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Umbra Rose Condos

"AH YES, A FELLOW BODY PILLOW ENTHUSIAST!"
- Velvet, probably

Umbra Rose Condos

Yeah, Miyuki might not be tall for like, anyone else. But everyone is tall for Velvet!

Well, except Yumeiko. One of the rare "wow you're actually shorter than me" moments.

Umbra Rose Condos

_{Late Afternoon
Building 1 Cafeteria
Interacting with: @Expendable Qaymu @Xaltwind Miyuki @CitrusArms Yumeiko}

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Velvet wasn't stupid.

Well, she admitted to herself, she was perhaps rather foolish sometimes. Hence the last move she'd made on the chessboard, for example. But she knew from the look on Miyuki's face that the apology hadn't done much. It might've actually made things worse. And perhaps now she was glad that she hadn't spent much time interacting with the black fox before. Yes, all of it was definitely Velvet's fault, she should've been able to resist drinking from her that morning. But she put out this...vibe of selfishness and arrogance that radiated off of her like the sun and kind of reminded Velvet of her super cringe younger self who thought herself above everyone. And she didn't really want to deal with someone like that right now. Everyone goes through a phase like that, but at least Velvet eventually grew out of it.

It was as she was thinking about this in an effort to not feel the full-body ache and sickness--mind over matter only went so far, unfortunately--when her thoughts were wrenched violently back into the present as the pain suddenly--

Well, it didn't stop, per se. She could still feel it bubbling up inside her, could still feel the divinity seeping off Goldie and burrowing into her bones. But it wasn't even a comparison to before. Like the feeling of ten silver crucifixes right in front of her had turned to a single golden one, and had been placed a hundred feet away. Not absent, but easy to ignore. She was taking a sudden deep breath in shock at the unexpected relief when Goldie suddenly chimed in. And smiled. Not a malevolent promise-of-pain smile that Velvet was used to (both receiving and giving at this point), but a real smile. A soft smile; a gentle smile; and Velvet suddenly realized that all of Goldie's foxlike features had faded away before she'd opened her mouth. She just looked like a human now.

She was...nice. Really, genuinely nice. A welcome change from most of Velvet's interactions, and she felt a smile almost as real and genuine creep over her face. She let out a long sigh of relief. "God, is it ever better!" She raised her arms above her head and took a long stretch, wincing slightly at the pain that was still present in her arm but still very clearly relieved. As she made to speak again, she was cut off by the crackling of the PA, followed by Theria's announcement. She raised her eyebrows. Gremlins, huh? She'd seen them once or twice. Which meant...she sniffed the air, searching intently. Nothing; there were too much people in the cafeteria, way too many, and any of the sour notes of gremlin blood were drowned out by the dark, alluring scent of Miyuki's blood--damn her--and everyone else besides. Still. A hunt, huh? It had been a long time since she'd hunted...

...Did she want to change that?

A moment later she came back to earth and remembered what she'd been saying, then returned her attention to Goldie. Now that she was paying more attention, her blood had an almost...floral smell to it. Like light champagne to Miyuki's Cabernet Sauvignon, and would be fairly tempting if it wasn't also part of a divine being and may or may not destroy her from the inside out. Now, where was she? Right. "Your presence isn't trying to invert me anymore, it feels great." Finally done with the stretch, she dropped her arms down haphazardly to her sides, and her smile turned to one of her more common half-mischievous, fang-baring grins. "Never introduced myself, did I? Velvet, Velvet Coventry. Part-time bartender for The Alibi downtown, full-time higher vampire. You ever thirsty for blood or booze, I'm your girl."

She leaned back in her chair again, taking another long breath and gesturing towards Miyuki. "So, what's up with Miss Tall, Dark, and Sexy over there?"

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They do... It's green and would feel really sour to a vampire. Like drinking lemon juice without adding sugar.

@Dragonydas

Ah, but the important thing isn't that the blood tastes good. What's important is that Velvet is very, very good at tracking the smell of blood, and she's strong and fast enough to catch whatever she's smelling.

Umbra Rose Condos

The question is, do gremlins have blood?
If gremlins have blood and Velvet is in a hunting mood, she's going to have a good time.

Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

Aww yeah every group needs a bartender.

Well, innkeeper, but I dare you to tell me he doesn't know how to handle a shaker.

Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

just imagine me dabbing

Amygdala Circuit

Quinn closed her eye for a moment and just let herself listen to Dahlia's voice. She hadn't actually called her up to now. She'd texted her, certainly, and she'd called Besca, but she hadn't actually spoken to her sister since she left the Aerie. It brought a much-needed fragment of stability; the grasping memories retreated a bit in its wake, and she found herself breathing just a little bit easier.

“How…how, uhm, how are you?”

There was a shift in Deelie's voice then. Perhaps anybody else wouldn't have noticed it, except maybe Besca, but Quinn knew the way she spoke, and the way she thought. The way she cut herself off, and the way she coughed over her words. She was worried, and Guilt began to nip at her heels. "I'm glad things are okay back there," she offered, but it wouldn't have taken Dahlia or Besca to hear how hollow her words sounded.

She sucked a deep breath through her teeth and gazed at the broken-down remnants of the jungle gym. A sudden feeling of desolation flooded through her, and she stood and began to pace back and forth. "I--I'm in Cantimine right now." She let that sit there for a moment as she struggled to find the words. "Because of the duel, there's a celebration. Big festival and everything." Another breath, this one shakier, as the composure in her voice started to fray, and the tone began to shift to align with the trembling. "A festival with lots of crowds in a small town on the water." Her pacing stopped and she stood stock-still, eyes finding the jungle gym again as a treacherous tear slid down her face. It was a good thing Camille wasn't there, a somewhat detached part of her though, or else she'd get yelled at again. The momentary stability that Dahlia's voice had brought fled. "It's just--it's like--it's too much--"

Then she slumped back down on the bench and put her free hand over her eye, pushing on it until it was almost painful. No more crying. No. No. Remember the piled-up mistakes. No crying. Her voice's volume dropped until it was almost a whisper, a thick murmur that promised tears, yet refused to fulfil them:

"I don't know what to do."

Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm ready to rumble.

Umbra Rose Condos

@Foster I asked this about our favorite Mothman, but it applies here too: does she have blood like a person, or does she have hemolymph like a spider?