A crashing spaceship. It really wasn't his business, speaking literally, but as he'd just completed his business of hunting vampires, and didn't have another job lined up just yet, D could spare the time to investigate. The ship was burning up too much for even his keen eyes to make out the details, so it could belong to one of the Nobility who fled to space and who now returned to Earth to seek out the comfort of familiar soil.
D turned his cyborg horse and took off in the direction of the crash. It would draw all kinds of attention, from the scattered town governments of the frontier to scavengers and bandits looking to cash in on some easily salvaged high tech. The most intact piece would be whatever had been launched or blown from the larger ship as perhaps a last ditch effort at escape, it was also, conveniently, far closer than the flaming wreck of the main ship.
He didn't slow down as he approached. Though the sun was setting it was a few hours away still, an if there was a surviving vampire, it would not be wise to give it a chance to flee and find a place to hide before sunrise.
Thace was glad for his armor and mask, because even as he worked he could see smoke starting to gather. He wouldn't have to worry about breathing toxins on top of everything else. His blade was up to the task, but not up to it quickly so Thace had to pry and cut away in stages to finally break the hinges and kick his way out.
Once he made it to somewhat of a safe distance in case something blew, Thace indulged in sitting down with his back to a decent sized outcropping of rock and even disengaged the mask. Even on the more ravaged planets, real atmosphere always had an almost heady freshness to it, and he wasn't going to pass on that while he rested and figured out what to do next.
The approaching figure wasn't much of a surprise (really, Thace half expected an armed force, but there didn't seem to be much population around) so Thace just waited where he was. The rest of his species aside, he wasn't here to be violent, so if violence came, it was not going to be because he started it. He sat with elbows braced on his knees, sword sheathed at his hip, and hood drawn up. It didn't obscure his face much, but it did provide a little relief from the setting sun.
Immediately obvious was great height, and distinctly lanky non-human proportions, and purple fur underneath futuristic armor that also had glowing blue-violet markings.
As the figure drew into what he figured was hearing distance, Thace decided to test the translator. Every language sample agents ended up coming across was synced across the whole organization, but Thace didn't know how complete (or how much language might have shifted over time) this sample was.
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Date: 2020-05-04 12:49 am (UTC)D turned his cyborg horse and took off in the direction of the crash. It would draw all kinds of attention, from the scattered town governments of the frontier to scavengers and bandits looking to cash in on some easily salvaged high tech. The most intact piece would be whatever had been launched or blown from the larger ship as perhaps a last ditch effort at escape, it was also, conveniently, far closer than the flaming wreck of the main ship.
He didn't slow down as he approached. Though the sun was setting it was a few hours away still, an if there was a surviving vampire, it would not be wise to give it a chance to flee and find a place to hide before sunrise.
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Date: 2020-05-04 02:04 am (UTC)Once he made it to somewhat of a safe distance in case something blew, Thace indulged in sitting down with his back to a decent sized outcropping of rock and even disengaged the mask. Even on the more ravaged planets, real atmosphere always had an almost heady freshness to it, and he wasn't going to pass on that while he rested and figured out what to do next.
The approaching figure wasn't much of a surprise (really, Thace half expected an armed force, but there didn't seem to be much population around) so Thace just waited where he was. The rest of his species aside, he wasn't here to be violent, so if violence came, it was not going to be because he started it. He sat with elbows braced on his knees, sword sheathed at his hip, and hood drawn up. It didn't obscure his face much, but it did provide a little relief from the setting sun.
Immediately obvious was great height, and distinctly lanky non-human proportions, and purple fur underneath futuristic armor that also had glowing blue-violet markings.
As the figure drew into what he figured was hearing distance, Thace decided to test the translator. Every language sample agents ended up coming across was synced across the whole organization, but Thace didn't know how complete (or how much language might have shifted over time) this sample was.
"Hello."