[Open] 🚬 November Flames

[burnitblack]

Who: Dabi & others
What: November Catch-All
When: November
Where: Various

Content Warnings: Potential mentions of domestic/child abuse, potential mentions of murder, violence, adult language/subjects

Notes: General and specific starters and event prompts are found below. Contact under cut.

If you want to hit me up for ideas on prompts or plots, feel free to comment on Dabi's CR meme post or his Event plotting post, hit me up on my contacts – Plurk (StarSeed69) / Discord (StarSeed#3572) – shoot me a PM, or drop an ooc comment down below, and we’ll hash it out. I'm down to write a unique starter for our threads if you prefer.

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[burnitblack]

That would've been amusing. Wash up on shore. Immediately fry to death. Then wash up again a while later. Repeat the process until the moon comes out. Not that Dabi knows, but he would've sat there and watched it for a few renditions before finally bothering to walk his ass away or maybe consider putting up some shade. Alas, he doesn't know, so Mayerling is left musing over the dichotomy and Dabi's inspecting another cart nearby.

There's a display of dried goods, ranging from meat to greens to herbs to paper to firewood. A few bundles of roots hang from the sides of the stalls like incense sticks, bulbs included. No one's manning the stall, and whoever left hasn't closed up... Just asking or someone to swing by and clear them out. Or filch a little from the side where it won't be noticed until it's too late.

Someone did just mention the "cost" of doing business. Here lies the "risk" of doing business at night as well. So good to know.

yoink.

Oy, oy. Even if he's a selfish and stingy bastard, he doesn't really consider dropping off some advice that he willingly gave to require repayment. If Mayerling wants to, sure, but Dabi's not asking for it.

He heads off from the stall, pocketing his ill-gotten gains.

"Least the housin in this place is pretty easy. Walk in and sit down."

[whowillmourn]

As Mayerling walks off with Dabi, he teleports the smallest of the bloodstones to the counter of the stall Dabi stole from. It may not be what anyone intended, but he decides that makes them (stall & Dabi, Dabi & Mayerling) even. A minor tip for minor tip.

Despite not having had to search for housing, Mayerling has noticed the large amount of vacant properties. They speak to a time Trench had more people, a time that has come and gone. It's a familiar feeling. "Fix whatever needs fixing," Mayerling notes with a small shrug.

He turns to the other man. "My shopping is complete," he says. He hasn't bought a damn thing, but that's okay. The day will come he needs something. When it does, he'll have the means to pay.

[burnitblack]

Good for him, Dabi doesn't notice. Not that he'd care if Mayerling was paying for shit he stole; that's the vampire's prerogative. He came out the better deal: got something "for free" and kept his "money" in the process. At least he didn't yoink a noticeable handful, rather skimmed off the top, so to speak.

The houses in their various states of health and dilapidation are an interesting statement of the city before them. Dabi's had similar thoughts to what the buildings could tell them. He's got a few haunts he frequents, but only one mainstay that to his knowledge, no one by him knows about. "If ya wanna put in the effort." He's not a handyman.

"Ya seem like you'd be more interested in "shoppin" at the Luminerium; they got a large blood bank in there, from donations and salvages." Might as well drop that little hint, just to see what comes of it. "I got a few more stops. If ya headin out, then scram. Pretty sure I'll see ya again." This place has a way to shove people together over time. Sleepers in particular.

[whowillmourn]

Dabi hardly is subtle in his hints. For his part, Mayerling has avoided that part of Trench thus far, soaked in blood pollution as it is, with all the... donations and salvages around. He is not here to drink blood, directly or indirectly, so much as is possible. The dried capsules have to do since synthetic blood is not an option.

"I'll see you around, Dabi," Mayerling says. With that he melts into the night, little more than a shadow.

[burnitblack]

Not in this case. Like dropping a pebble in the water. Obvious to someone standing right there. There's no comment about that little hint and it strikes him as curious the vampire says nothing. Is it the blood? Is it a sense of morals? Neither rejection nor a sudden interest either. Does he not drink blood? Or is this a different kind of vampire? Dabi can't say he knows, since he's just going on base assumption. Probably rude, but hell if he cares.

Instead, he's left with a dismissive departure and Dabi watches as Mayerling vanishes into the night. Can't tell if he walks away or actually melts within the darkness.

Gonna keep an eye on that one...