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"It could probably alert the parasites or something right now. So I suppose no, I'll have to bear with it...and the sarkaz...there is a lot to say about them. Many other species would say that the sarkaz are all evil, that they deserve to die. but..."

"The Sarkaz are merely the easiest scapegoats of the world. If an accident happen, any sarkaz nearby would be blamed right away without trial. that is how it is with the world."

Breath in, breath out. its getting rather difficult to actually stand so he sits nearby on some rubble, perhaps there was a town here but it seems the entire place was abandoned.

"But they are a resolute people, one that would always claw their way out."

❝ It's not your fault, Don. I... wish I could've been of greater help to you. ❞ The Iberian murmurs underneath his breath. Resources are limited, and manpower is scarce. Just to venture out here, into the vast wilderness, exacted a grand physical and emotional toll on the Aegir himself.

❝ Don Lettou, hmm? I'm guessing you're a seasoned traveler? If so... can you tell me a little more about the Sarkaz? ❞ Curiosity overrides caution. His desire to learn more resurfacing as Lumen kneels besides his satchel, digits unbuckling the leather straps. He digs through countless belongings, until the intravenous supplies and bag of precious blood come in contact with his grasp.

His eyes scoured Lettou's countenance thoroughly, uncertainty gnawing at his insides. A stranger aiding a complete stranger in their time of need. He should think twice before acting out of compassion, but leaving others to their own devices was unheard of.

❝ I... only have one bag of blood available. Will it be enough? It's risky... to perform a transfusion without doing a type and screen first. Are you sure...? ❞

Primum non nocere ( First do no harm ).

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"...I'm surprise, even those do not know of sarkaz. this area would seem...no, forgive me."

It is true that such a place might make perfect, the iberians rarely bother those outside, more focused on everything inside their borders. but sarkaz knew better then to come here for aid. for some reason no one would tell.

"I am Lettou, a traveller of sorts away from such. a vampire. It is...tiresome since I am far from home, so I would not know anymore the differnce of blood loss and exhaustion."

"I'm always feeling weak, be it from this long journey, from stress or anything else."

A sigh.

❝ Sarkaz...? ❞ Repetition bequeaths a foreign taste in his mouth. A heaviness, unlike any other felt before, begins weighing him down. His ankles felt burdened, as if an iron chain bounds his soul --- preventing it from flying free. Ignorance is bliss. But blissful ignorance is a double-edged sword. Rending, cutting. A sheltered existence in Gran Faro's dilapidated coastline has cost him plenty. He's completely out of his element, a metaphorical fish out of water. ❝ I'm afraid... my knowledge is truly limited. The only location I'm acquainted with is Iberia. ❞ Mouth opens slightly, avowals catching in his throat.

What else can he say? Once the topic drifts elsewhere, the Inquisitor placed his satchel and lantern down, golden irises glinting subtly. Blood is a precious commodity, and the intravenous supplies in his bag ran critically low.

❝ Are you feeling weak now, Don? Blood has a brief shelf life. ❞ Jordi mutters, as he begins assessing the other's physical condition visually.

❝ If I may... what is your name? Mine is Jordi. ❞

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"Vampires are a sub species of sarkaz, but their existence is not so well known unless you were forced to live with them. the owner of the bite..."

A sigh, a deep sigh that gave off -oh woe but also I am a bit -

"It was months ago, and yet that blasted vampire parasites reside in me. draining me of blood at the most random of times! I hate it."

"I am only comforted that he was put into someplace he can't escape from...for now."

another sad sigh that said he is so done with that topic. But right now its not something he would actually dwell on when there was more work to be done at the moment.

"I suppose getting a iv and having another blood transfusion wouldn't hurt."

❝ A vampire? I...❞

Avowals elude him completely. What should he say? His naive self would've brushed off the man's commentary, playing it off as some farfetched fairytale coming straight out of a child's book. But with plenty of unusual events happening throughout Iberia's desolate coastline, Jordi cannot discredit his statement entirely. There's always a modicum of truth hidden somewhere between fantasy and realism. Golden irises glitter beneath his lantern's sputtering flame, countenance earnest.

❝ Let me… umm … rephrase this, Don. How did the vampire bite occur? And where did it occur? I... I don't believe vampires exist in Iberia, either. ❞ It would definitely be a first encounter for the inquisitive Aegir. Still, a deepening sense of unease arose within him. To Lumen, in particular, a familiar sentiment that he wishes to absolve himself. He lowers his lantern slightly, illuminating the man's injury with its ghostly glow.

An injury that isn't healable by traditional means. He felt useless.

❝ Purification is beyond my scope of practice, unfortunately. Erm... I can try to assist in other ways. Surely... there is something that can be done... ❞ Was he being too optimistic? A ray of sunshine competing against an ever encroaching darkness.

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"I was bitten by a vampire."

It was straight to the point, his gaul accent causing a unknown presence to appear with his words. After all who could say they got bitten by a vampire rather then anything else. the things wiggling inside his body still meant that the main body is still there.

"Unless you have arts that can purify parasites....nothing can be done for now."

❝ Perdón...? ❞

The Inquisitor mumbles something unintelligible in his native Iberian language. Lantern raised at chest level, a luminous golden light spills forth, illuminating everything in its path, casting eerie shadows overhead. Curiosity got the better of him. Vampire leader? Jordi Fontanarossa remains utterly clueless, as his current preoccupation involves seaborn, and the never-ending threat they present to Iberia. Lips pressed together, Lumen's golden irises scour the man's countenance, noting the bandages wrapped around his throat.

Ah. It seems as if someone was involved in a former skirmish with something frightening. Sweeping the other's ramblings aside, the Aegir clears his throat to catch their attention.

❝ What happened to your throat, Don? Do you need first aid? ❞

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"The vampire leader is... certainly something."

Frightening beyond words for one thing. and also most likely alive after that stunt. he's certainly here to vent a little bit, the open air would do him some good, the bandages around his throat still there to remind him of what he did.

It was a good thing someone found him, certainly unexpected.

"I'm certain he's still alive. " he needs a drink.

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starter call.

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sips wine.

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he wants some tea.

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SCREAMING LAUGHING

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starter call

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adorable!!

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hoe added.

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"The sea had always been a mystery to most Sarkaz."

"Lately , I believe that has been a good thing."

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"Young love truly is wild."

Did he even know what love was? who knows. Being sarkaz is suffering.

@boomermania

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gerald my beloved.