[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[sub]Interactions: Erik ([@FunnyGuy])[/sub]
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Vincent had drank way too much the previous night. Though he was a revenant and had a tolerance that allowed him to drink practically anyone under the table, even he still had his limits. The sleep had been a deep, peaceful one, thanks to the alcohol...at least, until he was woken up by the sound of someone shouting.

[color=gold]“REVENANTS! SIDHE! HUMANS! TO THE STRATEGY ROOM! EVERYONE! DON'T CARE HOW YOU GET THERE! WALK, FLY, ROLL, SKIP, CREEP IN, HOWEVER! JUST GET THERE!”[/color]

This made Vincent jump out of his bed as he shouted, [color=orange]"HOLY MOTHER OF SHIT!!"[/color] only to fall, entangled in his blanket, to the floor. Now laying upside down off the side of his bed, he glared at the door and growled, [color=orange]"Someone wants to die this morning..."[/color] He disentangled himself from his blanket and stood up, clutching his head as it pounded. He waited a moment, listening for the voice he heard the other day. Hearing nothing, he decided it was simply a hangover and sighed as he picked up some clothes from the floor.

Once he was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless shirt, he left his room, still rubbing his temples as he made his way to the Great Room, where he found Erik peering at a map on the table. When he saw the megaphone on the table next to him, he thought, [color=orange][i]I thought I recognized that voice.[/i][/color] Deciding to get revenge for the wonderful sleep that had been stolen from him, Vincent approached the table. [color=orange]"Mornin',"[/color] he grumbled as he picked up the megaphone and looked at it, as if curious about it. Then, as easily as if he were crumpling an empty soda can, Vincent squeezed the device and shattered it in his hand. He looked at the bits and pieces as they fell out of hand, then at Erik. [color=orange]"Oops...sorry,"[/color] he said, though he couldn't bring himself to sound too apologetic about it.

He dropped the remains of the megaphone and looked at the map on the table. He let out a yawn and asked, having already pushed his willful destruction of Erik's megaphone out of his mind, [color=orange]"I take it this is where we're going next?"[/color]