All the better to eat you with [OPEN!]

[gotmadskills]

WHO Conrad Ac Faith in Conrad's body
WHAT You know how Conrad doesn't eat people? Yeah, Faith doesn't have a problem with it and she's hungry
WHERE All around the city
WHEN Sunday night
NOTES/WARNINGS Likely violence, potential taking Conrad's body out for a spin in other ways, will update! Also, this is an open log, whoops for not mentioning that

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[neverpassive]

It was Sunday night and for Claire that meant two things! One she had a Bible group that met around 6 and two that once it started she snuck out the back and would go preach to the people who did need it...those damned pro-human groups.

She often found printed lists of Harker's, memorials set up to him and people still whispering his name like some secret chant. There was a rumor the Magistrate had him killed and the last post by him was a fake keeping his legacy alive as a martyr of sorts.

Claire tried to put these rumors to rest as best she could-- but no one really listened to the blond girl with the creature friends. She shuffled past the small crowds of people who were coming out to start filling the clubs and bars of the Bete Noire night, but stopped when she noted a familiar thick framed pair of glasses....

and blanched when she saw what else the vampire was wearing because what the hell"Hey! Hey, sorry ugh excuse me--! Conrad! Hey- stay right there!" Claire made her way straight towards him with a half smile. The other half

OH LORD this is going to be awful >D

[gotmadskills]

It took her a second to respond, on account of she was calling Conrad and that was something she was still getting used to--

Something about the girl brought her up cold, the whole...perky blonde thing. Something stirred, some kind of defensive reaction kind of like hate and kind of like fear and a little like envy slicing right under the surface like a shark.

Except...no. It faded quick, whatever that second of recognition was, once the girl got closer. Hands in her pockets nice and casual, her head weaved as she gave her the once-over. She wasn't up to anything, honest. "Yeah?"

[neverpassive]

"No lecture? That's a switch."

Claire was happy to see the vampire actually getting out, but a part of her...sank at the thought that his new behavior was somehow apart of that-thing-that-happened-which-she-does-not-discuss.

Her smile dropped into a frown for a moment, but she quickly picked it back up.

"What on Earth are you wearing though? Are you on some kinda job? Because uh-that's er... some leather going on there.

[gotmadskills]

"Yeah, 1989 called and took all its sweatervests back..." Conrad was generally pretty interested in figuring out how to be Conrad, maybe it'd make that itch behind the eyes go away. Some parts she could leave like the threads, but part of her wondered if maybe she should be paying more attention to figuring out the whole personal identity thing.

"Do I usually do a lecture?" That kind of matched up with what the other guy said, about how she was generally up in people's business and yelling all the time.

[heavenlychain]

This was already turning out to be one of the worst weeks in Zangetsu's recent memory. Rukia turned into a hollow, somehow, her sword's voice gone all but silent, and now mass amnesia, and personality crises were sweeping the few other people that Zangetsu actually spoke to regularly.
Isn't there a saying about bad things coming in threes? Well, two are covered...so it seems like number three is going to be managing to track down "Conrad" ( who does not feel as Conrad should feel ) for a face to face talk.

At this point, not even the real Conrad was used to the creepy trick of just suddenly appearing out of nowhere that Zangetsu was prone to. No footsteps, no breathing, not even a heartbeat for warning. Just shadows, and then some kid who looks no older than fourteen with a black cloak on standing in the weak shadows cast from streetlamps

[gotmadskills]

Conrad is missing...something. A few somethings, but a couple in particular stand out. She should be able to feel...

Damn, it's on the tip of her brain. Voices, maybe? But that doesn't seem right, she's not a crazyperson. Probably.

Voices that would've for example given her a heads-up on the appearance of someone out of thin air. She has to rely on vampire reflexes instead...it's a good thing those are still crazy fast.

"Yeah?" She swings around, hands spread. "You got a problem?"

[heavenlychain]

Without answering at first, just looking 'Conrad' up, and down. Oh yeah. Something is extremely wrong here.

