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Help to your kitchen? I think I could help with that, got some new magic since we last met...

I have a bit of a problem with it but I can get there super quick to help out.

So you don't remember anything about silver doors, or clones this month?

Edited 2019-01-25 21:59 (UTC)

Oh golly clones?

Yeah no, my mind's a blank there? How much magic do you need to work kitchen stuff?

Lol, yep! Clones!

So if you see a lot of "twins" running around...chances are they are clones.

I guess not much? I do want to try to see if I can use my fire to do those fancy little touches some chiefs use a blow torch for....one day.

dont get too ahead of yourself! I like my manor, you know

I'm not going to try today!

Sides, I guess I could participate in plenty of insurance fraud, but that would be super shady

[Not that Al WOULDN'T do it, but he is going to play this one off as a joke.]

if youre doing that you could just ask for a loan maybe

anyway

you know my address right

I don't belive I have ever came over yet, so I don't know.

Anything you want me to bring?

is it day out?

i can't tell from here

Anyway its [ insert address here - in a rich area of Viea Village, it's a manor on the top of a forested hill with a winding drive up ]

[Al looked at the address a few times just to make sure he got the right place. Thanks to his super speed, he made it there in record time

She wasn't kidding when she said "manor", cause who the hell really lives in one of those now in days anyway?

He knocks on the front door and looks like this, a small ring of fire is floating directly behing Al]

Hey Elda! Told ya I can come here quick!

[ She wasn't. But then, there's also no response at the door? There's some sounds of bats (not that he'll necessarily know what that sounds like) on the other side of the door, but Elda herself? Yeah she's not answered. ]

[The high pitches squeaks set Al a bit on edge...Al then knocks on the door harder]

ELDA?! IT'S AL! You okay in there?!

[ Alas, there is still no response? Mostly because she can't... really respond... ]

[Al looks around and is anxious...did something happen to her?]

Please don't hate me...

[Al focuses on his sword and turns it into his knife and turns the knob first to see if it's unlocked...if not, he will use his knife, that can cut or burn almost anything, slice the bolt keeping the door closed so he can let himself in and look for her.]

[ The manor itself does indeed have a locked door! And the interior doesn't have lights on. Or well, it does? But they're dim and red as opposed to anything near bright. There's no response still but

yes, locked.

he can totally rip it open if he wants ]

[Al cuts slices the lock to open the door, the red lights freak him out, something REALLY bad could be happening!

The small ring of fire that follows Al, lights the place up a bit when he is inside.

He speed walks around to try to find Elda...she said she wanted help to get in the kitchen...maybe she got there on her own? Or maybe might be near it.

She couldn't be hurting that bad could she?]

[ She made it to the stairs on the second floor of the manor, so ... not all that near the kitchen honestly. That said, she also does not look herself at all. She's visibly about ninety years old at this point - withered and frail looking because of the fact she's not managed to get blood.

That said, that busting his way in causes the bats to hiss at him, especially because of the light source now spilling out in their manor!!

But they will also try to lead him in there. towards her. ]

[Al glares at the bats...especially when they hiss at him.

Which makes Al suddenly think about some serious vampire vibes.

It WAS at the back of his mind since he got there but...surely...there might be SOME other explanation as to why there is bats, in a manor no one bothers living in.

Okay so maybe it IS vampires, but it's still Elda right?]

You make a move for my blood and I will cook every single one of you...painfully.

[And to imply he can back up his threat, the ring behind him grows brighter still before going back down. Before following them up the stairs, if Elda is a vampire, maybe these are her bats? If there is ANOTHER vampire here...well, he would have to take of the other vampire first right?

Even if burning a vampire doesn't kill it...it should hurt enough...right?]

[ The bats don't respond because they are, well... bats. But they are leading him to their mistress, something she's aware of is happening because she hears him... and smells him. Her eyes, shifted to red and cat-like look up at him, seeming a lot sharper than her collapsed form (face down on the ground in addition to her aged experience) would otherwise imply. The bats surround her, and she groans out something like, ]

At least -- let me give you the instruction. Golly.

Elda!

