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Date & Time: Backdated to May 7th, after renovations.
Location: Apartment 810
Characters: Flora (

showmeyourwreath), Lestat De Lioncourt (

agodintheopen), Rei Ayanami (

nothing)
Summary: Fiiinally getting this roomie thing off the ground.
Warnings: Idk, Lestat's here. I'm sure that counts for something.

_{[ooc: I really don't care about posting style, so feel free to respond however you choose to! I might just switch, myself. Idek. order determined in order of appearance? y/n?]}

The door to a new apartment opened, and Flora stepped inside, bags, flower pots, and a guitar case floating along in tow, before moving past her to settle in places that were meant for them, or in an unclaimed room. Either way, they were very much out of it.

It was a very impressive and lucky thing that the Initiative managed to get them shuffled about and reassigned new living spaces so quickly. It really could have been a bigger disaster than it was, but fortunately, the situation hadn't come to that. Bad enough that the explosion happened at all. Flora was just beyond relieved that everyone managed to come away relatively unscathed from the whole ordeal.

As for the apartment itself? It was a mirror image of what she'd been in before, but it didn't feel the same. There was no familiar, comfortable smell of flowers (yet), or the magic left behind by her past dragon room mates simply from existing. No, this place was...

Empty.

She'd try to think of it instead as a blank slate or block of clay, something to chip or mold into something different and new as experiences happened, but at the same time, she'd gotten comfortable, where she'd been before. Settled. It was a strange thing to think about, actually, and in some respects, she didn't know how to feel. Had it already been three months? Time flew in this...well, she wasn't sure what to call this entire place. Not home, not quite, but it was some place she knew she could go to. A place that, before this happened, she'd come to expect to be there.

Flora glanced down at the vase still in her hands, as if the flowers there held the answers. None were forthcoming, but the comfort was appreciated.

"Is anyone in, yet?" No? Only one thing for it, then. Flora surreptitiously placed the vase on the dinner table, and, on second thought, made the arrangement just a bit more grand with a snap of her fingers before heading off to get started on making some tea.

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And if we are?

[ The door at the far end of the room slowly opened. Standing in the door way was a very, very well-dressed man with pale, snow-white skin with the consistency of polished marble. His hair was immaculately groomed. Obviously, this guy spends a LOT of time on his own personal appearance.

... but then he smiled. And there were the fangs, along with his almost bio-luminescent eyes. ]

It was quiet a few moments ago. Why all the noise? I was trying to write.

_{[Flora turned around, startled.

Fangs did not a monster make. She knew of enough creatures with them that were more or less fine, and those without that were truly terrible.

Still, she can't help but feel on edge, but she'll try for polite, even as she wondered if she'd just started rooming with...was he a vampire? He could be many other things, but it was among the first to come to mind. He was so pale....

Oh, but what if it's him. How many vampires can there be here, really?]}

I'd say "hello", then. And apologize, as well. I didn't think I was being very loud. I'm sorry.

[ And so Rei located Apartment 810, which she quietly let herself into with a bag only large enough for basic clothing and essentials in hand. The change in numbers held no particular meaning to her, nor did the space beyond the door. They simply were.

It was the man and young woman who happened to catch any attention at all. Roommates. Still a foreign concept, but not unknown anymore. Perhaps she should announce herself? ]

I am here.

Loud? No... I just need my concentra-

[ Just as Lestat was about to complain even more, the door opened yet again. Lestat turned his attention to Rei, noting... she was an albino? No, something about her said it was even more than that. Nor did Flora even seem entirely human, for that matter. Well. This just got a lot more interesting. ]

And who might you be? [ Lestat asked, finally leaving his doorway. ] My name is Lestat de Lioncourt. [ He looks from one female to the other, and smirks. ]

And don't worry about shopping for food, for me. My diet is a bit more limited than I suspect yours are.

_{[Flora exhaled slowly. It was Lestat. Of course it was. She never planned on encountering him, especially not in such a personal way. Vampires existed where she came from, and even if, like other people, he might have been different in some respects, she still had taken care not to volunteer certain information. Like being anything other than human. Vampires were known to like especially magical blood.

