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[venetianprince]

Help... me... help...

[Feliciano's voice is weak even across the network, and fades towards the end. There is silence until a new voice replaces it some time later- and it sounds still like Feliciano, and yet... It doesn't seem to be him speaking.]

Someone please retrieve my body. My weak body, I am powerless here and I was being fed on like prey and someone protect my body from that blood-drinker! I refuse to be a blood meal!

GET ME OUT OF THE STONE-CAVERNED HULL OF THIS SEA-FORSAKEN SHIP AND RETRIEVE MY BODY.

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[awitchdidit]

...Feliciano?

[Forgive her for not immediately moving to help, the strangely changed voice over the psychic network is what really got her attention.]

Aside from one of our resident undead getting overenthusiastic, what's going on?

[venetianprince]

Ah, the Endless Witch. You're a clever one, shouldn't you know? One of mine must be.

Allow me to be clearer. A beast by the stones has taken to draining me of my blood. I need my blood, without blood I cannot repair that fragile body.

I have made that body too trusting.

[awitchdidit]

Hm. Hmhm. Interesting, very interesting! You're not the soft bubbly Italian soda I've been speaking to in person, are you?

[venetianprince]

Very clever. Very quick. Well done.

I am Venezia. I am he to which you have spoken, yet he is merely a form of me. I am millions and he is one alone.

I have made that body perhaps too trusting. Too late to reshape it now. Feliciano is- I am- too trusting.

[awitchdidit]

[Beatrice can't help but clap her hands together in joy, which isn't audible over the network, but it happens.]

Ahaha...understandable, understandable! I've had some mildly embarrassing incarnations myself. We have more in common than I thought, Venezia.

Does your physical form really matter, though? Feliciano gave me the impression that wounds inflicted on him directly are impermanent and easily healed.

[littleladyluck]

Oh, gods, Venezia.

What happened? Where are you, and will I be fast enough to get there from the upper decks? [Thank you, lack of psychic inflection, for keeping her from sounding panicky.]

[venetianprince]

Ah, Monaco, my old friend.

There appears to be a vampire near the stones. My blood is its meal, and now my body is sleeping for being drained.

I've no clue of your whereabouts. I seem to be well-drained by now, but I am intent on waking this body up.

Ensure the vampire doesn't bite others.

[littleladyluck]

One of your oldest, dear.

I can make no promises of revenge-- not fatal, anyway, I'm not who I used to be-- but I can get your body to safety and, if need be, get in the way and offer a wrist. Can you tell me what the culprit looked like?

[Private???]

[cawfullyironic]

Gen? What the unadulterated, monkey humping fuck is going on? Is that really Feli?

[venetianprince]

Revenge is unwise. Cursed or not, that blood-drinker is an ally here. Simply monitor him.

I remember little in the darkness. Red hair, pale skin, a gaunt face. He may have changed his form, but red hair is a unique marker. It is why I chose red.

[cawfullyironic]

Wait, what? Dude, what's going on? Where are you?

-=who are you?=-

[venetianprince]

[The voice maintains its aura, but it becomes gentle.]

I am safe for now. My body remains in the stone caverns, most likely. He seems to have taken enough blood to sate him, but my wounds weep.

Davi. Do not be afraid. I am still him. Simply... Him, but more.

[cawfullyironic]

More?
More what?
More Italy?
Whatever, did someone find you yet? I'm on my way down there ready to glow like the motherfuckin sun and set some sanctimonious assbag on fire.

[venetianprince]

You can perceive it that way. I am Venezia, after all.

Not yet. So far as I am aware- which is very little, considering Feliciano's lack of consciousness- I am still in the caverns.

You, caro, to whom walls are no obstacle... you would be fastest. Grazie.

[thornsofmalkav]

Oh my fucking God. I didn't do it! I swear!

[venetianprince]

I do not recognize your voice.

I was not aware there was even one blood-drinker here, let alone multiple.

What is your name?

Do not be afraid. My ire is not for you.

[thornsofmalkav]

Um. Thorne.

[venetianprince]

Thorne! What a lovely name. I'll remember it.

I hope you aren't too perturbed by my voice. I assure you, my usual face is friendly and quite harmless, should we meet under better circumstances.

[stopinthenameofawe]

Don't look at me. [Seriously since when are they not the only vampires here???]

[venetianprince]

You are also a vampire?

...how many are present here, exactly?

[stopinthenameofawe]

Yup.

As far as I knew, it was just Thorne and I. So it's either a skill someone picked up from a Jaunt [in which case BOY DOES SHE HAVE WORDS FOR PEOPLE] or someone's been keeping quiet [which she can't say shit about since she did that for a long time].

[thornsofmalkav]

No, no, I didn't think it was you. You, um, wouldn't treat a meal like prey.

[stopinthenameofawe]

[no. no she would not. feli would not have been crying for help if it was her.]

So who the hell was it?

Is this okay?

[touchy_feeleo]

[At first he didn't recognize the voice. Hearing his voice was still strange to him, but after hearing the second part, it was troubling...]

What are you-- Hey, are you alright?! Where are you?

yup its fine aha suhfsaf sorry Mikleo, Venezia is stiff

[venetianprince]

It is you. The new arrival, yes? Mikleo.

Help is on its way to me, you need not worry yourself.

It seems my body has been fed on by a vampire- I had to call for help here since my body was too out of its senses to do so itself.