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Who: Gabriel & Random Meetings
What: Rogues do what rogues do best. Stalk people.
Where: Valhalla Inn -> Mafaton -> Who knows?
When: Sukkardi the 14th, Ruudary
Warnings: Some zombie gore.

Gabriel had never really expected anything else from this place, so the outrage from the violent scenes shown in the CiDs didn't bother him. Humans were evil, xenophobic assholes. Nothing new there. It just proved that this place was no different from Azeroth, and you could never be safe if you were a little bit different. (Then again, where was the fun in that?) If they acted this way towards the 'xenians', how would they treat the undead?

The fact that he could move almost anywhere unseen was a plus for someone that could be mistaken for someone far too interested in brains (not that he didn't mind a bite or two) but it made things a bit difficult when it came to moving Styx away from Valhalla. He needed to get away from that place and the multitude of confused newcomers, but the skeletal horse wasn't exactly easy to hide.... and it lacked Gabriel's stealthing skills. What kind of place would take such an animal, and how could he find out if he could not speak to people?

So what do you do about something like that? Beat up a guy, steal his clothes and hide yourself, of course! A hoodie was a bit odd for someone used to leather armor, but it covered up his rotted face quite well, especially combined with a scarf. Adding gloves and a baggy pair of pants, he looked fairly incognito. Enough to go out on the streets without hiding in the shadow, invisible for the naked eye... and hopefully he could meet people to wring out information from.

Even if they needed a sharp incentive.

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The fact of the matter remains that Anna wouldn't spend time in Mafaton if she didn't have to, if it weren't utterly, shamefully necessary as the only source of Vitae that could be called anything like satisfying. Baedal's knowledge of its "cruorvore" population took away so many options; vampire "groupies" (wasn't that the slang what they were called?) were repetitive, easy -- nothing like the thrill of anything she could have justifiably called hunting. It could be worse, she reminds herself bitterly. The other option for a society without a full Masquerade was of course that she be hunted herself, and killed. The city had already come frighteningly close to that happening.

It is easier to hear the Huntress's opinions with the Beast full and content. Once the skeletal horse would have been an object of horror and distaste, but her mind has shifted some since then and now, when she notices it, she is intensely curious. Well an approach won't hurt -- not her, at least.

"Your mount is a wondrous creature." She doesn't notice anything of note about the man holding the bridle. Indeed, he strikes her as disappointingly dull-looking.

The undead horse swivels a rotted ear in Anna's direction, stomping a hoof against the ground. It doesn't seem threatening, though... just an acknowledge of company. Gabriel, on the other hand, heeds the warning and tenses up, pulling on his hood a bit more to cover up. He'd imagined that the damn beast was going to draw attention, but that didn't mean he'd be happy about it.

"It is a mean of transportation, nothing more." His raspy, raw voice was neutral for once, not interested in looking for trouble. The hand holding Styx's reins was thankfully covered up by a glove, and if he stayed close enough to the horse, his scent of rot and death might seem to come from the mount rather than himself.

Taking Styx to Mafaton had been a good idea, though. It drew less attention here than in more 'human' places, and he was fairly sure he'd heard something about a stable. All he needed now was to find the damn place and put the skeletal horse there... where it was both safe and away from prying eyes.

Like this woman's.

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haha I never saw this AWKWARD - still very up for things, though!

sdfdsfdsf me too, I just thought I tagged this already