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Dracula	The silvery moon that hangs up in the dark night sky is in its waxing gibbous phase. Not enough to be full, and more than half. The light it casts down upon this part of the world is soft and cool. Upon the water, it dances and ripples, reflected by the relatively still surface of the water. There are dark clouds within the sky, here and there blocking the stars. Elsewhere in the sky, the stars twinkle and shine, their light less than the moon's but still a pleasing thing to behold. Perhaps it is from a moment of peculiarity, or perhaps it is from another reason. Whatever the case happens to be, the Lord of the Vampires stands upon the very top of the Statue of Liberty. His footing there is easy and balanced, and he looks out across the water. A flicker of moonlight reflects within his dark brown eyes, a touch of crimson at their cores. His black hair hangs in loose waves halfway down his back, tussled by a stray breeze that wafts by him. He is, as is his habit, dressed in black -- a loose fitting and long sleeved black silk shirt with an ocean blue pocketsquare tucked into the pocket, black slacks, and a pair of black boots. One of his hands rests simply at his side, relaxed and unmoving. His right hand is held before him, and skittering threads of shadow weave and tangle their way amongst his fingers and around his hand and wrist, in constant motion. He looks down briefly, but then lifts his gaze back to the moon that hangs within the sky.
Poseidon	There are many contrasts from the one atop the Statue of Liberty and the one not. First, he happens to be standing upon the sands of the beach at the edge of the water. His feet are bare upon the sand, as the surf washes over them. A pair of work boots rests far enough up the beach to keep them from the ocean's reach. Another contrast, an old pair of jeans, the bottoms of the legs rolled up to reveal bare calves. A pale grey teeshirt with a picture of a sea turtle upon it. Eyes of blue. Hair better than shoulder length and full beard and mustache of silver. This man looks rough at best, standing there looking out over the ocean. Poseidon's expression reveals little. This is helped a great deal by that beard and mustache. The hair there serves to hide whatever his mouth tends to be doing fairly well, revealing only the edges of his lips where they touch each other. And his eyes reveal nothing. He looks at first glance to be an aged man. But his straight posture coupled with an unlined face mark his age as significantly younger than his hair does. He breathes in a deep breath and closes his eyes, enjoying the salt scent upon the air. After a time, he gestures to the side of himself, as though inviting the one he knows is there to join him here upon the sands. Of course, that might mean the lofty vampire has to get his feet wet...
Dracula	The ocean is a beautiful thing, especially when cast in the silver light of the moon. Though he has had many nights to be able to admire it, he never tires of the simple beauty of the sight. The Lord of Vampires doesn't oft come to this particular spot to partake of it, for there are other vantage points he visits to do so. He makes a faint gesture with his right hand, and the skittering shadows flicker away before dissipating into the night, banishing them back from whence they had come. If Dracula is aware of Poseidon there below then he has given no initial sign of it. Yet given the nature of his senses, it is quite likely that he is aware of the fellow's presence there below. It is with the gesture made by Poseidon, that invitation being extended, that his dark gaze falls from the silvery moon and upon the other fellow. And there is a hint of a smile that tugs at the corners of his lips, unhidden by the neat goatee and mustache that he wears. There is a faint and single nod that he offers in response to the wordless invitation. A moment later, Vlad takes a step forward and off of the height of the statue. He uses none of his magic to slow him, simply letting gravity do as it will to bring him to the ground. He half crouches as he lands, the fingertips of his left hand barely brushing the ground before he straightens, the movement smooth and graceful. He steps forward then to where Poseidon's boots rest, pausing there to remove his boots and black socks. He takes a moment to neatly roll up his slacks a couple of turns before he steps out further in order to be next to Poseidon. He seems not to mind the surf playing over his feet. "It is a lovely night," Vlad says softly, his dark gaze holding to the ocean for a moment before turning to Poseidon to watch him.
