his head. "Who did you think I was?" He was sure the disguise wasn't familiar, but who knew, right?
Incase someone might have heard the minor scuffle, the telepath took to creating a bubble around them to drown out noise. "You're not very good at this, are you? Hunting in a...city."
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:32 PM
"Thought you was... I don't know. Some poor stupid bastard who never woulda seen me coming." He admitted sheepishly, and slowly rose to his feet to look his "victim" in the eye.
"Ain't got nowhere else to hunt. Unless there's some whorehouse full of luscious maidens out there willing to offer up their necks that I ain't know about." He muttered sarcastically.
"I ain't good at it, no. I'm all self taught at this." He wasn't sure if he should try to run. This guy had something up his sleeve-
Well. Worth a shot. He bolted, scrambling away as fast as his fat, and now dizzy body would carry him.
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:35 PM
"You're not looking hard enough, then. I could help, perhaps." Though, Jack wouldn't be leading him to a whorehouse. Seemed like a recipe for disaster. "Self..."
And then Jules made a run for it, but Jack sought to stop him in his tracks.
More illusions, walls would suddenly appear infront of him...and around him, as Jack stepped forward. "I can't have you bringing any attention here. Honestly, if I was going to do something, do you think I'd wait?"
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:39 PM
Jules skidded to a halt in front of the wall, but then suddenly there were a lot of walls. Nowhere to run? How the fuck did that happen?
"UH." His head swiveled around fast, looking every which way for an exit that didn't seem to exist.
"Hey. Alright, you won. I'm sorry, ok?" He hastily apologized. A bit too late. He was in such a dumb state of panic he didn't even seem to realize the stranger had offered help.
"Let me go. You won't never see me again, ok?"
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:50 PM
The walls remained, and Jack stopped a foot away. Not too close, just incase panic turned blind and Jules tried to fight him. A red ring circled around his left iris, but obviously didn't come with any other change. Yet.
"Just relax. I am trying to help you, and I can't do that if you're running off. Once you've done that, we'll talk."
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:58 PM
"Yeah. Right. Help. Thats rich. I just tried to rip your throat out. Whaddaya got to gain helping me?"
The obvious question. His brief stint as an undead had quickly taught him to expect maltreatment. Now in a cage (of sorts) that instinct only multiplied.
"Aint nobody ever helped me by lockin' me in a... where the fuck am I anyway?" He blinked incredulously at the psychic walls.
Then finally, another obvious question.
"What are you?"
Jack Walsh — Today at 12:01 AM
"Once again, if I had other plans, I would have just acted on them. I know what can kill you." He would trace a nail over his chest, just above his heart. "Well, that's up to you. What do I gain from helping you?"
He waved a hand, only to shrug. "If you started running frantically, you'd gain attention. Do you really want that here?" The question that followed did take him by surprise, a little.
"I'm like you. A vampire. A lot older, probably a lot stronger."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 12:14 AM
Jules recoiled and reflexively curled a claw across his chest and bared his fangs in a deep hiss.
Maybe, to someone mortal, that action might possibly have been threatening. In the face of a much stronger vampire though? Probably more pathetic than anything.
"I.. don't know. I didn't think I was walkin' into a damn job interview ok?"
Well, actually, there was a thought.
"I'm... I used to be a professional shipwright. Before the whole being dead thing. I don't know, that count for anythin'?" He let out a groan of fear.
"... Can all vampires do that. Do this?"
Jack Walsh — Today at 12:18 AM
When Jules hissed at him, Jack only looked amused. "That's very good. I'm sure it'd concern others." Not him, truly. "I mean, there are worse things to walk into." He huffed, pressed a hand to his ear as if dealing with some irritating sound on that side.
"That's actually very useful, but someone like you....maybe I can use you here. Keep an ear on the talk of the town." He dug into an inner pocket, holding out a couple vials of blood. "If you want. It's not human, stronger."
A small welling of blood oozed near the corner of one of his eyes, but he'd blink it away. "No. It depends on the line. Some can do other magic, like with blood."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 12:24 AM
"Huh. Learn something new every day." He muttered. But then... there was what he needed. Right in front of him.
