A Corvid Vampire Hunter

Or: what if Philza was on Vampires

[philzaofoakhurst]

Good Evening.

*A man draped in a worn green cloak and carrying a few weapons approaches Oakhurst with a sigh of relief. After his long travels he is grateful to have a place to rest, although the town of Oakhurst brings back... unpleasant memories.*

EDIT: *Vampires Phil can be seen around the woods as both a human and a bat, but will generally try to avoid bumping into others at the moment, talk with him if you dare*

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Feel free to rp/interact with me at anytime! I'm open to anything that's not NSFW, and I am happy to do shipping as well!

all non-rp accounts are assumed to be crows until told otherwise!

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OOC: Hiii! first RP blog kinda nervous. Shoutout to the person behind the V!Cherri blog for enabling me :3

anything in tags is OOC!

all thoughts on VSMP characters are tagged with #corvid's thoughts for RP accounts who want to know what Phil's thoughts on their characters are (not fully done with the main cast lol)

all asks are tagged with #crow's song

[philzaofoakhurst]

Heyo! Been a bit! I just wanted to come on here and say that I’ve recently started a vampires roleplay with a friend that includes the usual characters, Phil, my other roleplay account ( @dreamyoftheforest ), and two of his characters, Rose and Jake!

All that to say that there may be activity on this blog talking about that lol, feel free to send in asks about it and such!

[enlistedepilogue]

{ Post finale open starter! Survivors and ghosts more than welcome to interact:3 }

Apo said she would never return to Oakhurst. And truly she didn’t really want to. But somewhere after Apo had told Cherri everything, her partner had insisted on going back to mourn her friends.

Martyn and Ren.. They didn’t even know if the two were made graves. Apo designed a few schematics on the carriage ride over just in case. It had been a few years since she left, since she discarded their militia shield and put Oakhurst behind her as a more-than-morbid unignorable dream.

If she remembered correctly, Pearl and Cleo had stayed behind to rebuild, to live in Oakhurst. Apo didn’t know if they were still there though, plans could change quickly even with the longer lifespan they had been cursed with. A curse Apo was grappling with still, but Cherri had proven to become a big help with that, providing reassuring words and snapping her out of her misery in a way Cherri had been doing since before they fell in love.

Apo missed Cherri, even if she was only leaving her for a short while to revisit her past. Oakhurst. Apo landed out of bat form to walk up to rebuilt gates, everything was much more advanced than it had been left.

She glanced around but didn’t spot anyone at first glance. A relieved sigh, good, revisiting her past didn’t mean she wanted to talk to it.

It didn’t take long to travel out to Ren’s old cabin and spot the militia banners waving in the air, in surprisingly good condition for being out in the elements. Apo kneeled in between them, she wasn’t a religious person and didn’t see a need to pray, but she could wish them well.

“Hi guys.” She said, eyes closed to prevent them from awkwardly glancing around. “Sorry it took me so long to like visit and stuff.” Her hands fiddled with the ruffles on her dress. “I didn’t wanna risk running into Scott again. I’m sure you both get that though.” The joke fell a little flat with no one to reply.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"mourning the dead?"

Philza seemingly appears out of nowhere.

[enlistedepilogue]

“Jesus christ-!” Apo yelled, flailing for a moment and falling back, catching herself the last moment.

Ah. It was this guy. Apo never quite got to take care of him for what he did to their beloved. Her eyes narrowed. “What business is it to you?”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I was simply curious is all. Martyn and Ren were rather interesting characters to me and I did wish to pay my respects."

he raised an eyebrow

"you were... cherri's partner, no?"

[enlistedepilogue]

“I am Cherri’s partner.” They were still happy and well thank you. Apo’s already pissed off expression simply darkened, not pleased with Phil of all people bringing her up. Not with what he did.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"ah. I see."

Phil's expression did not change

[enlistedepilogue]

The lack of words was probably more angering than anything else he could’ve replied with. It prompted Apo to stand up and roughly dust off her skirt, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

“You see?” She asked, indignant. “That’s it??”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"you want me to say more?"

Phil tilts his head, red eyes cold

[enlistedepilogue]

“Not really. I kind of don’t want to talk to you at all.” She wanted to bash his skull in before driving a stake through his chest. But here they were.

“You came up to me.” She stated accusingly.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I came to the graves."

Phil clarified,

"then asked if you were there for them too."

[enlistedepilogue]

She raised an eyebrow, glancing back down where she had been kneeling only a moment ago. “Yep. I was here for them.” She felt it kind of obvious, why else would she be directly infront of them? Talking to them?

This man pissed her off.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil nodded,

“Ignore me then.”

He tried not to think about how this woman could definitely attempt to attack him, opting to take his hat off and nod respectfully

[enlistedepilogue]

She tried. Standing next to Phil, mourning in turn.

It didn’t last more than a few minutes.

“Why’d you do it.” She doesn’t elaborate, Cherri was the only thing connecting her to him. The source of her anger. Apo licked over her fangs in her mouth.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I was hungry beyond control.”

He didn't look at Apo.

“Isnt that the reason we all do it?”

[enlistedepilogue]

Apo wasn’t even hungry and she could think of a few reasons right then, staring down Phil.

“But why her.” She said sharply, not even bothering to deny the claim of hunger and what it could do.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"she was who was closest."

Phil folded his arms

[enlistedepilogue]

Her eyes narrowed, a glare intensifying that didn’t leave when Apo pried her eyes away to look towards the grave once more.

“I see.”

She was going to kill this man.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil eyed the military woman, face stony.

[enlistedepilogue]

If she were still alive, this would’ve been where she steadied her breathing, thought critically at first about the situation and then let her brain go numb to shy away from the bloodshed her axe committed.

