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Astral Projection event (day 8)
[Those who had been "affected" finally detect a change. It's a sensation of being pulled. Wherever they are, no matter how far from it, they suddenly find themselves forcefully yanked back into their bodies, and the connection is reestablished at long last. All the people that fell a week ago are waking up...]
((Event end! The "affected" are now back in their bodies. ...But if something happened to the body during the week, they have to deal with it. There's no magic healing.))
((Event end! The "affected" are now back in their bodies. ...But if something happened to the body during the week, they have to deal with it. There's no magic healing.))
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[He's feeling slightly self-conscious with being so openly affectionate in public, though. It doesn't mean he wants to stop, however, so he pulls back slightly and tugs him back in the direction of their room. And he should probably let that other Vamp go when they get back.]
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Well hey now he knows how Vamp and Jack do it at least.]no subject
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If you're going to be doing that, can you let me go now?
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What, you don't want to watch~?
[Whatever, he hasn't been enough of an ass lately. If his own Vamp has a problem with it he can let him go.]
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[Yes he's kind of distracted by the teeth at his neck and and the sight of Jack shirtless, but he doesn't particularly want an version of himself who is clearly irritated to watch this.]
Let him go, will you? [Still, he smirks slightly even as he gives his alternate an apologetic shrug.]
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[He hasn't even stood up in days, he needs to get the heck out of there.]
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...I apologize for keeping you chained up like this.
[He didn't really have any particular grudge against this one, after all. Honestly, there was nobody in the Nexus anymore that he felt strongly about either way, except for his own Vamp.]
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Where are my weapons?
[He does some stretches to try and get the feeling back in his legs and butt.]
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I'll be back soon, Adrian.
[And with that, he leaves to dump Vamp in the lobby. He leaves his knives under the couch he places him on, writes him a note telling him where they are, places it in his hand and then goes back home. He proceeds to undress and climb into the shower with his own Vamp at that point, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind and nipping at his neck.]
He's gone~
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Mm... it's nice to be able to feel again.
[And now he can feel all of Jack against his back, though it's those teeth at his neck that give him the greatest distraction again.]
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[He continues to kiss his neck, then moves onto his shoulder.]
But don't worry about that now~
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[Not now anyway. For now, he'll enjoy the attention and continue scrubbing himself with soap- over a week without a shower is not a pleasant thing.]
But I do think we stick together for some time to make sure nothing else happens.
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Mm~
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Vamp. Vamp, get up.
Wow my typoing knows no bounds tonight
...Hm? [He blinks his eyes open, then turns his head to face the younger man.]
Where am I?
Your fingers are tired from that paper
[He gives Vamp a small smile, relieved to find the man in relatively good health.]
Was looking for you.
I shudder to think of all the typos that are probably in there
[He then notices the note in his hand telling him about the knives under the couch.]
...Ah. [His nanos have cleared up any injuries he might have sustained, though he looks less than ideal since he'd only been able to feed off of his own blood for the past few days and hadn't been given any showers or shaves.]
Apologies, I tried to contact you but my phone was destroyed.
Easy solution - Stop Thinking 8D
What happened?
Wouldn't that be nice :T
A version of Raiden was lonely with the disappearance of his version of myself, so he decided to use me as a replacement.
[Now he bends down to grab his knives, replacing them in their proper sheathes.]
Booze helps
it probably would not help my paper though xD
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