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|Date of Scene=2016/11/06
|Location=Plot Room #1
|Synopsis=Lacrima invites Eilam over to her manor for a talk!
|Cast of Characters=160,174
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima has not seem Eilam in a while. There's reasons for this. That have to do with a big black dog he summoned eating him and stuff. She's a little ashamed that got so out of hand!<br /><br />There's also the 'turn other people into vampires'(?) dream she had and that's been disturbing her.<br /><br />Regardless. Eilam gets a polite text inviting him to her manor.<br /><br />'Manor de 'Crima' as Lacrima has been light-heartedly calling it is a formerly abandoned manor that many people-- mostly school kids- claimed to be haunted. It was not actually haunted.<br /><br />The manor has a more Eastern flair to it. It is not a /mansion/- and has the look more of a summer home of someone who does own a mansion.<br /><br />It's exterior is rundown. Windows are replaced- it looks like however. There's suggestion that yard work was done fairly recently--- it was mostly overgrown a week ago.<br /><br />Lacrima, in a fancy dress, is standing at the top of some stairs, past an old iron gate that is rusted open- down a footpath to the front door.<br /><br />She is patiently waiting, staring toward's the road.<br /><br />There's some kids peeking from the far side of the sidewalk. They're probably rumoring about the pale ghost girl that haunts this place- and also- /that's totally her look!/.

:'''{{#var:174|Eilam Hisakawa| (174)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Getting an invite from Lacrima did, in fact, remind Eilam of the eating incident. Not to say he wasn't easily scared, he was. For someone who was immortal, in the physical sense, he was very easily scared. Of pain, of others being in pain, of losing things, magic was kind of scary. Lacrima was scary. Her dog was scary. Everything is scary. Except this place. He wasn't much bothered by old and decrepit, if only because that'd be a bit... ironic? It just made him sad to see things dying around him. Seeing other things aging either had him jealous, or sad.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This mansion? Did leave him feeling a bit... sad. It was likely built sometime after the war, possibly during Occupied Japan, and left to rot perhaps as the owners passed away or something else untowards happened that left it in limbo. Why was Lacrima here? This is a stereotype at best. Did she not like his place? His offer? He'd offered to help her out, let her feed... or at least try, if it was bearable. But she'd went and got her own place. And was apparently doing things with Amu instead? Normally Eilam wasn't one to feel rejected, especially by someone he had no feelings towards other than 'Please don't leave possibly immortal friendu' but yeah.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He wandered up towards the doorway, his attire fairly... well, Eilam. Nice suit, tie, shirt and pants and shoes. Generally looking rather fancy. Because why look like crap if you feel like it too? "Everything okay?" he asked when he realized she was standing there.

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima seems to be staring out into space. The kids finally get creeped out enough to continue on their way. Lacrima's eyes don't follow them. She wasn't looking at them anyways.<br /><br />Eilam. Her eyes register this movement however, and she looks down and seems to wait for him to come to the door. "Hello." she says quietly.<br /><br />"Let's go inside." she says as she opens the door, and ushers him in.<br /><br />Then the answer. "No. Nothing is okay. Everything is wrong." she says as she walks down a small, front corridor. There's two rooms, off to the side. One appears to be a study, another a sitting room that looks like it has a green-house roof, down to the halfwall on the otherside.<br /><br />There's a big living room however. She has a seat on the couch.<br /><br />"Rules..." she says quietly. "The basement is off limits because I haven't cleaned it yet. It reeks of contamination and bad wine." she says. "The bedroom, at the far end, right side upstairs is Jiaying's sideroom." she says. "I respect her privacy." she says. "The room next to it is the ritual room. You are not to enter for safety reasons." she says.<br /><br />"That's all." she says.<br /><br />She offers the seat next to her.<br /><br />"I'm sorry... about. The .. dog. Thing." she says. "I thought I'd learned to control it. I got...excited. About that. And I lost control." she says quietly. "The room's been 'warded' to prevent things from escaping so easily next time." next time.<br /><br />She wraps her arms around herself a little protectively. "Are you okay?" she asks.

