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tushanshu_ooc2016-11-21 06:23 pm
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"I keep my promises when I make them," Devin says evenly, continuing to walk as though he can somehow lose his shadow. "I don't always act on my threats. I had no reason to maim a complete stranger when a few words and strong grip would suffice."
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He shrugs. The movement is liquid, and oddly disjointed for a second or two. "Then it's just bluffing. So. Were you bluffing?"
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"I haven't missed anything; I simply choose not to take your point. There's a difference," he offers more pleasantly than before. "Why are you so interested in whether or not I'm willing to sever limbs in the middle of the street?"
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They're more challenging.
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"I'm capable of it, in the right circumstances," he allows after a moment, giving Melek a narrow look. "At most, I would have broken a few bones; thievery doesn't earn the kind of punishments I typically mete out."
So technically the answer was both; he was bluffing, after a fashion, but Devin would and could do it if he chose to.
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"Tell me about the right circumstances," Melek says, with what a human would probably consider an inappropriate amount of cheer for the promise of rampant violence. "You're the type of person who metes out punishments on the regular? Now I'm even more curious." Closer, now, it's easier to see there's very little white in Melek's eyes.
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Out of an abundance of caution, he takes a moment to open his hearing. There's a heartbeat there but-- very slow. Too slow for comfort, too slow for a human. At least, too slow for any human he's ever met.
"If I'm being attacked," he answers, his tone measured. "Or if the target is of my own race. The latter especially earns a death sentence by default," he explains with far too much ease, his mouth thinning with suspicion.
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A rational person would have stepped away. Melek is not even approaching that vicinity. "Yes genocide, no to mania," Melek says aloud, not really asking, just considering.
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"I said it guaranteed a death sentence. I did not say I always murdered on sight," Devin clarifies. He sometimes did, but he was also strategic about many of his targets. His eyes narrowed. "I'm aware I retain my relative sanity, all things considered. I'm beginning to think you haven't."
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"Everything's relative," Melek says, lacing his fingers together behind his head like he's reclining. It's a relaxed posture, like he either doesn't think he has anything to fear from the man he's hanging out with, or doesn't have a concept of fear in the first place. "And all things in my maker's hands."
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"If you're speaking of faith, I have nothing further to say to you. Leave me be," Devin says icily.
That faith is somehow more taboo than genocide may say something.
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He isn't sure, himself. He knows what he is, and the other man isn't quite the same. Cross-cornered, maybe. Wouldn't be the first time. There's a lot of them.
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Technically, this stranger hasn't done anything to earn him a physical altercation, but he is absolutely getting on Devin's nerves. He has enough problems without an insane groupie following him around. Yet again, he's found himself in a situation well outside his control, with his life turned upside down and inside out.
"Vampire," he answers tersely. Devin does wonder why he's so interested, so unconcerned by genocide, but asking questions was further engagement, and he's not curious enough to go that route.
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Ah, the magic word. "Be specific," Melek chides Devin, once he's answered. "What type? Obviously the day-dwelling sort, so you're no mindless shambler. Hmhm..." He hums lightly, looking Devin up and down with a little more interest. "How do you feel about running water? Silver?"
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"Superstitions do not apply to me," Devin answers curtly, observing the man's odd movements but otherwise continuing to stalk around with the goal of getting anywhere but here. He most certainly wasn't going into any details about potential weaknesses with this man, nor his relative uniqueness among the rest of his race. He was the only daywalker he knew of, the only one unburned by silver and symbols of faith - he wore both on his person, albeit very hidden. Wooden stakes hurt, but so did getting stabbed by an equal sized piece of metal, mostly because he was being stabbed and not because the material had any special properties.
But none of that is information Devin will be sharing.
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In the end, driven mostly by boredom, Melek shrugs. "So," he says, flipping back to conversational just as quickly as that. "Are you going to try to kill me here?" It seems like genuine curiosity, a man not actually worried by the prospect of a vampire -- another vampire -- trying to kill him.
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And then, of course, comes the question of murder. Devin stops in the street, not quite abruptly but fast enough that he can turn and actually face the man properly. It would be just his luck to find not only another vampire, but one different enough that he couldn't identify him off the bat. The realization does nothing to improve Devin's opinion of this place, or his mood, and his eyes take on a hardened, dangerous look.
He would probably kill Melek (although in this context he might take some time to figure out if he needed killing), but he's been told about the soul gems. "It would be pointless," he answers at length.
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Murder is its own reward, in Melek's opinion.
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"I neither fight nor kill for the fun of it," he says calmly, but his tone has a sharp edge to it. "And you are not worth the energy."