3; [VISUAL // LOCATION: RANDOM OSTEN STREET] let's start a riot
When Godric had arrived in Taxon, Eric was overjoyed. His maker was here and alive... But not well. He had been watching Godric carefully, and the older vampire still wasn't feeding. Not on the Extras, not on the hatched synthetics, and not on the real blood Eric had just figured out how to make. Eric had sworn too himself he would fix Godric, but he couldn't do that if he wouldn't even eat.
But Eric was nothing if not adaptive, and so he had a Plan.
Which was why he was standing on a random street in Osten, far enough away from the Nest and Fangtasia to avoid any unwanted interruption from any foolish enough to get in his way.
"Oh, Faith?" He shrugged off the leather jacket he'd taken to wearing lately, ready for the Slayer in a black wifebeater and jeans.
{ooc: Locked to Faith first, then Godric so. Yes.}
But Eric was nothing if not adaptive, and so he had a Plan.
Which was why he was standing on a random street in Osten, far enough away from the Nest and Fangtasia to avoid any unwanted interruption from any foolish enough to get in his way.
"Oh, Faith?" He shrugged off the leather jacket he'd taken to wearing lately, ready for the Slayer in a black wifebeater and jeans.
{ooc: Locked to Faith first, then Godric so. Yes.}