Kalon III, Adrian IV

[20:04] Katrin squints in irritation against the light of day after crawling out of whatever hole she was in. The sun is a miserable thing. She stops short of the Ivanovich. As is her usual greeting she tosses him a sack of assorted leaves. As is tradition.
(Katrin)
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[20:04] {Item} You drop Sinka x2.
[20:06] Once more, happily scoops up the sack of assorted leaves, and places it within his own bag, before refocusing on the woman in-front of him. "Hello, hello!" He'd state with his usual level of enthusiasm. "How are you doing?"
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[20:08] The artificer looks little better than before. Less pale, sure. More life in her. But that just gives her more fuel for the void of abject misery. Like something is missing.

"How the hell you think I'm doin'?" she snaps, unable to hold back the venom on reflex. Though as soon as it's out, Katrin seems to flinch.

"...Not good. Not good, Kal."
(Katrin)
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[20:08] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[20:15] He knew the answer to the question before he had even asked it, yet he had done it all the same!

"I assumed as much, but you know what they say about assuming." Shoulders roll into a shrug, as he leans back in his seat, quietly humming to himself for a few brief moments, before he'd speak up once more!

"I take it you're here to cash in that IOU?"
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[20:17] "Yeah. Yeah I do."

With shaky fingers she reaches in to take out the IOU from her vest's interior breast pocket. She frowns at it. There's shame in the expression. Or the dregs of it that might've been left.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am," she says more quietly.
(Katrin)
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[20:23] "Apparently my assumptions are spot on today. Hilarious."

Slowly the man would rise from his seat, as his pale hands moved to accept the IOU, glancing at it, before placing it within his bag.

"Come, come."

A hand would motion for the woman to follow him.

There was no point in doing this out in public.
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[20:24] Katrin turns her frown to a frown with a scowl. She follows just behind him.

"Hi-fuckin'-larious," she grumbles sourly. Clearly she doesn't feel the same way as Kalon about this particular thing.
(Katrin)
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[20:26] {Item} You drop IOU.
[20:34] Into the backroom they would go!

"It is pretty hilarious." At least to him. It almost certainly wasn't nearly as funny for Katrin, but oh well! "Anyways.." Crimson hues dart around the backroom in search of anyone, but seeing as the only person back here was his Sire lurking around a corner.

What he was about to do was fine!

A hand would reach down towards his belt, taking hold of one of the many knives on his belt, before carefully raising it towards his wrist. "Odds are they are better ways to do this, but this is what I'm used to, so..!" Without a second thought, the knife would easily slice open his pale flesh, as the tainted blood that freely flowed throughout his veins would begin to trickle out from it.

"Perhaps I should get a goblet."

Or something vaguely similar.

"Anyways... Drink."
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[20:40] So much had lost meaning. The love of her own craft had even waned, become drudgery and a chore. All that had mattered ceased to in the wake of the come down from the most fantastic high.

So of course it wasn't funny. At least not to her. Maybe some day in hindsight. Over a cup of tea, or some poor sap's blood in a chalice of her own making, she might laugh about it.

She doesn't spot the sire. Either just not aware of his presence or tunnel visioned onto Kalon's wrist. Katrin absolutely knows what part comes next and the hair on the back of her neck stands on end.

As soon as she sees that dark blood all she can hear is the beating of her heart stirred to life, thrumming like a sanguinary stampede in her ears. The artificer had been able to keep some semblance of decency all up until she sees it and it's offered.

With vigor that belies her appearance she grabs for the wrist and, before so much as a drop can be wasted, presses the cut to her lips and drinks as if she's dying. No shame, just thirst to be slaked.
(Katrin)
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[20:50] "Not even a chuckle. Were I a lesser person, I may have felt offended."

Once more, his lips would find themselves curling into a smirk, but- Well, it wouldn't last. He knew what was to come, and while normally he may have been fine with it, in this one instance... He wouldn't.

He knew he was low on blood himself, and giving some away would only have downsides for him, and yet, here he was. Which is why the moment Katrin begins to feed on his wrist, the man's entire body tenses up. He could feel it. His precious life source fleeing from his body.

It was agonizing.

Yet, he always repaid his debts.

The woman is allowed to feed for sometime, but eventually, the now starving vampire barks out. "Enough." As he pulls his wrist back. He hadn't felt this sensation since he had first awakened. Everything was so cold. So very, very cold.

The wound on his wrist would already begin to close itself up, perhaps a fair bit slower than it might normally.

Was his throat always this dry?

"There... The debt is paid."
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[20:56] And for her it's the opposite. The cold ebbs away. The life that leaves him flows into her, and she feels it for the first time in- how long now? A year? Such a long year, and then some change.

Kalon goes down and she goes up and up, feeling that same monumental high she had on first drinking. A sensation other than the abject misery, the anger, the impotent rage, hits her. Her pupils grow as wide as saucers.

