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[bloodsugar]

A): phone - mid-morning.

[OPEN;]

[one hazard of spending a good deal of your time lurking on the phone lines is that one might become prone to forgetting that people can HEAR you while you listen. so, it's entirely innocent, of course, when the half-absent and somewhat petulant mumble comes across the phone lines sometime this morning.]

...all this talk of Valentines Day... honestly! As if they're rubbing it in some of us are destined to be forever alone. 'Vow of celibacy'? More like vow of perpetual and ongoing boredom.

[...a pause.]

It's not like I wanted to find out what a romantic holiday with another human being is like, regardless... eh? I'm sure edible underwear isn't all it's cracked up to be, anywa--

[...]

Eh? [wait for it.]

AH--

[...there's a rather flustered squawk, and a hasty CLICK of the phone into the cradle.]

[filter to Charles Fei-Ong]

Alright, so maybe I'm a little late in checking in. You'll forgive me, right? After all, I'm sure you've been busy collecting recipes and taste testing! [no really are you okay... :| last time he saw you, after all, was... uh, colorful, to say the least.]

...I don't suppose you'd be up for a cup of tea, Charles? [he has a feeling you'll just bs him even if you weren't alright over the phone, anyway. CLEARLY HE MUST BE NOSY IN PERSON.]

[filter to Esther Blanchett]

Esther-- do you have a minute? There's... ah, something I wanted to ask you. [AND IT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH EDIBLE UNDERWEAR HE SWEARS DEAR GOD.]

[filter to Django]

How are you holding up, partner? I hope the radio silence is because you've been gloriously enjoying the sunshine, hm? Making up for lost time and all that...! [are you okay partner? :(]

B): action; 1648 Albright Lane - lunchtime.

[there's the smell of something burning, late in the morning approaching lunchtime -- and if Rachel or Cain follows their nose, they might find the source in the form of one (1) Abel Nightroad with his drone wife's FRILLY PINK APRON several sizes too small draped around his neck and haphazardly tied back in the process of butchering... grilled cheese. yes, he is a total failure.

...somehow, he's gotten butter all over the counter and is trying to catch an overturned bottle of orange juice that is apparently spilling its contents over and onto the floor. the pan is burning and he's jostling cups and plates, trying not to drop EVERYTHING EVER as he fumbles to cease the spill of juice fruitlessly.

NO ONE SAID YOUR DAD WAS GOOD AT BEING DOMESTIC. this is why.]

C): action; around town - afternoon.

[the tall, lanky, and often times clumsy priest is among your streets today, Mayfield! anyone similarly prone to hitting up the bakery quite often might recognize his face, or simply wish to gape at the way he's leaving cheerily with a bag under his arm and so engrossed in the effort of inhaling the vanilla frosted doughnut in his hand he is clearly not paying attention to anything else. ...like the sidewalk. which, he may or may not inevitably trip over at an uneven crack and WOEFULLY lose his doubtlessly precious bounty as the bag tumbles to spill the fruits of his labor everywhere...

...and maybe his doughnut might happen to ah. misplace... itself from his hand and end up on your face. WHAT DO?]

D): action; church - evening.

[Abel's day eventually brings him to someplace to seek solace, to rest a weary soul... or something of that effect. one who enters might be hard pressed to FIND said priest who should be more or less easy to spot on the regular, right? how many 6'4 lanky bastards in cassock ARE there in here?

...but if one is apt enough, they might notice that the Father's side of the confessional is occupied. do you care to confess? ...or notice that said Father might just be lightly snoring if you listen hard enough...]

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[splitthebaby]

Think of it from the point of view of the planets. They have their own creatures which they painstakingly made and there is only one of each. Then you have Earth, which was too weak to do such a thing. Instead, an intelligent creature on the planet came forth on its own. Even worse than that, those creatures kept multiplying, sacrificing the non-intelligent beings on the planet to help fuel their growth.

Don't you get annoyed when weeds spawn in your yard and start to take over without heed, killing off your grasses and flowers?

[bloodsugar]

[...

he nudges the glasses up on his nose with a thoughtful pause, even if the expression behind those lenses is suitably vacant as if this idea is far too lofty for a mere priest to grasp.]

Yet the vampires are from the 'moon,' in essence, aren't they? How did they end up on Earth, if there was originally only one from the Moon who disdained mankind?

[splitthebaby]

Vampires aren't originally from the moon, no. There's a very key thing you have to keep in mind. Vampires are any creature who take a liking towards human blood. Therefore, without humans, there are no vampires, yes? So vampires originate from Earth since that is where humans are.

That aside, it's quite a story. Earth, whom we will call Gaia from now on, feared humans so she called for help from her fellow solar bodies. The Moon was the only one to answer and Brunestud came to the Gaia. As a special gift for Gaia, he created a new type of being called True Ancestors who would feed upon humans and be a natural predator, keeping their population in check. Just to be aware, only one True Ancestor still exists to this day.

As for humans, Brunestud found a few of them worthy for immortal life and granted that to us. That would be the original six Dead Apostle Ancestors.

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[bloodsugar]

[that story is quite eerily similar in some ways to another he's heard, and Abel is growing quite quiet, listening intently as Merem goes on. 'keep the population in check...' that's just cruel. to pick them off like animals?

...who is he to judge.

he pauses, before eyes shift back to the others' face.]

[bloodsugar]

...This is... way too convoluted for me! Dead Apostle Ancestors? Type Moon? Gaia and Brunestud and True Ancestors... there's too many fancy titles, g-geez... How do you keep all this straight?!

[splitthebaby]

Historical research is my hobby. Of course, it's easier when you've lived it but I find it all interesting and easy to remember.

[bloodsugar]

That's... quite a long time to remember all of that, don't you think? I guess your memory is pretty sharp!

[splitthebaby]

Not at all. The brain is capable of holding an infinite amount of information.

[bloodsugar]

But our memory dulls over time! I guess that's a byproduct of aging, so I suppose you're not effected by that, on second thought...

[splitthebaby]

Exactly.

[bloodsugar]

So... I guess this means there's someone else from your world here, doesn't it? [this descendant...] Are you two friendly?

[splitthebaby]

Two people from my own world. But we're all rather friendly.

[bloodsugar]

Two? Ah-- well, it's good that you're all friendly...

[splitthebaby]

Is it? I suppose it saves a lot of problems.

[bloodsugar]

Do you all work together back home, or know each other some other way?

[splitthebaby]

Only Ciel and I work together. Arcueid, on the random occasion, does work with us.

[bloodsugar]

...You work with Sister Ciel?

[oh.

...oh. he perked up a bit at that, quite obviously surprised.]

[splitthebaby]

We're close co-workers, yes.

[bloodsugar]

She didn't tell me a friend from home had arrived... [now he's looking pouty. CIEL... HE THOUGHT THEY HAD A THING HERE...]

[splitthebaby]

Ciel likes to be quiet about much of her home life.

[bloodsugar]

She is a private person, I suppose. [dragging anything out of her is something of a game, isn't it... HMM. he's garnered more from observation than anything she's said herself, now he thinks about it.]

I guess it would be rude of me to ask too many questions, hm?

[splitthebaby]

Do what you wish, Father. I personally learn a lot from a person by what they ask.

[bloodsugar]

Are you saying you'd like to get to know me better in tempting me to ask?

[splitthebaby]

Yes. Would you like me to tell you the things I already know?

[bloodsugar]

Already know, hm.

[...h-heh?]

Ah-- sure. Sure! Shoot. I'm all ears!