Man, I Ain't Changed

[olderthanyourjesus]

Who: Godric and open
When: After Sirens
Where: All around
Summary: Godric needs to get out, so keeping under the radar, he decides to go out.
Warnings: None. Will update if needed.

[Godric needed to get out. He hadn't been this confined since he was a slave. But at the same time, he bore it as a punishment. He wasn't restless, he calmed whatever antsy feelings he was getting from staying indoors.

It wouldn't be long and he wouldn't attract attention. He just needed some air. He started walking, heading to parks, anywhere with trees. It was nice, calming. Though it was moments like these he missed the sun. He hadn't been out in it for over two thousand years, not counting the few minutes before his death.

He didn't stop in Fangtasia, though managed to walk a block just shy of it. He didn't want to bring anything to his Childe's establishment. Besides it was never a place he liked.

Godric kept to back alleys and only used his superspeed if need be. There was a few fights with the Darkness, but again, he didn't want to cause a scene, no one needed to know his location. The Darkness hardly ever gave him a problem anyway.]

ooc: feel free to bump into him anywhere

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[thelightbringer]

Fancy meeting you here.

[Lucifer was leaning against a wall, watching him.]

[olderthanyourjesus]

If you say so. [Because it's not like Godric isn't at his house all the time or anything.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer smiles at him, then steps out, and motions him closer.]

Let's stroll.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[He walks beside Lucifer slowly.]

A particular place in mind?

[thelightbringer]

Just a long walk. Maybe down near the docks.

I'm impressed with you, Godric.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[He follows along then.]

You are? [Eyebrows raised.]

[thelightbringer]

I am. You'd already given up at home; you haven't really fought me on it here.

[olderthanyourjesus]

It isn't a True Death if I return.

[thelightbringer]

You don't return at home, do you?

[olderthanyourjesus]

No. I have met the sun back home.

[not_heavens_adam]

[There were a lot of different kinds of people he could smell when he went out but this scent was stronger and, clearly, a vampire.

His curiosity peaked, he followed the scent until he finally found the person attached to it.]

Hmm....you seem to be in a hurry.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[He was actually walking by now.]

Should I be?

[not_heavens_adam]

[Johnny shrugged, matching his pace.]

Not for any reason I can think of.

Well...except for the scary nighttime monsters, of course~

[olderthanyourjesus]

Of course. [And yet his manner is still slow and calm. It does not bother him.]

[not_heavens_adam]

Mmm~ Do you often take such nighttime strolls~?

[olderthanyourjesus]

Not in awhile.

[not_heavens_adam]

Why not~?

[olderthanyourjesus]

I cannot.

[athermercy]

[Elaine was just totally walking by the spot Godric chose. Absolutely. She was also carrying the lyre he used to play in the Lux as another astonishing coincidence.

She had figured out he missed the instrument and what better way to deliver it but to bump the by the vampire at the back of a dark, Darkness-infested alley?

Pft.]

Oh -- Hi Godric.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[All these coincidences on the one night he goes out. When he sees her, Godric dips his head.]

Elaine.

[athermercy]

[They were total accidental ones. Ssh. She waved at him sheepishly after he spotted her.]

How are you?

[olderthanyourjesus]

[He took a few steps over to talk to her.]

Still here. [The vampire equivalent of 'alive'.] How are you?

[athermercy]

Still here too.

[Well. Sort of. She offers him the lyre.]

I brought you this. I don't know if you miss it.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[He offers a small smile.]

My thanks. That was kind of you.

[athermercy]

[She smiles back.]

You're welcome.

[olderthanyourjesus]

How are you? [He moves almost silently, looking over at her.]

[athermercy]

Well, I'm missing one really good lyre-player, but I'm okay.

[olderthanyourjesus]

[That gets the smallest of smiles.] I am glad to hear that. I am sorry about all that has happened.

[athermercy]

It wasn't your fault. [She shakes her head. But no matter what she says, he will blame himself, won't he?]