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[marquisdemort]

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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[deal_me_in]

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-"

[marquisdemort]

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.

[deal_me_in]

"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.

literal horror show~

[marquisdemort]

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.

[deal_me_in]

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.

[marquisdemort]

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.

[deal_me_in]

"...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."

[marquisdemort]

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.

[deal_me_in]

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.