Vampire's Arrival

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"The fresh, dripping blood. Fangs sinking into its skin..."

"What a splendid taste. The extract of life overflows and fills my body..."

"I can feel its power. Ah, the waves of ecstasy... How Magical are these insignificant creatures known as sardines!"

Having finished a breakfast of sardines, Valvatorez's eyes survayed the landscape before him. This did not appear to be Hades. Walls built of rock crumbled around him and beyond that the greens of a forest or perhaps a jungle were visible. A blue sky with a few clouds above, surely this is not Hades or the Netherworld Hades was in, but perhaps it was an alternate Netherworld? Valvatorez picked up a rock from one of the crumbled walls and looked at it closely. While this could be the human world, ruins like these were hardly common and most were usurped by some group of humans or another as historical landmarks. It did not appear to be artificial.

"Hmm, this is an unusual circumstance I've found myself in. Where is this place... no matter. I will just have to find someone to tell me where this is. Hades awaits my return!" Valvatorez said, with a flourish of his dark cape. Valvatorez jumped up to the top of a wall, and stops for a moment. He started patting down his body in various places before his hand went to his chin in a thinking pose. "What is this?" He questioned. Valvatorez flexed his muscles a few times, did a couple of squats, and straightened. He quickly reached into his cape to pull out a couple more sardines to start eating, raw sardines. "Something has sapped my strength! I will have to find the culprit and show him that power is easily restored.. through the nutrients of these sardines!"
 

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Shale had seen a lot of weird shit in her time. Watching someone dressed in the most stereotypical vampire fashion, with teeth that... might be pointed, a clear sardine fetish, and more than a little confusion was still enough to jog her, as she headed towards the ruins. It was on the way to where she'd seen her jacket land, after all. the maybe-vampire had a lot going for her theory, but the Huntress was still a little dubious... Pointed ears, red eyes, and pale skin might mean a vampire, certainly, but it could just as easily be a faunus who doesn't go outside much and has... flamboyant taste.

And like hell she was going to make that mistake. Blake wouldn't let her hear the end of it.

The huntress's boots crunched against the overgrown wilderness as she strode forward, hands in her pockets and a grin on her face. her hammer was fully unfurled on her back, it's compact setting still damaged, as she approached the stranger. "Hiya! Name's Shale. Shale Evans. Pleased to meet'cha!" The hunter offers with a grin, placing a hand on her hips as she stands in front of the vampire. "Did you see a black leather jacket around here? Fell somewhere around here. Covers most of the chest. Super stylish. Back falls like a cape? Any of this... any of this ringing a bell?" the huntress asked. her posture was relaxed, as she looked over the potential vampire. "....Wait. Are those sardines? I have not seen food since the dinosaur! lemme snag one or two o' those!"
 

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Valvatorez looked at the source of the voice. Of course he saw her coming. He couldn't possibly have been distracted at the unfathomable depths of the nutrition values of Sardines. He looked at the hunter up and down, and a hand went to his chin in a thinking pose. "A human, or a demon?" Valvatorez muttered to himself. With the weapon on her back and hair hiding her ears, it was difficult to tell whether or not she was human. There was the strong scent of some kind of reptile, but also a faint smell of human blood. She didn't have any obvious injuries and with how faint it was, either she cleaned up the wound or it wasn't her blood. Mingled among the faint human scent were other things... regardless she surely had dealings with something dark. More likely than not she was a demon.

"Hmph." Valvatorez dismissed his own concerns. Such a scent was a normal occurrence among demons and the only reason he focused upon it now was the stark contrast between Shale and the natural surroundings. "I am Valvatorez, and you choose well to seek my sardines for nothing could sustain you better! I will certainly give you one, so that you too can experience the hidden strength within them. But as for your other request, you ask much of a demon you just met for a favor." Valvatorez nodded and closed his eyes For a few moments. He listened for anything that might sound like what Shale asked about. Handing out a sardine he said, "I have not seen any jackets floating or laying about here. I will help you find it! However, in exchange I would like you to tell me about this place. Is this the Human world or have I found myself in an alternate Netherworld?"
 

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Shale's opinion of the little vampire cosplayer was... well...
He would've fit in back in gensokyo, to put it mildly.

