Domino je druga osoba u sobi, a ja sam Joey. Naše pisanje je razdvojeno, po redu jedno za drugim, a i vidi se jer on ima mnogo veći vokabular

.Domino  	One thing was for certain: Domino's inhabitant was much more afraid of death than Domino was himself. Asher's parasitic alter had really done him a solid by scooping him out of gunfire with that portal. Unfortunately the one that Asher had infected had somehow gotten itself to freedom, but at least they hadn't been lost as well. On the other hand, the DJ's body still looked like hell. He had picked the shrapnel out and stopped the bleeding with Asher's help but he looked like the zombie he more or less was. A little rest or a little magick would fix him up right quick, he was sure... but Domino's magick had been expended on the healing crystal. A quick trip to the general store and he had picked up some supplies to patch up the worst of the wounds that remained. Soon he had a few patches here and there hidden by clothing-- except for a wound on his head that was patched on the lower temple, near the ear. Had he paid for what he had taken? No, but who was going to stop him? Luminescent wasn't around; wisely, when she'd seen him coming through her seer skills, she'd scattered. Else he would have infected her too. What was a few bandages and medical supplies in compared with your identity and sanity, after all? Tama had been patched up as well, but she was mostly resting it off. Restless and missing his other half, Domino roamed the streets until he got to the Witch's Brew. Lids lowered and the entity within found and activated Domino's Sight, enduring the throb of pain from overusing his magick to gaze upon the parts of the ward that had been compromised and the parts that were Domino's. Perhaps he could help Asher... somehow. So much of that was his host's magick, after all. After a moment he turned off the Sight with another slow blink. Stupid host. Stupid little pool of magick.

Joey  	"Damn it, Domino." Joey continued repeatedly cussing out his name, lurking around the dark streets, jumping over puddles of warm rain and jogging for a bit before ending up taking a break, leaned on a bench, all worked up. When the fuck was the last time she was in any kind of condition for physical labor? Now's not the time to stress over diets and bikes, as Joey's been apparently living under a rock, without a word about an epidemic that's been spreading around this town, and boy, this is no ordinary town-- so the epidemic mustn't be ordinary either. Nevertheless, she's sure Domino would go out of his way to help as much as he could, so if whatever the hell's been spreading around got him, she's surely about to beat him up additionally for not taking care of himself first. Sure, he might be immortal, but killing isn't an only thing diseases can do. "Domino!" She cried from across the street as soon as his little figured could have been made out through the rain, and without paying much attention to anything besides him, she jumped over. "What the fuck happened to you," Joey said, heavily inspecting his face from different angles, before coming across his patched temple. "You look tired as hell, also patches? Have you gotten yourself into a fight? Have you at least beaten the fucker up?" She went on and on.

.Domino  	There was power all around, in many different directions; he could feel it nearly as much as he felt the tug to his fellow infected where they were. In his tired state it was driving him a little mad. He had already eaten, he really should be sleeping... But he wasn't. Perhaps it was some of his host's stubborness about taking care of himself wearing off on him. As for the host's consciousness, he was fairly quiet. The parasite had quickly learned to take advantage of Domino's claustrophobia and the DJ was captive in his own body. Boxed up, put on a shelf. He still poked through the box when he needed something, as he was about to here shortly. The being of power that shouted his host's name had his full attention before he registered the name used. Domino, that was him. Well, it was now, anyway. He barely turned his attention from the Witch's Brew as he heard the female voice cross the street to look at him, only a glance given over his shoulder to take in his appearance before he turned away again, playing the part of being caught red-handed. In the meantime, he was accessing what he knew of this one... but Domino wasn't giving it up. Damn. He'd have to keep trying and play along. At least he had a pretty good grip on Domino's strengths, skills (magickal and otherwise), and personality. It wasn't perfect, because he wasn't this Domino, he was a part of a hivemind, but this hivemind was excellent at adapting. Looking rather sheepish, he allowed the woman to examine his appearance and injuries. Right... this one needed constant babysitting, he remembered from poking through the memories. He fully planned to use the caring concerns of all these damn friends in his favor. And so he gave a shy laugh. "Now come on, does that even sound like me?" He gave a sleepy grin to the woman. Domino tended to get cagey about his own health and safety. He shrugged as if he didn't want to talk about it. "I-I'm alright, really. It'll heal quick enough. Just... some obsessed fans."

