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mayfield_rpg2012-04-08 04:34 am
spitefulvitae) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-08 04:34 am
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02 - Sink into your Embrace
[Action A - 2240 Stevens Road - Friday, April 6th, morning]
[What was this in the mail? Packages? Three of them? One big, one small, and one envelope, all addressed to her? But she knew better than to open any of them in the open. Not with the sun shining. So she had taken them inside, and because she was impatient, brought them down to the light-sheltered basement so she could open them now.
To make a long story short, she now had a bloody nose, an assortment of bee stings, and a makeshift paper sign on the now-locked basement reading "DO NOT ENTER - CONTAINS BEES". Also, that remaining envelope. Sitting on the living room couch, she held it between her thumb and forefinger and fought with herself to hold off on the opening. There was nowhere dark enough. Nowhere secure enough. Not in this house. And the daytime made her sluggish, anyway.
The sun really needed to hurry and set.]
[Action B - general vicinity of 2240 Stevens Road, early evening]
[When the sun had finally dipped far enough under the horizon, Natalie ripped open the envelope from the town. In it was a slip of paper with a single dot of blood upon it. She was confused for only a moment, for suddenly she remembered the knives and the bleeding and the wounds and that single drop of Father's vitae passing her lips. She was experiencing it all over again. Dying again. Rising again.
There's a hideous scream from inside the house. And then not long after that, out staggers Natalie, bloodied from the wrists down, eyes rapidly sinking and darkening and full of hunger. Pedestrians at this time of night, beware.]
[Action C - 1490 Kramden, evening]
[There's an insistent banging on the front door. Ilsa had made promises, and Natalie fully intended to collect on them.]
[What was this in the mail? Packages? Three of them? One big, one small, and one envelope, all addressed to her? But she knew better than to open any of them in the open. Not with the sun shining. So she had taken them inside, and because she was impatient, brought them down to the light-sheltered basement so she could open them now.
To make a long story short, she now had a bloody nose, an assortment of bee stings, and a makeshift paper sign on the now-locked basement reading "DO NOT ENTER - CONTAINS BEES". Also, that remaining envelope. Sitting on the living room couch, she held it between her thumb and forefinger and fought with herself to hold off on the opening. There was nowhere dark enough. Nowhere secure enough. Not in this house. And the daytime made her sluggish, anyway.
The sun really needed to hurry and set.]
[Action B - general vicinity of 2240 Stevens Road, early evening]
[When the sun had finally dipped far enough under the horizon, Natalie ripped open the envelope from the town. In it was a slip of paper with a single dot of blood upon it. She was confused for only a moment, for suddenly she remembered the knives and the bleeding and the wounds and that single drop of Father's vitae passing her lips. She was experiencing it all over again. Dying again. Rising again.
There's a hideous scream from inside the house. And then not long after that, out staggers Natalie, bloodied from the wrists down, eyes rapidly sinking and darkening and full of hunger. Pedestrians at this time of night, beware.]
[Action C - 1490 Kramden, evening]
[There's an insistent banging on the front door. Ilsa had made promises, and Natalie fully intended to collect on them.]
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[Bazett ignores the fangs to focus on Natalie's wrists.]
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[She follows Bazett's gaze, and seems to suddenly notice that yes! Her wrists are quite bloodied. She lifts her right hand, assesses it, and then licks some of the blood away.]
Oh no, no no, I was bleeding. I'm done bleeding. It's over, over, over...
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[She reaches for Natalie's wrist.]
Let me see.
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Fine, fine. Here, here.
[As Bazett gets closer, she'll be able to smell something like mildew and dampness and rot coming from the woman. That wrist? It's not slashed open and there's no flowing blood. But the skin is scarred and withered in a strange way, under all of that smeared, cooling blood.]
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[That's when she notices the fangs. Her first instinct is to let go of the woman's arm and jump back, but then she realizes that if she has a grip on the arm, she probably has an advantage.]
You...you're not human, are you?
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[Her voice is patronizing and sing-song. The longer Bazett spends in Natalie's proximity, the more she looks at stares, the more she'll feel that this woman is not just not human, but wrong. Something that probably shouldn't be.
A sharp motion, and Natalie attempts to snatch her hand back and retreat several steps.]
I am very hungry. You look delicious. I'm holding myself back. I don't think you should be here, now.
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[It all fit together--the fangs, the unnatural feeling, the blood. She is not sure if this woman is a full-fledged Dead Apostle, or if she still has a parent vampire.]
Just let me ask a few quick questions.
[She keeps a firm grip on Natalie's arm.]
First, do you intend on harming innocent people other than drones to feed your bloodlust or to entertain yourself? Second, do you have a parent vampire here? Third, do you contaminate others with vampirism after feeding on them? Fourth, how hungry are you at the moment?
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[Mad smiling was quickly becoming frustration, though. She was jerking her arm wildly now, very much wanting to be away. Questions, questions, questions were annoying.]
I intend to find something to feed from so my Beast doesn't consume me and send me across this stupid town eating anything in my path! My sire is dead and you will never speak of him again. I contaminate nothing, I embrace no one. And I am fucking ravenous, so let go of me!!!
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[Bazett releases Natalie's arm. And then, in one quick motion, she slices her left hand across her own right wrist. As expected, blood comes spurting out, just as if the wrist had been cut with a knife.]
Sate your hunger, but do not try anything funny.
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There are no clever words and there's no more snapping or snarking. There's just hunger and the ravenous beast inside of her. All of her willpower goes towards not simply going straight over the edge and trying to drink the woman dry, but that leaves nothing to keep her from giving in to the desire to feed. She snatches Bazett's arm and drinks greedily, with very little dignity.]
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You're more generous than most. [She licks her lips.] You don't taste like a ghoul. What are you, neighbor?
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A magus. An Enforcer of the Mages' Association, to be specific. It is one of my duties to look after the activities of magical beings in this town. In this case, since you were not actively malicious and feeding you was the only way to keep you from attacking someone else, I simply decided to provide you with the necessary blood.
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You're very practical. I wouldn't have expected that. Vampires tend to make people do irrational things. Just on... principle.
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And then came a realization.]
Oh! Yes, right, that reminds me... I need to go find a drone and have a drink, and see if there's anything worthwhile in those veins of theirs....
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They bleed as much as anyone else, so you might as well as try.
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[But the point seems to have been made, and her wits are about her. She starts to stride off in search of a drone.]
Thank you for being so generous... I'll make you some cupcakes, if you want...
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There is no need. I was simply doing my work. If you ever have any issues--like if you need help or shelter or even food, you can come to my house. I am in 1130 Taylor Road.
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