It's night time, stars are beautifully glistering in the sky, among them the 3 moon. The first moon is a half moon, the other two being crescents.
"Yo, so what's the time now?" Creo asked him
"You don't have a watch?"
"No..."
"It's 22:40. You come only with a name badge into this world along with ugly pair of clothes?"
"The universe is wild man."
"No, your story is."
"Whatever. So tell me, we're out of the city, are we still not allowed to use magic?" Creo asked him.
"Exactly why I don't do missions in the kingdom. Ice manipulation and conjuration is all that I really have." They both walked down a road with hip height grass length next to them.
There's a tree in the middle of nowhere as well.
"I'm assuming that's where we're not going?" Creo asked him, actually unsure but the group has showed that they're quite interesting in different matters.
"Nope. We're not going there. If another party were to come along, even rogues or bandits, they'll either kill us, rob us or rape us."
"Where I come from, they'll do all the above." Creo said and realized what he said.
(Do I subconsciously know more about myself than I let on?) He asked himself.
"That's rough. Oh, we can go behind that rock." Jamie pointed at a rock that's quite a distance away.
They both set camp, both having a sleeping bag.
"It's cold out here." Creo said.
"Yeah... Here..." Jamie conjured an ice blanket.
"You really think ice will... Whoa, how's that possible?" Creo asked him, feeling a bit of warmth.
"Remember, cold is the absence of heat. So all I do is create more particles and less ice." Jamie explained simply.
Jamie looked up into the sky.
"Ah crap. It's going to be a long night."
"Why Jamie?"
"It's half moon tonight, so that means full moon tomorrow, so that means eclipse the day after tomorrow then blood moon thereafter. I just hope the Akuma's aren't doing anything crazy this year." Jamie said and sighed at the thought.
"You're one of the first people to have joined the group. How's that?" Creo asked him.
"Well, I'm not sure if you know, but I'm a vampire. Well still a fledgling sadly. Been one for the past 250 years."
"That's a long time. The group's been here for how long?"
"Only more or less 47 years."
"So what'd you been doing before joining?"
"Mostly survive. In all honesty, I did less than a beggar would. Hunger is what consumed my mind after awhile, so I decided to go on a hunt, a feast rather. I didn't like the first time, but I did enjoy after that because I accepted why it's happening." He told Creo.
"In all honesty, you're not as pale as I imagined a vampire would be. Does the sun not affect you?"
"No, not at all. I'm not sure why you would assume that. The only accurate thing I've ever heard from someone was about silver, but that's also effective against werewolves. Other than that vampires are basically just immortal carnivorous humans with extreme magical abilities." Jamie said.
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RandomCreo found himself in a reality, unknown to who or what he is. Everyone wields their magic with ease, whilst he has no idea how to control it or if he even has any. Along come tattoos one by one at the oddest of times. What do they mean and where's...
