01-04-2017, 10:40 AM
Harlan listened to the girl's explanation. Malon, huh? From the ranch? Definitely not from anywhere he was familiar with, unless there was some tiny town in Kentucky called Hyrule. He might have laid low there, or run a short term con involving a fiddle and a lawyer.
"So, Miss Malon, was it? Sounds like yer far from 'ome, is that roight?" Harlan gave her a disarming grin taking care to hide his fangs. He was burning that horrible fountain blood on the blush of life for a reason. Naive young farmgirl like this might spook and run, that'd happened before to his detriment.
"Travel together? Well, Oi gotta say oi make a roight entertaining companion, under the circumstances but there ain't nothing out there for at least twenny minutes. Oi checked." Was the accent a bit much? He long since lost his natural one, came from being a con man, but "rowdy irish street tough" had a very disarming quality to it. It had felt like the right persona for this shy young girl, someone accustomed to taking charge and strong enough to rely on, but not off putting in a pompous way. "If you say so, though."
Then all of a sudden, there were horses. Two of them, in fact. Two men wearing gleaming plate armor were astride the beasts, and Harlan noticed Malon looked relieved at seeing a familiar site such as medieval soldiers. One of them spoke up in a strong, commanding tone, and Harlan immediately rolled his eyes.
"New primes! Your new future awaits you in the waondrous land of Camelot! The Minas Tirith City Guard is always in need of new allies, and many opportunities will be available for advancement and adventure."
Dear lord. Malon seemed shy, and some small part of Harlan didn't want to ruin the image he'd crafted so far in front of her....but he hadn't gotten where he had been for so long by letting an opportunity slip through his fingers. Reaching a hand behind his back, he felt for the comforting weight of his hand cannon, stuffed into the hidey holster under his suit coat. Sidling over towards the two men and adopting an expression of geniality, he affected the peasant accent even more heavily.
"Well, a roight fine day for you gents to be saving us from dis pure whoite hell. Me and the lass are right appreciative ye came along when ye did." The vampire walked up to the guard on the left's horse and patted it's nose, giving it an unforseen intense look. Horses were easy. He'd lost count how many times he'd used Animalism to fix a race. Docile beasts, more than willing to accept a forceful mental suggestion.
The two soldiers seemed a bit taken aback by the rakish gentleman's response, lowering their guard just enough. Which is what Harlan was waiting for. "Well....if you will follow us we will escort you both back to- AAGGH!" Harlan had snapped his fingers, causing his horse to rear up and throw its rider, crashing into the second guard and denting his breastplate as he was thrown off his own mount.
TThe Ravnos shot Malon an apologetic look as she stared at him with utter shock and walked over to the first of the downed guards, the man struggling to get to his feet in the heavy armor. Harlan gave the man a cheeky grin as he leveled the shiny black magnum at his face, tilting his face plate up. "Sorry, boyo. You'll get me mercy for today."
BLAM
"Now for your friend..."
The Ravnos made a complex gesture, and smoky black chains sprung from the ground, attaching themselves to the second guard's limbs, pulling him up roughly to a standing position. The Kingdom soldier struggled in futility as Harlan removed the man's helmet, and as a final gesture, bared his fangs. The blush of life drained from the Kindred's face, his skin turning sallow and greyish. "Finally, some living fucking Vitae. Cheers, friend."
The soldier screamed one word before his throat was pierced, and words were drowned out by gurgling and thrashing as Harlan drained his blood. "Vampire!"
Harlan looked around after he finished, and beckoned towards the horse that he'd whispered to. If Malon was still around, she had more nerve than he'd thought. Mounting the equine and sitting comfortably in the saddle, he kicked the beast's sides and took off at a gallop. Now he could get much farther than before, and hopefully find a way out of this blasted nothing.
"So, Miss Malon, was it? Sounds like yer far from 'ome, is that roight?" Harlan gave her a disarming grin taking care to hide his fangs. He was burning that horrible fountain blood on the blush of life for a reason. Naive young farmgirl like this might spook and run, that'd happened before to his detriment.
"Travel together? Well, Oi gotta say oi make a roight entertaining companion, under the circumstances but there ain't nothing out there for at least twenny minutes. Oi checked." Was the accent a bit much? He long since lost his natural one, came from being a con man, but "rowdy irish street tough" had a very disarming quality to it. It had felt like the right persona for this shy young girl, someone accustomed to taking charge and strong enough to rely on, but not off putting in a pompous way. "If you say so, though."
Then all of a sudden, there were horses. Two of them, in fact. Two men wearing gleaming plate armor were astride the beasts, and Harlan noticed Malon looked relieved at seeing a familiar site such as medieval soldiers. One of them spoke up in a strong, commanding tone, and Harlan immediately rolled his eyes.
"New primes! Your new future awaits you in the waondrous land of Camelot! The Minas Tirith City Guard is always in need of new allies, and many opportunities will be available for advancement and adventure."
Dear lord. Malon seemed shy, and some small part of Harlan didn't want to ruin the image he'd crafted so far in front of her....but he hadn't gotten where he had been for so long by letting an opportunity slip through his fingers. Reaching a hand behind his back, he felt for the comforting weight of his hand cannon, stuffed into the hidey holster under his suit coat. Sidling over towards the two men and adopting an expression of geniality, he affected the peasant accent even more heavily.
"Well, a roight fine day for you gents to be saving us from dis pure whoite hell. Me and the lass are right appreciative ye came along when ye did." The vampire walked up to the guard on the left's horse and patted it's nose, giving it an unforseen intense look. Horses were easy. He'd lost count how many times he'd used Animalism to fix a race. Docile beasts, more than willing to accept a forceful mental suggestion.
The two soldiers seemed a bit taken aback by the rakish gentleman's response, lowering their guard just enough. Which is what Harlan was waiting for. "Well....if you will follow us we will escort you both back to- AAGGH!" Harlan had snapped his fingers, causing his horse to rear up and throw its rider, crashing into the second guard and denting his breastplate as he was thrown off his own mount.
TThe Ravnos shot Malon an apologetic look as she stared at him with utter shock and walked over to the first of the downed guards, the man struggling to get to his feet in the heavy armor. Harlan gave the man a cheeky grin as he leveled the shiny black magnum at his face, tilting his face plate up. "Sorry, boyo. You'll get me mercy for today."
BLAM
"Now for your friend..."
The Ravnos made a complex gesture, and smoky black chains sprung from the ground, attaching themselves to the second guard's limbs, pulling him up roughly to a standing position. The Kingdom soldier struggled in futility as Harlan removed the man's helmet, and as a final gesture, bared his fangs. The blush of life drained from the Kindred's face, his skin turning sallow and greyish. "Finally, some living fucking Vitae. Cheers, friend."
The soldier screamed one word before his throat was pierced, and words were drowned out by gurgling and thrashing as Harlan drained his blood. "Vampire!"
Harlan looked around after he finished, and beckoned towards the horse that he'd whispered to. If Malon was still around, she had more nerve than he'd thought. Mounting the equine and sitting comfortably in the saddle, he kicked the beast's sides and took off at a gallop. Now he could get much farther than before, and hopefully find a way out of this blasted nothing.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”