Tag: ts4 story

Flora: Uh… yeah. It’s Flora.

Virtue: How much from the night that you were attacked to do you remember, Flora?

Flora: Not a whole lot… everything is still kind of fuzzy.

Virtue: Well… you did something, something extraordinary, but I’m afraid that, that very thing is going to put you in danger.

Flora: What are you even talking about?

Virtue: I’ll tell you more, but we have to get you to somewhere safe.

Flora: I thought you said this was somewhere safe?

Virtue: It is, for short periods… but it’s a place that they will look for you.

Flora: Who? You really aren’t making any sense.

Virtue: The vampires. I’ll tell you more along the way, but it’s best if we get going.

Panontime: Please tell me we aren’t taking her to who I think we are…

Flora: Who are you to tell me where I can and can’t go?

Pantomime: Look, missy, last time we met you were a bit messed up so I forgive you for your attitude that time, but if I hadn’t stepped in you would have died in that alley. 

Virtue: [giggling] Oh boy… this is going to be rough. 

Pantomime and Flora: What’s so funny?

Virtue: You two. [more laughing] She’s quite the spitfire, isn’t she? She kind of reminds me of you before you turned into a sour old man.

Pantomime: [huffing] As if I’ve ever been so insufferable… 

Virtue: [amused humming] Anyways… you got a name, hun?

Rune Lorcan

Turned by the Grand Master Vampire, Eilif Puck, Rune was too compassionate for her liking. He refused to drink from the living, even if it was offered to him, opting instead to find through other means. It was for this very reason that Eilif abandoned him to fend for himself. Even though he has now been a vampire for over forty years, Rune still longs for the days he was human and prefers the simpler things in life.

Virtue: You’re in a safe place.

Flora: How can I trust that? Who are you exactly?

Virtue: My name is Virtue. I’m a sorcerous…of sorts. This moody guy over here is Pantomime. He’s telling the truth though. I sent him to save you.

Flora: Save me? That’s rich. Look–I didn’t ask for anyone’s help. But I guess since you insisted, thank you. I’ll be leaving now.

Pantomime: You’re not going anywhere. 

Flora: Excuse me?!

Virtue: Purple? I thought they were all wiped out when Eilif burnt Brindleton Bay to the ground during The Fall…

Pantomime: That’s what I thoug–

Flora: [yelling] It’s you! 

Virtue: Oh boy. What did you do to her?

Pantomime: [through gritted teeth] Me? I saved her.

Flora: Excuse me, don’t talk about me like I’m not here. Where the hell am I? How did I get here? And just what the hell am I wearing?!

Pantomime: Just call down, will you?

Flora: Calm down? How can I be calm? I just got dragged to who the hell knows where by some weirdo creep–

Pantomime: Weirdo creep?!

Flora: What else would I call some guy who takes girls–

Virtue: Would both of you just calm down?

Virtue: Do you think… she was making her hallucinations real?

Pantomime: I don’t know, but it’s entirely possible that that’s what happened. How though, I can’t tell you. That’s something far beyond my limitations.

Virtue: So she’s not a dreamwalker?

Pantomime: Not unless that’s only part of it. There’s something else about her that you should know too..

Virtue: What is it?

Pantomime: Her skin is purple.

Prose Wellington

A long-term member of The Rebellion, Prose was once human. After being captured by the vampire council he was thrown to the wolves, literally. While he was able to escape, he wasn’t able to make it out before being turned. Now the wolf is the dark passenger that lives inside of him. To him, being a werewolf is hardly the worst of it. Whenever the full moon rises, he loses sight of himself. Being the person that harmed what he cares most about is Prose’s biggest demon. He will do anything to stop that from ever happening again, even if it costs him his own freedom.