The Forgotten- Semi-Lit Roleplay. [Now open for posting!]

[crimsonmansion]

Being accustomed to taking instructions, Christolph’s gaze obediently followed the man’s hand as the directions were given; not doubting the advice even once. Although Christolph was far older in years than this gentleman technically, it did not alleviate the respect reserved for deserving elders of a community; evident in how he greeted the stranger, and how out of anyone he had seen on the street that day…so far, this was the only person he had dared speaking with (he mused that this would be the human least afraid of his appearance to chat casually).

Curving his thin Germanic lips into a smile, the burly man chuckled out his nose slightly; revealing that perhaps he wasn’t as serious as he looked (although not by much). “I vould velcome a guide most graciously.” He took a moment to visually assess the stranger as he came down the stairs and came to the conclusion that this rascal still had some fight in him. The curve of his smile grew a bit as he considered what his good friend Flavius would be like at this ‘age’ (his comrade being a tall, bald, ebony, sharp dressing Algul vampire). “Mein name is Christolph.” He extended a hand powerful enough to crush skulls to his new acquaintance.

The shade of a nearby crabapple tree provided some relief to the painful rays beating down on his pale complexion, and Christolph couldn’t figure out if it was the just the sun giving him headaches, or the jumbled memories plaguing him. He had woken up in an apartment filled with his belongings but with no recollection of how he had gotten there; plus he had spent most of the morning being both entertained and somewhat frightened of a box with a glass screen that displayed moving pictures, a newspaper of events he was not familiar of, and finally a sealed letter that contained a claims slip for a package at the post office. All in all, it had been a rather confusing day for a man who prided himself on order.

[Terra Dragon]

David put his frailer, callused hand in Christolph's and shook it gently. "And I am David Marshall, nice to meet you, sir." As he started to stroll down the street he looked over at the Germanic man next to him. Something was definitely off about him, but at the least he seemed confused or maybe in pain. He didn't know how he could tell, it just seemed so. Taking a deep breath of the warm and clear air of the town, he ran his hand along the silver-white hair that grew short on his chin. Having come out of the heat of his porch, he realized that it -was- a lot hotter in the sun, today. Strolling with Christolph presumably alongside him, David went past the open-air market. There where people selling any myriad of things-fish, fresh melons and berries, soft pretzels, tea, lunch meat, just about anything. He would have to pick up some groceries on the way home, he remembered. He also realized that the open-air market reminded him of his time in Vietnam-he had seen one there. The thought of his draft to the war made him sick, it was even worse than the drug lords and prostitutes in the old city, even worse than all of that. Looking back to Christolph, he felt he should ask a question, at least, and not be a quite bug. "So, I take it you come from Germany? What's it like there?"

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sonja leaned back in her chair and sipped her tea carefully, watching as David walked past the open-air market on the other side of the street. "Hey," she said to Max, "Who's that guy behind David?" Max looked, then chuckled. "He's wearing all those clothes in this heat- he must be dying under all that." Sonja grinned, and laughed slightly. "Maybe he's a... vampire!" she said, lunging forwards in her seat towards Max. Her friend shrieked, then giggled. "Yeah, right!"

[crimsonmansion]

You can tell a lot about a person by their handshake, and being a meticulous man of observation (unless properly distracted) Christolph concluded that Mr. Marshall was a man who had worked very hard in his past and had amply reaped the benefits of such arduous labor; living out in an existence of humble serenity. The burly Germanic male envied such peace…ah, there were those memories again. He had seen so much war, pain, suffering, and most of all…death, and so little life; the headache increased and he quickly shut it out of his thoughts. Regaining his focus, Christolph noticed that perhaps he was not the only one who had experienced so much negativity in the past.

“Not this hot.” He grinned with almost boyish mischief while taking out a deep red silk handkerchief from his pocket to mop his brow; taking advantage of the shade of a nearby stall to remove his hat momentarily before replacing it. “Honestly, I could not tell du how it is now…I ‘ave not been home in many…many years.” A pained expression escaped his harsh features as he tried to conceal it by casually browsing a selection of vegetables. “Your country has changed though since I vos last here; this settlement is vell established und peaceful...has it alvays been so?” His English had dramatically improved since their introduction (despite his thick accent), and one could assume that his linguistic skills were excellent.

