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.]

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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?

[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]

[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.

[withbite]

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

You've met many?

[liven]

So you don't plan to hunt? Or is this in addition to hunting? Or if you can't catch something?

[ Most people would probably just be happy he's asking for willing volunteers...Shijima just thinks it's hilarious. Asking your food to let you eat it. Weirdo. ]

Oh? If you test it out, I want to see. You can use some of mine. [ Because...he might potentially die...and that sounds interesting.....................

She's really good with people........ ]

[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? ]

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[snakeskin_magus]

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

[withbite]

Mm, let's call it covering my ass. Until I figure out the way the dice fall here, I don't want to eat something that might burn right through me or kill me. Or kill something that won't stay dead and decide it takes issue with being killed in the first place. Know your enemy, blah blah.

[Well, hey. She was offering. And he was curious what ancient cat tasted like. Stefan would probably love her. Hey, there you go. If Stefan ever shows up, he has a girlfriend he doesn't have to worry about draining dry.]

I'll take that into consideration.

[liven]

That's boring.

[ Being reckless is so much more interesting!!! But no she gets that, and it's logical...it's just not as fun. So it's not even a biting remark. ]

Back here again...did anyone volunteer to let you do this to them last time?

[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.]

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[withbite]

Which part seems like a joke to you?

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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]

I had a few interested parties. I was hoping they were still here. The willing are fun for more things than feeding.

[Not that he hadn't killed and fed on a few of the natives when he'd been here last. There was that little excursion into the Seelie castle.]

[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.]

[liven]

You're looking for companionship.

[ Her tone says "ew". ]

I think that's an entirely different level of playing with one's food.

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[snakeskin_magus]

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

[withbite]

Not at this precise moment, but I wouldn't turn it down if it was offered.

[And not by cat-girls that looked like they were twelve.]

It's what happens when your prey happens to be the same species you originated from.