There's warmth in her bones and her belly again. If she cared at all for the Gods she might've sent them a prayer of thanks; yet she knows damn well they had nothing to do for this.

Any other day she might've taken exception to the snapping, but right now there's little that can get her down. It's all easy breezy, lemon squeezy. Now it's her turn to smirk as she licks the last few drops from her chops. None goes to waste.

"Ya have, Kal. You're a man of your wordalright."

Maybe she's feeling a little too good, because she has the absolute, unabashed gall to throw the barman a blatant wink.
(Katrin)
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[21:06] He would need to feed soon.

That much he was certain of, but unfortunately, that would have to wait till later, but he had his methods to temporarily sate his hunger! More than likely Katrin wouldn't feel this, but to all the other life forms unfortunate enough to be near him, they'd feel a nagging sensation upon their circuits.

The poor plants!

It wasn't blood, but mana would have to suffice for now.

"Better." Not really, but it's enough to allow him to smirk once more. Which is always a positive! "Of course I am. If I say I'm going to do something, I do it."

The wink, is responded to in kind.

A brief glance would be spared towards his wrist, and thankfully it had finally closed up. "That took far too long." He'd mumble to himself, before refocusing on the woman in-front of him.

"I believe I still owe you one more thing, correct?"
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[21:19]
{LOAD GAME}

[21:19] He had watched quietly.

While he couldn't not physically see what was happening due to the large wooden divider separating him from the others, it didn't take a genius to tell what was happening. Especially not when he could feel the uncomfortable pull of mana from his circuits, as his progeny's hunger grew. Kalon would likely be the first to notice his presence, if only by the ominous chill some of the mana he had absorbed gave him. A corrupted mana with a hint of frosty mint.

Clap. Clap. Clap

Adrian steps from behind the divider and towards the duo, his plated hands idly clapping together with a dull thud. The ever present smile remained on his face, the eerie smile that always seemed too genuine to actually be real. A well practiced facade that always left others more unnerved than it did to convince them of his harmlessness.

"My oh my." He finally speaks as he comes to a halt a short distance between the two. "I hope I'm not interrupting..." His gaze slowly shifts towards Katrin; and towards her neck.

Uh oh.
(Adrian)
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[21:22] Katrin feels nothing, nothing except for that fantastic surge of life and energy that now blesses her. Albeit temporarily. It beat the withdrawals by a long shot. There's warmth in her cheeks again instead of that ghostly pallor, and a twinkle in her eye that's been sorely absent.

"'Course, 'cooourse. I wasn't sayin' I doubted ya," she practically croons. Oh boy, yep, she's feeling that blood alright.

"Why. Believe you're right. Ya do owe me one more thing. Tell ya how ya can make us even."

It's absolutely, weapons-grade brazen. Before he can get too much focus under his belt the blood-addled artificer steps in close, real close-

Then she stops. She stops dead where she is, just short of what might have been a potential sexual harassment charge in the making (depending on the circumstances), when she hears the slow applause behind her.
(Katrin)
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[21:33] At least she wasn't feeling like shit anymore, so that was a plus! A shame it took him feeling a hunger he hadn't felt in years in order to do so, but alas, you win some, you lose some.

"I know you weren't."

After all, why would anyone ever doubt him? After all, he was pretty damn amazing.

"Well, whatever you think of, feel free to let me-" He's not even able to finish his sentence, before the artificer is right in-front of him. Close. Far closer than anyone should be. It rightfully catches him off-guard, to the point that his rather reckless syphoning of mana from those around him comes to an end.

Whatever was going to happen, doesn't. Which was more than likely due to the arrival of his sire.

"You aren't." He'd mutter, crimson hues flicking over towards the patriarch of the Ivanovich family. "I was just about to leave." A few hushed words would be whispered towards Katrin, as Kalon begins to slowly depart from the room.

"I have a hunger that needs to be sated."
(Kalon Ivanovich)
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[21:34] Kalon Ivanovich whispers to Katrin: It appears I'll have to repay you at a later date.
[21:34] Katrin whispers to Kalon Ivanovich: Sure does, huh?...Happy huntin', Kal.
[21:34] Kalon Ivanovich whispers to Katrin: Mhm.
[21:41] One could almost see Adrian frown at the realization he wasn't interrupting something. He had hoped to stir some mischief, but it seems it had been brushed off.

Alas.

However once Kalon departs for his hunt, his attention soon returns to Katrin. He begins to approach, that damned smile still plastered across his face. He looks almost friendly, approachable even. But Katrin would likely know what he intended to do. His movements were graceful, despite the full plate armor. He moved nothing like a human would; but more like that of a hungry predator.

"My dearest Katrin." His hand extends out towards the young Drakanite, as if to invite her to take his hand.

"It is time to uphold the deal, is it not."

His pale blue eyes soon falter, only to be replaced with the eerie blood red hues that seemed to stare straight through her.

