011 - ... {for cityofdesai}

[macabreprincess]

Hmm... Practise makes perfect... Just like when Daddy had such fun games with Princess... Can still smell the blood in the air.. A perfume to Princess...

And the ball. Such a fun time was had by all. The King is here, and he is a Lord... Princess likes him much, oh yes... Miss Edith agrees as well. Time for tea.

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[fyi - square bracketed text is game narrative]

[evocations]

[There's a grown woman referring to herself in the third person. She's saying some pretty incomprehensible and dangerous things. You think she might be crazy.

....

Approach?]

Action?

[macabreprincess]

[Drusilla is at the moment, quite ignorant and sits on top of one of the grave-stones in Amnain Cemetery in Rituana. She cradles a little boy, who appears to be unconscious. For the time being.... She hums an old nursery rhyme to him...]

{{OOC: Feel free to... jump in? Attack her? Talk to her? Whatever you feel like.}}

s-sure?

[evocations]

[ >Approach ]

(Generally, Minato's not one to unnecessarily barge into other people's business unless dragged into it - but this girl doesn't look quite sane and he's pretty sure the kid she's holding is unconscious. After hesitating for a moment by the cemetary gates, he quietly steps inside, moving silently through the rows of headstones until coming to a stop about a foot in front of her. He looks every bit the tourist, from his loudly-printed hawaiian shirt to his neon sandals. In his right hand he's holding an impossibly large 7-11 slurpee.

Quietly, he crouches down on his haunches until he's just below eye-level with her, elbows braced against his knees, and stares up at her with earnest - if rather blank - blue eyes.)

.... Is he okay?

Action!

[macabreprincess]

[Hearing the rustle as he approched, Drusilla soon figured out something where coming. But not what. She needed to... see first.]

Hmmm? A baby boy in Princess arms... Yes, he is... for now.

[She licked her lips. The boy in her arms smelled so wonderfully. It was pure luck she had found him crying on the streets, and with some cooing had him walking with her. When he had started to cry though, Drusilla had drained him off just enough blood to make him sleepy. Now, though... She had hidden her vampface... looking just as innocent.. that she really wasn't. The new boy smelled lovely to, she thought. Tea for two?]

There are so many pretty ones out....