But Apo was not longer alive, so instead she let her nails grow slowly until they were sharp enough to break skin. Her lungs were dead and unmoving. It was almost reflex in the way she jumped, claws aiming quickly for his throat.

Where the sight of violence used to make her throat hitch, it now appeared the best decision she could ever make.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil jumped, taking the hit as he staggered back.

"what on-"

he assumed a defensive position and growled, claws appearing

[enlistedepilogue]

Apo took his surprise to her advantage, ignoring his stance and throwing herself at him recklessly. Both of them had the vampiric strength but she was still quite smaller than the other so it was unlikely to do much.

“You deserve this!” She yelled out, keeping in mind the two stakes she had in her satchel incase she did wind up running into someone from her past. They’d be hard to get to if she needed them, but they were there.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"don't make me do something I will regret."

Phil hissed, stepping back. He let his own come out as his red eyes hardened. He didn't want to have Cherri on his ass again, but the fight was inevitable

[enlistedepilogue]

Apo’s face flashed with fury once again, with every step back he took she closed the distance just as fast. “Your face should be a regret!” She growled out.

Okay look she never claimed to be the best at combat talking. Or.. talking in general.

Maybe she should just keep quiet. She slashed forward again with her claws.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil continued to defend himself, taking a few steps back to brace for Apo’s attack. Once he found an opening, he swiftly swiped at her,

[erimeart]

guess what I finally started watching :)

[enlistedepilogue]

{ Post finale open starter! Survivors and ghosts more than welcome to interact:3 }

Apo said she would never return to Oakhurst. And truly she didn’t really want to. But somewhere after Apo had told Cherri everything, her partner had insisted on going back to mourn her friends.

Martyn and Ren.. They didn’t even know if the two were made graves. Apo designed a few schematics on the carriage ride over just in case. It had been a few years since she left, since she discarded their militia shield and put Oakhurst behind her as a more-than-morbid unignorable dream.

If she remembered correctly, Pearl and Cleo had stayed behind to rebuild, to live in Oakhurst. Apo didn’t know if they were still there though, plans could change quickly even with the longer lifespan they had been cursed with. A curse Apo was grappling with still, but Cherri had proven to become a big help with that, providing reassuring words and snapping her out of her misery in a way Cherri had been doing since before they fell in love.

Apo missed Cherri, even if she was only leaving her for a short while to revisit her past. Oakhurst. Apo landed out of bat form to walk up to rebuilt gates, everything was much more advanced than it had been left.

She glanced around but didn’t spot anyone at first glance. A relieved sigh, good, revisiting her past didn’t mean she wanted to talk to it.

It didn’t take long to travel out to Ren’s old cabin and spot the militia banners waving in the air, in surprisingly good condition for being out in the elements. Apo kneeled in between them, she wasn’t a religious person and didn’t see a need to pray, but she could wish them well.

“Hi guys.” She said, eyes closed to prevent them from awkwardly glancing around. “Sorry it took me so long to like visit and stuff.” Her hands fiddled with the ruffles on her dress. “I didn’t wanna risk running into Scott again. I’m sure you both get that though.” The joke fell a little flat with no one to reply.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"mourning the dead?"

Philza seemingly appears out of nowhere.

[enlistedepilogue]

“Jesus christ-!” Apo yelled, flailing for a moment and falling back, catching herself the last moment.

Ah. It was this guy. Apo never quite got to take care of him for what he did to their beloved. Her eyes narrowed. “What business is it to you?”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I was simply curious is all. Martyn and Ren were rather interesting characters to me and I did wish to pay my respects."

he raised an eyebrow

"you were... cherri's partner, no?"

[enlistedepilogue]

“I am Cherri’s partner.” They were still happy and well thank you. Apo’s already pissed off expression simply darkened, not pleased with Phil of all people bringing her up. Not with what he did.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"ah. I see."

Phil's expression did not change

[enlistedepilogue]

The lack of words was probably more angering than anything else he could’ve replied with. It prompted Apo to stand up and roughly dust off her skirt, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

“You see?” She asked, indignant. “That’s it??”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"you want me to say more?"

Phil tilts his head, red eyes cold

[enlistedepilogue]

“Not really. I kind of don’t want to talk to you at all.” She wanted to bash his skull in before driving a stake through his chest. But here they were.

“You came up to me.” She stated accusingly.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I came to the graves."

Phil clarified,

"then asked if you were there for them too."

[enlistedepilogue]

She raised an eyebrow, glancing back down where she had been kneeling only a moment ago. “Yep. I was here for them.” She felt it kind of obvious, why else would she be directly infront of them? Talking to them?

This man pissed her off.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil nodded,

“Ignore me then.”

He tried not to think about how this woman could definitely attempt to attack him, opting to take his hat off and nod respectfully

[enlistedepilogue]

She tried. Standing next to Phil, mourning in turn.

It didn’t last more than a few minutes.

“Why’d you do it.” She doesn’t elaborate, Cherri was the only thing connecting her to him. The source of her anger. Apo licked over her fangs in her mouth.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I was hungry beyond control.”

He didn't look at Apo.

“Isnt that the reason we all do it?”

[enlistedepilogue]

Apo wasn’t even hungry and she could think of a few reasons right then, staring down Phil.

“But why her.” She said sharply, not even bothering to deny the claim of hunger and what it could do.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"she was who was closest."

Phil folded his arms

[enlistedepilogue]

Her eyes narrowed, a glare intensifying that didn’t leave when Apo pried her eyes away to look towards the grave once more.

“I see.”

She was going to kill this man.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil eyed the military woman, face stony.

