Heroes, Great and Mighty (Exalted x World of Darkness)

[x] Get the groceries like you said you would. Also, a new set of clothes.

The worst part of shopping for a new outfit when your current one was in tatters was the stares. People were really bad at hiding the fact that they were looking at him, and it made the whole trip to the clothing store very irritating. Thankfully the manager had been sympathetic and had allowed him to stay and shop once he showed that he was neither homeless or crazy and had a wallet full of cash that he was willing to spend, and allowed him to take his time finding the right outfit without too much trouble. The fact that it was near closing time and everyone just wanted to go home for the day also helped. Calling the police would mean having to file an incident repot, and nobody had time for that nonsense.

After getting his new outfit, Malcom hit the grocery store and stuck to the essentials. He was in a cooking mood tonight, something creative to offset the destruction he had wrought earlier in the day. After a meal plan had been thought out and the food purchased, Malcom restocked on the non-food supplies. A bottle of ibuprofen, a box of kotex, some extra toilet paper, some extra toothpaste, and another bottle of glue and precision knife from the crafts section.

He had just finished checking out the last item when his phone rang, showing Naomi's number. Adjusting his grip on his bags, he answered the phone and used his shoulder to hold it in place as he walked to his car. "Hello?"

"Hello Malcom. Are you free at the moment?" Naomi's voice came through the other end.

"Not exactly, I'm about to go home and cook dinner. Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No, nothing pressing. I've received reports of Seer activity from a friend and wanted your input on whether or not it's something we should request permission from Valkyrie to intervene."

That was unexpected. Malcolm had assumed that he was her subordinate, or at least her junior, and was to follow her instructions.

"I can spare a moment later tonight." He said, setting the bags down and getting his keys out of his pocket to unlock his car. "I'm about to start driving though, can I call you back in a few hours?"

"Of course. I'll be available for most of the evening."

They exchanged their good byes and Malcom hung up, stuffing the groceries in to the trunk next to the lockbox that contained his handgun. He'd need to restock on ammo soon after the encounter with the ghosts.

Closing the trunk and locking it, he was about to enter his car when a loud cry caught his attention. It was a man's voice, yelling for help in the panicked tone that only someone about to die could make.

The cry caused Malcom to stop and listen closely. Maybe he had been imagining things. Maybe the shrill cry had come from someone playing a movie on their phone too loudly, or maybe -

Another cry rang out, this one louder, more desperate, more pleading for someone, anyone to intervene.

Malcom let out a sign that turned in to a growl of frustration as he slammed his car door shut and locked it. He did not need this right now.

Another desperate cry, this one cutting off in to a yelp of pain spurred him in to motion. He took off in a brisk run to where the cries were coming from, an alleyway that lead to the back of the grocery store were the loading docks were located.

"HEY!" He shouted. There were three figures crowded around a fourth who had collapsed on the ground, leading against the wall under the loading platform itself. He looked like he had been on the receiving end of a beating, with a bloodied face and what appeared to be a broken arm.

His tormentors, two men and a woman, had looks of sadistic glee on their faces that only grew more perverse when he shouted at them. Despite the dark, Malcom could clearly see the prolonged canines in their mouthes that betrayed their nature.

Vampires.

Be it luck or circumstances, Malcom had yet to encounter any vampires beyond Pricilla. Now that he was face to face with them, he could understand why people were so scared of them. There was a palpable aura of predatory malice that hung about them, like a shroud of malicious darkness that was almost physically tangible. Under his sorcerer's sight, their living forms faded away, betraying them as walking cadavers that were eternally compelled to hunt and seek the lifeblood of others.

"Keep walking sweetie, this doesn't concern you." Said the woman of the trio, sauntering towards him with her hips swaying. Like the other two, she was dressed in a provocative, trendy outfit that looked more in place at a nightclub than the back of the streets.

"Please! Mister! Help me!" Shouted the figure on the ground, turning towards him and reaching out in desperation. He wasn't human, Malcom could tell that much. There was a tangible aura of eldritch power around him, but it wasn't something Malcom was familiar with.

Malcom had been told that Boston was bad, that the vampires ran things and the Seers enabled them. He had been told that the other supernatural factions were abused and treated like second class citizens, and that any attempts to push back against this treatment were met with vicious retaliation.

It was one thing to be told these things, and quite another to see it in action.

"Don't pay attention to that, how about you come with me." The female vampire had come within arms reach, and he could feel a faint pressure in his head, like something was trying to force him to stop thinking an just pay attention to the woman in front of him. Her cherry red lips and low cut top made the compulsion all the more enticing.

"How about it handsome? Want to have some fun?" She whispered huskily, drawing a finger across his jawline. She leaned in close, mouth opening with her tongue running along her gleaming white canines.

Pick two:
[] Tell her to fuck off.
[] Push her away.
[] Crush her hand.