𝓡𝓾𝓯𝓾𝓼

Why, look what we have here. You're pretty far from the hermit's house, aren't you, Leporo? You don't have to worry about me, I'm from there too, but I'm pretty discreet.

- @thee-vampire

(leporo means hare in Esperanto, but it's just because Ilias reminds me of a hare 😔)

[Ilias, surprised by the sudden presence and shaken up by the very recent FEMA encounter, nearly stumbles back. They stare at the man speaking to them for a few seconds, eyes wide and almost akin to that of a startled deer, before they muster up a response]

“I.. s— sorry, just.. just thou—thought you were one of them.. I'm..”

[They stop themself, eyes drifting over to the streaks of blood they've left along the ground. A sense of dread overcomes them at the thought of having FEMA agents knockih at their door tomorrow night due to their trail.]

[But the sun's rising soon, so they have time to hide or get out, probably..]

“..Seems li— like the sun's coming up soon.. We should, uh, head inside.. be..before the hallways get warm.. We, um, can talk more inside..”

He chuckles, following them and looking around, becoming familiar with the environment easily.

“.. I'm g-good, thank you.”

[They think they'd fare better with their remaining bandages and painkillers. They stagger further into the apartment, leaning on a wall to keep upright.]

[There was still a faint smell of rot—the heat from the sun and the fact the place was "vacant" for a while gave it time to worsen. The apartment was only good for temporary stays now, who knows what illnesses they can get from staying here full-time.]

“..So.. The h-hermit let you in.? Whe-where do you.. reside.. in the home?”

He follows them, collecting small rags and other things that suddenly turned into curatives and bandages on his hands. The vampire clearly wishes to help, even if he's pretty awkward with it.

I think I've seen you around a few times. I think I just never had the opportunity to talk to you. But I do now, don't it?

[They settle their backpack by the ragged couch in the living room, a hand pressed against the wall for support as they limp towards the bathroom to properly clean and disinfect their wounds.]

The vampire doesn't think much as he follows them towards the bathroom to help them. Of course, Rufus hoped they're not bothered with him helping, so he places the newly made curatives and a ointment for bruises on top of the sink.

I fear I don't know you're name? But I don't think you know mine either. The name's Rufus, it's a pleasure to officially meet you.

[They reluctantly shake his hand, the action accompanied by a slight nod. For a moment, their gaze landed over to the magically spawned curatives, a little curious but also a bit.. uneasy, for reasons unrelating to Rufus. Don't worry.]

“So, uh, you're a.. vampire, hm.? Wh.. what's it like? How— How can you do.. uh, that.?”

[They gesture to the items he magically just created out of what was basically scraps.]

Rufus says that with a small smile, he has already come to terms with his whole situation, it's not something he's bothered to discuss.

Why, look what we have here. You're pretty far from the hermit's house, aren't you, Leporo? You don't have to worry about me, I'm from there too, but I'm pretty discreet.

- @thee-vampire

(leporo means hare in Esperanto, but it's just because Ilias reminds me of a hare 😔)

[Ilias, surprised by the sudden presence and shaken up by the very recent FEMA encounter, nearly stumbles back. They stare at the man speaking to them for a few seconds, eyes wide and almost akin to that of a startled deer, before they muster up a response]

“I.. s— sorry, just.. just thou—thought you were one of them.. I'm..”

[They stop themself, eyes drifting over to the streaks of blood they've left along the ground. A sense of dread overcomes them at the thought of having FEMA agents knockih at their door tomorrow night due to their trail.]

[But the sun's rising soon, so they have time to hide or get out, probably..]

“..Seems li— like the sun's coming up soon.. We should, uh, head inside.. be..before the hallways get warm.. We, um, can talk more inside..”

He chuckles, following them and looking around, becoming familiar with the environment easily.

“.. I'm g-good, thank you.”

[They think they'd fare better with their remaining bandages and painkillers. They stagger further into the apartment, leaning on a wall to keep upright.]

