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unfinishedlibrary2026-02-07 12:20 pm
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do you bare your fangs at us, sir? MOONLIT RIVALS LOG 2, SCENE 2
Who: Readers and Actors
What: The werewolves who are not sneaking into the party cause a bit of mischief... and did anybody actually agree to keep the peace tonight?
When: The night of the ball itself. [ooc timeline: Feb 6th - 19th]
Where: The city of Montica.
Content warnings: Please include any warnings in headers.
Waxing Gibbous Moon
The streets have emptied, particularly in the vampiric half of town. Most of the vampire loyalists have joined the masquerade, leaving their homes and shops unattended. Tonight is a special night - a once in a century event, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Even some werewolves and neutral citizens have been enticed to attend. Jadis the Mystic has created a lotion that will disguise the scent of a werewolf; an effect that is broken by shifting, breaking the skin, or the gradual passage of time. It is not widely distributed, but rumours travel fast. The lotion is only given to any Guildulf-aligned werewolves, but… well, there’s nothing wrong with a little trade here or there. Right?
For all of the wolves in town - with the moon so close to being full, it’s natural for them to feel a bit more excitable. Energetic. Ready to take on the world. And seeing as Montica is so empty, it’s like a playground has just been opened up. The young wolves in particular are eager to take advantage of the empty streets, the sound of not-quite-mature howls breaking through the air in their excitement. There are hardly any people around to be scared if they play too rough or run too fast, and they are taking advantage of this with great enthusiasm.
In the highly-debated 'neutral' zone, some small packs of adolescent werewolves are gathering. There's banter and roughhousing, the not-quite-adults playfully shoving each-other over the invisible line where the vampire territory begins.
Some of the bravest amongst them take the challenge to dart over and brush their fingers over silver doorhandles - their yelps spurring courage and adrenaline in the others. What starts harmlessly enough quickly escalates as they urge each-other on, teenage excitement and the thrill of the moon encouraging all sorts of bad choices. The longer they go without reprimand, the more bold they become; and somewhere along the way, bulbs of garlic start winding up in places they wouldn't normally be found. (There is at least one group who is excitedly challenging each-other to leave the garlic in more and more absurd places. If they happen to sting themselves on some silver ornamentation on the way, all the better.)
Not all homes are unoccupied, though - sooner or later someone’s going to disturb someone else’s peace, and tensions are already so high. Hopefully there are some Responsible Adults around to curtail the worst of the mischief before someone’s temper is sparked.
What: The werewolves who are not sneaking into the party cause a bit of mischief... and did anybody actually agree to keep the peace tonight?
When: The night of the ball itself. [ooc timeline: Feb 6th - 19th]
Where: The city of Montica.
Content warnings: Please include any warnings in headers.
Waxing Gibbous Moon
In Town
Above the city, the Umbra Mansion stands tall. Its grand doors and windows have been opened, spilling light like a beacon. Music lilts in the air, drifting so far as to be faintly heard even in the neutral centre of the city.The streets have emptied, particularly in the vampiric half of town. Most of the vampire loyalists have joined the masquerade, leaving their homes and shops unattended. Tonight is a special night - a once in a century event, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Even some werewolves and neutral citizens have been enticed to attend. Jadis the Mystic has created a lotion that will disguise the scent of a werewolf; an effect that is broken by shifting, breaking the skin, or the gradual passage of time. It is not widely distributed, but rumours travel fast. The lotion is only given to any Guildulf-aligned werewolves, but… well, there’s nothing wrong with a little trade here or there. Right?
For all of the wolves in town - with the moon so close to being full, it’s natural for them to feel a bit more excitable. Energetic. Ready to take on the world. And seeing as Montica is so empty, it’s like a playground has just been opened up. The young wolves in particular are eager to take advantage of the empty streets, the sound of not-quite-mature howls breaking through the air in their excitement. There are hardly any people around to be scared if they play too rough or run too fast, and they are taking advantage of this with great enthusiasm.
In the highly-debated 'neutral' zone, some small packs of adolescent werewolves are gathering. There's banter and roughhousing, the not-quite-adults playfully shoving each-other over the invisible line where the vampire territory begins.
Some of the bravest amongst them take the challenge to dart over and brush their fingers over silver doorhandles - their yelps spurring courage and adrenaline in the others. What starts harmlessly enough quickly escalates as they urge each-other on, teenage excitement and the thrill of the moon encouraging all sorts of bad choices. The longer they go without reprimand, the more bold they become; and somewhere along the way, bulbs of garlic start winding up in places they wouldn't normally be found. (There is at least one group who is excitedly challenging each-other to leave the garlic in more and more absurd places. If they happen to sting themselves on some silver ornamentation on the way, all the better.)
Not all homes are unoccupied, though - sooner or later someone’s going to disturb someone else’s peace, and tensions are already so high. Hopefully there are some Responsible Adults around to curtail the worst of the mischief before someone’s temper is sparked.
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Except of course not.
"Because, I don't know. Killing sucks and you're not supposed to kill things that haven't done anything wrong or aren't trying to kill you or whatever." Mostly whatever.
She wonders about his priorities sometimes. Well, most of the time. It's like a constant 'what is inside that giant melon and is it distemper?' type of thing. "I'm just saying, right now I don't think I'm strong enough to kill a mood, much less a whole ass human being."
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Surer now of his path, Curze continues on his way, still mindful at least somewhat of her much smaller stride. "But they can be perceived in other ways. The scientific advancements of my era are likely beyond the knowledge of your era. Give it time, yours will catch up." And then the obvious will be apparent! "Hopefully your strength will improve, yes?"
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Is the trap of late stage capitalistic space exploration the solution? No, but you built your nest in that, not from it. Or some shit.
"Well, my strength can't get any worse." Technically it could, and she could faceplant on the cobblestones into a puddle of jelly, but it's a figure of speech. Things can only go up from here. Right?
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Though it does align pretty flawlessly with his certainty that humanity, at their base, are revolting creatures barely able to remember they're not beasts. "The only meaning in life is what you make of it. Are you really so terrible at your truest nature that unshackled from belief in fairy tales, you will become the worst humanity has to offer?" Even Curze has a belief system, but it's built in a different axis than one around religion.
He says nothing further about her current strength, but he's keeping tabs. He still won't hunt for her.. but she's small, she looks human, she could make use of those blood food stores the Umbras keep. if worse came to worse..
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"I guess it'd just be nice to think that the assholes get what's coming to them, if not here, then after they die." It changes nothing, but it helps. Because where she's from, the mining company owners and even the overseers get to die in their beds at healthy old ages surrounded by wealth and quality medical care, while...yeah.
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Not when there's prey to catch. All these homes look roughly the same to him, some with high walls, others not. But the scents were different, and marked the same wolves that had attacked the Guildulfs lived very nearby. "Mm. As there are no rewards after death, so too are there no punishments. Which is why we make them memorable in life. So those who survive remember."
It's why he's out here at all, in fact. "I spoke to Jonathan Harker about a similar subject, the blessing it is that the universe is uncaring and karma is nonsense."