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01 | Video/Action | Day 108
[It's been a week since Anita's arrival in the Cape, and all that time, she's managed to monitor the network without actually making herself known, taking the opportunity the blackout and the defunct network had provided her to move around town unnoticed and get the lay of the land. By now, she's more or less settled -- she has housemates she gets along with reasonably well, one of them a stray Allison brought home after no less than two days after their arrival. She has a potential ally in a man she's still not entirely convinced isn't a yeti, and a woman who practically reeks of magic but without that undertone of malice.
All things considered, there's something of a silver lining to this new situation, though she certainly has plenty of choice words for their captors if she ever gets the chance. She's determined to make that opportunity arise sooner or later.
When she addresses the feed, she's sitting on the front steps of House 10, arms resting on her knees.]
I haven't been here long, but I think I've got most of the details by now. [People had been helpful, for the most part.] The food supply is low and it sounds like people are doing whatever they can to help supplement it. I hear people hunt. I'd like to get in on that, but it would help to know what's available to us in the way of weapons.
[She has her knives, and her guns with their limited ammo, but she's never been much of a trapper despite being vaguely outdoorsy. She'd done a lot of field work during college that had required her to spend time out in the woods and knew well enough how to forage, but hunting anything that wasn't, you know, monstrous was entirely new. Animals couldn't be all that different, could they? Just... smaller. Potentially less vicious.
Right.]
Do we have the resources to replace or even forge spent ammunition, for instance? Or do we get to play pioneer and do it the authentic way?
[You know. Bows and arrows. That kind of thing.]
Any kind of feedback would be appreciated. If I'm going to be stuck here, might as well pitch in and do what I can to help.
[The feed ends. She'll be sitting outside of House 10 for awhile if anyone comes by or wants to pester her, and later in the day, she can be found at the docks, doing a little investigating.]
All things considered, there's something of a silver lining to this new situation, though she certainly has plenty of choice words for their captors if she ever gets the chance. She's determined to make that opportunity arise sooner or later.
When she addresses the feed, she's sitting on the front steps of House 10, arms resting on her knees.]
I haven't been here long, but I think I've got most of the details by now. [People had been helpful, for the most part.] The food supply is low and it sounds like people are doing whatever they can to help supplement it. I hear people hunt. I'd like to get in on that, but it would help to know what's available to us in the way of weapons.
[She has her knives, and her guns with their limited ammo, but she's never been much of a trapper despite being vaguely outdoorsy. She'd done a lot of field work during college that had required her to spend time out in the woods and knew well enough how to forage, but hunting anything that wasn't, you know, monstrous was entirely new. Animals couldn't be all that different, could they? Just... smaller. Potentially less vicious.
Right.]
Do we have the resources to replace or even forge spent ammunition, for instance? Or do we get to play pioneer and do it the authentic way?
[You know. Bows and arrows. That kind of thing.]
Any kind of feedback would be appreciated. If I'm going to be stuck here, might as well pitch in and do what I can to help.
[The feed ends. She'll be sitting outside of House 10 for awhile if anyone comes by or wants to pester her, and later in the day, she can be found at the docks, doing a little investigating.]
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Is it?
[It seems a curious sort of place for vampires to gather, but what does she know about vampires? Not much. Just what she'd gleaned from mythology as a child. Unlike the Nine Realms, vampires don't actually exist in her world. Other undead, certainly, but not vampires. In fact, draugr were known to get very testy if you called them that. She'd used the comment more than once to make one lose his temper.]
Interesting... What makes them come to St. Louis?
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[Which is a whole different ordeal that she's sure she'll get to explain at some point.]
Different Masters approach governing their territory and the vampires in it in different ways. Ours? Well. We were lucky enough, I suppose, to end up with a Master Vampire that thinks of himself as an entrepreneur. He's really into having the vamps put on a show for the human tourists that romanticize them and has a pretty firm leash on his people as far as not letting them hunt. As vampires go, he's usually pretty damn law-abiding.
[Usually.]
Other vamps hear about his reputation and figure they can make a good living there. Or un-living, I guess. As Masters go, he's a pussycat.
[Which, considering how vicious he can be... that's really saying something.]
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Politics. It seems you can't escape it, no matter where you are. Eg forstår.
[Meja offers a sympathetic smile. She's really not much for them, but she has to play ball. Like all of the Lightforged do.]
And I suppose having a showman for a city leader is much better than a tyrant, as well.
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[She grimaces, giving Meja a knowing look. Not that Jean-Claude isn't ruthless in his own right, but compared to Nikolaos?
Shit. He was like a teddy bear with fangs.]
I definitely prefer the business-oriented sort. A hell of a lot fewer bodies on the ground.
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Well, I can't promise anything about bodies, but we seem to have fewer vampires here, at least.
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[She sighs heavily, shaking her head and giving a smile that doesn't quite seem genuine.]
I'm kind of tired of them. All of the power-slinging pissing contests, territory wars and 'days of yore' crap. By that I mostly mean the fact that they seem to hold grudges for centuries.
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It comes with being an immortal, I'm certain. The gods are the same way, to some extent. Always squabbling with each other over the tiniest of things, because of something that happened hundreds of years ago. It's always tiresome to deal with, even if those grudges... can be useful, at times.
[She only has the one grudge, and she thinks she's allowed to have it. Considering that it's against the "god" who killed her entire family.]
At any rate, I should stop taking up your time.
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[Ones that helped her put both Raina and Gabriel in the ground, something that was way overdue. She nods when Meja goes to excuse herself, though a faint and fleeting frown of worry pulls at her lips. She'd ask if she'd offended in some way, but really, Meja didn't seem all that bothered, and Anita isn't the type to worry outwardly.]
Feel free to take it up again anytime.
[She shrugs, her smile quirking a little higher on one side.]
I get the feeling you've got a lot of interesting stories.
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You'll regret saying that once I've talked your ear off. [Then, more seriously,] Stay safe. [It seems an important sentiment in a place like this. She bows her head slightly before making her way back along the road.]