[walkabout]

[stopinthenameofawe]

Well this is going to be fun. [the sarcasm does manage to come through.]

So, hate to be needy right off the bat, but if I don't there is a decent chance I would wind up accidentally murdering someone so it's probably better to get it out of the way. The people I normally get blood from aren't here, and I can't go to Liminal and summon up any for myself. If someone would be willing to go to Liminal Space and make me some periodically, or volunteer to let me take some, that would be great. [and by great she means the Beast wouldn't make her go crazy and just take blood from whoever it could.]

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[summerorange]

...so there are people talking this way...

[Sorry, Melissa - she couldn't help but let that thought slip out. Natsumi had been afraid that she'd might be going insane there for a little bit. She quickly regains her composure, though.]

So...how much blood do you need, exactly? I can't just make some blood bags on the spot, but...

[stopinthenameofawe]

Depends on how long I go without. [and how much of her magic she uses but.] But I know well enough of when to stop, if I'm in my right mind.

[summerorange]

And I...I assume that just biting someone isn't immediately lethal?

Not that I want to be rude! But considering that the last vampiric race I met was like that...

[stopinthenameofawe]

...Why would it be immediately lethal? It's not poison, just blood loss from like two dots. [what kind of vampires have you been dealing with???]

[bypartisan]

[On one hand, Byerly recalls what this woman did in Sarmatia. On the other hand, he doubts she's lying about what will happen if she isn't fed.]

I can return to liminal, but I'm afraid I don't yet know how to create things from the liminal material. I am, however, willing to be an occasional meal, if there's a way for me to do it that won't compromise my health too dreadfully.

[stopinthenameofawe]

As long as I'm not starving, I have enough self-control to know how much I can take without hurting anyone.

[senpaidol]

Er...I don't think anyone I know is here either, or at least not the people I scanned for last time.

That kinda sucks, though. Like I get the idea of vampires, but you can't feed from animals or anything like that?

[stopinthenameofawe]

Younger vampires can. The older [or more powerful] vampires can't.

[senpaidol]

Oh. And "vampire" also means that looking like you're in your 20's doesn't matter, huh?

[failgoyle]

You're gonna eat people?!

[stopinthenameofawe]

I'm a vampire.

[failgoyle]

I know that, it's just...just...a knee-jerk reaction!

[itsananimalthing]

When do you need it?

[Riddick kind of has to figure out how to make it first, but he's pretty sure he can. He's been working on making "real" stuff in liminal space for the past few days, before they got dumped here. Also, figuring that out means feeding the demon will get a lot easier.]

[stopinthenameofawe]

At the bare minimum, I'd need it once a week to go without risk. But that's assuming I do nothing other than continue to exist.

[itsananimalthing]

Think we can manage more than once a week. Any particular kind? 'Sides human?

[He may not be super educated, but he knows there's different blood types and all that, and whether she prefers it hot to refrigerated or something.]

[flumine]

Conditions for donation are suboptimal.

...What are the side effects?

[She remembers vampires. She remembers some vampires doing weird shit to anyone they bite.]

[stopinthenameofawe]

Possible side effects include dizzieness, nausea, and an erection last more than four hours. [sorry she had to.] Mostly just arousal.

[flumine]

We'll need to find phenylephrine in case there's a need for intracavernosal injection of an alpha-adrenergic agonist.

[That's probably a joke.

Probably.]

[bypartisan]

[Faintly] Dear Lord.

[ofinspiration]

You're the same kind of vampire as Thorne, or... something different?

[ After Sarmatia, she's not making any assumptions on that front. Different kinds of vampires present... different problems, in a place like this. ]

[stopinthenameofawe]

More or less. Our worlds are slightly different, but not enough to really notice most of the time.

[ofinspiration]

So... I take it you have the same irrational fire problems. [ There's the impression of a sigh, perhaps pointedly dramatic. ] You people have to make everything so difficult...

But I can help with your blood problem. One way or the other.

[tobegood]

[Imriel is abruptly very uncertain and wary. He doesn't quite understand why someone would need blood - but he can't think of anything he considers a good reason for it. Ill thoughts, ill words, ill deeds - taking blood from people definitely sounds like an ill deed.]

...Why do you need to take someone's blood? What do you do with it?

[stopinthenameofawe]

[....there is no good way to explain vampires to children. time for the adult version!]

I'm a vampire. I need to drink blood in order to survive. But I won't take from anyone who isn't alright with it, and I don't take enough to hurt them.

[tobegood]

You drink it?!

[Sorry, Melissa, you have a small, alarmed child in your head. Still, he calms down enough to ask a question that proves he's actually listening.]

...What's a vampire?