Joey               This was the first time ever Joey's gotten together with her friend, Domino, without accidentally leeching off his aura. She's proud to say, she probably has it under control, so no tasting weird energies, no detecting anything weird or supernatural, no nothing. It was just Joey, being herself, like before, when there wasn't a weird, magickal cross etched on her skin. She ended her examination after his 'explanation' and gave an almost-empathetic laugh. Of course he'd keep quiet about his health, but something wasn't right. That last line seemed weird. "Some obsessed fans?" She leaned in with an arched, skeptic brow, before backing off and sticking a cigarette between her lips covered in a day old dark-red lipstick, a bit smudged on the sides. "Fine, don't tell me. Keep your secrets." Her smug expression then quickly turned into a worried one, with her hands crossed and voice lower and more serious. "Have you heard about that epidemic thing that's been spreading around lately? From what I've heard from Blondie, it's pretty fucked up. I don't know the symptoms yet, or the way it's transmitted, but from the looks of you, you're beaten up, but safe. I'm glad I didn't have to stick some needles in you." She said, rubbing her chin with a smirk.

.Domino  	Gods... she felt delicious. Just being around her was a delight. So chaotic, as if she could feed him at any moment-- which was exactly what would happen if she fed from him, coincidentally. It would also allow the parasite a chance to attack her, use her as breeding grounds. He was frantically searching Domino's memories and knowledge for something, anything about her; he could tell that she was a leech of sorts. But Domino wasn't so forthcoming with the details. Of course he wasn't. Joey, though. He got that much. A music friend-- so he'd used the right alibi, he'd thought. They had history but what kind. Romantic, frenemies? Sexual? The DJ had bedded a lot of people, it didn't seem unlikely, but he couldn't be sure. He was only barely able to focus on the conversation, his hunt for information, and her delicious power all at once. The Witch's Brew and its resident wasn't quite as important at the second. He shrugged sheepishly when she expressed skepticism. Fine, he'd go with it being a secret. It worked. And as she went on about an epidemic, he looked gravely concerned. Domino knew what was going on around town when it was on a grand scale like that as he often had to report it. It was more believeable that he would already know. "Yeah... yeah. Crazy, isn't it? I was the one that told her." he lied smoothly, and reached up a hand to run through his rain-soaked black curls. "I should be alright. I'm not very powerful, myself... I'm very worried about Tessa, though. And Asher." Namedropping, as one does. "Good thing she's got that ward..." He glanced to Joey then and stepped closer. His brown eyes locked with hers, oozing with false concern and... something else. Desire, perhaps. Intimacy? Love? Look, go easy on the parasite, he didn't really know how all this human stuff worked aside from what he borrowed from his host and observed. But he thought if he could fluster her, perhaps he could set off her barely contained, chaotic power. "What about you, love?" he asked, softly. "...are you safe?"

In truth, Joey has to concentrate in order to keep her sponging away. With enough practice, it'll probably become an unconscious thing, but for now, constant attention is necessary. To his comment about Tessa and Asher, she shrugged and dragged her cigarette, before letting the smoke pour out of her nose and mouth. "Don't know them personally, but from what I know, the girl's a warlock or something, right? Don't worry, they can probably take care of themselves." She seemed cooled down and lost in thought, so any kind of Domino's unnatural movements of inner dilemmas went unnoticed, only until his forced intimacy. "Uuuuuhhh--" Just as he stepped closer, she stepped back. The locked in gaze was a bit weird, but hey, maybe Domino's trying to make some moves or something. He had girlfriends before, right? She obviously was flustered, as well as her energy which rose for a brief moment, but it was nothing that would break her concentration. He'd have to aim higher.