:'''{{#var:174|Eilam Hisakawa| (174)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Everything was wrong. How very... matter of fact. Following along, though, he said nothing, just... looking, and listening, to anything she had to say. But when it came to be rules, he felt a bit amused by that. Rules... she'd taken the time to plan out exactly what he could and couldn't do while he was here. Which could either be a good thing in that she was thinking ahead, or a bad thing in that she might be trying to hide things? Which was her choice in the end.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Okay. Though to be fair, I can let you know that coffee grinds do a decent job at getting the wine smell out of things, with a bit of effort. ...or simply replacing the entirety of the room if it's that bad."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How was he supposed to respond about the dog? "There is likely nothing that can ever make me better, or worse, for any period of time. So as to being okay, same as I ever was? Though I won't pretend that was an enjoyable experience, I'm not upset at you? I... honestly didn't even have the chance to process it... /was/ you before it happened. And you were gone after so quickly. ...are you avoiding me on purpose? If so, I will try and give you space. I know I have been a bit... preachy at times without meaning to be."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a soft fidget, Eilam moves to sit on the couch as well, "I get worried easily. Probably sounds rather weird, but I'm trying rather hard to accept I can't just... I am being rather selfish when it comes to you, I know. I could just let you sort out your own problems as I did mine over time, but I'm still scared of you getting hurt or... light magiced away or something and I'll lose the only other immortal person I've ever met."

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima head tilts. "Oh? No I was... confused...."<br /><br />"Jiaying says... I was...split? Down the middle. Like. I was someone else. For a moment- and when I came back to--I remember... being in two different places at the same time. And it's all a mess." she says. "I had to go because it was hurting for me to try to figure out these two different sets of memories." she says.<br /><br />She head tilts. "People have been trying to help me, but all they're doing is hurting themselves. Amu-....chan..." that still sounds wrong. "Has been... letting me feed from her. I admit. It is nice to. Not have to... 'attack' people. To keep myself 'me'." she says. "But she's becoming tired and lethargic and one of her friends has already asked me nicely to stop." she says with a sigh. "But she is still insistent. She is practically force feeding me at this point." she mutters.<br /><br />"I had a dream, too." she says quietly. "Somehow..."<br /><br />"Ariel.. this.. unicorn girl I know... ended up in there. Because she dream walks. And. Jiaying. Ended up in the dream too. And it was. One of the ones where I learn to do something new. Like. Watching a movie." she says.<br /><br />"...and I learned. I can... make.. others. Like me. Like. You know. 'Movie Vampires'." she says. "Or. At least. That was what it appeared like." she says.<br /><br />"It is. Tempting. and scary. I've been staying inside mostly. Now." she says. "I've spent so long... trying to... explain. How this feels. When I could just.... let them feel it too. Let them be like me and see how easy it is to stick to feeding from... 'thugs' and keep 'full." she mutters.<br /><br />"But I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. It's awful. That's awful." she says quietly, deadpan.<br /><br />"I hate this..." she says quietly. "Everytime I... find a new baseline. For normal. and I become... comfortale, like I can go back home. I learn something new and horrible. And I'm back to being messed up." she says.

:'''{{#var:174|Eilam Hisakawa| (174)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"And what makes you so sure this dream... was actually showing you that can happen, and not just... another manifestation of your worries? I mean, we all know you already fret constantly about everything, which I can appreciate as meaning you do care, but still... how are you so sure?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eilam takes the moment to stretch and pop his neck lightly only to add, "And I also have to ask... because I have been curious a while. Is there a reason you seem to have no desire to feed off me? The one person in this world who could probably feed you forever with no harm to them given their own condition? Like, do I smell bad to you, or are you only interested in girls, or... what?" He was legitimately curious about that. Then again... some things just didn't work well with his curse. Not that he knew exactly how /her/ feeding/curse worked for that matter, beyond the basics.

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima head tilts. "Because the dreams are empathic impressions from the last 'owner' of this power. Like movies. Accurate. It's how I learned I can feed... can travel through the dusk zone... how to hypnotize people. These. Skills. Did not. Come instinctually. I didn't know I could do it- until the dream." she says.<br /><br />She head tilts. "You're not energy rich." she says flatly. "I could drain you. I'd probably get about 'an hours' worth of energy from you-- and you pass out and/or 'die' for that day." she says grumpily. "While people like Amu, and most other normal people, can keep me going for a few days if I'm not fighting or expending much." she says. "It seems silly to hurt you when I won't get much out of it." she admits. "I know what it's like to die. It isn't very fun." she says flatly.<br /><br />"I just want things to stop getting worse. Things don't.. even need to get better. I just want them to stop getting /worse/." she says frustratingly.