[enlistedepilogue]

If she were still alive, this would’ve been where she steadied her breathing, thought critically at first about the situation and then let her brain go numb to shy away from the bloodshed her axe committed.

But Apo was not longer alive, so instead she let her nails grow slowly until they were sharp enough to break skin. Her lungs were dead and unmoving. It was almost reflex in the way she jumped, claws aiming quickly for his throat.

Where the sight of violence used to make her throat hitch, it now appeared the best decision she could ever make.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil jumped, taking the hit as he staggered back.

"what on-"

he assumed a defensive position and growled, claws appearing

[enlistedepilogue]

Apo took his surprise to her advantage, ignoring his stance and throwing herself at him recklessly. Both of them had the vampiric strength but she was still quite smaller than the other so it was unlikely to do much.

“You deserve this!” She yelled out, keeping in mind the two stakes she had in her satchel incase she did wind up running into someone from her past. They’d be hard to get to if she needed them, but they were there.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"don't make me do something I will regret."

Phil hissed, stepping back. He let his own come out as his red eyes hardened. He didn't want to have Cherri on his ass again, but the fight was inevitable

[philzaofoakhurst]

Def not like a plug or anything, but I did make another Vampires rp acct for my OC

@dreamyoftheforest

[enlistedepilogue]

{ Post finale open starter! Survivors and ghosts more than welcome to interact:3 }

Apo said she would never return to Oakhurst. And truly she didn’t really want to. But somewhere after Apo had told Cherri everything, her partner had insisted on going back to mourn her friends.

Martyn and Ren.. They didn’t even know if the two were made graves. Apo designed a few schematics on the carriage ride over just in case. It had been a few years since she left, since she discarded their militia shield and put Oakhurst behind her as a more-than-morbid unignorable dream.

If she remembered correctly, Pearl and Cleo had stayed behind to rebuild, to live in Oakhurst. Apo didn’t know if they were still there though, plans could change quickly even with the longer lifespan they had been cursed with. A curse Apo was grappling with still, but Cherri had proven to become a big help with that, providing reassuring words and snapping her out of her misery in a way Cherri had been doing since before they fell in love.

Apo missed Cherri, even if she was only leaving her for a short while to revisit her past. Oakhurst. Apo landed out of bat form to walk up to rebuilt gates, everything was much more advanced than it had been left.

She glanced around but didn’t spot anyone at first glance. A relieved sigh, good, revisiting her past didn’t mean she wanted to talk to it.

It didn’t take long to travel out to Ren’s old cabin and spot the militia banners waving in the air, in surprisingly good condition for being out in the elements. Apo kneeled in between them, she wasn’t a religious person and didn’t see a need to pray, but she could wish them well.

“Hi guys.” She said, eyes closed to prevent them from awkwardly glancing around. “Sorry it took me so long to like visit and stuff.” Her hands fiddled with the ruffles on her dress. “I didn’t wanna risk running into Scott again. I’m sure you both get that though.” The joke fell a little flat with no one to reply.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"mourning the dead?"

Philza seemingly appears out of nowhere.

[enlistedepilogue]

“Jesus christ-!” Apo yelled, flailing for a moment and falling back, catching herself the last moment.

Ah. It was this guy. Apo never quite got to take care of him for what he did to their beloved. Her eyes narrowed. “What business is it to you?”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I was simply curious is all. Martyn and Ren were rather interesting characters to me and I did wish to pay my respects."

he raised an eyebrow

"you were... cherri's partner, no?"

[enlistedepilogue]

“I am Cherri’s partner.” They were still happy and well thank you. Apo’s already pissed off expression simply darkened, not pleased with Phil of all people bringing her up. Not with what he did.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"ah. I see."

Phil's expression did not change

[enlistedepilogue]

The lack of words was probably more angering than anything else he could’ve replied with. It prompted Apo to stand up and roughly dust off her skirt, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

“You see?” She asked, indignant. “That’s it??”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"you want me to say more?"

Phil tilts his head, red eyes cold

[enlistedepilogue]

“Not really. I kind of don’t want to talk to you at all.” She wanted to bash his skull in before driving a stake through his chest. But here they were.

“You came up to me.” She stated accusingly.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I came to the graves."

Phil clarified,

"then asked if you were there for them too."

[enlistedepilogue]

She raised an eyebrow, glancing back down where she had been kneeling only a moment ago. “Yep. I was here for them.” She felt it kind of obvious, why else would she be directly infront of them? Talking to them?

This man pissed her off.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil nodded,

“Ignore me then.”

He tried not to think about how this woman could definitely attempt to attack him, opting to take his hat off and nod respectfully

[enlistedepilogue]

She tried. Standing next to Phil, mourning in turn.

It didn’t last more than a few minutes.

“Why’d you do it.” She doesn’t elaborate, Cherri was the only thing connecting her to him. The source of her anger. Apo licked over her fangs in her mouth.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I was hungry beyond control.”

He didn't look at Apo.

“Isnt that the reason we all do it?”

[enlistedepilogue]

Apo wasn’t even hungry and she could think of a few reasons right then, staring down Phil.

“But why her.” She said sharply, not even bothering to deny the claim of hunger and what it could do.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"she was who was closest."

Phil folded his arms

[enlistedepilogue]

Her eyes narrowed, a glare intensifying that didn’t leave when Apo pried her eyes away to look towards the grave once more.

“I see.”

She was going to kill this man.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil eyed the military woman, face stony.

[enlistedepilogue]

If she were still alive, this would’ve been where she steadied her breathing, thought critically at first about the situation and then let her brain go numb to shy away from the bloodshed her axe committed.

