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[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Damian confronts Anita and gets her permission to post up a notice in the bar.]

After getting said permission, Damian has made a new flyer that is now propped up on the edge of the table he sits at. It reads, in nice bold letters:

Willing Blood Donors Needed
for one (or two) vampire(s) residing in Bar.
Terms to be negotiated upon meeting.
Please see Damian for more information.

Since Damian is the only one at the table, it stands to reason that he is the one advertised. He hopes his appearance is inviting, though it's not really his forte. Questions? Ask the vampire!


[[ooc: Open to any pups interested in being bitten/munched on by the vamps at one point or another. Note to those unfamiliar with Anita Blake cannon: the two vamps involved have very pleasurable bites. ^^ Open until it falls off the front page. Slowtimes from now on! Thank you!]]

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[sunbaked_baker]

Having found the door to her bakery once again hijacked by the kleptomaniac bar, Rae had come to Milliways with a vague idea of baking some cinnamon rolls to sell. While her salary as head baker at the coffeehouse was enough to pay her rent, bills, and keep her fed and clothed, she could always use some extra cash: especially with the interesting sounds the Wreck had been making lately. She'd have to get it to a garage sooner or later, and that would just set her mother off even more.

Her thoughts about making cinnamon rolls abruptly changed, however, when she wandered by the table with the sign. Rae quickly went pale, looking ill, as her thoughts regarding flour quality were replaced by the suddenly necessary effort to keep from being physically ill.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian's eyes are drawn more to her sudden lack of movement than to the movement that had taken her by thee table. His eyes are a green that would make any cat jealous, set in a very pale face and framed by hair that is the colour red would become after a thousand years kept safely from the sun.

He eyes the still woman, eventually raising an eyebrow at her. He searches for a good phrase of greeting and settles on, "May I help you?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae bit her tongue, the brief sharp pain helping her dispel some of her nausea. That sign must be a joke, she figures. A horrid, disgusting joke by some sicko who-

Her head turns quickly at the voice, her darkened sight and altered depth-perception making her dizzy as she takes in the stillness in the person (person?) it belongs to. And his emerald-green ey...

Thank you for flying Air Fight-or-Flight today. We hope you enjoy your panic.

This'll be the human waaaaay over here, against the bar with a table between him and her(oh, like that'd stop him, says a nasty little voice in her head), not making eye-contact with the vampire.

"W-what?"

[onebluesuit.livejournal.com]

There was one universal constant: Phoenix Wright was a nice guy. And that meant that, even at the end of the universe, when he saw a sign advertising for blood donors, he stopped to give it a glance. He was a lawyer, not a doctor, and he was sure he remembered something about universal donors, but he was pretty sure he didn't have one of those.

But then, he saw that second line.

"Erk--"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian watches him carefully, seeing the way he starts at reading something other than the first bold line of his advertisement.

He's already starting to wonder if he had botched the wording on it. English isn't his first language after all. Maybe Liz should have helped him with another, more inviting phrase.

Damian doesn't usually start up conversation, but he's doing his best to be what others would consider amicable. "Is something wrong?"

[onebluesuit.livejournal.com]

"I... uh."

Wait, if the sign said vampire, did that mean...?

"I guess I should've expected... vampires at the end of the universe."

Vampires at the end of the universe. That sounded like a bad B-movie title.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Glad to see you got permission."

Even if he's inside he's still not bothering with touching the ground.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"Xaldin," Damian greets with a small nod of his head. "Yes, my mistress wasn't keen on the idea, but relented."

So few words to describe what happened. Then again, this is Damian we're talking about.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Good." Xaldin says quietly "I'm very glad." He settles cross-legged next to a chair across the table from Damian and smiles a little.

[immortalthief]

Amanda is about to walk outside when she see's the flyer and is curious.

"Can you not get blood from Lady Bar?"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Since no greeting is given, Damian gives none in return.

"Yes, but it doesn't quench the thirst like a live donor does." He isn't sure why, but his mun has a suspicion that the Sparkle!vamps (from Twilight canon) have made Bar serve non-human blood only. If he were to drink only that for an extended period, he would rot from the inside out. Therefore...

