Cursed Cosmic Dev 10 -Vampiric Enlightenment-

[21:15] Donovan Invidia says, "He left."
[21:16] Donovan Invidia says, "Abandoned agartha."
[21:16] Constantin says, "Oh i see."
[21:16] Donovan Invidia says, ".."
[21:16] Donovan Invidia says, "Ooooh a neries.."
[21:16] Syracuse Fengari says, "Yo."
[21:16] Constantin says, "Oh? Greetings."
[21:16] Donovan Invidia says, "I've heard your lot has different blood."
[21:18] Had simply sat on the bench, it was where he usually sat anyways. He'd look up lazily, as if he wasn't to surprised. Not many Neries where on Agartha. Even fewer ever left the confines of Dawn.

He'd raise a brow at the woman, though he'd chuckle lightly to himself at that. Of course, he was in Obsidia.

"I wouldn't really know, never been one for trying the different flavors."

He'd answer with a light hearted shrug of his shoulders. His casual cocky smirk settling upon an oooh so punchable face.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:19] Donovan Invidia says, "Mm.. Well-"
[21:20] Donovan Invidia says, "Mind taking part in my catalogue-ing of uhhh.."
[21:20] Syracuse Fengari asks, "You wanna taste?"
[21:20] Donovan Invidia says, "Yes."
[21:20] Constantin says, "Hmm..."
[21:21] Syracuse Fengari says, "Sure, never fed a vampire before."
[21:22] Syracuse Fengari asks, "Should I just, bleed myself in a cup?"
[21:23] Donovan Invidia says, "I prefer taking a bite straight out of you- But if you value muscular integrity bleeding into a cup is the best option."
[21:25] Constantin says, "Oh! Greetings Luna."
[21:26] Luna smiles and waves with both hands at Constantin. "Hi hi Constantin!"
(Luna Invidia)
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[21:27] Constantin asks, "You seems to be quite happy today. Aren't you?"
[21:27] This, this was why he still traveled. You never knew when you'd meet some crazy monster who wanted to eat you. Or drink you, as he thought he'd glance down at the brand of arcane runes upon his forearm.

He'd clench the muscles of the arm, allowing some of the excess mana he'd been casually absorbing since arriving within Obsidia to travel to another leech of a different caliber.

He'd look up at Donovan, bringing that same tattooed forearms hand to his chin. He'd squint at the vampire curiously for a few moments.

"Hmm, I'll be quite honest. I do val- awh, what the hell. Just don't drain the well dry, I need some strength to help you lot with Tecochitlan in the counter-attack."

As he spoke he'd simply roll up the sleeve of his non-ensorcelled arm. Getting up to stroll over towards Donovan and offering them the wrist.

He was a big guy, plenty of blood. He wasn't worried about losing some of it. He'd glance to the side as he did so, flashing Luna a smile.

"Aye! Little miss Sake, how're you? Been years since I been up this way."
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:32] "Mhm! I did some farming, collecting and stuff." Smiling brightly as can be, her day went very well. Even more so as Syracuse come to visit Obsidia.

"Hiya Syra! I've been very good. Improving with my cooking skill and even made a batch of Sake for you if you'd like some." She'd chime, offering the Neries their alcohol. "Mh! It really has been quite a few years since I've seen ya, glad you visited." She'd nod.

"Do you have any cool stories to share?" She'd say before turning to hug Rylan's arm as they approached her side. "Rylie~!"
(Luna Invidia)
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[21:36] The teen was fiddling with what looked like a checkbook of some sorts, a quill pressed against their lips as their ears perked up. For once the pack wolves weren't present and lugging around wares and goods for sale.

It was almost oddly instinctual as the Ookami had settled into a listless flutter besides Luna, legs curling as if they were taking a seat upon the air. That is, until their arm was hugged. A sudden spry smirk spread across their lips as they leaned into the Kitsune's grip, bumping their shoulder against Luna's own.