But Apo was not longer alive, so instead she let her nails grow slowly until they were sharp enough to break skin. Her lungs were dead and unmoving. It was almost reflex in the way she jumped, claws aiming quickly for his throat.

Where the sight of violence used to make her throat hitch, it now appeared the best decision she could ever make.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil jumped, taking the hit as he staggered back.

"what on-"

he assumed a defensive position and growled, claws appearing

[enlistedepilogue]

{ Post finale open starter! Survivors and ghosts more than welcome to interact:3 }

Apo said she would never return to Oakhurst. And truly she didn’t really want to. But somewhere after Apo had told Cherri everything, her partner had insisted on going back to mourn her friends.

Martyn and Ren.. They didn’t even know if the two were made graves. Apo designed a few schematics on the carriage ride over just in case. It had been a few years since she left, since she discarded their militia shield and put Oakhurst behind her as a more-than-morbid unignorable dream.

If she remembered correctly, Pearl and Cleo had stayed behind to rebuild, to live in Oakhurst. Apo didn’t know if they were still there though, plans could change quickly even with the longer lifespan they had been cursed with. A curse Apo was grappling with still, but Cherri had proven to become a big help with that, providing reassuring words and snapping her out of her misery in a way Cherri had been doing since before they fell in love.

Apo missed Cherri, even if she was only leaving her for a short while to revisit her past. Oakhurst. Apo landed out of bat form to walk up to rebuilt gates, everything was much more advanced than it had been left.

She glanced around but didn’t spot anyone at first glance. A relieved sigh, good, revisiting her past didn’t mean she wanted to talk to it.

It didn’t take long to travel out to Ren’s old cabin and spot the militia banners waving in the air, in surprisingly good condition for being out in the elements. Apo kneeled in between them, she wasn’t a religious person and didn’t see a need to pray, but she could wish them well.

“Hi guys.” She said, eyes closed to prevent them from awkwardly glancing around. “Sorry it took me so long to like visit and stuff.” Her hands fiddled with the ruffles on her dress. “I didn’t wanna risk running into Scott again. I’m sure you both get that though.” The joke fell a little flat with no one to reply.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"mourning the dead?"

Philza seemingly appears out of nowhere.

[enlistedepilogue]

“Jesus christ-!” Apo yelled, flailing for a moment and falling back, catching herself the last moment.

Ah. It was this guy. Apo never quite got to take care of him for what he did to their beloved. Her eyes narrowed. “What business is it to you?”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I was simply curious is all. Martyn and Ren were rather interesting characters to me and I did wish to pay my respects."

he raised an eyebrow

"you were... cherri's partner, no?"

[enlistedepilogue]

“I am Cherri’s partner.” They were still happy and well thank you. Apo’s already pissed off expression simply darkened, not pleased with Phil of all people bringing her up. Not with what he did.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"ah. I see."

Phil's expression did not change

[enlistedepilogue]

The lack of words was probably more angering than anything else he could’ve replied with. It prompted Apo to stand up and roughly dust off her skirt, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

“You see?” She asked, indignant. “That’s it??”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"you want me to say more?"

Phil tilts his head, red eyes cold

[enlistedepilogue]

“Not really. I kind of don’t want to talk to you at all.” She wanted to bash his skull in before driving a stake through his chest. But here they were.

“You came up to me.” She stated accusingly.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I came to the graves."

Phil clarified,

"then asked if you were there for them too."

[enlistedepilogue]

She raised an eyebrow, glancing back down where she had been kneeling only a moment ago. “Yep. I was here for them.” She felt it kind of obvious, why else would she be directly infront of them? Talking to them?

This man pissed her off.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil nodded,

“Ignore me then.”

He tried not to think about how this woman could definitely attempt to attack him, opting to take his hat off and nod respectfully

[enlistedepilogue]

She tried. Standing next to Phil, mourning in turn.

It didn’t last more than a few minutes.

“Why’d you do it.” She doesn’t elaborate, Cherri was the only thing connecting her to him. The source of her anger. Apo licked over her fangs in her mouth.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I was hungry beyond control.”

He didn't look at Apo.

“Isnt that the reason we all do it?”

[enlistedepilogue]

Apo wasn’t even hungry and she could think of a few reasons right then, staring down Phil.

“But why her.” She said sharply, not even bothering to deny the claim of hunger and what it could do.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"she was who was closest."

Phil folded his arms

[enlistedepilogue]

Her eyes narrowed, a glare intensifying that didn’t leave when Apo pried her eyes away to look towards the grave once more.

“I see.”

She was going to kill this man.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil eyed the military woman, face stony.

[philzaofoakhurst]

A magpie lands on Phil's shoulder, a letter in it's beak.

'Greetings Phil, I have heard from the magpies that my siblings are safe. Thank you. I may not have been able to fully live up to the terms of our deal, but I sense that you have joined Hitori's blood bond, so I hope that has proved ample reward. I will not be returning. Please keep them safe. Signed, M'

(@traveling-from-oakhurst (you don't have to respond with much, just trying to give Phil and the kids canonical closure))

Phil absentmindedly stroked the magpie before nodding. He was happy she was safe, and glad she felt she could leave.

He reached into his pack to grab his own paper and pen, drifting a letter about the state of the other children in return

[philzaofoakhurst]

Selene sits at Hitori's side at the beacon, staring almost numbly at the wall as her brother watches a worm crawl it's way across the floor. She looks up as Phil approaches the crypt.

"Hi Phil." She says quietly. Hitori, on the other hand, is instantly excited.

He grins. "Food? More food? More food, I teach how powers work."

Phil looks between the two,

“Yeah I have more food.”

