The Queenslayer arrives in a New York filled with night creatures both familiar... and strange. Alongside a whole host of other mythical beings.
Bleeding Hearts (Chronicles of Darkness/Code Vein)
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"-and there is an unprecedented boon of Blood Beads thanks to Io so the Provisional Government is less hoarding them and more trying to hand out as many as they can, but it's been a little overwhelming to say the least, not really a problem per say…" Louis said, stroking his chin as he looked over the recent reports of the Gaol of the Mist. Leaning back in his chair, head tilting back to look at the taller pale-skinned woman that was looking or rather more-like glaring at the reports, thinking that if she angrily thought at it enough a problem would spontaneously appear that she could solve.
The revenant sighed as he knew that intense pensive expression Lissen when she found a problem she couldn't solve, or rather the lack of problems to solve. While after everything, he and the others were capable of finally relaxing, Lissen spent a couple months doing the same before throwing herself into work, trying to do anything and everything she could. It would come in spurts of action over the years, there'd be a flurry of action, trying to do something and everything, calm down, relax, and then inevitably get back into it.
Louis's uncovered hand found Lissen's and gently took it. Instantly that glare melted back into a small smile as she looked over to him. "Hey," she slowly nodded and straightened up as the male revenant gave a smile of his own. "Lemme finish some of this paperwork and we can see about clearing some of those deeper depths for Davis' teams." The Queenslayer's expression brightened even further at the idea. It wasn't exactly 'normal' date material, but she had long since forgotten what most normal dates should be like and it was exhilarating to fight back-to-back with someone you deeply cared about, to say the least.
At that, Lissen slowly broke the handholding and walked off, long white-grey hair trailing behind her with her black coat. Passing by the weapons vault and the bar, turning her head to the bar slightly, she'd note Eva sitting there while Jack behind the bar looking for drinks to find. He had already found quite a collection (some of that stock being donated from Lissen herself,) and was now trying to find a couple that the scarred girl would enjoy herself, judging by the multitude of filled glasses already that only had some sips taken out of them.
Either way, if Eva wasn't going to finish any, Jack would. Lissen suppressed a giggle, settling it to an audible snort that caused the shorter-haired woman to glance her way and chuckle back.
Yakumo and Rin on the other side were happily chatting about weapons on the other side of the room and more than a few loud clangs and bangs were emitted as the smaller revenant went through the arms stored there.
Walking past those two groups, she stopped at what was the living and planning room of the home base. Every-time she came here, there was this small feeling of familiarity that came over here and a small sense of wrongness, like there should've been something hanging over this portion of the room, but it wasn't there anymore. From her previous life if anything was telling her, but other than that one vestige she had found in the Cathedral of the Sacred Blood, she could not find anything about her past. Troubling, but it wasn't like it was a unique problem to her, just one that she could or rather could had solved.
Turning away from the living room, the Queenslayer walked over to the opening in the wall that overlooked a good chunk of the land of Vein. A small blonde-haired girl was sitting at a wooden chair with one of those wheelbarrow things (Lissen really needed to learn what its name was, among other things,) being reused as a table with a sleek black box, long but thin laying on it. Lissen's eyes twitched as she noticed one of the straps of the other girl's dress hanging loose on the shoulder, she, Mia, noticed her staring and gave a mischievous smirk.
Let it be said that the Queenslayer didn't mind showing some skin or seeing shown skin, Io and Coco were prime examples of people who did not wear much but she didn't care (or rather she did care but they looked rather nice,) it's just that single loose strap really tickled something at her brain and more than once she had walked over and readjusted it back in its proper place.
Mia at-first was confused when it happened, but gradually shifted to a mixture of amusement and annoyance whenever Lissen did that. One time, Lissen redid the strap, only for Mia to immediately displace it afterwards, causing the Queenslayer to redo it and then this repeated for a moment before Lissen mouthed 'fuck' and walked away. Now she doesn't even try anymore but there's always a small reaction or two whenever she sees the other revenant at home base.
The smaller revenant noted the box that Lissen had picked up and hummed, "I was wondering why that was out in the open actually. You usually carry the Storage around everywhere with you." The Storage being a piece of older technology back when Project Queen was making advances rather than trying to destroy what it had created. Extradimensional space that could hold a nigh unlimited amount of stuff inside and gave you what you willed to its surface, at-least Lissen hadn't found a limit to what it could hold and anyone who knew what it could do had either died permanently or had forgotten it.
