Frederick A.

@ferral-fangs

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"My name? Frederick.. Ah.... Ashen..bough. Ashenbough."

Frederick is a traveler who found himself at Oakhurst after leaving his home, chronologically showed up between episodes 1 & 2. Rather cagey and secretive about his life; lives alone in a small house he made near the wall of Oakhurst.

Despite being quite suspicious, didn't seem to be a vampire, at least not a high ranking one. He did go along with Avid's "vampire tests" despite having complained very loudly about them in the first couple days (he does avoid mirrors entirely though).

He was vaguely hostile to the confirmed vampires due to thinking they'd be thrilling to fight. Alternatively, he's somewhat kind to the townsfolk, showing concern for them despite his hobby of spooking them, especially Avid and Martyn. Believed in vampires from the start, and passively encouraged Avid.

He revealed himself as a Vampire in the finale, and stayed one after it, having continued looking for 'thrilling' people to fight.

Apparently, his brother Medusa is a vampire, too.

Sidera, a shapeshifter-vampire that came around later, calls him "Apprentice". In the Finale, they revealed themself as Frederick's Sire.

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If you start threads, also include when your ask is set, now that the entire series is out! I may get some things mixed up chronologically, though. Almost all episodes have a specific tag for them too!

Shipping is allowed; Frederick is demipan (I prefer shipping to start after the characters know each other somewhat well).

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{{post finale / 2006!}}

Frederick's still hanging around New York, quite interested in the advancements humans have made over the years. A big city is a wonderful place to gain knowledge before he sets off again. The vast array of weapons certainly is interesting, especially modern guns, though he still prefers his own claws and fangs.

Currently, he's sat on the bench of a public park, reading a book he'd checked out from the library on the history of weapons, a black parasol kept steady in the crook of his elbow to shield him from the bothersome sun.

~ @ferral-fangs

The old tradition of Scott sneaking up on Frederick when he was sat doing something was one not forgotten, and history seemed to repeat itself to this day.

Scott had just been walking around into the park when he spotted the vampire, surprised he was still in New York, but not disappointed. He smiled, getting an idea as he walked over as quietly as he could as to not be detected before he slid into the seat next to Frederick. Pushing into his personal space per usual.

"Reading allllll by yourself, handsome?" He asked playfully with a cheeky fanged smile.

Frederick glances up when he hears Scott slide in, also seeing the elder vampire out of his peripheral vision. He closes the book on his thumb to keep his page, his other hand now moving to ruffle Scott's hair. History really does repeat.

"Not anymore, apparently. Hello, Sparkles," he responds in amusement with a raised eyebrow, a very faint smile on his face.

Scott smiled a bit more sincerely at the old nickname and ruffling of his hair. It used to be something he hated, but now it was something he had grown to like. Really, he'd probably be disappointed if Frederick stopped now.

"Hey, dork. Missed me?" He asked with a chuckle as he leaned over to peer at the book. "Whatcha reading?"

"Those wouldn't be quite the words I use," Frederick responds, a bit playful, leaning slightly against Scott.

He tilts the book so Scott can see the cover, " 'Weapons: A Visual History of Arms and Armor'. Humans have quite interesting ways of getting around their limitations, and they make advancements fairly quickly."

Even at Frederick's words, he found comfort in feeling him lean back against him. He liked to think they were still close, like before.

He raised an eyebrow at the books title, crossing his arms as he kept himself leaned up against Frederick. Squinting at the book. "How.. " he paused, trying to find the word. "Quaint. They're so inefficient, really. Reason 102 of why vampires are better. You get much more done with just your claws and teeth."

"I agree, really. Stage three vampires such as yourself have even more power; that storm ability truly was fascinating," Frederick chuckles. He's stayed stage two over the centuries; he'd considered letting himself fall back to stage one, but decided not to. Stage two is quite fun.

"Inefficient as they are, humans are quite creative, I'll give them that. Explosives are... messy, but I have to admit they get the job done. And plenty of weapons are also quite beautifully made; more art than weapon, honestly," he shrugs lightly.

Scott has a proud, smug, toothy smile on his face as Frederick talked of his power. Even if he was a more docile vampire now, he was still just as strong. He just controlled it better.

"Oh of course, darling. And I assume humans are good in their own inefficient ways. They're quite good for warmth. If there's one thing I miss, it's being naturally warm." He hummed. "But you seem rather knowledgeable in these artistic weapons, yes? Is that your thing now?" He teased.

