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[lastrat]

[The best part about being a vampire - besides the strength and the speed and the senses in general, anyway - is having a little switch in your brain. When your emotions get to be too much - intensified as they are - all you have to do is close your eyes and look inward and flick it to off.

Once, he was going to be married. Once, he was going to have a happy life, even if it was as a vampire. Some things you don't survive, James had always known that. He hadn't always known about vampires, or that they're almost impossible to beat, or that if you die with their blood in your veins, you can wake up from multiple gunshot wounds.

Of course, once he hadn't known that his fiance was a witch, either, but eventually he always learns the important things. There's a silver ring on his left ring finger that she blessed, or magicked, or whatever the hell the proper verb is, that lets him walk in the daylight without burning up. He almost threw it away when she died, thought about burning up beside her - but his sense of self preservation runs deep. And it led him to his humanity switch. Turning it off was the easiest thing in the world.

Now, he doesn't miss her. Now, he doesn't grieve her. Now, he doesn't care about anything except hunger.

And right now, he's hungry.]

(ooc: Super duper affected, sorry for all these backdated posts. He's a vampire from the Vampire Diaries canon, and he's a douchebag because he just don't give a fuck. Picture Elena when she was an inmate but. possibly worse because she's nicer than him on any given day anyway. He's out looking for blood, so any volunteers totally welcomed!)

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[lydiascreams]

[Lydia thinks she has her magic under control. She dares come out of her room and there is black smoke still all around the corridor. But she can see through it. It shouldn't be enough to hurt anyone. At least she doesn't think so.

She just needs to see if she hurt anyone. She needs to make sure and then she'll go back inside her room -- that isn't really hers -- and stay calm.

There is a man approaching her, though and the are that is mostly dark still and Lydia stops before calling out:]

The smoke might hurt you!

[lastrat]

[Bond pauses when he hears her, eyes settling. She'd do. She would do just fine.

But then there's the smoke to contend with.

Reaching out a hand, he wafts it through the cloud, bracing for some pain.]

Might leaves a lot of wiggle room. For might not, for instance.

[lydiascreams]

[She's watching him warily, it doesn't seem like it's thick enough to hurt anyone, but she is pretty sure he'd be coughing by now if it did.]

It might not, I don't want to hurt anyone. Are you sure you want to risk it?

[lastrat]

[Risk is a funny word, at least on him. How much has he risked? How often has he risked it? He smiles, and steps into the cloud. He doesn't choke, but then, it's not like choking could really kill him. All the same, he waves a hand in front of his face to see if i will clear.]

For someone so afraid of hurting people, you're not very good at controlling...whatever this is.

[lydiascreams]

[Lydia stares at him almost in shock. Because she doesn't like the way he's talking to her, even if she's surprised at how easily he's coming at her.]

That's rude. I'm trying to control it, but-- I don't know how to.

[lastrat]

[He purses his lips and tuts.]

Now, now. What's rude is the fact that you're making all this smoke with no regard to anyone else stuck here for a small eternity.

[lydiascreams]

I told you I don't know how to!

[She's glaring now.]

And you're making me angry.

[mistconduct]

[Chris, ISIS agent and general fuck-up in this universe and his last, is sitting up on deck with a tablet, squinting down at it as he tries to tally just how much money he's owed for all the bullshit that's gone on these last few days. Nothing is worth the headache of trying to keep Archer on a leash]

[lastrat]

[He shouldn't need first hand experience to know that, but Bond won't judge. Much. Too harshly. Okay, that's a lie. When he comes to the deck, he spots Chris and spends maybe a second deciding how hungry he is.

His speed isn't up to snuff, here, with these limitations - but he's still faster than he should be. So he doesn't so much as appear on the bend next to Chris as...get there really, really fast.]

Crunching numbers?

[mistconduct]

[Jumping about a mile and a half, Chris nearly drops the tablet in surprise, his gaze shooting up in accusation]

Asshole. What are you doing, sneaking up on people? Fuck. I'm working here.

[lastrat]

[Bond smirks like that was the mission he was trying to accomplish. Frankly, it probably was.]

Yes, I'm sure it's very important work, too.

