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CW: CHARACTER DEATH

[ The woman in the video is in her 30s, her distinctive hair loose around her shoulders, the white stripes making her pale skin quite noticeable. She shifts nervously as the message begins to broadcast, her expression uneasy while her eyes don't quite focus on the camera. Sure, she's looking in that general direction, she's just... not actually seeing anything. After a few moments, she finally speaks, southern drawl thick with nerves that make the words waver slightly. ]

Has anyone... Has anyone died recently? Here, on the station?

[ A pause. ]

Has anyone else died and woken up again?

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You were resurrected, but with an impairment.

First, I am sorry about what happened. I did not know. There is so much that has happened. If my questions become too much, simply tell me to stop. I know this must be much for you.

Where were you resurrected, my lady?

[ My lady. It's not the phrase a southern gentleman would use, but the feeling she gets from it is the same. There's a comfort and familiarity there that she hadn't expected. ]

You can ask all the questions you want, sugar. This isn't the worst thing I've been through.

[ Not by a long shot. ]

I was in the gym when the station lost gravity. I don't know where I was when I woke up, but it wasn't there.

I appreciate your cooperation. I realize I should have noticed that, you did say you lost your sight.

Is anyone with you right at the moment?

No, I've mostly been on my own the past few days except for trips to the mess hall. It's safer that way.

May I ask why?

I'm a mutant and my power is in my skin. I don't have gloves to stay covered, and since I can't see, it's safer to not be around others right now.

[ Even though all those hours alone are miserable and close to terrifying. ]

That's understandable.

[Still. It does sound unsettling.]

What if I ensured I was covered almost entirely, save for my face? I would like to check on your vitals anyway, and I'll admit I could use some company myself.

[ Rogue doesn't much like the sound of anyone checking her vitals, but she's already resigned herself to such things happening here, especially in response to what's happened. ]

Alright. I'm in 4.03. The door's unlocked, come on in.

[He pauses, then swaps to audio.]

I am Alucard. I will be on my way as swiftly as I can.

What should I call you?

[ If she can't see his face, then it's at least nice to put a voice to the words they've been exchanging. And a name. ]

My name's Rogue. It's nice to meet you, sugar, despite the circumstances.

And the same to you, Rogue. I will be there as soon as I can.

[It does take him more time than he would like, still in pain since working outside and his old wound wrenching open.

There is little to be done about it now.

When he does arrive, he announces himself softly as the door opens:] Rogue, it's Alucard. I'm coming inside.

[ She appreciates the announcement; anyone could have been walking through her door and she wouldn't know. Not that she's defenseless, but there's still a level of security in it. That same feeling of security is why there's a book in her hands where she sits on the bed - the novel by Charles Dickens that she'd found on her room weeks ago. Her fingertips trace the worn page edges and lines from bends in the cover, memorizing each detail like it were the face of a loved one. ]

Hi there, sugar. Come on in; I'm sorry you had to come all this way, but I do appreciate it.

It is of no consequence, my lady. No apologies are necessary.

[He approaches her, then kneels before Rogue.]

Before I begin, I wanted to inquire about your mutation. It involves skin contact, but what happens when you touch someone exactly?

[ She listens closely as he moves, trying to judge his position in the room by the sound of his voice and his steps on the metal floor. His voice changes direction and she has to guess that he's knelt down in front of her, which makes her pull her bare hands fully into her lap and out of harm's way. ]

Which I touch someone, I absorb them through my skin. Energy, thoughts, memories, emotions. I can borrow any special abilities they have for a while, and a copy of their psyche stays in my mind.

[ She explains it matter of factly, as if she's said the words a thousand times before. The actual number is probably just in the hundreds, but it's still an accurate sentiment. ]

I see. Thank you for the explanation.

[Alucard pauses, then continues:]

I am half vampire by my father. This means, of course, that I drink blood, though I will never take from an unwilling partner. The closest method I have to a blood test at this time is to perform a single finger prick and to taste in order to determine your state of health.

I ask for your permission to do this. I will not if you do not agree to it, Rogue.

[ Rogue's silent as he speaks, taking in both his words and tone of voice. He's serious. This man in front of her is a vampire--

And they're stuck on a space station together. Okay, keeping that perspective, it's... still weird, but it seems that nothing is impossible anymore. Taking a deep breath, she takes all of three seconds to make her decision before holding up her hand, palm up over her lap where he'll still be safe from a stray touch. ]

You can take what you need, sugar, I don't mind. You can have more than a pinprick if you're hungry.

[ She assuming he needs blood, though he hadn't quite confirmed that yet. Call it intuition. ]

Your kindness is sweet.

[His voice is warmer, grateful. She can't even see him, doesn't even know him, and already she is prepared to be kind to him. In the wake of others, it is refreshing.]

As a vampire, I have better recovery and healing than any normal human. If you wish it, as I drink, you can take some of my abilities. I don't know that it'll help your blindness, but it would not hurt to try.

[ He sees it as kindness; she sees it as simple human decency. If she can help someone, she does, it's as simple as that. ]

Thank you, sugar. I don't really have control over what I take, I can't control my mutation, but your healing should give you a few more seconds than most before it gets bad.

[ That's how it usually is with those with healing factors, anyway. She tilts her head slightly then, something occurring to her, and she gestures in the general direction of the bathroom. ]

It might be safer to use a razor and a glass though, I don't know how well I'd be able to shake you if we hold on too long. I don't want to hurt you.

( slides this your way just in case )

Nor do I wish to hurt you.

I think, likely, it is worth the risk for both of us. Afterward, we will see what happens. I promise, I will be fine.

Give me your hand, my lady.

[ Someone who wants to touch her but not hurt her. How strange a thing that is now. And maybe... Maybe he's right, and it is worth the risk. Can she be selfish enough to take this chance to find out?

One breath, two, and then she holds her left hand forward, the sleeve of her jumpsuit moving up to expose her wrist and part of a series of numbers tattooed into her skin. -827 ]

Don't hold on too tight, in case I need to break the connection.

[The numbers are impossible to miss, and he suspects they were not put there out of goodwill. For now, he does not speak of it.

Another time.]

Of course. If it's too much, break away as quick as you must.

[With a gloved hand, he takes hers by the fingertips gently. Leaning in, his fangs sinking into the flesh of her wrist, beginning to drink in the blood that rises to the top--

Oh, but what an odd sensation it is, to be drained as well in a way. It confuses him a moment, yet what else did he expect from what she had told him? Perhaps, though, it was only right to feel this way, like a penance.]

I had not been to the infirmary in awhile.
Did Hajime see?

Yes, I let him know before I took the body there.
He met me there to assist.

I see.
I'm sorry I was not there.

Thank you for telling me.

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