It’s that. Blood-drinking undead. [They remind him very unpleasantly of Northrend, of the war against the Lich King...he knows that he’d decided to follow Eames’ lead and all, but his hand is straying to the weapon on his back.]
This is some sort of ritual you were a part of? Unwillingly? [That much seems certain, at least.]
[Eames tilts his head, thoughtful for a few moments. "Come, monsieur! Let us not let this bounty go to waste!" Jean-Claude says on stage once he's had his fill and Eames puffs out a breath, watching himself on stage as he stares the third man down, murmurs goading words even as he's held still.]
This was a... [Eames glances aside, frowning as he hears his own voice cry out in pain when Raymond bites him on the other side of his neck. Sudden and sharp.] A complicated situation.
A complicated situation. [He repeats it in a slightly incredulous tone. The cry from other-Eames makes his mouth twitch, frown becoming even deeper. He gives the bar around them a quick glance, confirming that no one’s paying attention to them, before pitching his voice lower.]
I doubt that intervening will change what has happened in the waking world. But no one would blame you for taking this...opportunity for revenge. [His hand is gripping the hilt of his saif. Eyes burning into Eames. If he wants to start a fight, then Saurfang is in.]
[Despite how unpleasant this whole show has been, Eames' eyes glitter in anticipation, a smile tugging at his lips when he sees his arms shift and Jean-Claude move into position.]
[It's a sudden thing, the way it all changes, when Eames plunges a stake into the man drinking from him with a low, "you should have killed me," followed up by Jean-Claude pushing the man off balance, a cry of "For the nest, monsieur!!!" as he swiftly brings a sword down and decapitates the smaller vampire.]
I got my revenge back then.
[But hey, if Saurfang wants to beat up some memory vampires, there's all of a beat before the whole place erupts into chaos.]
[It's not the violence itself that surprises Saurfang - he's seen and, hell, done worse - but the sudden reversal of fortune for other-Eames that makes him start slightly. Well. Alright then.]
So I see. [He glances back at here-with-him Eames, with a more wary, appraising look. He forgot not to underestimate humans (or people who look human, ok, Eames, geez) even when they seem down for the count. They're vicious creatures, that's for sure.
He's quick enough to see the oncoming chaos, at least, so he tenses up again, this time ready to escape or defend. While he turns towards his companion, he does not try to direct Eames or otherwise protect him. If Eames is out there stabbing san'layn, he doesn't need it.]
[At the time, he was low on blood and in a lot of pain so he was in no state to join the fight, so honestly it feels kind of good to fight some vampires. Eames' first port of call is to grab a chair that looks wooden and smash it on the floor. Two nice pointy stakes for him. Delicious.]
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[Eames frowns as he watches himself being drunk from onstage, glancing aside at the guy next to him at the query.]
I don't know what that is.
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This is some sort of ritual you were a part of? Unwillingly? [That much seems certain, at least.]
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[Eames tilts his head, thoughtful for a few moments. "Come, monsieur! Let us not let this bounty go to waste!" Jean-Claude says on stage once he's had his fill and Eames puffs out a breath, watching himself on stage as he stares the third man down, murmurs goading words even as he's held still.]
This was a... [Eames glances aside, frowning as he hears his own voice cry out in pain when Raymond bites him on the other side of his neck. Sudden and sharp.] A complicated situation.
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I doubt that intervening will change what has happened in the waking world. But no one would blame you for taking this...opportunity for revenge. [His hand is gripping the hilt of his saif. Eyes burning into Eames. If he wants to start a fight, then Saurfang is in.]
cw: stabbing, decapitation
[Despite how unpleasant this whole show has been, Eames' eyes glitter in anticipation, a smile tugging at his lips when he sees his arms shift and Jean-Claude move into position.]
[It's a sudden thing, the way it all changes, when Eames plunges a stake into the man drinking from him with a low, "you should have killed me," followed up by Jean-Claude pushing the man off balance, a cry of "For the nest, monsieur!!!" as he swiftly brings a sword down and decapitates the smaller vampire.]
I got my revenge back then.
[But hey, if Saurfang wants to beat up some memory vampires, there's all of a beat before the whole place erupts into chaos.]
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So I see. [He glances back at here-with-him Eames, with a more wary, appraising look. He forgot not to underestimate humans
(or people who look human, ok, Eames, geez)even when they seem down for the count. They're vicious creatures, that's for sure.He's quick enough to see the oncoming chaos, at least, so he tenses up again, this time ready to escape or defend. While he turns towards his companion, he does not try to direct Eames or otherwise protect him. If Eames is out there stabbing san'layn, he doesn't need it.]
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