"That they are, that they are. And for creatures with such short lives, they have many stories as well... I do miss warmth as well, that's for certain," Frederick sighs softly.

"Well, sort of. I travel too much to truly collect them, but I have a couple fascinating weapons. I do like them," Frederick shrugs, looking thoughtful, "Both dangerous and beautiful... It almost reminds me of us in a way, don't you agree, Sparkles? Though we are much more efficient than human weapons," he chuckles.

Scott smirked at the comparison, giving him a cheeky, yet giddy look as he spoke. He was listening, and it was all very interesting. He agreed with the point. But he focused on one thing. "Oh? Does that mean you think I'm beautiful?" He said playfully, leaning in closer and poking him in the chest with his finger just to add to it. Giggling softly to himself.

Frederick huffs, fighting a smile as he ruffles Scott's hair, "Of course that's what you would focus on, out of everything." He sighs playfully. However, Frederick does not deny it; Scott is, quite simply and truly, beautiful after all; that's just a fact.

{{post finale / 2006!}}

Frederick's still hanging around New York, quite interested in the advancements humans have made over the years. A big city is a wonderful place to gain knowledge before he sets off again. The vast array of weapons certainly is interesting, especially modern guns, though he still prefers his own claws and fangs.

Currently, he's sat on the bench of a public park, reading a book he'd checked out from the library on the history of weapons, a black parasol kept steady in the crook of his elbow to shield him from the bothersome sun.

~ @ferral-fangs

The old tradition of Scott sneaking up on Frederick when he was sat doing something was one not forgotten, and history seemed to repeat itself to this day.

Scott had just been walking around into the park when he spotted the vampire, surprised he was still in New York, but not disappointed. He smiled, getting an idea as he walked over as quietly as he could as to not be detected before he slid into the seat next to Frederick. Pushing into his personal space per usual.

"Reading allllll by yourself, handsome?" He asked playfully with a cheeky fanged smile.

Frederick glances up when he hears Scott slide in, also seeing the elder vampire out of his peripheral vision. He closes the book on his thumb to keep his page, his other hand now moving to ruffle Scott's hair. History really does repeat.

"Not anymore, apparently. Hello, Sparkles," he responds in amusement with a raised eyebrow, a very faint smile on his face.

Scott smiled a bit more sincerely at the old nickname and ruffling of his hair. It used to be something he hated, but now it was something he had grown to like. Really, he'd probably be disappointed if Frederick stopped now.

"Hey, dork. Missed me?" He asked with a chuckle as he leaned over to peer at the book. "Whatcha reading?"

"Those wouldn't be quite the words I use," Frederick responds, a bit playful, leaning slightly against Scott.

He tilts the book so Scott can see the cover, " 'Weapons: A Visual History of Arms and Armor'. Humans have quite interesting ways of getting around their limitations, and they make advancements fairly quickly."

Even at Frederick's words, he found comfort in feeling him lean back against him. He liked to think they were still close, like before.

He raised an eyebrow at the books title, crossing his arms as he kept himself leaned up against Frederick. Squinting at the book. "How.. " he paused, trying to find the word. "Quaint. They're so inefficient, really. Reason 102 of why vampires are better. You get much more done with just your claws and teeth."

"I agree, really. Stage three vampires such as yourself have even more power; that storm ability truly was fascinating," Frederick chuckles. He's stayed stage two over the centuries; he'd considered letting himself fall back to stage one, but decided not to. Stage two is quite fun.

"Inefficient as they are, humans are quite creative, I'll give them that. Explosives are... messy, but I have to admit they get the job done. And plenty of weapons are also quite beautifully made; more art than weapon, honestly," he shrugs lightly.

Scott has a proud, smug, toothy smile on his face as Frederick talked of his power. Even if he was a more docile vampire now, he was still just as strong. He just controlled it better.

"Oh of course, darling. And I assume humans are good in their own inefficient ways. They're quite good for warmth. If there's one thing I miss, it's being naturally warm." He hummed. "But you seem rather knowledgeable in these artistic weapons, yes? Is that your thing now?" He teased.

"That they are, that they are. And for creatures with such short lives, they have many stories as well... I do miss warmth as well, that's for certain," Frederick sighs softly.