"What are you?"

[gotmadskills]

Conrad smirked a little, head weaving. "Vampire. Why, what are you?"

Some part of her wanted to reach a little and find out, but nothing happened. She wasn't even sure what she thought would happen.

[swatwithdragons]

This was not what Lance wanted to be doing at night, especially with his handheld missing in action like it was. He'd thought he'd broken Aerodactyl of that habit, but Laphraiog's presence had apparently only encouraged her, and between the two of them he hadn't managed to get the comm back.

It didn't matter. Laph had his handheld hidden, but he'd caught Aerodactyl and was now going out to search for 'Conrad'. Whoever was in his body didn't have the same moral instincts, and Lance wanted to make sure it wasn't misused.

So that was why he was walking the street with a frown, scanning the area as he made his way from Conrad's apartment, trying to work out the route 'Conrad' might have taken.

((OOC: If there's even a tiny bit of physical contact I can work some magic to get Lance to keep his mouth shut more permanently. :3))

[gotmadskills]

Problem was, the route Conrad would've taken was probably the opposite of the route that "Conrad" took. Towards noise, lights and crowds instead of as far away as possible. Still, it wasn't like she was working hard to cover her tracks.

It was later on in the night and she was feeling the rush of not starving half to more-death anymore, she had that blood hot and pumping and making everything good. Not that she couldn't go for another bite but now she felt like she actually could kick in a door.

Hands in her pockets, she was heading back to the office-slash-apartment, wondering if her buddy the thing with the extra everythings would be there.

[swatwithdragons]

It was a problem. It was a problem enough that, eventually, Lance headed back to the apartment to start over in another direction, taking deep, slow breaths to try and stave off the sense of urgency. Wasn't the first time; the key was not to let the sense push too hard.

This meant he was going in the opposite direction he'd started at, moving along the street close to the buildings and keeping an eye out for a figure in ... actually, he wasn't sure Conrad would be dressed as usual. So he just kept an eye out for everything, scanning every person he passed.

Eventually, a familiar profile caught his eye and he paused, looking toward it. The person in question wasn't moving anywhere near like Conrad did, but that didn't mean much.

[gotmadskills]

Conrad was full, so she didn't take a real close gander at the guy looking at her from a ways off. It was either a little early or a little late for a midnight snack so he was off the hook in her books.

The staring got old real quick, though, so she did a little test drive on the juiced-up and improved Conrad, stepping up real quick and close with a grin. "Somethin' I can help you with there, Red?"

[idolstolemylook]

If anyone had asked, Spike would have vehemently denied that he was worried about the little arsehole. Conrad would have to take care of himself, cute little bat-thing or no, hero-worship (of a sort) or no.

But he was out here anyway, striding about trying to pick up the scent because there was something just wrong and Spike was curious. That was all.

He found him, finally, watching the crowd with a downright predatory gleam in his eyes. Well. Maybe he was just finally acting normal. Spike stopped, watching.

[gotmadskills]

Conrad broke off from the shadows, singling out a guy who looked good to go...apparently she was gay? Or the thinking-she-was-a-girl thing ran all the way through, that made a little more sense. Or maybe she was a little bi-curious, she wouldn't kick some of these girls out of bed for eating crackers.

She followed for a little bit, on the hunt, until she slowed, stopped and turned with narrowed eyes. "...what?"

Some guy was watching her, one she got a crazy familiar vibe from

[idolstolemylook]

Spike rolled his eyes.

"Don't let me stop you," he said, waving his hand. "Trust me, first time I've seen you act like a proper vampire. Don't want to interrupt."

[gotmadskills]

Her nose wrinkled up as she lost a little of that swagger, once he wasn't down for a fight. Something inside had her itching for one. "What do I usually do for food then? Blood in a bag? Where the hell does that even come from?"

She tossed her head, a gesture that would've played better if she had more hair. "Tastes like shit, screw that."