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The Best Thing About Not Being Home is Missing You

There are people back home that your character hates. Or maybe they love them, but they're terrible people/influences. Here's your chance to talk or play out that special someone turning up in the Meadous. Are they so far out of their element that they're now defanged tigers? Do they lead right in with their wicked ways? What is your character's CR even going to think when they meet this person?

Post with your own character or the person they most/least want to see again who's a bad thing for them. Feel free to play out encounters ~~in the snow~~ between this character and your regular character's CR, or talk it out with if you're not sure you've got the voice down.

Fun for all ages! And by fun, we mean misery!

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"Hm?" Jacob makes a curious sound and glances over his shoulder to see who it was, but yes, it was too late. His fingertips were already in the process of making contact with the wall. The moment they did his eyes widened and his body went rigid, the surge of emotion rippling through him. It blanked out his conscious mind and enraged the Beast within him. Which was why he was now charging at the well-meaning teenager, fangs bared and growling.

The well-meaning teenager who had been barely five feet away from him and thus quite easy to grab hold of. This was probably a bad thing, because by the time Karkat's hastily summoned burst of Calm went off, Mr Strange Vampire was already fangs deep in his neck and sucking away.

It was an anger frenzy more than a hunger frenzy, but once he had finished attempting to punch Karkat in the face he had seen the young man's bare neck and deep down, he was a little peckish... So biting occurred. And drinking. He dropped his walking stick into the snow, latched onto Karkat with undead ferocity, and only partially came back into his right mind when the calm settled upon him. It silenced his Beast nicely, but the rest of him was worn dreadfully numb and sluggish.

Who was he feeding from? What was he doing? Well... no matter. Let's have a few more mouthfuls....

By now, Karkat's not really liable to stop him. It feels as good at did when Natalie drank him at the party. The sensible part of his brain is telling him to get out of Mystery Vampire Dude's before all of his blood is gone, but the guy's way stronger than him and with how good the mouth on his neck feels it's hard to want to.

It's more funny, at first, that the young man isn't trying to escape his grip. No matter how overwhelming his bite could be, it was rarely the sort of thing that anyone wanted more of. So he drank long and deep, as sense came back to him little by little... it was just when the flow of blood began to slow and Karkat's pulse began to weaken that he realized that he should stop. It was a plain and simple academic realization that if he did not, this boy would die, and such things caused trouble.

Jacob withdrew his fangs, licked the puncture wounds closed, and held Karkat at arm's length. He wasn't dead, but in that state, in his experience, he wasn't likely to survive without immediate transfusion. "...well." Had he been a little less emotionally gutted, there might have been cursing. As it stood, all he could manage was dismay and some practical rolling up of his sleeve. A quick flash of fang and his wrist was torn open, and then he was pressing it to the young man's lips. Later there would be time to concoct excuses and formulate plans. Now, he'd have to hope that the lad could still swallow properly. Supporting Karkat's weight, he slowly knelt, ready to lay him out in the snow and give him some room and space for the changes to occur.

It's good that Jacob gives him some space, because they boy thrashes under his transformation. But he's moving. Moving implies unlife of some kind.

When the boy's eyes open they're catlike, slit pupil and all iris--and as red as blood. "I can feel my blood!" the boy gasps. "I can feel my fucking blood. What the fuck--?" His red gaze turns to Jacob. "Who the fuck are you?"

Jacob watches this thrashing transformation with a detached fascination. The change brought by the vitae and the ways the Crone's will worked were something he so rarely had the chance to see for himself. It was a pity that the young man wasn't taking on his own more obvious deformities... maybe he was simply deluding himself that his eyes seemed more sunken. It's almost a delight when Karkat opens them again, revealing hideous changes of a completely unsuspected sort. Almost. Feeling things is a little difficult right now.