"Relaxing, or, trying too." At that Mia nodded, "not working out I see?" Lissen took a seat at the other end of the 'table' "yeah." She opened up the box and started to rummage around inside before picking up a Blood Bead with a golden liquid inside of it. Mia eyed it, knowing the significance but also sighing as this wasn't exactly the first time that the Queenslayer had admired Io's final gift to them.
"You know if you want to leave, we're right behind you." Lissen closed her eyes, head dipping as she grinned and put the golden bead back into The Storage.
"I know, it's just…"
"You want to make sure everything is 100% tidy, I get it, I think me, and the others have come to figure that out at least."
Lissen scratched her cheek sheepishly, "Mia, I'm not a perfectionist, am I?"
"I'm convinced that if the provisional government wasn't rebuilding homes, you'd be doing that twice as effective as they would be, and you don't know how to make houses." Mia said flatly.
'Well, I could learn…' The taller revenant thought to herself, before mentally facepalming as she just proved Mia's point. The offended expression upon her face that came and went as quickly as it was there did not go unnoticed and a small, amused scoff was heard.
"Don't even try to deny it."
"I wasn't!"
Mia raised an eyebrow and Lissen pouted in response. Leaning back in her seat and letting out a loud huff, The Queenslayer packed the box within a pocket inside of her clothes and looked over to the opening in the wall that showed the rest of Vein or rather a good chunk of it to them both.
Even after all that had been done in those short hectic days that the group had gone through together and the three years that had passed everywhere. It still looked like just a series of blasted ruins with those Thorns of Judgement, massive, spiked pillars that extended out of the ground and glowed with a baleful yellow light having the credit for most of the destruction.
"Hey, do you think we could remove those thorns eventually?"
Mia hummed, "well, from my research, like the Horrors they were immune to modern weaponry."
The other revenant nodded with an 'ah' "But as we've found out we can destroy them, so the thorns should be similar-
-right?"
Lissen froze, surroundings suddenly changed. Where once she was staring at the open sky, was now instead a large selection of liquor upon multiple shelves behind an unfamiliar looking bar. The seat beneath her cushioned and somewhat smaller than the wooden chair she was just sitting on.
The Queenslayer slowly, carefully raised a hand and raised an eyebrow at the blood veil she was wearing, the Silver Garb, one of the more defensive ones and something that she wasn't wearing moments ago. Indeed, that wasn't the only thing out of place for in her other hand stabbed into the shiny wooden floor was the Oni Blade, Yakumo's blade that she had commissioned Rin to make a spare of after some pleading and permission given to by the red-haired man.
As she observed this it became increasingly apparent that a horrible, almost forgotten but familiar ache started to spread across Lissen's body. A thirst, but not just the starting of hunger, but the near ending of it, any longer and she would go into-
An unknown sound, a jingling of chimes and the creaking of wood as a door opens up.
It is a ratty-clothed bald-headed man with a jittery look to his eyes. He's carrying a brown bag in much better condition than the rest of him is and as he spots Lissen he cocks his head as he looks at her face… and then trails down with widened eyes as he notes the silver armor and massive two-bladed sword stabbed into the ground.
"Heya Dollie, you thirsty?"
What did he say? That smell…
A growl teared through the Queenslayer's throat as she spasmed forward onto the table. Eyes violently flashing red and glowing, pupils slitted.
Human, he was human… and she was oh so thirsty. The man's expression as he looked at this display was a combination of nervousness and cockiness, like a bull toreador confident in his ability to dodge that raging bull… but there was still in-fact a dangerous beast still charging at you with the intent to kill.
Lissen's hands curled along the wood of the table as he approached with a smirk, causing it to crack and bend, causing the man to let out a low 'whoa.'
"Whoa there, no need to get so feisty dollie, I'm right here." He let out a hum and almost seemed to glide next to her.
The Queenslayer's head jerked towards him like a puppet being pulled by strings and it was immediately jerked back as she tried to restrain herself.