Girlfriends, boyfriends, what have you. His host's history was practically disgusting, and if this wasn't how the DJ tended to woo people he liked then it was only because his inhabitant hadn't cared to go over his courting habits or get the uh, nitty gritty details. Gross. So much more nasty than a good old fashioned plague as means to breed. Speaking of which, his host probably wouldn't appreciate the smoke as close to him as it was, but at least his current inhabitant didn't seem to mind it too terribly much. He managed to resist coughing, at least. Maybe it was because he was focused on that energy output he felt from Joey. Yes, that was close. He almost had it. He'd keep on in this manner. "You're probably right." He exhaled softly, smiling at her softly but keeping his gaze locked on her for longer than a friendly, passing glance. Perhaps he'd better not get aggressive yet. He'd be more believeable if he was like his host, and his host was quite passive. With an internal groan, he picked through memories and personality traits. Alright, he could do this. Make it believeable and sweet. Appeal to the connection of friendship between them, not just go for the gold. Bleh. He glanced back to the Brew for a second and then back to Joey. "Sorry to worry you, really. I guess, to be honest... I'm feeling a little worn down. I lost... a lot of blood. Mind walking me back to the motel?" He flashed her a customary sleepy grin. "...I could use some company. You've been on my mind a lot, actually."

Joey's been... on his mind? Has he been worrying about her, or is it something else, confirmed by his weird slip up just a moment ago. "Uh," she stuttered again, trying to figure to figure out what he meant by the comment. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been concerned about her, but something definitely isn't right and she can't point her finger at it. A gut feeling, a hunch, which she decided to ignore, unfortunately, declaring it as just a lack of sleep and some minor head trauma. "Sure, let's walk." She's staying at a motel too, so they could both head home and get some sleep. With one arm bent over with the cigarette and the other, wrapped around her torso, she led the way, not looking back. "What were you doing in front of Witch's Brew so early in the morning, out in the pouring rain?" Second part of interrogation may commence. "And by the way, please tell me you have an umbrella or something. I'm soaking wet." All she has is a thin hoodie thrown over a dark tank top, both already soaked. Fuck spring rain.

Visibly, he brightened, his grin widening to a smile-- just for a second, because you know. Had to play it cool! The smile was one part genuine, because he'd gotten her to agree, and one part false, because he wanted to look happy that his "crush" had joined him. This was weird, but maybe the weirdness would work in his favor, maybe. It was for the good of their little colony, after all. He glanced over his shoulder at the Brew one last time as he followed to walk beside her, wracking his mind for something to say, to do... to further his cause. Thankfully, she had something to say, and perhaps he could feed into that. "Sorry. I guess I-- I wasn't really thinking. I knew it was going to rain, but I guess I didn't remember what time the forecast said..." That seemed like Domino enough, at least. His parasite was as hopeless about keeping track of time as he was. He gave a helpless shrug and smiled again, going back to the previous question, which segued in nicely. "Didn't know what time it was just then, either... I thought I'd pay Tessa a visit, but she's closed down." Not that he didn't have a key he could use if the ward could let him in. He glanced at her as they walked. "You do look pretty soaked," he admitted, feigning a slight nervousness and clearing his throat quietly. "Joey, do you, ah-- would you like-- I mean, you look sort of cold... you could come up to my room and, ah... warm up for a bit, if you like."

His explanation about his whereabouts made perfect sense, given his awful sense of time and plain airheadedness. In addition, Tessa's his friend as far as she know, so it perfectly fits his story-- perhaps he was concerned about her well being too. Looks like there's nothing wrong with him after all. Just the good old, tired bean that he is-- or is he? The tables turned around again when he nervously invited her to his room to 'warm up'. There's no reason she couldn't warm up and rest in her own room, besides, she lives next to him in a sense, and it's too late for an ordinary cup of coffee or what have you. His intentions are completely shrouded in mystery, but it's still Domino, her only 'friend', so why the hell not. "Sure, we could find a movie or something to watch." Her pursed lips stretched into a smile and eyebrows rose in reappearing skepticism. As they approached the motel, her cigarette was long gone and instead, her fingers were occupied with her room's keys, spinning in circles. "How about you go prepare some popcorn or something, while I go take a shower. Get yourself cleaned up too." Joey winked tiredly before heading up the stairs. The short jogging has worn her out.

