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In Outmoded 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The line moved slowly. Boredly, Sasha watched the momentum of the humans around him, engaging in inane chatter and public displays of affection. Toward the front of the line, a middle aged mother wrestled with her three children, screaming at them to behave in public and ironically making a spectacle of herself in doing so.

The vampire blinked slowly.

So small, all of them. Their lives largely meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Occasionally, one would stand out from the horde and help lead their race toward a brighter dawn. Or, nearly just as often, a darker one.

For the most part, however, each human was a product of entirely predictable patterns of minutae. Mispent youth, aimless sexual energy, and obligatory marriage, a Facebook page of inspirational quotes and links to political articles they barely read, a litter of dirty, needy children, until eventually they edged passed middle aged and began the descent of hospital visits that would gradually lead them toward their undoing. Cancer or heart disease or what have you.

It wasn't difficult to see how the vampires of old slaughtered them in droves like mindless cattle. To the casual observer, that's all they were.

Alasdair would've argued that Sasha's point of view was lazy and deliberately bereft of understanding. Well what do you know, Father, you're dead.

But not for long.

Sasha purchased an order of food for Alice with perfunctory courtesy. Time spent with his human coworkers, to complete his illusion of a completely ordinary life, had taught him how to mingle with humans of the modern age without much difficulty. Many of his kind shut themselves away for ages, until they emerged as complete strangers to the world. But the longest surviving vampires lived as humans did. Either in the name of peace with humankind, or to stalk them in plain sight.

Returning out into the light rain, Sasha shielded the cardboard boat with the broad side of his body as he headed back toward his car. His... empty... car...

He stopped short. The food was dropped at his feet on the wet pavement.

"Alice," he muttered. There was no one to answer him. Just the dim glow of his phone as it received an alert, abandoned on the center console of an empty car. Sasha stared at where his reflection might have been on the car door pelted by rain droplets. "How clever of you."

This would be an old fashioned hunt, then. He had to find her before she found help. Even if she left out the vampire bits, she had been legitimately kidnapped. And if she didn't leave them out... well there were a few here and there who knew better than to dismiss such stories as absurdity. Then Sasha would really be in trouble.

Sasha scented the air, which was heavily polluted by salty food and the rain, but he'd been in close quarters with Alice long enough. The trail was faint, but it was there. With a flick of his wrist, Sasha unbuttoned his collar to let in a bit more air. After drawing in a long breath, he began to walk down her trail.

"Alice," he called her name, drawing out the syllables, though she was likely too far to hear. "Running is not a good idea."


Not far from the diner, a young man on a scooter had pulled into an alleyway to wait out the rain before he returned to Sum Ting, a popular Chinese eatery. The last customer he'd delivered to had been short on cash and couldn't pay for their food, so he didn't see any harm in stopping for a break to eat their lunch, courtesy of Sum Ting. Fried rice with lobster sauce. Not bad at all.

Noticing a silhouette in the alley with him, he nearly dropped what he was carrying. A string of curses flurried through his thoughts until he realized that it was just a girl, not some creature of the night or street thugs about to give him hell for his scooter. But what was she doing down in an alley? And without an umbrella or anything... what had happened to her?

"You scared the lights out of me, girl." He tried to laugh nervously to ease tension, but it just made him feel more awkward. "Are uh, are you alright?
In Outmoded 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
I'll post tomorrow morning. Sorry for the wait!
@Unraveller I thought a torrid and heady romance between Gerhard and Rothelion was implicitly inevitable? But I guess we can work out the specifics, such as who proposes to whom.
Yo @bishop any chance you could avoid using a completely black font on a forum with a black background? Makes your post an absolute pain to read, especially on mobile


Have to agree. I was reading it on my phone and I thought Numenor was being completely silent. It was only by accident that I realized he was actually speaking, and I just couldn't see his text.
Amazing writing you guys!
I feel properly intimidated :P


I'm actually feeling a bit bad that my post was so long. The [indent] part was just fluff. I'm looking forward to your post!
Although Roth doesn't necessarily feel any camaraderie for another Mul elf, they are still both elves, so at least Eovaine would have one to volunteer as his ally in the ultimate showdown.
Roth is effectively Lebethron who turned Mul at a late stage in life because he's a drama queen. He's also really old.

Eovaine is a Mul mercenary who was born and raised Mul, and he likes pie.

Roth: old drama queen. Eovaine: pie-living mercenary.
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*And hyena man as well.

If not the other solution would be for others to meet outside, or just generally before they come upon the growing group.


A good alternative, I think.
I've only just cone to realize, if you aren't terribly swift in replying here Nariata, you might very well have a long post to write as everyone greets in sequential order, haha!

And great another great post, I can dig Rothelion.


True, I actually considered, if I was Nariata, doing a small post as Mulad to prevent that sort of RP faux pas, and set it up for other players to come across the three men already there (and the hidden dwelf).
I know you guys are full, but is there a waiting list, perhaps? Because, if so, I'd really like to be notificated if there's a gap for me to jump in! (Not hoping that any of you leave, of course...)


I believe @Nariata said he'd (she?) be compiling a waiting list, so I think you may be in luck.

I assumed the fliers did name Mulad, let me know if I presumed too much!
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