"Well, sort of. I travel too much to truly collect them, but I have a couple fascinating weapons. I do like them," Frederick shrugs, looking thoughtful, "Both dangerous and beautiful... It almost reminds me of us in a way, don't you agree, Sparkles? Though we are much more efficient than human weapons," he chuckles.

{{post finale / 2006!}}

Frederick's still hanging around New York, quite interested in the advancements humans have made over the years. A big city is a wonderful place to gain knowledge before he sets off again. The vast array of weapons certainly is interesting, especially modern guns, though he still prefers his own claws and fangs.

Currently, he's sat on the bench of a public park, reading a book he'd checked out from the library on the history of weapons, a black parasol kept steady in the crook of his elbow to shield him from the bothersome sun.

~ @ferral-fangs

The old tradition of Scott sneaking up on Frederick when he was sat doing something was one not forgotten, and history seemed to repeat itself to this day.

Scott had just been walking around into the park when he spotted the vampire, surprised he was still in New York, but not disappointed. He smiled, getting an idea as he walked over as quietly as he could as to not be detected before he slid into the seat next to Frederick. Pushing into his personal space per usual.

"Reading allllll by yourself, handsome?" He asked playfully with a cheeky fanged smile.

Frederick glances up when he hears Scott slide in, also seeing the elder vampire out of his peripheral vision. He closes the book on his thumb to keep his page, his other hand now moving to ruffle Scott's hair. History really does repeat.

"Not anymore, apparently. Hello, Sparkles," he responds in amusement with a raised eyebrow, a very faint smile on his face.

Scott smiled a bit more sincerely at the old nickname and ruffling of his hair. It used to be something he hated, but now it was something he had grown to like. Really, he'd probably be disappointed if Frederick stopped now.

"Hey, dork. Missed me?" He asked with a chuckle as he leaned over to peer at the book. "Whatcha reading?"

"Those wouldn't be quite the words I use," Frederick responds, a bit playful, leaning slightly against Scott.

He tilts the book so Scott can see the cover, " 'Weapons: A Visual History of Arms and Armor'. Humans have quite interesting ways of getting around their limitations, and they make advancements fairly quickly."

Even at Frederick's words, he found comfort in feeling him lean back against him. He liked to think they were still close, like before.

He raised an eyebrow at the books title, crossing his arms as he kept himself leaned up against Frederick. Squinting at the book. "How.. " he paused, trying to find the word. "Quaint. They're so inefficient, really. Reason 102 of why vampires are better. You get much more done with just your claws and teeth."

"I agree, really. Stage three vampires such as yourself have even more power; that storm ability truly was fascinating," Frederick chuckles. He's stayed stage two over the centuries; he'd considered letting himself fall back to stage one, but decided not to. Stage two is quite fun.

"Inefficient as they are, humans are quite creative, I'll give them that. Explosives are... messy, but I have to admit they get the job done. And plenty of weapons are also quite beautifully made; more art than weapon, honestly," he shrugs lightly.

{{post finale / 2006!}}

Frederick's still hanging around New York, quite interested in the advancements humans have made over the years. A big city is a wonderful place to gain knowledge before he sets off again. The vast array of weapons certainly is interesting, especially modern guns, though he still prefers his own claws and fangs.

Currently, he's sat on the bench of a public park, reading a book he'd checked out from the library on the history of weapons, a black parasol kept steady in the crook of his elbow to shield him from the bothersome sun.

~ @ferral-fangs

The old tradition of Scott sneaking up on Frederick when he was sat doing something was one not forgotten, and history seemed to repeat itself to this day.

Scott had just been walking around into the park when he spotted the vampire, surprised he was still in New York, but not disappointed. He smiled, getting an idea as he walked over as quietly as he could as to not be detected before he slid into the seat next to Frederick. Pushing into his personal space per usual.

"Reading allllll by yourself, handsome?" He asked playfully with a cheeky fanged smile.

Frederick glances up when he hears Scott slide in, also seeing the elder vampire out of his peripheral vision. He closes the book on his thumb to keep his page, his other hand now moving to ruffle Scott's hair. History really does repeat.

"Not anymore, apparently. Hello, Sparkles," he responds in amusement with a raised eyebrow, a very faint smile on his face.

Scott smiled a bit more sincerely at the old nickname and ruffling of his hair. It used to be something he hated, but now it was something he had grown to like. Really, he'd probably be disappointed if Frederick stopped now.

"Hey, dork. Missed me?" He asked with a chuckle as he leaned over to peer at the book. "Whatcha reading?"