He hungered.
(Adrian)
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[21:45] Katrin clears her throat and licks her lips one last time. Totally nothing being interrupted here. Nope. Nothing at all. Her pupils are as big as saucers and there's an obvious vitality to her that hadn't been there prior. But no, totally nothing going on here.

"Heeeey, mister Adrian," she says with just a little too much of a lilt. Then it drops. Time for 'the deal'. That meant being drained again.

But it also meant more of that sweet, sweet blood. Oh yes. She starts to unwind her scarf. The bite marks that were on her neck before had scarred over in the past year. Only just fully healed, and now he was back to take his toll.

"'Course, sir."

Much easier to tolerate that hungry stare when you're high as a kite.
(Katrin)
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[21:55] She was compliant.

It was a fact that caused Adrian to smirk. "An excellent choice, my dear." At which point, his hand reaches out and lightly grabs hold of her shoulder and pulls her into his embrace. It might've almost been romantic if it wasn't for the overwhelming cold that seemed to constantly roll off his body.

And the fact that large fangs now protruded from the corners of his mouth.

"As usual, I will be gentle. And in turn, you will get your gift."

And then without warning, his fangs dig deep into Katrin's neck, landing almost exactly where he had fed prior. There would be a sharp tinge of pain, before it slowly faded into a mixture of euphoria and delight as traces of his own blood began to filter into the wound.

Katrin would soon feel the familiar sensation of her strength weakening as the very life force that kept her alive was slowly being drained from her body. But just as quickly as it had begun, ithad ended. Adrian pulls himself away from the bite mark, and steps back in a moment. His eyes are rolled up into his head, and his whole body seems to shudder at the euphoria of flesh blood.

It was the only delight he had left as one of Cain's blessed.

"Ah... Your blood is always so exquisite, my dear. The fiery passion of an artisan adds a distinct spice, and just a tinge of greed makes it oh so sweeter."

He then wipes what remains of the blood off from his mouth, and extends his arm. As if on cue, a blade is produced and his gauntlet is removed. The blade is pressed into his flesh, causing the corrupted blood to seep to the surface.

Just as he got what he wanted; she too would get what she craved.

"Come, drink. It is your reward."
(Adrian)
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[21:56] ** Adrian has inflicted an injury upon Katrin. ("Vampire Bite", "Puncture wounds congeal with distorted energy, resonant with depraved power that keeps the infliction from fully closing. A poison spreads in feverish decay throughout your body that harshly hinders the healing process.", "Temporary", "") **
[22:03] She knew what her reward would be. More of that sweet liquor that their people had for blood. Why fight it? It's not like she was using the blood anyway. And even then, it was all for a higher purpose.

If she didn't know what was about to happen, it very well might have been deemed romantic. But once bitten- she knows how this goes already. It's not unlike an injection. A brief sting, then Katrin melts and sags, making the feeding even easier. Fire, pride, and as he says, a sprinkling of avarice.

That precious life she'd been gifted as part of a bargain begins to leave her all over, slipping through her fingers. All to be renewed, of course.

"Glad it could be good for ya," she slurs, drowsing.

Then she perks right up. A second helping of blood in the same day. Finally, luck springs eternal for ol' Katrin, and she takes hold of the patriarch's arm for her own feeding.

A sweetand bitter draught, better than any brandy or concoction of fairy powder. She shudders as she drinks as deep as the Lord will allow.

For a little while all is bliss.
(Katrin)
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[22:19] Euphoria.

It is the only word that could describe the feeling the duo felt. One, from feeding on the life force of a race who was renown for their robust vitality; and the other from the feeding on the life stolen from countless others. It was a dance that the duo would perform for years to come, a give and take relationship until Cain had claimed her soul.

As he does to all who tastes the corrupted blood.

After a short time, his wrist is pulled away from Katrin, by force if need be. The wound heals up surprisingly fast, and while Adrian seems slightly more pale, he doesn't seem as hungry as Kalon did when he had left.

"Soon, my dear. Soon and you shall know true power. Just a little bit more..."

Just a few more years, and Katrin would stand beside him as a Ghoul, just as Kalon and Valerian once did.

Soon...
(Adrian)
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[22:23] It takes a little bit of a pull to get the wrist away from her, but she does finally let it go. No need to waste a good deal by being too greedy. Though vitality and avarice are in her very own blood by nature.

She doesn't know it will cost her soul. But it's not like she's using that much either.

Even if he'd told her she couldn't care. The artificer is riding high on three pints of vampire blood, absolutely glutted on the stuff. As soon as she's had her fill she goes to find one of the plush chairs.

Later she might stand with him in due time. Now she sits and basks in the flood of rapture.

"Like Kal n' them. Right?" she asks with a grin. One of the patriarch's progeny had been fairly forward with what was to come next. Fairly.
(Katrin)
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[22:24] Adrian says, "Indeed."
[22:25] Katrin says, "Likin' the sound of that."
[22:25] Adrian says, "I promised you power. I intend to keep to my word."
[22:25] Katrin says, "Yeah. None of ya have lied to me yet, sir."