+1 unhappy time traveler

[nostraightlines]

Who: Ramse and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck, if you want to come and find him
When: soon after the shuffle!

[ To say that Ramse is displeased is an understatement. This is the second time he's been yanked from one world to another, and where the first was actually an improvement, this second place is... not. Outerspace. Really. Really?! They don't even have space travel in his time, though he knows that in the past people made it as far as the moon. Nothing like this. His outrage at being taken is the overwhelming thing, though. He was happy in Eudio, where there was food and people he cared for. They told him they were sending him home (something he already had mixed feelings about) and instead he's here. Having to learn a new way of life all over again and excuse me it's being watched?

He's found the armory and the clothes in his bunk room, at least, so now he's dressed and armed. He sits in the cold empty space while he fiddles with the communicator. It turns out to be easy to use, and when he makes a broadcast his voice is deep and grumbly. Someone's sooooo cranky. ]

So let me get this straight, I'm new and might not have understood. We're here... to be entertainment. Not to save the world, not to help with a war, not to do anything productive at all.

Yeah. How do we leave?

Comments

[pneumo]

Y...you really are an angel.....!

[nostraightlines]

No I'm not.

[pneumo]

Yes you are! You're the first human to ever say I could have any of their blood, ever!

[nostraightlines]

Even here..?

[ That's surprising, he knew that kinda thing happened in Eudio. And seriously, he could just bleed into a cup with his gun trained on Sascha in case he got nippy, if trust was an issue. ]

[pneumo]

Yeah! I get in trouble just asking for hugs, hehehe....

[nostraightlines]

[ And he's straight from cuddle city. ]

Huh. Do you give people reason not to trust you?

[pneumo]

...........

I'm a vampire.

[nostraightlines]

So? You have self-control, don't you?

[pneumo]

Well...yeah, but still. Humans don't like us very much.

[nostraightlines]

Kid, I like you, but if you stick to this vampires vs humans thing we're going to have problems. You're a person, standing in front of me, with a problem. Got it?

[pneumo]

B-but that's how it is back home! And here too...! [ he holds up his hands in a gesture of apology, but that also happens to move the umbrella out of the way of protecting him.

Sunlight hits and while he still doesn't smoke or anything, he does wobble a little and look incredibly drowsy. ]

--Urgh, whoops. Haha.

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse reaches out and steadies the umbrella, sighing a little. ]

Compromise again, then, just drop it with me.

Let's go eat before you fall asleep.

[pneumo]

Sorry.... [ And here goes a biiiiig yawn even as the umbrella is steadied and he's covered again, hand held over his mouth. ]

The daylight makes me, [ yaaaaawn x2 ] --super sleepy.

[nostraightlines]

[ Is he gonna have to carry the kid back... ]

At least you're not on fire.

[pneumo]

Yeah... I'm lucky like that. Most vampires do. [ He would not object. But give him a minute to steady himself, and hell motion sluggishly for Ramse to keep following. ]

Pretty weird right?

[nostraightlines]

Yeah, weird. [ Everything about this is weird. Also still weirder than vampires: outerspace!!! ] Just keep your umbrella up.

[pneumo]

Yes sir~ [ This is an easy task even he can do!! ]

[nostraightlines]

[ And off they go again. Hopefully this place isn't too far, he's worried about the umbrella getting bumped aside one time too many and Sascha passing out on him. ]

[pneumo]

[ It is a very real possibility, it's happened before--but luckily no such event occurs and they actually make it pretty far in towards more of the market district where several vendors are selling grilled meats and such; the very ones he'd seen Kirito go for while following him. ]

How about these...?

[nostraightlines]

Sure.

[ Are any of the vendors human? He'll go for those first, asking for a plate of cooked and a plate of raw, until he finds someone who looks at him very strangely, glances over his shoulder at Sascha, but then nods. It's a space station, they should be used to aliens with dietary restrictions.

He just ordered raw meat from an alien, for a vampire.

Yup. This day could not get stranger if it tried. ]

Got one. Doesn't matter what it is as long as it's raw, right?

[pneumo]

N-nope...! [ Don't drool, don't drool, don't.....yeah. He's drooling. ]

Anything's fine!!

[nostraightlines]

[ That just makes Ramse think about how hungry he is and how awful it is that nobody fed this kid. When there's food literally everywhere. EVERYWHERE. He shakes his head, motioning Sascha over to the counter and motioning to take the umbrella since they're still in the daylight. ]

I'll hold it, you eat first.

[ The raw plate also comes out first, because. Duh. ]

[pneumo]

Th...thank youuuuu.... [ Blessed Ramse♥ Sascha takes the plate eagerly when it arrives, hardly hesitating a single second as he more of less grabs it bare-handed and drags it up eagerly to his mouth, chewing and gnawing at it, digging his tiny fangs in to slurp up whatever juices he can from it.

Acting marginally civilized he can do, but not so much with raw meat in his mouth. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ He's seen that level of hungry before anyway. Hell, he's been it. ]

[pneumo]

[ More wonderful concessions Sascha might not get otherwise, which is nice. He might get a bit of blood rolling down his chin, but he'll work to wipe that up with the back of his hand so he can lick that up as well, tearing into it enthusiastically with a happy...well, growl. ]

Ishh thhh'o 'oog!