"Those wouldn't be quite the words I use," Frederick responds, a bit playful, leaning slightly against Scott.

He tilts the book so Scott can see the cover, " 'Weapons: A Visual History of Arms and Armor'. Humans have quite interesting ways of getting around their limitations, and they make advancements fairly quickly."

{{post finale / 2006!}}

Frederick's still hanging around New York, quite interested in the advancements humans have made over the years. A big city is a wonderful place to gain knowledge before he sets off again. The vast array of weapons certainly is interesting, especially modern guns, though he still prefers his own claws and fangs.

Currently, he's sat on the bench of a public park, reading a book he'd checked out from the library on the history of weapons, a black parasol kept steady in the crook of his elbow to shield him from the bothersome sun.

~ @ferral-fangs

The old tradition of Scott sneaking up on Frederick when he was sat doing something was one not forgotten, and history seemed to repeat itself to this day.

Scott had just been walking around into the park when he spotted the vampire, surprised he was still in New York, but not disappointed. He smiled, getting an idea as he walked over as quietly as he could as to not be detected before he slid into the seat next to Frederick. Pushing into his personal space per usual.

"Reading allllll by yourself, handsome?" He asked playfully with a cheeky fanged smile.

Frederick glances up when he hears Scott slide in, also seeing the elder vampire out of his peripheral vision. He closes the book on his thumb to keep his page, his other hand now moving to ruffle Scott's hair. History really does repeat.

"Not anymore, apparently. Hello, Sparkles," he responds in amusement with a raised eyebrow, a very faint smile on his face.

#frederick a.#the hunt continues

{{ i wanna bring this guy back. i miss Frederick

also sorta want to make a blog for Medusa, post-canon}}

#voices of the unknown

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An art for thy secret santa, @ferral-fangs

(I do very much apologize for the rushed sketch! My thumb is broken, so when I get out of my splint, I shall finish and color this to make it up)

"Oh? Thank you, I appreciate it."

// ooh I love it!! thank you :DD no worries no worries, I don't mind! take your time ^^

#Frederick A.#voices of the unknown

𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐝'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - Event 1: Friendship Bracelets

Across the floor there's several boxes of different kinds of beads and threads, enough materials to realistically make any kind of bracelet that's fairly easy to make. Because Avid wasn't entirely sure if there was one right way to make a friendship bracelet, he didn't think there was, but he'd rather be over-prepared than under-prepared.

Honestly Avid just hopes he's doing all this right, he's never been to a sleepover let alone hosted one. All he has to go off of what's normal for a sleepover is random word of mouth. He never even thought he'd know enough people to be able to do this.

The only instructions Avid gave was to start making bracelets, for others at the sleepover or someone else was up to the person.

Avid had opted to try using thread - though he just ends up braiding three different colored together. He wants to see what someone else is doing but he's nervous to ask.

Frederick sits crisscross on the floor, staring curiously at the beads and rolls of thread. He's not really familiar with sleepovers either.

He decides to just get a black thread, poking through the boxes of beads to see what there is, occasionally picking out a pretty bead or two.

Avid notices Frederick pick up a bead, the color catching his eye. He watches him for a moment before moving a bit closer, wanting to talk to him seemingly.

After a second he tilts his head to the side a bit, finally deciding on something to say.

"Hey, whatcha working on?"

Frederick looks up at Avid, nodding slightly in greeting.

"Hello, Avid. I.. honestly don't have a true plan for this. I figured it'd be good to first gather some nice-looking beads, and then figure out which among them look good together," he explains.

Avid's winter sleepover: Friendship bracelets // OPEN STARTER

Scott was a man of many skills, and his dexterity and use of his hands was definitely a highlight. For multiple reasons, but one of those is crafting. Honestly, Scott couldn't remember the last time he sat down and done something as silly as making friendship bracelets. They weren't really a thing for his time, but he was enjoying himself. He had a few different things in front of him. Colorful string, some shiny beads, some beads with letters, charms, ect. But right now, he was carefully weaving and braiding together a bracelet made of soft string. The pattern looked like flowers, red petals with a darker red in the middle. Like a poppy. Scott did have someone in mind for this, he had a few people in mind, but he waited for someone to approach him before he made one for them.

Frederick tilts his head as he moves to sit beside Scott, watching over the elder vampire's shoulder. His own work-in-progress bracelet is rather simple for now; just shiny crimson, black, and purple strung onto a black thread.

