Garrett (
staytofight) wrote in
driftfleet2016-12-02 12:29 pm
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Who: Garrett
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Around now! A+ description.
[Garrett is not about to completely come out of the bag with the vampire thing. For one, he's spent a very hefty portion of his life hiding it — and for another, he doesn't want to be burned at a stake, barbaric and outdated and annoyingly Salem as that is (he was around for that kind of mindset long after the trials ended, and really, entertaining the idea of burning lovely women simply because they're exotic minds?)]
You know, the swimming test for witches was the the stupidest thing I've ever heard growing up. Frenzied morons would basically throw a suspected witch in a lake and if she floated, she was a witch. And if she sank like a stone, she wasn't. But what is the person if they doggy paddle in a mad panic? A witch who didn't learn to swim?
[There's a heavy humor in his voice, the kind one picks up with regards to death, to dark humor, and if there were such a thing as a verbal eyeroll, it'd be here.]
But this place! Fascinating to see so many of you open about your supernatural talents. Your unholy inhumaness, should you self-subscribe to such a dark description. As someone from such a boring, uneventful world, I'm just excited at the idea of a ghost on a roadside; no, we're pretty boring in hindsight, compared to you lot. I bet you all have some interesting tales to tell. And maybe some tails under those ugly ship-standard uniforms. Is it strange, being so open, or is that also a normality in your world?
I'm stranded aboard a ship floating through infinite space; humor me while I slowly die of boredom.
[ALSO I'M GONNA START GETTING HUNGRY????
But that is for another day to worry. His throat is only similar to human strep, at the moment.
Gross.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Around now! A+ description.
[Garrett is not about to completely come out of the bag with the vampire thing. For one, he's spent a very hefty portion of his life hiding it — and for another, he doesn't want to be burned at a stake, barbaric and outdated and annoyingly Salem as that is (he was around for that kind of mindset long after the trials ended, and really, entertaining the idea of burning lovely women simply because they're exotic minds?)]
You know, the swimming test for witches was the the stupidest thing I've ever heard growing up. Frenzied morons would basically throw a suspected witch in a lake and if she floated, she was a witch. And if she sank like a stone, she wasn't. But what is the person if they doggy paddle in a mad panic? A witch who didn't learn to swim?
[There's a heavy humor in his voice, the kind one picks up with regards to death, to dark humor, and if there were such a thing as a verbal eyeroll, it'd be here.]
But this place! Fascinating to see so many of you open about your supernatural talents. Your unholy inhumaness, should you self-subscribe to such a dark description. As someone from such a boring, uneventful world, I'm just excited at the idea of a ghost on a roadside; no, we're pretty boring in hindsight, compared to you lot. I bet you all have some interesting tales to tell. And maybe some tails under those ugly ship-standard uniforms. Is it strange, being so open, or is that also a normality in your world?
I'm stranded aboard a ship floating through infinite space; humor me while I slowly die of boredom.
[ALSO I'M GONNA START GETTING HUNGRY????
But that is for another day to worry. His throat is only similar to human strep, at the moment.
Gross.]

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You have the loveliest voice. My apologies for not focusing on the more dire part of this conversation, but I'm stricken. La Louisiane, the child of Mississippi?
[I REMEMBER WHEN YOU BECAME A STATE, LOUISIANA. VERY PROUD.
... He's traveled there quite often, you see. Mardi Gras is a highlight, can't miss it.]
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[Or, the way she says it, Nawlins, all together.]
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I'm from Boston, Massachusetts.
Nothing quite so enjoyable as New Orleans, though I love her dearly.
[Truly, he's not sure the town he's actually from anymore, though he's pretty sure it was close enough. It's harder to remember the little details of one's life when vampirism makes it all a confounding blur. He had a half-sister, sweet, smart girl. Otherwise so very homeless, a wandering type of vagrant with dead parents and a pleasure for moving place to place born from what began as misery.]
I visit your home often, though. It's hard to stay away long.
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It's quite a jump though, isn't it? From the bayou to this big starry beyond.
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What benefit do these kidnappers have in stealing away all these people?
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Though I'm not so sure I can reach the same agreements. I've got a very important engagement back home that would be awful to miss out on.
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