"Heeeya Lil Luna!"

A poke of their tongue from between their lips, their snaggletooth prominently poking out from the corner of their lip as an ear twitched and flicked happily.

Their eyes briefly darting away from her to glance at the crowd before all attention honed in onto Luna once more. "Crowded today, buuut a lot less 'grrr' going on huh? How's the gemstone doing tonight huh? Anything neato happen while I was gone!"
(Rylan)
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[21:41] She'd giggle towards Rylan's greeting, following their gaze towards the group before looking back to the Ookami. "Mhm! I'm a bit relieved it is quite calm today. The gemstone is doing great by the way, did some farming, collecting and spending time with family and friends now." Luna happily chimes yet her hold still clung to Rylan's arm.

"What about you Rylie? Do anything amazingly fun while you were away?" Tilting her head while smiling.
(Luna Invidia)
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[21:46] In their usual rare display, the Merchant slowly allows the gravitational force keeping them afloat to depart. The tips of their toes clicking against the cobblestone and their heels soon following suit. Their arm hooked between Luna's- making the arm clinging even more easier to keep up for them.

A few fingers flicking about to tap along Luna's wrist as the Ookami tilts their head from side to side.

"Ahhh, I wiiish. Kind of a slow day. I mean I got stopped a few times buuut that's sorta the usual stuff being asked. Names, Alliances, mmhmm. I mean.. I did see a big spooky Nethradin a while ago- thought it wasn't a Demon! Yep yep. Pretty cool."

A poke of their tongue from between their lips, flittering their lashes immaculately as their gaze lingered on Luna. "Made a lot of good sales though. Mmhmm.. At.. Twenty-three thousand now! Not enough to really do anything with but.. It's something!"
(Rylan)
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[21:46] Quicksilver light flared behind her mismatched eyes. Glimmering behind the white iris and pupil of her left eye, and overtaking the crimson color of her right. As wrong as the childish vampire's presence felt, that sensation worsened as she approached. As she gently set herself down upon the stone before him.

Her boots crunched upon gravel, her too-long cloak coiled on the ground. He said not to drain him dry- But oh, that was the least one need worry about with her. At least, if she had seen him as an enemy, he would be in trouble. Probably.

But he was willingly offering blood. That fed her ego.

Donovan reached forth, when he offered his wrist. Translucent fingers grasped his forearm, shifting his sleeve a bit further up his arm. Usually she didn't bother, but she wasn't taking a chunk out of him. She was drinking.

She kept telling herself that.

Razor sharp teeth flashed as she brought his wrist to her lips. With ease they sank in, drawing forth blood. She dared not waste a drop, drinking down every ounce she drew forth. That quicksilver glow in her eyes flashed through her veins, flickering about her form.

Oh how wonderful, a new taste.
(Donovan Invidia)
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[21:47] Constantin asks, "How does that taste like?"
[21:49] Constantin watches the scene with interests.
(Constantin)
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[21:53] "Oh no, I'm glad you didn't get hurt or anything. Hope you made friends though, mhm! I never really asked those kind of questions, but I bet they have good reasons to suspect." Her eyes lit up when they mentioned a Nethradin. "Whooa~ So cool, I've never seen or talked to one, that's pretty spooky."

Though her features shift to one of surprise to hear the amount Rylan had received from their sales. "Whoa~ That's a lot, Good on you for making that much." Yet there was brief silence. "What do you plan on doing with all of that money?" She'd ask, genuinely curious.
(Luna Invidia)
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[21:59] Syracuse, massive Neries that he was. Fully considered himself able to lose some blood. However, as the greedy little demon latched on like a damnable lamprey. He quickly realized that maybe he wasn't quite large enough to handle such a loss of blood.

Strange how even a small amount of blood quickly starts causing issues in the body. He'd shift a bit, mentally closing the magical connection to the big man. They didn't need his mana right now, he did.