Suddenly Christolph’s entire face snapped into focus on the two girls sitting across the street at a café right when the taller one with lighter hair exclaimed out the word ‘vampire’ to her friend. His hearing was not the best (among his kind), but there were certain words and phrases that struck an alarm in his mind; the shot of his gaze was so quick and predatory that it could only further incriminate his appearance. There was something about this girl that wasn’t completely human, but he couldn’t get a proper scent from the air when he was downwind…he was even almost certain he had caught the whiff of a lycan earlier. “Who are they?” Christolph asked David without tearing his glare from them.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Max looked across the street and her eyes settled on the tall man. She swept her black braid over her shoulder and turned back to Sonja. "I think he's looking at us." Sonja's eyes flicked to him, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. "Yeah," she said, turning back to Max while taking a sip of tea, trying desperately to look nonchalant. "Yeah, I think he is." Her golden-brown hair was still out of its braid, but she remedied that quickly and tied it off with an elastic hair tie that she had been keeping on her wrist. Now one could see her slightly pointed ears and blue horns- traits that appeared almost... dragonlike.

[Terra Dragon]

David was just about to go into the history of the town when his companion spun about and glared at a nearby cafe. Christolph asked "Who are they?" and it was a moment before the odd feeling of this sudden interruption allowed him to speak. "That's Maxine and her friend... but I forget her name. Why?" He was slightly confused, but that was about it. Waving a hand at a curious boy who was looking in their direction, he patted Christolph's shoulder. "Just two young girls, they ain't any harm."

[crimsonmansion]

Removing his sunglasses; Christolph revealed a set of brilliant cyan eyes that made his pupils stick out dramatically. He focused in on the girl putting her hair up, and then a wide smile graced his lips as his gaze registered her tipped ears and blue horns. Dragon blood…a race that was exceedingly rare even during his time period. Looking into the chocolate orbs of his companion, he maintained his grin even when being comforted by a hand pat to the shoulder. “Vot are those things on her friend’s head?” If the two girls had no qualms about possibly revealing his nature to the public, then his inquiries would be just revenge.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sonja was relieved when the man looked away, but looked back at Max. She flicked her gold-brown braid over her shoulder and stood, placing the money for their drinks on the table. She slapped her friend's shoulder lightly with one hand and laughed, saying,"Vampires don't exist. I'm just joking with you." Max stood, grinned, then held the door open for her friend. As they left, she said, "I know. But, dragons don't exist either, and look at you." Sonja rolled her eyes. "Half dragon."

[Mercurian]

Hunter bristled when he smelled the cold, lifeless ((I think?)) scent of a vampire. He wasn't looking for a fight, of course-he minded his own business-, but he knew vampires sucked human blood for saturation. If this strange one killed the old man, who would the authorities blame? That's right-the animals of the forest, and most likely kill them in retaliation, the fools. He had no intention of letting that happen, so he morphed back to human, stretching in his strange new body, and walked out of the forest, heading straight for the two humanoids.
"Hello there," he growled in his deep, slightly scratchy voice. "Um...what's up?" He had a little trouble remembering the new "modern" slang, but it was necessary since he looked like a teenager and still would for...oh, several more decades. Werewolves age very slowly.

[crimsonmansion]

While waiting for a reply from his new companion, Christolph watched as the two girls sauntered out onto the street and attempted to deduce their ages. The human had to be under twenty and older than sixteen, but he could not even begin to guess about the other. With the wind picking up, he got a nice long drag of their scent; although many vampire males were driven by the sweet aroma of youthful feminine innocence…Christolph’s tastes catered more towards something rather unconventional for his species. With his attention taken and the wind blowing towards him; the burly individual did not notice the sudden approach of a stranger until he was spoken too.

‘What’s up?’ Christolph tried to wrap his mind around such a phrase; having difficulty with English contractions, and possessing even less understanding of the native slang. Having watched the box with moving pictures and sound in his apartment, Christolph recalled an upright rabbit chewing on a carrot and uttering something similar…and then he half expected to look up and see an anvil fall down and bash him on the head. Not wanting to look idiotic in front of a spawn of the ancient beast Fenrir, Christolph attempted to conceal his puzzlement and responded with the following.

“Clouds und sky.”