:'''{{#var:174|Eilam Hisakawa| (174)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eilam smiles a little at that only to lean back on the couch and stare at the ceiling. "Makes sense. Also a bit of irony there. And no, death is... well, for me, I imagine it is different than for others. But I will not bother you about it further. I just hope the best for you, I really do. I know it is me projecting a fair bit, but I don't want your path to immortality to have the same problems mine did if I can help it. But I also recognize it was... growing up, in a sense, for me."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He had no idea how to suggest anything about making it not get worse. He barely understood her condition as it was. Straight up given to her by the necklace. But she was split in two? With memories. So did it just... give her magic and fragment her mind into two personalities? But they're joined now. "You can... ingest food, right? But you don't have to eat? I wonder... what makes you crave energy. Silly as it sounds, they have these new weightloss drugs that are supposed to make you less hungry. I don't know exactly how your body controls hunger, but in normal people I hear it is chemicals in the brain. Maybe trick your body into thinking it is full somehow?"<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He had the feeling hornswaggling magic didn't work.

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima head tilts. "'The Hunger' isn't... like. How I remember. 'Feeling Hungry' used to feel." she says. "It's.. a different kind of need. Like. If I was really hungry, when I was human..." she says. "My stomach growled and I was unhappy, but I wasn't going to... black out and forcefeed myself until I come back to lucid. I act. irrational. Full of anxiety, when I starve myself of energy." she says.<br /><br />"Besides." she says. "I don't have 'brain chemicals'." she says. "I'm not sure I have a 'brain'." she says. "In the normal sense that one has an 'organ' called a 'brain'." she says. "When me and Jiaying, were exploring this manor, in it's dilapidated state, a laptop blew up in my face, and I had shards of it's monitor stuck in my face and head pretty deep." she says. "I just. Pulled out the big pieces. Then just. Turned into a bat--- to sort of shift the rest out." she says.<br /><br />"...oh right." she says. "I learned that fairly recently too. That I can turn into a bat." she says matter of factly.

:'''{{#var:174|Eilam Hisakawa| (174)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now it was his turn to just... go quiet for a bit. Lost in thought perhaps. Really, he had no idea what to say, or do. Because he wanted to help her, but had no idea. It was one of those things he'd tried to keep himself from feeling for the longest time. Powerless to actually make what he wants to happen happen. Yet, with magic, he was back to the beginning.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"A bat? That's... very stereotypical. I like what you've tried to do with the manor, though. It looks like you really are working on trying to clean it up. Maybe that will help you out a little... give you something to call your own that no one else can tell you what to do with. Though I will admit I'm not... fond of you getting into dark magics. ...more than you are already. I don't want to see you at opposition to others. ...more than you already are."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He snorts a bit at that, realizing he was going on again about what he wanted. "I apologize. It's so hard just... stepping back and trying to consider what someone else in my position might want, instead of what I want. Why are you interested in pursuing it?"

