forum All my rps r ded so.... rp with a smol 'vegan' vampire?

Started September 07, 2020 by @Kinarymo

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The boy didnt seem to notice her fists clenching from the angle he was sitting, instead continuing to lay in bed with his jaw propped in the pillow while he hugged it. The headache was here and was buzzing on the inside of his skull like a mad wasp, but thankfully wasnt bad enough to torture him.
"Oh i get it. So passives wont hurt me will they? Since im not doing anything yet right?" he inquired.

Damien was just about to ask why his father would be hiding and from whom when he remembered her earlier statement of how people didnt believe in vampires anymore. Perhaps he was hidden away just like the rest, or dead in worst case scenario.
"What's the name's use then?"

"Oh? Ha-wa-ee? Ive never heard of it." he perked up a little, leaning forward to look at the map in Mari's hands. "Must have been a lot of water… What did you see there?'"

“Well, it's just a quick theory but if I'm right…” she nodded, confirming his assumption as she thought about what they already tested. “Chances are those kinds of abilities could be stronger if you were able to access your power but, obviously, you don't have to.” she quickly added since he definitely shouldn't do that for any ability until they either found his dad or possibly someone else who knew more about vampires and would be willing to help. Though she realized that the second option was unlikely.

Mari looked up at him and smiled softly. “It’s useful because if there are any documents out there with that name, it’ll help us find a more accurate location where he was for a while. We can use genealogy as an excuse for whatever the age of the information is and maybe we could even find if you have any other family with that name.” she explained, growing a little excited from the possibilities. It might still be a long shot but it was certainly looking better than where they were before.

She bit her lip to keep from laughing at the cute way he tried to pronounce the island state’s name. “Ye- Yeah, there's a lot of water but it's absolutely beautiful. You can look out at the ocean for miles.” she smiled. “It was a few years ago, so I don't remember everything but we saw all kinds of things. I do remember the ocean, obviously, and we went snorkeling once and saw a ton of colorful fish and coral… I think I saw a small octopus there too.” she told him thoughtfully. “I don't think we went, but I remember my brothers wanted to go see the volcano.”

"No no, i think you might be right" The boy shook his head, noting down in his mind what she suggested. In a way, Mari was in fact right, his memories about his life before might have been a little fuzzy but he did clearly remember having gained a certain dullness in his way of perceiving the world post his injury. It hadnt been too different before that but at the time the change felt so on the nose he took note of it.

Damien went along with the girl's suggestions, internally impressed of the many ways one could find a person nowadays. Documents? Genealogy? How was that one even supposed to work? It almost sounded alien to him, but if it meant finding his father or possibly another relative of his, it was worth a try.
"I wouldnt know what to say if there was anyone else other than my dad… Probably some of my mother's relatives, but i'd be so old for them…."

As Mari talked about her memories to the islands, he tried to imagine some of the possible locations, just to get a feel of what they might be like - instead of asking for pictures that her phone could easily provide.
"What is… Snorkeling?" the boy asked, yawning in his pillow. Although he would have loved to keep listening to her for hours, his body was finally giving up after the unexpected injury's return, drawing him to go to sleep

She hummed softly and gave a polite nod to let him know she heard him but she just didn't know how to reply. It felt nice to know that he agreed with her little hypothesis which, she had to admit, was mostly based on her knowledge from certain games and superheroes. Though their earlier tests, followed by “the incident” did seem to prove that case…

“Damien, you look and act younger than me but older than my brothers.” she pointed out gently. “You won't be too old for your family… Though they probably would be confused when you tell them how old you really are.” she admitted with a small shrug. “And don't worry. I understand why you would be nervous meeting anyone else. We're going to try to find your dad first. Anyone else would just be a nice surprise unless you decide you want to meet them.” she promised.

Mari smiled softly at how cute he looked as tired as he was. “Snorkeling is… basically swimming but you wear a protective mask over your eyes, sometimes the mask is big enough to cover your nose too, and you have a snorkel in your mouth so you can breathe as long as you don't go under too deep.” she explained. “It’s quite a view and a snorkel is really just a hollow piece of plastic tubing with a rubber mouthpiece so you can still get air.”