He slings off the bag and hands it to Hatori with a smile before looking back at Selene,

“You ok there mate?”

[the-oakhurst-younglings]

Hitori grabs the bag and digs in. Selene sighs, looking past Phil to the world outside the crypt. "Mirai left with the others." She responds. "And Papa is dead, so... I don't really know if I'm okay. I'm alive, I guess."

"Mirai safe." Hitori comments as he consumes his meal. "Can feel it. Will say if she not safe."

[philzaofoakhurst]

"Mirai left?"

Phil frowned, looking down.

"I... I see."

He went quiet for a long while, gathering his thoughts.

"And you still remain for Hitori?"

[the-oakhurst-younglings]

She nods. "Papa is dead, so... there's really no one to take care of him. Other than you of course." She smiles a bit. "Thank you for helping us. I-I really should be saying that more often."

[philzaofoakhurst]

"Any time I suppose..."

Phil sat down, sighing to himself.

"... and the plan is to simply stay here?"

[the-oakhurst-younglings]

"We have no where else to go, so... yeah." Selene answers, picking at the sleeve of her blouse.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"... well I suppose I don't really have anywhere else to be. Not at this moment I suppose..."

he paused,

"I'll stay."

[the-oakhurst-younglings]

Selene stares up at Phil in shock. Hitori too seems caught off-guard by this news. "What?" Selene asks. "Really? Why?"

[philzaofoakhurst]

"Well... I'll be honest, I am a little tired of being a vampire hunter, at least for the time being."

he paused, exhaling slowly and looking down at his hands.

"And... I don't have much in the way of ties to human society at the moment..."

[the-oakhurst-younglings]

Selene smiles. She still looks very tired, but Phil's choice has obviously cheered her up a bit. "Thank you."

Hitori tugs on her sleeve, pointing to a corner of the crypt where a mouse was cautiously poking its nose out of a hole in the stone. He grins at Phil and Selene. "Watch."

The child stares at the mouse, tracing his finger in strange patterns on his palm. Red energy, just like that which Hitori had transferred from himself to Phil when he'd first gifted him the power, circles around the mouse. It crawls over to Hitori without fear, it's movements a little too perfect to be natural. The vampire grabs the mouse and bites into it's neck, draining it of it's blood.

He looks back up at Phil, obviously quite proud of himself. What the fuck.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil attempts to hide his uneasiness with a chuckle.

"that's rather interesting..."

he hums, eyes locked on the mouse's corpse

[the-oakhurst-younglings]

"You can do that." Hitori says, smiling. The young vampire's smile was always creepy.

Selene sighs. "He's been eager to show you how to use blood magic. I don't think it's worth it. It feels icky to use."

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I... see."

Phil nods, eyes not leaving the corpse.

"That is nice to know... I suppose."

[enlistedepilogue]

{ Post finale open starter! Survivors and ghosts more than welcome to interact:3 }

Apo said she would never return to Oakhurst. And truly she didn’t really want to. But somewhere after Apo had told Cherri everything, her partner had insisted on going back to mourn her friends.

Martyn and Ren.. They didn’t even know if the two were made graves. Apo designed a few schematics on the carriage ride over just in case. It had been a few years since she left, since she discarded their militia shield and put Oakhurst behind her as a more-than-morbid unignorable dream.

If she remembered correctly, Pearl and Cleo had stayed behind to rebuild, to live in Oakhurst. Apo didn’t know if they were still there though, plans could change quickly even with the longer lifespan they had been cursed with. A curse Apo was grappling with still, but Cherri had proven to become a big help with that, providing reassuring words and snapping her out of her misery in a way Cherri had been doing since before they fell in love.

Apo missed Cherri, even if she was only leaving her for a short while to revisit her past. Oakhurst. Apo landed out of bat form to walk up to rebuilt gates, everything was much more advanced than it had been left.

She glanced around but didn’t spot anyone at first glance. A relieved sigh, good, revisiting her past didn’t mean she wanted to talk to it.

It didn’t take long to travel out to Ren’s old cabin and spot the militia banners waving in the air, in surprisingly good condition for being out in the elements. Apo kneeled in between them, she wasn’t a religious person and didn’t see a need to pray, but she could wish them well.

“Hi guys.” She said, eyes closed to prevent them from awkwardly glancing around. “Sorry it took me so long to like visit and stuff.” Her hands fiddled with the ruffles on her dress. “I didn’t wanna risk running into Scott again. I’m sure you both get that though.” The joke fell a little flat with no one to reply.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"mourning the dead?"

Philza seemingly appears out of nowhere.

[enlistedepilogue]

“Jesus christ-!” Apo yelled, flailing for a moment and falling back, catching herself the last moment.

Ah. It was this guy. Apo never quite got to take care of him for what he did to their beloved. Her eyes narrowed. “What business is it to you?”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I was simply curious is all. Martyn and Ren were rather interesting characters to me and I did wish to pay my respects."

he raised an eyebrow

"you were... cherri's partner, no?"

[enlistedepilogue]

“I am Cherri’s partner.” They were still happy and well thank you. Apo’s already pissed off expression simply darkened, not pleased with Phil of all people bringing her up. Not with what he did.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"ah. I see."

Phil's expression did not change

[enlistedepilogue]

The lack of words was probably more angering than anything else he could’ve replied with. It prompted Apo to stand up and roughly dust off her skirt, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

“You see?” She asked, indignant. “That’s it??”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"you want me to say more?"

Phil tilts his head, red eyes cold

[enlistedepilogue]

“Not really. I kind of don’t want to talk to you at all.” She wanted to bash his skull in before driving a stake through his chest. But here they were.

