Video - Unseelie/Seelie (Post-dated to the 2nd)

[withbite]

[Hello there, Drabwurld. Have one slightly mussed vampire giving the locket a lazy smile. Is he calling from bed? Looks like. It may or may not be his own bed. Don't question that. Everything's covered, though, so no worries about scarring any delicate sensibilities.]

Some of you might recognize me, others might not. Either way, I'll keep this short and sweet. Since I'm back here again, I'm still going to need to fulfill those dietary requirements I mentioned last time. Which means donors.

[Not that he couldn't take what he wanted as he pleased, but he'd seen some of the things those here could do his last trip and the last thing he wanted was to find himself trying to have lunch with a witch and winding up with a few aneurysms for his trouble. Rude, witches.]

Again, only reply if you're either interested in offering or, I don't know, have a servant or whatever that's expendable. I'm not interested in playing twenty questions or show and tell.

[And that was as in depth as he planned on getting right now. People could offer or... he could get hungry enough to just take a risk and jump some hapless fairy. They were about the size of a juice box...]

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[typemoonmoon]

[ This locket is a strange thing. After Roa used it to taunt her, she discovered she could use it to watch how the others communicate. Before she could stroll through life without paying them any attention, but now that a spark of curiosity existed, she now found herself compelled to let it burn. ]

Dietary requirements? [ It's an innocent question from a woman with a child's smile. ]

[withbite]

[He took a minute to peer at her, not sure if she just looked young, like the cat-girl-thing, or if she actually was young.]

I need to put an age requirement on this. I'm not dining on minors.

[Damon had standards. Who knew.]

[typemoonmoon]

I'm over eight hundred years old. [ Despite being a tiny anime girl. Pulling the locket a bit further away, it should be a little easier to tell she's not a young age.

She just has the whimsical charm of a child. ]

Dining on... That's a strange way to put it.

[withbite]

[Breasts clued him into her being older than twelve. Good job.]

Is it? It's what it is. I need to feed and I need someone to feed on. Would you prefer munching?

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[liven]

[ These lockets are so strange. Shijima's figured out how to use hers easily enough, though. It's not any more complex than a cellphone, really. Her voice - and expression - are amused. ]

What sort of hunt is this? You're asking mice to come to you. That ruins half the fun, Damon. Do they come when you ask?

[ She completely disregarded the "only reply if" part, didn't she. And the "no twenty questions" part. But the vampire thing is still entertaining. ]

There are lots of inhuman mice around. Do they have to be human mice?

[withbite]

This part isn't the hunting part. This is more the... testing the waters for consenting meals. Which, in their own way, can be good. And you'd be surprised.

[Sex, Shijima. He was talking about sex, which made willing donors fun.]

I never got that far last time I was here. I don't even know if non-human blood is something I can digest.

[He was curious, though.]

[liven]

[ She doesn't care about that sort of thing..............sorry she doesn't see the appeal, Damon! ]

Is that so? I don't see the point in hunting something that wants to be hunted, though. That sort of thing squeaks less. [ It makes it harder to play with your food in the bullying them mercilessly sort of way, she thinks...cats. ]

Or if it would give you a stomachache?

[withbite]

[Must be a cat thing. Barbed penises would turn him off of sex too.]

I think it's a species difference. When I'm actually hunting, no I don't want them to want it. It's more fun that way.

[The Whitmores, anyone?]

Stomachache, potential death, who knows? I'm not the immortal one here, remember? It'd be a shame to find out troll blood was what killed vampires here.

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[snakeskin_magus]

What sort of joke is this? You're playing at satire, aren't you?

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[withbite]

Which part seems like a joke to you?

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[snakeskin_magus]

Well, when's the last time a hunter's politely asked venison to present itself before him?

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[enthraller]

[he knew nothing of this man's previous stay, but he'd been exposed to enough in his time here to have a good idea of what's been sought here.]

Which court are you in? I may have some men I can direct your way.

[men originally promised to the brucolac for the very same purpose, but that had only been in the case of his own death. but clearly, that hadn't happened.]

[withbite]

Unseelie.

[Well. That was a helpful little surprise. Ask and ye shall receive. If this panned out, he could hopefully avoid having to kill unless he needed to. For a little while, at least.]

How many are we talking about here?

[Because if it was more than four, he could do a weekly rotation schedule that would keep them from being depleted and keep him full.]

[enthraller]

I have a hundred soldiers and six manservants back at Caer Scima with nothing to do while I'm away.

[a statement delivered all too simply, and with a small smile.]

The soldiers, of course, I might have to call on at any point if things go badly. But I can see that they're available to you while they remain in the court. And I have no need for servants, so I can at least confidently say that those few should remain there indefinitely, if you were worried about planning for the future.

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[aureinsof]

[He fumbles with it a bit before peering a little too closely into the locket.]

Uhm, are you a monster in human form? Is that the problem? I can probably help then.

[withbite]

I suppose that all depends on your definition of monster. And I don't want help with that. I want help with my... requirements.

[aureinsof]

People are the ones who decide what a monster is, aren't they? But... I know some monsters, uhm, people, uh- [This is delicate wording huh.] -Well I guess what I'm saying is I'm used to helping out monsters as they are, so if you tell me what you need, I might be able to provide it. It's part of my duty I guess.

[baseborne]

Are you... planning to eat servants? [Oh my gods??? Because what else can you take from this message?]

[withbite]

I'm not a cannibal.

[He looked almost offended -- until he grinned.]

I plan on drinking them.

[baseborne]

[S...quinting. Is that some weird sex thing, then? Jon is going to hope that it's not and push on.]

You'll find that scarcely makes more sense, my lord.

[herotypical]

[ guess who doesn't care that you've asked only for legit offers? buffy summers, that's who. buffy summers doesn't care.

she sighs. ] Oh, you have got to be kidding me. [ because she can read between those lines. ]

[withbite]

Do I sound like I'm here for comedy hour?

[Don't judge, Buffy. He has a soul and he can actually heal people with his blood. Plus he was way sexier than Angel. Or Spike.]

[herotypical]

You just used the words expendable and servant in the same sentence. Publicly.

[ -- ] So yeah. I'd be happier if you were hack comic barely managing to scrounge together some laughs.

[ BECAUSE THE OTHER OPTION IS.... ]

NOT HERE.

[aliased]

[ you are on her list. the list of people to watch.]

DOESN'T SEE YOU

[withbite]

[Like those are the first pair of judgy eyes cast his way. Puh-leeze, Arya. Not like he's going to bang your sister.

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