"You're good at that, sparkles," Frederick comments, watching Scott's hands weave the patterned bracelet into existence.

#Frederick A.#the hunt continues #dance the night away

𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐝'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - Event 1: Friendship Bracelets

Across the floor there's several boxes of different kinds of beads and threads, enough materials to realistically make any kind of bracelet that's fairly easy to make. Because Avid wasn't entirely sure if there was one right way to make a friendship bracelet, he didn't think there was, but he'd rather be over-prepared than under-prepared.

Honestly Avid just hopes he's doing all this right, he's never been to a sleepover let alone hosted one. All he has to go off of what's normal for a sleepover is random word of mouth. He never even thought he'd know enough people to be able to do this.

The only instructions Avid gave was to start making bracelets, for others at the sleepover or someone else was up to the person.

Avid had opted to try using thread - though he just ends up braiding three different colored together. He wants to see what someone else is doing but he's nervous to ask.

Frederick sits crisscross on the floor, staring curiously at the beads and rolls of thread. He's not really familiar with sleepovers either.

He decides to just get a black thread, poking through the boxes of beads to see what there is, occasionally picking out a pretty bead or two.

#Frederick A.#the hunt continues #dance the night away

ofwolvesandghosts

MIDWINTER WEEK ~ BATTLE OF SNOW AND ICE

For the first planned event, just before sunrise, Ama led the guests out of the clearing and into an area filled with snow. The mountain rose high on one side and the trees offered safe areas of shade.

"Our first event will be a snow battle, I'm sure you're all familiar with the concept. It will be a good way to bond and release any lingering aggressivity you may hold to ensure a peaceful festival. You may construct forts and form teams, but if you have any questions, ask them quickly. The battle begins in fifteen minutes."

"Oh? How fun," Frederick smiles slightly, looking around for someone to ally with.

#frederick a.#the hunt continues #dance the night away

"You look like you…make for very good company." {From Gabriel}

"Oh? Why thank you, I try," Frederick looks up at Gabriel, a soft and affectionate smile spreading across his face, "I do appreciate that, my dear."

#frederick a.#letters on the wind #Oakhurst Hunts #the hunt begins

mad-hatter-memes

Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that!

( Ex: "You look like you bite people." or "You look like you get mad when someone doesn't say "bless you" when you sneeze." )

#frederick a.#would you like a story?

Post-Finale!

Frederick walks down a sidewalk of New York, a dark parasol in his hand, leaning against his shoulder. Considering it's actually quite warm and bright today, it fits in fairly well... However, the rest of his rather gothic outfit and long coat is.. questionable for the average human. He supposes if anyone questions him, he can just say he's a 'cosplayer'.

He's decided on a whim to take a short break from his Hunt, and stop by in the human city since it was fairly close by.

He sees a flash of white in the corner of his eye, and his head snaps over at the out of place sight, something telling him to pay more attention.

His eyes widen slightly as he recognizes Scott, and he smiles slightly, waving politely to the elder Vampire.

"Hello there, Scott. It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

– @ferral-fangs

Scott was simply on his way to the store to pick up some things when he stopped dead in his tracks, hearing a very familiar voice. He turned to see Frederick and gasped, not even taking in his outfit before he was running up to him and jumping at him for a hug, laughing as they landed against him and wrapped his arms around Frederick.

"Frederick! What the hell are you doing here!?" He asked, sounding happy to see him, and shocked.

Frederick chuckles , almost dropping his parasol as he stumbles slightly from Scott basically flinging himself at him. He wraps his arms around Scott in return, smile widening.

"I decided to take a short break and happened to be nearby. I can't spend all of my eternity away from everyone, no? I'm quite glad to see you," he responds quite happily, though still carrying his usual fairly calm tone.

"I'm glad to see you too! Gosh, following me now are you? Stalking me? You really are obsessed." He teased, giving him a squeeze before pulling away slightly to look up at him. Arms still wrapped around him.

"But what have you been doing, hun? Still wearing that? It's not the 1800's anymore y'know."

"Well, old habits die hard, don't they?" Frederick teases back, ruffling Scott's hair with a soft laugh.

"I've mainly been hunting; it's going fairly well. I think this outfit is quite nice... it's more casual than my 'work' outfit, and quite comfortable too," he tilts his head thoughtfully.

