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[b]Location:[/b] Duncaster Streets.
[b]Time:[/b] 5:00 PM.
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[b]Music:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbLo45F32D8]A Midnight Stroll Under Skies of Grey.[/url][/right]
Vitius let out a loud grunt as he peered out onto the sidewalk from a dark alleyway, watching the crowds pass by on their way to the first ever Duncaster Unity Celebration. He hadn't heard too much, being far more preoccupied with getting as far away from that plastic tool shed he'd been trapped in for the last couple of hours and its irate owners, but from what he had overheard the celebration taking place around the Unity Monument was supposed to help put to rest the maelstrom of controversy over its initial construction back in 1903. In all honesty though, the debates and bad blood surrounding the statue didn't concern him all that much. If living out three-hundred years of history had taught him anything, it was that people-normal or not-would always find something to fight over, be it resources or personal beliefs. No, what bothered him more than anything on this fine night was Colin's sudden appearance. Although he didn't devote much thought to it while wandering Hell, he had been thinking the whole situation over while waiting out the sun in that plastic box. The entire thing was puzzling to say the least. Last he'd seen his "companion" was on the night he'd left, meaning he should have died by now, yet here the man was alive and well three-hundred years later, seemingly without having aged all that much during that time.

He'd tried figuring out just how the ranger had been able to come this far into the future without any sort of supernatural or mystical form of immortality, but to no avail. Although he did have one possible solution, which was more of a theory than anything else at this point, and that was the potential use of teleportation magics. A mishap with rituals such as those involved with moving oneself or others throughout space could certainly account for the disorientation on Colin's part, or at least that's what he reasoned anyway, but that still didn't give him anything concrete nor did it tell him [I]why[/I] the man would be messing about with such forces to begin with. From everything he'd seen, the ranger would have trusted in the strength of a wooden stick over mystical rituals and vague seances. While this was something Vitius himself could respect, to a certain degree anyway, it did not help make solving this any easier. There was the man's mentions of a Samael character though, and from what Vitius had been able to piece together from their very brief encounter the malevolent sounding figure in question seemed to have a wealth of magical power as well as a vast network of servants, at least if Colin's insane accusations were anything to go off of anyway. Could he have been the reason Colin was here? But if that were the case then how? Had the man figured out some way to send people through time or make them immortal without them knowing?

Vitius shook his head. There were too many questions and not nearly enough information with which to begin answering them. Leaving those thoughts behind Vitius turned his attention back to the busy world around him and stepped out onto the sidewalk, still clad in his plate armor. Ignoring most of the curious looks he got from various passerby along with the odd cry praising his cosplay, the old vampire slowly made his way to the monument and by extension the festival he knew would be taking place there. After all city officials had made certain to plaster fliers of the event all across the damn city. Why he must have passed at least six on his way here, each of them advertising free food for humans and supernatural entities alike, as well as fun, music, and fireworks. 

[I]A loud boom shakes the sky before fading away with a vibrant flash of red light.[/I]

Lots of fireworks.

To be fair though, after huddling in the darkest corner of a tool shed that smelled of musty grease, grime, and metal, he'd built up quite the appetite. And currently the closest source of fresh blood was sitting in the carts being wheeled out onto the freshly cut lawn in front of the monument. So, pushing his way through the crowds of people, Vitius quickly made his way through the busy streets and towards the waterfront where the celebration was taking place, eager to get his hands on some blood sausage or a freshly made blood soup.