...Partially. But no, it is...it has been my disease for many centuries, deepened into something uncontrollable in the last year. There is a seal, but in that moment, it had been removed.
[ She's not good at lying and in circumstances like these, it's best to be as honest as she can]
...I am a 'bloodfiend'. I know not the term other worlders use, but it is a disease passed on from one to another, where we become enthralled by a desire to feed, lest we perish away from a blood-starved madness. [a pause, and then she elaborates]
Ah, fear not. I hath not needed to feed in over two centuries. I hath always found sustenance in blood substitutions most satisfactory. But 'tis not always the case for my kind.
...Thus why you asked the Dramaturge for assistance before things went awry, I take it?
Does your disease pass on from the bite of another? [AKA, do they need to watch the two that just got bit up to kingdom come, or no? (RIP Lavi, dead before this question was relevant anymore)]
Yes. If my blood thirst is kept under check, I shan't lose control like I did that day.
[She shakes her head]
Nay. To pass this disease requires the agreement of both parties. 'Tis not so simple or the City would be overrun with my kind. A certain physiology and a mental state are crucial for the proliferation of Bloodfiends.
It depends on our rank, how far we our bloodline falls from the First Kindred. I am a Second Kindred mineself, and without restraints and with my thirst satiated, I would say I was one of the strongest of my kind. A stronger body, higher tolerance for pain, the ability to craft weapons from blood.
[A pause and she admits ]
Twas my role against the giant bloodfiends for my Father. To craft unbreakable lances for him to wield.
I had no memory of family. I was born alone. [ She says it with frankness, dropping her colourful speech patterns again. It didn't suit now] The world was a cold place. Empty. Even back then, the City was a wretched hive that did little to protect those within its borders. Very little mattered. Then he arrived. [a pause, as she considers the scent of her own flesh burned to charcoal, the aching pain that did not matter. The red eyes and silver hair that loomed above her, offering her a hand] He was my hero.
[a pause as she studies Solomon]
Your hair is quite similar in color to him. Only he never cut his once. I always had to help him keep it tidy.
Nay! 'Tis from my father I adopted this method of speech and understood the importance of bringing color into mine world. [And just like that, she slips back into her usual self. Also, she just thinks it's fun, speaking in such a grandiose archaic way] The City itself has 24 districts, each with its own unique characteristics. 'Tis not an easy place to live.
[how does one describe the hyper capitalist hellscape that is the City?]
Mmm, a place that sits on its own. There are the outskirts, but they are even more treacherous and difficult to navigate than the Backstreets of the City.
Sounds like a place I know from back home, then. [A quaint little monarchy, settled in the dark. Gotta walk through seven layers to get there, but yknow.]
What makes it so dangerous? I imagine the Bloodfiends must only be a part of it if it's divided into so many sections.
Mmm. All of the City is dangerous. Each district is run by a 'Wing', and within that wing...many people suffer to stay under that protection for it costs a large sum of money. Those cast outside into the backstreets live in fear of cannibals, syndicates and ah, worst of them all, the Sweepers that emerge during "The Night of the backstreets."
[And yet]
But the dangers within the City are all "Human" as far as the Head is concerned. Outside, are creatures beyond the title of "humanity". True monsters.
[Cannibals, though... out of necessity or out of transformation like Don's, is his first question. Really the more Don explains, the more questions he has.]
If the danger is so widespread, you would think protections would be a public interest, not a profit margin... [But, yknow, capitalism sure does exist in some places.] Do you tend to have to defend from more inside the city, or from threats outside instead?
The Head. The Eyes. The Claws. They are the Supreme government of the City. None shall act without their knowledge. One must always adhere to their Taboos.
[Hypercapitalist hell is thy name]
Tis...an odd query. Dangers lurk within the city. But much is allowed to go unpunished for they violate nothing that would beckon the Head's attention. The Outskirts remain the Outskirts. Verily, they have yet to pierce through the walls of the City.
But nothing is a better title for a position so illustrious!
