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985361 No. 985361 ID: 679d47

This quest will contain blood, nudity, and sexual situations.
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No. 985362 ID: 679d47
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985362

No two sunsets are the same. Xavier had watched more than forty thousand of them, and although he had not appreciated each one as much as the next, he knew the value of at least looking upon the peach-tinted sky before nightfall. It offered a guaranteed moment of peace. This sunset was no different, in that it was entirely different from all those before it, except it wasn’t, but it was, and this infinite loop pleased Xavier to ponder. Roseate light reflected off of the skyscrapers’ windows, and Xavier felt a familiar pang of superiority to humans in his jaw.
Moments of peace seemed so terribly rare in the lives of humans. They flutter about from task to task, fearing that they may not get enough done before they take their last, unfulfilled breath. Xavier would briefly remember times when he felt this rush to accomplish, before he settled into semi-permanence (for nothing is permanent, except, perhaps, for the fact that nothing is permanent), and he felt grateful that he could focus his gaze on the alternating squiggles of the stratocumulus clouds and the floating steam rising from the industrial zone. He didn’t need to think about them, or what they meant, or if he could show anyone else. Those were human concerns.
He had a sunset “coffee,” which was a term that Xavier was not particularly fond of but used out of respect for vampire colloquialisms, and which consisted of several milliliters of blood plasma warmed over the stove in an iron pot. Xavier’s cup that evening was a donation, and had come to him through the BVA, Bureau of Vampaffairs. Another term that Xavier did not like was vampaffairs, which means exactly what it sounds like: the happenings of vampire society.
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No. 985363 ID: 679d47
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985363

This spirit had not been packaged properly. Xavier noticed a sharp tinge of fermentation as he took the first sip, and scowled. He didn’t mind drinking older blood, and that wasn’t what made him scowl; it was that he had gone to the trouble of heating the stuff, and it turned out to be disappointing. He rinsed his teeth with water, and poured the warm plasma back into its container. He would freeze it, and use it as a texturizer for drinks when he had vampire company.

Xavier planned to have more vampire company from tonight on. It had been thirty-eight months since he had spent recreational time with another vampire. Perhaps this evening would be the right time to start; “now” is better than the amorphous “later,” which could be potentially pronounced as “never.”

He could try calling one of the three vampire contacts he had on his comm, or he could go out to dance at The Drop. He could even try surprising Vlad by showing up on his balcony without calling first, which would surely elicit an unexpected reaction.
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No. 985364 ID: 679d47
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985364

Should Xavier call someone? Or should he do something else?
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No. 985382 ID: e7c7d3

Give Alexander a ring. They're probably getting bored
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No. 985393 ID: 848326

Let's ser how the outside world is doing. Let's do groceries.
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No. 985441 ID: 679d47
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985441

The trilling of the comm lasted only a second.

“Xavier! It’s been so long!” Alexander’s sing-song voice rang too loudly around the apartment, and Xavier clicked down the volume. “How are you, best friend?!”

“Best friend? I haven’t talked to you in two years,” replied Xavier, his heart softening at the sound of his bloodmate’s excitement. The two had turned at the same time, sired by the same vampire; at some point, they played in a band together and shared meals. That was long ago, though, and Xavier felt a touch of guilt at not maintaining contact with someone who loved him so unconditionally. Even when they were young vampires, and Xavier had a penchant for violence and scandal, Alexander always welcomed his company with a smile.

“I’m in the city! I’m in Perinople!” Alexander exclaimed. Xavier noticed someone floating in and out of the comm’s camera, which seemed strange, as Alexander was supposed to be in hiding, away from any human contact. The only visitors they were allowed to have were Council members, and those were in fairly short supply.

“I thought you were in hiding,” said Xavier, trying to see who was next to Alexander.

“The Council is gonna re-negotiate the mandate this week! They said they’ve been reviewing a bunch of their mandates and are giving me and some other vampires new terms. Look who’s here!” Alexander said, shifting the camera.

