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[hemotoxin]

Having trouble? Now, now, sweetness, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's not like I'm the worst you've ever had. I could be the best, in fact. Don't you want to give it a go?

What's my motivation? What could he and I possibly have to talk about? How about... oh, I don't know, snapping bones and tearing delicate flesh? That's one hell of a conversation starter. Carnage always does tend to break the ice.

Lighten up. Let's have some fun.

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[worstpire]

But don't you ever get bored of carnage?

[hemotoxin]

Of course I do! All the time. Not so much currently, but yes. That's typically my cue to try something a little more... cerebral. Mind games tend to be much more intimate, really.

[worstpire]

[ Ngh! ] Who just says those things? I suppose you also announce yourself before you -- I dunno -- leap down from the rafters?? [ IS THAT WHAT NORMAL VAMPIRES DO?? ]

[hemotoxin]

The rafters? [You are just adorable, Conrad, really. Look at him chuckling at you.] No, no, no. That's so dramatic. No. I use the front door. It really helps to make an entrance.

[worstpire]

What, before you kill everyone?!

[afford]

Comin' on a little strong there, Nazarian.

[hemotoxin]

What can I say? I'm an intense personality. There's just no way to tone it down. Not that you'd want me toned down, right? [Come on, he's seriously lacking in support over here.]

[afford]

Hey, someone's gotta make up for all the kids pussying out these days, is all I'm saying.

[hemotoxin]

I agree wholeheartedly! Frankly, it's an embarrassment to the species. Such a waste.

[sempiternally]

Yeah that is one hell of a conversation starter, breaking bones and you probably drinking people or something, but keep going man. Tell me more.

[hemotoxin]

[Ooooh, that gets a brief flash of a smile.] What exactly would you like to know? I could go into great detail for you. Maybe even show you up close and personal.

[sempiternally]

[ His eyebrows raise when he hears the term up close and personal. Now he may just be slightly smiling himself. ]

You know, I can’t say no to an invite for a private show, so, uh, yeah, show me what you can do.

this is the best and worst combination

[hemotoxin]

[What an unexpected reaction! It garners another smile and then a low laugh.] That's a request I'd be happy to fulfill... but it's also one you'd likely regret. I'm giving you a chance here, and that does not happen very often.

aha yes

[sempiternally]

Appreciate the warning, and unless you’d rather gather around a campfire and share life experiences, I’ll take my chances with being a participant.

[ He probably is going to regret this. Oh well.]

[missbarrow]

If you are joking, it really isn't funny.

[hemotoxin]

My dear, it's very much the opposite of a joke. It's a reality! It's a universal truth! And if you can't laugh at death, you're in for a very disappointing lifetime.

[missbarrow]

[ Someone is prickling at the endearment. Don't mind her, she has been keeping the company trying to best a very frustrating necromancer. ] I disagree. Death is a universal truth, but that doesn't make it right to kill people.

Our moments mean something.

[hemotoxin]

Ah, but you see, I am above right and wrong. Your moments mean something to you, they mean nothing to me. It's merely dinner and a show! An entertaining way to spend one night among so very many.

[He leans in quite suddenly, close to her ear.] I don't care.

[missbarrow]

Then tell me, what makes you above right and wrong? [ Her shoulders are taught and for a moment she forgets to breathe, but then her arms are crossed against her chest and she is glaring.

Instinctively Leonie leans away, not enough to cause her Victorian skirts to sway, but enough to restore a hint of her resolve. ]

I hope you don't mind a threadjacking!

[monsterindeed]

[As if summoned by the very mention of him (in narrative, no less), the aforementioned necromancer steps out of the shadows. Or from behind a potted plant. Honestly, who knows in D_M space.

Wherever he came from, he looks rather unmoved.]

I wouldn't, were I you. Fräulein Barrow has a quick hand and a strong arm.

[wisper]

You don't find the peacocking a little tacky?

[hemotoxin]

Not in the least. [Oh, Findlay, he's been waiting for you.] Some even find it charming.

[wisper]

[ How nice OH WAIT ] Not a great many, I imagine.

[hemotoxin]

You'd be surprised. [Just let him get a liiiittle bit closer.] I can be quite the charmer with the right motivation.

[wisper]

[ Just let him BACK UP ] I think there's a fundamental difference between being a charmer and being charming. [ A patient eyebrow raise. ] You really don't fool me.