What Is That Smell? (OPEN)

[mina]

So she had found her dearest Vlad. This was a happy coincidence, though she wans't sure that it was that at all. She had been drawn to Vlad before and the connection that they shared as still...strong. Perhaps she knew what she was doing when she came to this little town. But all of that would remain to be seen.

At the moment, she was simply famished. It had been about a month since she drank something and, since there were no pesky family members or fiances hovering around her, she thought this would be the perfect time to sink her teeth into something a bit more substantial than a bit of vermin.

The cool night air carried the smell of people on the breeze, making Mina's mind cloud slightly with the true thirst. She had put this off for far too long. She felt like she could hear the heart beat of everyone who passed, like the world was slowing to join in that rhythm.

It was intoxicating.

[edward]

This was becoming downright tiresome. Prince Edward had spent the past several hours going door to door, crying through the peepholes to Giselle that he was here to save her. At first he had actually kicked in a couple of the doors in his wildly overzealous exuberance. This had led to some painfully embarrassing situations, one of which had him fleeing down the street while getting smacked in the head by a heavy corn broom.

Either way, twas to no avail. He seemed no closer to finding Giselle than he had been before. And now, night had fallen. So much for his vow that he would find her before the sun went down.

Nothing had ever been this difficult for him before. It was one of the surest signs that he had somehow slipped into the underworld. The thought of what sort of creatures roamed the underworld had him drawing his sword.

Now Edward had faced giant trolls before. He was no stranger to danger, and was about as brave as they came. Still, it never hurt to be cautious. Turning a corner, he saw a female standing by and decided to approach her.

“Peasant,” he said as he sheathed his sword once again. “You shouldn’t be out in the dark of this dreadful abyss,” he said gesturing around. “There is no telling what sort of creatures lurk in the shadows of night.”

[mina]

...peasant?

Oh, this man simply had to die.

Wilhelmina look the man up and down. Was he serious? She had seen some chivalrous displays in the past (her joke of fiancée was all about that) but she had never seen someone so committed to the game. He was walking around with a sword...where she was from, that got you arrested or committed. She would have to adjust to this Tintagel, it would seem.

"I um...am greatly appreciative of your concern." What the hell, right? He had a heart beat and she was fairly sure that she could smell the blood right under his tight skin. And, as long as she could get him to stop talking, this might go easily. "Would you mind escorting me to my location? To protect a damsel, of course."