“Well. Hello, friend.”
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No. 985442 ID: 679d47
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985442

Xavier glared at the projection. Frederic was not his friend, and Xavier only knew him as well as he did because the Council kept putting them at the same table during events. The Council always grouped vampires by the approximate era they were turned, and gave no thought as to whether they would get along at all. Xavier considered Frederic a particularly crude individual; he was known to catch-and-release victims without hypnotizing them or erasing their memories, which Xavier found absolutely appalling and irresponsible.

“Are you coming over? We’re having a party,” said Frederic.

“You’re both kind of in disgrace with the Council,” replied Xavier. They could have their mandates extended if the Council found out they were having an unsanctioned social event while in disgrace.

“They’re busy re-negotiating mandates. They won’t know,” Alexander said. “Come over! Oh, that’s the door. I’ll send you the location. Can’t wait to see you!”

“Can’t wait to see you,” repeated Frederic in that sly voice, and Xavier scowled as the comm blinked off. He did not want to see Frederic. He did, however, want to play music with Alexander, as well as protect them from Frederic’s voracious sexual appetite. Something about the idea of Frederic seducing gentle Alexander made Xavier’s stomach churn.

He needed to go to the party.
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No. 985443 ID: 679d47
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985443

Xavier called the building’s grocer and ordered ten ounces of raw beef blood for pick-up, as well as a bottle of red wine and a package of protein donuts. The blood and wine were for the party; the donuts were for the donation chute that delivered upper society’s unused waste to the city’s lower levels.

Xavier considered his outfit for the evening. It had been a long time since he made a public appearance in vampire society, and about three months since he left his apartment. What should he wear?
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No. 985507 ID: e7c7d3

I say try 2
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No. 985508 ID: 46a721

Giant novelty hotdog costume!

Or 1, 1 looks cool too.
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No. 985535 ID: a3545b

Definitely Number 3

<spoiler> Also YAY, nonbinary vampires :D </spoiler>
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No. 985931 ID: 679d47
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985931

Twilight in the upper levels of society was always pleasing to traverse for Xavier. The buildings of Perinople were in jewel-tones and their colored glass panes created a shimmering backdrop to Xavier’s journey across town. He had looked forward to the Age of Aesthetic since his first appointment with vampire astrologist André Cartello.

André was a major proponent of the Noble Philosophy, a belief that vampires are a species of higher beings created to guide humans towards the Divine Light more efficiently. Xavier was young and miserable when he turned, making him extremely impressionable and desiring of hope; additionally, André could back up all of his claims with mathematical calculations, historical evidence, and personal experience dating back to the Middle Ages.
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No. 985932 ID: 679d47
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985932

The Noble Philosophy had been the official position of the Council for one hundred and twenty-six years, and Xavier was grateful for this. It made vampire society peaceful and private, for there were no huge massacres or supernatural blunders to cover up, nor any accidental high-profile murders to be branded as assassinations or hoaxes. Humans were better off unaware of the blood-drinking predators that were capable of influencing society’s highest ranking members with ease. It would upset many humans to know that vampires did very little work despite the power they had.

The monotube was quick and uncrowded, an advantage of the city’s complex population planning laws, and Xavier arrived at another tall apartment building within the hour. His sharp hearing led him to the door he needed.
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No. 985933 ID: 679d47
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985933

“Hi.”

Frederic’s pheromones wafted through the entrance of the apartment. They were distinctly sexual in scent, and Xavier was careful to keep his face from reacting in any direction to his fellow incubus’ presence. Personally, he felt it was sloppy and immature to let one’s pheromones run wild so early in the evening.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I thought you might not come,” continued Frederic, not yet opening the door all the way. Xavier glanced past him, but Frederic moved into his line of sight immediately. “Is that box for me?”

“No. It’s for the party,” Xavier said.

“Oh, lucky me. I’m at the party.”

Xavier looked down his nose at Frederic. He wasn’t that much taller, but it still made Xavier feel just powerful enough to be satisfying.
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No. 985934 ID: 679d47
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985934

“They’ve got darts in the other room. I’m setting up spirit tasting in the kitchen, and Alex is right there with the babies. I’m looking forward to seeing you loosen up a bit,” purred Frederic, stepping aside. There were a few young vampires Xavier did not recognize laughing with Alex, and a succubus whose name he couldn’t recall in the entrance to the kitchen. He could hear the “thwack” of darts and throwing knives in the bedroom, and smelled an assortment of blood and liquor.

