He doesn't have a heartbeat, like me. I don't know if that means he's undead like me, though.
( Vampire? Zombie? Mika only knows about vampires, so he has no idea what else would qualify. But if he's a vampire, he doesn't think he likes him (Mika prejudice mode activated for literally no reason). Still, he knows he can't say for certain either way. )
... I can hear your muscles twitching and your blood's flow. The way your guts move around and your bones shift. And pretty much everything on manor grounds. Not everything's distinct, but I could pick out a scream, for example.
( Very easy, since he lacks the capacity to want to interpret any of these sensations. It just becomes white noise. )
The only distracting thing is the sound of blood. And when a person's pulse quickens, their blood flows faster... it's like the aroma of freshly-baked bread from a window. It's hard to ignore.
[His pulse does quicken, if very, very lightly at that news. It doesn't cause much of a facial reaction other than more of the same exaggerated grimacing.]
...So all that was setting you off even more, huh?
( Reflexively, he swallows - he's never not at least a little hungry, this being a curse and all, but at least he can hold himself back right now, mostly.
He doesn't seem happy to admit it, but: )
... Yeah. The whole thing was like a buffet. I was trying to get people away, but... I couldn't say anything.
( That was a quiet, but extremely frustrating thing for Mika - being powerless to tell people to get away from him, to explain what he was probably going to end up doing. All he could do was shake his head and try to push them away, but to no avail. It was fortunate the feeding ended up happening in a controlled way, but it was one slip up away from going really badly. )
... I remember I wanted to drink from you, too. Your pulse was so quick... and you were close enough to bite.
... Malice had a theory that if any of us die, the spirits might get aggressive with everyone else for letting their personal picks perish. I'm just looking out for myself. That's all.
Because you've been pretty obviously worrying about my health for a long time now. If he didn't suggest it to you before we met at the baths, I'd almost think you just thought it was a convenient excuse.
( Mika looks perturbed, and a little indignant - does he care?? no, way, he absolutely does not??? right??? no, definitely not. not about a human. )
I'm not worried. All I care about is if someone's going to be a liability or not, that's all - and I bet you couldn't even survive a vampire taking a single mouthful of blood off you.
He should think about his next course of action more, but he does not - it's an impulse that moves from his mind to his hand in a moment, and just as fast he's taken Ahito by the neck and slammed him against the wall.
(... Not enough to hurt him in a serious way, though.) (Just definitely a bit harder than a human could.) )
... You should know better than to let your good luck make your cocky. Especially around something like me.
( And he told you, didn't he? To be careful about vampires. Too stupid - too comfortable, for someone willing to admit he was a little less sturdy than average. It sits ugly in Mika's stomach, frustrating. )
[It's faster than he can react, of course - and once again Mika's hand is at his neck, even though this time he's braced against the wall instead of the air. His heart pounds in his ears as his own hands find Mika's.]
...Haaah... Again so soon?
[He fights to keep the strain, the fear from his voice, even if there's no doubt Mika can hear it all anyway, down to the very sounds of his organs sent into a panic.]
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What do you mean "whatever he is?"
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( Vampire? Zombie? Mika only knows about vampires, so he has no idea what else would qualify. But if he's a vampire, he doesn't think he likes him (Mika prejudice mode activated for literally no reason). Still, he knows he can't say for certain either way. )
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I didn't notice... but I don't exactly try to spend time with him, either.
[Weighing his curiosity about this mystery versus.......... interacting with him......................]
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( So, yk. )
... If you do talk to him, be careful. If he's a vampire, I mean. Malice is decent for a vampire, but that's just luck.
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[Because Wanderer stuck him in a whirlwind their first day of practice...]
Just how good is "better?"
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... I can hear your muscles twitching and your blood's flow. The way your guts move around and your bones shift. And pretty much everything on manor grounds. Not everything's distinct, but I could pick out a scream, for example.
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That sounds like it'd get old real fast... [Too many sounds constantly? Talk about hell.]
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( Very easy, since he lacks the capacity to want to interpret any of these sensations. It just becomes white noise. )
The only distracting thing is the sound of blood. And when a person's pulse quickens, their blood flows faster... it's like the aroma of freshly-baked bread from a window. It's hard to ignore.
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...So all that was setting you off even more, huh?
[Whoops.]
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He doesn't seem happy to admit it, but: )
... Yeah. The whole thing was like a buffet. I was trying to get people away, but... I couldn't say anything.
( That was a quiet, but extremely frustrating thing for Mika - being powerless to tell people to get away from him, to explain what he was probably going to end up doing. All he could do was shake his head and try to push them away, but to no avail. It was fortunate the feeding ended up happening in a controlled way, but it was one slip up away from going really badly. )
... I remember I wanted to drink from you, too. Your pulse was so quick... and you were close enough to bite.
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He maintains a calm however - breathes a little more deeply to try to deal with the physical part, too.]
...Working on ranged healing it is.
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... Are you scared of me?
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...And, don't get cocky. There's other people here who scare me, too.
[Don't give him that monster bullshit when Khun exists.]
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... You should listen to your body when it's scared. It's trying to save you.
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[Not very scary vampire of you, Mika.]
Remind me - which of us has spent more of his time here bloody and/or injured?
[Because it sure ain't him.]
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( wow??? )
I can recover easily from injuries. You can't, remember?
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Last I checked that's called "worrying."
[At least being a little shit has returned his pulse to normal.]
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folds his arms,
(he's working on his excuse,) )
... Malice had a theory that if any of us die, the spirits might get aggressive with everyone else for letting their personal picks perish. I'm just looking out for myself. That's all.
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When did you hear that theory?
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Why does it matter?
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I'm not worried. All I care about is if someone's going to be a liability or not, that's all - and I bet you couldn't even survive a vampire taking a single mouthful of blood off you.
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Your excuses are getting weaker...
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Mika narrows eyes.
He should think about his next course of action more, but he does not - it's an impulse that moves from his mind to his hand in a moment, and just as fast he's taken Ahito by the neck and slammed him against the wall.
(... Not enough to hurt him in a serious way, though.) (Just definitely a bit harder than a human could.) )
... You should know better than to let your good luck make your cocky. Especially around something like me.
( And he told you, didn't he? To be careful about vampires. Too stupid - too comfortable, for someone willing to admit he was a little less sturdy than average. It sits ugly in Mika's stomach, frustrating. )
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...Haaah... Again so soon?
[He fights to keep the strain, the fear from his voice, even if there's no doubt Mika can hear it all anyway, down to the very sounds of his organs sent into a panic.]
D'you hate... the idea of- getting along so much?
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