[Cass wanders over to the fancy couch and scrambles onto it, beating his tiny paws into a cushion to arrange it comfortably. Hopefully Raina won't mind a few claw marks and fur on her furniture. Eccarius can try explaining that one.]
Hey, no, don't get bitter at me for that. You got the same shite I do, and none of us even had to bite no one to get it. [Pointing an accusatory claw.]
You got a special favour. You got all this damn power and you don't have to do a bloody thing for it.
[Well, not the mass murder of before, anyway. He's not including the occasional top up of blood as a "thing" that needs doing, seeing as it's instinctual as drinking water for vampires of their age.]
You don't have to do what you did. A-and you said yourself that you haven't been. I just figured... maybe that is your special favour?
It's true that he doesn't feel the same compulsion, and his powers don't seem to be fading any without it. Although possibly the dick biting helped there.
His mouth twists a bit wryly.] Lucky me, I suppose.
[Not that it's done him that much good. Relationship-wise, anyway.]
Oh, don't give me that! We didn't earn shite, none of us did!
[Eccarius may be an ambitious and driven fellow compared to Cass' total lack of compulsion or effort, but far as he sees it neither of them got their vampirism or magical port powers for a reason or because they're special. Eccarius might have even died for his sins, but Cassidy is pretty sure he'll probably follow the same path eventually. Eventually someone or something will get him killed and it'll be entirely his own fault.]
Back home, it was more a question of approaching it slowly. I thought it would be better to get you used to the idea in stages.
Has it even occurred to you that the reason I didn't mention all of that here was exactly for the reason you just mentioned? A second chance. Not only at life, but for happiness as well. Happiness for you and me both.
Have you even stopped to consider that I knew you orchestrated my murder, and yet I did nothing. I was willing to leave it in the past, horrible monster that I am.
[Mumbled under his breath with an eyeroll, but he falls silent again to listen and consider, furry face lowered slightly, mostly to sullenly avoid eye contact.
The other point, though... the bit about the murder... well, it's something to think on. It's something he has thought on, and he still can't make sense of what it means.]
[He'll take a step closer and bend down to glare at the furry little shit. Stop being cute, dammit.]
Because as it turns out, I would rather love you than kill you. Oh yes, fine—I was angry at first. I mean really, who wouldn't be? But then I came to believe that 'Love Conquered All.'
[Fleas simply haven't developed a taste for vampire blood, luckily for Cassidy.]
As if you wouldn't be happy with battery acid.
[He pours out small drinks for both the raccoon and himself, not that he's likely to drink much of his, but it's rude to let the varmint drink alone etc. He pauses, drink halfway to his lips, looking a bit askance. Speaking of rude.]
Please tell me we're not going to swap bedroom stories about Raina.
[The moment he sees that drink he's making little grabby hands for it, eager as ever to get some alcohol inside him. Eccarius is right, battery acid probably wouldn't have been turned down either.]
I'm just makin' conversation! Shared interest and that. You got a better thing to be talking about?!
[He's wondering idly if the raccoon will have Cassidy's tolerance for alcohol, or if a couple of sips will do him in, putting him more in Eccarius' league.]
Not really. Still, it seems a bit rude to the lady.
Christ, I don't think she'd mind about that mate. With any luck she'd teach us both a lesson in manners, if y'know what I mean, eh?
[One track mind, this raccoon, snickering into his alcohol as he slurps at it, ends up spilling some down himself, then decides to lap at the drink instead. Existing as an animal is a hassle.]
[Watching Cassidy's awkwardness, Eccarius is beginning to wonder if he's forgotten how to change back. Or perhaps he's just enjoying the novelty too much. In any event, it's a little weird for him being human and hanging around with a talking animal; usually it's the other way around. But there's an easy solution—
...and then suddenly he's gone and there's a small black cat there instead, who jumps up on the sofa and settles down next to other animal. Furry friends ahoy.]
[The novelty is certainly part of it, he wont lie, but also this whole shapeshifting stuff is tough work. He's just had to do several to stalk Eccarius back here and fly, that's a whole bunch of effort for a newbie.]
Ah, y'little furry bastard. Yer gonna get fur all over the couch!
[Because clearly Mr. Scraggly fur over here won't, for he is innocent and has never done anything wrong in his life.]
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Hey, no, don't get bitter at me for that. You got the same shite I do, and none of us even had to bite no one to get it. [Pointing an accusatory claw.]
Maybe... Maybe you got it for a reason.
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I got what I had. The Porter didn't do me any special favors.