What should Xavier do first?
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No. 986184 ID: e7c7d3

Let's start with darts
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No. 986186 ID: 6f7a5a

it's polite to mingle I think.
get to know the people around before you settle into a conversation or game
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No. 986196 ID: 22d627

Do the rounds, see who else is here.
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No. 986210 ID: 6e4236

Dab furiously to establish tour dancing superiority over all other guests.
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No. 986236 ID: a3545b

Check in with Alexander to see how they're doing and whether they're down jam (did Xavier bring an instrument?) which will hopefully distract them from Frederic too
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No. 986674 ID: 679d47
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986674

“Xavier!!! My friend!” Alexander’s shout was still sweet and gentle, true to their nature.
The scent of young vampires was sharp and almost alarming in its onset; at least one of the party guests was still on a human sleep schedule, and one smelled like laundry detergent. Most vampires over the age of fifty wore clothing only for public appearances, and did not wash their laundry often enough to have a lingering soap scent.
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No. 986675 ID: 679d47
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986675

“We’re coming up with new superstitions. We’re going to say that doing a random dance move wards off evil.”

“Like this?” Xavier whipped his arms into a dab, sending Alexander and the guests into a cheer. “How would that even work?”

“We’ll say it raises your vibrations or something. And it keeps away goblins, ghouls, werewolves, and vampires,” continued Alexander. “Even though only one of those things is real, hahaha! We’ll make an announcement for public access!” They were smiling and giggling a little more than usual, and Xavier wondered if they had already started the process of inebriation.

“Hi, Xavier. Remember me?” The succubus’ voice was smooth and lilting, and prompted a memory to resurface in Xavier’s mind. He vaguely recalled an evening at a ballet recital, and the drive to a hotel. There were two other people in the car, and he could hear the bouncing song from the speakers that drowned out firetruck sirens. Xavier squinted the tiniest bit, flicking his eyes down and trying to remember his connection to this vampire.

She obviously expected him to say something, but what?
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No. 986717 ID: e7c7d3

Ultimate sass!

"No, try to be more memorable next time."
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No. 986834 ID: 9ad7a0

"We really burned the house down, huh?"
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No. 986921 ID: ce39da

>>986717
I approve of this answer.
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No. 988782 ID: 679d47
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988782

“No. You’re remarkably forgettable.” Xavier taunted the succubus with his dry half-joke, which Alexander found hilarious. They were always an excellent audience, and loved to punctuate Xavier’s most amusing statements with enthusiasm. The succubus, however, was not amused, and took offense to the underhanded greeting.

“I see you are still rude,” she replied, a scowl marring her pale brow. “I was uncertain if I would ever like to see you again, and now I know. My name is Gabriella, by the way.”
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No. 988783 ID: 679d47
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988783

Xavier promptly forgot her name and turned to Alexander, who had grasped his hands tenderly, like a child. He was a little surprised by Alexander’s touch; they usually waited for privacy to show Xavier any kind of physical affection, which he liked, as it made hugs and hair caresses into very special moments.

“We should rent a guitar for you. I have a new kind of synthesizer,” they said, tugging on Xavier’s hand. “Play with me!” Alexander was already drunk, Xavier knew now, and he felt a patriarchal desire to shield his friend from any hardship in any context. This feeling was rare in Xavier’s life, and was a warm, benign symptom of the deep bond the two vampires held.

“Tana! Hell yeah bitch, you made it!”

The tender moment between Xavier and Alexander was cut short by the vampire next to them shouting overhead. Alexander tilted their head quizzically.

“I didn’t invite any Tana,” they murmured. “Do you know -?”
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No. 988784 ID: 679d47
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988784

A lithe, athletically-built vampire in tight clothing led a group of six humans into the apartment, slamming the door behind them.

