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onceavikingThe door opens and a tall figure ducks inside, freezing in place as the door slams shut behind him.
It is fairly obvious, that this was not what he expected to see.
He straightens and looks around, managing to look somewhat disinterested, even though his mind is racing.
To the casual observer, he looks like a well-dressed gentleman. His clothes are the latest fashion (of England in 1790) and the only thing that prevents him from looking like the poster image of a dandy is the clubbed hair at the back of his neck. The hair, however, is his own and not powdered, so while it is a little bit retro, it is not a terrible fashion faux pas.
He is a little pale, but his height and build suggest health and vitality, as does the way he looks around the room, his bright, blue eyes taking in the seating arrangements as well as the various patrons.
The cut of his slim trousers, waistcoat, and coat, as well as the excellent quality of the wool suggests that he has been by John Weston. The silver-buckled boots are quite impressive as well. Anyone seeing him at the opera or a soiree would take him for a wealthy, healthy aristocrat. Possibly from the continent. What Milliways will make of him is anyone’s guess.
Those with a keen sense of smell might notice that he has an odour of blood about him. He has, however, no visible injuries. And the few spatters on his lapel are quite discreet.
For those with keener senses still, he is obviously not alive. He is not dead the way some of Milliways’ other patrons are dead. He is dead the way a vampire is dead. No heartbeat, no pulse, no thoughts to listen in on for those who are able to do such things.
When asked, he will introduce himself as Erik Sture or Erik Natt och Dagg, since that is the identity he has decided to use while abroad. It is the oldest noble line in Sweden and the descendents in the Sture branch are strong and healthy military types. The youngest son did indeed travel to England. He did not make it all the way though. Not that anyone knows that yet.
In other circumstances, he might well have used a different name.
Northman perhaps.
He has now made a full turn, but sadly he can make even less sense of what he is seeing.
What is this place?
(tinytag: Eric Northman)
