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[cannibalcrown]

[The screen violently jostles around. There’s the flash of a blade, blood flinging past the feed. Vamp’s face swings into full view for a few seconds, then falls out of sight, replaced by the distinctive tear of flesh and bone. The camera wiggles, dizzy and sick, and after the decisive suckling sound of mouth meeting gurgling, turgid flesh, the

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[whipwing]

[staring, completely stunned] What... the... fuck...? [Yeeeah, it doesn't quite register with her just yet what's happened. Because what the fuck. What the fuck.]

[fevoreish]

*Don't mind Heat; he hasn't quite noticed the feed yet. He's still licking his fingers. He's a complete mess from head to toe, drenched in blood, splattered in his face, hair, clothes... but he was already busily lapping up what he missed during his first go.

And he didn't have the excuse of a partial transformation, either... not that he would ever give such an excuse.*

[whipwing]

Freaks... fucking freaks! [fsdkjdsfklds] I thought... He couldn't be killed...? What the hell...

[fevoreish]

*And finally, Heat catches wind of a faint, tinny voice coming from the small device on his person. He furrows his brow and pulls his own DreamBerry out from his pack, staring belligerently into the screen.*

What the hell do you want?

[whipwing]

I want to know what the hell kind of fucked-up monsters you people are! What'd he do to deserve it?

[fevoreish]

*Luckily, Minatsuki, Heat is feeling rather satiated from his recent meal. It keeps him relatively calm for brief spurts at a time.*

Whatever. He was food and we were starving. I grabbed the first guy I found, and he was just standing there.

Not my damn problem he didn't try fighting back.

[whipwing]

That's fucking ridic--

...He didn't try fighting back? [that stops anything else she might have felt; that bit of info just doesn't click with her]

[fevoreish]

*Oh, Vamp definitely tried fighting back, but Heat's definition of 'fighting back' is taking on one's demon form. Using Atma Powers, so to speak. Heat continues the conversation as if he were chatting over something as mundane as coffee and cigarettes.*

I like 'em gutsier.

All you people here are like pathetic little sissies. Where's your strongest?

[cannibalcrown]

...Heat.

[fevoreish]

-- Dammit, Serph.

*The lack of fights were getting to him. Although he couldn't complain about the compliant food supply, no one put up a good fight. That made for some very boring meals.*

[whipwing]

As if I'm gonna fucking answer...! [though clearly still confused, she flicks her eyes away from the view of the bloody man on the screen; he reminds her of some Deadmen she's met]

[fevoreish]

Heh. Then I'll find his ass myself.

[honor_tactics]

...this may be difficult to comprehend. But we have a certain....condition.

[They haven't gotten this bad of a reaction before. Not even from Lokapala. So Gale's not entirely sure how to explain the Atma virus and its...side effects.]

[whipwing]

Condition? Just say 'fucked-up fetish' and make it easier for the rest of us! Either way, someone's gonna fucking die.

[honor_tactics]

What is a "fetish"?

We have been infected with something called the Atma virus. It allows us to transform into demons and use their power to protect our comrades. But it comes with a price. We must eat.

But this has never happened before. It has never gotten so out of control.

[whipwing]

...Demons, huh? You're saying that you can't control it at all? [she'll believe pretty much anything now in this screwed up dream world]