Voyageur vampirique

local vampire boi

easily distracted, easily fascinated, easily lost keep him on a leash if you don’t want him to disappear

didn’t ask for any of this shit

his cat will probably like you more than it likes him give his cat pets and cuddles

19th century boi, modernity confuses him

he’s your friend. and your friend too. he’s everyone’s friend. except vanitas

about mun:

shino, 27, they/them, terrified and anxious of the size of this place

it’s 3 am i don’t know what’s going on and i should really be sleeping

i will probably go to sleep and post starter call tomorrow

anyway

  The world he knew had been stolen with the same indistinct quickness as slipping into sleep. There was no concrete boundary he stepped across, no recollection of travel–indeed, as though having fallen asleep, he simply woke in a world so disconnected from the events he last recalled that he initially struggled to grasp his bearings. But those events could not have been anything like a dream – his head pounded to the beat of the wound he received from the bedlam caused by a berserk Chloé d'Apchier, the blood seeping from it still fresh. His hand instinctively reached for his Book, securely fastened to his hip; his eyes reactively searched for a trace of the others who were at that scene with him, finding nobody. 

Frustrated by this sudden change in events, he harshly rubbed the blood on his forehead onto his sleeve and stomped into the city for information. He figured that if he was brought here, then the others present at that scene would have also been drawn into this place. –Not like he was worried for their wellbeing, of course, but perhaps they would have an inkling of what had transpired. 

It did not take him long to catch word of some art gallery that currently captivated the attention of the city’s residents, which, annoyingly, called Noé and his penchant for getting distracted to mind. If Vanitas was bound to locate anyone first, Noé would be the easiest–he knew far too well of the way that man functions.

Even disregarding the frustrations that weighed on his mind, the gallery itself did not much interest him, nor did the whisperings of enchanted tools which could render one’s thoughts into an artistic reality. No, nothing in this world particularly mattered to him; he had abandoned his patient, albeit against his will, and now wasted time looking for someone on a mere assumption. He set his jaw, hands bound into knuckle-white fists as he searched the museum, and he was so preoccupied that he almost missed the wafting smell of cooking coming from one of the exhibits. He pivoted, heading toward the room on a faint hunch– and found what he was looking for.

Noé turned, and behind him, Vanitas could see that the man had been busying himself by making food. The sight made his blood boil, but that agitation was swiftly dwarfed by Noé’s reaction upon seeing him. What kind of a reaction is that? His lips stretch into a smile as thin as his patience.

“… Hm? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, dear Noé. Judging by what you just said… am I your ghost?” Vanitas did not bother to control the venom which seeped into his words. He could never claim to fully understand the vampire before him, but he could, at the very least, observe and understand the series of events which produced a particular reaction. But this was… 

Incomprehensible.

“If you have something to say, spit it out.”

not knowing what to focus on first, noé instead decided to look over the male, injured from battle -- that was why his scent was so clear the vampire presumed -- and although noé was more of a person to act on instinct than reason, he tried to hold back his urges to simply give in to temptation and go straight for the other and instead figure out what exactly was going on. this was messing with his head and not in a good way.

but instinct told him that the vanitas before him was somehow not complete, somehow not the one he had last seen, and the way he spoke as if nothing had happened, as if they were still just the ordinary partners in crime, acquaintances with benefits, only served to confirm that growing suspicion. subconsciously noé rose a gloved hand to wipe blood that no longer existed away from under his eye as if tracing a scar that should be there but wasn’t. and only then did he decide upon his actions.

one step. then another. and in an instant the distance between them was closed and noé reached out to grab at the other’s collar, having no care in his mind that he would mess up the fanciful attire. “you...!” he huffed breathing hard, the scent of blood even more clear now that he was so close. for a moment he stood there and then, without further ado, he moved his head lightly backwards to get momentum to headbutt the other with as much force as he could muster.

“you!” he repeated, pointing an accusing finger at the other, fury evident in his visage and body language, but more determined, more typical than the confusion he had previously been filled with. this was okay wasn’t it? something like this? it was okay for him to believe and deal with what was at hand instead of worrying about what was left behind no matter how much he wished to return to that scene and bring things to an end?

