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[for8000amonth]

▶ WHO: Adelis and you!
▶ WHAT: February Catch-all
▶ WHEN: Until March
▶ WHERE: All over
▶ WARNINGS: Adelis' no good very bad vampirism Canon Update, NSFW (of various flavors), TBA

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[for8000amonth]

[ It reminds him a bit of the first time Syrlya visited, really, albeit with far different intentions. Adelis leans on the table, lightly resting his cheek on his knuckles, peering back into the light peek of curiosity shining in the other man's eyes. Perhaps once upon a time, he would have been jealous of being capable of having that sort of light.

Now, however, he merely takes a sip of his own drink, vaguely amused.

He isn't expecting the question, but he's gathered Kaspar is a military man from hints so far. Obviously a far different type from the guards of the Scarlet Watch, for he has never known of the Court's Bloodhounds to be kind to anyone.

He taps a finger on the rim of his cup, expression unwavering. ]

Daggers. I used to keep multiple on my person, although I've no need for the physical kind now.

[ Indeed, it's been a while since he's last had to carry one. One firmly plated in silver he did still have before here, but he's yet to replace it. ]

ROUGH WEEK HELLO IM BACK

[bluminescence]

[ Kaspar's curiosity smooths and shifts as he brings the cup to his lips. As he does that, he leans forward ever so slightly. His free hand, left open at his side hovers until Kaspar completes his drink. With a soft whistle comes the silent slide of metal from a perfectly fitted, hidden sheath. A lovely gilded hilt kisses his palm as if bidden by an old friend.

With the hold of someone perfectly accustomed to the weight and feel of it in his hand, Kaspar lays the dagger between them. Hilt facing Adelis, Kaspar's fingers slide down the blunt center of the sharp blade. Reflective and blood etched, the blade is unique enough to his world. Perfectly balanced and crafted by Groscian masters of the art, it was forged with as much of Kaspar's own blood as possible. More traditional vampires tend to find the smell of his blood alluring this close. If Noé was any example.

Groscia has no vampires. And therefore no need to stifle the scent of blood that Kaspar's bloodletting weapons are laden with. It is a sign of strength, and Kaspar had been the strongest within that insular world. ]

Eydís.

[ Kaspar introduces her as his hand retreats. A nod toward the hilt confirms Adelis can touch her if he likes. His gaze is fond toward the dagger, in his subdued way, as he sips more from his cup. ]

They are quite versatile.

WELCOME HOME

[for8000amonth]

[ He does not know what he's expecting, really, at that soft whistle- but despite the sight itself, Adelis doesn't tense up completely. The slightest, yes, as reflex when faced with sudden movements, but he doesn't feel the need to be as on-guard with Kaspar as he is with some. Perhaps it's the comradery, although he would argue that would make the suspicion worse in most circumstances.

His gaze is locked solidly on the dagger as it glides into the other's palm, coming to rest on the table and shining faintly under the kitchen lights. The smell of blood is...strong, he finds, and it's fortunate that blood is not his food of choice.

The introduction doesn't go ignored, but he wouldn't be the first to name his weapons- it's just not a common thing in the Syndicate. Adelis stares above the rim of his cup for a moment, acknowledges the nod, before he sets it down and finally reaches forward to pick it up. While it's with one hand, he handles it with an expert finesse that suggests years of practice, turning it over this way and that and sliding his gaze over the sharp edge, the glint of the handle. ]

They are. [ A light hum in agreement, idly running the barest skim of his fingers over the blade. ] More convenient to carry. Easy to pick up, difficult to master.

[ Anybody can stab an enemy, after all, but it takes finesse to angle it in the spots where it hurts, where it can best incapacitate or cripple. Finding where your enemy bleeds the most is half the lesson, not to mention learning to use them both up close and far away is more difficult then most think. ]

I carried many on my person, once. They have all been due replaced, however.

[bluminescence]

[ Kaspar doesn't say how many he carries, but any nose keen enough can smell the sheathes and blades. They'll only find two. Identical twins, hidden by design, Kaspar has never been shy about their existence beneath his shirt or in one leather boot. And he always had them, whether he carried his pistol too or not.

His eyes follow the movement of the blade. It's the first time he's ever let someone mess with one of his own so openly. A whim, in the ease of his good mood. He shifts subtly at the skim of fingers, pulling his sensory awareness of her back further. He sips at his tea as his gaze drifts the room instead. ]

... often underestimated.

[ He adds, holding his cup with two hands because he has nothing better to occupy them. ]

How is your aim?

[for8000amonth]

[ Indeed. His cursory examination done, he lightly sets the dagger back on the table, handle facing Kaspar, although he can still appreciate the design- still more decorative then anything he'd use, on account of his frugal ways, but fairly nice to look at. And nicely weighted, as well, so they weren't just for show.

His hand wraps leisurely around the handle of his cup again, gaze flickering back to the other man. ]

Indeed. Most don't think much of something so inconspicuous.

[ Most would know to fear any blade, really, but people will surely give their attention to the blades and the bows first. A dagger is so small and fragile, not what they'd to expect to be the thing to end them when they blink.

The question has him tilting his head somewhat, before he hums. ]

I don't oft tend to brag, but I'd say it's fairly good. One doesn't practice for years for nothing, and my teacher was fairly...relentless.