[ Armand appreciates someone level headed and most importantly willing to go along with such a bizarre request. He in turn is very curious about this man's immortality and how he gained it. But those are questions for another day. ]
A firearm would not be a problem.
[ And no point in pretending he's not ignorant of weapons. ]
.485 Winchester Magnum would be ideal, but any large-bore rifle would be a step in the right direction. With that said, it's hard to be too picky here, so I'm willing to be a little flexible! What do you have available?
[ He just stares at the little :). What is that? Is it a code word? How does one respond to a semi-colon and a bracket. He's just going to ignore it. ]
I do not have a fire-arm at present but I believe I know someone who could get me the things you would like. She assures me they go 'boom'. Is that suitable?
[ He says this mostly in jest, but also kind of hoping that's good enough. ]
[Oh sure, it's incredibly suspicious. But that doesn't bother Sato in the least. The fellows that he used to sell his organs to back in his own world weren't exactly the most aboveboard folks either.
So some time after dark he makes his way over, rapping twice on the door.]
[ Armand was hovering from room to room, anxious about this meeting. When he hears the knock, he is at the door in a second. He cracks it open. The man standing there surprises him somewhat. When he thinks of 'immortal' he always images young men in their prime, not older gentlemen. He raises an eyebrow but does not comment. ]
Sato? Please, come in.
[ He opens the door and gestures to the couch. Several different looking rifles are all laid neatly out, ready for inspection. ]
I was not sure what I was looking for so I chose a variety. Hopefully one will meet your standards.
[ He stands a respectful distance away from Sato as he looks over all the guns. They're all stolen, of course. He figures he would just return what the other man doesn't want. The perks of being a silent intruder. ]
It's a pity. You would think the gods would choose to outfit us to keep us safe.
[He turns back around, seemingly pleased with the one he picked out and asks, just as calmly and pleasantly as ever:]
This will do. Now as far as payment goes...
[He's already surveyed the room once when he came in and didn't see anything remotely medical, so all he can really do it turn his faintly quizzical smile to Armand. Exactly how does he want this blood again?]
[It's okay, Sato's not that tall himself. He'll lean a little if necessary. There's no trembling or faster heartbeat here, though, no sign in the slightest of fear to begin with. 'Exhilerating', he's not sure about, but this sure is anther one to add to the list of unusual experiences.]
[ 'Exhilarating' is a bit of an understatement. Usually the victim swoons and a transfer of memories happens, an intimate shared experience. Instead of explaining this, Armand just nods and rolls back his lips to fully reveal his fangs. Without further ado he sinks his teeth into Sato's neck. He nearly groans as the salty, coppery taste of blood hits his tongue. He sucks, taking in mouthful after mouthful. He could feel the pull of Sato's heart. Armand's arm drops from Sato's shoulder and instead wraps around his waist, holding him tight to him.
The images start as he drinks. Sato will get glimpses and pieces of an Italian villa. Armand gambling at pubs. A tall blonde haired man, smiling down at him.
When the redhead said he wants all the blood he could get, he had meant he. He intends to glut himself. ]
[And minus a couple small differences, Sato is indistinguishable from any other human, buckling at the knees as expected.
Still, oddly, this isn't the first time a transfer of memories has happened to Sato, although not nearly so extensively. He'd glimpsed a memory of Nagai's, felt what he felt in that moment when their black ghosts' heads met.
This time what passes across: a small-town farm in California. War in the jungle, a rain of gunfire and explosions. Sheltered from the rain on a cold street. Pushing the controls to steer a plane down into a nosedive, straight into the city below, laughing.
And as he's drained dry, it's easy for Armand to feel the exact moment he goes dead and limp. So close to him, it's possible to hear the faintest burbling static-y crackle as color rises in his cheeks again, the punctures from Armand's fangs healing over almost instantaneously as life returns in less than a handful of seconds.]
[ As soon as he felt Sato's heart slow to a stop, Armand broke away and watched with fascination as he snapped back to life, like a marionette that had its strings pulled taunt. If he was concerned about Sato's death it didn't show on his face.
Armand touched his own cheek where a rudy flush was beginning to seep into his face. His lips seemed to have more colour and Armand was sure he was now warm to the touch, unlike the corpse like clamminess he had been subjected to for the past month. ]
Welcome back.
[ He smiled, pleased with his own sense of humour. ]
You are truly immortal then. I did not quite believe it.
[He can't help but suggest, the corner of his mouth quirking up a little. Obviously that isn't a problem.
For all of his smiling earlier, Sato's expression looks a lot more neutral now. If he'd known that trading memories was part of the deal, he might have reconsidered -- just what did Armand see? But too late for that now.]
I'm sure it wasn't a problem in the past, but that could be a little awkward in this city where even the non-immortals eventually get brought back to life, I would imagine.
[ Armand smiles a little. He can appreciate this joke. ]
The principal of the blood drinking undead is repulsive to some. It is most unnatural, I will admit.