She hadn't assumed the worst of him, but Flora didn't want to risk raising interest, either.

Maybe there'd be nothing to worry about, but either way, she might as well get this out of the way, now. Besides, she refused to let him occupy all of her thoughts. He'd probably get a kick out of that, if he knew.

There was another girl, younger. That she was perhaps an albino didn't register to Flora. Albinism existed, but it was easier to find more in animals than in people. Red eyes and white hair held as much pigment as any other hair or eye colour where she came from.]}

I know that much, at least. I'm Flora. _{[For the girl, she offers an open smile. For Lestat, a knowing one.]}

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[ Their names were registered, as were Flora's smiles. Different types of smiles. Strange. Though she thought there might be some vague tension behind them, Rei could have hardly begun to guess the source. Were they not meant to show happiness? Being no concern of hers, her line of thinking ended there. ]

Rei Ayanami. I will not require shopping, either.

[ It came out blankly, and simply meant there was no issue fulfilling an uncomplicated vegetarian diet by herself.

Not picking up on any subtleties in Lestat's comment, or for that matter, his appearance. Even with vampires strictly existing as myth on her world, she held no knowledge of said legends in the first place. He seemed no more suspicious than herself from this proximity, and while her looks were markedly atypical in Tokyo-3, they had never been questioned. Certain other things were the first priority, such as a constant threat of large-scale destruction. ]

Flora, hm? I was wondering when we'd meet. I didn't think it'd be like this, though.

[ He gives Flora a once-over, and smiles; not necessarily happy, but more satisfied. He then turns to Rei, and nods. ] A pleasure, Mademoiselle Ayanami.

[ Yes. He's French, and his accent does show it, even if he does speak English very fluently. He then takes a seat on a nearby stool in the kitchen, politely folding his hands on the counter. ]

I assure you, I'm not sick with the plague. I doubt I can even become sick with it. We vampires are naturally immune to disease.

Likewise. I can't say that I'm not surprised it's happening like this, myself.

_{[She can only guess as to what he means by that smile, but she doesn't have much time to think on it after Rei's declaration. It prompts a curious look in her direction.]}

It's nice to meet you, Rei. And you won't need anything, either? Why is that?

_{[Goodness, will she the only one that actually needs to eat around here.]}

[ She blinks. Some contact had happened between these two, but those roles are their own to play, as is hers. On that subject: ]

I can provide for myself.

[ It doesn't sound hostile by any means, only direct and a bit indifferent. One thing Lestat says, though, may need clarification. ]

Vampires?

The Initiative does seem to enjoy playing games like this.

[ Honestly, it's more amusing than anything. And somewhat ironic. As for Rei saying she can provide for herself, he doesn't object. That's her prerogative, after all. And, before arriving here, feeding to him was much more predatory in nature. He had to go out and find, and oftentimes kill, someone for their blood. Though, he used his mind-reading abilities to at least attempt to find people who more or less deserve it. ]

Yes. We're immortal creatures that feed on blood.

Something like that, I suppose. [She shrugs a shoulder.] I wonder how assignments are chosen, though, actually....

[Is there any rhyme or reason to them at all? It's something to think about, though she's not sure that she can ever get an answer. Oh, well.

She smiles brightly at Rei.]

That's totally up to you, Rei. If you ever need anything, though, don't hesitate to ask. Since we'll all--[an inclusive glance at Lestat]--be living together, I think it'll great if we make the best of it.

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[ The sort of person who desires peace, then. Rei doesn't find anything Flora says to be disagreeable, but doesn't find it necessary to answer with much else for this very reason. Never mind that her definition of "making the best of it" involves carrying on in neutral solitude as usual. ]

Yes.

[ Lestat is another matter. Her stare then focuses solely on him, as she gets straight to the point. ]

You attack humans?

I'm excited already.

[ He nods at both Rei and Flora. He was excited, in his own little way; not for the prospect of having roommates, but wondering just how well their very different personalities will mesh when forced to live together.

But Rei's rather direct question was surprising. ]

Is that not why we're here? [ He leans back a bit, on his position on the kitchen stool. ] We're fighting a war. I might as well enjoy it.