“What’s out, Eriq? This the one?” Tana barked over the chattering humans. They slammed their hand against the young vampire’s forearm seated by Alexander. “Cute, bitch. Who’s this tall one with the snobby aura?”

“Aye, zing zing! He is a pretty blue, ah? I’m into it.”

“Course you are, Eriq. Slut. My name be Tana, she, I brought snacks.”

A small bag of chips crinkled as she tossed them on the table and grinned with her fangs extended. Xavier felt for a moment almost as if he had been assaulted by the combination of unfamiliar scents, unrestrained voices, and uncouth dialect. He waved his hand toward the humans, psychically urging them to quiet themselves, lest the neighbors hear a gathering exceeding ten people. A visit from the Watch would certainly complicate the evening.

“Why did you invite someone, Eriq?” asked Alexander, a nervous tremble echoing at the end of their sentence. “I didn’t ask you to do that, and I don’t want so many people here. The Council would be upset.”

“You said they’re busy. And she brought snacks!” laughed Eriq, dragging the table aside. “Tana’s my friend. She can party, she comes from lowdown.”

“You’re from the lower levels?” asked Xavier, trying to engage Tana’s attention while keeping the humans from shouting or scattering into the apartment.

“You like virgins?” Tana answered with a question, something that Xavier found highly irritating, and she seemed to be releasing pheromones associated with violence and fear. The humans were starting to lose their initial excitement at being invited to a highup party, and confusion started to take them. Xavier tried to soothe the humans and counter the rising tension, but he was out of practice, and his passive hypnosis was weak.

He had to come up with a way to pacify the humans and Tana, before the humans started expressing their fear verbally.
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No. 988928 ID: ce39da

You saw that look when this 'Tana' lady came in? She's either intentionally trying to cause a scene by whipping up a bunch of humans into a panic, or she just actively enjoys breaking the rules.

"'Tana,' was it? I think you should leave until you get your aroma under control, or else bid our new guests adieu." Get the door; whether it's for Tana or the humans, it will be up to other people to decide. "You lot are free to go if you aren't comfortable here." Even if both end up staying, the humans will be emboldened by knowing they have the option to leave.

If Tana tries to escalate matters, silence her with your air of domination.
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No. 988931 ID: 07ed53

Maybe get some drinks for everyone/lead them over to drinks? Some booze might calm the humans down a bit anyway.
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No. 992957 ID: 679d47
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992957

There were four humans in total. They were obviously from lowdown, with self-made haircuts and recycled clothing materials, and Xavier allowed a drop of pity mar his brow. If he spent too long contemplating the hardships created by the split in society, he would find himself in vampiric despair, so he put the thought aside as soon as it surfaced: I’m so sorry this is happening to you.

For a moment, Xavier thought he recognized one of the humans’ aura. This was strange, as it had been one hundred and seventy-one years since the death of that particular human.

With his hand on Alexander’s shoulder, Xavier spoke up again, this time with projection that reverberated off of the urn collection with a metallic twang.
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No. 992958 ID: 679d47
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992958

“'Tana,' was it? I think you should leave until you get your aroma under control, or else bid our new guests adieu." He made the extra effort to glide over to the door with a smooth gait, showing that he had impeccable control over his movement. “You lot are free to go if you are uncomfortable.”

As he passed Tana and the group of humans, he glanced down. The seemingly familiar human made eye contact with Xavier as he reached for the door, and he could not break away from their gaze. This was strange, also, as hypnosis was generally not accessible to humans, and Xavier was generally in perfect control of his attention.
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No. 992959 ID: 679d47
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992959

He opened the door with a click, but it slipped out of his hand and slammed close again. Tana had her hand up, and Xavier realized that she had just shut the door with her psychokinesis in front of the humans. Usually, vampires only engaged in blatant power displays like this when they were getting ready to kill the witnesses.

Tana grabbed a human by the mouth and cackled.

“So, who playing? Rules are survive, if you break the rules yadie. Choose either eaten or turn. I’m think eaten,” she practically sang in broken grammar. “Maybe we make you fight up near-death, then eaten. Like that, Eriq?”

