06-23-2017, 04:32 PM
Hendy turned around with a surprised smile. "Ah, God Enel. I was hoping you had a good enough rest? I figured I was slowing you down, and you'd appreciate a break from my company." The man looked much better than before, the haggard lines of exhaustion having disappeared from his face. The vampire gestured around them. "Yeah, been walking. But uh, I fIgure maybe I stumbled into one of those time displacement thingies, cuz I don't seem to have gone much of anywhere." He chuckled. "Heh, maybe your divine aura has shielded me so far from anything like that."
Enel tapped himself on the forehead. "Exactly. You shouldn't have left without asking my permission, Vic. But I'll forgive it, since you left me a tribute."
They continued walking, drawing closer to the edges of the city. There were even a few scattered outlet stores and gas stations, and an idea struck the vampire as they passed by a "SunoKarl" gas station, abandoned but still in pristine condition. "Ooh. Mind if I catch up in a few minutes? There's probably something here I've been dying for since we got onto this island."
Enel shrugged and kept walking. "Don't be long." He called back over his shoulder, as Vic jimmied the door to the convenience store open. There was a particular line of logic that had been blossoming in the vampire's mind since spotting the city again. Karl Jak was, in all likelihood, a man of refined tastes and a connoisseur of the very best of mortal vices. Which stood to reason that, even if these stores and shops carried the sort of middle brand pablum that the rank and file of society considered a treat, there had to be a secret stash for when the boss came round. A man who owned an entire verse was definitely not one to be given Dutch Masters and Soda Pop as opposed to Romeo y Julieta and Courvosier.
Vic exited the convenience store moments later clutching a silvery cigar case monogrammed with message "FOR KJ. DO NOT SELL."
"Jackpot."
Enel tapped himself on the forehead. "Exactly. You shouldn't have left without asking my permission, Vic. But I'll forgive it, since you left me a tribute."
They continued walking, drawing closer to the edges of the city. There were even a few scattered outlet stores and gas stations, and an idea struck the vampire as they passed by a "SunoKarl" gas station, abandoned but still in pristine condition. "Ooh. Mind if I catch up in a few minutes? There's probably something here I've been dying for since we got onto this island."
Enel shrugged and kept walking. "Don't be long." He called back over his shoulder, as Vic jimmied the door to the convenience store open. There was a particular line of logic that had been blossoming in the vampire's mind since spotting the city again. Karl Jak was, in all likelihood, a man of refined tastes and a connoisseur of the very best of mortal vices. Which stood to reason that, even if these stores and shops carried the sort of middle brand pablum that the rank and file of society considered a treat, there had to be a secret stash for when the boss came round. A man who owned an entire verse was definitely not one to be given Dutch Masters and Soda Pop as opposed to Romeo y Julieta and Courvosier.
Vic exited the convenience store moments later clutching a silvery cigar case monogrammed with message "FOR KJ. DO NOT SELL."
"Jackpot."
Quote:Hendy and Enel moving from B14 to C5.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”