Damien sunk back into his pillow, sighing slowly while thinking about Mari's little theory. He didnt know how exactly to feel about his vampiric side, now that he knew more about it - sure, he was still scared to showcase it to others but at the same time he had become curious about it, wondering about what things he could do, simply for the sake of knowledge itself. What would his life had been like, if his injury had never happened? Would he have been a real vampire, perhaps learning it from his dad, if they had met? What was a vampire like in real life, even?

"It's not the age itself im worried about, more like… there's been so much time between us, they probably wouldnt even know my mother existed at all. And me finding them might just be awkward… What if they dont like me? Or worse, be scared of me…?" the boy voiced his concerns. The idea of his mother's relatives did sound nice, but the gap was simply too large to safely cross it without some kind of issue coming along the way. After all, he never saw his mother's family in the time they were together, leading him to believe she was probably not on good terms with them, either that or they were dead.
He was scared to think further than that.
"Yeah… maybe my dad would be a good start… we'll see from there"

"What's the difference between this and normal swimming?" Damien asked, rubbing his good eye with his hand. "Is snorkeling for when you want to see what's under water but you dont have to keep coming back up for air or water to get into your nose/eyes? And what's it like to breathe with a tube? It sounds a lot like using a hollow straw to hide underwater for a long time."

Mari smiled softly at him and shifted so she was facing him without looking over her shoulder. “You look tired, mi amigo.” she said gently, reaching up to comb her fingers through his hair.

She nodded thoughtfully at his point, unable to argue with it. “Yeah, that might be a little awkward to explain. I don't think they would be scared of you. You're too much of a cinnamon roll. But, honestly, they might be… shocked when they see… how badly you were hurt.” she had to admit. When Damien first told her that he had a hole in his face, she thought he meant he was just missing an eye, like a pirate or something. She hadn't expected so much damage… and neither would his family. If he had any other relatives. “That’s still the plan, chamaco. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can find him.” she assured, determined to do at least that much for her friend.

“Just the fact that you have to hold your breath when you go swimming without it.” she answered, referring to the snorkel equipment. “Yeah, that's pretty much it… Of course, there's also scuba diving which is pretty similar but instead of using a snorkel tube you have a air tank on your back and full scuba suit instead of just your swimsuit.” she told him with a brief shrug. “I don't really know how to describe breathing through a tube… except that it feels a little shallower than breathing normally, I guess… But I wouldn't be surprised if that's where the idea started.” she added with a smile.

"Mm? Oh… I do feel a little sleepy, probably from the wound. It drained all my energy away, but im alright. Damien replied, enjoying the fingers combing through his hair. He would have probably gone straight to sleep had she not been there, but since she was, he could not bring himself to tell her that. First it might have been rude to Mari, since she'd come all the way to see him and spend together, an effort he did not want to let go to waste.

The boy could agree the injury on his face could make anyone cringe in surprise, given its size and damage extent, but at the same time it would be very weird to try to explain to a normal person why instead of healing properly and turning into an arguably ugly scar, his face looked like a smashed up porcelain doll, even sporting the material's cracks on the edges of his injury where the skin had solidified in a confusingly unnatural transition to the normal soft tissue. That was definitely something that didnt happen every day to anyone, and thats what made it complicated to talk about.
"How am i a cinnamon roll ?" he asked innocently, not understanding the expression. While he didnt have much hope that he could find his father, at least Mari did and that made him smile with a bit of motivation in his heart.

"Scuba diving? Is that for deeper and longer dives?" he assumed, despite not having the slightest idea what she meant by scuba gear.
"Oh i do know what its like, my mother taught me how to do it when i was still with her. Its a little weird but it works well! I havent touched water ever since i got here however…. There are no ponds around, just a stream and the ocean" he jumped at the opportunity, his voice gradually losing excitement as he hinted at the last time he ever ended up in the water, probably with a bleeding face.

“I can leave if you need to get some rest.” she offered softly, still stroking his hair. She didn't consider their time together wasted and she enjoyed the little trek to and from his house. It was a nice getaway from the everyday mundane and a chance to understand more about her friend.

Mari laughed a little when she realized his confusion. “Ah, sorry. It's just a modern figure of speech. It basically means that you are a very sweet and innocent person who wouldn't hurt a fly.” she explained as best as she could since the phrase never really had a definition. “It’s really just something that you can tell about certain people. They either are or they aren't.” she smiled back.

