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she's a vamp, but she still kills the dance

Dance In The Dark
(February 13th)
Tonight's party is held in an abandoned tube station. Climbing down what feel like thousands of steps you step off through a dark tunnel, the old stone walls slick with condensation. After following the winding walkway, you emerge in a cavernous room, with alcoves filled with pillows, the entire place is lit by candle light. Music blares through speakers as a DJ plays all sorts of dance and techno rave music. Alcohol is plentiful, in multi-color cocktails, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and magic.
But behind all of that is a new nest of five vampires, watching, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. At the signal, the lights will be doused, the doors shut, and what will later be called the Valentine's Eve Massacre will begin.
If you're lucky, there are some ways out. Back tunnels, sewers, ways to escape. You could always fight, too- the vampires are young and inexperienced. Either way, it's up to you to save yourself: there's no mobile phone reception down here.
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Uh, milk and sugar. Thanks. [He listens and watches, not missing the nuance of her words, and frowning as he catching the salve.] 'They?'
[Kyle opens the jar, sniffing at the strange substance and then pulling it back to his lap. He sets the lid on the table, looking up as she approaches and giving her a light smile for her effort.] Thanks. So I just smear it on?
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It's no worry, [she says, because honestly, Americans are adorable. The way they pronounced aluminum? Come on!] So milk and sugar it is. Just the way I take it.
[Both cups are ready, and she arrives at the couch in time to witness him looking at the open jar.]
Here we are- yeah. The properties in and of itself are magic. So I don't have to do anything I haven't done, already. Real helpful for those light surface wounds. [The tea nearly spills over her mug, but she takes a drink to lower the volume of tea.]
They. Guardians- Night Council. It was part of Norrell's anti-dark magic crusade. They broke in here, ransacked my things. [She shook her head.] And fined me for having items that had only just been made illegal.
Norrell's a bastard, don't let anyone tell you different.
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Thanks for this. And the tea. [Not that he's going to be jumping out of his seat to drink it or anything. Kyle continues applying as he listens, shaking his head.]
That's bullshit. Have you talked to a lawyer? Are there even lawyers that handle that kind of thing? There have to be. [He glances over to Nancy before continuing to apply the magical medicine.] Norrell's.. part of the NC? And the Guardians are the enforcers?
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[Nancy held her hand out for the jar. She was planning on doing it, just tossing him the jar to get it over there.] Let me do that for you.
[She dips her fingers into the salve and starts to carefully apply it to his back.] Can't afford one. And it's all perfectly legal anyway. He's Head Priest of Daybreak and that makes him powerful. Powerful and nasty. [She won't tell him just how awful he was, having his manservant bring her to him under false pretenses, only to interrogate her. She considered it a kidnapping. But that's not exactly first weird not-date material.]
Yeah, that's exactly how it is. Individually, well, I know one of them. But... He's alright. [she shrugs] The Guardians also try to keep our world from yours. No doubt they'll be talking to me about tonight. [Coward would also be talking to her]
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Norrell sounded like an asshole and a bully, neither of which Kyle was keen on, and he made a mental note to find and talk to the guy later, sometime after he finally spoke with Redbright at the Institute. The more he heard about Daybreak, the worse they sounded. Although he had yet to speak with anyone actually a part of the overpowered regime.]
About me or the vampires? I already know about the vampires. And Midnight. You shouldn't get in trouble for helping me. [He flinched slightly at a particularly sensitive slash, though he immediately steadied after the fact.] Do you know Lancelot or another one? How many are there anyway?
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Yeah, I know Lance. How d'you know him? [It made sense that she'd have run into him. But Kyle?]
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I don't know him, but someone else mentioned he was a Guardian. And a cop. I thought that was a little obvious, so it stuck with me.
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It is, a little, yeah. He's good, though.
[she traces over his scrapes with salved fingers. The salve gives off a warming sensation, as the first few layers of skin begin to knit themselves back together.]
Your tattoos are brilliant.