"Now, I'm normally not allowed to do this, but Walter has been denying me blood for the better of a couple weeks now. So, here's what I'm thinking, I allow you to suck my blood, in-exchange." One of his hands rubbed together, "you allow me to get a taste of that Vitae, what do ya say?"
What…?
What was he saying? A human so willingly allowing themselves to be drank from. Even the ones in the shelters have it donated through blood-bag means and that way had long since been put out of use after the Weeping Tree started to make nigh-infinite blood beads…
Lissen's eyes widen.
Right!
The blood beads, she has them in the Storage. Her free arm clawed into the silver garb and opened up the extra dimensional box gathering two blood beads and pulling them up. While this was happening, the human was muttering to themselves as they glanced at her hand, something about this maybe being a bad idea.
Lissen without any care for the human in her bloodthirst bit down hard onto the glass-like substance that coated the blood bead and started to drain it of its sweet sanguine nectar. The bald man rapidly blinked at that as he saw the red light of her eyes start to fade along with the black veins that were crawling on her face.
"Is that…? Holy shit dollie, is that what I think it is?"
The Queenslayer tilted her head at that, he clearly knew what revenants were but didn't know anything about blood beads? That was a… worrying thought of several magnitudes.
She lifted the other bead towards him, and the man seemed entranced by the leaf-like particles that swirled around its interior.
"If you can tell me where we are, I'll let you have it."
Lissen's soft voice made the human jerk back a bit, but he quickly leaned back in with a leery questioning expression. "Where we are? Well, this is Walter's Bar, The Last Drop."
The revenant shook her head, "no, no, I know this is a bar but where is this bar in? Are we still in the Gaol of the Mists?"
At that a piece of understanding floated into the man's mind as he let out a low 'ahh,' "Must've had a long sleep eh dollie? I don't know about this 'Gaol of the Mists' thing but we're in Brooklyn, New York, you know, North America?"
Lissen stilled, closing her eyes for a moment as the faintest instance of pounding began to form inside her head. "It… sounds familiar, but I do not recall any of those locations you just said."
Memories deteriorated with each death a revenant had and while her most recent deaths seemed to avoid that problem. All she had was knowledge of the Gaol… but this told her a lot.
Looking over at the blood bead in her hand, she offered it up to the human. "Will this work for your 'Vitae?'"
She had no idea what that meant either, but it sounded like revenant's blood from how he described it or maybe Ichor.
"Err, I dunno, I am interested though. If it works for you, it might work for me, right?" He swiped it after it became clear she wasn't going to pull it away and started to check it with both hands as he placed the brown bag onto the table next to her.
"Now how to work this. Do I just bite down like it's a beer can or?" Shrugging after inspecting it he proceeded to bite down hard onto the blood bead's side causing him to let out a gasp as the bead was punctured and the liquid inside flowed into his mouth.
Lissen was kinda curious as to how humans perceived a Blood Bead's taste, no less one that seemed to like drinking revenant's blood as well.
The man's eyes widen as the bead's contents are emptied and to Lissen's surprise… the human visibly becomes less and less haggard as this is done. A sort of calmer, more focused energy came over him.
With a gasp he ceases drinking once every last drop leaves the blood bead and lets out a laugh. "Whoa! That is the good shit right there, holy fuck! Like a fuckin' pina colada on steroids, Jesus…"
Lissen's expression turns to amusement as she watches the human's very… unique reaction to drinking a blood bead. He whips his head back and forth as if trying to get out some hidden creak in there and turns to her with a big 'ol smile plastered on his face.
"Name's Jace, dollie. I will 100% become your bitch if you supply me with more of those, I'll fuckin' ditch Walter right now- you know what? You seem like you have questions, askem, I feel like I'm in a very generous mood right about no-"
"Jace." A deep, foreboding baritone cut off the newly named Jace's enthusiasm as Lissen was leaning away with a small, bemused smirk.
Besides the bar was a now opened oak door and at its threshold was a tall but stout dark-skinned man in a black suit and red vest underneath. For a split-second, the revenant felt as though his presence radiated absolute authority, as if any commands he gave had to be followed at the best of one's ability…
But that feeling faded before she could truly know it, and he was just a man again. Perhaps not just a man though.
"Might I ask why you, my intern, is bugging another kindred as if you are expecting them to give you something only I should give?"