The dark skinned man closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, inhaling the volcanically heated air about Obsidai. Feeling the warmth of the place in the depths of his core. With the exhalation he'd reopen them.

Looking down at the smaller vampire he couldn't help but feel a small twang of kinship. After all the Neries themselves where leeches in their own right. Simply consuming one's soul rather than the pale flesh of their mortal guise.

As they drank he'd simply rest his free hand on the back of the vampires head. Perhaps if he'd the need to strike them should it become to much. Perhaps simply because he'd a habit of tousling the hair of smaller people. Most likely? The vampire was quickly becoming a lot more steady than he, himself, was. Better to have a stout vampiric pillar girl than the cackled dirt to catch him.

Though, he wouldn't lie to himself. He reveled in the new sensations. Pain, lots of pain. He'd thought the dragon's flame had scoured his flesh? Ah, this felt so much worse. Though there was other things to, the lightening of one's senses as blood escaped their brain. Stars ever so far, drifting in close to his gaze.

He smiled at that one, stars. He loved the stars. He'd loved them ever since he'd heard the song of the lover's star in the night sky. His gaze drifting to downward, at appearances merely looking at the top of the vampiric head he was tousling,in truth he could see the faint twirling stars. The lover's star, in truth not one but two. Tiny and insignificant by themselves but revolving together. Utilizing one another to provide a guiding light.

It was all so beautiful.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:59] "I think.. It might've wanted to eat me? Buuut it found someone more appetizing." They'd say with a little tilt of their head. Ears swiveling and perking back at the sound of teeth meeting flesh. Yet there seems to be no real response towards the display otherwise.

Their tail swishing side to side whilst their eyes begin to slowly wander over Luna's face, stopping only when noticing the brighter excitement from mentioning a Nethradin.

"Nnoo noo.. It might look like a lot. But it's.. Not even close! It'd maybe be enough to pay a feeew workers for a few years of planting crops- or for.. Maybe two pieces of Arcanium. But! Plans.. Ooh OH! I know!"

It was of course somewhat childish, the Teen for all of their faux maturity was still youthful, their grin widening playfully. "Buy us some icecream and throw a party or something- Onnce I've made enough. Maybe like the dance thing you went too last time. Exceeept you'll have a proper partner~'

They'd add with a confident and cocky click of their tongue against the roof of their mouth. The little merchant giggling afterwards.
(Rylan)
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[22:12] "Oh, I hope they're okay- the person who looked more appetizing, mhm." Nodding her head while her tail swung side to side quite casually. "Oh, okay." Hearing from Rylan how much coin they currently had was not enough, the explanation with the use of purchasing arcanium definitely put it into a better perspective.

"Ohhh, I see." but their plan for the coin simply made her giggle. "What do you see for this party? Frilly banners welcoming the guess, lots of balloons decorating the walls with a shimmering diamond ball that lights up the room in rainbows?" Tiptoeing with excitement as she imagines it herself.

"With a beautiful party like that, with even more beautiful music. I'd want a beautiful partner to dance with, mhm!" Giggling along with them before she too would turn her attention to Syra and Donovan's moment. She never seen it so close and upfront, to someone she considered a friend of hers.

It felt too intimate to keep her eyes on, a respective one that mutual trust was exchanged. Her attention soon returns back to Rylan, her smile still stayed upon her features. Awaiting for their image of a beautiful party explained.
(Luna Invidia)
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[22:16] Golden eyes glances at the kitsune as he makes a slight nod before speaking. :

" Dear lady Luna, your smile is bright and your eyes are shining like millions of stars as always. You seems to be quite well. Am i right? ", he asked with a gentle smile.
(Constantin)
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[22:18] Indeed, Greedy the sirenian was. Childlike, small as she was, she drank as deep and heavily as- if not heavier than- a pirate drank rum. It would've been an impressive showing, if not for worse, more horrific sights in the past. This was the height of Donovan's restraint.

