Lysander Bellerose ✿ 《Luki Megurine》 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bloodiedroses) wrote2015-01-18 08:25 pm
bloodiedroses) wrote2015-01-18 08:25 pm
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Just a private lil thing.
[ A beautiful, ornate mansion. A gigantic home, tied to a large vineyard. His family was definitely wealthy. Theirs was the kind of opulence a lot of people didn't get to see, period. However, they tended to be quiet and out of the way. They tended to avoid the papers, the tabloids, so on.
Because, in reality, like many underground people, they weren't human. And a lot of that wealth came not from wine, but from the kind of "blood" spirits they made; vampires had a need to safely acquire it from humans, but to just abduct humans in the modern day wasn't... very kosher. Authorities would notice. So they started a business. A sort of production facility. It was easy enough--with the right kind of aid, of course, and the right money--to dedicate time to an underground facility, a network of caverns. Former salt mines, repurposed to hold people. The facilities weren't as poor and barren as you'd think, despite this. Rooms and beds and such were good enough. But most were kept out of the "cold room" where all the blood was drained. No one wanted to see THAT mess, after all.
They were working on making it so the souls and personalities within were... not very often a problem. However, sometimes, things still slipped through the cracks. Be that as it may, though, their youngest son was a bit of a spoiled child, and he tended to prefer his food--ah, fresher. A playboy who runs around with little regard to the consequences, his sister and family always cleaning up after him. Truly a problem... but he'd grown bored again today, and he needed something new to do. He just didn't expect to find it quite so easily.
Someone was with him. He couldn't help himself--he was always looking for something to entertain him. And this one, like so many others, had been interesting. Raised, or not, he liked people. It's just that they tended to be beneath him. Still, that was no reason not to enjoy his time with them, wasn't it?
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock. The knock at the door is probably only slightly unexpected. After all, you don't run into someone like him that often, do you? ]
Hey. I brought you something!
Because, in reality, like many underground people, they weren't human. And a lot of that wealth came not from wine, but from the kind of "blood" spirits they made; vampires had a need to safely acquire it from humans, but to just abduct humans in the modern day wasn't... very kosher. Authorities would notice. So they started a business. A sort of production facility. It was easy enough--with the right kind of aid, of course, and the right money--to dedicate time to an underground facility, a network of caverns. Former salt mines, repurposed to hold people. The facilities weren't as poor and barren as you'd think, despite this. Rooms and beds and such were good enough. But most were kept out of the "cold room" where all the blood was drained. No one wanted to see THAT mess, after all.
They were working on making it so the souls and personalities within were... not very often a problem. However, sometimes, things still slipped through the cracks. Be that as it may, though, their youngest son was a bit of a spoiled child, and he tended to prefer his food--ah, fresher. A playboy who runs around with little regard to the consequences, his sister and family always cleaning up after him. Truly a problem... but he'd grown bored again today, and he needed something new to do. He just didn't expect to find it quite so easily.
Someone was with him. He couldn't help himself--he was always looking for something to entertain him. And this one, like so many others, had been interesting. Raised, or not, he liked people. It's just that they tended to be beneath him. Still, that was no reason not to enjoy his time with them, wasn't it?
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock. The knock at the door is probably only slightly unexpected. After all, you don't run into someone like him that often, do you? ]
Hey. I brought you something!
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He'd been in the mines for as long as he could remember. Perhaps he was born there, but he didn't know for sure. He didn't know who his parents were, or if he even had parents... his first memories were of the pens. He'd just been raised until he was old enough to be fed on, and since then, that's what his days had consisted of. Various people taking him out of the pen for a meal, then putting him back in.
It wasn't really like he minded. He didn't know anything else. It was hard to tell if he had a soul or personality like some of the people here. He'd noticed more recent additions to the pens didn't react much to anything, and he was curious if he was the same as them. He didn't remember much and he never really argued... yet there was still the curiosity. The fact that he had even noticed the differences between the people in the pens was certainly something, wasn't it? He couldn't say for sure.
But there must have been something about him. Something caught a younger vampire's eye, and he'd been taken out of the pens, into a room far nicer than anything he had ever seen before. Usually he was fed on wherever it would make the least mess, so he's confused why he's been taken somewhere like this. He tries not to do anything that would make his masters upset... he knows this is still likely just another feeding, just a bit different.
