middaeg | Dazai's Spooktober Catch-all

[Since Dazai has been working at the new vampire bar, he's one of the first to know when an event is being held there. So, needless to say, he'd learned about this blood drive well in advance; enough to where he can, in fact, inform anyone he'd think would go and donate their much, much needed blood for other vampires.

As far as the vampire population goes, Dazai is a lucky one. He has several friends who'd go out of their way to give him blood when needed. One of whom is his protege, who, while a Witch and ultimately has very tasty blood, would be more than happy to assist in the drive.

Which is why Dazai has sent him a message asking for his help today. He'll be waiting right inside the entrance of the bar, sprawled out on one of the leather chairs, positioned so he can see when Atsushi comes in.

As soon as that familiar face is spotted, he'll wave enthusiastically.]

Atsushi-kun! Over here!

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[Being a vampire really is suffering. So much so that Dazai is currently at work, sprawled out on a leather chair, waiting to see who may have heard the call for a blood drive. A blood drive that he doesn't necessarily need to help run, but he is.

Oda would be proud of him for doing this. After all, it's a way to prove that he's going good things. He's working toward becoming and remaining a good person, even in this new world. (Maybe even especially in this new world, since Oda is alive and can see what he's up to.)

When Dazai hears the chime of the bell above the door ring, he turns his head and waves.]

Hello! Here for the blood drive?

Edited 2019-10-02 22:40 (UTC)

[Dazai has signed up for assisting with the blood drive, since he's a fairly new hire at the vampire bar, and honestly --

He has nothing better to do. He'd been able to propose to Oda without any difficulty, which was wonderful, but the actual ceremony would have to wait until some other time. Until the time for that is perfect, he'll have to just continue to work at the bar like a civilized human being. Working at a bar isn't the most exciting job, but it pays decently.

In the middle of reading a magazine, it takes a moment for Dazai to register that someone has entered the bar. When he does, he tosses the magazine onto the floor and jumps up from the couch with vigor.]

Welcome! Oh! [A nod.] Everett-kun! Are you here to donate blood?

I guess so~!

[ flat's looking around the bar curiously, taking all the surroundings in. everything is so new and fascinating to him, after all--there's no way to not be excited about this! ]

Oh-- you're the one I chatted with before. The one that likes crab!

[After being informed that the bar will be running a blood drive, Dazai has taken it upon himself to help out as much as he can. Since, well --

He'd be pretty bored otherwise. That, and with Oda here, he has to be on his 'best' behavior. He wants to be a good person, after all, even if working on becoming such a thing is admittedly difficult at times --

-- as proven by the feeling of disdain that floods over him when he sees who enters the establishment.]

No.

[He'll wave his hand in an effort to shoo Chuuya away.]

You're not giving blood here.

[ One of Chuuya's eyebrows instantly twitched in irritation as he looked over towards where Dazai was, brows instantly narrowing even as he walked further in. As if simply doing it to spite his former partner trying to shoo him away. ]

Hah? Why the hell not?

[ He still remembered what happened in that dream-thing not too long ago before arriving here so Dazai's attempted dismissal of him just came as just a bit more irritating. ]

That I am. [Everett chuckles out, offering a handshake to his friend in greeting]

Thought I might just find you here. I would be more weary of such an arrangement without a familiar hand to shake. [Dazai may not be... the most reliable sort of personality, in Everett's opinion, but he does have enough faith in Dazai to be put at ease by his presence. It'll be fiiiine.]

Does it count if I feed an employee?

[A long, drawn out huff leaves his lips before he responds, his expression clearly reading as unimpressed.]

This is to help vampires who can't reliably feed from others receive the blood they need.

[A pause.]

In other words, you're not the type of person to help. What are you doing here?

[He's here to annoy Dazai.]

[It doesn't take long for Dazai to put two-and-two together here, so he figures out who this is and nods enthusiastically.]

You're the one I explained about vampires to!

[A pause as he walks closer.]

