kingdomdressing | It was Malkav's sweet harlot who began the creed of infection, you see.

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It was Malkav's sweet harlot who began the creed of infection, you see.

[The trouble with being dead is it becomes incredibly difficult for others to differentiate between your sleep or paralysing injury and a regular corpsified individual.

Now unfortunately Luxord isn't sleeping, but he can't do much of anything else with that stonking great piece of wood in his chest.
To top it all off, this not-quite-yet-corpsified-dead-man has ever so kindly been none-too-gently hurled from god-knows-where into a wall in a semi-populated area for nicely semi-embedded wall art.

Be a mate and pull it out? ~~Save the poor hyphens.~~]

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[he's brought up short by that, his eyes going wide. that's someone who he recognizes, someone he knows he's met. why do they have wood- it takes his mind a minute to react to the fact that Luxord obviously needs help. once he realizes this, you can be sure he's rushing right over, though he's not sure what to do in this situation.]

S-Sir?

[Sorry mate, can't answer you here. That there stake in his heart's got him completely paralysed 'til it's out.]

[looks like he'll just have to try to do something, then. he only has a small potion that he's pulling from the pocket of his coat, but it'll have to do. trying not to think about it, Riku wraps trembling hands around the stake to pull it out in one quick jerk, flinching when blood drops spatter across his face. he drops it immediately, hands going to put pressure on the wound because that's what you do, isn't it? he's pretty sure he learned that somewhere.]

P-please, don't die...

[Once the stake is out of his heart the effect is pretty immediate, with a sharp intake of air he doesn't need and a flex if all those dead-not-sleeping muscles.

Give it a few seconds, not only to make a quite literal right bloody mess of things but knit all the bits and pieces together. Probably all feels quite interesting to the touch if the subtleties aren't lost to adrenalin.]

...

Bit hard to do that when you're already dead mate.

[See, he'd give Riku a pat on the head, but he's got to extract himself from this wall first.]

[Riku's stumbling back, having felt it when Luxord's chest knit itself back together. that potion he had? just shattered on the floor.]

Wh.. What...

[Hang on, juuuuust going to finish getting his body out of this wall. And give a few of his joints a good cracking.]

Kindred, Cainite, undead, vampire. Fun times when you don't have a stonking great lump of wood in your heart.

Then that didn't... hurt you?

[he has so little knowledge of vampires. he hasn't ever met one himself, that he knows of.]

I wouldn't go as far as to say that that.

Just because I can survive it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a right bloody bastard.

[his eyes stray to the broken potion bottle on the floor, before he catches a glimpse of the blood on his hands. that in itself is a little horrifying, aside from it apparently being the blood of a vampire. he forces himself to look up again, decidedly uncomfortable.]

Are you going to need a potion or.. would that not do anything for you?

Can't drink or eat anything but blood so chances are it won't pet.

Be right as rain as soon as I get a bite.

[he's torn; Luxord hasn't actually asked him, but he isn't sure he wants to offer. on the other hand, he may be the type to simply take what he wants and Riku's had more than enough of that in his life. part of him wonders what Kai would do, but Kai isn't here to pick up on the dangerous feeling Luxord gives off. Riku's been still this whole time, finally managing to reply without sounding as nervous as he feels.]

It wouldn't turn me into one, or kill me, would it?

Not at all, pet. [Unless of course, he decides to kill you, but typically he likes to make people aware of that before hand. ~~Or he frenzies, but there's not much around to induce that.~~]

Then.. then you can bite me.

[at least this way, he feels as though he has a modicum of control over what happens next.]

Ta, luv. [~~Despite~~Completely, and determinedly negligent of any unfortunate reactions it may have first he pets Riku's hair, then brushes it from his neck- all movements slow and delicate right up until he bites. Which regardless of any force or indelicacy, has a very distinct lack of pain. Instead simply a complete sensory overload of pleasure.

Thankfully it won't last too long since he's only taking what he needs rather than the complete gluttony of night to night unlife. There won't even be so much as a bruise to mark the location of the bite.

Though probably leaving Riku thoroughly light headed aside from the blood loss and that complete and utter spam to the the pleasure centres of the brain. Which may take a little recovery since it's purpose is generally leave a surprised/unwilling human nicely stunned so they can't tell what happened.]

[the petting had actually started to calm him, as it's a kind of touch that hasn't been ruined for him. he doesn't even see Luxord moving to bite him before the overwhelming feeling strikes. he can't help the noise he makes or his body's sudden, unexpected reaction to being bitten. when Luxord finishes Riku simply sinks down to his knees, swaying and unable to string two thoughts together to even come up with an appropriate response.]

That can be a little bit on the strong side.

[/ear scritches because creeper]

[the words go right over his head, but he's leaning into the touch out of habit. when things start coming back into focus for him Riku finds himself staring at Luxord's feet. it's a little odd to have someone scritching near his ear, but since it doesn't hurt he doesn't object.]

Did you.. already..?

[See: until someone points out round eared peeps don't enjoy this like Kemonomimi this is default.]

I didn't need to take too much.

[he isn't the sort to complain either way, especially not with someone like Luxord. he still feels dazed, like he's slowly coming down from a high. it's slowly filtering in that he'll have to change his clothes now, but there's no embarrassment. he's too accustomed to the feeling of being used, even if it's vague right now.]

That's... that's good.

You may still want to take a multivitamin just in case. Anaemia is no fun at all.

Yes, sir.

[he'll need a few minutes to really get his bearings after that, and will simply sit where he is until he feels well enough to move.]

[Oh, so there are people who know how to deal with the Kindred around. Good to know.]

[Oh harrumph]

[What, it's useful information and really, it's not his problem if some fool gets himself staked.

But then again, he has to admit that this place has quite a way of changing the rules, so after a moment, he roughly jerks the stake out. He can always re-stake the man if he proves less than useful.]

[Well he was kind of spontaneously born with it there, so it might not count. He'll just work on this extracting himself from this wall and y'know, trying not to bleed too much over everything till that gape in his chest closes.]

Ta, mate.

[As far as Ansem's concerned, he had to have been staked for a reason. Blood feud, perhaps, or one of the on-going wars of the various nightstalkers.]

Don't mistake it for kindness.

Wouldn't dream of it.

[His brain's inventing him some nice fake memories of what happened.]

[Ansem doesn't quite believe that, but neither will he press for information.]

I would hope not.

[Well, it is his favourite game- all things have prices, not to say, however, that he intends to pay them. ~~He learned it from foxbutt.~~]

Can hardly say I've seen much in the way of other kindred around these nights.

We are few here, from what I've seen.

['We' here meaning mostly the Kindred as a whole, although it could just as easily mean Camarilla or Sabbat, should one choose to read it that way.]

[It doesn't matter much to him given most of... his sort, tend to be less than serious about the whole Camarilla, Sabbat, Black Hand and jyhad thing.]

At least three, possibly four, at last count.

A small few, but perhaps worth it.

[Looks like someone lost a bet. He might not be moving, but be might also not be dead, either. Bracing his shoulder against his chest, he yanked it out, hurling it aside and letting his body slump to the ground.]

[Hang on, give him a sec to bleed everywhere while he fixes the giant hole in his ribs.]

[~~eeeew~~. Marluxia is less surprised by this than one might imagine. His home works the same way, but slower. It's rather inconvenient, really, but he's not about to get too close lest he finds out you're something less wholesome like a zombie...]

[But isn't the point of a zombie the complete lack of healing ability? Y'know, with all that decomposition and such.]

Well, won't be doing that again.

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