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▷ ─────────── ♂ ∙ 24 ∙ vampire-hunter turned-vampire ─── 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 ──── ✟ ∙
LOCATION: ▷ 1F; Near ARCADE. | TAGGED: DEAN, JACK.
- Proceeding through the building, Maxim had begun to gather that it must have been... a new type of indoor market, though he noted that there were no vendors tending to the wares. He had stopped for a moment to eye the mannequins posed in the windows of the department store on his righthand side, pursing his lips. Everything looked... interesting. Well, boring, actually, though there were pops of bright dyes that caught Maxim's eye. Racks of identical clothing hung throughout the store behind the glass, nothing as ornate as the finely-tailored dresses those vogue Parisians wore day in and out.
Well, perhaps if Maxim caught himself with a bit of a chill, perhaps he could borrow a few of those untailored fits for a short amount of time.
Continuing onwards on the opposite side of the department store, he had just come up on the arcade. That's what the unlit sign hanging over the door had read, anyway. Finding this dimmed room more intriguing than everything else, Maxim pressed his face close to the glass, squinting in hopes to see inside. Clicking his tongue, he shook his head: No use.
Suddenly, Maxim's investigation had come to an end as he heard footsteps approaching from down the other end of the hall. He pushed away from the window, eyeing the newcomers: A younger and older man, their dog following closely behind. Maxim opens his mouth- hopefully imperceptibly- for a brief moment, and although they were far away from him and his powers were poor, he could faintly smell human blood. It gave him reason to relax, closing his mouth just as quickly and beginning to approach. He called across the distance, lifting a hand in a wave:
❝ You two, greetings! You appear to be awfully idle, do either of you have a moment? ❞ ... ✟ ∙
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