I suppose you enjoyed my explanation enough to come here. [Tilting his head, he gestures toward the couch.] Have a seat!

[He accepts the offer and shakes the other man's hand, though he's almost hesitant to pull back. Everett's hand is far warmer than his own, which is nice -- very comforting, honestly. Truth be told, Dazai misses having any sort of warmth on his own skin.]

This is my place of employment now. I had to leave the other cafe, since -- [A pause.] I can't work during the day. The sun and I are no longer friends.

[He does sigh at that, but his expression quickly changes to an upbeat one as he walks back over to the couch and gestures for his friend to sit.]

It does, though I think there are vampires who need the blood far more than I do.

Dazai-san!

[ Atsushi himself mirrors the wave with one of his own, grinning from ear to ear. He's gotten used to getting messages on the watches by now, even if he's not exactly entirely perfect at it just yet. And once he heard that he can actually help in a way that will actually benefit a bunch of vampires, there's no way that he could possibly say no.

Saving lives is kind of the duty he's chained himself to, after all. ]

I didn't take too long, did I?

[He takes no time at all to respond to that, since Atsushi really wasn't that late. If at all, by the time displayed on Dazai's watch, but even if he were --

Dazai wouldn't really mind. This is just a blood drive, after all, something that will probably go on for days.]

No, no. You're right on time! The first to arrive, in fact.

[Spinning around on one foot, he points toward some clear blood bags splayed out on a table.]

I've been assigned to fill as many of these as possible.

I shall need to keep some evening hours, so we can remain in touch. It should be admitted, I do enjoy having the occasional late night out. Good to know where I can find you. [Everett will sit back and settling in, taking in the surroundings. The bar does have a fine aesthetic, attractive in the grim and elegant way the Springtide enjoyed. It would make for a fine spot to spend an evening.]

Though, I supposed if I spend an evening here, I'll be the one drank from. Not the one drinking anything for myself. [does this place have normal alcohol? He's pretty sure that's a bad idea, after giving blood. Pretty sure that'll make him really pass out.]

I heard that there was a blood drive. And those don't need you sticking your teeth in my neck, so I decided to come.

[ he will take a seat though, where he tilts his head at dazai. ]

There's no biting, right?

[ Since when has he cared about whether or not Dazai was unimpressed with him or not? Never. He instantly crossed his arms over his chest, stopped only a few scant feet away from where his former partner was situated. ]

It's a way to earn money when I don't have a damn thing to my name and was the more interesting one of the quests that were being offered.

[ Everything else had been entirely too mundane and he figured showing up to give some kinda donation wasn't gonna hurt any. Not like he wasn't used to losing blood or whatever. ]

Don't act like all I did this for was to come annoy the hell out of you. I didn't even know you worked here.

[Oh, Chuuya thinks this is going to pay well, doesn't he?

Little does he know, this bar is far too new of an establishment to have that many funds available to pay for blood. It'll pay something, sure, but --

A meager sum.]

How much are you expecting to get for today?

[With the paychecks the Mafia gave out, Chuuya's probably expecting something substantial.]

[Since this is a blood drive run by a vampire, there could be biting if he so chooses, but --

There are also needles around. Dazai is, by no means, an expert on using needles; he's sure he can figure them out if needed, however.

Good thing he has a myriad of bandages right in his pocket!]

Depends on if that's what you want me to do or not! [A pause.] I was intending on using my fangs, though. But I have needles. [Somewhere. He'll rummage through a cardboard box and, after a few moments, pull some wrapped, unused needles out and toss them onto the table.]

Oh! [A soft giggle leaves his lips.] You enjoy my company that much, then? I'm flattered. [He means this, as evidenced by the enthusiastic nod he does next.

Shifting slightly:]

Well, I don't know if there's an alcoholic drink on the menu without blood. I'd assume yes, since where else would the sake and beer in the cocktails come from, but --

[Does Dazai ever work the bar? No. He isn't versed in mixing drinks.]

