check-in check-in check-in (vampwolves only)

[thornsofmalkav]

[Thorne's mental voice come in clear, early into the first night.]

Hey. I figured someone should do a check-in? I've been listening to people talk and we're in a place named Samartia. Dunno where that is besides Eastern Europe. I'll find a map later.

Anyway, we're in vampire and werewolf territory. They think you guys are something called corvigers? Uh, those are people who work for the supernaturals. We called them ghouls back home.

And there's this election thing going on. It's like their first time? I'm passing myself off as an elections observer. So's Melissa. If people want, they can pretend to be our human staff. Just let us know.

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[someonetocarry]

Vaguely. I ain't exactly religious, but it does sound familiar. Somethin' about them not wearin' clothes, right?

[Yeah, that's the part Zoe remembers from her singular Bible class, as a teenager.]

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah. They didn't wear clothes until they had the knowledge of good and evil and that's how God figured out they ate the fruit, because suddenly they were wearing these clothes they made out of leaves.

So, uh, anyway, they ended up having two kids--well, they had some more later, but they just had two at first--and these two kids, Cain and Abel, they grew up to be a vegetable farmer and a shepherd respectively. And at some point they both went and sacrificed their best stuff to God. And God liked Abel's stuff way better, because you have to set stuff on fire for a proper sacrifice and roast meat smells better than roast veggies, at least if you're God.

So Cain got pissed off and he killed his brother and then he went on the lam.

You following me so far?

[someonetocarry]

Yeah, think so. Sounds like a dumb reason to kill folk, but I'm assumin' this is more a teachin' tale than somethin' that actually happened.

[Zoe's agnostic at best, Thorne, sorry.]

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeaaahhh. Sort of.

Anyway, in our vampire origin story, which I dunno if it holds true for here or not, after Cain went on the lam he added an 'E' at the end of his name and ran into this woman named Lilith who had a lot of magic and he drank her blood to get her magic.

Then God's angels caught up with him and they tried to make him come home and repent, but he rebuked them all and they cursed him with the various vampiric weaknesses.

And he went and turned some of his nieces and nephews and grand-nieces and -nephews into beings like him.

And that's the very, very short version of Where Vampires Come From from my world. I dunno if it holds true anywhere else.

[someonetocarry]

Suppose we can ask around if it's the same story here. Everybody's got a mythos of some sort, I've found, I bet these folk do, too. Think anybody's got a convenient supernatural history book lyin' about?

[She's being serious here, honestly. She really does kind of want to know if these vampires are different from Thorne's vampires, and if their origin story is the same. It might at least help them fit in better.]

[thornsofmalkav]

I don't know? Maybe the vavassour? He's the most important corviger of them all.

[someonetocarry]

Which one might he be? I don't got names and titles down yet. Hardly talked to anybody yet, 'cept one of my crew who got herself infiltrated.

[thornsofmalkav]

Someone called him Daneel. I think he's that robot guy. Not a robot now, but.

[someonetocarry]

Guessin' he ain't a robot here. I'll listen for the name.

You worked out a place to stay yet?

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah! Vampire Zed is going to put us up at his place. And I sold the secret of alcoholic blood to him, so we'll have plenty of spending money.

[someonetocarry]

Is that gonna be a problem? Us changin' somethin' like that, bringing in... blood booze?

[thornsofmalkav]

I have no clue, but the Trumps should have dumped us here with money in our pockets if they didn't want something like this to happen. Anyway, back home we've known how to make booze blood since forever. I'm honestly surprised no one here figured it out. It's really simple.

[someonetocarry]

I'll hafta take your word on that. There anythin' else you think I oughta know before I try to get myself taken in by one of these folk here?

[thornsofmalkav]

... I don't know if the same rules apply here, but just in case they do: don't drink any vampire blood if you can help it. Not even if they tell you it will do cool stuff like prolong your lifespan or make you extra-strong.

[someonetocarry]

Ain't gonna drink nothin' that ain't water, milk, tea, or juice, promise. Got no idea what that stuff'll do to a growin' baby, so I'm playin' it safe.

[thornsofmalkav]

Good. It. Um. Can have psychological effects. At least back home.

[someonetocarry]

Should I be askin' what those are, now? Or is it best left vague like that?

[Because even over the psychic network, devoid of tone as it is, that still sounded awkward and hesitant.]

[thornsofmalkav]

Probably best left vague for now.

[It's not something she wants to discuss in public.]