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[ash_imperfect]

Asher has been in the Bar or it's surrounding grounds since returning from St Louis. Even if his mun has been utterly faily about posting him in.

He's feeling a little more sociable than he has been, so tonight he's sitting by the fire, drinking a rather incongrous humourous mug of blood (courtesy of Bar), and people-watching

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[ostro_goth]

"One assumes this contains what is written upon it," Teja says, instead of a greeting, almost amused when he sees the vampire's mug.

[ash_imperfect]

Asher nods, smiling wryly.

"Bar's idea of a little joke, I think," he murmurs. "Good evening, Teja."

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Asher," Teja says. "I have not seen you in a while, nor any from your world -- one moment, we were knee-deep in blood-drinkers and wolfmen, the next, they had drifted away like red leaves in an autumn wind."

[ash_imperfect]

"I have been here," Asher murmurs. "But this place has so many visitors, it's easy to lose friends in passing."

[ostro_goth]

"I have not always been in here, of course," Teja says, meaning the bar-room proper. "The forge and the horses take up much of my time, also. So I must have missed you when you did come here."

[ash_imperfect]

Asher nods. "Sit, please," he gestures to the couch. "Tell me how you are."

[ostro_goth]

Teja sits. Complaining about one's lover to a former lover is most likely very bad form, although not a situation Teja ever encountered in life; but one does not need precedent to feel what to avoid. So Teja talks about the other thing on his mind.

"There seems to be a rogue blood-drinker loose in this place," he says.

[ash_imperfect]

"Oh?" Asher sits up, curious. "Rogue in what way?"

[ostro_goth]

"It hunts," Teja says. "Stalks women in quiet places, lulls their minds, drinks from them and then wipes their memory -- it is not even known if it is a he or a she that does so. I myself have seen strange manifestations by the lake; but no more. It has, however, bitten a good friend's" -- he is at loss for words momentarily -- "girl that he is not married to."

[ash_imperfect]

Asher frowns. He knows there are many kinds of vampire here, from many worlds...he knows it is not him, nor Jean-Claude, nor Damian. Why would they hunt unwilling prey, when they can feed upon any they choose in their own world?

"It will not be from St Louis, I promise that much," he murmurs. "None have come through save Jean-Claude, Damian, and myself. And we are all fed well enough by our loved ones."

[ostro_goth]

"You are," Teja says. "And so are others, that are known of, in this place. To survive, any blood-drinker may have blood from the bar, even. But it seems none have explained those to this hidden stranger. Or it revels in rule-breaking."

[ash_imperfect]

"And it will cause trouble for us all," Asher murmurs darkly. If there is a vampire feeding off the unwilling, it will have to be stopped. He makes a note to find Jean-Claude, inform him of the possible danger. After all, if one vampire causes trouble, it is all of them who suffer.

[ostro_goth]

"Indeed," Teja says, "it will cast a bad light upon all of you, and might cause the mortals to turn upon the blood-drinkers and shape-shifters again. Peace delaminates all too easily, like a billet of my folded steel shattering. Security is hunting the rogue; but once they must issue warnings to all so they may be careful, all vampires will be suspect. One cannot leave the people in the dark about a danger hanging over them; but that will spawn those that take the law in their own hands."

[ash_imperfect]

"Perhaps it would be best if me and mine stayed out of Milliways for a while," he muses.

[ostro_goth]

"You will have to decide that," Teja says, "but my advice would be not to."

Long pause.

"In this place, I have learned that I may stand up for what I am, how I am made by nature, and what I feel, instead of killing such feelings within me as not proper, and hiding them if I had them. I do believe that a blood-drink or a shape-shifters may be himself as proudly as a lover of men can be."

[ash_imperfect]

Asher nods. "A point well-made," he concedes. "And yet still, a low profile may be an idea." He looks at his mug and sighs, covering the picture with his hand.