“You came up to me.” She stated accusingly.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I came to the graves."

Phil clarified,

"then asked if you were there for them too."

[enlistedepilogue]

She raised an eyebrow, glancing back down where she had been kneeling only a moment ago. “Yep. I was here for them.” She felt it kind of obvious, why else would she be directly infront of them? Talking to them?

This man pissed her off.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil nodded,

“Ignore me then.”

He tried not to think about how this woman could definitely attempt to attack him, opting to take his hat off and nod respectfully

[enlistedepilogue]

She tried. Standing next to Phil, mourning in turn.

It didn’t last more than a few minutes.

“Why’d you do it.” She doesn’t elaborate, Cherri was the only thing connecting her to him. The source of her anger. Apo licked over her fangs in her mouth.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I was hungry beyond control.”

He didn't look at Apo.

“Isnt that the reason we all do it?”

[enlistedepilogue]

Apo wasn’t even hungry and she could think of a few reasons right then, staring down Phil.

“But why her.” She said sharply, not even bothering to deny the claim of hunger and what it could do.

[philzaofoakhurst]

"she was who was closest."

Phil folded his arms

[philzaofoakhurst]

OOC:

Hey guys! Sorry for like- dying on this acct, I’ve had a whole lot happen all at once (holidays, finals, and a family emergency) and it has killed my motivation for this roleplay blog.

I will be back!

Eventually.

Probably after next Sunday, things calm down after that.

But to everyone I am currently role-playing with; I promise I will reply eventually!

[philzaofoakhurst]

-VSMP Finale Roleplay starter-

(be mindful of spoilers)

Phil stared at Oakhurst.

He hated this place, it's taken so much from him, and so many others.

And yet... he was staying because of the two young vampires he'd promised he wouldn't abandon.

There were others who also remained; He caught glimpses of Cleo and Pearl every so often, and the graves that had been dug for those who died were often visited as well.

...

Phil's camp was messy from the chaos of the past week, and he could tell someone had ransacked it at some point in time. Though, he'd hardly been near it in the insanity, having let himself go just a bit too much (if his white hair and red eyes were anything to go off of)

he didn't mind his hunting gear being gone too much either. whichever poor soul had taken it probably needed it more than he needed it now.

he was done with hunting, at least for the next couple decades.

He sat down on the log and slowly began to take inventory of what was left, He didn't even hear anyone approach until someone was standing right next to him.

[ofwolvesandghosts]

The corners of his eyes caught flashes of white, green and grey, though there wasn’t a sound to catch.

“Staying, are you?” Ama’s voice danced just above him. There was a quizzical edge in her voice, balanced with what must have been a heavy dose of tiredness.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil jumped, hand going instinctively to his knife as looked around,

"... yeah."

He continued to look for Ama in the trees as he cleared his throat,

"you?"

[ofwolvesandghosts]

"No, I won't be," she said calmly, her tone leaving little room for discussion.

In a blur of green and grey, she seemed to appear in front of him, sitting cross-legged on the ground. "I already stayed much longer than I should have, and I've got people to go back to."

[philzaofoakhurst]

"of course, I don't blame you."

Phil sat back, setting down the bedroll he had been packing up.

"So Ama, this story been good enough you to keep record of?"

[ofwolvesandghosts]

She seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

“It’s not really a matter of ‘good enough’, really,” she started explaining. “It’s more about making sure history and the people who make it aren’t forgotten…”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I see.”

He sighed, glancing in the direction of town,

“This… is a good thing to record then… can’t have this happening again.”

[ofwolvesandghosts]

Ama nodded, a finger running under the chain around her neck.

“I trust the people staying here will do their best to prevent anything like this—” she waved vaguely to represent their situation “—from happening again.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"Well I'll do my best, that's for sure."

Phil shrugged, then let out a small smile

"as best as I can of course."

[ofwolvesandghosts]

“As I said before,” she started, allowing herself a smile, “what matters is trying every day to make the world a little better. I think you’ll do fine.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"One can hope"

he shrugged

[ofwolvesandghosts]

A quiet chuckle escaped from her.

“In the wise words of my auntie: ‘less hoping, more acting’,” she quoted, in part to herself. “But, if you ever feel yourself in need of a break, feel free to visit me sometime.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"Thank you. That means a lot to me."

He nodded his head.

"The same goes for you of course."

[ofwolvesandghosts]

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The corner of her mouth turned up into a small, dry smile.

“Hopefully next time I come here the place will be friendlier, less cursed, and less haunted.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"I... doubt it... but I think we can aim for less evil."

[ofwolvesandghosts]

“Less evil…” Ama echoed, her smile turning pensive. “That seems quite alright to me.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"yeah..."

he looks down,

"I will say that it is a pleasure to meet you."

[ofwolvesandghosts]

“Thank you,” she said. “I could say the same to you.”

She stood up, brushing the dirt away from her cloak and trousers in a few quick motions. “All of this has been an… interesting experience.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"indeed..."

Phil picks up the bedroll again

[ofwolvesandghosts]

Ama hesitated for a moment before asking: “Would you like any help with that?”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"... it would be nice."

Phil smiled,

"thank you."

[ofwolvesandghosts]

“You’re quite welcome,” she answered, smiling back before assessing the situation of the camp.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil continued to work on the bedroll, then looked at the state of his weapons, well- those he had left

[ofwolvesandghosts]

“Let’s see,” she muttered, in great part to herself. “Most things don’t seem to be too damaged, at least not beyond repair. You seem to have that under control. Weapons might need a sharpen and a polish. Other than that, if you plan on staying here you’ll definitely need some sort of food.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Always the kicker, isn't it?”

