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[warcried]

I haven't been awake long, but I've been trying to read up on what I can, so a couple of quick questions:

1. Anyone managed to get past one of the locked doors yet? Either with force or another way. I know people were trying, but I haven't heard if anyone's succeeded.
2. I was told something about an organic humanoid capable of exiting the station without protective gear. If so, I'd love to talk to you.
3. Other Force-sensitives, I'd appreciate if we established ROEs immediately.

Thanks.

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[reposing]

[There is a pause, and he finds that what Revan says is true. The man isn't alarmed or concerned in the least, and not afraid of Alucard. An unfortunate but blessed rarity. It means more to him than he thinks he can truly say right at the moment.]

I believe you.

[A graceful bow of Alucard's head is given to Revan.] Then know that I am more grateful than words can allow. For your compassion, and your gift.

[Alucard releases Revan's hand, instead coming up to cup the back of his head and gently guiding him to adjust his position to better expose his neck. Then, he leans in, his fangs piercing skin like a pair of needles, a momentary pinching pain before he begins to drink the blood that comes to surface.]

[warcried]

It's nothing you should have to th-- [ but he stops himself as alucard adjusts the tilt of his head, and then the other man is leaning in, and his breath hitches exactly once. it's not at the pinch, because that's nothing, or even the strange sensation of blood actually being drawn from his body by another sentient. it's just, it's exactly as intimate as he thought it might be, and his instinct is generally to avoid that sort of thing. particularly from someone he's just met.

he forces himself to remain still, though, trying not to focus on an unfamiliar mouth on his neck, or the spill of a stranger's hair, or careful hands keeping him in place. it's just a kind of transaction, keeping alucard in good health, because revan is in a place to do so, given his capability to heal and replenish himself. ]

[reposing]

[It is a twisted, dark temptation to drink and drink -- to take it all and leave him as but a husk. The urge is there, usually so much easier to deny when he isn't struggling against so much already.

But he isn't so weak willed, and he tempers himself. Slowly, he sucks, drinking in the blessedly hot blood given to him. Between him and Venus, this will supply him some meager strength for a time. Alucard will gather himself, in due time.

Eventually, the dhampir releases Revan, sighing as he leans his head back and licks his own lips.]

I will not forget your selflessness. [His voice is already a few degrees warmer by the sound of it, less tired and withdrawn.]

[warcried]

[ it's the strangest sensation, the fangs leaving his throat, the blood clotting without him having to do anything. still, in a few scant moments, he's drawing on the force-- urging his flesh to knit, for his blood to begin replenishing itself. it's already starting to close as he glances back up at alucard, a little startled in spite of himself. ]

We're all in this together, right? [ he brushes his hair back over his shoulder, fully zipping his jumpsuit back up and adjusting his collar. he offers a quick upward twist of his lips, barely a smile, but there. ] And I'm probably more suited to be helping you with your meals than the average humanoid here, at least.

[reposing]

[It's difficult to not smile back. Alucard's expression is warm and grateful.]

More could do with realizing that. I understand their fear, but it is tiring at times to try to convince others I won't hurt them.

That you are, Revan. I will try not to ask more than necessary, but if there's anything I can do to assist in return, I am at your disposal.