Poseidon	Poseidon comes here occasionally. More often recently than he has in the past. He, too, has other vantage points to revel in the beauty of the ocean. Not the least of which is beneath her waves in the depths of the sea. As the other makes his dismount, Poseidon takes no note of it. His back is to the statue, his eyes upon the ocean that is his domain. He turns only when he hears the other behind him where he pauses to do as Poseidon had done not so long ago. His lips curl up, barely discerned for the silver hair of his beard and mustache. "It really is," he agrees. His eyes turn back to the waters. "How are you this night, Vlad?"
Dracula	There have been a handful of times when Vlad has ventured beneath the surface of the ocean in order to admire what lies below. He doesn't need to breathe, and so he's not limited in the same ways as humans are. The ocean's surf slithers over his feet, and for a moment, the Lord of the Vampires looks down to watch such a simple and mundane thing. There are times when he doesn't pay such things very much attention at all. And as the wavelets pass over his skin, he wriggles his toes against the sand, partially burying them much in the way some manner of crab would dig itself in. Vlad looks over to Poseidon and there is perhaps a hint and a flicker of boyish innocence to him, for what he had been doing is a touch childish in nature to indulge in. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "A handful of nights more, and the moon will be at its peak," he says softly. "I have always enjoyed the sight of the moonlight upon the water," he adds, his gaze lingering on Poseidon for a moment before turning towards the water. "I fare well, thus far, on this night. Possessed of a mild hunger, but the need is not to the point of endangering any or breaking from my control," he offers in reply. "How do you fare, Poseidon?" he asks in turn, tilting his head to one side and looking towards him.
Poseidon	Poseidon doesn't always pay such things mind either. And sometimes, he seeks such things out. Really, it depends a lot on his mood and how much time he happens to have at any given moment. There are times he's too busy with the duties of the sea, or taking care of the harbor he presides over as a human. He glances aside at the vampire and nods to him. "Good, that it isn't too strong," he says. Still meeting Vlad's eyes, he considers the question. Then nods once more. "I fare well enough. My evening was free so I decided to admire the moonlight upon the waves."
Dracula	The simple things can be easy to overlook, especially when one has grown used to them being there over the course of centuries. He may not have employment to dabble in and occupy his attention, but he tends to keep tabs on a handful of things that occur in various and assorted places. "It will grow stronger before the need will require to be sated. A couple of days, perhaps less," he muses, a thoughtful tone to his voice. It depends on what power he uses between now and then, what magic he casts. The hunger that always exists within him is a thing that he is intimately familiar with, for he's lived with it for centuries. "It pleases me to hear that you fare well, or at least well enough," Vlad says, giving a small nod to Poseidon. "It is how I oft prefer to admire the moonlight. It does not have the same character to it when it falls upon the ground. Though it does have a pleasing sight when it falls upon a field of the grains that ripen in the fall," he says softly. "It is a good way of spending an evening. Though for one such as I, it is more akin to morning, given my nocturnal nature," he muses. The sunlight is quite unkind to those like him, though he can live through its effects it doesn't change the fact that it's painful and tends to make him peevish and quite hungry. "Are you granted many free evenings for such things?" he asks, a touch of curiosity to his voice.
Poseidon	Easy to overlook, and yet, so very important to living a good life. Simple things create the best of memories. Poseidon nods about the hunger, and leaves that subject alone for the moment. He considers the comment about moonlight. "It depends on the ground it happens to be falling upon," he points out. "Upon snow. The vast sands of a desert. The plains of a grassland. And, as you say, fields of grain." His lips curl up slightly. "I tend to prefer it upon the water as well." Poseidon nods about it being more akin to morning for the vampire. He can understand that. "A few, here and there," he says. He tilts his head and looks to the sea once more. A faint grimace appears. "My apologies, Vlad. I must go." That's all the warning given before the god of the seas strives forward before diving into the water. Just like that, he's gone, with barely even a ripple to mark his passing.