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima frowns. "It's comfortable." she says. "But it's only comfortable to me because it's familiar to me. But it isn't." she says. "The manor in my dreams is comfortable too." she says. "It reminds me of that place." she says.<br /><br />"The church. Is like that too." she says.<br /><br />She frowns. "At least stakes through the heart, crucifixes and garlic and holy water do nothing. I can cross running water. I don't need to be invited into a place to enter it." she says. "And while I feel uncomfortable in the daylight it doesn't hinder or hurt me-- I do however. Feel comfortable in cramped spaces. Which makes me wonder- if I should be resting in a casket or a coffin. I don't feel I need to." she says. "But it makes me wonder if that might be better for me sometimes."<br /><br />She head tilts. "Humans are selfish. I find a good number who want to help me only do so because it makes them feel like they're doing the right thing." she says.<br /><br />"But." she says quietly.<br /><br />"I want to control. What I am. If I can master this dark magic, this dark energy. I feel like. I should be able to. Control these things. Like. That dog. It should had been completely under my control... but it was not." she says.<br /><br />"Nrg. Sometimes I feel like I should be able to do something. But. I can't quite grasp it. Usually--- it's the dreams. The dreams are like a key to that power." she says.<br /><br />"So I guess I'm waiting. Until I have that one." she says. "To be able to actually do it to it's full potential." she says.<br /><br />"But. I am this energy. I want to, and need to, know more about it." she says. "I know it feeds off my... sadness. and despair." she says. "Which I'm told by Riventon, is a good indicator of 'how deep I am'- in so far that 'this can't get any worse'." she says. "But he doesn't sugarcoat things for me. Riventon-san is honest with me. He says I have more in common with things like the dog that I let loose. Just. Masses of dark, bad emotional energy." she says.<br /><br />"What makes me different is that I have intelligence. That alone puts me in a slightly different class than them." she says.

:'''{{#var:174|Eilam Hisakawa| (174)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Honestly, he couldn't deny her reasons. It wasn't like she was a child just doing something to feel pretty, or to get a treat. She was going through something no one else could really fathom except her and... he seemingly accepted that wasn't changing. So much that he nodded a little and said finally, "I really hope it all goes well for you. And as for why i am trying to help? I suppose I am being selfish too. But not because I feel good helping others. I just don't want to be alone again. I mean, sure, others are... around me, but knowing I'll be here forever and everyone I care about will just be gone one day, it's kind of a nice thought to think there's someone else I can at least have memories with that won't up and vanish one day. Unless someone tries to attack you."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A soft grumble comes from Eilam at that, turning his stave a bit to poke at Lacrima's knee lightly with the tip of it. "I know I'm not good for much, but if you ever need someplace to hide... I have a closet that is probably perfect for a bat. Or if you want someone to try and keep you safe. I know I probably can't do too much, but the offer is there. Because in the end, I'll always be around. That's... never going to change. Even if I'm not useful for much of your needs at all, to my knowledge."

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima head tilts. "At least you admit you're selfish, which is better than a lot of others can attest to." she says deadpan. "I like it when people are honest with me." she says. She head tilts. "I only need to worry about positive energy. Nothing else can truly kill me--- just make me retreat and 'rebuild' myself." she says. "It hurts. But I don't die."<br /><br />She does head tilt. "Eilam." she says flatly. "You are... significant. To me." she says. "I wish there was a better way to say that." she says.<br /><br />"You don't. Judge me. Like the others. and. I don't worry at all, about hurting you- then I do 'normal' humans. Because even if I do-- you just. Go back to like you were, eventually." she says.<br /><br />A pause. "I feel like I want something to eat. Would you like something?" she asks. "I've stocked the kitchen here fairly well." she says.<br /><br />"There's also a chaise, in the sitting room, if you feel you need to laydown." she says. "I'd offer one of the bedrooms. But I don't know how you are with stairs." she says.

:'''{{#var:174|Eilam Hisakawa| (174)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eilam laughs softly at that, "Yes, well... I am. I always have been, there's no lying to myself about that. It is why I live how I do, going from life to life... place to place. I am not really... spreading wealth or helping others, I am helping myself. And sure, as long as it is not blood pudding or something. I have always disliked those kinds of foods. Raw foods. I have... gotten past that point in my life. And even if I am in Japan, where eating raw is popular, I still prefer my meals quite cooked. A small luxury."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slowly he pushes himself to a stand to step away a bit and look at said sitting room that he'd passed earlier. "As for stairs." comes his response a bit louder, "Depends if I am terribly tired, or not. I reserve the right to be lazy."

:'''{{#var:160|Lacrima| (160)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>Lacrima head tilts. "I do not drink or eat blood." she says. "Energy." a pause. She seems to search her thoughts eyes scanning the room, in an absent manner. She looks back to Eilam. "I don't feel as I /should/ be drinking blood, at least." she says. "I'm sure it does nothing but make my mouth taste like copper."<br /><br />She head tilts. "I can cook, something. Or... well pre-prepared." she says. "But not raw." she says as she politely excuses herself. Off to the kitchen to perhaps, make sandwiches!
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