audience: astarion

[mygod]

Comments

[haematocritical]

[ just stab him next time, honestly. ]

... Something like that, yes. It's strange to be in such a huge city like Baldur's Gate and be a specific kind of anonymous. You can be anonymous in a big city easily, but someone will know. Recognise you.

[ ... ] When you're skulking the streets at night, it's a bit different. There's already an anonymity to that.

[mygod]

So you'd rather be known than endure that anonymity for extended periods?

[haematocritical]

Famine, my dear, I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Whether I’d rather or not had no bearing on anything.

[ … ] It was likely better for the situation I was in. But I quite like the feeling of people knowing you, when you walk into a tavern and the bartender recognises you. [ he’s not entirely sure he remembers it though, only what he thinks it might be like. ]

[mygod]

I am asking about your current state, you dunce.

[ now that his captor is dead ]

Though you answered the question eventually.

[haematocritical]

If I answered it then why are you calling me a dunce?

[ MEAN. ]

The principle is still there, though. There’s something about walking around at night that offers a certain sense of anonymity, regardless of what you do. Walking around in the sunlight instead has been… nice.

[mygod]

You still misunderstood.

[ but yea they are mean ]

Is that so... I suppose you've become something of an outdoorsy type then.

[haematocritical]

[ big mean. ]

For now. Who knows if I'll be able to do this once we deal with these tadpoles. Might as well enjoy the feeling of the sun on my skin before it starts burning me again.

[mygod]

Ah. A side effect from your brain bugs or whatever?

[ the tadpoles aren't bugs but it's fine ]

[haematocritical]

Mm. The sun doesn't bother me, and I don't need to be invited into buildings.

[ he can't even argue the "brain bug" thing, it kinda is. ]

[mygod]

Interesting handicaps...

[ a glance toward astarion's ears ]

A part of your physiology?

[haematocritical]

[ the ears flick. yay. ]

Yes, but if you're referring to the ears specifically, being an elf didn't stop me from going into the sun. [ the way i was like god he has like three unique physiology things going on, help me. ]

[mygod]

[ help ]

Then what did?

[haematocritical]

[ he just curls his lip back, so the fangs no one comments on despite them being right there and karlach calling him fangs in front of god and everyone i love everyone and their commitment to the ic/ooc divide very much, are on display. ]

Vampirism, mostly.

[mygod]

Ah, like the monster.

[haematocritical]

[ wrinkles his fucking nose at that. ]

[mygod]

Is it incorrect?

[haematocritical]

For Cazador, yes.

[ ... ]

Spawn can't turn people, which is half of people's fears alleviated.

[mygod]

And so you are... vampiric spawn?

[haematocritical]

Correct. Contrary to popular belief, someone bitten doesn’t become a “full” vampire without an extra step.

[mygod]

And that extra step is?

[haematocritical]

Drinking from the sire.

[mygod]

Ah, I see. And when your 'sire' is a manipulative prick, that means you're unlikely to wrest any power from him.

[haematocritical]

Most of them are. Why create a vampire of equal standing who might one day topple you from your comfortable seat of power? I assume most cases of vampires being created are accidental.

[mygod]

Sounds complicated.

And with your former master dead now, what will become of you?

[haematocritical]

Nothing.

I'm just an uncompelled spawn now.