hadriel | Mostly for Squad 3

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Mostly for Squad 3

[backdated to the 17th]

Did someone lose this? [Nothing holds up a denim jacket, just his size, and probably a better choice than the dirty coat he has on at the moment.] It's not mine. This thing is awesome though so I bet one of you wants it back.

I'm not too far from the Spires. You can have it if you want. [Although if the way he's holding onto it suggests anything, it's that he doesn't want to give it up.]

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[it was next to impossible to maintain. she prostituted herself, too, both through Jacques' arrangements and at One Eyed Jack's. by day, she was one Laura and by night, she was another, darker version]

No, but she didn't understand why I did it. She couldn't. Donna had this picture perfect life. Not like me. Since the age of twelve, I'd been--had by a demon.

Maybe. The stores cough up all kinds of things. It's only fair to give us something good.

What do you mean? [He assumes she's being poetic. The people he's met who believe in literal demons are largely the Jesus freak types, and she's too cool for that.]

Yeah. Or maybe someone has one and would let us borrow it.

[she wishes she was being poetic]

I mean that a demon possessing my father had been raping me since I was twelve. Then, he wanted to be me next. But I wouldn't let him, so he killed me.

It's worth a shot?

[His face twists into a frown. Nothing doesn't doubt her for a second, even when he shakes his head.] That's weird. Why? What was he trying to do?

[the fun part is, she didn't even realize it was her dad raping her until right before she died] I don't know. Pain? Fear? Cruelty? What do demons want, anyway?

I don't know, I've never met a demon.

Did your dad ever do that on his own?

Lucky you.

I don't know. I don't think so? For years, all I saw was BOB.

His name is BOB?

Your life's even weirder than mine.

For years, I told myself that it meant Beware of BOB.

Oh, really? What's weird about yours?

Makes sense. [He likes that Laura's acronym links back into itself. It makes BOB an ouroboros name instead of a jarring simple handle.]

Everything. I found out I'm a vampire, I live with two other guys in a van, my dad was my lover before he got killed, and my favorite band killed him. And now I'm here, dropping acid with a cool girl who got raped and killed by a demon.

[it was created by a much younger Laura in her earlier days of being terrorized by BOB.

Laura just blinks a few times, not sure she heard right] I'm sorry, it may be the acid talking, but I'm pretty sure that you said you're a vampire, your father was your lover, and your favorite band killed him?

It's not the acid. That's what I said. [And in true Nothing form he asks:] Is it starting to hit you?

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...wow. [she shakes her head] No, I think you win the award for most unusual life.

And, yeah. Everything's all shiny.

You're here, I'm not even in the running. [Everything that happened to him felt so natural, at least. In a very literal way he was discovering his roots. As far as he knew, no one in his life's narrative had ever suffered some sort of supernatural attack.]

Yeah, it stays shiny and you can see everything. I like that part.

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[she laughs a little] Well, if you insist. But hey, if you're a vampire, does that mean you need blood donations?

It stays shiny? Good. [pauses for a long moment] I really like the stars they hung up in here. Makes it seem. . . wider.

Kind of? I mean, we drink blood. [They just usually end up killing people for it. Donations would be welcome in his eyes though.]

I like them too. They're one of the good things here.

So, how have you been getting it? [she wouldn't be open to being killed, but she'd be willing to donate]

The Speakeasy is another.

Back home we killed people for it. Here? [He shrugs.] I don't have to drink it, but I feel a lot better when I do.

We should go.

I guess you could still do that. Hope brings everybody back, after all. How do you feel when you don't have it?

To the Speakeasy? Sure.

Maybe, but I don't like killing people if I don't have to.

Um. Like a human, I guess. That doesn't sound bad, but it's what I thought I was for a long time, and I'm not one. We're a lot like humans but we're stronger and tougher. Knowing what I should feel like makes it suck when I don't.

Maybe the clinic could set you up?

That's too bad. You shouldn't have to feel lesser than you should feel.

[Nothing brightens visibly.] Yeah, maybe they could!

Hey. [For a second he struggles with proper words and settles for the succinct.]

Thanks.

I'm sorry about BOB.

Right? I mean, they're here for our health.

[she stops on her way to the Speakeasy and looks over at him]

You're welcome.

So am I.

But do they count this?

[He looks at her for a long moment before smiling self-consciously and offering her his hand.]

They'd have to. You have needs, too.

[she gives him a genuine smile and takes his hand]

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