Well, given his vampiric complexion, she wasn't entirely sure Remilia wouldn't run him out of town, but the thought still hit her head. The Vampire was... short. shorter than Shale's towering 6'0 by a pretty significant amount, now that they'd gotten closer. The man's clothes looked the part, he had the trademark red eyes, and it seemed he even had the appropriate Elfin ears. A little small, but she'd never known a vampire that wasn't small. And the same little vampire she read bedtime stories to every night had left more than a few bruises on her body when she'd gotten 'enthusiastic'.

Which was the only reason Shale could convince herself beyond reasons that this might actually be a real vampire, because God knows any illusion of charisma vanished the first moment Valvatorez opened his mouth.

"I... hidden... so are these... magic fish, or... I'm just going to eat the fish now." Shale stuttered, slacking slightly in her stance as she cocked her head at the strange little man she stood next to.One world over and I still find the weirdest co-workers, I swear!

As Valvatorez mentioned his daemonhood, Shale paid attention and gave a smirk. "You're a demon? You really are a vampire, then? That's interesting..." The huntress would note, immediately observing the elfin creature again. the concept wasn't unfamiliar to her, but she still needed to stay on guard. from what she'd seen and what vampires had told her, many of them could easily become a serious threat with the right motivation.

Still, she was a little old and a little worn to be seriously concerned about one, Even if she didn't look the part at the moment.

"Anyways, as for our exchange... I can't tell you much, if I'm honest." The Huntress would admit. "I've existed on whatever-dimension-this-is for about a few days now. I'm here tracking a dangerous individual from my home. Where I came from, we called home remnant, so if that doesn't ring a bell, we've probably got a couple degrees of separation. You... could be from my netherworld, for all I know, since I've never actually gotten to see that place." Shale would add with a shrug. "...Looks like we're both lost, huh? At any rate... Saw plenty of the topography when I was falling a few thousand feet. Nothing but jungle and swamp and mountains as far as the eye can see. Any of that ring a bell?"
 

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"Hmm I see..", Valvatorez replied to the lack of sustainial information. From Shale's responses he gathered that she was in fact human, and neither of them knew this land. She wasn't from the human world he was familiar with either but some alternate one.

After she finished in asked her question Valvatorez replied, "How mysterious. No, I'm afraid that description doesnt match anything I am aware of in the Netherworld. There was once an area that may have matched it but after humans dumped their pollution there. It is merely a poisonous wasteland now. Such foolishness.. Anyway! I suppose this could still be the Human World called Earth somewhere in South America. The last frontier of lush land on the planet." The vampire hopped off the piece of ruined wall he was standing on. "I suppose we should begin the hunt for your jacket. Where did you last see it? How long has it been?" Licking a finger and holding it up, he continued with a gesture. "The wind is going in that direction so we should start there."
 

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Moving in the gesture that Valvatorez had indicated, he looked around with discerning eyes. Trees, shrubs, grass, there was a lot of greenery but nothing resembling the jacket Shale was looking for. He started to sniff the air a bit. Since they were heading in the direction of where the wind flowed, even if it were this direction it would be difficult to discern something. Still, there was a hint of something on the air. Valvatorez said "I can sense something in the air resembling the stench of blood all over you, but it may be a fair distance away already."

Continuing to look forward, Valvatorez inquired, "So, judging by your reaction to me you are a human? I've not dealt directly with humans from a world called Remnant to my knowledge but Hades services many Netherworlds so I may have dealt with your world's Netherworld in the past. I do not remember any batches of criminal souls being sent to us for processing from your world but they may have ordered a batch of Prinnies. It is hard to say for sure without much to go by." Valvatorez started mumbling to himself, harder to hear. "Many worlds have different ways of dealing with sinful souls but clearly Hades is the most efficient answer to rehabilitation. I should reconsider this after getting back and finish dealing with God..."

Before Shale could respond to Valvatorez's shop talk, his head turned sharply after the wind changed. "That way, I believe we may find what you seek that way. Since it moved this far away from you though, I expect we will find something that had taken it with them."
 

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Shale listened intently to Valvatorez’s description with a curious expression. “So humans have… polluted that far, huh? I don’t recall having that many problems with it back home… I guess Dust doesn’t have the same problems. Maybe.”