And still the sirenian barely kept herself from digging deeper. Her teeth could've easily grazed against bone and sundered muscle, yet she did not. Instead that quicksilver light around her form shuddered, sparking up. Lashing out. Her jaw tensed, her eyes closed- And she delved a little deeper.

Reaching out instinctively, her desire to consume more manifested in another manner. Rather than tearing the man limb from limb, as she might with another, she distilled her sin's power. She sought along his nerves as pale quicksilver spread across his skin. Soaking up every sensation, leaving numbness in its wake.

Just as she drank in blood, so too did she drink feeling.

So too did she seek further, something she rarely had the chance to consume. A pressure built at the back of his mind, tingling like static charge. Electrifying. It grew stronger the longer the siren drank, and as she shifted one hand from forearm to shoulder in order to steady him, it only became more insistent.

Urging him to open his mind, so she might taste of his thoughts and memories. Nagging and gnawing and clawing and poking and prodding- Yet not quite getting through, yet. Unspecific in its focus.

It wasn't a refined skill, after all. It was simply an urge. A simple desire, to indulge in the experience of another.
(Donovan Invidia)
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[22:26] Soon the Ookami's tail was matching tandem with the Kitsune's, except from time to time they'd flick their own tail against hers teasingly. The smug, confident smirk remaining upon immaculate, graceful features as their eyes looked skywards. Ears swiveling and twitching every so often whenever Luna spoke.

The bright greenish blues of their eyes shifting every so often- to observe if only briefly, the consumption in its fullest, hints of curiosity clinging to the gaze and yet..

In the end they always ended up meeting Luna's gaze once more. Lacking the bashful behavior one would assume someone like Rylan would have.

"Mmm.. Yeah, maybe with little stars on the ceiling too.. That'll give it a real like.. Uhh.." Word word words.. "Incandescence. That's it!" A girlish giggle escaped their bubblegum pink lips once more, the arm being gripped soon finding its way around Luna's frame, hand resting politely uponher hip as they swayed back and fourth in thought.

"Ooph so would I. But hmmm.. Where would I find- Oh wait! Duuh. Riight here! Already got a dazzling diamond to dance with." They'd poke their tongue from between their lips, eyelids fluttering before winking at Luna. The confident, snaggletoothed smile curled upon their lips and showing no signs of relenting.

Constantin's comment earning a slight flick and curl of their ears. The Ookami's eyes shifting away and towards the polite gentleman, yet their smile was maintained, bouncing back to Luna moments afterwards.
(Rylan)
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[22:41] Her attention was caught, pulled to Constantin, soon she'd be chuckling even a little pink shade crossing her cheeks from the compliment. "D'aw, thank you Constantin. Your words are very appreciated and thoughtful. Mhm!" She'd nod. "I'm very well, enjoying everyone's company - Are you doing well yourself?" She'd ask with a subtle tilt of her head.

Awaiting for their response before feeling Rylan's arm rest at her hip, opposite from where Rylan stood, yet she didn't mind it all, nor didn't think much of it but a friendly gesture. "That sounds so wonderful! I'm great with decorations, with our powers and skills for decorations combined..." Her little hands and arms moved in patterns, much like a power rangers.

"... The party would be amazingly awesome!" Her smile growing wider before Rylan's compliment would make her giggle. "Y'know it~ With every twirl, I'll sparkle even more too. I just hope that I don't get too dizzy like last time." Another giggle escapes from her sweet smile.
(Luna Invidia)
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[22:50] "It'll be a real gem." They'd say with a quick dip of their head, and a bump of their hip against Luna's own. The confident wolf canting their head to the side and letting their ears twitch every so often. The only other sound that really broke the silence being Donovan enjoying 'dinner'.

