Vampyria

      so she hadn’t. whoever she was, being found had been the goal. it piqued his interest, if only for the time being. “so it would seem.” michael quirked a brow at the question, amusement clear in blue hues. he had sensed on her the moment he had picked up on her presence. before coming to this place, he had only ever run into other warlocks and witches. this place, though rather boring, had some things of interest. “no,” he replies simply. “i’m a warlock. you’re not human either, but i’m sure that’s why you chose to follow me.”

-- & He has to be the key to finding her memories once more, surely. The energy moving off of him comes in overwhelming waves, strong and powerful beyond reason. Yet there's a sense of innocence, of diluted purity even. "A warlock." The phrase leaves her tongue with a clicking sound, as if she's testing it out, how it sounds. Odd, wasn't it. The thought of magic being so easily found within this town -- of a multitude of beings found in this town for that matter. "Vampire, although it seems that mos of those I've met within this town aren't similar to me. Curious, really." Emerald orbs focus tightly on the blonde, trying to spot anything that might give her further information about his character. Not a damn thing. "Tell me, have you always lived here or have you come seeking something?" A common sense amongst the citizens it seemed.

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      he was no fool, nor blind to the individual that had been following him for a bit of time now. michael had felt the presence almost immediately, and when it had yet to disappear, well, it was quite simple to put two and two together. for the moment, he assumed the person meant him no harm given they had yet to attack or do anything but follow him. and perhaps he was a tad curious to see just who this individual was. after a few more steps, michael came to a stop, hands folding behind his back. “you can come out now. you’ve been rather obvious.” 

-- & The culmination of anxious waiting and prying eyes comes to a halt with the verbalization of acknowledgement, a sense of relief washing over her. It takes but a second to move before the male, the only proof of speed used is the briefest of sway to dark locks. "I never attempted to conceal anything." Calm tone points out though, he's correct. There's no point in being coy, she supposes, if he was able to sense she was there, he's definitely not like most residents here. "You're not human, are you?" Perhaps he held the key to her own history, to the questions that pegged her constantly.

     holmes shook his head. maybe he was going too far down the road of desperation. he promised himself long ago he wouldn’t get so reliant on the presence of another that it would lead to this exact moment in time. their lives simply didn’t exist on the same plane, let alone the same time. he remembered a different life and holmes remembered nothing else than the one he was living. “to what extent do you have access to records?” he asked, knowing it might be a waste of time to be so thorough. “emigration records potentially.”

-- & Hesitation lingers upon her features a beat and then, "Depends on the country of origin." There was only so much she could do without breaking some kind of law, surely. After all she was only a professor, history acclaimed or not. "I can get you access to anything from Wales and parts of England, no doubt --- records of port from America and the odd country within the East."

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