[There's a pause while he tilts his head.]
What are you talking about?
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[Well, not the mass murder of before, anyway. He's not including the occasional top up of blood as a "thing" that needs doing, seeing as it's instinctual as drinking water for vampires of their age.]
You don't have to do what you did. A-and you said yourself that you haven't been. I just figured... maybe that is your special favour?
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It's true that he doesn't feel the same compulsion, and his powers don't seem to be fading any without it. Although possibly the dick biting helped there.
His mouth twists a bit wryly.] Lucky me, I suppose.
[Not that it's done him that much good. Relationship-wise, anyway.]
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[Eccarius may be an ambitious and driven fellow compared to Cass' total lack of compulsion or effort, but far as he sees it neither of them got their vampirism or magical port powers for a reason or because they're special. Eccarius might have even died for his sins, but Cassidy is pretty sure he'll probably follow the same path eventually. Eventually someone or something will get him killed and it'll be entirely his own fault.]
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I'm talking about the special powers, not vampirism in general.
[Cassidy of all people should know how Eccarius feels about vampires.]
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Yeah, and y'didn't earn those either.
[A sullen little sniff as curls his scraggly tail around himself, running his fingers through it. Tails are weird...]
My point is, you don't need to do any of that shite here. Maybe you got a second chance at some of this shite.
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[Yes, that... certainly is a tail. His own kitty tail is much less overstated. More refined, as it were.]
You didn't think that a week ago when you attacked me.
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[He's just more willing to sit down and talk than immediately go on the offensive now that he's settled back into this world.]
You lied, back home and here. Don't try and play the bloody victim here.
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Has it even occurred to you that the reason I didn't mention all of that here was exactly for the reason you just mentioned? A second chance. Not only at life, but for happiness as well. Happiness for you and me both.
Have you even stopped to consider that I knew you orchestrated my murder, and yet I did nothing. I was willing to leave it in the past, horrible monster that I am.
[...eventually]
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[Mumbled under his breath with an eyeroll, but he falls silent again to listen and consider, furry face lowered slightly, mostly to sullenly avoid eye contact.
The other point, though... the bit about the murder... well, it's something to think on. It's something he has thought on, and he still can't make sense of what it means.]
But... why?
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Because as it turns out, I would rather love you than kill you. Oh yes, fine—I was angry at first. I mean really, who wouldn't be? But then I came to believe that 'Love Conquered All.'
[He scoffs.] Clearly I live in a fantasy world.
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Christ, you're a sappy shite.
[But it's not a dig, especially when followed up with:]
Terrible taste in fellas too.
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[Not that agreement stops him from looking annoyed by that, for the moment anyway.]
Are we finished, then?
[Whether for tonight or forever hovering ominously in the air.]
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[And he didn't at all stalk Eccarius of his own choice.]
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You probably have fleas.
[That's not a 'no.']
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Nah, not even fleas would find me worth eatin'.
[Self-hate as jokes ahoooooy.]
Go fetch us a fancy bottle from the alcohol cupboard, would yeh, love?
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He lifts an eyebrow.] Rather picky for a furry little scavenger, aren't you?
[But fine, he'll fetch one. Hopefully Raina won't mind.]
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I know what I like, mate, nothin' wrong with that.
[He looks around the familiar apartment like he's half expecting to see something different about it now that he knows Eccarius is staying there.]
She tried the vines on yeh yet, mate? Those things sure bring somethin' extra to the bedroom.
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As if you wouldn't be happy with battery acid.
[He pours out small drinks for both the raccoon and himself, not that he's likely to drink much of his, but it's rude to let the varmint drink alone etc. He pauses, drink halfway to his lips, looking a bit askance. Speaking of rude.]
Please tell me we're not going to swap bedroom stories about Raina.
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I'm just makin' conversation! Shared interest and that. You got a better thing to be talking about?!
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Not really. Still, it seems a bit rude to the lady.
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Christ, I don't think she'd mind about that mate. With any luck she'd teach us both a lesson in manners, if y'know what I mean, eh?
[One track mind, this raccoon, snickering into his alcohol as he slurps at it, ends up spilling some down himself, then decides to lap at the drink instead. Existing as an animal is a hassle.]
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...and then suddenly he's gone and there's a small black cat there instead, who jumps up on the sofa and settles down next to other animal. Furry friends ahoy.]
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Ah, y'little furry bastard. Yer gonna get fur all over the couch!
[Because clearly Mr. Scraggly fur over here won't, for he is innocent and has never done anything wrong in his life.]
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