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[crassidy]

Alright there, lads and lasses?

[Brightly, followed by a brief slosh of liquid as he slurps something from a bottle.]

Been thinkin' a bit, taxin' as that is on me brain meats. Bout lots of things, really, but uh...

Tomorrow is me big One Twenty-- not as good as the oul Four Twenty but gotta wait another three hundred years for that one, like, so this'll have to do 'til then. I'll be acceptin' donations of the alcoholic and controlled substance variety, or money will do if you're underaged. Might even buy you a pint in return if y'find yourself around Maurtia Falls tomorrow.

Thought it might also be time to get some more poorly planned ink in the process, and I figured. Well. Maybe it'd be less poorly planned if I asked for suggestions from folks first. I'm acceptin' any and all ideas, even the truly shite ones. I mean, Christ, if you've seen me, you'd know I already got a whole lotta bad decisions inked out, doubt you lot could come up with worse. In before someone suggests a knob tat.

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[slightlyoffchilt]

And you wonder why I ask for the additional protection.

[crassidy]

Should get yourself a bodyguard or five.

[slightlyoffchilt]

If only I had some sort of... Immortal one...

[crassidy]

Never trust a fella who eats people.

Oh, wait.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You admit that I cannot trust you?

[crassidy]

Can't trust any one, mate. Way of the world.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You trust people. You're shockingly trusting, aren't you? Given your rhetoric.

[crassidy]

I dunno 'bout "shockingly trusting", but I 'spose I can afford to be a little less guarded 'round folk, what with me lack of dyin' and all.

[slightlyoffchilt]

And you would deny me the same!

[crassidy]

I would. You seem to be doin' just fine as you are. Well respected and well protected.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Protected by whom?

[He asked, unaware that Starr has already left.]

[crassidy]

Don't you got a whole security team or some shite?

[slightlyoffchilt]

That isn't my personal protection squad, Cassidy.

[crassidy]

Pfft, they need to be at this rate. Don't they know you got attacked by a vampire? Your life is at risk.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I welcomed you into my embrace, if I recall. That's a bit different.

[crassidy]

Hah! Gaaaaay.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Cassidy. You're the other half of that.

[crassidy]

I recall it as a vicious attack. Should look into bannin' me from your work place and all future meet ups-- oh, huh.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You work for someone who has viciously attacked me. And not in jest.

[crassidy]

Christ, I know, I know. I get it. Like I said, best not to trust folk, eh?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I suppose not.

[crassidy]

Wish I could make you feel better, mate, but there's some things vampirism don't fix.

[slightlyoffchilt]

What, it doesn't fix feeling vulnerable? Power like that? In supervised, temporary dosages. I mean.

[crassidy]

Might do in your head, doc, but it's not real. The "power". It's a load of shite. Someone wants to kill you, they just need to leave you out in the sun, and it ain't a nice way to go, i-it's agony. Even a few seconds of that and you'll wish someone could put a bullet in your brain. And without the sun? You don't die. Someone wants to make you suffer, they could do it, mate. Eternal torture, they can do anythin' they want without risk of you kickin' it. Anything

Death is bloody mercy.

[slightlyoffchilt]

It would take a lot to put me at the stage where I'm begging for death. But each to their own.