[Sparkles. She loves Fixers]
Ah, no. 'Tis a term for villains that plague the City. It ranges from Urban Myth to Star of the City. Fixers are contracted in various ways to deal with such issues.
[That pulls Don Quixote up short, shoulders going back with righteousness]
I will fight for that illustrious ideal! 'Tis never within my desire to ever become a blight upon the people. I will be stronger and fix things where I can...yet I understand if people find it difficult to believe, for I hath yet to prove mineself here in any meaningful way.
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Tch. So his threat truly doesn't stop at us. [This makes him deeply sick in a way he hates in its familiarity. Ugh.
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And what of what happened to you afterwards? Was that his doing as well?
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[ She's not good at lying and in circumstances like these, it's best to be as honest as she can]
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...What exactly are you, my dear, that you can live like this for centuries?
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Ah, fear not. I hath not needed to feed in over two centuries. I hath always found sustenance in blood substitutions most satisfactory. But 'tis not always the case for my kind.
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Does your disease pass on from the bite of another? [AKA, do they need to watch the two that just got bit up to kingdom come, or no? (RIP Lavi, dead before this question was relevant anymore)]
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[She shakes her head]
Nay. To pass this disease requires the agreement of both parties. 'Tis not so simple or the City would be overrun with my kind. A certain physiology and a mental state are crucial for the proliferation of Bloodfiends.
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I'm surprised anyone would agree to it... does it give you some sort of advantage, to choose to be a Bloodfiend?
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[A pause and she admits ]
Twas my role against the giant bloodfiends for my Father. To craft unbreakable lances for him to wield.
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Was your Father also a Bloodfiend? Is this something you were taught through him?
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Did something happen to them? Or was it something you were never told?
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[a pause as she studies Solomon]
Your hair is quite similar in color to him. Only he never cut his once. I always had to help him keep it tidy.
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It's quite a drastic shift in personality, one that catches Solomon off guard enough to extend the pause a little too long.]
I hope it isn't a bad reminder, in any case. I would feel bad making you think of someone you didn't want on your mind.
What kind of place was it? Your City.
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Hahah -- well, in that I'll take some relief. You must really look up to him.
Is it the capital of some larger country, or a place that sits all on its own?
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Mmm, a place that sits on its own. There are the outskirts, but they are even more treacherous and difficult to navigate than the Backstreets of the City.
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What makes it so dangerous? I imagine the Bloodfiends must only be a part of it if it's divided into so many sections.
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[And yet]
But the dangers within the City are all "Human" as far as the Head is concerned. Outside, are creatures beyond the title of "humanity". True monsters.
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[Cannibals, though... out of necessity or out of transformation like Don's, is his first question. Really the more Don explains, the more questions he has.]
If the danger is so widespread, you would think protections would be a public interest, not a profit margin... [But, yknow, capitalism sure does exist in some places.] Do you tend to have to defend from more inside the city, or from threats outside instead?
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[Hypercapitalist hell is thy name]
Tis...an odd query. Dangers lurk within the city. But much is allowed to go unpunished for they violate nothing that would beckon the Head's attention. The Outskirts remain the Outskirts. Verily, they have yet to pierce through the walls of the City.
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Damn this city of yours is whack]
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[It gets Worse]
As long as I am not designated a Star of the City, I would simply be allowed to exist, with the job delegated to Fixers alike to remove.
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What makes a Star any different? Do they serve a role like the Head?
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[Sparkles. She loves Fixers]
Ah, no. 'Tis a term for villains that plague the City. It ranges from Urban Myth to Star of the City. Fixers are contracted in various ways to deal with such issues.
[We don't talk about the level after]
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...
[Brassy eyes settle on her with an odd firmness.]
Do you consider yourself that now, after what was done, Don? A villian in our midst in this place, deserving to be dealt with?
Or do you plan to pursue that illustrious ideal instead? To be a Fixer, and try to make things right?
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I will fight for that illustrious ideal! 'Tis never within my desire to ever become a blight upon the people. I will be stronger and fix things where I can...yet I understand if people find it difficult to believe, for I hath yet to prove mineself here in any meaningful way.