08-14-2018, 12:08 PM
[size=9pt]Moon's taken to standing guard at the Observatory's doors. Apparently, it's now common knowledge amongst joiners that the courtesy of waiting at the border to be greeted doesn't exist anymore, and so Moon has given up on border patrols, instead waiting at the heart of the territory for the newcomers to come to him. Besides, he's not in the best shape; a brawl would only end with Moon glassy-eyed.
On that particular day, he's busy at the Cleric's hide. Meaning there's no one to treat so he sits alone and reminisces on the flurry of patients and Clerics, the smell of poultice in the making and Imperia, somewhere amongst it all. But there was only so long he could stay there before he sank into a rut of emotion and bullshit, so he takes off back to the observatory, where he finds Nero.
Moon isn't so familiar with Nero. He'd heard faintly of another vampire in the the Clan, and seen him in the crowd on more than one occasion, but they'd never spoken. So he's hesitant when he spots him, pleading at the door, but not enough to not step him and help. "Hey, hey-" He says, in the voice of a mediator, "Nero, right?" He pauses a couple of feet away, hoping not to scare him off. "The doors are locked. They fucked up bad, some type of system shutdown. They're not tryna' keep you out, swear." But curiosity gets the better of him. He frowns. "What did you do?"
On that particular day, he's busy at the Cleric's hide. Meaning there's no one to treat so he sits alone and reminisces on the flurry of patients and Clerics, the smell of poultice in the making and Imperia, somewhere amongst it all. But there was only so long he could stay there before he sank into a rut of emotion and bullshit, so he takes off back to the observatory, where he finds Nero.
Moon isn't so familiar with Nero. He'd heard faintly of another vampire in the the Clan, and seen him in the crowd on more than one occasion, but they'd never spoken. So he's hesitant when he spots him, pleading at the door, but not enough to not step him and help. "Hey, hey-" He says, in the voice of a mediator, "Nero, right?" He pauses a couple of feet away, hoping not to scare him off. "The doors are locked. They fucked up bad, some type of system shutdown. They're not tryna' keep you out, swear." But curiosity gets the better of him. He frowns. "What did you do?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]