You...you weren't joking

[He said with sadness, kind of regretting threatening the bats and then...of course his impulsive brain comes up with something]

So...super unrelated question...do you have names for all of them?

Though more importantly, what kind of vampire are ya?

Since that is kinda obvious now.

Shut up. Get me downstairs or go yourself.

[ She grumbles that out, pressing her face into the floor. She groans a little at that. It's too many questions while she's... just... you know, old and like this. ]

[Oh, yeah...shit, he should have picked up on the super weak thing.

Al just goes to her and slowly but gently picks her up.

His body might be a little too hot, since he is using the ring behind him as a source of light.]

I got ya...I told you I was going to help...I just...sorry...I'll shut up.

It's -- fine.

Just. Got stuff in the kitchen.

[ She hopes. She tries to sound more comforting than curt, but... ]

[Considering her condition, he slowly takes his time going down the stairs carrying her to the kitchen.]

Okay, kitchen we go then...

[he said warmly...litterally he got warmer.]

Here we are, so, what are we looking for?

I'll come right over. Can you tell if it's normal sick, vampire sick, possibly hungover sick?

vampire sick probably honestly

no its definitely mostly that

I'm not really familiar with vampire sick, but I can carry you around if you need. I'll be there in fifteen minutes or so.

[The library isn't a super short walk from Elda's house, alas. And her driveway probably takes a full two minutes to walk up.]

[ That it does! Especially if it's darker which is probably is. Either way, Elda doesn't respond at first but then notes, oh right: ]

The key is buried in the bushes im on the second floor

Got it

[About fifteen minutes after his previous message, Shuji arrives. He finds the key fairly quickly (considering the 'hidden' and 'dark' things) and enters, going right up stairs.

You still on the floor, Elda?]

[ She is!

She also looks a lot older, visibly frail and wrinkled and like she forewarned, easily looking ninety years old. She's been dehydrated of blood as far as he system is concerned and as a result she barely feels strong enough to move. She's collapsed here on the ground with a half dozen bats flicking around her while her fingers are gnarled on her phone here on the ground next to her. As Shuji comes in and up the bats do turn to hiss at him, but Elda waves a hand and lifts her head blearily to groan at him. The light are also on brighter than she'd like right now, but at least the lighting is still red? her son's at school, at least?

For her part, she waves weakly at him. ]

[So, when Elda said she looked ninety, Shuji sort of assumed that was exaggeration from a woman who normally looks very good for her age and that she looked worse than normal but not... like this.

Well.]

Elda!

[He hurries to kneel beside her, barely remembering to flick off the lightswitch before he does so.]

What happened? How can I help you? I-I'm sorry I should've picked up blood from somewhere-

[Since he has none of his own to offer, which is clearly the worst part of having ink for blood.]

I know. Don't... worry.

[ About his blood, that is. The minute he came in the manor she both heard it and some bats had followed him. But that was met with the fact that she got his distinctly odd smell. Curling up a little to try to sit up more (she finds she had no upper body strength, ugh) she groans. ]

There's some in the kitchen. Probably.

[ Unless she threw it out while she forgot...? she's not sure. ]

[Probably is better than definitely not at all, so. Carefully, Shuji scoops Elda up in a princess carry - even if she weren't so tiny he wouldn't have any issue, thanks Retrospec - to take her to her kitchen.]

Do you usually have it in the fridge?

Yeah.

... Yeah I did. I... yes.

[ Her son questioned it sometimes, but never for long, and never that pronounced. She hopes it is there. If not, she...

Well.

It's probably there. ]

[Her son can deal, because she's Mom and Mom can keep blood in her fridge if she wants to. Sheesh, kids these days.

Right now there isn't anything to do but open the fridge and hope.

And behind door number one is...?]

Elda?

Do you need help? I can get there quick, or I can get emergency services if you need it?

is the sun out I can't tell

emegency services will make it complicated though probably

That kind of help. Hang on, I'm on my way.

It is, right now.

oh is it damn

no wonder the bats

the key is in the bushes next to the door

Togusa is quick to arrive. He's never been inside Elda's place before, but of course he had noticed when the whole manor had just appeared in town. It's bigger than he thought. Save being impressed for later, find Elda now.