"Mmm.. It's gotta be a blend of bright, but dark. Espeeecially if we do it here, y'know? Cos everything is a lil stark contrast and an oooold saying my Grandfather used to say was 'There is beauty in the madness'. Ooor was it darkness? Sooomething like that. Like how you're a splash of color on the top of a volcano."

They take full advantage of being allowed to rest their hand at Luna's hips, fingertips splaying open along the curve of her side before tugging her the slightest bit closer.

The gesture innocent enough, for the time being.

"Don't worry, I'll tots space it out. That way you'll have breaks before showing yourself off a lil bit." They'd say with a playful smirk, their own smile delicate and graceful, yet far more...

Smug, and content than sweet.

(Rylan)
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[22:51] He'd make a slight nod before responding to the kitsune. :

" I am quite well, thank you. ", he said in a quite neutral sounding voice.

A neutral voice, despite the smile he offers. Golden eyes would immediately shifting to the Ookami standing on the Kitsune's side. :

" Greetings, my name is Constantin, it is a pleasure to meet you. "

He'd make a low giggle " hehe. ", before continuing. :

" I guess it might not be the first time i ever see you. Am i right? I think i might have seen you in Crafthold once if i am not wrong. "

His left arm laying at their direction, he'd ask. :

" May i please acquire your name? I would be happy to call you by your name. "
(Constantin)
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[22:53] Under normal circumstances Syracuse, the man, the myth, the dancer. Might, might! Be concerned about the fading of his literal lights. The stars in his vision pulling away, only the one that was always tethered to his soul blinking in the distance.

The feeling of something being wrong was a dim one to the quickly slumping man. In the span of a few moments, perhaps minutes, going robust and hearty to dim and dull.

The feeling of numbness was what set off the alarm bells in his dimming mind. It wasn't something he'd ever thought he'd suffer again. Yet, as the flashes of silver along his skin started to put a bit of light back into his vision. He felt something all the more concerning floating into his eyes.

He was a Neries, the feeling of another being prodding into one's mind wasn't something he was completely unfamiliar with. He'd felt the Dreamer drift along his mental corridors once, long ago as a boy. The dream had been lovely, as a person who was the dreamer but was nothing spoke to him of kind words and deeds.

When he'd awoken he'd never spoken of the dream. He never quite knew why, but perhaps because like the feeling he felt now. He knew it wasn't 'right' there was something wrong about it. Something that screamed at the basic base of the Human mind.

Yet, he'd always wished for another dream. Another visit, one more glance of recognition. Anything to aid in the endless monotone of his life as a youth in Nostvale's monasteries. So, against all wisdom. Against all common sense, he'd let the vampire have a taste of what it was like to be Syracuse Fengari.

Though, he was no fool. He knew the memories that would be tasted, might perhaps be lost to him. Those where his experiences, his existence. Though, the Dream required one to aid their fellow man. It was one of the truths of the faith he'd always held dear.

Perhaps the vampire wasn't wholly of the Human stock. Perhaps, but they where capable of thougths, feelings, emotions. To many that wouldn't be enough. To Syracuse? It'd do.

He'd twirl open a door, not they door, but a door. Giving a glimpse of the man's life. His experiences throughout. It'd be a rush of information, though there would not be the sensations the vamire wished for. At-least, not at first.

No, the first wave of memories, and the longest wave. Was nothing but the sliding scale of gray. Gray people, gray buildings, gray clothes, all a monotone of the faithful servants of the Dreamer housed within a secluded sanctuary in the heart of Nostvale.

Endless sermons, prayers, hymns, ceremonies, masses, flashed through their mind's eye. There was a few flashes of color, a visitor newly arrived taking the vows always looked bright. A priest in the throng of prayer a soft smile touching their lips. A stray rat, brown in hue, sneaking into the dorm and playing with the young Fengari.

There'd be a brief time of darkness, the constant heaving and swaying, the smell of salt, the shouts of men. A boat, but not one that would normally be seen as a passenger one. Nor would the fleeting images seen by a scurrying teen be normal either.