“Yep, you can go really deep with scuba diving. With snorkeling, you're kind of limited by how long the breathing tube is.” she confirmed. She chuckled a little at his story but nodded thoughtfully at his tone towards the end. “I see… Well, I think it's cool that your mom taught you that. I bet it's been a useful skill.” she said before sighing softly. “I want to say I’m sorry about what happened, but I know it's not my fault… Hey, maybe one day we can go to the ocean together.” she offered, hoping to cheer him back up.

"I dont want you to go though…" he weakly added, his eye drooping shut as he was losing the battle with his tiredness.

Damien blinked a few times as he looked for the logic in the explanation.
"So it's an expression?" He eventually concluded, looking at Mari with a questioning gaze. "i thought it was some kind of food i never heard of. But in a way it kind of makes sense in a way. Would you count as a cinnamon roll?"

"It was sometimes, but i havent had the chance to try it out since. No need to apologize, please." he reassured her, not wanting her to blame herself for something she had no control over. "You'd… Want that? For real?"
His tone was hopeful, almost moved by the girl's willingness to take him with her to see the ocean, which he hadnt had a glimpse of for more lilely over a century at least.

(So wats tje plan for the future?)

She chuckled softly, not too surprised by his childlike answer as she continued running her fingers through his hair. “I know. But I want you to feel better and if that means you getting some rest then…” she shrugged, hoping that he got her point even though she didn't really want to leave yet either.

“Actually, it's both.” Mari nodded, a little impressed by his correct guess. The name was a bit of a giveaway but it was still cool that he picked it up. “I’m pretty sure that the expression started because someone compared someone else to the sweet food. I’ll have to bring one over for you.” she offered. Her cheeks warmed at his question as she shook her head. “Nah, I'm not sweet enough to be a cinnamon roll like you are. I’m nice, sure but I'm also sarcastic occasionally and a little… sassy at times. But it's sweet of you to ask that.” Which kinda proves my point about you being one…

“Don’t worry. I'm not blaming myself for what happened, Damien. I wasn't even born yet… I blame the person who is responsible for hurting you. I just feel bad that it even happened to you.” she explained. “Sure! If you like swimming, I'd be glad to take you to the beach sometime.” she smiled brightly at the idea. Though, she realized, he would probably need a new swimsuit… as well as a mask of some kind to keep saltwater out of his injury.

(Uhm… Honestly, I have no idea. (at the moment.) I guess it depends on how far ahead you mean because I know Mari has a list of places she wants to show Damien but, of course, she doesn't want to push him before he's ready. I am trying to think of some friends that he could meet… By the way, how much “fantasy” do you want to put into this RP? Like are werewolves, ghosts, and/or witches a thing or…?)
(Though I do enjoy reading and writing these cute fluffy scenes where Damien learns more about modern life and Mari learns more about Damien.)

He didnt respond for a bit, just hanging on to his pillow while making a small gutural noise, like a child trying to make a hard decision.
"Will you come back tomorrow?" he asked in the end, slightly lifting his face to peek at Mari with his good eye.

"Ah, i see i see. I cant wait to try one" he commented, a little cheered by the idea of getting to eat something sweet that he never tried before.
"But even so, i think all of that makes you amazing" Damien really meant it, as he admired herfor being so full of life and knowledgeable about most things, plus the stories she told about herself.

"I dont know if i could ever blame anyone… I just couldnt. Even that man probably just tried to help the scared villagers, i cant blame him…" the boy softly retorted, shifting again in the bed. "i'd love to, thank you"
Just the idea of going swimming with her made him feel a little happier, despite the tiredness. Perhaps now that he'd be going attended by someone, he'd get to enjoy going there for real this time, not having to hide from every and all people in the dead of night. Perhaps he might even see some fancy fish.

(I was thinking perhaps after this we get to see the span of a few days, until Damien recovers properly - we're doing skips ofc. Then he gets to go out for the first time, either to some place she takes him or to her house for who knows, maybe a sleepover. Fantasy wise, im not sure yet, i do want to introduce more of it but preferably more homebrewed stuff, if you know what i mean. Since i feel those things have been done over and over. I wan some wild ideas, plot twists no one saw coming about popular creatures of myth. You can still add them if you insist, but i would very much like it if there was something different about them)
(Tehee, im glad you enjoy those scenes :"D i was afraid i might bore you to death with so many questions. Its a lovely knowledge exchange ^^ who knows, perhaps later on when they do meet a vampire, Mari will get all her answers about vampires)

“Of course I will.” she nodded assuringly. “And we can just talk tomorrow. No tests or anything like that. Just talking and trying new sweets.” she smiled.