He calls out when he enters, on instinct. "Elda?"

Even though she probably knew the second he entered. Maybe even before he entered.

She did know, though the wait for him to arrive was painful, something she sees her dizzyingly trying to focus her mind on anything other than the knowledge that she feels weak right now, her eyes a little bit unfocused and knowing she would burn up if she stepped outside. Well, other than the fact there's tree cover? But she did know as he got up the hill to get to the manor, the bats alerted her. And once... well. once he was inside, three bats get up in front of him to direct him up to the second floor.

But more importantly, in the dimly lit (and with red lights) manor, she smells him. And his blood. That's what alerts her more than anything that he's here, and it causes her to rise up to at least her knees on instinct. She feels incredibly off base right now, her body having not consumed blood in at least a month, maybe two. Maybe she had been human in that time? Who knows, either way, right now...?

She visibly looks closer to ninety years old than not. Thin, gaunt, wrinkled. But she's still got some energy at least as he instincts are kicking in. She'll try to repress them when she sees the man, but her eyes have gone a little catlike as she tries to get herself composed.

The bats startle Togusa for a second, before he remembers who he's dealing with. All the vampire powers, and that's the one that he'll never get used to. He follows upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time.

"Elda?"

He comes to a sudden stop when he spots Elda, gasping audibly at the sight of her. But it only freezes him in place for a moment. Questions and explanations can come later. He takes a deep breath in, steeling himself, before he moves to her side.

"Elda," voice so gentle, as a hand, pulse pounding beneath the skin of the wrist, reaches out for her. He scoops her up to support her (why is she still so light?) and draws her in close. Too close, that heart beat is louder, and coming a touch faster as Togusa anticipates the risk he is putting himself under.

If they hadn't done this before, he might be more cautious. But as soon as he realized what was wrong, he prepared himself for being needed.

"It's okay."

The withered and weak feeling hand of the old looking woman shoots out with surprising strength to try to resist being lifted up, but it's to no avail. She is light. Normally she's probably less than 90 pounds but now she's even less than that, going from thin to frail looking with the aging. She groans a little, her fangs elongating in her mouth to look at, hear, to smell the man, and she groans a little bit as she's picked up, wanting to communicate that she's pretty sure there's blood downstairs, that-

-- that anything.

She can't think. All she can do now is follow the instinct of her body, to latch her fangs wherever she can. She goes for the neck first just because, again, instinct.

At the last instant, Togusa even tilts his chin up, ever so slightly. Getting out of her way. His mouth opens, but the startled cry is cut off in favor of a deep sigh. Just as he told her, it's okay.

It's a physical rush. The body responding to a threat, he knows it, but in the moment, it is the sensation of a strike of lightning dissipating away into cool water flowing through all of him. Flowing out of him. For a few precious seconds, it is just the connection between them. Even Togusa's mind has such a hard time coming up with a description for this, which is a sign that his over-analytic mind is, for once, quieting.

Togusa has enough control to ease the both of them back down to the ground, so gently, expecting that Elda will regain her strength, one beat of his heart at a time. He trusts her. Even in her state, he has an implicit trust that she will still stop herself.

Hopefully... hopefully she'll be able to, and she has to process this slowly, even as she continues to drink from him. It's ... odd. She's pretty sure she tasted food in that time she was off the app, but this feels like it's the first thing she's tasted in over a month. Relief floods her, and she ...

Well, the moment seems to last a long time, her fangs deep into his neck. But eventually, mercifully, she breaks the contact, licking her lips as she sort of collapses into his arms. She doesn't feel fully sated but she at least feels somewhat stronger. More aware.

But this marks a second time she...

The two of them almost collapse into each other, as Togusa sags some from his own feeling of exertion. His head is floating for seconds stretching on, and he breathes deep to try to bring feeling back to himself. He drags himself slightly to lean on the nearest wall, keeping his head upright. He remembers, he'll be feeling amazing shortly.

"Elda," when he feels up to speaking again. He shifts a hand to make contact with hers, a small reassurance.

"Are you all right?"

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