The 'trained' Deacon of Nostvale hadn't been sent to aid Agartha. He'd simply ran away aboard a trade ship. His arrival to Dawn is when things changed. The colors, the smells, the lights. The monsters. Oh, there was a lot of them.

It was all so vibrant, so new, so exhilarating! These memories came even more broken, even more snippet like. Clearly the Neries mind though floundering in a sea of fog, would only share some of them. They where the memories he cherished.

A flash as the Red Paladin handed him his badge denoting him as his squire, the moon knights request for mana in order to live, a scene of the Academy the princess arguing with a mother of corpses about the application of Necromancy, a great horned Agarthan looking down with pleasure, a flash of singing as he was exposed to the fish and wolf melodious charms, hints of rage and madness as he fell into an occultic episode his axe swinging at blazing reika.

Those where the fullest memories but other came as well, all on Agartha. The taste of sake, brewed for only him. The feel of dragon's fire as the sound of bones crunched, the bite of a vampire tearing into his arm.

It all rushed, jumbled and diverse into the vampires greedy maul. Yet, Syracuse wasn't willing to fully give away that which he was. So, he'd simply allow himself to fall unconscious. After all, who would chase a Neries into the realm of Dreams?


(Syracuse Fengari)
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[23:03] She'd giggle, gently bumping her hip into Rylan's own immediately after they did so towards hers. "That all would be so wonderful. And don't forget to include yourself, as you are just as vibrantly sweet as me." She'd chime.

"I believe your grandfather was very wise, mhm!" Letting Rylan pull the white haired kitsune just an inch closer, yet her person perks just a bit upon a thought arriving. "Oh! That'd be great!" A finger pointing upwards. "But I do have home for a moment to cook a bit. I can return with a cooked meal too, for both you, Constantin and Syra, mhm."

Lithe fingers gently knead their way underneath Rylan's own that were comfortably set at her waist, a light pull and push to let their hand drop away from her person. She'd look up to Constantin, continuing to smile. "I'm happy to hear, I do hope you continue to be so." A subtle cant of her head before she'd make her way home to prepare some meals.
(Luna Invidia)
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[23:03] Constantin says, "Hehe. Always."
[23:10] Their sharp grin remains as they giggle softly. "Mmm.. Jeeze jeeze, I'm supposed to be a merchant, but here I am being called sweet. If I get all soft and squishy it's your fault y'know? Tck!" A flick of their tongue along their lips as they lean back and fourth upon their heels, talk of food earning a lazy, more mellowed and down-to earth smirk rather than the sharp smug grin they'd had from before. Snaggletooth gently pricking the corner of their lip as they dip their head into a nod.

Of course, they didn't make leaving easy, letting their hand remain 'in the way' whilst Luna's fingers kneaded beneath their own, a tap of their knuckles lightly against the Kitsune's as she pushed and pulled, freeing their hand away from her person. Rylan's heels clicking together, the Ookami drifting into the air as they nod their head.

"Okay, dokay. Don't be gone for too long!"

A flick of their gaze as they settle on Constantin, Rylan floating idly in the air as their hands clasp together and head dips in a polite little nod.

