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New Arrival - June Catch-All | OTA

Who: Lord Erik Osborne (

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What: First post - recycled the TDM prompts
When: Mid-June-through the month
Where: Various locations
Warning(s): Violence against the twigs, Erik is a vampire there will be casual talk of biting/drinking blood

Arrival - mostly flavor but feel free to approach!
That white-haired woman was quite insistent that he take the hot chocolate and drink it. He did try to tell her it would be wasted on him, as he cannot taste it, but she didn't seem much interested in listening. By the time she explains he's dead, he can feel a derisive laugh rising up. Well, of course, he is? He's a vampire. But, no, this seems more serious than that. Tempting as it is to tell her to go to hell and take her tasteless hot chocolate with her, he is intrigued. He grudgingly agrees to play her game for now.

He almost immediately regrets that when he blinks and finds himself on a ferry at sea, of all places. The significance of the fee paid is not lost on him. He's starting to worry that maybe this is more than just a game. The annoying chatter of this man that's been sent to meet him does nothing to improve the impression he's getting. What a relief that, at least, the Mayor Poe is more willing to be reasonable about things. Or, so he thought until she mentions an outbreak of vampires. He decides, very pointedly, not to mention that he is one unless it becomes necessary.

By the time she releases him to Yorick's care once more, he's feeling an uneasiness he hasn't experienced in decades. He lets that man do most of the talking on their way to the tavern while he mulls this over. Once he's checked in at The Oak & Iron and as settled as it's possible to be, he's left to explore this new town for himself.

The first thing he needs to do is discover if there's a food source he can rely on. He feels horribly underdressed walking about the cobblestone in nothing but a linen shirt and trousers. It and the buildings remind him of a time long gone. It seems as if he's not only been thrown into another world but back in time. Ah, well, he's lived like this before. He supposes he can adjust.

When he spots someone walking up ahead wearing roughly the same kind of garment as him, he decides to take a chance and see if he isn't the only new and confused face in town. "Excuse me," he calls, speeding up to meet them. "Are you familiar with this area?"

Brutok
Without knowing if it is safe to prey on the people in town, Erik decides the smarter short-term solution to his specific dietary needs is to hunt in the woods. Yes, yes, he was warned that there are dangerous beasts out there. But he is also a dangerous beast and he has no fear of the dark.

Perhaps he should have cultivated some.

"What are these cursed creatures?" he hisses as a group of tiny twig-like beings swarms him. "Get away from me you little nuisances!" He kicks the nearest one and sends it spinning off into the underbrush, this seems to only enrage the rest who all lunge for him at once.

"Argh!"

Potluck
"How quaint..." he says with disdain as he traverses around the gathering turning his nose up at every dish he's presented with. He can actually recall the taste of a turnip in the vaguest of senses, but it wasn't his favorite when he was alive and the smell holds no nostalgia for him now, either.

"Is this all there is to do for fun around here?"

Tawny Beach
He stands in the sand with bare feet, his shoes in hand. If he's cold at all in the blustering wind with the sun starting to sink below the waves, he doesn't show it. He's staring resolutely out at that dock, though he knows it's useless to wait on a ferry that will never arrive. He could try swimming. There's no risk that he will drown. But, if the solution were that simple, he's sure someone would have tried it by now. So he simply stands there and glares at the water. If he never sees the ocean again after all he's been put through lately, it might be too soon.

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"Are you?" A Medium. That puts a wrinkle in things. A Medium in contact with Eshe... IOPSA, then? It would stand to reason with how quickly the young man jumped into action. He would have felt it to be his duty, wouldn't he?

"There is someone out there. Someone who can move faster than I can see." And yes, that does alarm him.

"Err...yeah." Lucas can only shrug. It's not the biggest secret in the world to share, but even if this vampire doesn't come from his world, hopefully that can build some trust.

What Erik points out is more worrying than starting to play the vampire politics game. Lucas pales slightly. "Wait, what? Faster than you can...? Well, shit." He briefly eyes the forest again. "Maybe we should get back to town, dude."

"Yes, and as I'm sure you have guessed by now, I am quite fast." He's glad Lucas can grasp the severity of the situation so readily.

"I agree. I'll have to save hunting for another night. Shall we?" He brushes a few more twigs from his linen clothes and then turns with intent to start walking back to the village. He'll keep the pace slow enough for Lucas to follow.

You have Eshe to thank for that, Erik. Although the IOPSA training's helped out, too.

"Yeah, no argument from me." At first Lucas takes it slow so it, but he can't help a creeping feeling tingling the back of his neck. They're being watched, whether by brutoks or the figure the vampire spotted, Lucas can't rightly say.

"Hey, let's pick up the pace? I mean I can't compete with your speed but the sooner we get out of here the better!" He'll start with a jog, trying not to trip over the underbrush but he'll pick it up the pace when he can.

Erik can sense it too. He's on edge in a way he hasn't been in... well, actually he was being hunted rather recently. And this feels just the same.

He effortlessly matches Lucas's pace at a jog and seems not to have much trouble tripping or stumbling. Being able to see perfectly in the dark has its advantages.

"If you would like, I could carry you back. It would be much quicker."

"Carry--!?" Lucas sputters. He opens his mouth to add onto that protest and immediately snags a root with his foot, eating dirt seconds later.

"Well that's what I get for complaining I guess," the Medium grumbles to himself, before deciding to complain louder, "I barely see, so...you know what. Fine!"

Owing a vampire a favor right off the bat isn't ideal, but he'll take that over facing down whatever it is that has the vampire spooked in the first place.

Like the gentleman he is (suss), Erik keeps his laughter contained only inside his mind. But it's a good thing it's dark out here or Lucas would be able to see the smirk he's wearing. This human is delightfully amusing. He can see why Eshe took a shine to him.