[There was still a faint smell of rot—the heat from the sun and the fact the place was "vacant" for a while gave it time to worsen. The apartment was only good for temporary stays now, who knows what illnesses they can get from staying here full-time.]

“..So.. The h-hermit let you in.? Whe-where do you.. reside.. in the home?”

He follows them, collecting small rags and other things that suddenly turned into curatives and bandages on his hands. The vampire clearly wishes to help, even if he's pretty awkward with it.

I think I've seen you around a few times. I think I just never had the opportunity to talk to you. But I do now, don't it?

[They settle their backpack by the ragged couch in the living room, a hand pressed against the wall for support as they limp towards the bathroom to properly clean and disinfect their wounds.]

The vampire doesn't think much as he follows them towards the bathroom to help them. Of course, Rufus hoped they're not bothered with him helping, so he places the newly made curatives and a ointment for bruises on top of the sink.

I fear I don't know you're name? But I don't think you know mine either. The name's Rufus, it's a pleasure to officially meet you.

Why, look what we have here. You're pretty far from the hermit's house, aren't you, Leporo? You don't have to worry about me, I'm from there too, but I'm pretty discreet.

- @thee-vampire

(leporo means hare in Esperanto, but it's just because Ilias reminds me of a hare 😔)

[Ilias, surprised by the sudden presence and shaken up by the very recent FEMA encounter, nearly stumbles back. They stare at the man speaking to them for a few seconds, eyes wide and almost akin to that of a startled deer, before they muster up a response]

“I.. s— sorry, just.. just thou—thought you were one of them.. I'm..”

[They stop themself, eyes drifting over to the streaks of blood they've left along the ground. A sense of dread overcomes them at the thought of having FEMA agents knockih at their door tomorrow night due to their trail.]

[But the sun's rising soon, so they have time to hide or get out, probably..]

“..Seems li— like the sun's coming up soon.. We should, uh, head inside.. be..before the hallways get warm.. We, um, can talk more inside..”

He chuckles, following them and looking around, becoming familiar with the environment easily.

“.. I'm g-good, thank you.”

[They think they'd fare better with their remaining bandages and painkillers. They stagger further into the apartment, leaning on a wall to keep upright.]

[There was still a faint smell of rot—the heat from the sun and the fact the place was "vacant" for a while gave it time to worsen. The apartment was only good for temporary stays now, who knows what illnesses they can get from staying here full-time.]

“..So.. The h-hermit let you in.? Whe-where do you.. reside.. in the home?”

He follows them, collecting small rags and other things that suddenly turned into curatives and bandages on his hands. The vampire clearly wishes to help, even if he's pretty awkward with it.

I think I've seen you around a few times. I think I just never had the opportunity to talk to you. But I do now, don't it?

Why, look what we have here. You're pretty far from the hermit's house, aren't you, Leporo? You don't have to worry about me, I'm from there too, but I'm pretty discreet.

- @thee-vampire

(leporo means hare in Esperanto, but it's just because Ilias reminds me of a hare 😔)

[Ilias, surprised by the sudden presence and shaken up by the very recent FEMA encounter, nearly stumbles back. They stare at the man speaking to them for a few seconds, eyes wide and almost akin to that of a startled deer, before they muster up a response]

“I.. s— sorry, just.. just thou—thought you were one of them.. I'm..”

[They stop themself, eyes drifting over to the streaks of blood they've left along the ground. A sense of dread overcomes them at the thought of having FEMA agents knockih at their door tomorrow night due to their trail.]

[But the sun's rising soon, so they have time to hide or get out, probably..]

“..Seems li— like the sun's coming up soon.. We should, uh, head inside.. be..before the hallways get warm.. We, um, can talk more inside..”

He chuckles, following them and looking around, becoming familiar with the environment easily.

- @thee-vampire

- @thee-vampire

Phantom has been sleeping its days off these past few weeks, and only recently found the energy to start going back to its spot in the closet, and out into the kitchen where it met Rufus again.

Ruf? Hey. Good morning to you, then.

It approaches and hugs Rufus around the waist, squeezing him a little before letting go. His words capture its attention.

No hesitation this time, huh?