He wasn't so stupid as to take the proverbial candy from a stranger. He was however, more than a little afraid of what might happen if he tried to refuse. He was caught after all, and caught bad.
"Stronger how?" He reached out and took the vials, popping one open to take a sniff of the contents. It certainly smelled edible.
"Figures I'd be one of the lousy chump kind running into the fuckin' magic mind games kind. And whaddaya mean by use me, exactly?" He sounded very weary.
His tone had a very just kick my ass and get it over with vibe to it.
Jack Walsh — Today at 12:28 AM
Once he'd taken the vials, Jack moved his hand to his side. "It's dragon blood." When Jules complained and sounded weary, the older vampire raised his eyebrows. "I just...I told you. You know what.."
He waved his hand, letting the walls vanish from around Jules. "Perhaps I'd better find someone else. You can go, scurry about the City. I warn you, though, the next person you get a hold of might just send you to the chopping block."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 12:40 AM
Jules visibly relaxed as the illusion faded. The vials however, were still there. He took the smallest taste of one, licked his lips, then knocked it back like a shot.
It was powerful stuff. Almost spicy for lack of a better word. Certainly not poison, at least.
"Huh. That's an interesting flavor." He glanced back up at Jack.
"Yknow what. Yer a suspiciously good sport about this, mac. I dont know what yer angle is but if all you want is for me to be a news boy, I suppose I sort of... owe ya the favor." He shrugged.
"Didn't catch yer name."
Jack Walsh — Today at 12:50 AM
"Should keep you healthy for a few days, dragon blood is good for that." He smirked at mention of the flavour. "Wait until you get a chance to try other things. Human's nice, but after a while, you need more." As far as he felt anyway, it didn't help that he got to try nice things since arriving.
"We were all new to this once. Besides, we have to stick together. We get the worst of it being both nonhuman and undead, compared to others." Jack turned towards the door of his house, unlocking it quietly. "Perfect. We'll keep in touch. Do you have a home?" The next question didn't get a pause either.
"It's Jack, appreciate it if you didn't see me here, if you catch my drift."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 12:53 AM
He nodded. "Yeah, I get it. Never saw ya. Never heard nothin'." He made a "zip lip" gesture to illustrate. "I'm Jules, by the way. Since we're tradin' formalities."
But if this guy could play mind games, maybe he already knew that. The thought of it made him feel oddly colder than usual.
"I uh... I don't so much have a home yet. I was sort of... holing up in the sewer."
He didn't like to admit that. He didn't exactly have his pride but it still sounded bad out loud.
Jack Walsh — Today at 1:06 AM
"I can tell we'll get along fine." Jack paused to lean against the doorframe, once it was open. "No? Well, let me start you off with some shards to get you one of the inn rooms for a week. Then each important bit of information I get will get you more."
Into the house he'd go, so he could get said shards. "Sewer is a horrible place to shack up in."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 1:10 AM
"Thanks." He wasn't sure what else to say. Somehow or other he knew he was being had. Had to be, right? But... food and shelter.
Much like a feral cat, Jules could perhaps be tamed with the right incentive. "Any particular type of information you want? I mean, if I'm working the docks I could probably get ya info on a lot of comings and goings and such. Anyone to look out for? "
Being a vampire made lots of enemies and made them fast, after all. That was the one thing about being undead he did know.
Jack Walsh — Today at 10:34 AM
Jules wouldn't be waiting for long.
Jack returned with the shards and held the bag out to him, rubbing at the corner of his eye with the other hand. "If anything interesting happens with the Guards, the noble House of Grimani. I wouldn't get too close to them, but as with many nobles, people gossip about them a lot."
Once the bag was taken, he'd turn back to the house. "Be mindful of the Guard, Harpur. He's got no love for anything that isn't human, but he's an idiot. Not that difficult to outsmart." For him, perhaps. Who knew about Jules.
"You should go, before some patrol comes through."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 8:01 PM
"Harpur. Got it." He nodded. Simple enough instructions, and it got him food and a bed.
"I'll try and avoid direct issues with guards. Whole point of coming here was to extend my lifespan after all."