Scott giggled at the ruffling of his hair, just like old times. He couldn't really complain, just fixed his hair with a 'tch' and smile, rolling his eyes. He looked Frederick up and down and hummed, raising eye brow.

"Never thought I see the day you're in a dress. But what are you hunting exactly?"

Frederick chuckles as Scott fixes his hair, amused. At the mention of his attire, he simply shrugs, "It's suprisingly comfortable, and looks quite nice. And also surprisingly cheap... As for my hunt, simply anything thrilling to fight and kill. Truthfully, that was my plan even when I got to Oakhurst, but, well.. that went awry," he glances away.

Truthfully, when he first found out Scott was a powerful, millenia-old vampire, Frederick had kinda wanted to kill him for the thrill of it. Instead, they ended up bonding before he could figure out what actually kills a vampire in the first place. The beacons keeping everyone in town had also stopped Frederick from actually attacking any of the vampires; he didn't want to be trapped in a small area with several entities wanting him dead in revenge.

"I mean, I agree. You look nice. I've had my fair share of dresses in my day, just none recently. I should get back on that maybe.." he thought, looking Frederick up and down before looking back up to his eyes. Moving to brush up against his side affectionately. It had been awhile since he saw Frederick, and he was always cat like, so it wasn't unusual of him.

"You should come back to my place! Me and Shelby live together in this really nice apartment. You'll be amazed."

"Why thank you. I think you should as well," he chuckles softly. Frederick pets Scott's hair affectionately, deciding to spare the elder Vampire from full-on ruffling his hair again.

"Oh? That sounds wonderful. I'd be quite interested in visiting," he smiles, actually allowing his teeth to show unlike his usually closed-lip smiles in Oakhurst.

Scott smiled softly, a soft purr tumbling in his throat as he was pet. He really was like a cat. His eyes opened again to look back up at him.

"Well, I'm on the way to the store to get some things, but if you wanna tag along you can come home with me after?"

"Oh? That sounds fun, I'd love to," he agrees with a nod, his hand resting on Scott's head for a moment longer before moving to rest at Frederick's side again. Scott's cat like behavior and purring still was quite adorable, really.

#lmao no worries no worries #take your time ^^

Post-Finale!

Frederick walks down a sidewalk of New York, a dark parasol in his hand, leaning against his shoulder. Considering it's actually quite warm and bright today, it fits in fairly well... However, the rest of his rather gothic outfit and long coat is.. questionable for the average human. He supposes if anyone questions him, he can just say he's a 'cosplayer'.

He's decided on a whim to take a short break from his Hunt, and stop by in the human city since it was fairly close by.

He sees a flash of white in the corner of his eye, and his head snaps over at the out of place sight, something telling him to pay more attention.

His eyes widen slightly as he recognizes Scott, and he smiles slightly, waving politely to the elder Vampire.

"Hello there, Scott. It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

– @ferral-fangs

Scott was simply on his way to the store to pick up some things when he stopped dead in his tracks, hearing a very familiar voice. He turned to see Frederick and gasped, not even taking in his outfit before he was running up to him and jumping at him for a hug, laughing as they landed against him and wrapped his arms around Frederick.

"Frederick! What the hell are you doing here!?" He asked, sounding happy to see him, and shocked.

Frederick chuckles , almost dropping his parasol as he stumbles slightly from Scott basically flinging himself at him. He wraps his arms around Scott in return, smile widening.

"I decided to take a short break and happened to be nearby. I can't spend all of my eternity away from everyone, no? I'm quite glad to see you," he responds quite happily, though still carrying his usual fairly calm tone.

"I'm glad to see you too! Gosh, following me now are you? Stalking me? You really are obsessed." He teased, giving him a squeeze before pulling away slightly to look up at him. Arms still wrapped around him.

"But what have you been doing, hun? Still wearing that? It's not the 1800's anymore y'know."

"Well, old habits die hard, don't they?" Frederick teases back, ruffling Scott's hair with a soft laugh.

"I've mainly been hunting; it's going fairly well. I think this outfit is quite nice... it's more casual than my 'work' outfit, and quite comfortable too," he tilts his head thoughtfully.

Scott giggled at the ruffling of his hair, just like old times. He couldn't really complain, just fixed his hair with a 'tch' and smile, rolling his eyes. He looked Frederick up and down and hummed, raising eye brow.

"Never thought I see the day you're in a dress. But what are you hunting exactly?"

