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[judgementor]

Name: Red Wine [un: redwine]
Date: 24/05
Format: Text

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[Red Wine has been here for months and never turned to the network available to him for anything, save to occasionally reply to people who say or ask things he finds interesting. All in all, he doesn't have much faith in it, but... today is a day to cast caution to the winds, it seems.]

Seeking any information regarding the halting of forced physical transformation during the full moon and if it's in any way possible. Specifically with regards to vampires.

Time wasters will be disregarded.

Thank you.

Comments

text; (un: aragaki)

[hoboagogo]

[sorry, El Vino, shinji knows he is a time waster and doesn't care.]

pretty sure that's not how anything here works. The harder you fight it, the worse the the changes get.

whats so bad about it, anyway?

[judgementor]

I will never cease to be utterly confounded by people who think that's a question that even needs to be asked.

[hoboagogo]

guess its your lucky day to be confounded

is it the blood drinking thing? 'cause you could just let yourself starve, i guess, if you hate it that much.

[judgementor]

I've tried that.
I don't recommend it.

But no, it isn't the blood.

I'm sure you're aware of the powerful effect that the last full moon had.

[hoboagogo]

ok look you're gonna have to actually type out all of what you're trying to say instead of making it vague and mysterious or whatever. especially if you're gonna claikm other people are time wasters.

yeah it was strong this month, but ok? it wasnt anything completely unmanageable.

fuck texting, we yell about secrets in action threads like men

[battlebound]

[ The message settles in Steak's stomach like a stone, sends a chill down his spine. Transforming is part and parcel of what they've been forced into here in Aefenglom, and though Steak's own body has ceased to transform beyond the full moons, he has no idea how or when Red Wine's transformation ends.

So, when the message comes across — Red Wine not even thinking to hide his identity in his question — something clutches at Steak's chest, clawing into his lungs and heart, and one thought fills his mind:

The bastard's been hiding things, again.

And that's how Red Wine ends up with Steak, barreling right into wherever he's sitting, glaring with teeth gritted. ]

What happened?!

[ A normal person might ask that question out of worry, might use some tact or care in broaching the subject, but not Steak. ]

nfkfdgfg

[judgementor]

[It was a calculated risk, and maybe he should have just gone out somewhere before he made such a request of the entire city. Hiding his name wasn't something he had even considered, but he had known that Steak would have some kind of explosive, ridiculous reaction.]

Nothing you need to concern yourself with.

[He'd had the reply ready and doesn't look up, keeping his attention towards the end of the garden where two birds are fluttering about a bird bath on the grass. His communicator lies abandoned for now, on the table beside him.

Despite the vampirism - still getting worse by the day - he does occasionally venture outside.]

Unless you had an answer to my question.

[battlebound]

[ Unfortunately for all parties involved — and the poor bastards they live with — Steak really only has one way of reacting to things like this.

Loudly, and as forcefully as a fire might spread through a forest.

Red Wine chooses to dismiss his concerns and doesn't even turn his head to offer Steak the dignity of lying to his face, and it achieves nothing but infuriating Steak further.

This bastard— ]

Like hell it isn't.

[ His voice lowers to a hiss as the anger simmers inside him, a protective layer around a knot of worry, same as the day he took that letter from the fire and tracked down the author.

Only Red Wine could do this to him. ]

What happened to you?

[ The question is repeated, lowered to a whisper this time. Red Wine looks, all things considered, alright, but people who are alright don't put out messages like that. ]

[judgementor]

I am not and have never been obliged to tell you everything, Steak.

[He snaps back waspishly, tense, already more than prepared to have an argument about this because isn't it just like Steak to assume he's entitled to know every little detail of everything that goes on in Red Wine's life?

Selfish. Always so selfish. It's none of his business.]

I don't want to discuss it. Leave it alone.

[And he folds his arms loosely, a gesture as subtle as a smack in the face to indicate his intentions to utterly close that avenue of questioning.]

[battlebound]

[ Secrets will forever be a bone of contention between them — Steak, who has always hated them, and Red Wine, who lives by them. Steak's teeth grit together painfully at the rebuttal and his hand curls and uncurls, fingernails digging into his palm.

Dammit all. Would Red Wine ever understand that telling his teammates — his... somethings, friends, maybe — about things that affect him is a good idea once in a while? ]

That doesn't mean you can hide everything. Other people are affected by what happens to you! [ Sure, they don't have to do everything together, and they don't, or fill each other in on every detail of their lives. But the big things... The transformations which send someone diving onto the network desperately?

Those should be shared. ]

text; un: acemagician

[cardtrick]

Wouldn't someone who could do that be making a lot of money?

[ She knows she'd pay a fair amount to stop sprouting fur everywhere. To put it another way: If it was possible, surely they'd know about it by now. ]

[judgementor]

I would imagine so. It would depend on the dangers associated.

[Given that Red Wine avoids the Coven, avoids most others and doesn't frequent the goblin markets, he is open to the idea of having missed something.]

[cardtrick]

[ Well, Trucy is quite outgoing, but she hasn't heard anything either. ]

Yeah... I bet customer complaints are pretty dangerous.

[ That's logic with Trucy Wright for you. ]

[judgementor]

I don't know if there's such a thing.

[Where would you even complain to?]

[cardtrick]

[ Surely a local Karen has an answer for that. They should investigate. ]

There's always customer complaints.
The question is if there's customer services.

text; (un: tacobell)

[itsjiaheng]

if you get anything worthwhile would love to know
but
pretty sure you're SOL on that
haven't been able to stop anything
especially the slow dying and the blood drinky part
and actually it's probably way worse tryna force it to stop

[judgementor]

I'm already dead, and I've had to resign myself to drinking blood to avoid going insane.

When I noted the full moon I was being quite deliberately specific in my wording.

[itsjiaheng]

yeah well
that was more.. speaking from experience
shit gets way worse around the full moons
if we can't stop being thirsty for blood on any other day
what makes you think you can stop the whole moon influence thing ??
that's not even a vampire problem as much as just a monster problem

[judgementor]

It affects us all in specific ways, does it not?

I thought it a question worth the asking. I found the experiences of the last full moon far more

distressing

than anything else thus far.

[Ugh, and that was difficult to admit. Just thinking about turning into a bat makes his skin crawl all over.]

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[clickclickbang]

that's not possible, sorry

[judgementor]

An impression I'm getting.

So I may have finally found something to divert my energy towards.

[clickclickbang]

why? did something happen?

[judgementor]

You might say that.

[Ugh...

Go on, Red Wine.]

I was aware vampires eventually turned into bats, but I wasn't prepared.

text. un: triskele

[scyldig]

What, specifically, are you having trouble with?

[judgementor]

Would you see forced transformation into a giant bat enough of a thing to have 'trouble' with?