He watched her from the corner of his eye as she processed what he said. And then that wink. That meant his flirting was a success, right? Come to think of it, he was unsure. Perhaps his host would have been unsure in the same position. He chuckled softly, shyly, and then watched as she went ahead of him, debating. There was an android in Domino's room. He knew that much. He couldn't really wait for her there and for all he knew she might escape out her own window. Fuck it. He followed behind her. Without any experience being stealthy, he wasn't-- not nearly as much as he would have liked-- and so he probably came off as just as menacing as he actually was at the moment as his personal space encroached on hers on these dark motel's steps. Again, fuck it. "Joey. Wait." His voice lost the softspoken, Domino-esque quality. It was a comanding hiss. He was coming for her whether she liked it or not. Similarly he'd lost the ever-dreamy quality to his eye. They were focused on his prize and as Joey approached the stairwell he was right on her tail and pushed her into the corner in spite of the size difference, if she didn't knock him back quick. A hand slapped onto the wall on either side of the other musician and he glowered at her in spite of the couple inches of size difference. Right now? He was nothing like his host. He was powerful, he was scary. He was a predator. He smiled in spite of that. "I'm impatient."

Just in front of the stairwell, Joey hunched to light another cigarette, impatiently. His call for her surely was something completely different, and the fiend was caught on the spot. She just stood there, with her soaked back facing his way, in complete silence under the warm yellow of motel's lighting with drowned, faint noises of rain. The cheap lighter had gone out, but managed to light the cigarette, only for it to go out again. His voice had something serious, vile in it and Joey was not digging the vibe. "Yeah?" She finally turned around, anxious, only to see Domino's face in front of her, as well as his arms on both sides, eliminating any routes for escape. Something isn't right after all-- is he about to kiss her? He never struck her as a dominating persona, but if so, she might even like it. Pinned down, Joey listened to his words, almost in somebody else's voice, that creepy line, 'I'm impatient'. "Impatient?" Her eyes widened up, framed by black, messed up mascara. "Who the fuck are you!?" Her right leather boot lifted up, timidly kicking him in the abdomen. Even she was impressed by how high she lifted her leg, but it wasn't enough to push him back. Her energy's starting to itch.

In spite of the way it might seem, attempting to tower over the cowering musician as he was in spite of the size difference, the inhabitant wasn't feeding off striking fear into her. But he wasn't Domino, who would go out of his way to avoid badly startling someone or making them feel threatened. He wasn't paying any attention to how nervous she was aside from how it could benefit him. He was trying to get something out of her-- something he wasn't getting; simply doing what came natural. Survive, spread. He wanted her energy, and it would go over for him so much more smoothly if he could get it. But she wasn't giving it to him so willingly as he'd hoped. Perhaps the chaotic energy wasn't as chaotic as Domino remembered. Well, damn. And Domino would be so concerned by that tiny kick, too... He shifted, then laughed. It wasn't going to drive him away. He closed in on her, eyes settling on hers, then her lips, then back up to hers. "Domino, I'm told." he answered the question quite simply, and bit harshly into his own inner lip so it burst blood vessels. And yes, he attempted to kiss her. In doing do, if he was able, he bit roughly on her lip as he had done hers. Not a pleasant roughness-- if he was successful she was going to bleed, and so was he, teeth keeping a grip on her lip as long as he could as he forced his blood into the wound and down her throat. The result, unless she thought awfully quickly and acted with a rougness that would actually get her away from him, would be pain. A searing, invasive pain as the parasite spread roughly, harshly. It would encompass her and settle on the back of her neck where it would latch into her nervous system and black her out; not mercifully, because this coma would come with terror and nightmares, not peace. And if she released her very good grasp on her abilities, well, that would just be a bonus for him... it would help his process along, as well as sustain him a bit. Aid with the rest of that healing.

