✾ ii - voice

[agodintheopen]

Blood from a bloodpack tastes so foul. I don't suppose anyone would be willing to... donate, some of their own?

I promise, I'll be quite gentle.

[ Think that message was weird? Here's something even weirder: There is zero background noise in this message. No static, no voices, no wind. Nothing. Begging the question of where he is. ]

Comments

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[agodintheopen]

Of course.

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[breakablegirl]

And if someone were to donate, what would they get in return?

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[agodintheopen]

My gratitude. It's quite valuable.

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[breakablegirl]

[Eyeroll.] What about a favor someday?

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[agodintheopen]

Well, that depends, doesn't it?

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[breakablegirl]

Of course.

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[breakablegirl]

Do you agree to the idea of a tentative favor?

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[agodintheopen]

Not until I hear it, first.

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[breakablegirl]

[Sigh.] If there's a time you might be able to help me with something in the future, you return the favor.

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[agodintheopen]

That's not very specific. And those terms are rather steep. I do hope the blood is worth it.

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[breakablegirl]

It's this thing called common decency, you might have heard of it. [Srsly.]

Where are you? I'll come to you.

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[agodintheopen]

Indeed. That's why it's wrong to feed someone sub-par food just because it's convenient.

[ He grins. ]

The meat locker at a local restaurant, but I'll leave. Meet me in the lounge.

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[breakablegirl]

[Meat locker wtf.] ..Okay. I'll be there soon.

[Action!]

[Claire shows up in a hooded dark blue sweatshirt, with black jeans and boots, a beat up looking messenger bag around her arm housing her weapons and other necessities. A last minute decision, she pulls her hair down from its bun, suddenly feeling extremely self-aware of her bare neck. Her hair covers most of it now, and she feels a little less anxious.

She makes her way to the lounge, looking for the vampire Lestat, everything about her body language says she's on guard, but unafraid.]

[ action ]

[agodintheopen]

[ Lestat, as per typical Lestat, is dressed immaculately. Not one to be caught dead in anything even remotely unfashionable, he's dressed in a navy blue, satin jacket, matching slacks, and a black, silken undershirt adorned with gossamer patterns vaguely resembling birds.

He should be relatively hard to miss. ]

Ahh, there you are.