“Thank you. That means a lot.” she said sincerely. “I think you're pretty amazing too.” she told him. He was very interesting. Even ignoring the fact that he was a dhampir, he had lived alone for so many years and had an entire garden of unique and exotic plants, a beautiful and well-stocked library… even if he had read it all. But that made him more interesting. He was very well-read and was a good writer as well from what she could tell from his manuscript.

“You are an absolute gem of a person, Damien.” she said, shaking her head in amazement. “Trying to see something personally traumatic from a more… optimistic point of view for the person’s benefit. I mean, I would try to as well but I would still be mad about it.” she admitted. Mari smiled a little at his affirmation and nodded. “Of course. We might have to get you a modern swimsuit… Unless you have something.” she suggested, raising a brow at the possibility.

(That sounds like a good idea and skips are fine with me. She would probably either take him to the library or something first. You know, something “calm” but taking him over for a sleepover isn't a bad idea either. I’m definitely for the homebrew idea but I don't have any experience with it personally.)
(I really do enjoy it and you're definitely not boring me. I'm looking forward to them meeting one. Preferably, his dad… But if they meet someone sooner that’s fine too. Ps. Sorry it takes me a while to respond sometimes.)

"Mmm, okay then. That sounds good" he eventually gave up and agreed, resting his head again in the pillow, under the girl's fingers messing with his hair. While he was sad to see her go so soon, the boy was a little more accepting of the idea that the next time they met, they'd have a peaceful time, without the stress of having another test session, which he would gladly skip for now.

Damien gave a hummed smile, feeling a little good about the little compliment, even though he was more happy about her being happy in general.
"You think so?" he shyly asked, a little hesitant to believe someone would really find him all that interesting in the first place. Perhaps it was the near 2 century gap between them that also contributed? Otherwise he couldnt find anything else remarkable about himself, other than the fact he wasnt entirely human.

Mari's amazement was a bit of a curious case to Damien, who had simply conditioned himself to believe that other's couldnt be blamed for their prejudice because they'd probably been hurt themselves at one point and now just wanted to protect themselves and those they held close. He couldn't hate them for that, just himself for having the misfortune of being one of the things they were afraid of. Mari might not have been able to understand due to her belonging to a different time period, where people thought different.
"A swimsuit? No, i dont have one." he responded. There were no bodies of water around as previously mentioned, and second, all of his belongings were lost a long time ago, when he and his mother were separated. Plus, even back then when he did go swimming, he just took off everything and jumped in.

(Good, that way we wont be stuck here forever just talking about each day. It's been only three days and we alr have 27 pages XD Any place is good, though i suggested a sleepover as in like, not make him walk from and back to his house every day, let him stay the night so they can have a lil more time - later on ofc. As for the homebrew stuff, we can perhaps talk or look for stuff and give them a twist, if you have a discord perhaps we can talk there)
(Yayy, im glad :"D I actually have a bit of an orchestrated idea about how they meet a vampire, or Mari should i say specifically, if you wan hear about it. It's okay, i dont mind, you are probably busy : D)

The young woman nodded at her sleepy friend. “Yeah. It sounds nice.” she agreed softly, glad that he liked the idea. She would stay a little longer, maybe until he was asleep… He looked so precious and calm right now, she felt pretty badly that he had been hurt because of her ideas but she knew there was no changing what had happened. At least they knew for future instances so they could avoid it.

“Of course I do.” she confirmed, smiling sincerely. “I’d give you a list but I don't want to keep you from resting.” she chuckled.

Mari wished she could think the way he did… Actually, she wished a lot of people would think like that. Maybe if they did, things would be better. People wouldn't hurt each other for no real reason, they might even be a little friendlier and more accepting of others. But it was very likely that because of all the battles the world had been through since Damien had lived here, the world wouldn't change that way or be that way again.
“That’s ok. If you’d like, we can go shopping and get you something you’d be comfortable in.” she offered, obviously willing to pay for it when the time came up.

