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[Tinya is dressed to the nines as per normal, but what isn't normal is that she's not broadcasting from her usual sunroom.

instead it's a darkened room with the lights barely glowing, casting a yellow pallor over Tinya's fair complexion and making her blue eyes seem sickly green]

...I bought a fainting couch because I thought it would be pretty. Not necessarily because I wanted to faint on it.

Ugh. [she lifts an arm listlessly and covers her eyes] Please tell me that there's some kind of flu going around and that I'm not the only one who feels like shit. If you don't, I'll be very cross.

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[Vira-Lorr was better than earlier in the month but still pale. She did not feel well at all, and probably wouldn't until the next month. So, it showed in her face and the pallor there.]

I believe Riteior's been retaliating against our efforts. I've been feeling out of sorts, though it's on the mend. Admittedly? The transfusions were unpleasant for me.

[it absolutely showed, but then again it showed on Tinya, too]

Is that whose ass I have to kick? [she sighed again, still covering her eyes with her arm] Brilliant. But, transfusions? That's a new one. Shows what I get for focusing on fun instead of being serious.

Well, if you think about it. We're using a blood ritual to oppose them. So, if they deny us our blood, it makes it that much more difficult for us to continue performing the ceremony. It's almost a defensive attempt.

....

Not stopping them.

Then they must be scared. Whatever the rituals involve must do some real damage to them.

[she sighs and tries to sit up properly]

Know anyone with a need for Coldblood?

The ritual would require one of each sort. If you know someone with coldblood, I would appreciate a dose, but only so long as this would not put you yourself at risk. You should be careful until you've had a transfusion.

I know someone with Coldblood: me. [but she sighs] I haven't had a transfusion yet. I know I need to, but it's hard to just come right out and say, 'may I have some of your blood?'

You can stop by the Luminarium. It's generally a trade, either in kind with a promise of samples for later to replenish stocks, or in goods and services. However, the blood ministers there will likely help you out with that. Hopefully.

I'm a bit of a difficult case, but that's why they keep samples of my blood. That and curiosity.

I'm not sure samples are a good idea, considering how I'm feeling. Or services, given the incident with the fainting couch. So, goods it is. What do they generally like?

Curiosity? Difficult? Sounds like there's a story there.

Foodstuffs, trade goods. The like. Really, it's the same simple barter system everyone uses among the Trenchies, and you can usually arrange for IOUs, so they should be able to work with you.

Ah, it's much less fascinating than you might think. They're just ghoulish, heh. I'm a vileblood, and my power manifests partially in that my blood is acidic. As in they have to use special containers for it, or it boils through the stone pavement. [She sighed in a very obvious over-exaggeration of exasperation.] It's quite the defensive mechanism. And hell when I get a paper cut.

Ah. [Tinya brings her arm up to over her eyes again] I'm terrible at cooking for less than a dozen, then eating the leftovers. But what about vegetarian food, do they like those?

Mmm. I've heard all of the stories about vileblood. Not that I believe them, many scary stories are just that: stories. But, it really does boil through stone? That's a surprise. [and Tinya can appreciate the urge towards over-exaggeration, it's one she herself employs on a regular basis to keep people underestimating her] Sounds like it would be. And I suppose the childhood story of kissing it to make it feel better works out very poorly for the kisser.

Oh yes, I'm absolutely certain you'll find a way to make that work for them. Remember. Mushrooms are quite the staple around here after all. [She couldn't help but chuckle.]

It's... similar to the blood of a creature I once dealt with. Acids are poisons and vileblood is often poisonous, so it makes sense after a fashion. And oh gods, yes. No kissing booboos in this case. Please.

My problem is that I don't like mushrooms much. Straw mushrooms and shitake are fine, but I can't make myself eat the rest. Especially portobellos. I know that they're supposed to be a great source of protein, but they're just...I don't now. Unappealing.

[Tinya laughs warmly] Small chance of that happening in the first place. If it didn't work for my son, small chance of it working for you as well.

Oh that's all too fair. Minako didn't like them much herself. Still, people in this place are at least used to vegetarian dishes, which is good.

