Eric Northman

[OOC: So I never planned the curse out past day one, so let's just say Eric's sacrifice failed to appeal to the City Deities and day two was just bad all around, shall we?]

If anyone so much as mentions my actions from the last two days I will personally see to it you no longer have the ability to speak. In any way.

Part 1: well into the morning

[He sounds very confused.]

Hm. It's daylight and I'm not getting the bleeds.


Part 2: a little later when Eric is hungry

[Oh dear, he sounds only more confused and then angry this time.]

Why am I craving animal blood? This makes no sense.

....Where the fuck are my fangs?


Part 3: after a while of trying to figure this out, he's made it to the surface and into the sunlight

[He's amazed he's not burning in the sun...but then he looks down at his hands and arms, and notices that he's sparkling like someone tossed glitter all over him.]

You have got to be joking.




[[OOC: I took the liberty of taking his fangs away too, since Twilight vamps don't have them and he's pretty much becoming one of them physically. Oh and instead of choosing to drink animal blood like in those books, he's just gonna automatically want it.]]

There's a small gnome following me. Considering the things that happen in this City, something like this usually wouldn't bother me, yet everywhere I turn it's there. I'm beginning to lose patience with it.

[Camera turns to view a harmless looking lawn gnome next to a bar stool not far from Eric.]

[Eric is looking at himself in the mirror and scrutinizing his hair. His roots are starting to show and he might even need a small trim.]

Hmm, it's a shame Pam isn't here. She's the only one I trust with my hair.

This power outage is going to be bad for business unless I can find a backup generator. Honestly, how do you people survive down here when this happens?


[Added a little later after he saw the Master's post and after seeing a few Weeping Angels not far from the club.]

Godric, vet du något om dessa varelser?*



*[basic google translation: Godric, do you know anything about these creatures?]

[The sun has set and Eric's out and about from wherever he took shelter from the sun that day. Since a couple of people mentioned the Underground and a bar called The Raven, Eric has decided he would check out the place and see about some breakfast.

He walks in, stops for a second and eyeballs the place, noticing the décor is a lot snazzier and high class than his own club. But then, Fangtasia is in Shreveport and there's only so much class the people around there can handle. He takes in all the patrons as he walks toward the bar. He wouldn't mind having a club here. His very own Fangtasia away from home, so to speak. Perhaps he should speak to the owner and get a feel for how business is run.

Eric leans against the bar counter, keeping an eye on the people mingling near him and waited, for either the bartender or anyone who caught his interest.]


[OOC: Anyone who is at The Raven and wants to interact with Eric is free to do so.]

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