[Javert spent a very busy day bustling about the city, gathering up as much information as he can about the early-morning explosion (which he, as a vampire, was already awake for) and the new puncture wound he spotted in the Moon. Naturally, his first stop was the Astrological Society; simple enough to extract a few key facts with eye contact and a bit of a mental nudge. His questioning eventually brought him circling around to the humans at so-called mission control, in which he extracted a short list of monsters involved in a certain idiot Space Journey, monsters which contributed everything from direct participation in the journey to simple safety calculations.
Marco Evangelisti, Fourth Priest, stood out amongst them. As someone who really ought to have known better than to toy with the cosmic unknown in Ryslig Peninsula.
And so, late at night on the fourth of August, Javert pulls up to the House at Clipperhead Lake in a rickety, rusted-out truck, his red-haired thrall manning the driver's seat. The thrall tips his hat to Javert, who ignores the pleasantry, and patiently parks amongst the trees and bushes, cutting the lights and awaiting his master's return.
Javert, face inelegantly bruised and cravat tied quite high around a still-healing neck, approaches the door with his steady, even march. He sets his jaw, hefts his cane, and gives it a generous, thundering cop knock.]
Late on the 4th, closer to midnight for the 5th.
Marco Evangelisti, Fourth Priest, stood out amongst them. As someone who really ought to have known better than to toy with the cosmic unknown in Ryslig Peninsula.
And so, late at night on the fourth of August, Javert pulls up to the House at Clipperhead Lake in a rickety, rusted-out truck, his red-haired thrall manning the driver's seat. The thrall tips his hat to Javert, who ignores the pleasantry, and patiently parks amongst the trees and bushes, cutting the lights and awaiting his master's return.
Javert, face inelegantly bruised and cravat tied quite high around a still-healing neck, approaches the door with his steady, even march. He sets his jaw, hefts his cane, and gives it a generous, thundering
copknock.]Evangelisti! Are you in there? Open up!