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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva hops onto the Astral Plane, or, at least it looks like her. The hair and eyes are the same, but everything else is completely different. With a much more boyish frame, a younger face, and even being smaller in general, it seemed as if she was wearing someone else's skin.}

Ne, that girl, she must have been bad luck. After all, you brought sister with you into New York! How sad~
But it's kind of nice to see Saya again, even if she's here to kill me and my Chevalier. Ah, last time we saw each other was on that boat, after all. She's probably still angry about that.

{Her hands release what she was holding, and she scatters what seems like glittering, blood red rubies on the invisible ground. Diva crouches down to pick one up again, holding it in between her fingers with a decidedly blank expression.}

But she didn't hesitate this time. It makes sense she'd kill my Chevalier first, but...Well, I guess Karl died the way he wanted to. Ne, but it's getting more dangerous to stay at "home". Would anyone care if I just stayed here for a while? It's really getting to be troublesome to stay at home, even with my Chevalier to protect me. If she can't find me, after all, maybe sister will leave.

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That is unfortunate. I suppose you'll have to be very careful when dropping back in to dine, then.

[madamemoiselle]

It'll be fine. New York is a big city, after all. There's plenty of food.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Is there much distinction to be had in blood's taste? I can taste the difference between blood types myself, but blood's not part of my diet and, from that perspective, I don't know a thing.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, you drink blood? Ne, a sadist~

Well, they all taste different. It depends on what the person was eating, how old they are, and lots of other things. I can usually guess how it'll taste based on their heartbeat, though. The best are the ones in between about 17 and 24 that like to eat a lot of red meat. It's like a delicacy~

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, no - well, yes, but when I do it has to be Artron-rich blood, so you could say it's more a desire for Artron than for blood - rather, Time Lords have a powerful sense of taste. So we can make the distinction between blood types and what have you by sampling it that way.

I don't suppose they've gotten worse through the ages? I've always imagined twenty-first century blood must be more polluted than in previous centuries.

[madamemoiselle]

Artron? Hm, what's that?

It really has. Humans have gotten so unhealthy...
But that's why I'm picky. I won't eat a person that looks over 25 or is even the least bit overweight. Fat in the blood, it's an awful taste. So drinking from the younger ones, well, there's less a chance that they're unhealthy. Like this person's blood, it's my sister's adoptive brother! He was really cute, but he couldn't have been older than...oh 14 or so.

Of course, I drank his blood before he became Saya's Chevalier...Ah, I guess it's because of me that he became one at all. Too bad, I guess~ He was...delicious. ♥

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Artron energy is psionic-temporal energy. Its energy turns thoughts and emotions of an event into History itself. All Time Lords have it in our blood, and those who travel through the Vortex are irradiated with it. Because of this, the Doctor has blood rich in Artron.

Can you not drink the blood of her Chevalier?

[madamemoiselle]

Hmm...{Thoughtfully} I wonder what that tastes like...

Ah, no. Saya and I, our blood can't mix. It's the only way for either of us to die. Because when it mixes {Holds out the crystal} it'll turn into this. Our Chevalier have Our blood, so it affects them too.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] You can try mine, if you'd like. Not fatally, of course.

A good meal wasted, then. How tragic.

[madamemoiselle]

The offer is quite nice of you, but I'm full. I ate not too long ago~

Oh, something like that. {Offhandedly} That boy is dead now, so it doesn't matter.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

As you like it.

[raises an eyebrow] Did you kill him?

[madamemoiselle]

Hm, I wonder~ {More than that, actually}

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow in question]

[madamemoiselle]

I killed that boy, but how, well...that's a secret. It'd be a nasty thing for the people here to know, after all.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then I shan't pry any further into the matter.

[madamemoiselle]

Thank you! {She bends down towards the ruby-like crystals again, and in that time, she's completely back to normal. It's not a flashy transformation, just quick and seamless.} After all, most of the people seem to accept that I'm not human and ignore my implications. I wouldn't want to ruin that. It's nice to be able to start over.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[and now he is curious!] Start over, here? Why?

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I'm not what people would call a "good person" by any stretch. But I think that's due to circumstances more than anything.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Do you want to be a 'good person'?

[madamemoiselle]

Hmm, I guess that's what it comes down to. I want everything Saya has. I want to be loved like she has~

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Even though that may mean you can no longer be the person you, at present, are?

[madamemoiselle]

The person I am now, well, it's impossible at home for me to get what I want. Here it's easier since no one knows what I've done, so they can't judge me for it. At home I can't be loved because those people see a monster before a person. Ne, even my Chevalier, who swore their life and loyalty to me, they don't care about me as anything more than a precious object, if even that. I'm not a person to them.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

That would be unfortunate. Thank you for deigning to explain that to me.

[madamemoiselle]

You're welcome? I don't really mind explaining things like that, so it's not a big deal.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[laughs softly] No, of course not. Not to Miss Diva, it seems.