Frederick chuckles as Scott fixes his hair, amused. At the mention of his attire, he simply shrugs, "It's suprisingly comfortable, and looks quite nice. And also surprisingly cheap... As for my hunt, simply anything thrilling to fight and kill. Truthfully, that was my plan even when I got to Oakhurst, but, well.. that went awry," he glances away.

Truthfully, when he first found out Scott was a powerful, millenia-old vampire, Frederick had kinda wanted to kill him for the thrill of it. Instead, they ended up bonding before he could figure out what actually kills a vampire in the first place. The beacons keeping everyone in town had also stopped Frederick from actually attacking any of the vampires; he didn't want to be trapped in a small area with several entities wanting him dead in revenge.

"I mean, I agree. You look nice. I've had my fair share of dresses in my day, just none recently. I should get back on that maybe.." he thought, looking Frederick up and down before looking back up to his eyes. Moving to brush up against his side affectionately. It had been awhile since he saw Frederick, and he was always cat like, so it wasn't unusual of him.

"You should come back to my place! Me and Shelby live together in this really nice apartment. You'll be amazed."

"Why thank you. I think you should as well," he chuckles softly. Frederick pets Scott's hair affectionately, deciding to spare the elder Vampire from full-on ruffling his hair again.

"Oh? That sounds wonderful. I'd be quite interested in visiting," he smiles, actually allowing his teeth to show unlike his usually closed-lip smiles in Oakhurst.

#lmao no worries no worries!! ^^

Post-Finale!

Frederick walks down a sidewalk of New York, a dark parasol in his hand, leaning against his shoulder. Considering it's actually quite warm and bright today, it fits in fairly well... However, the rest of his rather gothic outfit and long coat is.. questionable for the average human. He supposes if anyone questions him, he can just say he's a 'cosplayer'.

He's decided on a whim to take a short break from his Hunt, and stop by in the human city since it was fairly close by.

He sees a flash of white in the corner of his eye, and his head snaps over at the out of place sight, something telling him to pay more attention.

His eyes widen slightly as he recognizes Scott, and he smiles slightly, waving politely to the elder Vampire.

"Hello there, Scott. It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

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Scott was simply on his way to the store to pick up some things when he stopped dead in his tracks, hearing a very familiar voice. He turned to see Frederick and gasped, not even taking in his outfit before he was running up to him and jumping at him for a hug, laughing as they landed against him and wrapped his arms around Frederick.

"Frederick! What the hell are you doing here!?" He asked, sounding happy to see him, and shocked.

Frederick chuckles , almost dropping his parasol as he stumbles slightly from Scott basically flinging himself at him. He wraps his arms around Scott in return, smile widening.

"I decided to take a short break and happened to be nearby. I can't spend all of my eternity away from everyone, no? I'm quite glad to see you," he responds quite happily, though still carrying his usual fairly calm tone.

"I'm glad to see you too! Gosh, following me now are you? Stalking me? You really are obsessed." He teased, giving him a squeeze before pulling away slightly to look up at him. Arms still wrapped around him.

"But what have you been doing, hun? Still wearing that? It's not the 1800's anymore y'know."

"Well, old habits die hard, don't they?" Frederick teases back, ruffling Scott's hair with a soft laugh.

"I've mainly been hunting; it's going fairly well. I think this outfit is quite nice... it's more casual than my 'work' outfit, and quite comfortable too," he tilts his head thoughtfully.

Scott giggled at the ruffling of his hair, just like old times. He couldn't really complain, just fixed his hair with a 'tch' and smile, rolling his eyes. He looked Frederick up and down and hummed, raising eye brow.

"Never thought I see the day you're in a dress. But what are you hunting exactly?"

Frederick chuckles as Scott fixes his hair, amused. At the mention of his attire, he simply shrugs, "It's suprisingly comfortable, and looks quite nice. And also surprisingly cheap... As for my hunt, simply anything thrilling to fight and kill. Truthfully, that was my plan even when I got to Oakhurst, but, well.. that went awry," he glances away.

Truthfully, when he first found out Scott was a powerful, millenia-old vampire, Frederick had kinda wanted to kill him for the thrill of it. Instead, they ended up bonding before he could figure out what actually kills a vampire in the first place. The beacons keeping everyone in town had also stopped Frederick from actually attacking any of the vampires; he didn't want to be trapped in a small area with several entities wanting him dead in revenge.

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