[ as soon as the revival pokes have been administered he's swiftly shoving himself past the both of them and into alizarin's space to gather her up into his arms, securely. ]
I really appreciate the not exactly a house house call, but you should probably leave... or at the very least back up a few yards... Not everybody comes to feeling fresh as a daisy. [ though he is going to try to mitigate whatever jolt of anxiousness she feels with some calming pheromones... ]
[ squint. ] People come back from being dead feeling like daisies? [ that sounds all sorts of... unnatural. he's sure he'd come back from the dead screaming like a banshee... but that's for another time. not now ( hopefully ) because he's tugging on ruggie's arm. ]
I'm not looking to push daisies or feel like a daisy or whatever. We're done, right, so... going is fine by me.
[ She really wouldn't know how the average human feels upon being revived; her experience is never pleasant. Aliza's body jerks like a live wire and her eyes fly open, glowing red -- just red now, not a trace of gold. ]
[ Without the slightest awareness of who's carrying her, she reaches up and grabs them by the hair to yank their head to one side and, with something close to a snarl, sinks her fangs into his neck to start gulping down blood. ]
[ Don't worry folks, this is normal! Nothing to see here! And this is her revival when she's being calmed, or else there would have been a lot more kicking and scratching. ]
[ childe makes some sort of sound as his head is jerked to the side, but he doesn't seem too phased, almost like he's used to rough behavior. his own eyes swirl a mix of cool blue and electric purple - fangs poking out from his widening smile. #justvampirethings. he continues with the pheromones, letting her drink to her heart's content, so she can get her strength up and find herself... so ruggie and alala don't have to worry about getting mauled and drained... ]
[ Hm, that's new. She wonders, idly as she drinks, if she could have that same effect on him (since she and Ren sort of did). Presently she's not pressed about it, rather focusing on the sound of his heartbeat, or the feel of it on her lips if for some reason her usual abilities aren't working properly. She can't take all she needs without putting him in more danger than she cares to -- he bled her white during that fight -- so she stops when she knows he'll probably be pleasantly hypoxic, just a bit floaty. Nothing that should cause him to drop her in a heap, which is good because she's not entirely sure she can stand. ]
[ But she wouldn't care to go far even if she were able. Her fangs withdraw but her mouth stays behind to lick up any dips of blood without a trace of self-consciousness in between heavy, humid breaths. ]
...There are a lot worse ways to wake up. [ She would definitely know. Like floating in goo without any memories, for example. ]
[ she should feel calm, at ease, and relaxed... and it likely helps that it's HIS pheromones she's getting 'high' on. they might not be as effective if she weren't as comfortable with the person trying to smother her. he does let up... for two reasons - she seems to have taken her fill and he's feeling a little light-headed. his evolution ability would have likely kicked in had she attempted to drain him to death, so it's probably good she stopped on her own. ]
[ he loosens his grip and helps her sit up against the wall. ] Always are. How are you feeling?
...hah, I mean, I wouldn't have put it like that, but we did have a good fight. And good. Feel free to keep my coat. We did a number on each other's clothes. [ his own are... a mess. torn and bloodied. ] I just need to... run a quick errand. [ a murder errand. ] I could probably bring back some more blood for you too. That should help things along... right... [ he's ignoring the question she threw back at him, because he looks woefully unhinged. his eyes say plenty, but the way he moves is also kind of... unnatural, though he's trying to be smooth. ]
[ childe cups his face, just like this, and laughs. ] It's a great idea, and I won't be gone long. Promise.
[ he takes a step back, and then another and another, his body pulsing electricity. ] I just want to have a quick... chit chat with somebody. It's nothing. Really. And you do need more blood. [ he brings a hand to his neck, smearing the blood that had been beading there and inhaling deeply - his eyes glowing brightly for half a second, probably giving a bit of a hint that the blood may be partly to blame for the strangeness. ] I need more blood. [ shed. ]
[ Oh pardon her momentary shock what she really means is the fuck you will. So she uses the wall to pull herself to her feet, thankfully gathering adrenaline by the second. ]
Absolutely not. If you go after either of them like this, I'll never forgive myself, or you.
[ If he waits until he's got his senses back to go do whatever dumb thing, well that's not her business, but like this, after she got him riled? Hell no. ]
[ If he even tries to make another excuse, tries to take off running, anything, she's going to use all three Hail Marys at once. ]
...oh, I don't plan on going after both of them. I happen to like Shandy. [ no comment on alala. ] Alizarin, sit, rest, relax. [ he's going to attempt to use his pheromones again, though they may not be as effective, since he's more coherent and actively getting annoyed??? aggravated??? at him. ]
I already made up my mind. [ he grabs the mask floating on the side of his head and moves it in front of his face, several cracks appearing it its already severely damaged surface. ] He's going to die. [ he grips the mask tightly as he takes a deep breath, a over-exaggerated sigh following... and then a hysteric laugh. ] There is chaos. There is bloodshed. There is carnage. There is me.
