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Event Eleven.

"Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing
To remember for years --
To remember with tears!"

he day is normal. It's a bit chillier than it's been, the nip of fall in the air, but as the new people in the Town settle in... things have gotten peaceful.

And yet. When everyone goes out to greet their neighbors, to hug their friends, to shake hands or make eye contact or who knows what -- they'll realize very, very quickly that nothing about today is normal at all, actually.

Hopefully nobody minds a little extra sharing today.

Welcome to Awash's eleventh event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[Well.

Minato experienced a memory from meeting up with Levy in the early morning hallway, but it wasn't anything too alarming; he's rubbing an eye as he puts together a makeshift breakfast in the kitchen, still trying to figure out what was going on there when Val comes in.

Naturally, politely, Minato looks up and over--

And. Well. Then he gets smacked in the face with another memory. It's a little... too real. The sensation of blood on his tongue, the refreshed and powerful feeling--

But it was human blood on his tongue, sliding down his throat, and Minato puts the pan back over the stove with a hurried clatter when he's released from the memory, stumbling over to the side with a hand clasped over his mouth while he fights the urge to vomit.

Oops.]

[The hunger in his stomach wouldn't be quelled until he drank. Human blood was always so fulfilling.

But he's a vampire. The need to drink some kind of blood is simply hardwired into his biology. It's not in a human's. And both his roommates are human.

He supposes that memory wouldn't be particularly pleasant for either. Usually when they take blood from each other it's from transfusions. Not to drink.

It takes a moment before he decides what to do, following him over and unsure of what to do with himself. Desco and Fuka never got sick like this around him.]

Lad?

[Minato just waves a hand, a quick motion, as he swallows tightly, nose wrinkling. Still, after a moment or two... he's able to straighten up a bit, lowering the hand from his mouth as he sighs.

That was...unpleasant, but it seems like he's not about to get properly sick any time soon.]

S-sorry... I'm fine. It's okay...

I didn't mean to react like that. [To... well, what's one of Val's memories, right?]

[Val just looks at him oddly for a moment.]

Why wouldn't you react like that? You're not a vampire. You have nothing to apologize over.

[Even most demons don't go around drinking blood from people.]

It seemed... rude...?

[That's said weakly, though, because admittedly yeah.

That was a bit hard for him to stomach (ha).]

I wasn't prepared, either. You're always so... [Pleasant? Peaceful?] ...kind.

What about it was rude?

[Also he's a demon. Rudeness is nothing to him.]

Hm... It was a long time ago. I haven't had any human blood since then. A lot can change in 400 years. However... I did drink human blood, I won't deny that.

[...Ah. Well...

Minato shifts to lean against the counter, and tilts his head a little.]

What...changed?

I made a promise to a nun.

[That's both true and missing a lot of context.]

[A slow blink.]

Excuse me?

[Well. She's not here so he's not as self conscious about at least some of his feelings.]

Her heart was nothing but purity. She pitied me for needing human blood to survive. So she offered to let me drink her blood in exchange for not drinking any one else's. My pride couldn't let me drink from a woman who wasn't afraid of me.

So the promise became: I would not drink any other human's blood until I brought her to the depths of fear.

[... That's quite the tale, no matter how he looks at it. But...]

... So I assume that never happened... since you don't drink blood still, right?

That's correct. She died three days after I made that promise. I said I would protect her until I scared her properly... But back then I didn't take them so seriously.

They thought she was a spy since she would treat any soldier who was wounded.

When I came back to her, it was already too late. There was nothing I could do.

... Three days...

[That's such a short period of time to know someone who had such an impact...

But he gets it, he thinks.]

I'm sorry... I didn't realize it all turned out like that.

[A slow pause, and...]

What was her name?

There's no way you could've known.

[He doesn't really mind it, being reminded of his promise and of the woman he made it to.]

Her name was Artina.

... Artina... I see. I'll remember it too.

[It's the least he can do, really...?]

Will you tell me more about her sometime?

I can tell you about her now, if you'd like.

[ Especially because she's not here. It's easier not to be embarrassed about her when there's no way she can show up. ]

[Minato pauses, but only for a moment, and then he nods.]

... Do you want something to eat? We can have breakfast.

I'd like to hear about her.

[He disappears for a moment before coming back with a can of sardines. He pops it open and just... eats it. Right out of the can.]

What would you like to know?

[... Okay Val. He was going to cook, but that also works...!!

Minato just turns his attention back to the breakfast he was trying to make before that all happened.]

How did you meet her? Why did your paths cross?

[He likes one food!!]

Artina and I met during a Vampire hunt that began thanks to human rumors about vampires in general. That we loved to suck the blood of beautiful women and virgins, those kinds of false rumors.

[...]

I'm glad those rumors are false, I'll admit that much...

Why was she there...? To try to help people?

We do need blood to survive. But we can take it from anyone.

Her church was there. It was her town.

... I see... so she was just trying to protect her town.

[And, in the end...died for it.

That's...]

She really does sound very brave.

[He seems older as he's talking about Artina.]

As a nurse, she felt obligated to help anybody she came across. Enemy or ally. She had a kind heart and a pure soul. She would often let herself starve in order to afford medicines for her patients. She would walk into battlefields to treat soldiers.

Brave might not be a strong enough word.

... How would you describe her? Yourself, I mean?

[He's curious to hear more about her in Val's own words!]

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