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[anon text] - Pulse - 021

Gnomeday, Gnome Redecan 09, ND 2018

[The text is rushed, pounded with trembling fingers as Guy slams his bedroom door shut, locks it, and quickly barricades it with a chair, letting himself wither onto the floor next to his bed before going back to check for mistakes.]

Quick but strange question. Bear with me.

Does anyone out there drink blood? Any kind of blood.

Or do you know of anyone who does? Any stories about it, anything at all?

If you do, I need to hear back from you.

Please.

[Because he's running into a bit of an issue as much as he tries to ignore it. With Zelda's memories completely wiped... she's too easy. Too open of neck, too smooth of skin...

He knows he needs to rely on someone outside the apartment walls.

For right now, he stays confined in his room, huddled against the bed with his head cradled in his arms, hands fisting in his hair. Think about something else. Anything else...]

((OOC comment: Guy has the negative gain of becoming a vampire to combat his positive loss of his fear of women.))

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[Not what he was expecting to find on the network and, if it were any other situation, he wouldn't be so blunt about his nature. He didn't have much to hide these days, but he didn't really wear a sign around his neck either.

But this person sounded like they might need to get to the point, especially if they'd been turned into a vampire like how he'd been turned into a human.]

Every other week, I'm a vampire. What can I help you with?

[To get an answer that fast was a godsend, and Guy's response couldn't be typed out quick enough.]

Just... urges. To drink.

I could ignore them well enough yesterday. Tonight I'm fighting the urge to jump a housemate when their back is turned.

Not really sure what to do.

[That bad, huh? The coral didn't pull it's punches, did it?]

If it's that bad, get out of the house. Take the back ways, away from people, and go somewhere with a bit more solitude. The park and forest are good places. It's only going to go away if you feed and I assume you don't want to attack anyone.

[Cause there were other problems if he did-]

Of course I don't want to

[He can't finish his sentence. To attack someone... was he just like an animal? It wouldn't surprise him - the needs that were bubbling up from his body were strange and carnal enough.]

So. Unless I find some way to feed - that isn't attacking someone - I assume I'll have to stay away completely until the whole damn curse is over. Right?

...

Should I expect this to get any worse?

[He pitied the person, really. This wasn't something he wished on people even in his most spiteful moods.]

Unfortunately, yeah. And, by the sounds of it, the desire might get so bad you'll forget yourself and seek out a victim. I have a solution, if you're willing to listen. I ask that you meet me in the park to hear it, though.

[It was the same solution he offered every person like him and, in this case, it would be better if it were done in private.]

[The reply is delayed, and when it finally comes, the anonymous filter is removed.]

...Give me a little while. Housemates and all that; they're concerned. I'll try and be out there soon.

...Thanks.

[About a half an hour later he's stumbling out of the Ordo Apartments and through the alleyways in the direction of the park, a hand pressing to his throat and every swallow feeling like it was ripping at raw skin.

Okay. Okay, SFC. Right.]

Sorry. Had something happen. I'm out now.

Where're you at?