(lol true. That makes sense to me. Mari wouldn't make Damien walk all the way back to his home on his own after inviting him over. Unfortunately, I don't have a discord… But if you want you can P.M. me on this site and we can toss around some ideas there.)
(I would love to hear your idea about Mari meeting another vampire!!! Thanks. Though I'm not always that busy. Sometimes I just struggle with coming up with a good reply.)

"How long will you be staying now?" Damien asked, blocking a yawn in his pillow while his eye drooped closed. If Mari intended to leave now, then he wanted to accompany her to the door like he had in all previous days. If she was going to sit here for a while more, he might fall asleep right then and there.
"It's fine, i can still listen…" he protested lightly, trying to shake off his quickly winning sleepiness.

As much as he looked forward to a possible trip with Mari, the boy was still slightly hesitant about having her pay for things for him, but in the end she had the last word since it was her money and he had literally nothing.
"Sure, that would be nice" the reply came, agreeing with her suggestion. It would be nice to see a store, after all.

(Not just that it would be rude or smth, but it'd be rather bothersome :"D Let them have a multiple day session of going places. I initially suggested it cuz discord was faster, but yeah, i'll pm you.)
(Aaa, its okay, i can understand the struggle, its a long one anyway :"D I'll tell u more about it in the dms uwu)

“I can stay for a little while longer. Maybe until you fall asleep.” she assured him gently. “You might be able to hear… but if I start now, I won't make it halfway through the list before you konk out on me.” she chuckled, noticing how tired he was. “Go ahead and rest.”

Mari smiled softly but excitedly, already looking forward to taking him to the beach. “Ok.” she nodded, glad that he had agreed. “We can go to the mall or just a plain store, if you’d like, to pick one out for you.” She couldn't wait to show him all the different styles and fun patterns that were available now… Though a part of her was hoping he wouldn't want or be interested in the speedo variety. She’d always just found those very awkward just to look at.

"It's okay, i can still listen" he protested. It was true he was on the brink of passing out, but he kind of wanted to do so on the sound of her voice, which he liked.

"I'll let you pick the best option" he yawned, already knowing that Mari probably knew better than him when it came to shopping locations, a place he had never even seen in his life.

“Manaña, mi amigo. I promise.” she chuckled softly. “I can keep talking until you fall asleep if you'd like.” she offered, though she was even willing to sing a little if he wanted.

“Ok.” she smiled, nodding a little, speaking softer now to let him rest.

"Yes please" he softly whispered, getting more comfortable on his pillow, letting Mari begin counting all the nice things about him, the boy listening with one ear, interally happy to hear each one. In the end, the girl was right, as Damien passed out completely after about a minute, breathing evenly with his cheek squished into the pillow. Unlike all the other times he'd lived there, he slept on the right side - a sign he was more than comfortable to have her there and he trusted her, despite having met less than a week ago. Small partings in his hair still revealed the ugly scar, peeking from underneath the darkness of his dark green locks.

Mari nodded and found herself listing off some of the things she found that made Damien incredible, even though she had said she would tell him tomorrow… Maybe it was just because of how vulnerable he looked at the moment, plus he probably needed a bit of a confidence booster after the rough day he had. She smiled softly once she noticed that he had finally fallen asleep. Moving as silently as she was able, she stood up, brought his blanket up around his shoulders, and snuck out of his room.

She stopped for a moment, once she made it outside, and picked up some of the things that had been left behind in the near panic of Damien’s attack. It wasn't much, mostly just her notebook but she still didn't want to leave it behind. “See you tomorrow.” she whispered to the house as she walked back to the path, making a couple of other quick notes about what happened.

Damien slept for most of the remaining day, not having the energy to do pretty much anything really. The next day when Mari came back, he'd greeted her in the same clothes as the previous day, with his bed looking messy like he'd just climbed down - which he had, since he found it far harder to get up than any other day. He was just that exhausted, but hid it as best he could from Mari. He did enjoy the sweets she brought over though.
In the following days however, he gradually got better until he was relatively back to his original state pre-attack, and it was happy sign for both of them

Mari had been so happy to see Damien the next day that she didn't care if he looked like he just rolled out bed. She had still been a little worried when she left the day before so she tried to come back sooner. With the promised sweets, including a cinnamon roll with frosting for each of them. She had also brought a couple cans of chicken noodle soup for him and was more than happy to show him how to cook it.
As he healed, Mari kept coming over when she could to check on him and keep him company, answering questions and telling him about what life was like for most people.

