[Sampo's on the prowl, and he's decided to take to the Overworld streets for his midnight snack this time around. Sometimes he'll stay in the Underworld, because the Silvermanes tend to be more protective upstairs than down below, but the Underworld is tight-knit-- harder to get away with things. It's a gamble whichever way he goes, really, but tonight is an upstairs night.]
[There's a man that he's been trailing for a while now, staying quiet and out-of-sight as he does. He's alone, which is certainly attractive for Sampo's purposes, and seems normal enough aside from the fact that he's a little under-dressed for the weather. Drinking something, too, which is a bit unappealing, Sampo tries to stay away from drunks. That's really the only way that he can get drunk anymore-- by cracking into somebody who's already got alcohol in their blood, and keeping a clear head is kind of important when he's on the hunt.]
[But he also hasn't seen any other viable targets, and he's getting too hungry to put off a blood meal for much longer. And he can't even break into the hospital for more blood bags to stave off the hunger pangs, because they're in a shortage after a bunch of guards got ambushed by some big Fragmentum monster and got themselves maimed.]
[So. Back to this guy.]
[They're getting into a pretty deserted part of the back alleyways of Belobog; people don't really live around here, businesses aren't open. Sampo picks up his pace, closing the distance gap between himself and his prey. In his pocket, he's got a few of his bombs ready, full of gas that will knock his unfortunate victim right out, leave him insensible while he gets what he needs from him. A way better modus operandi than trying to physically subdue his meals-- nothing good happens when someone tries to struggle while he's got his fangs in their neck.]
[All he has to do is get close enough, get the guy to stop walking for a second. There's an easy way to do that, and it's to call out--]
Hey, excuse me?
[Like he's just another normal civilian walking the streets.]
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Date: 2024-03-25 01:43 am (UTC)[There's a man that he's been trailing for a while now, staying quiet and out-of-sight as he does. He's alone, which is certainly attractive for Sampo's purposes, and seems normal enough aside from the fact that he's a little under-dressed for the weather. Drinking something, too, which is a bit unappealing, Sampo tries to stay away from drunks. That's really the only way that he can get drunk anymore-- by cracking into somebody who's already got alcohol in their blood, and keeping a clear head is kind of important when he's on the hunt.]
[But he also hasn't seen any other viable targets, and he's getting too hungry to put off a blood meal for much longer. And he can't even break into the hospital for more blood bags to stave off the hunger pangs, because they're in a shortage after a bunch of guards got ambushed by some big Fragmentum monster and got themselves maimed.]
[So. Back to this guy.]
[They're getting into a pretty deserted part of the back alleyways of Belobog; people don't really live around here, businesses aren't open. Sampo picks up his pace, closing the distance gap between himself and his prey. In his pocket, he's got a few of his bombs ready, full of gas that will knock his unfortunate victim right out, leave him insensible while he gets what he needs from him. A way better modus operandi than trying to physically subdue his meals-- nothing good happens when someone tries to struggle while he's got his fangs in their neck.]
[All he has to do is get close enough, get the guy to stop walking for a second. There's an easy way to do that, and it's to call out--]
Hey, excuse me?
[Like he's just another normal civilian walking the streets.]