002 // Voice

[artificing]

[Cy's in pretty bad shape, even if it can't be seen it can definitely be heard.  His voice is ragged, a growl to it as if he's trying to keep himself together.]

I know all of you...  You're pr--  You're blood is pretty precious to you but...  [He pauses, sucking in a pained breath so he can go on.]

I need to feed.  If I don't...  Well, it'll be bad.  [He gives a bitter little laugh.  Bad is an understatement here.]

Needs to be human.  Can't...nothing else works. 

[As if an afterthought.]  Please.

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[angel_of_death]

Your living arrangements. What are they.

[Walter may sound incredibly demanding and even a bit rude, but there's a specific line of thinking behind what he says. Furthermore, it follows a concern the others who responded-- including his own compatriot-- have apparently yet to properly address.]

[artificing]

Been crashing where ever. [He has a room but he feels weird sharing with strangers.]

Why?

[angel_of_death]

If you're having trouble controlling your hunger, it wouldn't be smart to share a room with up to three beating hearts. Or those otherwise prone to bleeding.

[Imagine the disaster it could be if someone cut themselves on their weapon while at such close quarters.]

[artificing]

I don't have trouble unless I haven't fed like I need to. The whole bleeding thing is why I haven't really been bothering with my room.

[Beating hearts aren't a big deal, his hearing isn't much better than a humans. But the smell of blood...yeah, that would set him off.]

[angel_of_death]

Spare me the reassurances. If you're prone to slipping, you're prone to slipping. Better to admit it, come to terms with it, and get help-- real help-- if need be than trying to pretend it's less of a problem just because it hasn't come to anything awful yet. Doing things half-way will only get you into a bad situation.

And besides, it's a simple matter to get your room changed on the official records. Then you might possibly have a room all to yourself.

[artificing]

It's really no-- I'm... [Okay, he can't really argue here. His weakness is something he can't control. He might grow out of it or learn to get it under better control but he's still just a fledgling, he has a long ways to go.]

I suppose you're used to dealing with my kind?

[angel_of_death]

If vampires are your kind, then yes. On many levels. If you're something else and don't really know what a vampire is, the ones I'm familiar with share some particularly important traits in common with you.

[Traits recognizable enough that Walter already damn well knows he's a fledgling. Which is a large part of why he's so bloody insistent.]

[artificing]

Yes, I'm a vampire. [Although vampires from other worlds differ.]

May I ask how you're familiar with us?

[angel_of_death]

I work for Hellsing. We deal with hostile vampires and other supernatural threats to our country.

[There's a certain amount of pride in his voice as he speaks of the organization. The flaws of their individual members aside, he actually respects the organization and the work it does.]

You might say I'm something of a vampire hunter, aside from my other duties. And yet I'm also used to working and living alongside a vampire. And yes, that does include the task of feeding him.

[artificing]

I've never heard of it. [But he's aware that there's various groups of hunters all over the world and he supposes the same holds true for other worlds.]

I see.

[angel_of_death]

We don't tend to tout ourselves to the public. The existence of vampires itself is a secret in my time. But in light of the situation here, I figured it would be best to be clear about my qualifications.

[artificing]

My kind were sure to ruin the whole being a secret thing over a hundred years ago back home. Cause a big mess with all the supes crawling out of the woodwork.

But, um, thanks. I guess it's good to have folks like you around.

[angel_of_death]

[Supes. When he hears the word, all he can come up with is "soups", but that doesn't make much sense given the context of the conversation. He presumes it is slang for something at least loosely pertaining to vampires.]

I could definitely stand to box the ears of some of these Initiative people. They seem to have a right botch job of an operation when it comes to handling the supernatural. "Let's stick them all together and hope for the best." I wonder if they've apologised for ballsing it up.

[artificing]

Yeah, I've noticed. [He didn't really notice until he was one of those supernaturals.]

I doubt it, they don't seem to care too much as long as we're fighting their war.

[angel_of_death]

It'll end up biting them in the ass one day. Or the neck, as luck may have it.

[It's in poor taste, but Walter's mind does have a strong leaning towards the macabre.]

That being said, I can see you've made arrangements with the clinic already. Good. Have you stopped by yet?

[artificing]

[Cy actually gives a little laugh at that. To be honest such humor is common back home, especially from his Sire.]

I'm on my way, it's a bit slow going with the injuries I sustained. [And all the energy he used up trying to keep himself from being more injured than he is. That thing he fought may have actually put him in a torpor at best, killed him at worse if he'd been any slower.]

[angel_of_death]

[The response piques Walter's interest. For the vampire to be so calm and upbeat as compared to his initial transmission without having stopped by the clinic for blood yet—there's only one reason Walter can come up with that explains it.

He's already fed. But how, and how much?]

You'd best get going then. I'll save the other questions I have for you until later.

[A handful of seconds later, he follows up with a message sent directly to Cyril's network address.]

[artificing]

[Someone was dumb enough to help him out but luckily he didn't take much. And he's only so upbeat because he's focusing on everything but his hunger...at least until he can get to the clinic and satisfy his hunger.]

I think I'm about there so...yeah. Questions later.