Ow.

[seventhbullet]

Rude, missy. That hurt.

What's her name, anyway? The one who was being an election observer and isn't Thorne? (You there, by the way? Or was that legit?)

So yeah, I'm dead. Or Bagrat's dead. Whichever. Anyone want a pile of emergency cash while I still remember where he hides it?

And can someone do me a solid and drop by liminal space with some grub? Somehow I get the feeling I shouldn't go back out there anytime soon. Awkward questions.

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[inexecution]

Melissa? Why would she--

[Okay, no, that could be dealt with later. Bagrat hadn't been the nicest person, exactly, maybe there was an explanation.]

I can bring you something. Any requests?

[seventhbullet]

Yeah, why would she? I'd kind of like to ask her that myself.

Anything is fine as long as it comes in a bag I can carry. I've seen some of you pull stuff out of nowhere, but I don't have the hang of that particular trick yet.

[inexecution]

Hopefully she'll have an explanation soon.

[He's going to try to reserve judgement until then. He knows sometimes things just don't make sense until you have the whole picture.]

Okay, I can do that. It'll take me a little while to get supplies, but I should be there soon.

[seventhbullet]

Thanks, man. I owe you one.

[lunchleader]

--wait, he's dead?

I mean, you were dead?

...this is weird. And scary.

[seventhbullet]

Since I'm over here in what I assume is liminal space? As a doornail.

It's not that scary. S'not like I remember it. [This time.]

[lunchleader]

Well, it's still a little weird for me.

...waitasec - you're offering to give away all of his money?

[seventhbullet]

Not all of it. Most of it's tied up in...a whole bunch of financial stuff I don't really get. Or listen to. But he has a stash tucked away in his office, might as well do something with it. And make it even more confusing for everyone else.

[lunchleader]

Ahh...so it's stuck with Zed, then?

[Enjoy that moment of distaste, Xigbar.]

Still...it wouldn't hurt to have it in the hands of good people instead of bad ones...

[seventhbullet]

Pretty much. Friend of yours?

[Tastes like chicken.]

Is that a yes, you are interested?

[lunchleader]

Not really. He tried to eat me once. And when my friends and I freed our hometown from Darkness, he tried to cover it in Darkness again. We stopped him, though.

[He pauses for a few moments.]

...yeah. Yeah, I am. Pretty sure my group could use more cash, anyway.

[mysunnydisposition]

What? Really? Ugh. Can we all agree that killing each other is not really the best way to solve our problems?

...though I guess it does make the election a little simpler. Tell me someone's already dealing with little miss triggerhappy. [ Yes, that's public. No, she doesn't care if Melissa can hear her. She doesn't want to jump to any conclusions, but the fact that she hasn't already chimed in to defend herself seems pretty suspicious to Steph. ]

[thornsofmalkav]

I am.

[mysunnydisposition]

Okay. Good.

You need any backup, just yell and I'll come running.

[seventhbullet]

I dunno, I feel like my personal problems have been solved. Except the heartburn.

[mysunnydisposition]

Yeah, you're fine. The people who actually live in this world aren't.

Though, since you're here... was Bagrat actually having people killed over the election, or is someone else behind all that?

[seventhbullet]

Just the one person. The rest of 'em were probably Missy Melissa.

Man, he got pissed at that one, though.

[mysunnydisposition]

I hope the others were just Melissa. If we have another killer running around here...

...the one you had killed was Baerry, right?

[seventhbullet]

Yeah, that's them. Bagrat can not take a joke. Or could not, anyway.

after a while...

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah. I'm here.

Melissa. Her name's Melissa. She's the Hunter we've been worried about. And yeah, the delegation was something I made up on the fly when we got here. Somehow we've managed to keep up the deception.

[... she should be happier that she pulled of a near-perfect Malik Gambit... but it's been a hell of a night.]

Melissa's unconscious for now, but Armin can't keep her that way forever. She doesn't know portals. If I brought her to you in liminal, could you keep her from causing any more trouble? Without revenge murdering her? Even though it's super fucking tempting?

[seventhbullet]

Nice job. [He genuinely wasn't sure if it was a con or not, and he appreciates that kind of quick thinking.]

Sure, why not? I mean, what's she gonna do, kill me?

[thornsofmalkav]

... well, she's not going to kill humans, but. [Thorne is maybe not 100% sure you're human? Sorry, bro.]

Okay. It's getting on in the night so I'll either have her there in another hour or so or when it's dark again. I'll bring some blood with me so she'll have something to eat.

[seventhbullet]

Eh, it's not like it took last time, either way. I got nowhere to be.

Blood? I thought you guys were - huh.

[thornsofmalkav]

We were faking being an sent to monitor the election. We're both still vampires, just differently than they are here. They bought that we were a special American subspecies just as they bought that we were an official delegation.

[seventhbullet]

[In retrospect, he does recall seeing her drink with the rest of the vampires. That would be hard to fake, probably.]

Gotcha. That explains a thing or two, I gotta say. ...So she's a vampire vampire hunter? Wild.