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1st Postcard [Action]
[Mavis had not been long in Luceti; face down in the cool morning grass of under the shade of a large tree...by any means it would be an ideal place to awake from a nap for anyone. Except when the wind blows just enough to shift the cover of the leaves to let the sunlight shine down on her it awakes her with a start of pain and a disoriented scramble. Sunlight...the sun was up! How on Earth did it get so late and what was she doing outside of the Hotel? Another beam of light zaps her between the branches of the tree, drawing a sharp 'Ow!' from the vampire before she let her form disappear into a cloud of fog before re-materializing as a bat. There would be less of her to get caught in the sun now. Clambering close to the tree trunk she winces at the odd pain against her back before taking stock of her surroundings.
No, she definitely was not in the haunted forest surrounding the Hotel. Everything was far too bright and chipper and there was a village here, one much different than the one she'd flown to the night before and subsequently had to bail on. At her side was a small pile of clothing consisting of her dress, her leggings, and shoes with a strange book resting on top of it. Talk about weird. If she had the time she'd investigate the weird looking journal but the sun grew brighter by the minute; it would only take few hours for it to reach its peak and burn her to a crisp. She'd have to find shelter first, and fast. She could only hope her clothes could give her enough cover.
Anyone walking through the village square might come across a black lump slowly creeping around the corners of houses and shops from shadow to shadow, occasionally bumping into a wall or possibly even their foot! It's hard to see where she's going from under the book and the pile of her clothes but it's the only portable cover Mavis has as a bat. She can only hope she doesn't draw the attention of the humans.]
No, she definitely was not in the haunted forest surrounding the Hotel. Everything was far too bright and chipper and there was a village here, one much different than the one she'd flown to the night before and subsequently had to bail on. At her side was a small pile of clothing consisting of her dress, her leggings, and shoes with a strange book resting on top of it. Talk about weird. If she had the time she'd investigate the weird looking journal but the sun grew brighter by the minute; it would only take few hours for it to reach its peak and burn her to a crisp. She'd have to find shelter first, and fast. She could only hope her clothes could give her enough cover.
Anyone walking through the village square might come across a black lump slowly creeping around the corners of houses and shops from shadow to shadow, occasionally bumping into a wall or possibly even their foot! It's hard to see where she's going from under the book and the pile of her clothes but it's the only portable cover Mavis has as a bat. She can only hope she doesn't draw the attention of the humans.]
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That said, the trick of a little bat going almost literally poof and being replaced by a dark-haired and gravity-defying girl is a new one, and he jerks unconsciously, just enough to unbalance his crouch and stumble back onto his rear. Ranni just gives a non-hostile but concerned little wrrrr deep in her throat (which seems fair - Jack cannot imagine what strangenesses the dog sees on a daily basis in a house with multiple magic-users, a god, and a doctor), dutifully stepping across Jack's legs and staying close.
He ruches a hand through the fur on her shoulders, staring for a few seconds before shaking his head.]
Sorry, I - yeah. That is pretty horrible. [He has the good grace to look faintly chagrined, if still curious.] Maybe I'm missing something, but you don't look that scary.
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[She winces a little as he stumbles backwards. If Jack looks past the 'suddenly girl' aspect of her, he might notice the plain white new feather dress she's still stuck in.]
Well...I'm a vampire. But I'm not bad or evil or anything, I'm just me.
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[Well, she does fit part of the profile. Pale, dark-haired, turning into a bat . . . check, check, check. But the movies, books, and general mythology never really mentioned being punishingly shy. Or both practically a kid and acting like one.
Still, he proceeds cautiously, rising to his feet and dusting off the seat of his pants.]
So . . . my blood is safe, is what you mean? No hypno-eyes, biting, anything of that nature?
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[She grumbles a little but she can't help it. He and the dog had spooked her and now her safe spot is not safe anymore, she'll have to find a new one once they've gone.]
I mean, would you do that to someone you just met? That's just creepy.