"Rylan Parks! Of Rylan's Wares, I don't have much stock right now but, I sell materials on the cheap for crafters and the like! Currently I've only got a few ores and crystals available though! Charmed, I'm sure." They'd add with a tap of their fingers and a small, floaty sashay.
(Rylan)
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[23:12] Constantin says, "It is a pleasure Rylan ."
[23:14] Constantin asks, "So you are a merchant ?"
[23:14] Constantin says, "It is quite interesting, i won't lie. You seems to know what you are doing."
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[23:15] Constantin says, "It is kind from your parents."
[23:16] Rylan exclaims, "Yep yep, I hear that some people don't even have parents, ooph. But I guess I was a lucky one!"
[23:17] Constantin says, "Yes ! I had parents as well."
[23:18] Rylan asks, "Annnd yours taught you how to be all.. Gnetlemanly! Right?"
[23:18] Rylan begins to drift back towards Luna again. No surprises there.
(Rylan)
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[23:19] Constantin says, "Oh. I am born under a butler family. This politeness is natural to me."
[23:25] Constantin asks, "Dear lady Luna, i think i might have heard you speaking about the fact that you have an house around here. Am i right?"
[23:25] Luna Invidia says, "Oh-! Yes, I do have one. It's at the highest peak of the volcano."
[23:26] Rylan asks, "Oooh... So with a view huh?"
[23:26] Luna Invidia says, "Mhm! it used to belong to my great uncle, potayo, he's entrusted me to take care of it for him."
[23:26] Constantin says, "Do you mind showing me it? I would be happy to take a look, if you do not mind about it."
[23:26] Luna Invidia exclaims, "I absolutely do not mind!"
[23:26] Rylan says, "I totally assume I'm invited."
[23:26] Luna giggles and nods.
(Luna Invidia)
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[23:26] Constantin says, "Oh ? Potayo ? What an interesting name. I am certain he was a great man."
[23:31] Luna Invidia exclaims, "He really is a great man, the most nicest and kindest and wisest!"
[23:32] Constantin asks, "It is quite interesting. What happened to him ?"
[23:32] Luna Invidia says, "I think he went on a journey or something. "
[23:32] Any sane man wouldn't offer forth blood to a Sin of Gluttony in the first place. Not if they wanted to keep life and limb. Yet he had given her his wrist, and where he gave an inch, she took a mile. The once-sirenian let their eyelids flutter shut, pressing a bit further. A bit harder.

As the man debated whether to allow her access, she kept pushing. Reaching, seeking- The more blood she drew the more insistent that nagging pressure seemed. Yet at the breaking point, it was he that let her through.

Whether she would've broken through regardless was unknown.

Regardless of whether she would, now she had been let through. Her shoulders slumped, as finally they found what they so often sought since her father's blood had ceased offering the same. Visions. Memories. A taste of eternity otherwise unheard of and never experienced by others. They knew the rush well.

How all her thoughts jumbled, how the information was mixed, and only small bits and pieces might properly stick. She'd be able to recall only a few afterwards, but as his life flashed before her eyes she deigned to enjoy it. It was, after all, like dying again.

Watching life go by in a series of confused moments.

At first, all grey. Something of a disappointment, if it weren't for the feelings that came with. The internal thoughts, the cacophony of voices, the sensations of touch- The lightest comfort to the worst of pains. Songs and sermons, an entire religion passing her by in the span of a few moments.

Before she had time to digest it all she was moving on, more focused on the consumption of the information. Taking every last scrap she could get, anything offered forth, everything- Though a minor focus was found, through the process. A little twinge of curiosity which brought her to hold onto certain memories. Feelings. Sensations.

The power he had, to take of others' life forces. To draw upon the mana of others. It was, to her, another form of consumption. One she had yet to try directly. And so she tried to focus her thoughts on these things. The times he used his ability, what it felt like, how it simply worked.

With that small bit of focus, she let all else rush through her mind. What stuck would stick, what didn't could be found later on- Through meditation, perhaps. She hadn't really tried to access the stores of memories she still held. That was something for a later date.

Now, was about the rush. The flow. Every memory. The thrills, now, as the memories of Agartha flowed through. New monsters, undead and otherwise. Azrael's servants, necromancers, a great horned figure-

Everything mixed up and strange, until it came to an end.

As it slowly faded the childish vampire desperately clung to the thoughts. His consciousness. Seeking more, ever more- Yet he had likely lost enough blood by now that it was inevitable. That, or theprocess of going through such memories could've been the culprit. Either way, the sirenian caught his body, lowering him gently to the ground.