[ He can't help but think of Carlisle. What would he have accomplished if he had successfully killed him? ]
Yes, I would most definitely be hunted out and burned alive for the crime of killing one of our kin. Although, I wonder if the gods mercy would extend to resurrecting me as well.
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A firearm would not be a problem.
[ And no point in pretending he's not ignorant of weapons. ]
What would one consider 'higher-caliber'.
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I do not have a fire-arm at present but I believe I know someone who could get me the things you would like. She assures me they go 'boom'. Is that suitable?
[ He says this mostly in jest, but also kind of hoping that's good enough. ]
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Just name the time and place, and I'll bring my half of the bargain. Do you have a preferred way to have it delivered?
[He did just get that old cooler of his back ,but that's probably only 10 liters or so, and he's not quite sure how much 'all the blood I desire' is.]
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[Oh sure, it's incredibly suspicious. But that doesn't bother Sato in the least. The fellows that he used to sell his organs to back in his own world weren't exactly the most aboveboard folks either.
So some time after dark he makes his way over, rapping twice on the door.]
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Sato? Please, come in.
[ He opens the door and gestures to the couch. Several different looking rifles are all laid neatly out, ready for inspection. ]
I was not sure what I was looking for so I chose a variety. Hopefully one will meet your standards.
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Armand, wasn't it? A pleasure to meet you.
Immediately drawn to the guns after his initial greeting, he picks one up and having a look over it. Priorities.]
You know, it's not usually easy to come by firearms here.
[He smiles back at Armand, a little quizzically. He hadn't really expected to have selection, although he's not exactly complaining.]
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[ He stands a respectful distance away from Sato as he looks over all the guns. They're all stolen, of course. He figures he would just return what the other man doesn't want. The perks of being a silent intruder. ]
It's a pity. You would think the gods would choose to outfit us to keep us safe.
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[He turns back around, seemingly pleased with the one he picked out and asks, just as calmly and pleasantly as ever:]
This will do. Now as far as payment goes...
[He's already surveyed the room once when he came in and didn't see anything remotely medical, so all he can really do it turn his faintly quizzical smile to Armand. Exactly how does he want this blood again?]
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Tell me, sir. Do you know of creatures called vampires?
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Of course! Dracula is very well known where I'm from.
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Dracula is but a story. I live the reality.
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[He tilts his head to the side a little to expose his neck better.]
I assume it's close enough to how the old stories went, though?
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[ He rests his hand on his shoulder and tips his head up as far as he can. He's rather tiny. He brushes his lips very close to Sato's neck. ]
Yes. I will puncture your throat and drink. Do not fear. The experience is rather exhilarating.
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I'm sure it'll be fine. Go on.
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The images start as he drinks. Sato will get glimpses and pieces of an Italian villa. Armand gambling at pubs. A tall blonde haired man, smiling down at him.
When the redhead said he wants all the blood he could get, he had meant he. He intends to glut himself. ]
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Still, oddly, this isn't the first time a transfer of memories has happened to Sato, although not nearly so extensively. He'd glimpsed a memory of Nagai's, felt what he felt in that moment when their black ghosts' heads met.
This time what passes across: a small-town farm in California. War in the jungle, a rain of gunfire and explosions. Sheltered from the rain on a cold street. Pushing the controls to steer a plane down into a nosedive, straight into the city below, laughing.
And as he's drained dry, it's easy for Armand to feel the exact moment he goes dead and limp. So close to him, it's possible to hear the faintest burbling static-y crackle as color rises in his cheeks again, the punctures from Armand's fangs healing over almost instantaneously as life returns in less than a handful of seconds.]
Whew!
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Armand touched his own cheek where a rudy flush was beginning to seep into his face. His lips seemed to have more colour and Armand was sure he was now warm to the touch, unlike the corpse like clamminess he had been subjected to for the past month. ]
Welcome back.
[ He smiled, pleased with his own sense of humour. ]
You are truly immortal then. I did not quite believe it.
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[He collects himself, looking a little more thoughtful as he straightens back up.]
Were those... memories?
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You are taking it remarkable well. Many would be afraid.
[ He nods. ]
Yes. Thoughts, memories, finger prints of the soul. Yours were wildly exciting.
[ Who exactly is this man? Armand burns with curiosity. ]
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[He can't help but suggest, the corner of his mouth quirking up a little. Obviously that isn't a problem.
For all of his smiling earlier, Sato's expression looks a lot more neutral now. If he'd known that trading memories was part of the deal, he might have reconsidered -- just what did Armand see? But too late for that now.]
I'm sure it wasn't a problem in the past, but that could be a little awkward in this city where even the non-immortals eventually get brought back to life, I would imagine.
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The principal of the blood drinking undead is repulsive to some. It is most unnatural, I will admit.
[ He can't help but think of Carlisle. What would he have accomplished if he had successfully killed him? ]
Yes, I would most definitely be hunted out and burned alive for the crime of killing one of our kin. Although, I wonder if the gods mercy would extend to resurrecting me as well.
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