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Grace Is Gone

WHO: Nida Nomura, Some Closed Starters, Otherwise OTA
WHAT: Drinking with Wanda, Missing Persons Announcement, Dangerous habits
WHERE: Wanda's Room, Roof of Dorms
WHEN: August 1st - 7th
WARNINGS: Drinking, Grieving, Possible mentions of death and self-harm.

One Drink To Remember - Closed to Wanda

When he wakes up, bed mostly cold, arms empty, no noise from familiar breathing, his heart aches. This hadn't happened yet, not to someone he knew. Not so far as he knew. Because it definitely hadn't been a year. Not even close. Not even...

Within an hour he's gone to the store and come back, and is knocking on another door in the dorm. Pounding really. He's got a nice tall bottle of vodka, grief in his heart, and someone that needs to know before anyone else. Especially since he couldn't find their information on the network anymore.

Then Another To Forget - OTA

This isn't what he's supposed to do. He knows that. It's not healthy, it's not smart, and it's definitely not what he should be doing, but hey, who needs good life choices? In this case the choice manifests in the form of a young man lying on the edge of the building, a bottle of vodka near at hand, claimed every few minutes for a swig as he stares up at the sky above him.

Is this a risky place to be, especially tipsy? Hell yes. Does Nida care? No. But he does flinch when the door to the roof opens? Yes. Is that possibly bad? Yes.

"Close the door," he'll call, his voice a bit uneven. "You're letting the warm out."

Which he thinks is pretty funny, leaving him chuckling.

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[Definitely Nida's voice, but also very clearly slurred just enough to imply someone has been drinking. Probably more than he should. Which is any at all.]

For those who would care? Billy Kaplan and Tommy Shepherd are gone.

Filtered to Seifer

Yes, I know. You're disappointed and I shouldn't be drinking. Whatever. Can I borrow Eos for a few nights?

[OOC: Nida is going to be in a bad emotional state, and mostly walking through life a bit broken. He's cool to have custom starters for anyone, just directly message me, hit me on plurk

churbooseanon or discord (Churby#4290). I can have something ready rather easily.]

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I wont, I am not so cruel but you shouldn't be alone.

[ Jack never would have let Michael be alone like that, nor would Martine's lately cruel self, and neither would he to Nida. ]

I'll be there shortly.

[ True to his word, a few minutes later the dark haired vampire seemed to hover up from the edge of the building and step quietly out of the air, being vampire-ish has travel advantages.]

[Being vampire-ish definitely has it's cheating. But Nida won't hold that against him. Why should he, when he's apparently going to get his drink. He nods when he sees Morbius, and grimaces because yeah, the world is just a little spinny.]

Yo maybe-vamp man.

[ The advantages are sometimes not worth the disadvantages, but it was totally cheating.]

Psuedo-vampire, but, the point remains, have you at least eatten before you started this binge, my friend?

[His expression at first says 'of course I ate'. But then he has to pause and really think about it. At last he offers a very tiny nod.]

Seifer made me. He said I'm not supposed to be drunking. Fuck that.

[ Michael didn't give a judging look he merely moved over to find a place near Nida to stand for now, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

Well, I am the last person to judge any choices like that, so long as you don't endanger yourself or others.

[ He can't even hide that small smile at 'drunking' ]

[Last time he went through this, he did terrible things that went beyond merely endangering himself. The time before, he got distracted and was almost turned to paste by a Wendigo. And the time before that he'd deliberately jumped off a small house badly and sprained his ankle.

So... Morbius's concern has a good basis.]

Not others. Never others.

[ Considering Morbius carries a suicide note in his pocket, and constantly rewrites it, he's not one to judge. He's just a hot mess though, old catholic guilt with new monster life style.

After a second he just sits down next to Nida and nods. ]

That's all I needed to know. As long as our own choices don't hurt others than it is no one's concern, I just refuse to let a man drink his sorrows away alone. So, what are we drinking, Nida?

[Nida holds out the bottle. Cheap as hell bourbon. He's not here to ENJOY the drinking. He's just hear to nurse his sorrows.]

Does hurt others. Emotionally. Emotions suck. Better as a soldier.

[ Michael takes the bottle and looks over it a second, it wont do much for him, he'd have better luck drinking straight from Nida to get drunk, but, still he takes a pull from the bottle not worried about germs and such, and holds it back. ]

I wouldn't know, I'm not a solider and never have been, but I can say, emotions suck indeed, but without pain, pleasure wouldn't feel nearly as good.

[Well, in this situation, Nida would probably let him. Because it would definitely help the light-headed and forgetting about the world state he's going for.]

Pain is always worse. Deeper. Complete. Because in the end, you're always alone.

[ Michael probably wouldn't ask, at least not for awhile. ]

Jeeze, Nida, you sound like me. You need to have hope, things may get better, your friends may return.

People don't come back.

[You know, except for him returning to the village. And Jason from the dead. That one was still confusing.]

See, the problem? The problem is I'm cursed. Those are real, back home. I'm cursed and I brought it here.

I die all the time, and I always come back. Like Dracula.

