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[bloodvials]

Ah, you just don't realize how long it's been since I've had pie. Even... I'm not sure I exactly remember when.

[nerine]

Is it safe to say that you've had a hell of day? Maybe even several in succession?

[She asks this innocuously as she rests her head in one hand.]

... Did you have to deal with things like me?

[bloodvials]

Ah. Yes, actually. It was... only one night, but it felt like a lifetime. [And a lifetime ago, if he were to be honest.

But her last question throws him off. He doesn't know how to answer it without sounding too rude.]

That depends, I suppose, on how you would describe yourself.

[nerine]

I've been told I'm infuriating. Distant. Charming, but rude.

[And Monts says this all so cheerfully too.]

And that I also toy around with people too much, even if I like them.

[bloodvials]

[It's isn't exactly what he implied to ask, but he can't seem to let that go without comment.]

You seem none of those things to me so far. Charming, certainly. But infuriating, distant, and rude? As a customer, you've shown me nothing more than civility and kindness.

[Of course, Vincent doesn't exactly know her; he can only speak from very limited experience.]

But to answer your questions, no, I did not deal with people; not in any normal sense of the word. They had become monsters. And beyond that, I dealt with even more maddening creatures.

[nerine]

Monsters...

[Monts takes another bite of pie, looking contemplative. She swallows and sighs.]

Well. You asked me what I was and it looks like I can't really hide what's inside me. But... [She waves it off as if dismissing it.]

I don't bring it up often. I don't like it.

[bloodvials]

[Vincent frowns, his tone taking on something far more serious.]

Is it dangerous?

[nerine]

It gets... Testy.

[An understatement. Her facial expression also becomes more somber and serious.]

But it keeps me alive whether I like it or not.

[bloodvials]

Can you...ah, tell me what manner of being it is? For lack of a better word.

[He had felt it before, of course. It felt... similar to himself, yet far different in many ways. He isn't sure if he should be worried (the human part of him tells him to be worried) or ambivalent. Or simply curious. Perhaps he could make up his mind if he knew more.]

[nerine]

[Monts frowns and rubs the back of her neck, trying to find the words that could describe the mark accurately.]

It's like... Having a spider under your skin. Or on other days, like a thin snake that travels under the skin and can increase in size if it wishes.

Not that I let it you know. That isn't good.

[bloodvials]

...and what happens if you do?

[nerine]

Well...

I simply am not myself. Or I hope that's what it is.

[Because with every passing day, the creature and her slowly merge into one being. She feels it in her bones and in her veins. They remain separate entities for now, but in the future...]

[bloodvials]

[He hesitates, but only briefly. He feels in some small way (a large way?) he can relate, but it's difficult to reconcile the change within him so readily -- especially when it had been done twice over, and in a small window of a few days' time.

Being somewhat human now (or at least very human-shaped), he's honestly not sure what to think about it. Should he grieve what he's lost? He hadn't given such sentiments any thoughts at all, but now the questions and uncertainties flood back to him, like a dam breaking.]

Then perhaps we share that much in common. I am not completely what I once was, either.

[nerine]

... Hm.

[She stands up her seat to lean forward to examine him closely. It's unnerving in a way, probably because of the creature that permeates her being, and because she's getting up in his space.]

... And you don't seem particularly murderous. I mean, guns or not.

[bloodvials]

[And Vincent leans back, not expecting her to come in so close. His fork clinks against his plate as he stares at her, not sure how he should feel.

Awkward, for certain. Before his stint in Yharnam, it was rare for his personal space to be invaded in such a way, and so thoughtlessly at that. But he also does feel the presence of the creature underneath her skin; the closeness is... strange. Unnerving, but oddly familiar.]

As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. [He strains a smile.] I was what was called a Hunter, once. We felled beasts that had once been human, but transformed because of a hideous plague that swept through the streets. It was not a... ah, pleasant experience. The longest night of my life.

[nerine]

That sure sounds like a crazy Friday to me.

[Monts sits down, folding her arms across the table after making that jest.]

So it was a plague making monsters, and not monsters finding them... Well, in my case, mine found me.

[bloodvials]

It wasn't only a plague. [There were the Great Ones, who had been the start of it all to begin with. But he's rather curious about her own explanations, and instead of divulging further, he merely asks:]

How did it find you?

[nerine]

Mm... Let me correct myself. We found each other.

[Monts pokes at her pie with her fork, looking contemplative.]

... In a cave. Somewhere on a beach. I was little, so I wouldn't have known any better.

[bloodvials]

And what happened after you... ah, met?

[Nothing good, he wants to say. But he leashes his tongue.]

[nerine]

To put it bluntly we share my body. It's not an ideal state of being, but considering I'm alive and still myself to an extent I'd say I turned out fine.

[bloodvials]

[Vincent's a little confused now, getting mixed signals from all of this.]

So... you don't mind sharing a body with such a creature? Or you merely tolerate it?

[nerine]

[She's almost always disturbingly nonchalant, so it does it give off mixed signals. ]

I would say resigned. Tolerate is a good way to put it too.

[bloodvials]

[Vincent, who's been through countless horrors in the past night, can only see that as... sorrowful. Its own form of imprisonment, maddeningly inescapable. And her resignation to her fate only seems to accentuate this in his eyes.]

I'm sorry. It must be terrible.

[nerine]

Oh, it's nothing to be sorry about. Life just throws curveballs at you that way!

[Monts smiles brightly at Vincent.]

And you just need to learn to catch as many as you can.

[bloodvials]

Curve... balls?

[What's a curveball.]

You're oddly cheery for someone in your situation. Or do people mention that to you all the time?