[She blinks, expression souring hearing that.

Bloodthirsty types. She supposes he'd have the bloodthirst, if anything.

She ponders the wisdom in making her displeasure known through her words, then decides against it. Lestat is old, likely set in his ways, but Rei's question prompts one of her own.]

That's really awful. [Oops, displeasure anyway. Whatever, her question.]

But what about the people here in Exsilium? Other Transports and civilians?

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[ She becomes aware of her muscles tensing faintly, but Rei is unafraid. ]

There is no joy in conflict.

[ She knows too well, from the barest experience with everyone she had met even before this world. Their lives would not matter to him. Ikari would not matter.

Regardless of how he answers Flora, the outcome for Rei may be the same. He's not yet shown any reason for trust. ]

Don't you enjoy eating food that has a pleasant taste? [ Lestat shrugs. ] Though I do hold my nose and drink the synthetic blood, unless I have a willing donor, or someone who deserves such a fate. I'm a vampire, not a monster.

[ Even if many people see vampires as inherently monstrous. Humans tend not to like the idea that they aren't as high on the food chain as they think. ]

That's a dangerous line of thinking, though, isn't it? Who're you to say who deserves it or not?

[ This is where Rei stays silent, waiting, as the same doubt rests in her mind. By what standards does a vampire judge? Why should it determine a thing like fate? ]

The mind of a vampire is far superior to a mortal. I can know how one thinks simply by looking at them, their words being entirely unnecessary. To put it into terms you can understand... I can read minds.

[ Lestat leans forward a bit, his elbow on top of the table, and the palm of his hand cradling his chin. ] Unless you prefer I starve myself. Don't I deserve to eat, like you do?

[When he says that the mind of a vampire is far superior, she wonders wryly and curiously if that's just more of his arrogance that she's finding to be typical for him. Then he continues.

Oh.

Well, that sure is something.

She flinches visibly, hearing that and wonders if he's reading either of their minds right now.] ...That is something you can control, right?

[It's a concern to her. Flora can hear the thoughts of plant life, but she is also empathetic, as well. It's not something she can turn off. She wonders if it's the same for him.

And then she wonders if he can hear her wondering about that.

Right, anyway.]

I'm not saying you should starve. If people are willing to give you their blood--[She's not sure if that's not a pretty big "if" there, in and of itself; can't vampires hold people in thrall?]--then that is their business. Fine. I'm saying that, outside of that, who you think deserves to be fed on is the problem. Based on what?

[ Reading minds. An invasion of the thoughts and soul. This is too reminiscent of the Sixteenth Angel, and on the most visceral level, one thing she can identify as unwanted. What she doesn't identify is an intangible barrier in her mind, responding without any direction of her own. ]

You need them. Why are they inferior?

In the sense that I can tune it out, sure. Mortals tune out background noise all of the time.

[ Lestat leans back in his seat, shifting. This conversation was getting tiresome. Mortals always loved the concept of vampires, until they meet one face to face. After that, it's all sanctimony. Humans always did hate the idea that they weren't as high on the food chain as they liked to believe. Slaughters cow, chickens, and pigs in meat factories, but heaven forbid a vampire bites them on the neck. At vampires are courteous enough to hunt like a proper predator, instead of making it more systematic. ]

Their minds, my dear. Their minds. I can hear a surface thought as clear as you hear the words I speak. Don't get me wrong; I love mortals. Were it not for them, I'd be out of a job.

[Tune out, but not turn off. She's not surprised, but it still is a concern. Time for a new project, maybe, but that's a tricky business. Augh.]

Well, thanks for being forthright about it, at least. [She's actually honest about that, even if she's still not exactly pleased, but that's not so much to do with his ability in and of itself, as the earlier line of conversation.]

It still doesn't answer my earlier question, though.

You are evasive.

[ The question of who was deserving had been avoided, after all. Minds could hold vast amounts of information about others, but to what conclusions would they come? It's unsatisfactory.

While the bag she holds has since dug its handles slightly deeper into her fingers and reddened them at the edges, she fails to notice or care. ]

I won't allow Ikari-kun to be hurt.

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