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movingonOne of the great things about having back a body - or well, the appearance of a body - that she can just walk among people with is that it makes acquiring blood so much easier. Not having to limit yourself to people who for one reason or the other won't remember you after limits the pool tremendously, especially when you don't want to consume legal or illegal drugs that way.
But now that limitation is lifted, and she's taking advantage of that with abandon, hunting half for the utter joy of the boundless possibilities. She's still careful, of course, still looking over her shoulder more often than might be necessary. But she's also way more into it than she would have been before losing her human looks.
( And we're heading into nsfw territory now. )
But now that limitation is lifted, and she's taking advantage of that with abandon, hunting half for the utter joy of the boundless possibilities. She's still careful, of course, still looking over her shoulder more often than might be necessary. But she's also way more into it than she would have been before losing her human looks.
( And we're heading into nsfw territory now. )
movingonThe evening after the market, starting just after sundown, a young woman is wandering around the city. She doesn't look like much - jeans, a hoodie against the cold, sneakers, slightly shaggy brown hair - and will try to stay away from the richer parts of town.
Sometimes she can be caught looking around in worry, studying the face of people that looked at her - Malin still can't quite believe that this collar is really working. That she really looks human again.
But she does. Looking down at her own hands, looking at her reflection, watching other people's reaction to her, she clearly does.
With time, she will grow bolder, even approach people - sometimes to just exchange a greeting with someone taking their dog out after work, sometimes to bother a promising looking person for a few dollars, sometimes to ask the way to a soup kitchen or a cheap club. Not that she wants to go to those places or really needs money, but she wants to try out this illusion and also... talk to people.
Sometimes she can be caught looking around in worry, studying the face of people that looked at her - Malin still can't quite believe that this collar is really working. That she really looks human again.
But she does. Looking down at her own hands, looking at her reflection, watching other people's reaction to her, she clearly does.
With time, she will grow bolder, even approach people - sometimes to just exchange a greeting with someone taking their dog out after work, sometimes to bother a promising looking person for a few dollars, sometimes to ask the way to a soup kitchen or a cheap club. Not that she wants to go to those places or really needs money, but she wants to try out this illusion and also... talk to people.
movingonThere were bad days and there were better days; today, she had been lucky and thus had all the night to waste. Or spend usefully, by finding out a bit more about this place. Her special interest, obviously, lies with the Kindred population, and she's found that they seem to be the most ...openly affluent in certain parts of downtown, so that is where she went. She's flying around, sitting down on the networks of cables and bridges above the streets, sometimes for longer, sometimes only a few minutes, and watches. Whenever she spots someone who looks like they might be undead, she follows them, a quiet shadow above, just below the strange contraptions, and then when they enter a house sits down again above, pondering the street. Waiting if more enter that house, or leave it.
There has to be an Elysium here, somewhere. Too many Kindred obeying the Masquerade not to. Not that she wants to go in, but she'd like to know the location. What she doesn't do - is too focused for - is watching out for familiar faces.
There has to be an Elysium here, somewhere. Too many Kindred obeying the Masquerade not to. Not that she wants to go in, but she'd like to know the location. What she doesn't do - is too focused for - is watching out for familiar faces.
