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[dieinnafire]

[this fine evening, at one of the tables in the Mess Hall, Radu is sipping absently from a glass as he reads. Said glass is filled with a dark red liquid...much thicker than wine. It rather looks like blood, and if you get close enough, it also smells like blood

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[healingcock]

[dressed in a lab coat and glasses]

I take it that's not wine.

[dieinnafire]

Not quite, no. Is that a problem?

[healingcock]

I was hoping you'd share, if it was.

[dieinnafire]

I believe I still have enough for a few glasses--though that would require returning to my room. This, however, I do not believe you would wish to try.

[healingcock]

Where did you get it anyway? ... or is this a question I don't want to know the answer to.

[dieinnafire]

[pulls out a small box from a pocket and tosses it at Raph; it's filled with blood-red tablets]

Really, how did you think I've survived the past few years? Father Nightroad places an order for the store here to supply these; the other Methuselah and I all take advantage of his generosity.

[healingcock]

[catches it and examines, before tossing it back.]

You might have had a business deal with a donor; how would I know?

[dieinnafire]

It is more dangerous, that way.

[healingcock]

[lounges down in a seat next to him]

Don't like getting your hands dirty?

[dieinnafire]

Ah, it's far too late to be worrying about such things.

[healingcock]

[snorts]

I'll drink to that.

[dieinnafire]

[tips his glass to Raphael in a toast]

I'd offer you a drink, but I rather doubt you would enjoy it.

[healingcock]

Alas.

[dieinnafire]

[takes a drink, licking his lips before speaking again]

Is there a reason for your attire?

[healingcock]

I look sexy in it?

[dieinnafire]

[chuckles]

I certainly would not argue that.