And finally.. Her jaw clenched a bit harder, as she delved even deeper. Seeking to follow the threads of consciousness that had slipped from her fingers.
(Donovan Invidia)
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[23:53] How would one peer into a dream? What would one see beyond a waking mind? What could one hope to gain from such a desire? The answer was what all things sought it seemed. The taste of life, something Syracuse knew all to well.

He felt the tug at the edge of what was not. The tuft of what could be. It wasn't anything concrete to the dreaming, dying, man. No, it was simply a sense that he was not alone.

It was something he'd felt before, long, long ago. It'd stirred a true passion for life beyond the dreary existence he'd been born into. It wasn't something he'd ever wished to lose.

The glutton sin would be able to worm there way in, perhaps. Distorted, fuzzy, like viewing the world through a potato. Did that not make sense? No, rarely does anything in a dream.

Mist, grey and dreary clung to the edges of what could perhaps be called a circle. Though, shapes where strange things in the void of dreams. What appeared one thing was not always that thing.

The circle itself was akin to stained glass. Brightly flashes of color lighting up the shadowy mists. Comets darted across the night sky above, the twirling of stars dancing in an eternal waltz visible.

From the mist came a dreadful thing, the songs of the damned. At both beautiful and haunting. They sang a requiem for the imperfections of life and death, or perhaps they merely screeched into the ear with such deafening one assumed that was what they'd sang about.

At the center of the raised dais stood Syracuse, though perhaps a more perfect version of him than what existed in reality. Gone was the stench of alcohol, gone to the smell of smoke, the jagged facial scars. Smoothed free of imperfections he beamed with an inner light.

The expression of his internal joyous rapture was only broken at the noticing of the intruder to what was his. Almost in an instant the link would constrict. As the vampire had stolen blood, life, memories. Syracuse seemed to be devouring their man in turn. A defensive reaction at the invasion of his own personal dream.

Yet, he knew he'd made a mistake. It was evident on his face. It had been a mistake to give of himself to the strange vampire, but not one he regretted. Life was meant to be lived, not observed.

It was for that reason, he'd rest his hands behind his back. Clasping them as they looked down at the Siren in their own mental sanctuary.

'I'm glad you cared enough to see my dreams, but, would you care to not kill me?'

It was a simple request, really perhaps the mental request was an obvious one. Though, Syra knew enough of the undead to realize they sometimes lost themselves.


(Syracuse Fengari)
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[00:24] It was, to her, an utterly new experience. The once-sirenian fell into his unconsciousness, and found herself lost among the strange landscape that was his dreamland. Or, rather, the transition. Following the threads of his dream was quite difficult.

Despite the confusion they wormed their way in. They found that dull grey mist, drifting ever closer- Though they felt as though they were not moving. As one might in a nightmare, running, yet not moving anywhere. In a landscape so unfamiliar, it wasn't unusual that she struggled so.

Everything was fuzzy, all grey and dull, but she pulled herself through. And for him- While she saw a thing of perfection, he could see that thin veneer. A flawless mask, behind which her true, broken form peeked out.

Like her own sight, the appearance she showed was fuzzy. Distant. Her connection was weak, and only grew weaker. Yet she stared, taking in every second. Quicksilver static spread from her form, trying to eat away at the dream she'd found herself in-

But his words got through. And in her haste, she ate her way right back out. She severed the connection, and jolted away, finally blinking once more. Deep breaths were drawn, despite the useless gesture.

That certainly was.. Something.

Her attention focused on the man once more- And one hand reached forth. With a gentle hum she forced the wounds to stop bleeding, so they might heal. So he was not at risk of bleeding out.

She was no doctor, she wasn't about to pretend to know how to wake him up, but she could at least offer him that much. He had, after all, given so much freely. Others would have struggled much harder than that.

Just a glance toward Mudge reminded her of that.

".. Whew.. That was.. Something.."
(Donovan Invidia)
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