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Who: Lestat de Lioncourt, Open
What: Arrival
Where: Temba
When: End of month (during calibrations, so limited to those who are outside atm)
Warnings: Blood, vomiting, violence, Please reply to Opt IN/OUT" post

Even Lestat's hyper acute senses couldn't quite catch where the change had happened. One moment he was facing down the ultimate betrayal, and the next he was outside in some utterly unfamiliar and strange looking place, Loius, Claudia and Antoinette no where to be found. He couldn't smell a trace of them on the air- air that was thankfully dark, he realized- looking up at the strange stars with a snarl. His insides churned, and vomited up more blood, looking quite the bloody mess. Despite this and all the more pressing issues, his eyes landed on a strange...orb, and he staggered towards the thing with purpose. He could feel the hold it had over him, but couldn't fight the urge, hissing at the orb or whatever force was inside his mind, before surrendering to the compulsion to touch the thing. It spoke all sorts of things to him, and when he finally pulled back with wide eyes he was panting, feeling weak and vulnerable in a way he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

The poison in his veins distracted him from any further thoughts into the 'how and why' of things, doubling over to empty up more blood from his stomach, crawling along the ground and trying to scent out a source of blood- any blood- that wasn't his own.

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There is nothing for a full minute and a half. Then a Styrofoam container drops right on his head. Which of course knocks it open. And spills out ten sealed plastic bags of blood onto the floor. All lightly chilled.

Cayde stood there expectantly, squinting at the ceiling as though he could see clear up to space and wherever the Agrii might be. He was about to try again when suddenly white filled his vision.

A styrofoam box was hardly enough to knock an Exo over, but the suddenness of it still had him stumbling. The box itself hung from his face, his horn puncturing the bottom once it had hit, and as the weight of its contents swung it downwards, it effectively blocked his sight.

"Mf..." He yanked the thing off, scowling before he looked down at the packets. "Now we're talking! Thanks guys!" he said as he quickly started scooping the packs up into the container. He dashed back out to where Lestat was.

"Hey pal, you still with me?"

OH. He could smell the blood. Lestat's head lifted, looking in the direction of the blood, and started crawling towards it- when suddenly Cayde reappeared.

Lestat's eyes were frightening in that moment, fixated on a singular goal.

"Geez! You could at least let me walk over, the last time anything crawled at me like that I shot it!"

Cayde shook his head as he quickened his steps over, slowing just slightly as he caught the look on the man's face. "Anyway, hard part's taken care of, I just needa dig out some... I dunno, tubes or something, needles? I think needles are involved."

"Give it to me-" Lestat demanded, all but growling. Maybe shooting would have been the right idea, shit...

The Exo looked uncertain at that as he held out one of the packets. "Okay, okay- but I'm not sure how you're gonna-"

That was answered very quickly, Lestat tearing into the thing with his fangs and sucking from it like it was some kind of vampire capri-sun. He slurped from it hungrily, despite the strange and off putting temperature, too desperate to complain and making quite the mess.

"OH MY GOSH WHAT THE HELL?!"

Cayde jumped back at that, gaping as he held the rest of the packs in their styrofoam confines tightly. Too tightly, as styrofoam boxes were not made to hold up against an Exo grip, and the thing sort of caves in under his arms, spilling another couple of packs on the floor.

Grabbing for those ones as well, Lestat sparred the Exo a look with those eerie eyes of his, looking like something straight out of a horror film as he flashed him a toothy grin, swallowing down every drop he could get before tearing open the next.

It was much like watching a train wreck. Except the one passenger that survived was going to town on the mangled bodies. If Cayde's face still had the capability, he'd surely have a twitching eyelid.

"Okay, so clearly we can't take you to any restaurants," he finally said.

Oh, he'd barely gotten a taste of the carnage Lestat could wrought when the mood struck. He began to slow a little as that need became sated, and he finally made a face.

"Why is it cold?" That would normally mean the blood was long dead and of no use to him, but this was serviceable.

"...for freshness," Cayde replied. He looked down at the mess that followed Lestat before looking down at the remaining packs in the broken bits that could hardly be called a box any more.

"Is this a usual thing for you? Because I can see a lot of potential problems here."

Panting, Lestat tried to compose himself, wiping some of the carnage from his face. "Mm? Oh. No, I just thought I might try it," he said with a charmingly sarcastic smile.

The Exo rolled his optics at that. "Funny. You missed a spot, by the way," he said as he gestured at Lestat in his entirety.

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literal horror show~

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