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?

[typemoonmoon]

[ If only someone told her to show those off more... ]

What exactly is it that you need to feed on? Magical energy?

[withbite]

[What were breasts for if not to show off?]

Blood.

[A singular word as he waited to see how she'd react to that. There'd either be ewws or potential curiosity. He'd prefer the latter, but if she was hundreds of years old, he wasn't sure if that put her in magical cat-girl territory (eww, cat blood), or something else equally non-palatable.]

[typemoonmoon]

[ She's not entirely sure of their purpose in the first place to be quite honest. Really, someone should tell her what to do with those things as well as the rest of her clothing. ]

You're an odd vampire.

[withbite]

[Oh, good god. Where was the fairy sex-ed section when you needed it?]

You've met many?

[typemoonmoon]

[ She just kind of wears clothing because it's the appropriate thing to do okay. ]

I've killed hundreds. [ Her voice doesn't shift pitch, the statement being as far away from a lie as possible. Arcueid has no reason to lie.

Much like she doesn't have a reason to talk to another vampire, but this is odd. He's asking for... victims? Blood? What for? ]

[withbite]

Good to know.

[Well, now he knew who he had to keep an eye on. Thanks.]

How about we keep the killing to a minimum here. I'm playing nicely.

[For now.]

[typemoonmoon]

[ Arcueid isn't capable of comprehending the difference between playing nicely or not. Her thoughts are scattered, but still the programming of what she is compiles them neatly.

He is towards the bottom of the list as a threat by his actions alone. Sad when not even a vampire hunter wants to kill. ]

By asking the hunt to come to you. That's why it's odd.

You're odd.

[withbite]

I'm multitasking.

[He was searching for donors and, well, playmates. But she, for all that she was hundreds of years old, seemed as naive to those things as Shaijimi, so it was best just to avoid that topic.]

I'm taking that as a compliment.

[typemoonmoon]

Multitasking? [ She knows the word, but fails to see how it applies to this very situation itself.

Plus that wasn't a compliment at all, but at least he seems pleased with her words. Why are the creatures from other worlds such oddities? ]

[withbite]

[Don't ask things you don't want to know the answer to.]

Mmhmm.

[And he was continuing being weird by leaving it at that.]

[typemoonmoon]

[ She wants the answers, it's her purpose to seek out knowledge of her enemies in order to defeat them. Arcueid is just dealing with the side-effect of actually caring about said replies. ]

This seems lazy overall.

[withbite]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

[typemoonmoon]

I just don't know to handle a vampire like you. [ Instinct says to kill him.

Instinct also says he's a low priority. What a strange programming error. ]

[withbite]

If you were a little less like a five year old in an adult body, I'd give you lessons.

[Even Damon has standards.]

[typemoonmoon]

Are you accusing me of not acting womanly enough? I could strip down and show you otherwise.

[ No Arcueid, don't do this on a public locket... ]

[withbite]

[Sigh]

Nudity doesn't give you maturity, sorry to say. Otherwise I would likely be a mature and responsible individual. And I'm not.

[typemoonmoon]

You're mostly covered. If you exposed yourself more often, it would probably help.

[ It would Not. ]

[withbite]

Normally I'd be fine with exposing myself, but I've found there are actual kids here and I don't really want to find out a medieval world's punishment for kiddy flashing.