He cast a last embarrassed look at Jack. Receiving charity was as humiliating as it was necessary.
"Thanks mac."
Jack Walsh — Today at 8:22 PM
"Good, let me deal with that one when the time is right." Harpur would get his, and Jack looked forward to it. "If you ever need another place to stay that's safer, I have a spot about a week's journey from here." Another offer, should he want it.
"You're welcome. I'll be in touch." With that, he shut the door behind himself quietly, locked it and headed for his room.
Getting to Thornmouth from the Vale was a lot easier when one had help from a dragon, though they still took most of the day to walk there from where they landed to avoid anyone seeing them coming in. 'Macaw' was left behind to wait, and the Vampire ensured he would look like a random wandering merchant. Through his abilities, of course.
He even got a horse to go along with the disguise, only to promptly leave them in the stables. Maybe he'd get them again.
The slums was where he went, where he mingled with some of the beggars, gave them shards for the local gossip and he eventually made his way around the Housing area. It was quieter there, but many didn't linger around the houses, out of respect for those who wanted some sleep.
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 10:59 PM
Jules was... peckish. To be sure, bloodwyne was an excellent invention. Jules however, had been spoiled- used to the real thing. Bloodwyne was so watered down.
It didn't take long for him to get hungry. There wasn't exactly a line of people just waiting to fork it over, either. He fell back on an old bad habit fast:
Find what you need and just take it.
Sure, it was a deadly game, but only if you get caught. It wouldn't have to be a big mark. Just enough though. Enough to tide him over till he got work and got on his feet.
So he told himself. He didn't know enough of the people here to guess who would fight back, or who would be missed. He had to be an opportunist.
Well. Opportunity struck.
He found himself casually following the stranger. A few paces back. Not too close, not too far. Soon enough he'd have to turn a corner to a secluded area and then it would all be over before he could blink.
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:06 PM
It wasn't often he paid little attention to anyone wandering about, but he was on a mission and it didn't seem like anyone was skulking about his house. That much was a relief. To the one Guard passing through, he gave them a quick chat and off they went.
Another relief.
When he got to his home, Jack immediately slid around to the back. Good, dark and facing the water - he was sure he could avoid anyone bothering him.
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:12 PM
A pair of cold, sharp hands gripped him from behind. Jules had him by the neck, and back here in the dark? Would be over fast.
He made to haul the man off his feet and throw him to the ground. He had to crush that windpipe first though- no screaming, no screaming.
But something was wrong. There was no familiar buckle of wounded prey- what?
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:16 PM
At first, Jack assumed Harpur had grabbed him and somehow saw through the disguise. But, the cold hands and those claws hinted otherwise. Although he went down, he barely made a sound outside a grunt.
It was then he'd retaliate, aiming to send a psionic blast his way. "Get away from me." The disguise was gone afterwards, and he'd stand, back turned to his door.
Now he was fuming.
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:21 PM
Being a vampire, Jules had a modicum of psychic power- however, being a new vampire, who'd never had to use it before, was still wholly unprepared for it. He let go immediately, stumbled backwards and ran into the wall, hitting his head and sliding down to his ass in the dirt immediately.
He felt like he'd been punched... but... in the brain? it slowly dawned on him, in a city friendly to various magical entities, that there might be something other than humans wandering around at night.
He may have made a mistake.
"Ugh." He groaned, raising a hand to his head in pain. "Uhh... sorry mac. Thought yous was someones else. I'll just. Be goin' now."
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:27 PM
Jack took a moment to dust himself off, while Jules dropped and moved his hand to his head. "Who did you think I was?" He was sure the disguise wasn't familiar, but who knew, right?
Incase someone might have heard the minor scuffle, the telepath took to creating a bubble around them to drown out noise. "You're not very good at this, are you? Hunting in a...city."
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:32 PM
"Thought you was... I don't know. Some poor stupid bastard who never woulda seen me coming." He admitted sheepishly, and slowly rose to his feet to look his "victim" in the eye.
"Ain't got nowhere else to hunt. Unless there's some whorehouse full of luscious maidens out there willing to offer up their necks that I ain't know about." He muttered sarcastically.