All exhaustion aside, Damien was very well surprised by the cinnamon roll, not only finding it delicious but also fitting the definition she gave to the expression. The cans also sparked his interest, given he'd never seen any before, let alone with chicken noodles in them, but alas he was pleased by those too, finding the hot rich flavour much to his taste and also what he kind of needed at the moment.
The next days were just as uneventfull, but Damien enjoyed every little tidbit just as it was, learning more about the life outside of his forest. The weather was nice and calm, simply perfect for a day out, even though Damien spent it all inside, listenjng to Mari's tales and explanations with great interest.

Mari had been glad that he enjoyed the cinnamon roll, though she couldn't imagine him not liking them with his apparent sweet tooth, and had been prepared to explain the concept of prepackaged and frozen food when she noticed his reaction to the cans of soup.

About a week later, Mari was heading over again to see him. Damien had fully recovered and she was carrying a plastic grocery bag as well as her usual messenger bag in preparation for their plans today. The young woman wouldn't deny that she was a little nervous for her friend but was also excited to show him around. She let out a slow breath as she approached the front door of the old house and walked in, making her way to Damien’s room. “Hey, Damien? You in here?” she asked, knocking lightly on the door.

There was no answer from behind the door, and no noises either, which meant he was either sleeping or wasnt there. It seemed a little odd, especially at this hour for the boy to not be in his room, given his almost perfectly constant schedule, so where was he?
"Oh, uh… looking for me?" the familiar voice rung out from behind her. Turning around yielded the sight of Damien holding a small cloth in his hands, seemingly wiping them. "I was a little late on the gardening today so i finished later, i hope i didnt keep you waiting"
With another chain of apologies, he invited her inside the room, putting the cloth aside and tidying up whatever he could to make sure she was comfortable - despite there not being anything to clean since Damien rarely seemed to make a mess anyway. He noticed the bag soon after, giving it shy curious glances, since he already knew that whenever she brought a bag along, there was something new inside it.

Mari was a little concerned when she didn't hear a reply but jumped a little when she heard her friend behind her. “Oh, hey… Yeah, I was looking for you but no, I wasn't waiting too long. I just got here.” she assured him, turning to face him as she calmed down from the accidental jumpscare. “It’s going to see you again, amigo.” she smiled.
“Oh, you don't have to apologize. It's fine.” she shook her head slightly at his apologies and smiled a little when she saw him glance at the bag. “Are you ready for today?” she asked, a little nervous but excited for what they had planned.

The boy lightly brushed the back of his head, as if a little embarrassed at his own accidental jumpscare of her - he never meant to frighten her, but apparently thats what happens when you deceive expectations.
"I-, its nice to see you again too….Yeah, i am. A tad bit nervous but im okay" he replied to her question, starting to play with his hands as he began to guess what was inside the bag. The both of them had reached an agreement the days before that Mari would take him to see a little of the outside world, even visit her house probably, so whatever was in the bag was most likely for that purpose.

“I don't blame you. Honestly, I'm a little nervous too.” she admitted before reaching into the plastic bag. “Here. I brought you a couple of hoodies so you can choose what you want to wear.” she explained, holding out a plain zip-up grey hoodie with her school symbol on it and a simple blue pullover one as well. Both were about average-sized but would no doubt be a little on the baggy side on Damien because of his thin build and apparent preference for that style.

"So these are hoodies…." the boy murmured, picking up the two clothes that had been offered, looking them over and brushing his hand over the material they were made of. He'd never seen something as blue as the pullover, or with a symbol such as the other one bearing the school logo.
'Is it okay if i take this one?" he pointed to the gray one, curious to see what the silver line thing on it was and how it worked.

“Yeah. Remember, I wore one like this when I first came over.” she nodded, gesturing slightly to the pullover. She watched patiently for him to make his choice, smiling softly when he picked her old gray school one. “Of course it is.” she assured him as she let him take the zip-up hoodie. “Uh… you do know how to use a zipper, right?” she asked. Since he made his own clothes, Mari wouldn't have been surprised if he had never even heard of a zipper before.