"Jacob Waters." And he offers that still-gashed, still-bloodied wrist to him. "Your sire." It wasn't shoved in his mouth, nor forced down his throat. Jacob wished to offer at least the illusion of choice in the matter. The lad could still flee, could refuse to drink, could do any number of things... the odds were against it, but everyone deserved a faint chance at hope.

"You aren't my dad," the boy says, but he practically pounces on that wrist, sucking the blood down greedily. Jacob may have to pry him off it in time.

A rebellious one. Charming. All the better that he was drinking from him so hungrily. When Jacob had finally gauged that the new Nosferatu had gotten enough, he attempted to simply pull his wrist away sharply. That didn't work, so he instead dug a hand into Karkat's hair and pulled him back from it. "Enough. Too much of that's no good for either of us."

The fingers grabbing at Karkat's hair unclench, and he gives him a stiff but gentle pat on the head. The gash on Jacob's wrist is already closing, and he's rising to his feet. "I'm not your 'dad', but I am responsible for you now. And here I haven't even gotten your name..." He'd try to feign a look of apology, normally... but no. That wasn't happening tonight. "As for who the fuck I am? I'm Jacob Waters."

"Karkat Vantas," the boy says. "Waters... wait, are you related to Natalie? Are you like her vampire dad or something?" He peers at Jacob with his weird cat eyes, looking for a family resemblance.

That's almost a lift of the eyebrows on Jacob's part. Almost. It's pretty dark out and it's probably not very noticeable anyway. "Ah. You're familiar with my daughter." He felt about for his walking stick, then rose to his feet. "And yes, I am her sire, as well."

He pauses for a moment, staring off somewhat vacantly into the distance. Certainly enough time to go searching for that family resemblance.... which there isn't much of, save for a similar unnerving feeling and similar unpleasant scent. "...there are penguins here, aren't there? Let's go and find out what a penguin's blood tastes like, Karkat."

Yeah, he does kind of smell like Natalie used to, only way worse. Karkat is about to sniff under his armpits to see if he smells too, only Jacob's mention of blood, even from penguins, reminds him that he's still not full yet.

"Fuck yes," he says, almost agreeably, and runs off in the direction of said penguins.

They... are fucking hard to catch, actually. Shit. Shit. Why the fuck won't they just--

--stay--

--STILL?

Karkat dashes at another penguin head on, hissing in displeasure and baring fang at the stupid fucking bird. It cowers underneath him, shaking, too scared to even move. Good. Good. Little asshole should be afraid. He grabs onto it while it's cowering and sinks its teeth into its stupid shoulder.

His face in these moments leading up to the bite bestial, hungry, and completely fucking terrifying.

The blood doesn't taste nearly as good as Jacob's, but it's still blood, it's filling him up and that's good, that's fuckin great. He sucks and sucks until the bird is drained dry. It's just a fucking bird, after all. Who cares about it?

Edited 2014-02-22 04:47 (UTC)

It was only after making the stroll to the pond and spending some time in pursuit of penguins that Jacob's goddamned common sense started fully filtering back into his brain. It had left him in a zen-like state that was helpful in thwacking penguins with his walking stick to stun them... but after draining one dry (and finding it not all that bad, really), he really looked at Karkat. Looked at him scampering about, no real way to catch his prey. Looked at him, really younger than someone ought to have been embraced. Looked at him...

Holy fuck, did he just... he just used Nightmare on that penguin.

Jacob tosses his own exsanguinated bird aside, and slowly moves to Karkat's side. "Impressive. You're taking to this alarmingly well. Have you been a vampire before?" It's only mostly joking. Apparently the little deity could strip vampirism away. Better check.

Karkat shakes his head. "Fuck no." But the corners of his mouth turn up; he's definitely pleased with the praise. "I scared the fuck out of that bird. That's... that's pretty fucking cool. Is that a vampire thing or a bird thing?"

His eyes do look the tiniest bit more sunken in than before.

Edited 2014-02-22 05:14 (UTC)

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The Best Thing About Not Being Home is Missing You

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hi have one dot of nightmare

This kid's got potential

oh goody