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[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Anyone looking to do some training today will find the room in use by one Xaldin, all six spears out and dancing in deadly circles as he cuts his way through assorted waves of Heartless. It's his way of clearing his mind, and thanks to the fact that the DR's just offered his 'costume' for this month he's got more than one thing to think about.

Whatever his costume is though, it's not immediately visible, although those capable of sensing the supernatural might find their radar reacting more strongly to him than perhaps it normally would.]

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[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Unfortunately, Potence didn't offer aura reading, but it doesn't mean she doesn't notice that savage demeanor of his. Of course, that made her curious even though this was totally something like basic training, riiight? After all, the one she knew always did enjoy a little fight, a little sweat. So did she because it was nice to pull the trigger.

Of course, Xigbar just had to call him out with a strong whistle, no need to put two fingers in her mouth either because she didn't need the extra help. There was still Heartless, though, so she wondered if he was going to clean house first, answer questions later.

She'd bother him, either way. ]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Basic training indeed. He could do this in his sleep, and that's why he has it set this way. It gives him a rhythm. A pattern, that can act as a semblance of calmness, born as it is of nothing but muscle memory.

He hears the whistle, but he doesn't break the pattern until the last of the Heartless is gone, spears landing one by one around him as he settles to the ground at last.]

Yes?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Something up?

[ If Xaldin had a keen eye for detail along with heightened sense, he may notice two things: First off would be her skin, it was much paler than usual. The second would be scent, she would reek of blood -- and not the human-kind, that would lead to disastrous consequences. It wouldn't be obvious from looks because she was as clean as a whistle. ]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[It's the blood he notices first. He knows the scent of human blood, and this is distinctly not that - had he had hackles, he has the distinct feeling they'd be rising. And that is something well worth looking into, so he catches her eye before speaking a single word.]

Come.

[He beckons her closer, by way of further explanation.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Xigbar didn't know why, but there was something compelling enough for her to warp right in front of the man. She did move closer, but it wasn't just of her own accordance. It's why the sniper doesn't say a word first, instead staring at him for a good moment as if she were looking for something. ]

Alright. Aaand?

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Like her, he's distinctly paler, and if she can smell such things he might smell like vampire, and with good reason.]

You smell of blood.

[The tone of voice is one that expects an explanation.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ There it went again: She was compelled, and she wasn't sure why -- unless something was up with Xaldin. Must be the holidays, like what they did to Even and her new Luxord-type friend. ]

So I had some from Kitty and Lux. That's not a bad thing, you know, and I'm feeling good.

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Something is indeed up with him, and there's a moment of silence as he fits the pieces together.]

I don't suppose you'd be interested in more, then?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ ... Ah. How can she resist. The last amount she gained was from Luxord, and you know what kind of man Luxord is. ]

If you're offering.

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

I am.

[See, one of his spears is even opening up his veins for her.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She swiped a finger across the blood, wanting to give it a taste. She enjoyed drinking from Even's drink and Luxord's wrist, but this was Xaldin. She wondered.

After licking it off said finger, she thought one thing: Great.

Xigbar grabbed his hand, pulled it closer to her face, and started to have a sip. It always left her feeling wonderful these days, her new favorite drink. ]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Xaldin smiles to himself at the expression on her face. He's not surprised. Vampire blood is vampire blood, no matter the clan.

For now, he'll just watch.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ He'd better speak up soon, because it looks like she won't be stopping for a while. It was just so tasty, her body honestly reacting to it as if it was pleasing her more than food should. It was that good. ]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[After a moment, he does speak up, putting a little of his will into it.]

That's enough for now.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She wiped her mouth when he pulled back because there was a slight mess -- and then she licked it off her hand. ]

Can't I lick it clean like frosting?

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Considers a moment.]

You may.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[ She grabbed his hand again to pull it close, and then she starts to lick off all the remaining blood like what Luxord let her do. ] I didn't know you had a costume change too, you know.

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Well... He could sense it, in theory, but that takes effort he's not putting in.
And watching without that bit of effort is clearly more interesting, apparently it's all best observed sideways according to his head tilt.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[Sideways or not there's certainly rather a lot of metal flashing through the air. He doesn't stop immediately though. He lets the pattern come to its natural end, before turning to look at Even.]

Yes?

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

Just watching.

[He doesn't even entirely know why or consider it anything more than random impulse even with/despite that blood of his doing such funny things to his head.

The position clearly must be comfortable since he's making no move to change it.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

There's hardly anything to watch.

[Unless he really likes watching pointy objects moving at high speeds.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's actually all pretty damn trippy but this is him assuming others can see the shit he's seeing. It's also much harder to tell just where he's actually focusing without his ears.]

There's plenty.

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

If you say so.

[And with that he'll pick up his spears again and start over.]

[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Give it a sec, or maybe a few, maybe even get to count all the way to twenty before he starts laughing.]

[danceoftears.livejournal.com]

[There's a flicker in the pattern, but Xaldin decides it might be best to simply ignore him.]