And with a shrug, she continued walking forward, hands in her pocket as she kept a relaxed pace. “If they’ve expanded that far, I really wonder how other humans have dealt with the grimm problem. Seems pretty clear they’re not afraid of coming out of the walls anymore… other planets are a lot more different than I expected.” Shale finally admitted, looking through what was starting to look less like ordinary forest and once more like untamed jungle, the forest floor practically carpeted with ferns and other greenery… along with a fair bit of water.

Great. Marshland… that jacket cost more than her hammer in current market value, for god’s sakes! The thought of it sitting in some mud-caked puddle somewhere brought a heavy groan from Shale as she rubbed at her eyes in irritation. “Because of course it landed near the grossest place possible…”

As Valvatorez finished his shop-talk, Shale opened her mouth to reply - after all, she’d actually met Yamaxanadu Shikieiki, her netherworld's judge, so if there was some sort of cross-organization, it’d be easy to notice…

But the moment she heard about where her jacket might be, ignoring anything else from her companion, she zoomed off. “That’s what I needed to hear!” She added with a grin, spinning her hammer from her back to her grip with the enthusiastic energy of a five year old blowing out her birthday candles. The last statement briefly struck Shale’s mind and gave her a slight frown… before it turned into a broader grin.

She had a whole lot of repressed anger and pain to deal with at this point. Beating up some punk would be a perfect way to let off some steam!

The huntress was moving so fast, however, that she’d been keeping her eyes stuck firmly on the ground in front of her. Not looking above - not checking below. Which meant that the flicker of exploding flame caught the huntress firmly unprepared.

Shale put up her arms in a cross fashion on reflex, and the scorching explosion tossed the huntress backwards like a rag-doll, sent bouncing and rolling across the mud and grit of the swampy soil.

“Alright, asshole… this is my only shirt. Mind explaining yourself?” The huntress growled.

“Tough talk from some bitch collapsed on the mud.” A mocking, lyrical voice shot back.

Shale looked up to see what looked like some unearthly mix between a bulldog and dragon, a snapping, rough beast made up of sinew and thick, knobbly skin. It’s hot panting lit sparks along the marsh-weeds, and she took it as a sign that the burly beast was responsible for the Warm welcome.

What caught Shale’s eyes far more than the squat dragon that she was lying just below eye level with was the woman riding it, however. Blonde hair and angular features were pointed off with elven ears and flowing purple robes that didn’t seem to really fit in this mud-covered jungle. The Nerd in Shale would have been ecstatic seeing what might have been a real, honest-to-god elf and the marvel that her favorite book series might not be fiction here...

But there was a certain, beautiful black leather jacket sitting on top of those robes, fitting a little loosely and rigid in all the places where armor-plating had been subtly weaved into the fabric. A beautiful marvel of engineering and the last work of art ever made by the Black Ties’ late tailor.

His parting gift. To her.

“Uh-huh. So what’s the idea with the rude entrance, princess…” The veteran added, putting a hand to the ground. An unsuccessful push just caused Shale’s arms to shake before she collapsed back onto the ground.

“Oh, just a little thing called a robbery.” The girl responded smoothly. Her Elven features turned smooth at the statement. “That is a very nice hammer you have, by the way. I hope you don’t mind if we take it. And… I’ll just have to check your pockets to see if there’s anything else…”

The huntress glared hard at the woman. “So you’re some common thug with a big pet, huh? Nice, but that’s my jacket.

“I Don’t see your name on it.” The impish thief responded evenly, gingerly jumping off the beast with an unceremonious motion, before pulling out a dagger.
Wait a minute…

“That’s my - did you just come out here to steal my stuff?”

“Oh, darling, I wouldn’t talk quite so loudly if I was you. I mean, your life is literally in my hands right now. If I were you, I’d sit quietly on the mud, and hope that I just end your life instead of leaving you for the other beasts here. After all, Charleston gets quite hungry. Don’t you, Charleston?”

The Elven woman looked back, clearly expectant of some reaction from her companion, only to find the beast digging directly in the mud, kicking up a miniature mudslide behind it as it shoved it's face intently into the mud below.

