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WHO: Archangel and Scathach
WHERE: Scathach's dojo
WHEN: Today. This afternoon sometime.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Warren pops by for a visit and Scatty's due for a feeding. Since he offered to help out with that a few weeks back, he stays true to his word and lets her eat him. His emotions, I mean.
FORMAT: Quickie

[Warren's out of the office today for errands and other such things, and stops by Scatty's dojo to say 'hi!' when he begins feeling extra restless about work. He's been non-stop the past few weeks, and feels the need to socialize or burn some energy. Something. So he ends up here, and looks around for her.]

Scathach? You here?

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[She gives a shrug; he's doing well at this. Certainly better than some others she had fed from. Her voice does hold something of a raw edge, though.]

She is, somewhere. We have never gotten along very well--we are twins, and, well. Sibling rivalry would be putting it lightly. I do have an older brother, though--I'm not sure where he is either, but we're at least civil.

[She may feel a bit of intrigue after he gets this information.]

So are they all like you then? Immortal vampires with amazing abilities?

[It's most likely easier for him to relax during this since he's had so much experiences with invasive type powers in the past. Though he is feeling more tired as time goes on, he's trying to combat it more, given his physiology.]

[Good, the distraction is working!]

Well, all of us in the Second Generation are... different somehow. Sort of like your mutants. [The next bit is said like something she's memorized.] Some of us were born as monsters, others were caught between shapes, a few possessed extraordinary powers of transformation and could become beasts at will. And others, like those of us who eventually formed the Clan Vampire, found that we were unable to feel.

[He tilts his head, taking in the information and feeling much more calm and curious.]

Beasts at will? Like shapeshifters, yeah?

[Her eyes have begun to glow a bit, and in a blink they take on the same shade as his aura, becoming flat, reflective disks.]

Yes. The humani call them werewolves, among other things. Though, the Torc clans can become more than just wolves.

[He takes a long breath and watches the glow entrap her eyes.]

My other powers work like that, kind of. Just shifting between this form and the other.

[She's beginning to feel it, now; his stress, his irritation, and something deeper, darker--but she doesn't want that. A bit longer, that's all.]

What form?

[It's hard to talk about, yeah, but the more sluggish he feels the more able he is to keep his head in check and just speak about it.]

Horseman of Death: blue skin; talons; techno-organic metal wings...kind of freaky looking, really.

[Nods. Slowly, she's beginning to loosen her connection to him. The tendrils of his aura start sliding away from her arm, back towards his.]

Sounds freaky. And dramatic. [Pause.] I'm sure it's quite frightening, though.

[His gaze drops from her face to watch the auro instead. He's tired and his voice drops to just above a whisper.]

That's one word for it. It's Death.

[And then it's over, and her eyes are fading back to their natural green. She looks healthier--her skin is slightly colored, her pupils aren't as thin. She leans forward a bit, ready to catch him if he falls over.]

Death always has seemed rather dramatic in all the myths and legends.

[He sways a little, and shakes his head to snap himself out of it.]

That's what War said. I think I'm the only person that doesn't think I'm overdramatic though.

[laughs a little lazily.]

[Hand on his shoulder to keep him up. They probably should have done this upstairs so he could have laid on the couch. Oops. Might have to fix that.]

I don't think you're terribly overdramatic. [Pause.] Would you mind if I picked you up? You look as if you need to lie down.

It's a good thing you haven't seen me on a bad day then...

[he blinks a few more times before his eyes focus on her. Then he nods, still swaying a little.]

Just don't say a word about how light and scrawny I am. I like to pretend I'm as big as I look.

[No fat + hollow bones makes him as light as a woman, basically]

[Smiles a bit.] Not a word.

[And she stands, leaning down to loop one arm beneath his knees and the other around his back. Upsie-daisy! Oh, God, he is so light. Must not make fun.] This does seem a bit backwards though, hm?

It's...awkward...

[he chuckles lazily once again and rubs a hand over his face tiredly.]

How long does this last usually?

[Starts up the stairs, being careful not to smack him against the walls.]

A few hours, at most. [Reassuringly:] It isn't permanent.

Ah good. Maybe I need a nap or something.

[Yawning now]

But...it helped you, yeah?

A nap would do you some good.

[Small smile. Pushes open the door at the top of the flight with her foot and takes him over to the couch. Btw she is like 5'5", so I'm sure her carrying him would look very, very awkward.]

It did, very much. And I thank you for that. [Sets him down oh so gently. Maternal instincts are a go.]

[He appreciates that gentleness so much, even if he'll never admit it! Once he's set down, his body relaxes and he sprawls across the couch.]

Glad I could be of service, Scatty. I wish I could say it's been a blast...but I think I'm ready to pass out now...

[When was the last time somebody passed out on her couch. Probably the last time Josh was up late. Smiles a bit.]

You do that. I'll have something to eat waiting when you wake up.

Good. I love food.

[He mumbles this incoherently before taking a snooze. Not that he'd be long, mind you, but he's so emo that's it's just tiring to miss some emotions! He appreciates it though, and is happy she's okay.]

[She just watches him for a minute or two and then smiles a bit. Heads to the kitchen to make something probably made of mostly fruits and vegetables. She has no meat in her fridge sob. Also, will be grateful to him forever.]

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