[Session 3] "They're putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace"

[subject_013]

Who: Albert Wesker and... you!
What: December catch-all: His return from the dead, a Krampuslaufen and December event stuff.
When: December 5th onward.
Where: Around the town, in his memoryspace.

Content Warnings: Post-death effects including temporary mutism, stalkerish behavior, event specific weirdness.




November IC Impact Statement - December 10th: Open Link

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Krampuslaufen/Run, Rabbit, Run Open Link


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Wildcard Got an idea to punt at him? Feel free to toss in a top level! Lyrics nicked from "River".

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[subject_013]

One dweller in one of the houses emerges, a skinny, dark-haired woman in black flannel pyjamas blinking like an owl behind thick glasses, but seeing the young man scaling her fence followed by the *thing* vaulting up to land on the top rail, she emits a panicked yawp and darts back into the house. Someone else in another house opens a window to yell angrily at the commotion.

"Darkblood..." the goat-masked thing rasps and dives off the fence, launching itself toward Stiles.

[kingofsarcasm]

Stiles shrieks when it leaps, and he's not able to react in time. He gets tackled to the ground by the thing and all the while he's struggling, flailing his arms and looking for a chance to slip away again.

"Darkblood?! WHAT ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?!"

[subject_013]

Keeping Stiles pinned with its knees and one hand, the thing reaches inside its robe, taking out an oddly modified syringe, one with what looks like a secondary fluid delivery system connected to an empty cylinder with the plunger depressed, almost as if it were designed to collect as well as inject.

"Close. Vileblood," the thing rasps.

[kingofsarcasm]

Stiles sees that contraption and fights harder. But still… it probably depends on what this thing even wants. Does he want to drain him completely or just take a donation? Damn his darkblood and how delicious and addictive it is!

"Look, I'll- I'll let you have some, just don't kill me to get it, alright?"

[CW: Blood drawing]

[subject_013]

"Not a glutton," the thing growls, almost as if audibly eye-rolling. It holds up the contraption. "One small phial. Thus and no more."

It reaches in and pressing on a vein in Stiles's neck, raises it carefully, before deftly inserting the needle and drawing out one plunger, which depresses another, drawing out a darkish fluid, clearly Darkblood in a suspension. Once the barrel has filled, the creature removes the syringe, sniffing at it and making a pleased rumble in its throat before capping the syringe. As suddenly as it pinned Stiles, it leaps to its feet, freeing him.

"Merry Christmas..." the thing murmurs, as if to say 'Merry Christmas to me.