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[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

In the bar there is a table strategically set close enough to the fireplace that the two occupants are cast into a warm light without risking spontaneous combustion. When you're a vampire, you use what assets your immortality gives while hiding pesky side effects with excellent lighting. And these two vampires are old enough to have figured out how best to display themselves. Thanks to the fountainhead of their vampiric line and lucky genetics, they both are quite handsome, one with golden hair and eyes a piercing robin's-egg blue, and the other with striking green eyes and crimson hair.

On the table with these two omg! gorgeous vampires is a clipboard and a sign, which might be a little familiar, since Damian has flashed it around before:

Willing Blood Donors Needed
for two vampires residing in Milliways
Terms to be negotiated upon meeting
Please see Damian and Asher for more information

   

With Jean-Claude now in the bar, they have an even greater need for donors, and that means Damian and Asher have put on their most casual garb and amicable expressions to solicit what mortal women of their world literally beg for in certain circles.

Any takers?



[[ooc: Okay! Two pups, two muns here! All takers will be SLOWTIMED, but please don't let that discourage you! We're looking for pups who A. are 18+ years of age (since Anita will stabinate Damian if she finds him feeding from a minor), B. don't mind being rolled (pain-->pleasure) by vampiric magic, and C. don't mind being put into an intimate (though not sexual) situation with a male vampire. Said intimate situations will play out in follow-up threads that we work out individually with you all, but come on down and have your character sign up! No harm will come to your characters! Just your friendly neighborhood vampires looking for a munch. ^_-]]

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[onebluesuit.livejournal.com]

"Again, huh?"

He'd seen that sign before. Of course, it hadn't been as blurry when he'd seen it the first time.

...He'd not drank as much wine when he'd seen it the first time.

All in all, Phoenix - in stark contrast to the two at the table - looked like hell. His hair wasn't spiked back, and his usual suit was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was wearing sweats, sandals, and a hoodie, and an expression like somebody had run over his dog, but that might've been okay since he was now rather snockered.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian stares for a moment at the man. He recognises him, but the change in his appearance is astounding.

"Mr. Wright," he greets, his voice carefully intoned. He works in a dance club. He knows a drunk when he sees one.

[onebluesuit.livejournal.com]

"Damian." He was drunk. Not drunk enough to do more than slur, but there wasnt much in that name that could be slurred. "Two for sure this time, huh? Guessh I wandered in here at th'right time."

He'd come in earlier, ready for a drink, and he'd drank.

It meant he was going to owe more than a little, but he didn't exactly care about that at the moment.

"Coincidensh works for me for a change."

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian opts for speaking plainly. The fewer words to decode, the better for a drunk person.

"You already signed up, Phoenix. You need to go and sleep off the alcohol."

[onebluesuit.livejournal.com]

The alcohol was what was making it liveable for now. But sleep wasn't really a bad idea.

Damian's words percolated through his brain sluggishly, impeded by wine, but after just a bit, Phoenix started to nod. Sleep, yes. More booze later... probably.

"Sleep. Genius idea. ...I'll be over there." He motioned in a vague direction with one arm before scuffing toward wherever his arm had pointed.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian watches him go. His emotions aren't particularly strong regarding Phoenix Wright -- he barely knows the man -- but he does feel a modicum of concern.

"That's Mr. Phoenix Wright," he tells Asher quietly. "He's a lawyer. He must be having a bad night... maybe a bad week."

Regardless, he swivels the clipboard around and makes a notation beside Phoenix's name. He'll have to check on the man later. Sometimes it's just best not to feed on someone.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

Kida notices Damian--the vampire that fed from her once before--and heads toward him, stopping to read the sign with a blink.

"I did not know you weren't the only one of your kind, Damian," she says mildly, with a small smile. "Do you need me to sign onto your list?"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian offers a small smile to Kida. She was the only one outside the shifters of his own world that he had fed on prior to getting permission from Anita to sign people up.

"It would be best," he says, thinking if Anita found out he had fed from the Atlantian, she might do something rash. "Are you well, Kida?"

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

"I am, thank you," she smiles back, giving a short headnod to Damian and his friend. "Your bite left no adverse effects, save a little tiredness. Who is your companion?"

