Hemophobia

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[Blood.]

[Dripping down every door in the onsen.]

[Human blood, rich and fresh, slipping to the floors, slowly, then disappearing into nothing. The flow goes on like a wound that will not clot. And of course, there is the smell.]

[It's perfectly real, perfectly nutritious for those with a sanguine diet. Some of it is the night-and-starlight blood of those who have died on the Plane.]

[And it just won't seem to wash off.]

[ooc; What? He was bored, and he figures that the vampires are probably a bit hungry. As Scarecrow isn't going to own up to What He Does When Given Shiny Rings, feel free to use this as an event post. That is, other characters are encouraged to comment to each other, because Dr Crane won't be responding to everyone about it. This effect will last until the end of the plot.]

Comments

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Most consider it somewhat unhealthy.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

You mean Arkham does. I know, he's told me.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Jerry-boy might be a sadist, but he earned his degree fair and square. Any other psychiatrist would agree.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I don't really care what they think, though.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Most of us don't. But most of us don't want to 'get better.'

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Uncertainly} I...don't know if I want to or not.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[in his psychiatrist tell-me-about-your-mother voice]

Why don't you tell me about it?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{And, as usual, she gets more moe shy as she talks about it}

It's just...Well, it's like you said in that last session. Being "Diva" is so much easier, but...it's not happy. But being "Elizabeth" doesn't feel right either, so I just switch between and it still makes people mad. I don't know what better is, but I want to be happy, like...Like I was before.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

With Sam or with Amshel?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

With Sam.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Of course.

He might come back one day.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

If it were my Sam, it wouldn't matter. He wouldn't forgive me for the things I've done since he left, I don't think.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

And if it weren't your Sam?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then he would be a stranger that has his face. Ne, like the Master.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I think it would be a slightly different case.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Only just barely. The Master is cruel, and Sam...Sam could never be, but a Sam that didn't remember...That wouldn't be worth anything. It's my Sam that believed in me, helped me, and...saved me.

{Coldly} Anything else is a cheap copy, and is worthless.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Very well then, Diva.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

You don't believe me?

{She shrugs, and takes another glass of delicious blood}

It's alright. I don't really believe me either. Ne, it certainly sounds nice, doesn't it?

{At least she's not thick enough to know that if another Sam showed up she would rape himtry her best to seduce him}

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

If it ever happens, we will see.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I hope it never does.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[letting some of the blood from the doors fall through his fingers, he makes a soft noise that neither agrees nor disagrees, his mind clearly elsewhere]