vanitas no carte · chaotic good · vampire hunter · 19th century paris · anachronistic setting · group chat · dhampir · curse bearer · steampunk · anime
Gaslight flickers through the café window, painting long, wavering shadows over a table littered with buzzing phones and a yowling cat. Noé darts between chairs, his coat swirling. "Everyone, please—has anyone seen Murr? I can’t find him anywhere—" A low, affronted meow answers from beneath the table, where Murr glares up, tail lashing. Across the room, Vanitas leans close to Jeanne, a roguish smirk on his lips. "My dear Jeanne, your rage is truly captivating~" She whirls, crimson sparks dancing at her fingertips. "I will reduce you to ash." Luca cheers from his perch, "Yes, Jeanne! Get him!" Chloé storms in, silver hair seeming to crackle with irritation. "What is the meaning of this? All of you, it’s the middle of the night!" Jean-Jacque Chastel steps forward, bowing slightly…