[He darts forward, picking up the tablet.] Let's have a look, shall we?

[mistconduct]

[Glaring, Chris stands up, holding his hand out for the tablet. On it is a myriad of expense reporting, as well as additional vile comments having to do with ISIS]

Give it to me. Dick.

[lastrat]

[Bond waves him off, scrolling through the reports instead and laughing.] ISIS, that's right. You and Archer like to think you're secret agents.

[mistconduct]

We don't think, butthole. We are. So just. Find someone else to bother. I'm doing top secret spy work.

[fuckton]

[Deb is much more of a social butterfly at the moment, and she's wearing a long, flowing dress, the sort that always happen in Disney movies. It's a weird sort of day, but she's greeting people who are around, because people most need niceness when there's one of those sorts of days. So, she just smiles at him.]

Hello.

[lastrat]

[He'll recognize the incongruity later, but right now, it's nothing out of the ordinary. Or nothing worth noticing. Most things aren't worth noticing, in his mind. What is worth noticing is a pretty woman who almost certainly hasn't been drinking vervain.

When she smiles, he returns it, and pauses to talk to her. A bit of flirting can brighten a day, at least for a few minutes.]

Hello. We can't have met, I'd remember you.

[fuckton]

Oh. [The sound itself was practically a blush, and it went with one as well, and she dotted it with a slight lowering of her head in acceptance of the compliment.]

Thank you! I'm Debra.

[Her hand goes out with a grin, and it's clear from her tone, she's leaving something off of her name, like the title that would normally go there.]

[lastrat]

[He smiles at her blush: this was what he did long before he grew retractable fangs. Now, there's just a new motivation.

He takes her hand and shakes, stepping closer and covering it with his other hand.]

James. Lovely to meet you, Debra.

[If he still had all his powers, he'd compel her to stand very still and not scream. Without compulsion, he'll have to do things the old fashioned way.]

[fuckton]

Nice to meet you too, James.

[The smile is returned and it grows even a bit bigger, and there isn't a single sign of fear in her. She's not in any position to defend herself and even if she was, she lacks the skills to do it.

So, entirely unaware that she's being hunted, Deb just asks quietly:]

Have you been here long?

[lastrat]

[There are days - plenty of them, actually - when he likes his prey fearful. Sometimes, he just wants an easy meal. Even eating can get boring. He keeps his hands on hers, and nods.]

Oh, long enough, I'd say. You get used to the Barge. I'd say it's not that much different from any other ship, but that would be a lie.

[And he wouldn't want to lie to her. It takes a lot of will power to keep his smile from turning sardonic. He can hear her pulse point in her throat, and he wants it to quicken.]

[fuckton]

[Well, the hands on hers have been there for too long, and she doesn't know how she feels about it, other than the fact that she quite seriously wants to pull away. She's considering it, deeply, and her smile drops and then forms a barely perceivable frown.]

I know. It's here to help people who need it.

[Deb believes that she's a warden right now, and a helper as well.]

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[halfofeverything]

[Alec has been watching, fascinated at this particular flood. And it's his damned curiosity that finally brings him around to try to find James.

That much, he's good at doing. It's just that he nearly always regrets doing it, and probably even moreso this time.]

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[lastrat]

[Alec has always been good at finding him. They knew each other too well, once. And this Bond, well - he hasn't been betrayed by Alec, yet. He just doesn't care about friends anymore. He cares about survival, about food, and vaguely, about entertainment.

So when he sees the other double-oh, he smiles, and nods, deciding as he walks toward the other man just how much blood to take. Maybe he won't stop. Does it really matter? No.]

There you are. I've been looking for you. [Not really.]

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[halfofeverything]

And why is that? [He doesn't back away, doesn't tense at all, but Jesus H Christ, James. You creepy bastard.] You've already grown bored with the ranks on the other decks?

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[lastrat]

When aren't I?

[He smiles, and he looks perfectly human. It's all a facade, though - just a mask he wears to get what he wants.]

Not much holds my interest these days, mate.

[He hasn't used that word and meant it in years, and he doesn't really mean it now. Just something to get what he wants.]

Are you headed somewhere? [Are you expected is what he really means, though a yes wouldn't do much to dissuade him.]