Jace chuckled mischievously, as if he was a small child with his hands caught in the cookie job. He lifted the emptied blood bead with a helpless smile, waving it around slightly, "busted~"
The one who is presumably Walter glanced at the blood bead with no small amount of confusion before finally trailing his dark brown eyes towards Lissen herself who was rapidly switching her head between this exchange.
His confusion only grows as he searched her expression as if trying to sense for something but unable to find it. His wariness is an understatement, she can tell instantly he is preparing for this to get worse for his interruption, a fight or verbal sparring.
When he does not find it, he sweeps his arms out in a welcoming gesture, "and who might you be fellow kindred? I am Advocate Walter Helmsguard, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Kindred… was that their word for revenants? Hmm, now that was looking more closely, she could notice several oddities, the lack of breathing, a sort of shriveledness in the skin, and of course the fangs.
The lack of breathing was weird, revenants at the very least still needed to breathe even if that was the 'only' thing they needed to do to survive alongside blood-drinking.
Everything was wrong, how quaint.
"Lissen Desrosiers, The Queenslayer." It was the most well-known of her titles afterall and he seemed to give one of his own with 'Advocate,' whatever that meant.
That got a raised eye from both of them. "Queenslayer huh? Forgive me for my confusion, I haven't heard of any dying recently." He said in jest but fishing for information.
"I was only supposed to kill one."
Walter faltered a bit at the matter-of-fact tone of Lissen's voice, before gesturing towards the still open door. "Why don't you come into my office? I think we might have plenty of things to discuss and the bar's patrons are soon to come in. I wouldn't want to disturb them. Jace-" He looked over to the much more healthier looking but still ratty man, "put that package with the rest of them. Wait for Heather to start manning the bar and then you can go to your usual spot."
Jace gave a jerky nod, "you got it boss man!" Before walking off to behind the bar and rummaging around a bit.
Visibly letting out a loud sigh, "after you Madame Lissen." Lissen blinked at the 'madame' part, before shrugging and getting up from her seat. Causing the Oni Blade to be torn out of the wooden floor.
"Nono, not the floo-" Walter sucks in a sharp intake of breath, "fine… I can get someone to fix that later."
He could only incredulously glare at the revenant's massive twin-bladed red sword that surely no normal person could hope to wield as she walked past him. Silver Garb's coat tail swishing as she went.
This was going to be a long night.
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Had this half finished a couple months ago, got around to finishing it with some of my muse back and might as well post it here.
Also here's a pic of Lissen, The Queenslayer:
The revenant sighed as he knew that intense pensive expression Lissen when she found a problem she couldn't solve, or rather the lack of problems to solve. While after everything, he and the others were capable of finally relaxing, Lissen spent a couple months doing the same before throwing herself into work, trying to do anything and everything she could. It would come in spurts of action over the years, there'd be a flurry of action, trying to do something and everything, calm down, relax, and then inevitably get back into it.
Louis's uncovered hand found Lissen's and gently took it. Instantly that glare melted back into a small smile as she looked over to him. "Hey," she slowly nodded and straightened up as the male revenant gave a smile of his own. "Lemme finish some of this paperwork and we can see about clearing some of those deeper depths for Davis' teams." The Queenslayer's expression brightened even further at the idea. It wasn't exactly 'normal' date material, but she had long since forgotten what most normal dates should be like and it was exhilarating to fight back-to-back with someone you deeply cared about, to say the least.
At that, Lissen slowly broke the handholding and walked off, long white-grey hair trailing behind her with her black coat. Passing by the weapons vault and the bar, turning her head to the bar slightly, she'd note Eva sitting there while Jack behind the bar looking for drinks to find. He had already found quite a collection (some of that stock being donated from Lissen herself,) and was now trying to find a couple that the scarred girl would enjoy herself, judging by the multitude of filled glasses already that only had some sips taken out of them.
Either way, if Eva wasn't going to finish any, Jack would. Lissen suppressed a giggle, settling it to an audible snort that caused the shorter-haired woman to glance her way and chuckle back.
Yakumo and Rin on the other side were happily chatting about weapons on the other side of the room and more than a few loud clangs and bangs were emitted as the smaller revenant went through the arms stored there.
