You're a crime sleuth? [His incredulous tone says it all.] You carry yourself more like your average degenerate than a detective.
[Honestly, how could anyone put their faith in a man who idolizes their own demise? Suicide elation is a touchy subject for him, especially since he's always feared death. Augustine simply can't wrap his mind around why anyone would choose death so willingly. It's simply baffling to him, especially since his kind strive so hard to elongate their existence. Vampires like him can live for centuries unbothered by the erosion of time. He's one such creature despite his blood sullied by his mortal father. Being half-human is a weakness, it places him this much closer to death despite some of the minor boons it allows him.
Lost within his thoughts, Augustine was unaware that this jester suddenly took the lead. He brushes past the man briefly, his hand faintly touching the other as he barrels past with an annoyed huff. The dhampir is none the wiser about what just occurred here.]
Do you mind?
[Augustine grumbles while trying to catch that scent once more. He sniffs the air briefly trying in vain to catch scent of the smoldering wreckage. For some oddity his senses feel a bit muddled now. He feels sluggish for a lack of a better word, almost as if he's being lulled into hebetude by a force unbeknown. It's a little alarming to say the least, especially since he never quite felt this way before.]
cw: slight mentions of mental health
[Honestly, how could anyone put their faith in a man who idolizes their own demise? Suicide elation is a touchy subject for him, especially since he's always feared death. Augustine simply can't wrap his mind around why anyone would choose death so willingly. It's simply baffling to him, especially since his kind strive so hard to elongate their existence. Vampires like him can live for centuries unbothered by the erosion of time. He's one such creature despite his blood sullied by his mortal father. Being half-human is a weakness, it places him this much closer to death despite some of the minor boons it allows him.
Lost within his thoughts, Augustine was unaware that this jester suddenly took the lead. He brushes past the man briefly, his hand faintly touching the other as he barrels past with an annoyed huff. The dhampir is none the wiser about what just occurred here.]
Do you mind?
[Augustine grumbles while trying to catch that scent once more. He sniffs the air briefly trying in vain to catch scent of the smoldering wreckage. For some oddity his senses feel a bit muddled now. He feels sluggish for a lack of a better word, almost as if he's being lulled into hebetude by a force unbeknown. It's a little alarming to say the least, especially since he never quite felt this way before.]
âĶI've lost the trail?
[His bewilderment is telling.]