"I'll be sure to put you down before we reach the village so you may arrive with your dignity intact." What's left of it. "Now, do we prefer a princess carry, the fireman carry, or would you rather a piggyback?" Even in the dark some of that smug grin carries in his voice.

Lucas bites back a scoff. He hates this whole idea but Mister Vampire Man here can hightail it out of the woods faster than he can...so time to suck up his pride.

"Piggyback ride, since you're offering." Lucas quips, half expecting to be scooped up however Erik wishes regardless of his own input.

"As you wish," Lucas will detect a hint of sass.

The vampire walks in front of Lucas and stoops to let him climb up on his back. Not difficult when Erik is a man of naturally short stature. But, for how slim his frame is, he's incredibly strong. Lucas may as well be a feather on his back.

"When you're ready?"

Somehow the sass makes it worse. Not that Lucas has much of a choice, so up Lucas goes. Eshe's carried him before so he knows Erik will have no problem at all.

There's a moment of pause, Lucas is trying not to laugh before he sputters, "Giddy up!"

Erik casts a stern look over his shoulder. "Say that again and I'm going to throw you over my head exactly like a bucking bronco. Now. Hold on."

He's assuming Lucas has done this before, so he doesn't bother giving any warning before he takes off at--well, not top speed because he doesn't want the human to hurl down his one set of clean clothes--speed through the trees, passing them in a blur of motion and only stopping once they reach the edge of the forest.

"We're here." Tempted as he is to unceremoniously drop Lucas, he's polite enough to wait to make sure the Medium has his legs under him first.

Lucas has to hold in a laugh. He knows there's a very fine line with vampires and he's dangerously close to crossing this one. Lucky for both of them he's done something similar enough and holds on for dear life, eyes squeezed shut.

It's not a long journey at this pace, but he's sure glad to have solid ground under his feet again.

"Thanks, uh..." Lucas pauses a moment. Introductions were in order! "I'm Lucas, by the way. Lucas Kovach. Looks like I'm going to have my work cut out for me writing a report on these little bastards."

"Lord Erik Osborne, of the Ozark Mountain Clan," he says, inclining his head to Lucas. Yes. Lord. You just let a Lord give you a piggyback ride.

"Still intending to perform your duties even now, Mr. Kovach? I suppose the librarian here will be grateful to you. But, if it's all the same to you, I would rather you leave my name and status out of those reports. I do not yet trust how this town will react to having a vampire residing in it."

Lucas pales instantly. It's not just the Lord bit. How many vampires has he heard call themselves that? A few, most of them unearned by Eshe's way of measuring. Lord Erik Oscorne of the Ozark Mountain Clan is a name he knows though. Shacked up right against Eshe's territory on the eastern seaboard, her next door neighbor and...rival? Friend? Always complicated with vampires.

"Well, uh...I mean. I wasn't going to put the vampire bit in there." He finally remembers how to speak. "It's not like, uh...IOPSA's here. Exactly."

Hm. That was a rather dramatic reaction. He takes it his name is known to Lucas, if he is one of Eshe's lackeys that's not a difficult conclusion to come to.

"No, IOPSA may not be here, but let me assure you that I intend to keep to the tenants of the Accords as if it were. I simply worry that the gentle folk here may not be so inclined to do the same. Perhaps you will be able to help with that."

Lucas breathes a sigh of relief. That makes this less complicated, weirdly enough.

"Pumpkin Hollow might not have an IOPSA branch, but I'm here, so I'll do my duty as best as I'm able to." One in particular springs to mind and suddenly Erik's reasons for being out here in the first place makes perfect sense.

"Speaking of which, the folks around here are already pretty put out with everything that's happened to them, so a vampire nomming on them probably won't go over that great either. I've, uh...well. Volunteered for lunch duty before, so." he trails over, gesturing vaguely. Eshe sure does enjoy her little snacks from time to time, but hopefully Erik will tease him less than she does.

"That is just what I was hoping to hear." Not just the first part, either, though he doesn't let on to that.

He was very much hoping he might be able to talk Lucas into making this very offer as if it was his own idea. Because, of course it is his own idea. The kind of idea any conscientious IOPSA agent might have.

Erik doesn't bother making a show at being coy now that it's been said. "Yes, that was a concern I had. As an elder, I don't require as much blood to sustain me as a lesser vampire would, as I'm sure you know. So, I wager to say it wouldn't be terribly unhealthy for you if I took a sample once a week or so? I've little in the way of money, but I could endeavor to make it worth your while in other ways."

Despite himself Lucas breathes a sigh of relief. An Elder is actually a great thing to hear. A younger, more impulsive vampire would be a nightmare to try and wrangle in this tiny town.

"Yeah...yeah, that should be alright." Maybe the town apothecary had iron pills, that would help too, but before Lucas gets lost in that thought his cheeks grow a bit hot as the realization belatedly hits him. "Other ways, huh? I can think of a few but...what were you thinking?"

He can practically hear Eshe laughing at him.

He's waiting for those dots to connect and... there it is. What a lovely flush.

"I've been thinking of going into the escort business, as a matter of fact. You could have my services for the price of a feeding. I think that would be fair. I can be a very sensitive lover, Lucas. I have years of experience."

"Yeah, I bet you have more than a few!" He's torn between laughing and sinking straight into the earth out of embarrassment.

"Alright, that works for me though. I have a little cottage by the trolley station outside of the town proper...or I can swing by and visit." Lucas takes a long breath and huffs quietly. "I'll swing by later?"

Good. Keep that energy, Lucas, it's very amusing.

"Yes. That will be fine. I'm still in the tavern for now. Plenty of open ears to ensure your safety." And further humiliation depending on how loud he gets.

"I'll look forward to it."

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Good to wrap up me thinks!

Yus!