[ He states quiet plainly before remembering. ]

Wait, you don't know what Dracula is do you? As for your curse, tell me about it. I have nothing but time, what does it intel?

Don't know any Draculas.

[Yeah, confirmation is a good thing to have. But he sighs and leans back against the brick of a structure there on the roof with them and closes his eyes.]

If I love someone, they go away. Die or get killed or abandon me or disappear. If I love it, it's gone.

[ Cue the internal screaming every vampire in his universe seems to get everytime someone says 'Draculas.' He can't get mad, nope this mans not from earth.]

Not plural, Dracula. It's a name not a race. The first known and most recognized vampire, they made many movies about him. He's a real bastard though, I've met the real name a few times.

[ He looked to Nida after a long second and nodded. ]

I was engaged to be married to a woman far to good for me. I never told her I was sick, I feared she'd leave me if she knew and I loved her more than life itself. I became what I am in desperate hope to have a future with her... and a desperate sad will to live. But, I digress, my Martine was murdered because of me. So believe me when I say, I know what your feeling. Everyone I love dies, and usually because of me or by my hand due to the hunger.

[It's not his fault Michael! He doesn't know any better. But he seems a bit frustrated that he didn't know it anyway.]

Huh. Dracula is a weird sounding name. Why make movies about a bastard? Seems weird.

[He does take his bottle back and drinks a bit as he listens. In the end, he chuckles and shakes his head.]

I ran the spear-tip of my halberd through my last lover's heart.

[At least Morbius had an excuse. Granted, so did Nida, but he's avoiding a TON of it.]

It means Dragon in Romanian, the man was Romanian. And becuase even if he's a bastard he's still the most powerful vampire ever... that bastard can turn into mist and bats, I can't turn into anything, but even back into a real human. So, he's a bastard.

[ Is he right? maybe not 100% but, hey he could probably find the book for him. ]

Oh, yeah that's tough. I also ate my best friend, he was my first victim. All Emil ever wanted was to help me. My point is, we can spend our lives being terribly sad, or, we can try to not make the same mistakes again.... Also, word of advice from an old man, if a magical being offers you a wish, never use it to revive the dead. It never works out.

[Of course it meant 'dragon'. Now Nida's scowling. His history with dragons is just bad, period. In fact, his next statement is mumbled and petulant.]

Dragons are the worst thing ever.

[Then he turns his attention Michael, and sighs. Nods even.]

I saw you eat him. Wasn't fully you. I made the choice. Besides, this place already brought back one of my dead. Pretty sure I don't get another.

I've never encountered a real one, but I am sure they are. I'm guessing you have?

[ He nodded. ]

I remember, and yeah, unfortunetely, my friend. It was. The hunger may take over, but I am still making the choices. Who did you get back?

[Has he? Nida chuckles, grabs the bottom edge of his shirt, and hauls it up, displaying an impressive and large series of scars. His body is about littered with them. But for now he puts aside his bottle and the fingers of the hand not holding his shirt up trace the path of a curved line of scars, a lot like the shape of a Tyrannosaurus Rex's jaw. Because, well, back home, it IS that. Just smaller.]

A pseudo-dragon. I was thirteen. Almost ate me. Hate dragons.

[Then he lets the shirt fall, not explaining a single other of the mess of scars that is the map of his body.]

Jason. Died in the last place. Alive here. He remembers dying. I was stupid.

[ Michael's red glowy eyes widen just a bit. Well, That is certainly impressive. His mind already running the damage that must have been done for that level of scarring. It was hard to shut his professional side off at times. it was why if people noticed he sometimes called himself different things, he's Michael when he's working, he's Morbius when he's feeding. Monsters know a monsters work. ]

I... could understand that than.

[ Michael had fought a basilisk once but he didn't even think that counted. ]

Odd, Jason hadn't told me that, but I am not truly surprised. Jason is strong and pig headed, do not worry for him, I'm sure he would say the same if he were here.

[Jason wasn't here, but Nida understood it. Jason probably couldn't handle this. Frankly, Nida doesn't hold this against him.]

People don't like to talk about the bad in their lives. Until this last month, three people outside of my world and time knew what I'd done to my former lover.

[Michael is an addition to that number.]

[ Michael would argue that Jason could handle a lot, but Jason shares a room with a vampire with multiple counts of involuntary manslaughter on his record, Jason was fine. ]

That just means you haven't found the right deep connection, Nida. A true friend will help share the pain. I used to think otherwise, but the two men I would call my best friends both always helped shoulder the burdens of my constant suffering, and I theirs. Friendship is a not always what it appears, some people just want to be entertained, other's truly care how you feel. Maybe, you should talk more with your friends?

[Good thing Nida doesn't know about the whole room sharing thing, or he might be more self-conscious of speaking, even drunk as he is. As for the 'right deep connection'... well, that had just been ripped from him.]

Seifer's doing his best, but he's doing it alone. That's... it's hard on him. He's been through real bad things.

[Which of course is Nida implying that he hasn't, which is wrong in some ways.]

Billy was that. True friend. And he's gone. Like everyone.

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drunking started as a typo but i'm keeping it.

lol best typo!

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cw; mentions of suicidal behavior

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CW: Murder

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