“Hey, hey, Charleston! Charlie! No! We’re not digging for mushrooms right now! Charleston-ugh!” The woman groaned.

The snickering from shale got the Elven thief’s attention, and the woman walked forward. “I wouldn’t be so fucking happy with yourself. You’re lucky I don’t sell you to-”

“You’re not going to do a thing.” The huntress shot back.

“E-excuse me?!”

“You don’t hold that thing right. You’re slow with it. Careful just when walking. You’re not used to a knife. You’re wearing clean purple robes in a jungle. You’ve been constantly threatening me, but you haven’t done a damn thing.”

The huntress looked up at the elven woman. “You might be used to roughing up people with your big-shouldered ham-beast over there, but you ain’t never killed a woman, have you? It’s an act. And you’re not even very good at it.”

The elven woman started shaking, before giving her the grin that Shale had seen before. Of someone trying very hard to convince her of their psychotic intentions. “And what makes you so sure?”

The huntress tensed a little. “Well, to be honest, I ain’t, completely. Maybe it’s a double-bluff. But, y’know…”

The Huntress’s muscles tensed, and the athletic girl twisted, clutching onto Grond’s handle before springing back up to her feet in one smooth, rolling motion. Only feet away from the Elvish robber’s perfect jawline.

“...This has t’ be your first time trying something like this if you made an amateur mistake like not checkin’ how injured I actually was!”

The woman’s complexion turned white, her eyes widened in fear…

And her mouth spoke strange syllables, incantations of light, and Shale realized she might have made a mistake herself.

With a crackle, the woman vanished from standing in front of shale and back onto her draconic steed. “Charleston! Finish her!”

The huntress sighed.
She looked back to see Valvatorez had caught up, and she immediately wished she’d at least caught the elf before he caught up. It would’ve made up a little for being half-caked in mud from this stupid swamp.

“...Hey, uhhh… weird question, but d’ya know if there’s anywhere near here with a…”

The dragon blasted another solid blast of flame forward, trying to take advantage of the distraction, but the Huntress turned around, her expression completely serious, and slapped the blast out of the air, Swinging the massive hammer like a baseball bat and knocking the blast of flame out of the air with all the speed and skill of a major league player…

Before turning back around, her face immediately relaxed again. “...Like, a dry cleaner. And a shower. It’d be real nice.”
 

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Valvatorez trailing behind Shale, carefully observed the environment around them. Heightening his own awareness, he tried to take in what he could to analyze the situation ahead. Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any signs or smells of anything particularly foul or uncouth in the air. It seemed like the situation was just as it appeared. Large demon with a small demon atop of it. He said nothing while they exchanged words, of course it was so obvious that the humanoid demon hadn't killed before. It was actually a little surprising, perhaps she was some other living race. Still she 'acted' like a demon and resorted to violence at the first chance.

Unfazed by Shale's display, Valvatorez answered casually. "Of course, I have not yet seen such a thing. But perhaps we could find a river and construct a shower. There seems to be plenty of wood around to use for materials." Valvatorez's eyes glinted with red vampiric light and a patch of darkness appeared under the large beast, with a red spike extended out of it soon after. Then another, and another. The pitbull-like dragon just grunted and looked in the vampire's direction to vomit out a blast of fire. In a moment a square sword glowing with unholy lightning appeared in his hands to block the attack. "Argh!" The fire burned and left char marks all over him.

"Tch, I suppose this seal on my powers is God's doing.. I expected something like this to happen after slapping that 'God' in the face but I didn't expect such a strong effect." Meanwhile it was easy to tell from Shale's movements and strength that she outclassed him. "Heh, to be outclassed, by a human no less. How amusing. However! I will not allow you to completely outshine me Shale. For I have the power, of Sardines!" As Valvatorez yellow out, he dashed to one side and kept summoning blood red spikes into the belly of this beast. Even if they weren't having too great an effect, the repeated strikes were leaving small wounds, drawing blood. With his spare hand, Valvatorez pulled out and tore off the head of another Sardine he had hidden in his cloak.

"That guy doesn't matter, get 'her' Charleston! Charleston!" Despite the rider's protests, the beast continued to turn towards the Vampire shouting and summoning magic to injure him. After a short while, the beast started lumbering forward, charging Valvatorez.
 
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