He sighed,

“I’ll have to look into livestock that’s been left behind.”

[ofwolvesandghosts]

Ama couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Well, look at it this way: being a farmer is usually much more peaceful than being a vampire hunter, and it seems to me that you need all the peace you can get.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"you have that right."

He sighed,

"I suppose it's a new leaf for all of us."

[philzaofoakhurst]

-VSMP Finale Roleplay starter-

(be mindful of spoilers)

Phil stared at Oakhurst.

He hated this place, it's taken so much from him, and so many others.

And yet... he was staying because of the two young vampires he'd promised he wouldn't abandon.

There were others who also remained; He caught glimpses of Cleo and Pearl every so often, and the graves that had been dug for those who died were often visited as well.

...

Phil's camp was messy from the chaos of the past week, and he could tell someone had ransacked it at some point in time. Though, he'd hardly been near it in the insanity, having let himself go just a bit too much (if his white hair and red eyes were anything to go off of)

he didn't mind his hunting gear being gone too much either. whichever poor soul had taken it probably needed it more than he needed it now.

he was done with hunting, at least for the next couple decades.

He sat down on the log and slowly began to take inventory of what was left, He didn't even hear anyone approach until someone was standing right next to him.

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“…well,” came a voice from behind. “The hair’s new.” Cherri looked him up and down as she moved out of the bushes.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Hmm?”

He looked over,

“Oh, Cherri. I thought you’d have left.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“Oh, I will, don’t worry. This place sucks, you won’t have to deal with me much longer.” They smiled. “I just wanted to make sure no one was going to go feral the minute we could all leave.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry.”

He sighed,

“But yeah I’ll be staying.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Her eyebrows furrowed in response, confused. “Why? This place is a hellhole. You literally got turned here, and you want to stay?” She cocked her head to the side.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Theres two vampire children I’m caring for now.”

He set down the pack he was holding

“As much as I hate this place, I cant just abandon those two.”

He paused for a long moment, staring off into space,

“I’m not much of a hunter anymore anyway.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Cherri paused, stiffening slightly. “There’s children here?” They took a step forward. “They turned children?!”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Long before your time Cherri… but still horrifying all the same.”

Phil shook his head.

“They don’t feel safe leaving, so I’m staying to help them with food.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

She fell silent. “…I see. I guess that makes sense.” She murmured.

“In that case,” She added, hauling some meat into view, “you can give them this from me.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Generous-”

He mumbled as he looks over the meat.

“…. So you're just going to go back to your home with Apo?”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“Mhm! And hopefully we never have to come back here again.” She tried to keep her tone playful, but there was such a sense of relief in it that it was difficult not to see through.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil nodded,

“Thats good. Really good. You go home and forget all about this. Live happy with Apo.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Cherri raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m forgetting this? Please, it’s kind of hard to forget Oakhurst of all places.” She paused for a moment, quiet.

“You can visit us, you know? I know we’ve had… differences and all, but it does seem like you are actually better now. I mean, if Scott fucking Goldsmith can ‘turn over a new leaf’, as much as I don’t believe that, then you certainly can.” They smiled at him, adding a playful: “but no more biting me, alright?”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"Maybe I will, if Apo lets me get within a mile that is."

Phil shrugged, eyes filled with a soft but unknown emotion.

"... And I'm flattered that you think that about me."

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Cherri rolled their eyes with a small smile. “Yeah, well… I’ll make sure you get out with your life, don’t worry.”

She stared at him, and her face softened slightly. “I think you’d be hard pressed to find many people who don’t think that about you, Phil.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil was quiet for a long time.

"sure. we can say it's like that."

He smiled,

"maybe one day it will be true."

[philzaofoakhurst]

-VSMP Finale Roleplay starter-

(be mindful of spoilers)

Phil stared at Oakhurst.

He hated this place, it's taken so much from him, and so many others.

And yet... he was staying because of the two young vampires he'd promised he wouldn't abandon.

There were others who also remained; He caught glimpses of Cleo and Pearl every so often, and the graves that had been dug for those who died were often visited as well.

...

Phil's camp was messy from the chaos of the past week, and he could tell someone had ransacked it at some point in time. Though, he'd hardly been near it in the insanity, having let himself go just a bit too much (if his white hair and red eyes were anything to go off of)

he didn't mind his hunting gear being gone too much either. whichever poor soul had taken it probably needed it more than he needed it now.

he was done with hunting, at least for the next couple decades.

He sat down on the log and slowly began to take inventory of what was left, He didn't even hear anyone approach until someone was standing right next to him.

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“…well,” came a voice from behind. “The hair’s new.” Cherri looked him up and down as she moved out of the bushes.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Hmm?”

He looked over,

“Oh, Cherri. I thought you’d have left.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“Oh, I will, don’t worry. This place sucks, you won’t have to deal with me much longer.” They smiled. “I just wanted to make sure no one was going to go feral the minute we could all leave.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry.”

He sighed,

“But yeah I’ll be staying.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Her eyebrows furrowed in response, confused. “Why? This place is a hellhole. You literally got turned here, and you want to stay?” She cocked her head to the side.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Theres two vampire children I’m caring for now.”

He set down the pack he was holding

“As much as I hate this place, I cant just abandon those two.”

He paused for a long moment, staring off into space,

“I’m not much of a hunter anymore anyway.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Cherri paused, stiffening slightly. “There’s children here?” They took a step forward. “They turned children?!”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Long before your time Cherri… but still horrifying all the same.”

Phil shook his head.

“They don’t feel safe leaving, so I’m staying to help them with food.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

She fell silent. “…I see. I guess that makes sense.” She murmured.

