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[therailtracer]

Who: Vino, Nagi - open to Genkaku and the mansion's residents
Where: Liebert Mansion
When: Night hours
Summary: Vino is looking for damaged goods
Rating: R
Other: Ma~ggot ma~ggot

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[striginae]

But this, of course, was entirely unknown to the person in question -- Nagi had spent the past few hours (but this, again was unknown -- how much time had passed since this torment had begun, he had no way of knowing) fading in and out of consciousness, waking up to the same surroundings, the same empty room, the same four walls boxing him in. Seeming to draw closer each time he opened his eyes

[therailtracer]

Vino caught the pungent scent of blood not long after he had set on his hunt. His pace slowed, no longer mirthful but calm and aware. Undying as he considered himself to be he would not like to stumble blindly into the jaws of a lion. Once again his expectations were reduced to nothing; he had reached the basement without event. The blood that had failed to soak into his clothing now slowly trickled down into his shoe, creating a shallow puddle in his footwear. A curious hum dispersed from his lips as he without hesitation pushed open the door. He had guessed it was left unlocked because the source of all this morose stench was in no condition to escape. The shape distinguishable in the blackness surrounding him, while human, felt inanimate. "Hey there..." Vino spoke into the darkness. The air tasted stale and wet. The assassin languidly bent and scooped the floor with his fingers to measure the warmth of the sprawling blood. Excellent; it was warm

[striginae]

The rhythmic sounds of footsteps drawing closer -- then the creak of rusted metal as the door was pulled open, heralding a slat of dim light. And Nagi waited, afraid to look up -- waited for the taunting words and familiar scent of smoke that he knew would come next. (Leave me alone. Have you not done enough damage already

[therailtracer]

"Aah, so that is how your voice sounds? This is my first time hearing such a thing," Vino remarked on the least important aspect of Nagi's question. The Rail Tracer had yet to be aquatinted with all the marvels of later technology and he could happily check this one off his list. "I don't have a particular name," he explained as his shoe collided with the door in order to grant him and his luggage passage. "I was called Claire, but don't address by this pseudonym, yeah? I prefer Vino - call me Vino." He did not think what percentage of his rapid speech had failed to be digested by Nagi's troubled mind and continued to converse: "Do you know a girl named Shiro? I think she will be happy to see you alive and well, naturally that will take a substantial amount of time, the impression you'd make now would probably scare her. But what am I saying, hm? You know her better than me