video; daemon: kyd
[ Rafa is sitting on a countertop bar, his legs dangling. The camera is looking up at him. For now, the rest of the room is obscure. He's smiling. His suit is slightly damp and his hair has been pulled back to keep it out of his face. ]
Hello. My name is Rafa, and I have some news.
First, to those who have just joined us, welcome. Many here will know that I am a vampire. This is not a secret, and the new faces among us should know it too. If the word is unfamiliar to you, what matters is this: vampires drink blood. We need it to live. Many fear us because of this. Some of you spent time with me in the land called Eudio, where synthetic blood was given to my people. That is not an option here.
I come with an answer, I hope. A friend of mine has made a machine.
[ He pats the device sitting beside him. It looks something like a filter coffee machine; slightly bigger, and with more openings. ]
It clones bags of blood to create more. If you are not a vampire, then I ask if you would donate. One pint is all I need, and I can replicate it indefinitely.
For those of you that need this, as I do, I ask you to come to me. I will give you what you need, and none here will have to fear us.
Either way, I would be glad to see you. But even if you do not donate, and do not want my help, I would welcome you to this bar.
[ Rafa slides off the counter and waves his hand. His obedient daemon turns, and the camera now takes in the whole room. The bar area is filled with bottles of alcohol, as many varieties as Rafa had been able to find. There are booths with soft chairs, and dim lighting. Xistentia's foliage has been cleared away, and the whole place has been redecorated in shades of black, dark blue and purple. Rafa's own navy blue suit matches nicely. He comes back into view. ]
I grew rather good at making cocktails in Eudio. I find I miss it, and mean to continue. I am calling it The Coven. Cliched, I know, but it makes me feel at home. Come and shelter from the rain, if you will. I have plenty of space.
Hello. My name is Rafa, and I have some news.
First, to those who have just joined us, welcome. Many here will know that I am a vampire. This is not a secret, and the new faces among us should know it too. If the word is unfamiliar to you, what matters is this: vampires drink blood. We need it to live. Many fear us because of this. Some of you spent time with me in the land called Eudio, where synthetic blood was given to my people. That is not an option here.
I come with an answer, I hope. A friend of mine has made a machine.
[ He pats the device sitting beside him. It looks something like a filter coffee machine; slightly bigger, and with more openings. ]
It clones bags of blood to create more. If you are not a vampire, then I ask if you would donate. One pint is all I need, and I can replicate it indefinitely.
For those of you that need this, as I do, I ask you to come to me. I will give you what you need, and none here will have to fear us.
Either way, I would be glad to see you. But even if you do not donate, and do not want my help, I would welcome you to this bar.
[ Rafa slides off the counter and waves his hand. His obedient daemon turns, and the camera now takes in the whole room. The bar area is filled with bottles of alcohol, as many varieties as Rafa had been able to find. There are booths with soft chairs, and dim lighting. Xistentia's foliage has been cleared away, and the whole place has been redecorated in shades of black, dark blue and purple. Rafa's own navy blue suit matches nicely. He comes back into view. ]
I grew rather good at making cocktails in Eudio. I find I miss it, and mean to continue. I am calling it The Coven. Cliched, I know, but it makes me feel at home. Come and shelter from the rain, if you will. I have plenty of space.

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dont mind if tehyre virgins either if we want 2 go with a classic.
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nikolai
that was one of his favourite sports. chasing virgins, scaring them half to death, and letting his fangs make light work of the rest
he likes it when he frightens them. perhaps you'd like to learn from him.
tw suicidal ideation
[or maybe not, but kavinsky is bad at doing things that don't make him want to kill himself, u no u no]
wheres his kingdoma gain or r u guys halfsies
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he is my husband. our kingdoms were joined with our marriage a very long time ago
but he is russian, originally. his family controlled the vampires across the northern part of europe, as far as england
do you know europe well?
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[heh heh. heh heh heh.]
bet ur boy rules vampire bulgaria
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but secondly no. that is not our territory
there is another coven there, holding land through romania and up to ukraine
the romanian seat is an old one. we would dearly love to take it, but...
well. all in due time, i expect.
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sounds like me
prince of the biggest shitheap in fuckign europe
[not a lot of patriotism in this one.]
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but then you would not be with me, and i would miss you
then what would we do.
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realyl?
kings & princes dont hang out?
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unless you are asking me to skype??
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meet in teh middle
or in tokyo
how many private jets do u own
oyu know skype?
im never gettin over this
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no, you cannot fly one.
of course i know skype! i am very fond of the internet
i also tweet and run a blog, to let the world see what the kingdom is doing
at least, so they can see what i want them to.
is this surprising?
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hte fuck it isnt surprising
u tweet?
what was ur last hashtag that u started
have you ever trended
do people tag you into unfaltterin instagram pix or bad shit abt vampires
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along with a picture of hunter, smiling up at me the way he always does
he has many fans.
sometimes we trend
sometimes for reasons better than others
and they tag me often with anti-vampire things. that is the nature of fame
i save the most offensive ones, in case we need to remove anyone.
[ He's kidding.
Mostly. ]
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it is a compliment, i promise.
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i like it
makes me feel liek a young man
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