Walking past those two groups, she stopped at what was the living and planning room of the home base. Every-time she came here, there was this small feeling of familiarity that came over here and a small sense of wrongness, like there should've been something hanging over this portion of the room, but it wasn't there anymore. From her previous life if anything was telling her, but other than that one vestige she had found in the Cathedral of the Sacred Blood, she could not find anything about her past. Troubling, but it wasn't like it was a unique problem to her, just one that she could or rather could had solved.
Turning away from the living room, the Queenslayer walked over to the opening in the wall that overlooked a good chunk of the land of Vein. A small blonde-haired girl was sitting at a wooden chair with one of those wheelbarrow things (Lissen really needed to learn what its name was, among other things,) being reused as a table with a sleek black box, long but thin laying on it. Lissen's eyes twitched as she noticed one of the straps of the other girl's dress hanging loose on the shoulder, she, Mia, noticed her staring and gave a mischievous smirk.
Let it be said that the Queenslayer didn't mind showing some skin or seeing shown skin, Io and Coco were prime examples of people who did not wear much but she didn't care (or rather she did care but they looked rather nice,) it's just that single loose strap really tickled something at her brain and more than once she had walked over and readjusted it back in its proper place.
Mia at-first was confused when it happened, but gradually shifted to a mixture of amusement and annoyance whenever Lissen did that. One time, Lissen redid the strap, only for Mia to immediately displace it afterwards, causing the Queenslayer to redo it and then this repeated for a moment before Lissen mouthed 'fuck' and walked away. Now she doesn't even try anymore but there's always a small reaction or two whenever she sees the other revenant at home base.
The smaller revenant noted the box that Lissen had picked up and hummed, "I was wondering why that was out in the open actually. You usually carry the Storage around everywhere with you." The Storage being a piece of older technology back when Project Queen was making advances rather than trying to destroy what it had created. Extradimensional space that could hold a nigh unlimited amount of stuff inside and gave you what you willed to its surface, at-least Lissen hadn't found a limit to what it could hold and anyone who knew what it could do had either died permanently or had forgotten it.
"Relaxing, or, trying too." At that Mia nodded, "not working out I see?" Lissen took a seat at the other end of the 'table' "yeah." She opened up the box and started to rummage around inside before picking up a Blood Bead with a golden liquid inside of it. Mia eyed it, knowing the significance but also sighing as this wasn't exactly the first time that the Queenslayer had admired Io's final gift to them.
"You know if you want to leave, we're right behind you." Lissen closed her eyes, head dipping as she grinned and put the golden bead back into The Storage.
"I know, it's just…"
"You want to make sure everything is 100% tidy, I get it, I think me, and the others have come to figure that out at least."
Lissen scratched her cheek sheepishly, "Mia, I'm not a perfectionist, am I?"
"I'm convinced that if the provisional government wasn't rebuilding homes, you'd be doing that twice as effective as they would be, and you don't know how to make houses." Mia said flatly.
'Well, I could learn…' The taller revenant thought to herself, before mentally facepalming as she just proved Mia's point. The offended expression upon her face that came and went as quickly as it was there did not go unnoticed and a small, amused scoff was heard.
"Don't even try to deny it."
"I wasn't!"
Mia raised an eyebrow and Lissen pouted in response. Leaning back in her seat and letting out a loud huff, The Queenslayer packed the box within a pocket inside of her clothes and looked over to the opening in the wall that showed the rest of Vein or rather a good chunk of it to them both.
Even after all that had been done in those short hectic days that the group had gone through together and the three years that had passed everywhere. It still looked like just a series of blasted ruins with those Thorns of Judgement, massive, spiked pillars that extended out of the ground and glowed with a baleful yellow light having the credit for most of the destruction.
"Hey, do you think we could remove those thorns eventually?"
Mia hummed, "well, from my research, like the Horrors they were immune to modern weaponry."
The other revenant nodded with an 'ah' "But as we've found out we can destroy them, so the thorns should be similar-
-right?"
Lissen froze, surroundings suddenly changed. Where once she was staring at the open sky, was now instead a large selection of liquor upon multiple shelves behind an unfamiliar looking bar. The seat beneath her cushioned and somewhat smaller than the wooden chair she was just sitting on.
