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Tonight, Rena looks like shit. She almost never blushes but she looks even more corpselike than usual and clearly hungry. Needing a spotter to avoid killing when she feeds hungry. She has out her old duffle bag and is sitting on the deck of the Moshulu waiting for the others. Her leg is jittering, an imposing thing when done by someone with strength beyond human capabilities.
Cue an Eyrgjafa walking up the gangplank, clad in a simple pair of jeans and hoodie. She nods to Rena on spotting her, moving to stand on the side of the deck while she waits for Guy. "Evening."
Guy strides onto the deck a short time after, nodding to the two before looking over Rena a moment. “Good evening to you both.”
"Fuck, you two actually showed. I was kinda hoping you wouldn't and we wouldn't have to do this," Rena says, sighing. She opens the duffle bag, revealing 10 glass vials of treated vitae. "You two ever done this before or do I have to give instructions on how to make my life fucking miserable?"
"Assume I haven't," Eyrgjafa says, glancing to Guy and then back at Rena before she continues. "If you really don't want to do this this way, I've been working on mastering a different way to break the vinculum. I'm not there yet, though."
“I have, actually. The easy part is holding you in. Relatively. If you’re prepared to try, I’m here to help.” He nods to Rena. “Like we talked about, you’re helping yourself.”
"I came all this way. I'd be a real piece of shit if I chickened out now." Rena shrugs, trying to look cool and aloof. "I've mentioned it to Guy, but I kinda have a thing about being held down. That, combined with the fact that you're going to be fucking flushing me with stale vitae and my brain is going to go all blood bond-y on me means that I'm probably going to frenzy. So if you two want to back out, here's your chance."
Eyrgjafa shrugs one shoulder. "It's your call." Beat. "We probably shouldn't do it up here, though. Let's get belowdecks, yeah?"
“Yes, lets head below.” He gives Rena another nod, as if to be reassuring. “Do you have a room in mind?”
"Anywhere but my room. I don't want to have to move my stuff." Rena stretches out and stands up, slinging the bag around her shoulder and sticking her hands in her pockets. If she acts cool enough, maybe she won't bolt. "Neither'a you brought handcuffs or nothin', right?"
"...no, because you mentioned not wanting to be chained down," Eyrgjafa deadpans, before smirking slightly. "Also I only own the funtime sort of handcuffs, and I had a feeling you'd appreciate them even less."
Guy turns and gestures to a backpack he has on. “Log chain. But only if you say so, and think it’s needed. Wont even get it out otherwise.”
"Yeah, absolutely fucking not," Rena says, scratching at her tattoo, "That's why I asked, Eyr. Because people don't always think." She shoots Guy a death glare before calming down and letting out a sigh. "Sorry, I'm fuckin' hungry. Let's get this over with."
"Yeah, let's," Eyrgjafa nods, pushing off the gunwale and walking over to the door leading below deck.
Guy winks at Rena. “Pissed off is better for this. It’s not chain, it’s a smock and some things you can clean up with, after.” He follows Eyr, grinning.
Rena rolls her eyes and follows behind. "Wasn't fuckin' funny."
Eyrgjafa doesn't comment on the funniness or lack thereof of Guy's joke, instead just leading the way down into one of the Ordo's private rooms. Once out of the public areas, she suddenly starts to seem more important, almost as if she'd activated Awe.
Guy sets down his bag and pulls out a drab robe thing. “Being tender and comforting has gone over so well, before. I’ll go get a tub so we don’t make a bigger mess, and you can change. There’s a tarp in the bag, too.”
"Turn around then. I don't need either of you lookin' at my tits," Rena says, having trouble breaking eye contact with Eyrgjafa.
Eyrgjafa snorts softly as she turns. "Kid, if I wanted to look at tits I'd just go on the internet. Or call Floretta."
Guy lets out a dry chuckle. “Have all the privacy you want, but for the record I’m not interested.” He steps out of the room to get a small metal tub out of a closet, waiting outside for a couple minutes for Rena to finish changing before entering again.
It's less than a couple minutes before she's finished. Rena just slides out of her overlarge clothes and slips the smock around herself tying it up in the back best she can. "This is going to fucking suck," she grumbles.
"Welcome to being a vampire," Eyrgjafa deadpans, turning back around.
Guy lays out the tarp and sets the tub down. “I’m guessing you’ll be wanting to put your face into the solution, rather than having it poured up your mouth and nose?”
"Yeah," Rena says. It's not hard to tell that she wants to run. But, she pushes forward nonetheless and squats down on the tarp, passing the duffle bag to Eyr. "Don't let it get any more ripped than it already is. That thing's been with me for a while.
"Noted," Eyrgjafa says, taking the bag and putting it to one side, out of the way just in case Rena Frenzies. And then turns her attention back to the younger vampire, focusing in on her for a moment.
Guy moves behind Rena, but waits for everything to be ready before he does anything else.
Rena's demeanor shifts and she sits up straighter, looking right at Eyr, like she's the only person in the room. "Yo, you look good right now."
"I always look good, Rena, but thank you anyway." Beat. "Just stay calm, okay?" And with that Eyrgjafa opens the bag, reaching in to retrieve a vial before pouring it into the tub, emptying all ten in turn.
Guy watches, ready and giving Rena a moment. “Whenever you’re ready.”
"Fuck it," and with that Rena shoves her head into the vitae tub, snarling and biting and cussing as the vitae courses through her body.
Eyrgjafa watches, waiting patiently for Rena to surface from the vitae.
And Rena re-emerges, a bloody mess. She blinks a couple times and says, "I don't feel any different? Other than calmer than I probably ought to be."
Eyrgjafa hesitates for a bit, before speaking. "Hey Rena? Your sire's a dick." That should test whether it worked, after all.
He readies himself, just in case, glancing between Rena and Eyr.
It's not a great test, since Rena is still under Majesty. But even so, she flinches away from the words as if they could bite. But she remains calm because she has to until told to do something else.
"Guðir fjandinn hafi það," Eyrgjafa hisses, before reverting to speaking English. "Looks like we're going to have to try again, Rena. In the meantime, let's get you cleaned up and fed, okay?"
Guy grunts in disappointment. “Sorry it didn’t take.” He goes to the bag he brought and produces a little toiletry kit. “I brought lemons, too, they’ll help get it out of your hair.”
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