i: The Temple/City

He arrived in the temple and once he ascertained that he could claim sustenance for himself that wouldn't come straight from the source, so to speak, he loaded his satchel up with little packets of plasma- or what he could only assume was the equivalent, since a sampling from one tasted like what he was used to blood tasting like. He fed himself because not doing so just strained his control unnecessarily. He could go long periods without a feeding, but in a new situation with no idea of what he could expect to experience, it seemed wise to be at his best and without adding strain he didn't need.

He can be found either inside the High Temple loading up on things, or out in the city, trying to gauge what the heartbeat of this particular one held. Every city had a mood, a theme, a way that it flowed. There was always an area darker than others, a place where violence breathed. He found himself wandering the streets, wanting to find the layout of this particular body of people. This one, being near the sea, made it smell like salt and brine and wood and fish.

Perhaps you recognize him from before, or maybe you notice the scrywatch on his wrist, marking him as a Traveler. Or maybe you do something to draw his attention.

ii: The Masquerade

Happenstance has landed him in the middle of a masquerade party. It had been ages since he'd been to one, but in an odd moment of lapsed time, he found himself wearing a mask. After a few attempts to remove it, he found himself resigned to it until the way to take it off revealed itself. He kept a weather eye out for anyone wearing one removing it, trying to find the secret to doing so. He was also somewhat curious about the sigil he found on himself, and that others also seemed to be wearing. Vlad wasn't entirely satisfied with the answer of 'It's a secret'.

But while he was there, he supposed he should try to enjoy it a little. Just a little. The music wasn't horrible, and the laughter that moved through the party like an audible wave drew his attention. He could perhaps be talked into a dance, or maybe drawn into a conversation.

iii: Lost Carcosa

He finds the jeweled skull, the scent of spices and herbs around the body making him wonder if this place has the same burial rites as some cultures in his homeworld do. Most of those practices were outdated in his current time, but washing the body in spices wasn't a foreign practice.

As he sat himself down, drawn by the grinning skull into a sense of something other, he found himself thinking of those lost things. His youth. His safety. His wife. Son. People. His soul... It bubbled up in his chest, rising up until it was something he could taste in the back of this throat, thick on his tongue as the need to speak rose in him. "I miss her the most," comes quietly from him, his head bowed down.

iv: Wildcard

(Vlad can be found in most scenarios available, or via scrywatch for anyone who wants to call to him from cr started on the TDM. Please feel free to PM or PP if there's something specific you'd like to have set up, or just go nuts and start something.)