I don't want to end up in a ditch with some nightly news reporter saying how tragic it is that somebody as cute as me was found dead so young!!! [ TRYING TO PICK UP THE PACE!!! ]
Second of all... crazy eyes said he had a boyfriend and I'm pretty sure if that if you didn't arrive when you did that there would have been a second body primed for a revival.
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Do you mind, ..?
I'd like some space.
[ inches closer to alizarin and then hurries the heck up on the healing... but also he looks relieved af to see ruggie. ]
How do you know Tsukiakari anyway?
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He's my boyfriend.
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[ going to finish this heal asap and then skitter around to ruggie asap². ]
OkImdoneyoureup.
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pokes the dead one]
Wake up.
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I really appreciate the not exactly a house house call, but you should probably leave... or at the very least back up a few yards... Not everybody comes to feeling fresh as a daisy. [ though he is going to try to mitigate whatever jolt of anxiousness she feels with some calming pheromones... ]
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I'm not looking to push daisies or feel like a daisy or whatever. We're done, right, so... going is fine by me.
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[ Without the slightest awareness of who's carrying her, she reaches up and grabs them by the hair to yank their head to one side and, with something close to a snarl, sinks her fangs into his neck to start gulping down blood. ]
[ Don't worry folks, this is normal! Nothing to see here! And this is her revival when she's being calmed, or else there would have been a lot more kicking and scratching. ]
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...drink up.
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[ But she wouldn't care to go far even if she were able. Her fangs withdraw but her mouth stays behind to lick up any dips of blood without a trace of self-consciousness in between heavy, humid breaths. ]
...There are a lot worse ways to wake up. [ She would definitely know. Like floating in goo without any memories, for example. ]
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[ he loosens his grip and helps her sit up against the wall. ] Always are. How are you feeling?
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Like I just got my ass kicked. So pretty good, all considered. I'll have more strength in a minute. [ Or at least be able to fake it better. ] You?
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...hah, I mean, I wouldn't have put it like that, but we did have a good fight. And good. Feel free to keep my coat. We did a number on each other's clothes. [ his own are... a mess. torn and bloodied. ] I just need to... run a quick errand. [ a murder errand. ] I could probably bring back some more blood for you too. That should help things along... right... [ he's ignoring the question she threw back at him, because he looks woefully unhinged. his eyes say plenty, but the way he moves is also kind of... unnatural, though he's trying to be smooth. ]
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[ Yeah, no. Not a chance. ]
I don't think that's a good idea.
[ Don't make her resort to drastic measures here! ]
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[ he takes a step back, and then another and another, his body pulsing electricity. ] I just want to have a quick... chit chat with somebody. It's nothing. Really. And you do need more blood. [ he brings a hand to his neck, smearing the blood that had been beading there and inhaling deeply - his eyes glowing brightly for half a second, probably giving a bit of a hint that the blood may be partly to blame for the strangeness. ] I need more blood. [ shed. ]
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Absolutely not. If you go after either of them like this, I'll never forgive myself, or you.
[ If he waits until he's got his senses back to go do whatever dumb thing, well that's not her business, but like this, after she got him riled? Hell no. ]
[ If he even tries to make another excuse, tries to take off running, anything, she's going to use all three Hail Marys at once. ]
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I already made up my mind. [ he grabs the mask floating on the side of his head and moves it in front of his face, several cracks appearing it its already severely damaged surface. ] He's going to die. [ he grips the mask tightly as he takes a deep breath, a over-exaggerated sigh following... and then a hysteric laugh. ] There is chaos. There is bloodshed. There is carnage. There is me.
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[TUGGING BUD AWAY lets get out of here my guy]
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[ clinging to ruggie. ]
Is this sort of thing... normal?
I mean, I'm not really complaining... we got paid and stuff, but...
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I don't want to end up in a ditch with some nightly news reporter saying how tragic it is that somebody as cute as me was found dead so young!!! [ TRYING TO PICK UP THE PACE!!! ]
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It's like.
Part of their mating dance I think.
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Second of all... crazy eyes said he had a boyfriend and I'm pretty sure if that if you didn't arrive when you did that there would have been a second body primed for a revival.
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I got super speed and sharp teeth if I had to I coulda torn out his throat.
Probably.
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