“In that case,” She added, hauling some meat into view, “you can give them this from me.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Generous-”

He mumbled as he looks over the meat.

“…. So you're just going to go back to your home with Apo?”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“Mhm! And hopefully we never have to come back here again.” She tried to keep her tone playful, but there was such a sense of relief in it that it was difficult not to see through.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil nodded,

“Thats good. Really good. You go home and forget all about this. Live happy with Apo.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Cherri raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m forgetting this? Please, it’s kind of hard to forget Oakhurst of all places.” She paused for a moment, quiet.

“You can visit us, you know? I know we’ve had… differences and all, but it does seem like you are actually better now. I mean, if Scott fucking Goldsmith can ‘turn over a new leaf’, as much as I don’t believe that, then you certainly can.” They smiled at him, adding a playful: “but no more biting me, alright?”

[philzaofoakhurst]

"Maybe I will, if Apo lets me get within a mile that is."

Phil shrugged, eyes filled with a soft but unknown emotion.

"... And I'm flattered that you think that about me."

[philzaofoakhurst]

-VSMP Finale Roleplay starter-

(be mindful of spoilers)

Phil stared at Oakhurst.

He hated this place, it's taken so much from him, and so many others.

And yet... he was staying because of the two young vampires he'd promised he wouldn't abandon.

There were others who also remained; He caught glimpses of Cleo and Pearl every so often, and the graves that had been dug for those who died were often visited as well.

...

Phil's camp was messy from the chaos of the past week, and he could tell someone had ransacked it at some point in time. Though, he'd hardly been near it in the insanity, having let himself go just a bit too much (if his white hair and red eyes were anything to go off of)

he didn't mind his hunting gear being gone too much either. whichever poor soul had taken it probably needed it more than he needed it now.

he was done with hunting, at least for the next couple decades.

He sat down on the log and slowly began to take inventory of what was left, He didn't even hear anyone approach until someone was standing right next to him.

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“…well,” came a voice from behind. “The hair’s new.” Cherri looked him up and down as she moved out of the bushes.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Hmm?”

He looked over,

“Oh, Cherri. I thought you’d have left.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“Oh, I will, don’t worry. This place sucks, you won’t have to deal with me much longer.” They smiled. “I just wanted to make sure no one was going to go feral the minute we could all leave.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry.”

He sighed,

“But yeah I’ll be staying.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Her eyebrows furrowed in response, confused. “Why? This place is a hellhole. You literally got turned here, and you want to stay?” She cocked her head to the side.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Theres two vampire children I’m caring for now.”

He set down the pack he was holding

“As much as I hate this place, I cant just abandon those two.”

He paused for a long moment, staring off into space,

“I’m not much of a hunter anymore anyway.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Cherri paused, stiffening slightly. “There’s children here?” They took a step forward. “They turned children?!”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Long before your time Cherri… but still horrifying all the same.”

Phil shook his head.

“They don’t feel safe leaving, so I’m staying to help them with food.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

She fell silent. “…I see. I guess that makes sense.” She murmured.

“In that case,” She added, hauling some meat into view, “you can give them this from me.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Generous-”

He mumbled as he looks over the meat.

“…. So you're just going to go back to your home with Apo?”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“Mhm! And hopefully we never have to come back here again.” She tried to keep her tone playful, but there was such a sense of relief in it that it was difficult not to see through.

[philzaofoakhurst]

Phil nodded,

“Thats good. Really good. You go home and forget all about this. Live happy with Apo.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

-VSMP Finale Roleplay starter-

(be mindful of spoilers)

Phil stared at Oakhurst.

He hated this place, it's taken so much from him, and so many others.

And yet... he was staying because of the two young vampires he'd promised he wouldn't abandon.

There were others who also remained; He caught glimpses of Cleo and Pearl every so often, and the graves that had been dug for those who died were often visited as well.

...

Phil's camp was messy from the chaos of the past week, and he could tell someone had ransacked it at some point in time. Though, he'd hardly been near it in the insanity, having let himself go just a bit too much (if his white hair and red eyes were anything to go off of)

he didn't mind his hunting gear being gone too much either. whichever poor soul had taken it probably needed it more than he needed it now.

he was done with hunting, at least for the next couple decades.

He sat down on the log and slowly began to take inventory of what was left, He didn't even hear anyone approach until someone was standing right next to him.

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“…well,” came a voice from behind. “The hair’s new.” Cherri looked him up and down as she moved out of the bushes.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Hmm?”

He looked over,

“Oh, Cherri. I thought you’d have left.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

“Oh, I will, don’t worry. This place sucks, you won’t have to deal with me much longer.” They smiled. “I just wanted to make sure no one was going to go feral the minute we could all leave.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry.”

He sighed,

“But yeah I’ll be staying.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Her eyebrows furrowed in response, confused. “Why? This place is a hellhole. You literally got turned here, and you want to stay?” She cocked her head to the side.

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Theres two vampire children I’m caring for now.”

He set down the pack he was holding

“As much as I hate this place, I cant just abandon those two.”

He paused for a long moment, staring off into space,

“I’m not much of a hunter anymore anyway.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

Cherri paused, stiffening slightly. “There’s children here?” They took a step forward. “They turned children?!”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Long before your time Cherri… but still horrifying all the same.”

Phil shook his head.

“They don’t feel safe leaving, so I’m staying to help them with food.”

[cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety]

She fell silent. “…I see. I guess that makes sense.” She murmured.

“In that case,” She added, hauling some meat into view, “you can give them this from me.”

[philzaofoakhurst]

“Generous-”

He mumbled as he looks over the meat.

“…. So you're just going to go back to your home with Apo?”