Orange juice would make the most sense. That -- I have plenty of!

Orange juice! That sounds divine. Citrus is rare commodity where I'm from. The sweetness would be useful to stay alert. [no low blood sugar, please. He reaches to pull out a cigarette, since the casual atmosphere seems appropriate to have one.

Dazai gets offered to take one, first, only good manners...]

Can you still smoke, as a vampire? Not a food, after all. [what are the rules, these vampires are strange to him]

Well, I'll give as much as I can, but I know it'll be bad if I lose too much blood... there's usually juice after these types of things, right?

[ At least, that's from the stories that he's read, anyway. ]

[To his great satisfaction, Dazai had successfully proposed to the love of his life a mere few days ago! It's a joyous occasion and a real reason to celebrate everything wonderful, but --

He's going to need a new outfit. A nice suit, preferably, since what he's wearing right now would be seen by most to be quite disheveled and torn. He'd been donning the same trench coat since his arrival, with a striped dress shirt and brown vest underneath.

Even though he'd normally think of wearing black for the upcoming wedding, he knows that doing so would bring back memories of a darker time, both physically and emotionally.

He should wear white.

After mulling over where to go to research suits and other fancier articles of clothing, he discovers a tailor shop that happens to be run by someone he'd spoken to in the recent past. He'll go and check it out; though, he'll have to do so during the day.

Don't mind the very pale, weak in stature man holding a large umbrella entering the shop. He's smiling, after all.]

Hello! I'm here to look for a suit.

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I have orange juice, yes! [He's far too excited about all of this, isn't he?

He'll gesture toward the bar, which is conveniently located fairly close to the table with the blood bags splayed across.]

It's in the refrigerator over there. I don't go there often [read: he doesn't tend the bar since that's not in his Job Description] but I was given permission to stock some important things.

[However, he's not going to allow Atsushi to give too much.]

Don't be stubborn, Atsushi-kun. If you feel weak at all, let me know. I'll stop.

[A pause.]

Do you want me to take the blood for myself or fill up a bag? [He was instructed to fill up bags, but he was also told that he could have some of the blood for himself. He just needs to ensure a delicate balance, not too much either way.]

That's good.

[ That's the important thing in his mind, anyway. Not for himself, though-- he's certain that other people might be donating blood to this establishment, so he's relieved that the others would be fine.

But he's... ignoring the whole 'weak' part, sorry Dazai.

He's going to be stubborn. ]

Do you. . . need some right now, Dazai-san?

[ That's what he's going to ask first before giving his proper answer. ]

[Considering the shop had been kind enough to work with her while she was gone for so long, she felt like the least she could do was put in a bit of extra work now that she'd returned. It's a pleasant atmosphere, one where she has room to help others feel good about themselves. And the skills she's learned have already come in handy more than once outside of the shop.

It has it's quiet moments. During those times, she focuses on stocking and keeping things cleaned up in an organized manner. But she immediately puts that thought on hold when she hears a customer enter.]

Welcome--!

[And rather quickly, her normal cheer is boosted all that much more as she recognizes Dazai-- and his request.]

Oh! Dazai! A suit, huh?

[She couldn't keep the smile off her face if she tried.]

It sounds like everything's going really well for you.

[He needs blood now, that much can go without saying. Even though he'd been enthusiastic and chipper, his hands have been trembling very, very slightly the entire time, which is one of the first signs of becoming weak. At least for him, based off of his past experiences thus far.

He looks away a moment and lets out a soft sigh.]

I haven't eaten since last night, and even then --

I don't take as much as I used to. Not from him. [He's referring to Oda, there; the one person he'd relied on a little too much for blood the past few months, the only one he'd ever fed from the neck. The only one with quite a few scars to show for it.]

But if you don't mind, I could take a little from you. Just a little, though. [Atsushi is a Witch, so taking too much could pose a risk. His blood tastes stronger and sweeter than others', and it's almost intoxicating. It's dangerous.]

Dazai's Spooktober Catch-all

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