Eriq hooted in support of Tana. Her pheromones were blasting full VIOLENCE now, and Xavier found his own energy crackling with aggression. A dozen concerns about consequences raced through his mind.

If he got caught here during a small massacre, he would be indicted and in isolation for years before the Council decided he was not at fault. Or, perhaps they would decide it actually was Xavier’s fault, as he was nearing Mastery and should have been able to stop this. He could easily abscond with Alexander, escaping the ordeal and ensuring his friend’s safety. He could try to fight Tana directly, and potentially murder a fellow vampire and earning isolation all the same.

But the atmosphere grew evermore chaotic, and Xavier found it difficult to think clearly and quickly. He needed to make a decision in the next three seconds, or a human was going to die.
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No. 993053 ID: 12b116

>>992959
Abscond with Alexander
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No. 993059 ID: ce39da

“Leaving it is, then.”

Defenestrate Tana. Through the glass. Stop Eriq dead with a stare.
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No. 993214 ID: df76b1

>>993059
Seems legit
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No. 993713 ID: 5c882a

Yell out to grab everyone's attention!
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No. 993754 ID: 679d47
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993754

“Cease.”

Xavier lifted Tana off of the human with ease, and his voice was now loud enough to be considered a shout.

“Before I defenestrate you. Through the glass. Your little friend, too.”

“The fuck you say?”

For a moment, Tana hung there in Xavier’s hand, her face twisted up with excitement and confusion. He realized that she probably did not recognize at least one of the words he just used. Xavier pitied this young vampire, who knew naught but cruelty and competition; he hoped that she would find peace in learning soon, as vampires do.
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No. 993755 ID: 679d47
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993755

And then she kneed him in the jaw.
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No. 993758 ID: b1b4f3

>>993755
Demonstrate what you meant.
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No. 993821 ID: ce39da

"Defenestrate, verb; to throw something or someone out a window. To 'yeet' them through one, as your kind might say. Now knowing that, is this your final answer?"

If she doesn't let up, then do it.
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No. 993822 ID: 3a4ded

The puny kick from a young Vamp will not faze the well developed elder Vampire. He should smile instill fear and then he should explain what he meant by demonstration.
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No. 993840 ID: 19da02

No time for talking. Toss her through the window!
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No. 994001 ID: 53560f

Make sure he window is open before you throw her out
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No. 998544 ID: 679d47
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998544

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No. 998545 ID: 679d47
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998545

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No. 998546 ID: 679d47
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998546

Xavier immediately regretted letting violence get the best of him. He needed to act in favor of the present Noble vampires and the undeserving victims. Or he could just kill everyone there, he thought. Now, why would he think that? It's that damn Tana and her pheromones, isn't it?
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No. 998567 ID: b1b4f3

Alright, restrain him. Then lecture all present on the merits of restraint.
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No. 998611 ID: ce39da

You got some air circulation going in the room, at least.

"That was almost what defenestration means. I suggest you stop before I'm compelled to complete the demonstration. We're vampires, not wild animals."

Just telepathically shove her the rest of the way out of the building if she tries to lash out again - hard enough that she'll be free-falling through the air with nothing to grab onto.

"Alex, I suggest that you have the other guests vacate the premises."
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No. 998802 ID: 19da02

what is her major malfunction?
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No. 1003287 ID: 679d47
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1003287

"Do not start --"
Tana lunged for Xavier. Their fingertips hardened offensively, and Xavier punctured her face as he grabbed her, pushing her up against the wall. She kept grinning, excited by the rising danger, and Xavier heard a SQUELCH from behind him.
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No. 1003288 ID: 679d47
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1003288

"We are vampires, not wild animals!" he shouted, but Tana twisted out of his hand and elbowed him, again in the face. This enraged him.
The room started to spin and fade. Xavier breathed in the horrid, delicious mix of violent pheromones and fresh blood, and he couldn't formulate a plan. Tana wriggled away, and he could hear her jamming her claws into one of the unfortunate mortals.
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No. 1003372 ID: e7c7d3

Fly into a rage
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No. 1003382 ID: 19da02

give in to rage and fuck her shit entirely up


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