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[deviances]

[Eithan's arrival on the Plane doesn't involve injury this time, at least... but he still doesn't look so great.]

Shit. This doesn't make any sense...

[His steps are slow, a little wobbly. He's dizzy, but he makes his way to the bar and all but collapses into a booth. He shivers, a little. And just to make sure he's not wrong (though dear Goddess, he wishes he were wrong) he presses two fingers against his wrist, concentrates just long enough to count... and yep, his pulse has been dulled.]

This. Should not. Be happenin' right now. I swear, just...

[He trails off, grumbling. He's only talking to himself, anyway.

But he's getting worse, practically by the minute, which is also strange because this never happens this quickly. And the next minute finds him curling in on himself a little, head in his arms on the table, trying to think through what has now become a fever - complete with cold chills! - in some attempt to solve this little problem of his. He's a vampire, yes, but he shouldn't need blood now, he's only a half-breed and he just took care of this not even a few days ago, and...

Shit. What should he do now...?]

((OoC: experiment start. Have fun. ♥))

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[themystery]

[ SURPRISE KITTEN. It's silent for a while as it hops up onto the table and studies Eithan with a look far too intense for such a small ball of fluff. After a moment, he reaches out with a paw on one of the arms to get his attention.

Time freezes for a moment while Sissel reaches out to communicate in the space between life and death, a realm where thoughts are words, although Eithan doesn't have to respond in kind. ]

You're not looking too hot there. What's the matter?

[deviances]

[HELLO SURPRISE KITTEN. Eithan doesn't exactly get a chance to look up before he's suddenly being spoken to in his head, and that's not exactly a sensation he was expecting. So when that's over and done with, he abruptly sits up, startled, and stares at the cat on the table.]

... Did you-...?

[Squint!]

What just happened?

[themystery]

[ At the movement, Sissel sits back. He waits a moment, tail swishing around his back legs, before he reaches out and places his paw on Eithan's arm again. When he speaks, there is a very definite note of smug in the tone. ]

What, this? It's called touching.

[deviances]

[.... lineface.]

Oh, you mean like this.

[Here, surprise kitty, have a finger poking you right in the forehead~

He does, briefly, consider that he should maybe be a little more concerned about the fact that he is talking to a black cat that is somehow thinking at him in conversation. Then, he remembers that this is the Plane, and just... one does not ask questions. Nope. He's got other worries right now anyway.]

[themystery]

[ He pulls his head away, in that insulted way that cats are known for doing, and then starts to lick down the front of his chest instead while avoiding the bandanna tied there. ]

Yes, exactly like that.

So. What is it?

[deviances]

[He watches him groom himself, shakes his head, amused. But that question comes, and he frowns all over again. Just the reminder that things are Not Right is enough to have his vision fading right at the edges all over again, and he sighs, crosses his arms and settles back into the booth.]

It's... This place is fuckin' with me. I'm a vampire. Means I need blood every once in a while. But this place is makin' me want blood when I shouldn't need any yet. Dunno how, but... it is.

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

Your turn. Seriously, how're you talkin' in my head like that?

[themystery]

Need blood? For what?

[ He's hardly pausing in the grooming for the conversation, despite the fact that the world seems to... blip anytime he speaks. Time itself stands still in the Realm of the Dead. ]

I'm a ghost. We can do that, usually with people who have died before. Although this place doesn't like following the rules.

[deviances]

[And Eithan knows nothing about telepathic kitties and stuff like that, so he just assumes that the world blipping is just some "normal" side effect from getting talked at in your own head. There are psychics in his world, sure, but he's never met any them~]

To live. [He runs a hand through his hair.] If I don't get any when I need it, I'll die. [beat.] Well, I'll go crazy first. But yeah, eventually, starve.

Yeah, well, I have. Here. Died, I mean. [Grumble... but he tries to shove that memory away immediately and change the subject instead!] You're a ghost? But... you're solid.

[themystery]

That's not exactly the kind of death we can fix real quick, then. [ Which is unfortunate, because rewriting deaths is this kitty's specialty. ] Never heard of something like that before, either. Where would you get blood? Do you hunt?

You could say I'm possessing this body, but I assure you. I'm a ghost.

[deviances]

It's... not exactly a hunt? Unless for some reason there's no servants around. Or you can't get to a place that has somethin'. ["Or you're not gettin' laid," he luckily manages not to say fjsdkla

... Wait. back up.]

H-Hold on. "Fix real quick"? ... Don't tell me you mean like what this place does. [Beat.] Do you?

[themystery]

What is THAT supposed to mean? Servants?

[ Kitten looks surprised. It helps that his expressions and feelings tend to come across better in the Realm of the Dead rather than only relying on animal body language. ]

What do you mean, like what this place does? It saves people?

[deviances]

[He quirks an eyebrow.] Uhhh, people who serve you? Like, cookin', cleanin', takin' care of the place, all of that? [He's not seeing a problem here jdsfka]

I dunno if it's savin' people. That's up for debate. But if you die, they'll bring you back. They'll change somethin' about you, but otherwise... yeah. Back from he dead.

[themystery]

I know what servants are. Do they hunt for you, too?

No, I don't do that. I stop it where it started.

[deviances]

Oh. No, some of 'em are just okay with bein' bitten. That or it's their job. One of the two. Depends on the family, I guess. [The Paines are a little nicer than others. He forgets that sometimes. It's partially at least because he has a hippie flowerchild demon of a mother.]

Ah. That's... that's actually pretty cool, how do you do that?

[themystery]

Sounds like an easy job. What's the family have to do with it?

[ Smugcat is very smug here. It's what he does and he's awesome. He knows it. ] I go back in time four minutes before their death. But if it's a slow one... I don't know if there's anything I could do. I haven't tried one like that before.

[deviances]

Personal preference as to how they run shit?

[Aww, smugcat is cute! If Eithan were to use that word. Which he doesn't, usually. But it does make him smile, a little. Honestly, this whole conversation has done wonders for taking his mind off of how much shit sucks right now. Maybe that's not a good thing in the long run, but for right now, he'll take it. Avoidance is fantastic.]

Ahh. Yeah no, I guess that wouldn't help stop a long, drawn-out process. Still, that's amazin', does it always work?

[themystery]

Different strokes, I guess.

[ Avoidance is not good! If only Sissel were aware. He'd bring the topic back around. Welp. He's still darn smug at the question, because.... ]

I haven't failed yet. Of course, I don't get nearly as many chances as I used to nowadays... Most people would say that's a good thing. I kind of miss it, though.

[deviances]

[nod!] Well yeah, doin' it is a huge help for people. If I could do somethin' like that, I'd miss it, too - even if not havin' reason to do it is a pretty good thing. Less crime, and all that. Yeah?

[themystery]

It's not always crime. Accidents happen. Just means I have to find different ways to entertain myself.

[deviances]

Yeah? Like what? Do cats have hobbies too? [He's legitimately curious!]

[themystery]

Of course we do. Well... This cat does, at least.