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He sits still as she works on his cuts and scrapes from his fight with the asshole vampire from a few nights prior, grateful to have a quick fix for the unwelcome scuffle. It's not something he plans to rely on, but a good resource for emergencies maybe.
At the latter, he chuckles, trying to downplay the tattoos.] Yeah, thanks. Military shit, you know? It's what you do.
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You were in the military? [She pauses for a moment, simply curious. She had no feelings towards it one way or another. Both their professions had a long history together, in that case.]
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Yeah, United States Army. Did a couple tours. I wasn't in a war zone or anything. [He shrugs, as if wasn't years of his life and a complete change in his attitudes, behavior, and perceptions of the world. It's also where he learned how to kill vampires, though he tries not to come right out with that in general.]
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[A joke, mostly.] That's- wow. I'm real glad you weren't in a war zone. [Though hey, welcome to the supernatural war zones.] But the work on these- they're stunning. [She doesn't have any tattoos, unsure what she'd get, if anything. She had enough scars that she didn't need to mark her body anymore.]
Do you want me to get the ones on your chest? Or?
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He did these in one sitting, after I made sergeant. [Kyle gestures to the stripes on his shoulder as he shifts to face forward, glancing over to Nancy and assuming she's done with his back.] Uh, if you don't mind? I mean, I can do it, if it's weird.
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No, you made the right decision.
[She is done with his back, or nearly, rubbing the salve in just a little bit more.] No- it's not. I'm perfectly happy to do your chest.
[Seriously, she gestures for him to turn around a bit with an extremely casual air.] Unless you think it's weird.
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I don't think it's weird. It's nice. [Another smile.] What about you? What's your story?
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[No problem, then. She adjusts herself so she can better reach the injuries.] Me? Not much to say. Born and raised in London by a fae. I consider the others he raises my brothers, for the most part. I'm a witch, and I'm a sex worker.
[Because it's not fair to him to not tell him, when he's sitting here in her apartment and she's actively touching his chest and abs. Otherwise, she wasn't sure she would have told him.] I'm not working tonight. So this isn't that. [Which he'd surely assume.]
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You mean you don't rub warming gel on all your patients? Customers. Clients? [He shrugs helplessly, his joke failing in his efforts to find the right word. Being Kyle, he continues in an effort to recover.] What kind of sex work you do? Cam, escort, prostitution?
[He was around it in South Africa. Some of the guys - and one of the girls - occasionally found company for money. It wasn't a common thing, but it happened. He was never the type. There was something insincere about it that turned him off from trying. Right now, he's caught between worrying Nancy's in a desperate situation he needs to help her with and worrying that he's judging a choice she willingly made and he needs to play it cool.]
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Prostitution. [Nancy would say it was her choice, but the only reason she'd continued was because she'd been forced into it in the first place. It wasn't a conversations he was eager to have, either ways. So she appreciates he's playing it cool.]
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He glances down to her hands on his chest, noticing that she's almost done. His mind is both over- and under-sexualizing her actions now, simultaneously, mostly just serving to confuse him.] Do you like it? I could- If you don't, I could help you find something else. If you do, then.. carry on.
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I don't mind it, no. It's a job, like any other. [she shrugs it off.] it's just one that you get paid to have orgasms during, if all goes well. If anything, it's exhausting. But thank you. [Mostly that his offer to help came with the option to ignore it.]
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You almost done? [Not that he minds if she isn't.] I hate to think I'm responsible for you drinking cold tea.
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Listen to you- any tea is decent tea.
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[Kyle glances down, his fingers tracing over where he remembers a scratch to be, feeling no sign of it now. It's amazing and feels like something out of a movie, hard to actually believe.] How much do I owe you for the healing? If not the service, at least the cost of the product.
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Still hot. [She smiles across the top of her mug like it's some great secret.]
Nothing- it's free. I volunteered, I'm not going to charge
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Not bad. [He admits, though he's immediately shaking his head.] Nope. Can't allow it. I have to at least take you out to dinner.
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