She picks up the clipboard, and after a moment writes the shortened version of her name and her room number, trusting Damian knows who she is enough to find her.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

He does.

"This is Asher," he says with a glance to the blond vampire. "He is a master vampire, so he won't need to feed as frequently as I do, but the list is for his benefit as well."

[janebecomes]

Jane reads the sign and ends up frowning slightly,

"You have not found your way out of perhaps a novel my Mrs. Radcliffe, sir?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher smiles, attempting to seem nice and non-threatening. Damn Anita's morals, crippling them of their best advantage...

"As far as I am aware, we are both certainly real," he replies, rising to his feet.

[janebecomes]

"Oh."

She bobs a slightly surprised curtsy,

"You must pardon me but I have only ever read of vampires, sirs."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher bows, his hands clasped behind his back, manners perfect; some things are never forgotten.

"Many have not, outside of our world," Asher murmurs, pulling out a chair for her, should she wish to sit. "You would not be the first to be surprised so."

[janebecomes]

Jane sits down with a smile she wishes were a bit stronger,

"Thank you, sir. Is such a sign common practice in your world?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher shakes his head.

"We would have no problem finding willing..." he pauses, "donors. Our bite is pleasureable, and there are many who enjoy the sensation. Particularly shapeshifters." He sits down again himself, golden hair shimmering in the firelight.

"Here, there are only a few of them, from my world. Not enough to feed two vampires regularly." Not when one of them is Jean Claude's pomme, and another two feed Anita's own hunger regularly.

[janebecomes]

"Shapeshifters, what a complicated world you must live in, sir? How many would be needed to feed two vampires?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"It depends upon the vampire, and upon the creature feeding them." He murmurs softly, cocking his head to the side.

"I am stronger than Damian, and need fed less often. A more powerful shapeshifter is more satisfying than a weaker one; we need to take less blood to feel full. And any shapeshifter is more satisfying than a human."

[slayer_fray]

Mel has discovered, to her annoyance, that bitemarks are the kind of important destiny-changing scars that Slayer healing refuses to heal without a scar, which is why she's suddenly favouring high-collared halter necks, and why she hasn't been in the staff apartment all that much.

None of this has anything to do with why she stops when she sees the sign, and back tracks a couple of steps to properly double take and blink.

"You've gotta be spinnin' me."

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian raises an eyebrow calmly. "I assure you that we do no such thing, Miss."

[slayer_fray]

Mel blinks, once, as she tries to work out if she's been taken literally again and what that would actually require, before dismisses it with a quick headshake.

She doesn't approach the table, but she does face it, and the vampires behind it, one unimpressed eyebrow quirked.

"What exactly does 'no business' mean to you people?"

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian has to remind himself to be amicable and give her a small smile instead of simply raising an equally unimpressed eyebrow at her.

"If you're referring to the Bar rules, this is not outside business. This is a need that must be met due to the inability of Bar to provide for our needs. We need blood, and this is the most... civil... way of getting it without harming anyone."

He doesn't mention that his mistress has forbidden him from using his vampiric powers in order to entrance his prey. His eyes don't shine with preternatural light. He doesn't use his skill at seduction to lure anyone to the table. He ignores his nature and sits with the sign-up sheet, making sure that the donors are completely willing by not using anything but normal verbal persuasion on those he thinks are worth the trouble.

[slayer_fray]

With the pause before civil, and the intonation on that word, Mel's raised eyebrow is joined by its partner. She shifts most of her weight to one leg and cups an elbow with the other hand, a deliberately casual stance.

"Funny how the bar does right by every other lurk in the place. You bring this up with the barman?"

They might not have the most open communication of all couples, but this is the kind of thing he'd mention.

From a distance, with a helmet.

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Ah, nothing like strained civility.

"Bar seems to only serve animal blood. We require blood from humans or lycanthropes. The iced bags aren't nearly as satisfying as receiving blood from its source."

There is a pointed glance given to her pulse points, wrist, arm, and neck. With her current stance with one leg turned slightly outward, her thigh gets the glance as well. It's rather informative, a glance that identifies the places they typically feed from.

[slayer_fray]

Mel smirks slowly at what she interprets as a visual threat. Although beyond that, her biggest reaction is to glance sideways at the bar herself.

"Bar won't give you human blood? What'd you do to piss her off?"