The Queenslayer slowly, carefully raised a hand and raised an eyebrow at the blood veil she was wearing, the Silver Garb, one of the more defensive ones and something that she wasn't wearing moments ago. Indeed, that wasn't the only thing out of place for in her other hand stabbed into the shiny wooden floor was the Oni Blade, Yakumo's blade that she had commissioned Rin to make a spare of after some pleading and permission given to by the red-haired man.
As she observed this it became increasingly apparent that a horrible, almost forgotten but familiar ache started to spread across Lissen's body. A thirst, but not just the starting of hunger, but the near ending of it, any longer and she would go into-
An unknown sound, a jingling of chimes and the creaking of wood as a door opens up.
It is a ratty-clothed bald-headed man with a jittery look to his eyes. He's carrying a brown bag in much better condition than the rest of him is and as he spots Lissen he cocks his head as he looks at her face… and then trails down with widened eyes as he notes the silver armor and massive two-bladed sword stabbed into the ground.
"Heya Dollie, you thirsty?"
What did he say? That smell…
A growl teared through the Queenslayer's throat as she spasmed forward onto the table. Eyes violently flashing red and glowing, pupils slitted.
Human, he was human… and she was oh so thirsty. The man's expression as he looked at this display was a combination of nervousness and cockiness, like a bull toreador confident in his ability to dodge that raging bull… but there was still in-fact a dangerous beast still charging at you with the intent to kill.
Lissen's hands curled along the wood of the table as he approached with a smirk, causing it to crack and bend, causing the man to let out a low 'whoa.'
"Whoa there, no need to get so feisty dollie, I'm right here." He let out a hum and almost seemed to glide next to her.
The Queenslayer's head jerked towards him like a puppet being pulled by strings and it was immediately jerked back as she tried to restrain herself.
"Now, I'm normally not allowed to do this, but Walter has been denying me blood for the better of a couple weeks now. So, here's what I'm thinking, I allow you to suck my blood, in-exchange." One of his hands rubbed together, "you allow me to get a taste of that Vitae, what do ya say?"
What…?
What was he saying? A human so willingly allowing themselves to be drank from. Even the ones in the shelters have it donated through blood-bag means and that way had long since been put out of use after the Weeping Tree started to make nigh-infinite blood beads…
Lissen's eyes widen.
Right!
The blood beads, she has them in the Storage. Her free arm clawed into the silver garb and opened up the extra dimensional box gathering two blood beads and pulling them up. While this was happening, the human was muttering to themselves as they glanced at her hand, something about this maybe being a bad idea.
Lissen without any care for the human in her bloodthirst bit down hard onto the glass-like substance that coated the blood bead and started to drain it of its sweet sanguine nectar. The bald man rapidly blinked at that as he saw the red light of her eyes start to fade along with the black veins that were crawling on her face.
"Is that…? Holy shit dollie, is that what I think it is?"
The Queenslayer tilted her head at that, he clearly knew what revenants were but didn't know anything about blood beads? That was a… worrying thought of several magnitudes.
She lifted the other bead towards him, and the man seemed entranced by the leaf-like particles that swirled around its interior.
"If you can tell me where we are, I'll let you have it."
Lissen's soft voice made the human jerk back a bit, but he quickly leaned back in with a leery questioning expression. "Where we are? Well, this is Walter's Bar, The Last Drop."
The revenant shook her head, "no, no, I know this is a bar but where is this bar in? Are we still in the Gaol of the Mists?"
At that a piece of understanding floated into the man's mind as he let out a low 'ahh,' "Must've had a long sleep eh dollie? I don't know about this 'Gaol of the Mists' thing but we're in Brooklyn, New York, you know, North America?"
Lissen stilled, closing her eyes for a moment as the faintest instance of pounding began to form inside her head. "It… sounds familiar, but I do not recall any of those locations you just said."
Memories deteriorated with each death a revenant had and while her most recent deaths seemed to avoid that problem. All she had was knowledge of the Gaol… but this told her a lot.
Looking over at the blood bead in her hand, she offered it up to the human. "Will this work for your 'Vitae?'"
She had no idea what that meant either, but it sounded like revenant's blood from how he described it or maybe Ichor.
"Err, I dunno, I am interested though. If it works for you, it might work for me, right?" He swiped it after it became clear she wasn't going to pull it away and started to check it with both hands as he placed the brown bag onto the table next to her.
