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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She's reaching out as she appears on the Plane, but her fingers grasp at the air before her hand falls back to her side.}

He's gone. He doesn't...remember.

{She starts to laugh, but it's very broken, and unsettling}

Ne, is that what Amshel meant? Disgusting, filthy, lying humans. I can't---shouldn't trust them. It's why, why Amshel, everyone died! They left me, and now, he's gone too. I hate them! I--I...

{But her mood changes again, and Diva takes a few delicate steps forward before she simply drops to her knees, her hands clutching tightly at her side as she begins to tremble}

I'm sorry, I really am sorry---Why didn't you say goodbye? Ne, what about your promise? Why did you...Please, please come back, Sam! I love you, I need you, please don't be gone! Don't leave me! I don't, can't be alone, you--

{She breaks off, starting to sob absolutely miserably}

((ooc: note, Diva is extremely unstable now, and prone to violence if put in the wrong spot. I'll tell you if it's going that way, but just a slight warning~))

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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

My Chevalier, they're born from my blood. When a human drinks my blood, they become like me.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Surely, there are ways other than that to ease the loneliness.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Now that I don't believe is your place to say, Doctor.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Isn't it? I have a duty to your well-being. If I'm presented with three options and none seem to make you happy, I think it's reasonable to ask if there are other ways.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She almost snaps at him, but instead just bows her head slightly}

It doesn't matter. Don't worry yourself over it.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

My apologies, Diva.

[The Scarecrow stands, hands on the table, head slightly bowed]

I'll just leave you alone.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{crane you dick}

{Diva grabs his hand urgently}

No, no, you don't have to leave!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[they don't call him the Master of Fear because he's a nice person]

[(they call him the Master of Fear because he gets cranky and throws books at them if they don't)]

[Crane stops, frowning at her]

Diva? I thought you were upset with me.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

No, of course not. I just...

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[pauses, then smiles at her]

I should put away your blood. It will only be a moment, of course. I have some left over from a sample I took the other week, if you're thirsty and would like me to bring something back for you.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{crane really knows the way to her heart}

Ah...That would be really wonderful, actually.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Then please excuse me. I'll return as quickly as possible.

[Crane walks away with the blood samples and his equipment, and returns with a bottle half-filled with blood]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She just smiles when he returns, holding out her hand to take it}

Thank you.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[he gives it to her, then fetches a wine glass and sets it down before her]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Delicately, she takes the glass and pours it, but the drinking is not quite as ladylike. She drains the cup quickly, and as she looks back to Crane, her eyes are aglow, and she licks her lips to get every drop of blood}

Ne, that's really delicious. And very...Well, it's interesting that you offered me a wine glass. Why is that?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[he sits again]

I didn't think much of it. 'A glass of chianti,' I must assume, or perhaps a cask of Amontillado.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Just the idea of it. That's fine, then.

{She wants to drink more but she would look like a blood-thirsty monster pig, so she abstains}

It's just kind of funny, I guess.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[refilling the glass for her]

How is that?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Hesitates before she takes a sip again, though not draining the glass. But she is still really hungry, so it's tempting to}

It's how it was always served to me. I mean, when I hunted it wasn't that way, but any time it was given to me, it was always in a wine glass, even in the tower. It's a really pretty way to make my food seem nicer, I think it is.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

The other option, I imagine, would be a jar of Kool-Aid.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...A what?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Ahh, it's a flavored drink, a powder mixed with water. Some of the flavors are colored red.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Wine is a better way to put it anyways.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

It has a very different connotation.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I like it more.