"I ain't good at it, no. I'm all self taught at this." He wasn't sure if he should try to run. This guy had something up his sleeve-
Well. Worth a shot. He bolted, scrambling away as fast as his fat, and now dizzy body would carry him.
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:35 PM
"You're not looking hard enough, then. I could help, perhaps." Though, Jack wouldn't be leading him to a whorehouse. Seemed like a recipe for disaster. "Self..."
And then Jules made a run for it, but Jack sought to stop him in his tracks.
More illusions, walls would suddenly appear infront of him...and around him, as Jack stepped forward. "I can't have you bringing any attention here. Honestly, if I was going to do something, do you think I'd wait?"
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:39 PM
Jules skidded to a halt in front of the wall, but then suddenly there were a lot of walls. Nowhere to run? How the fuck did that happen?
"UH." His head swiveled around fast, looking every which way for an exit that didn't seem to exist.
"Hey. Alright, you won. I'm sorry, ok?" He hastily apologized. A bit too late. He was in such a dumb state of panic he didn't even seem to realize the stranger had offered help.
"Let me go. You won't never see me again, ok?"
Jack Walsh — Yesterday at 11:50 PM
The walls remained, and Jack stopped a foot away. Not too close, just incase panic turned blind and Jules tried to fight him. A red ring circled around his left iris, but obviously didn't come with any other change. Yet.
"Just relax. I am trying to help you, and I can't do that if you're running off. Once you've done that, we'll talk."
Jules P. Thurgood — Yesterday at 11:58 PM
"Yeah. Right. Help. Thats rich. I just tried to rip your throat out. Whaddaya got to gain helping me?"
The obvious question. His brief stint as an undead had quickly taught him to expect maltreatment. Now in a cage (of sorts) that instinct only multiplied.
"Aint nobody ever helped me by lockin' me in a... where the fuck am I anyway?" He blinked incredulously at the psychic walls.
Then finally, another obvious question.
"What are you?"
Jack Walsh — Today at 12:01 AM
"Once again, if I had other plans, I would have just acted on them. I know what can kill you." He would trace a nail over his chest, just above his heart. "Well, that's up to you. What do I gain from helping you?"
He waved a hand, only to shrug. "If you started running frantically, you'd gain attention. Do you really want that here?" The question that followed did take him by surprise, a little.
"I'm like you. A vampire. A lot older, probably a lot stronger."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 12:14 AM
Jules recoiled and reflexively curled a claw across his chest and bared his fangs in a deep hiss.
Maybe, to someone mortal, that action might possibly have been threatening. In the face of a much stronger vampire though? Probably more pathetic than anything.
"I.. don't know. I didn't think I was walkin' into a damn job interview ok?"
Well, actually, there was a thought.
"I'm... I used to be a professional shipwright. Before the whole being dead thing. I don't know, that count for anythin'?" He let out a groan of fear.
"... Can all vampires do that. Do this?"
Jack Walsh — Today at 12:18 AM
When Jules hissed at him, Jack only looked amused. "That's very good. I'm sure it'd concern others." Not him, truly. "I mean, there are worse things to walk into." He huffed, pressed a hand to his ear as if dealing with some irritating sound on that side.
"That's actually very useful, but someone like you....maybe I can use you here. Keep an ear on the talk of the town." He dug into an inner pocket, holding out a couple vials of blood. "If you want. It's not human, stronger."
A small welling of blood oozed near the corner of one of his eyes, but he'd blink it away. "No. It depends on the line. Some can do other magic, like with blood."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 12:24 AM
"Huh. Learn something new every day." He muttered. But then... there was what he needed. Right in front of him.
He wasn't so stupid as to take the proverbial candy from a stranger. He was however, more than a little afraid of what might happen if he tried to refuse. He was caught after all, and caught bad.
"Stronger how?" He reached out and took the vials, popping one open to take a sniff of the contents. It certainly smelled edible.
"Figures I'd be one of the lousy chump kind running into the fuckin' magic mind games kind. And whaddaya mean by use me, exactly?" He sounded very weary.
His tone had a very just kick my ass and get it over with vibe to it.
