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The question was almost to be expected, yet it cut at August. Execution certainly was a real possibility, he'd caught word of stories scattered across the years. Discipline and punishment were two tools, to mold and control respectively. He knew this. It'd be harsh for the both of them, but...

Ray remained silent while Ian protested, let the man argue his case. There was a degree of empathy for the Umbra. He could certainly believe the danger a demon posed to those in the domain: to both vampire, and human alike. The contents of Valerius' journal convinced him as much. And that was...

A demon both of them were too weak and dumb to slay, set loose in the area with no means to track it. That was the situation they were in. The situation August was in. The demon was certainly not expected, but even so: August could see no way to follow up on it. He was lost -- a failure indeed...

A quick perusal was all that Ray had intended; he certainly had not imagined to be so engrossed, not by such a vile text. It was undeniable, as the Nocnitsa pored over the Latin -- Valerius was a genius. The amount of meticulous documentation and knowledge scribed by the man seemed beyond...

So Ray was at least a part of the domain. This fact ordinarily would have set August a bit at ease, but as he stepped up the stairs behind the rest of the group, the Enforcer was nothing less than irritable. At Ian. At Ray. At Adria. At everything. Beneath his crossed arms, August's fists...

Salem? So Adria did know these two-- or at least, this Ian. The niceties discarded in the confusion of it all, August said not a word, though there certainly was no shortage of questions he'd want answered. He stared with irritated, brooding eyes at the man before him as he listened. It was...

The beacon that was the Sunset drew near as the car cruised down the street, before slowing to a stop in front of the bustling building, clients coming and going even at this hour of the night. August took a deep breath and exhaled at their arrival, as if some great burden was lifted from his...

August could not help but groan wearily as he learned that Adria did indeed wish to return to her hotel. At this point, getting back to his apartment seemed a near impossible prospect, he felt. He was still slumped over the car's wheel, his eyes shut. When he heard the door shut and the jingle...

"Serah would disapprove," August thought out loud. It was a low murmur, one of many racing thoughts in his mind, albeit the only one that slipped through his lips. It was all just so pathetic -- tonight was meant to be a show of strength, not of such grave incompetence. But despite his feelings...

Uneasy, August watched over the body as Adria knelt to check the man's vitals, fists balled and lips tight in frustration. He'd been thoughtless in his feeding, and now he was paying the price. Adria seemed to know what she was doing, and he looked on, hoping that the worst had not occurred. It...

Evening! If you still have a spot open I'd be down to RP. Never watched (played?) Atelier or played Bloodborne, but I'm certainly open to any plot! Definitely shoot me a PM if you're up for it, I've also got Discord so I'll send you my contact details too when/if we speak.

It was almost as though he was going to lose everything, the way August clung to the man as the vampire drew blood; the taste of iron, smooth yet tangy running over his tongue, rivulets sliding down his lips and chin. An absolute mess, it was, as he fed hastily and greedily. The man within the...

"Alright, careful, careful," the man muttered quietly as he and August began to make their way slowly to the car. Slinging his arm over the man's shoulder, August's hand clenched tightly on the human's shoulder, almost painfully -- though August himself was seemingly unaware of this. Barely...

Wordlessly, August nodded to Adria's cover. Attacked in the asylum? He'd play a murder victim if that's what it took for whoever was beyond to believe them. Whatever it took for a chance to feed. Adria approached the light as did August, trudging slowly, limping tiredly, behind her. The light...

The world seemed a living heartbeat as August stumbled up the stairs, everything in his vision blurry and seeming to pulsate as he hurried behind Adria. He bumped into walls, slammed into corners, nearly falling over his feet as he followed out into the night, outside of that wretched asylum...