"Now how to work this. Do I just bite down like it's a beer can or?" Shrugging after inspecting it he proceeded to bite down hard onto the blood bead's side causing him to let out a gasp as the bead was punctured and the liquid inside flowed into his mouth.
Lissen was kinda curious as to how humans perceived a Blood Bead's taste, no less one that seemed to like drinking revenant's blood as well.
The man's eyes widen as the bead's contents are emptied and to Lissen's surprise… the human visibly becomes less and less haggard as this is done. A sort of calmer, more focused energy came over him.
With a gasp he ceases drinking once every last drop leaves the blood bead and lets out a laugh. "Whoa! That is the good shit right there, holy fuck! Like a fuckin' pina colada on steroids, Jesus…"
Lissen's expression turns to amusement as she watches the human's very… unique reaction to drinking a blood bead. He whips his head back and forth as if trying to get out some hidden creak in there and turns to her with a big 'ol smile plastered on his face.
"Name's Jace, dollie. I will 100% become your bitch if you supply me with more of those, I'll fuckin' ditch Walter right now- you know what? You seem like you have questions, askem, I feel like I'm in a very generous mood right about no-"
"Jace." A deep, foreboding baritone cut off the newly named Jace's enthusiasm as Lissen was leaning away with a small, bemused smirk.
Besides the bar was a now opened oak door and at its threshold was a tall but stout dark-skinned man in a black suit and red vest underneath. For a split-second, the revenant felt as though his presence radiated absolute authority, as if any commands he gave had to be followed at the best of one's ability…
But that feeling faded before she could truly know it, and he was just a man again. Perhaps not just a man though.
"Might I ask why you, my intern, is bugging another kindred as if you are expecting them to give you something only I should give?"
Jace chuckled mischievously, as if he was a small child with his hands caught in the cookie job. He lifted the emptied blood bead with a helpless smile, waving it around slightly, "busted~"
The one who is presumably Walter glanced at the blood bead with no small amount of confusion before finally trailing his dark brown eyes towards Lissen herself who was rapidly switching her head between this exchange.
His confusion only grows as he searched her expression as if trying to sense for something but unable to find it. His wariness is an understatement, she can tell instantly he is preparing for this to get worse for his interruption, a fight or verbal sparring.
When he does not find it, he sweeps his arms out in a welcoming gesture, "and who might you be fellow kindred? I am Advocate Walter Helmsguard, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Kindred… was that their word for revenants? Hmm, now that was looking more closely, she could notice several oddities, the lack of breathing, a sort of shriveledness in the skin, and of course the fangs.
The lack of breathing was weird, revenants at the very least still needed to breathe even if that was the 'only' thing they needed to do to survive alongside blood-drinking.
Everything was wrong, how quaint.
"Lissen Desrosiers, The Queenslayer." It was the most well-known of her titles afterall and he seemed to give one of his own with 'Advocate,' whatever that meant.
That got a raised eye from both of them. "Queenslayer huh? Forgive me for my confusion, I haven't heard of any dying recently." He said in jest but fishing for information.
"I was only supposed to kill one."
Walter faltered a bit at the matter-of-fact tone of Lissen's voice, before gesturing towards the still open door. "Why don't you come into my office? I think we might have plenty of things to discuss and the bar's patrons are soon to come in. I wouldn't want to disturb them. Jace-" He looked over to the much more healthier looking but still ratty man, "put that package with the rest of them. Wait for Heather to start manning the bar and then you can go to your usual spot."
Jace gave a jerky nod, "you got it boss man!" Before walking off to behind the bar and rummaging around a bit.
Visibly letting out a loud sigh, "after you Madame Lissen." Lissen blinked at the 'madame' part, before shrugging and getting up from her seat. Causing the Oni Blade to be torn out of the wooden floor.
"Nono, not the floo-" Walter sucks in a sharp intake of breath, "fine… I can get someone to fix that later."
He could only incredulously glare at the revenant's massive twin-bladed red sword that surely no normal person could hope to wield as she walked past him. Silver Garb's coat tail swishing as she went.
This was going to be a long night.
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Had this half finished a couple months ago, got around to finishing it with some of my muse back and might as well post it here.
Also here's a pic of Lissen, The Queenslayer:
