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Aurin is on the communication crystal with Mial, mid-whine about his most recent breakup (he liked this one!), gradually becoming less deaf to attempts to change the subject, when the crystal abruptly goes dead.
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goldeneye
Aurin snorts.
"Will you still be here if I fly around the town in a fairly expeditious manner and then come back?"
"Will you still be here if I fly around the town in a fairly expeditious manner and then come back?"
goldeneye
"Right, off I go then."
And he flaps and goes up to see what he can see, noting his starting location.
And he flaps and goes up to see what he can see, noting his starting location.
There are buildings. There are streets. There are improbably numerous graveyards.
There's someone getting murdered! Or at least someone getting nonconsensually bitten by a fanged humanoid.
There's someone getting murdered! Or at least someone getting nonconsensually bitten by a fanged humanoid.
goldeneye
Oh, hell.
Aurin dives.
When he doesn't think he'll be too terribly visible from a distance he turns into a firebreathing dragon and lands behind the vampire and puts a claw on his shoulder. "Hey." (He tried to think of something cool to say possibly including "infidel" on the way down but it just didn't come together in the time available.)
The vampire drops his meal and turns around and yells with surprise.
The meal flees, somewhat impaired by blood loss but still able to run reasonably well.
The meal flees, somewhat impaired by blood loss but still able to run reasonably well.
goldeneye
Aurin is not, in fact, usually a combatant, and is not sure he is prepared to kill this thing, and has been warned that they're very flammable. He settles for growling (with smoke coming out from between his teeth dramatically) and keeping his paw on the vampire's shoulder to check sudden movement. Growwwwwl. (He's ready to shiftslip away and get back in the air at a moment's notice.)
After a half-second of further staring, the vampire also flees, in a different direction from the meal.
goldeneye
Right. Uh. Evil thwarted. Yay.
Aurin turns back into an eagle and ascends again, feeling rather like a cross between a vigilante hero and a primary schooler pretending to be same.
Buildings. Streets. Graveyards. So many graveyards.
goldeneye
Well, this is a hotbed of murder - like, fly around for a bit and spot one in barely five degrees, level of hotbed - so, that makes sense.
Hey, is that a vaguely decent club over there? With the music and the lights and such?
Hey, is that a vaguely decent club over there? With the music and the lights and such?
Yes! Yes it is.
goldeneye
Cool. Maybe he will go check that out after collecting, like, a key to the Graveyard Architecture he will be attempting to nap in later on.
He swoops back in the direction of the original graveyard.
He swoops back in the direction of the original graveyard.
goldeneye
Aurin lands on a gravestone. He hopes that isn't a local faux pas or anything; he isn't sure Sherlock would tell him if it was. "I found nightlife. Both regular nightlife with dancing and the kind with attempted murder. I'm going to go visit the pleasanter one after you tell me how I get under shelter for my nap later, assuming that offer's still open?"
goldeneye
Aurin turns human, presuming that the entrance is probably optimized for the human-shaped.
eversomuchfun
And Sherlock leads him into the crypt and shows him a cleverly hidden secret entrance, which in turn leads down into a room containing: one kettle, one mug, one box of teabags, and one bed.
goldeneye
"Are there glamorous vampires?" inquires Aurin. "Of the not-got-religion persuasion, I mean, there are vampire theatrical stars and so on at home."
eversomuchfun
"Most humans don't know that vampires exist, and we can't go out in daylight without catching fire, so vampire theatrical stars are relatively rare. But there are plenty of vampires who care more about accumulating material wealth than I do. By the way, I should probably warn you that there's about a sixty percent chance anyone hitting on you at the Bronze secretly thirsts for your blood."
goldeneye
"...Are you doing your best to adjust for how often you expect people to hit on me when they don't thirst for my blood?" sighs Aurin. "Man, at home if vampires hit on me I assume they also want to drink my blood occasionally but at least they keep it separate."
eversomuchfun
"Our vampires are much more the lure-you-into-an-alley sort. And they outnumber actual seekers of romance about two to one most nights."