Still, he gets distracted by a strange circular object nearby... It's on some sort of gold pedastal, and the surface of the sphere is covered with patterns of blue and green. The green is written over with words he doesn't recognize, and he's spinning it around, trying to figure out what it is when the knock shocks him into obedience. He freezes up and stands up straight, hoping he wasn't caught. It takes him a few more seconds to realize he'd been spoken to, and even longer to finally think of a way to answer.]
Um... come in? P-Please?
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It's definitely a lavish one--pretty bed, fancy decorations, flowers, the works. The air is a lot fresher in here, too, he's probably noticed. They're above ground. He's a lot more cordial than some of the others, honestly. Some people who were fed on were kept alive purely because some... liked it fresh. But he'd noticed this one. A bug in the system, so to speak. He decided he'd take him. He notices the globe still slightly spinning, and chuckles. ]
... Oh, the globe... does that interest you? I thought it might! But I brought you something. There's some clothes in here for you--and some chocolate, though I'm not sure if they ever gave you any... I don't usually hang around down there. So! The little box is cioccolato for you, kitten.
[ Beneath him, and all that. ]
You seemed cold, anyway. The rest is just clothes. It's simple and kind of short notice, sorry if I startled you.
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He has so many questions, but his interest in the box overrides that for now. He finally gets close enough to peek inside, and his eyes widen. He recognizes the clothes of course, but he isn't sure what the rest is. He looks up at the other with wide eyes.]
...You got this for me? Y-You didn't have to. I've never gotten anything before. I thought...
[He trails off. He probably shouldn't question this person, who's likely his superior. His voice gets quiet, and he looks at the floor.]
I'm sorry.
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[ Well, mostly. He supposes he COULD eat it, but it wouldn't really do much for him. It'd be like eating sand. A sad thing, that. ]
I don't need to feed on you or anything, actually. I brought you here to take you out of there. Did they give you a name? Or... do you have one?
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He lifts the smaller box out and opens the lid.]
It doesn't look like any food I've seen...
[He's actually cold, and he wants to set aside the chocolates and focus on actually getting something to wear, but the statement shocks him.]
Um... my name is Ryoji, I think. It's what I remember being called... but why did you take me out? I'm... not supposed to be taken out unless it's for feeding.
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[ He mutters something to himself in Italian, nods, and then smiles. ]
Well, it doesn't really matter. You and I are just fine! I'm the son of the people who own this place, so if anyone tries to bother you, they come to ME. And deal with it. It's the middle of winter though--so, really, I was homing to get you something a bit warmer. You can change in the bathroom in here, if you'd like; it's pretty big.
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So instead, he just slowly nods and takes the fabric out of the box.]
I'll... I'll go change then. I will be right back. Thank you.
[He tries not to rush into the bathroom, but he's eager to actually have something to wear for once. He doesn't really wear anything, since usually, people needed easy access to his skin. He wonders what it feels like to wear clothes... he can't imagine doing it every day.]
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So he'll wait patiently, humming something to himself, despite not being the best at it. He included a scarf--it's pretty cold today, after all. ]
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When he comes out of the bathroom, he's already smiling wider.]
You really wanted to do this for me?
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Yeah! I see no problem with it. You already look a lot better, kitten.
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[Sorry. He doesn't understand what you mean by that.]
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[ It's the black hair and the bright eyes, honestly. Just like a pretty black kitten. ]
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[He's blushing a bit at being called cute so much.]
my italian is probably wrong bc i don't speak it so forgive me.
Surprise, eh, il mio gattino? It's the sweet face. I wanted to let you know, you're technically under my jurisdiction now, so no one else should be bothering you anymore.
I don't speak it either so!
[He's not going to assume the worst of this stranger. He's been so nice.]
Does that mean you're my master now? Not anyone else? What do you want me to do for you?
HOORAY
[ That's... not exactly it, not really, but... he hadn't expected this. This was why he didn't usually go down there--something about it gave him the creeps. That this boy didn't, well... that was partly why he picked him out. ]
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[He isn't sure he knows how to make friends with people, especially with most people in the mines more preoccupied with other things.
Still, he smiles gently, trying to be reassuring.]
I'll do my best to be your... friend, then.
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Here. My name is Lysander Bellerose. I mean, you don't HAVE to like me, you know.
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[He reaches for the hand at first, but falters.]
B-But I do like you! You've been so nice, and no one's been this nice and I don't deserve this and-
[He's just going to abandon the friendly handshake for panicked bowing.]
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[ You. He is stepping over to you and giving you a hair ruffle, Ryoji. ]
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[A new friend means a whole bunch of new worries for Ryoji to deal with.]