The local chef, Oswald, is making himself some jambalaya. Makinging swiftly, expertly and with love. His husband, Shad, sits in a chair nearby. Leaning it back and reading a book on vampire history. Specifically all about forming groups.
Looking up from his book, Shadzaar has an enlightened expression. “Just found out it’s not that hard to make a group of— who’s she?” He points a claw at Sylvia. Promoting Oz to turn and glance for himself.
“You are?” His ears betray his nostalgia. “I remember when my sister and I first arrived here in the city.” His large hands gesture at the vast kitchen. “All of this did not exist then. We had a much smaller guild then.” The same hand comes and extends out for her to take. “I am Oswald Brunn. Occasionally I cook for the company. When they wish.”
Having walked over while Oz introduced himself, his Dragonborn counterpart stands with crossed arms. Giving her a once over with his crimson eyes. Crimson? This is when you realise they both have red eyes.
With a rumbling chuckle said Giff returns to his cooking. “I am not just a Giff.” He leaves that statement hanging. Stirring the rice, sausages and peppers around in the pan.
Seeing that his hippo lover is busy, the scaled one pulls another chair over next to his. Nodding his head at it, offering it to her. He then sits back in his own. Showing her the title of the book he was reading; ‘*Vampire Covens and Their Hierarchies.*’
Shad issues his finger to mark the paragraph he was reading. “I managed just fine. But then again, I’m a pureblood. Made a pact with a demon.” Oz makes a face at the word ‘demon,’ but says nothing. “And I can walk around during the day. Something others usually can’t. And I turned Oz so he wouldn’t die on me in a few hundred years. But he can’t go out in the sun. So I just stay up with him at night.”
In a sad voice, Oz comments “But we cannot have children. So we still need a solution to that…” he solemnly transfers the jambalaya into a large bowl. Shad nods in agreement.
He holds up his book again. “I had the idea that maybe we could, I dunno, find others. Or turn them. Make our own family and live together as a coven.”(edited)
*He walks in silently with his hands behind his back almost royalty like he is fully decorated in his plague doctor gear*
Hello everyone.
I'm Dr. Jay Moran.
“I’ve read most of the books in the library on them. Being one helps clarify some things, too.” He says, not looking up from his book. “You can ask Barry to look at them. Or talk to me. Or one of the others.”
As he cleans up after himself, the Giff answers. “He speaks of Baracus; the librarian of the guild.” He holds out two bowls to Sylvia and Jay respectively. The jambalaya within them still steaming. “Here, my welcome.”
“…that was a very good guess.” He takes a nearby kitchen knife and goes to slice the animal’s throat. Pausing at Jay’s question. “To consume its blood. I do not drink the blood of other people.” The racoon is completely calm in his grip. Seemingly not distressed at all.(edited)
Confusion once again paints his face. “It is a raccoon. There are no recipes I know for this…” he points at it with a thick finger. “Do you want what’s left?”
“… Da, that is possible. But first,” he positions the knife at the side of the raccoon’s neck again. Slicing carefully with exceptionally fine control. Two more arm’s manoeuvre out of his wide sleeves. One taking and holding the knife, and the other grabbing his towel form before.
Holding the raccoon upside down he lets its blood fill his mouth. Gulping it down with practiced cleanliness.
Cleaning some extra blood from the corner of his mouth, the hippo puts the body in a bucket. “It did not . I have magic that soothes the soul of whatever or whoever I’m using it on. It is a very useful thing.”
Taking not of the doctor’s interest in the carcass, Oz hands him the bucket. His second arms slip back into the depths of his robes. “Why don’t you take it?”
