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[lolinyourdreams]

[Road is seated on the railing in the central area of the DR, fanning herself with a handful of pamphlets and frowning distractedly. She's dolled up in some gothic lolita fashion that's really not out of character for most versions of herself, but her immediate appearance is human.]Well this is inconvenient. How am I supposed to get a supply of

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[bloodyscore]

[Have another vampire, Road! At least one that got pinged by a supernatural feeling and he's still too young to figure them out from a distance.

So he's just peering around a corner, hood drawn over his head.]

[lolinyourdreams]

[Knowing that Lavi it'd be quite the clash of wills. But even if these aren't her subjects she feels a responsibility to other vampires, especially the gentle ones, like Allen seems to be.]

That's how things used to be, but integrating with human society--that's the best way to survive, in the end. Our nature is too likely to drive us to self-destruction, if we don't.

But tell me what happened.

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[Doesn't eat a single drop of human blood. Well...he didn't. He's started to feed on the poor Finders recently.]

I only heard about it in passing from those in charge of the hotel we were staying at. He was caught by a maid and they pulled him out to the jail using their handcuffs, had a bit of silver in them, so he couldn't escape... The jail cell he was in didn't have curtains, the sun got through and burned him.

[lolinyourdreams]

[In her world they call vampires like Allen Fangless, because they remove their own fangs and drink only Stigma. In a way, vampires like that are her favorites, the ones she cherishes most and protects most, even if they are not the ones she uses for her politics.]

What's silver got to do with it? But what was he caught form they discovered him feeding?

[bloodscore]

[Nope, still have his pretties. They'd grow back in if they got pulled.]

Silver burns and can bind me and the others from home. [Allen nods.] He was feeding on another maid in the service closet...

[lolinyourdreams]

[It's the attitude as much as the lack of fangs--though pulling them out subverts the urge to hunt humans, for her vampires.]

Hmm, that sounds like werewolves. And that's how most of them used to get found--it's the destructive urge, we're given eternity yet we can't help but be careless with it.

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So the legends go. [Tight grin] Though I think vampires are the only real legends.

He was rather old, several centuries I believe.

[lolinyourdreams]

Not back home. [Not going to tell him he's a werewolf where she's from, what's the point?]

Mm~ It's harder the older you get. If you don't have something to hold on to, eternity will carry you away, and you'll forget yourself. [It's weird saying this to him, she's told her Allen this before. But every vampire deserves to be warned about losing themselves, and she doesn't know what this Allen might know.]

[bloodyscore]

At mine, I mean. Sorry. Keep forgetting the world thing. [Another grin.]

He tried to drill that in my head a few nights before he was caught. It...hasn't quite sunk in yet, I'm probably too young.

[lolinyourdreams]

[She smiles back and reaches to touch his cheek again.]

Maybe. But Allen... Find something to hold on to. Because if you ever lose yourself... [Such a little smile...] I'll destroy you. [Because she couldn't bear to see that.]

[bloodyscore]

[And turning once more to nose at it, likes the scent and is trying to put it in his head to find her later.]

Something to hold onto? Like a memento? [He's curious once again, and he's already got it drilled in his head to not try to get attached to a human yet.]

[lolinyourdreams]

[She'll be surprised when he tracks her by smell--a trait her werewolves are known for, but certainly not her vampires.]

A person, a memento, whatever you can grasp onto to anchor yourself. Something you can live eternity for.

[bloodyscore]

[Lots of differences between the two~]

A person... I couldn't stand anchoring myself to a human, to watch them die... That would drive me out in the sun. [Very sad, sad smile.]

[lolinyourdreams]

[She'll be learning that bit by bit.]

That happens, sometimes. But sometimes you can't choose wh--what it is, you just find it.

[bloodscore]

[His head tilts, away from the hand. Listening.]

Something wrong, Road?

[lolinyourdreams]

Mm, nothing. [If you can hear or smell lies, that is one. But a very practiced and easy one.]

Tell me about yourself, Allen.