“you want me to spit it out, huh?!” he retorted, obviously being a nuisance to everyone in the area. “that’s rich coming from you! when do you ever tell me anything yourself?!” perhaps an unfair accusation albeit correct. vanitas was his ghost? no way that was true. noé already had enough worry about his own kin and comrades to worry about some human who didn’t even tell him what was going on half of the time and just exploited him whenever it pleased him.

noé wasn’t going to lie: he had wondered why and how exactly he had come from paris to this place, but instead of delving too much upon a matter he seemingly couldn’t answer, he had simply taken it upon himself to explore everything. without limitations. without anyone to bother him and poke him and pick him up and drag him away. of course this had meant that he had more than once got himself so utterly lost that he hadn’t been home for days, but that was another matter entirely. he went where the buzz was. and right now the buzz seemed to be on the museum.

in itself the building was something straight out of a fantasy novel -- although paris was impressive it carried no places quite akin to this -- and noé could just tell there was so much adventuring to be done within it. 

like for instance looking at all the fine paintings of art he had never truly understood the concept of but pretended to admire to not look like the odd one out. but one could only say so many sounds of “ooh”, and “ahh” before it became boring, so when he found something where he actually believed his forte lay in, noé was drawn in hook, line and sinker. the cooking area was fascinating to say the least, utensils aplenty and ingredients he could never have dreamed of seeing with his own eyes or had never even heard of in the first place.

with anticipation in his eyes he stepped nearer, examining one of the kitchen areas and every little part of it, automatically finding himself inclined to try. what could possibly go wrong? supposedly there were some kind of magical utensils that could enhance your ability, but noé had no need for such cheat methods. he was after all a masterful chef of his own ability. totally. it wasn’t even that hard. oil on the pan first, a bit of this, a dash of that and...

suddenly a strange scent entered the area. a familiar sweetness that he had longed for many times before but found himself having to abstain from indulging in for various reasons. it was the scent of blood and it wasn’t coming from the meat he was cooking. light red eyes went around the area and quickly lay rest on the familiar man. and in an instant a bountiful of different emotions took over his mind. joy of seeing someone he knew, relief for the same reason... and a deep sense of both absolute hatred and deep love that was rooted within him not by his own accord. he knew that much logically speaking, knew that the troubles he had had to push aside were yelling him in the face right now. but it was hard to push the emotions aside and greet that annoying face with fondness.

“vani...tas...” he called out inaudibly under his breath, a complicated expression visible on his face and had he not been wearing gloves right now his nails might have been digging into the skin of his palm to stop himself from rushing forth and sucker punch him into the next gallery. for various reasons that seemed like the best option to get rid of his emotions. where did they stand right now? they had no reason to fight as far as noé was convinced, not right here, not right now, but were vanitas also aware of that? probably. despite being the dumbest person in the universe, he was also the most cunning and clever man noé knew. surely he had noticed the change in scenery and was probably already aware of even more than noé was.

The boy had pretty much already forgotten about the restaurant. That kind of thing was such a normal occurrence for him, and he just noted how the shop looked so that he wouldn’t try to break in again for some time. That’s something Mommy always taught him. After a place is stolen from they will increase their security for awhile, awaiting a second strike. It was best to play it cool and pick a different target.

“Hey buddy. You want an autograph? Stop staring! Beakley not a toy! Beakley a kenku! A big scary kenku!” As the man stepped closer to him, the bird’s feathers ruffled up as if he was taking a battle stance. But then he just had to go and touch him. What an awful feeling, to be treated like a common animal in a petting zoo! Beakley was a person! Just because he was covered in feathers didn’t mean he didn’t deserve respect! He opened his beak and started letting out a mewling sound. The noise grew and morphed into the unmistakable sound of alleycats fighting and hissing. That was something not just any ordinary bird could do.

Taking his wooden dagger out from an open pocket in his backpack, Beakley held the weapon out in front of him menacingly. Of course, being an infant with a dagger that could barely carve through butter, it probably looked cuter than it did in any way threatening. “Stay back pretty boy!” The bird hopped around angrily, his talons scratching at the sidewalk with each pounce, side to side. “Beakley know all kinds of fighting moves you never even hear of! Beakley know every weak point to hit!” That was a complete lie, as he had never really been taught how to fight at all. Normally, he just swung around sharp objects and hoped that he stabbed someone in his frenzy.

cocking his head, noé’s fascination with the bird-boy was mildly replaced with confusion as he kept talking. what was a kenku? not something the vampire had ever heard of that was for sure. and why was he being hissed at for simply being curious? somehow this was getting more interesting by the second! in short, noé was practically clutching his fist to stop himself from trembling with anticipation of what the creature would do next as well as hiding how cute he found it. yes. yes, very big and very scary and so adorable...!

even more so when it pulled forth what seemed like a knife which in itself might have been a thread if it was not so obviously made out of wood. obviously not fazed much by the situation noé bit down on his bottom lip to hide a smile, but his eyes were absolutely sparkling. “your name is beakley?” he asked an obvious question, just to clarify and be absolutely certain.