"Are you interested?" He is nothing if not blunt and to the point. No reason in wasting effort on those not interested.

[immortalthief]

"I see no reason not." she admits.

Offering her hand, "I'm Amanda"

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

Charlie stops, reads, and smiles at the sign.

"Cute. I take it you're Damian?"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian raises an eyebrow? 'Cute'?

Well, that's a new reaction.

"Yes, I am Damian. Are you interested in donating blood?" He says it as nonchalantly as possible, as if his life doesn't depend on getting donors and sucking their blood. If he were in his own world, this wouldn't be a problem.

The irony. The pleasure of getting away from it all to Milliways with the consequences of... getting away from it all to Milliways. Go figure.

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

It takes a minute to consider that. And he laughs a little, tucking his hands in his pockets as he rests a hip against the table, studying the man, and the sign.

"Sure, why not. Though I warn you if you drain all my blood you're going to have a really pissed off dead smith on your hands." He doesn't mind the concept of giving blood, in abstract or as a concrete idea. He's done it before.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny notices him in a way she notices most the Gingers in the bar. "I wonder if being a witch would matter?"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Ah, but Damian isn't exactly a Ginger. His hair is a scarlet that can only naturally come about when the red hair is kept from sunlight... for over a thousand years.

He eyes her carefully. "In my world, magic makes the blood a bit more potent, but I can't be sure without testing." He honestly hadn't really thought about the magic levels in foreign bloods. Now that he does, he realises what a risk he is taking and knows he'll have to do a finger prick test or something on each of those willing to donate, just to be sure that there is nothing drastically wrong.

Damian would rather not become the hypothetical canary in the mine shaft.

"Are you willing to donate? I will answer your questions to the best of my ability."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher eyes the sign, then Damian.

"She gave you permission?" He asks, surprised.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"I can barely believe it myself," Damian admits, gesturing that Asher is welcome to one of the chairs next to him.

"We argued. I'm not certain what changed her mind, made her see the logic." He pauses before adding, "She also decided to back off on you and Nathaniel. No more supervised visits."

He doesn't mention that he had anything to do with it. He doesn't need to. He merely gives Asher a small, satisfied smile.

[alertcommando]

On her way outside, Tanya pauses to raise a brow at the sign.

"Okay, pun intended, I will bite. What is this all about?" She might be just a bit confrontational, but her feelings towards vampires are very ambivalent.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"I am a vampire in need," Damian states simply. If he is amused by her vampire joke, it doesn't show on his calm countenance. Chances are he isn't amused, though. A thousand years of being undead makes vampire bite jokes a bit old.

"My mistress has given me permission to set up a donor list for those willing to be bitten when my need arises. My magic turns the pain of the bite to pleasure, and although the wound will have to heal on its own, there is no true danger involved. You won't become one of us, I can't drain you on my own unless I intentionally murder you, and I am under strict orders to do no harm and take only the willing. I'll need to know if you are human and have any magic sensitivity, along with your availability and contact information."

There. That's rather concise. After talking with others in the bar, he's gotten better at this. He isn't a very social vampire, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason wanders by and sees the sign, and has to stop over.

There's a cocked eyebrow as he approaches. "Advertising? I haven't seen you since that first time; isn't the Master of the City's pomme good enough for you?"

He knows he was, but he can't resist teasing Damian.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

A familiar face. Damian is almost relieved to see Jason, even if it means being teased.

"You know you are," he says with a small smile, "but I cannot rely on you every other day while you are recovering." If it were just sips, perhaps, but he is not a master like Asher or Jean-Claude. He has to take fuller feedings much more frequently.

[boundxkitty]

Liz settles into a chair at his table, millitime-abused to just after her talk with Anita, which means she's still in the bikini. Her eyes take in the sign before smiling slightly at Damian.

"I'm glad she agreed to your idea. Had any luck yet?"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

"A few good 'bites', as they say."

Damian? Actually utilizing a vampire-related pun? He must be pleased with himself in order to stoop so low.