03 - Yummy-Yummy Mayfield
[Action A | 1649 Albright Lane, morning]
[After a lovely breakfast of crunchy toast with strawberry jam, Nyanpire has gone out to get the mail. He's being helpful! It's good to be helpful! He hums to himself, mouth full of letters, and slips back inside to spit them out on the living room coffee table.]
...nyaa?
[But wait! There's a letter in there that's for him. It has big, bold, red letters on it, with his name! He plucks it from the pile, and takes a few moments to blink at it curiously.]
For meow?
[Better see what it is! He slits it open with one sharp little claw, and taps out a small card. A card with three pictures on it, side by side. Fangs. Wings. A cross.
An instant later, the lights in the room dim and an ominous organ chord sounds from nowhere. It lasts but a second, before all returns to normal. And there stands Nyanpire, fangs in his mouth, wings on his back, and cross on his belly.]
Nyaa! I'm Nyanpire again! I am! I am! YAY!!!
[Action B | Around Town, all day]
[The Nyanpire hungers for blood. Anyone's blood. Everyone's blood. Possibly your blood? Today he is stalking all over town, looking to sate that unholy hunger.
Do you have a cut on your finger? A skinned knee? Do you just look particularly delicious and susceptible to kittenish cuteness? Then have yourself a wide-eyed kitten following you around, looking really, really hungry. And occasionally making the following entitled declaration:]
I want blood, nyaa! Gimme blood!
[After a lovely breakfast of crunchy toast with strawberry jam, Nyanpire has gone out to get the mail. He's being helpful! It's good to be helpful! He hums to himself, mouth full of letters, and slips back inside to spit them out on the living room coffee table.]
...nyaa?
[But wait! There's a letter in there that's for him. It has big, bold, red letters on it, with his name! He plucks it from the pile, and takes a few moments to blink at it curiously.]
For meow?
[Better see what it is! He slits it open with one sharp little claw, and taps out a small card. A card with three pictures on it, side by side. Fangs. Wings. A cross.
An instant later, the lights in the room dim and an ominous organ chord sounds from nowhere. It lasts but a second, before all returns to normal. And there stands Nyanpire, fangs in his mouth, wings on his back, and cross on his belly.]
Nyaa! I'm Nyanpire again! I am! I am! YAY!!!
[Action B | Around Town, all day]
[The Nyanpire hungers for blood. Anyone's blood. Everyone's blood. Possibly your blood? Today he is stalking all over town, looking to sate that unholy hunger.
Do you have a cut on your finger? A skinned knee? Do you just look particularly delicious and susceptible to kittenish cuteness? Then have yourself a wide-eyed kitten following you around, looking really, really hungry. And occasionally making the following entitled declaration:]
I want blood, nyaa! Gimme blood!