socoolbrewster | { 01 } how cheerfully he seems to grin how neatly spreads his claws

Heyyy, what's shakin', bacon?

...See, it's funny because you're food. Just a bunch of walking milkshakes.

[He snickers, a slightly unhinged little laugh, and it's clear that aside from the deathly pale skin and too-dark glint of his eyes there is something seriously Not Right about him. You may have seen him in the hallways earlier, he was skulking around for a few hours before deciding to post something.]

But anyway. I'm getting a very...Jason X vibe here. Maybe Alien: Resurrection. It's interesting. Kinda cool. Dark. I like it.

[Evil leans back in the chair, as relaxed as a tiger stalking its prey from afar, and smirks. Behind him you can see a room that looks almost stereotypically "nerdy teenage boy"; movie posters from just about every horror movie known to man paper the walls, interspersed with ones for various video games and the occasional map or hand-drawn attempt. The only thing that doesn't quite seem to fit is the large wooden crate stuck in the middle of the room.]

Chuckles, you out there? Because if this is some kind of fucked up newbie hunter joke I am so gonna kill you. And it's gonna be messy as fuck.

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...I got enough. [Not really, but he's not going to admit to that.]

It's the food chain at work here. Resent it all you like. You are not the only one targeted.

[Sigh]

Go fuck yourself and your food chain.

[The network gives him the ability to be cool; if the conversation were happening face to face that fight-or-flight response they talked about in his records would be kicking in and his nonchalance would be tinged with more than a little aggression.

Sometimes not having to smell someone makes all the difference.]

Hm. How very eloquent.

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Now I find myself in the odd position of requesting something from you. Not what you are thinking of, I promise you.

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Well, good job for surprising me, anyhow. [He puts on a bored face, nearly completely masking his wariness.]

I'm all ears.

I try my best.

[He sees your wariness there, but doesn't show it. His own expression is calm, neutral, almost bored.]

This one seems relatively young. I'd be surprised if he were over five years old. My favor is this: leave him be. Defend yourself properly if he comes after you, of course. But do not try to taunt him into an attack.

[Riddick is not privy to your standard vampire lore. He frowns.]

Young how.

[Here he thought it was Common Knowledge. Blame the goth crowd he's been hanging out with.]

He's still a teenager in human years. That much is obvious. [Pause. Pause. How to explain.] I believe he was just recently made into a vampire. Perhaps hasn't had the proper guidance and teaching necessary.

That is speculation. But here is something I have found true: all young ones are susceptible to rash action and impulsiveness. They act before they think.

[Riddick's hackles are trying to go up. It isn't like Lestat knows that Fucking Thing he has about kids. It's been used against him before. He keeps his voice level, cocks a brow.]

If it means that much to you. But you didn't need a whole lot of encouragement yourself, all 'food-chain' and 'your deaths don't matter'. You think he's got more control?

He better. He jumps me? He eats it.

But I won't push him.

[Because that's what a monster he is; he'll ghost anyone who tries him. Seriously. Believe his hype.

Except that nasty little asterisk that's gotten him into a lot of trouble. *except for kids.]

[Now you point out his contradiction. There is a pause, then a shrug.]

I was starving. A vampire starved is a vampire irrational. Young or old, it does not matter.

No, I know he doesn't have nearly the same control as I do. If he reaches that state of starved frenzy, then I expect him to follow the same path to Zero that I did.

[Another little pause, followed by two words he has not said in a long while.] Thank you.

[Now this is making his hackles raise, just because it's weird. He doesn't communicate, he fights. Lestat was an animal, a faster animal that would try to dominate and feed on him. He was going to fight back, murder, anything it took to keep his skin together, an animal himself. A matter of survival and raw instinct, of him on guard all the time like a prey animal with bigger teeth than the predator expected.

What the fuck is this.

Can he trust it.]

Keep fed then, leatherboy. You ain't off my list either.

[His voice is less aggressive than the words though; honestly, this little encounter has de-prioritized that whole 'ram a grenade down his throat' way down that list. If there's a brain in there. Maybe he can stand out of attack mode.

His hype is skull-fucker, throat-ripper, but even he can't sustain fighting all the time. It wears him down.]

[This is unusual for him as well. He shouldn't look out for the new vampire, yet there's some instinct, something protective, that's making him want to play the role of guardian. It's... rather annoying.

At least he's not taking an active role. That is some consolation. A simple favor and that is all. Only from someone he knows is a formidable opponent. If he couldn't kill Riddick, then this new vampire has no chance at all.

...He'll resist making a retort to 'leatherboy'. Only through sheer force of will.]

I intend to. I am glad we could reach an agreement.

Thriling. We'll be having tea parties together any day now.

[Because if he doesn't downplay major events, what's the point?

It might make him feel better that Lestat had the same stupid impulse he's prone to. But maybe not.]

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