Jack Walsh — Today at 12:28 AM
Once he'd taken the vials, Jack moved his hand to his side. "It's dragon blood." When Jules complained and sounded weary, the older vampire raised his eyebrows. "I just...I told you. You know what.."
He waved his hand, letting the walls vanish from around Jules. "Perhaps I'd better find someone else. You can go, scurry about the City. I warn you, though, the next person you get a hold of might just send you to the chopping block."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 12:40 AM
Jules visibly relaxed as the illusion faded. The vials however, were still there. He took the smallest taste of one, licked his lips, then knocked it back like a shot.
It was powerful stuff. Almost spicy for lack of a better word. Certainly not poison, at least.
"Huh. That's an interesting flavor." He glanced back up at Jack.
"Yknow what. Yer a suspiciously good sport about this, mac. I dont know what yer angle is but if all you want is for me to be a news boy, I suppose I sort of... owe ya the favor." He shrugged.
"Didn't catch yer name."
Jack Walsh — Today at 12:50 AM
"Should keep you healthy for a few days, dragon blood is good for that." He smirked at mention of the flavour. "Wait until you get a chance to try other things. Human's nice, but after a while, you need more." As far as he felt anyway, it didn't help that he got to try nice things since arriving.
"We were all new to this once. Besides, we have to stick together. We get the worst of it being both nonhuman and undead, compared to others." Jack turned towards the door of his house, unlocking it quietly. "Perfect. We'll keep in touch. Do you have a home?" The next question didn't get a pause either.
"It's Jack, appreciate it if you didn't see me here, if you catch my drift."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 12:53 AM
He nodded. "Yeah, I get it. Never saw ya. Never heard nothin'." He made a "zip lip" gesture to illustrate. "I'm Jules, by the way. Since we're tradin' formalities."
But if this guy could play mind games, maybe he already knew that. The thought of it made him feel oddly colder than usual.
"I uh... I don't so much have a home yet. I was sort of... holing up in the sewer."
He didn't like to admit that. He didn't exactly have his pride but it still sounded bad out loud.
Jack Walsh — Today at 1:06 AM
"I can tell we'll get along fine." Jack paused to lean against the doorframe, once it was open. "No? Well, let me start you off with some shards to get you one of the inn rooms for a week. Then each important bit of information I get will get you more."
Into the house he'd go, so he could get said shards. "Sewer is a horrible place to shack up in."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 1:10 AM
"Thanks." He wasn't sure what else to say. Somehow or other he knew he was being had. Had to be, right? But... food and shelter.
Much like a feral cat, Jules could perhaps be tamed with the right incentive. "Any particular type of information you want? I mean, if I'm working the docks I could probably get ya info on a lot of comings and goings and such. Anyone to look out for? "
Being a vampire made lots of enemies and made them fast, after all. That was the one thing about being undead he did know.
Jack Walsh — Today at 10:34 AM
Jules wouldn't be waiting for long.
Jack returned with the shards and held the bag out to him, rubbing at the corner of his eye with the other hand. "If anything interesting happens with the Guards, the noble House of Grimani. I wouldn't get too close to them, but as with many nobles, people gossip about them a lot."
Once the bag was taken, he'd turn back to the house. "Be mindful of the Guard, Harpur. He's got no love for anything that isn't human, but he's an idiot. Not that difficult to outsmart." For him, perhaps. Who knew about Jules.
"You should go, before some patrol comes through."
Jules P. Thurgood — Today at 8:01 PM
"Harpur. Got it." He nodded. Simple enough instructions, and it got him food and a bed.
"I'll try and avoid direct issues with guards. Whole point of coming here was to extend my lifespan after all."
He cast a last embarrassed look at Jack. Receiving charity was as humiliating as it was necessary.
"Thanks mac."
Jack Walsh — Today at 8:22 PM
"Good, let me deal with that one when the time is right." Harpur would get his, and Jack looked forward to it. "If you ever need another place to stay that's safer, I have a spot about a week's journey from here." Another offer, should he want it.
"You're welcome. I'll be in touch." With that, he shut the door behind himself quietly, locked it and headed for his room.