The plague-- it must be it. Joey has come to know what it's doing to people of this town, but far too late. With his cold, calm fingers sliding over her wet mascara painted cheeks and bloody lips closing in on her's, she let out a terrified sigh-- her only call for help nobody even heard. Surely, the scared fiend would fight back again, but now when she's realized what's happening and the sheer sight of disease-ridden Domino, who basically cared for her until she could stand on her own, trying to manipulate and do something evil her has her frozen in place, terrified shitless. As soon as his hemorrhaging lips came in contact with her's, the flickering eyes closed shut, filling her vision with nothing but complete darkness, the same one she's about to dive into for a long, long time. Amid the void, the fiend felt a sharp sting, and soon, her own blood started pouring over her jaw and down her neck. Their blood has mixed together and turned her trembling mouth into a fountain of blood-- her arm lifted to grab his, as if against its will, only to slam the wall behind her. She'd try to mutter something out, to curse him out or beg for mercy, but sadly, Joey's about to go along with Domino and the thought of giving up so easily was itching and growing in her mind, infuriating her, as well as the power inside her. She doesn't want to go without a fight... and she won't. Everything came to a stop briefly, at least in her head-- the rain stopped pouring, the stinging pain on her lip stopped as well. Everything stopped, and then, quickly sped up when her eyes opened wide and gave the infected Domino a malevolent, flaming stare nobody's ever seen. She looked angrier than ever. Alongside the sacrilegious wrath, the scarified cross on her chest was radiating a strong orange with beams of yellow light, shredding the air around it like brimstone does. "You motherfucker--" Joey deeply growled, grabbing Domino by the neck. The hand's coal-black, all the way to her neck. She's breaking limits-- but also scaring herself, causing the smoke to flicker, before throwing herself, along with Domino, on the ground into a bloodied puddle of rain. The other hand joined the one around his neck, burning the fingers into his flesh, before draining as much energy as she could. It'd be a lie to say the fiend remembered his immortality, because all she wanted at the moment was to take him out for as long as she could. As she was sponging in his energy and whatever was left of his magick, the smoke was shifting in circular motion around her arms and into her chest, without a scent, nor definable shape. She was done-- Domino's completely out of it, perhaps even dead, and right after barely lifting herself up in fruitless victory, Joey was too. The beaming light died out, as well as the black smoke. They were both left there, unconscious, in the pouring rain. Both infected.

A previously harmless and kind had backed her into a corner expressing what could easily be read as sexual intent, what he was trying to pass off as sexual intent-- of course she was frightened and upset. Anyone would be in her position; and while the DJ to whom the body rightfully belonged would have been horrified beyond words by what was being perpetrated under his guise, he didn't seem to be aware, properly bullied into a small place where he was barely aware of anything beyond the claustrophobia of being locked away. The parasite-possessed DJ didn't care about that fear, though. If her fear froze her in place so he could accomplish his goals, then splendid. If it got a flare of energy, even better. Best of all, he could feel it as his own illness spread from his own magick to hers, locking her into place as one of them. They were growing, thriving, spreading, surviving. What a rich town to feed in. It was better this way, wasn't it? It felt better. He wasn't deluding himself into thinking he was doing Joey and favors, exactly, but it felt right that more should belong to their ranks. It felt right that he had managed to spread it to this friend of his host's. He'd done so before she got a hold of herself-- she didn't have much time to get revenge and he wasn't terribly worried, the plague had spread, and there was an odd back and forth of energy as he spread to her and she spread back to him to take from him, drain him, in a way that hurt so good to the parasite. He groaned under the pressure but without the strength rune he was only at his normal strength, which apparently wasn't enough to fight back against the equally adrenaline-filled woman as she was being overtaken. In spite of his squirming, once more today, he had been injured, drained. This was troublesome. In case he ended up spending a much longer time fighting her than he expected and needed help, he sent out an SOS signal to his fellow infected-- something Joey would be aware of before the both of them went down. But it didn't matter. They went down regardless, and it was only a matter of time before the body of cocooned one and overcome one alike were found and taken to safety by another to go through the comatose stage and recover from the damage incurred, respectively. When Joey woke up, overtaken and used as host like he was, she'd understand. She'd get why he'd done why he'd done.