And, heh, yes. Magical kisses are the sort of thing that feels like a power specific to this world and certain bloodlines doesn't it?

Very good. Even though I'll let myself eat fish here. It would be entirely too boring without them.

Very much so. And I was sad, due to a disease we couldn't figure out, my son matured from being an infant into being a five year old practically overnight. Five year old boys don't want their mothers fussing over them. [she says with a hint of sadness]

"I rather like fish dishes. Several years out at sea, so I can appreciate them myself. Of course, they're a bit dodgy here, so have to be careful." A shake of the heads and she smirked to herself. "And oh don't get me started about how willful young men get at that age. They're such a handful when you're trying to help them. Always want to do everything themselves." Even if they couldn't.

"I've never had children of my own, but I was privileged to help raise the children of a close family friend back home for many years."

"I used to be a strict vegan--everyone was where I came from. But let's just say that the other world put me in a position of beggars can't be choosers for longer than I care to think about." Literal beggars, all due to a thankfully vanished line down her throat. "And they are. It's sad, I really wanted to take my time and enjoy being a mom, but we don't get what we want."

"Really? That's good of you. What were the children like?"

"Some of these places do seem to do just that. It's difficult to be quite as choosy as you might normally be around here," she admitted. "Thankfully I'm used to a variety of foods based on the places I've lived."

"Heh. Oh... they were a handful, and each generation bore the graces and the sins of their fathers in different ways. No two were alike, and each had their flaws that we loved them for." Pause. "Well... ok, Thoma was a handful and a half, but that man could flirt with just about anything that had a pulse."

"Yeah. Though I still feel guilty about eating animal flesh. I understand what people say about plants being living things, too, but few living things which can be eaten are sentient. At least where I'm originally from," Tinya says ruefully.

"I know how that feels, to have a child embodying the sins and stubbornness of his father. And the flirting. But they're still children, it's hard for us to not love them. Even if we're not biologically related to them."

"Everyone has a difference of view on it. For some it is easy, and for others it can be very uncomfortable. I admit that I've never had much difficulty, but I suppose I just like meat too much myself." She sighed a little wistfully. "I admire those who can keep to a vegetarian lifestyle for their own purposes."

"Mmmm. I do love Thoma, yes. He was a wonderful man, just foolish at times. In the end? He and his son and grandson grew to be truly great souls, much like his own grandfather and father had been. Each in their way." Yep. Five generations raised. That'd been a thing.

I try to tell myself that fish and shellfish don't have as---as much of a consciousness as other animals. But I know I'm lying to myself and that at some point, I'll have to explain to my friends back home why I broke being a vegan. Honestly, the only mushrooms I like are straw mushrooms and shitake. The rest are kind of gross. [Tinya said with a self-conscious shrug]

If I may...you were old enough to observe a grandchild, but you don't look a day over twenty. How do you do it? [Tinya asked, looking a little awkward]

Thankfully? Shitake is all too common in the area. The real trick is making sure that you get enough variety in the process not to go crazy. [Especially since the meat was so dodgy.]

mmmm? [She giggled.] My people live for centuries. We get to cheat the horrors of old age for quite a long time, though even an old lady like me cannot completely escape them forever.

It is and I love to have it in ramen. Real ramen, not the overly cheap and salty version there seems to be plenty of here.

But you seem to have escaped them completely. Granted, so do my people, but eventually we start aging again.

Oh yes. I do adore the real thing. It can be hard to find from time to time, but it's worth it if you can manage to find it.

And you flatter me, but no. I'm no more immune than any. It just takes a few centuries for the gray hairs to start settling in, and our race doesn't begin to truly slow down until the last century or so.

I wish there was a restaurant devoted to it, in all of its forms. Once back in Metropolis, I had a version where the noodles had been made with wasabi. So good.

Ours is just plain slow once we hit forty. Then we manage a few centuries or so. Do you think it's...lonely?

With Wasabi? Oh that would be strong. I could imagine a few of my old friends blanching at that. Quite the potent flavor. [She laughed.]

There's a certain loneliness in the loss of friends over time. Knowing that you might never see them again, it makes being around shorter lived races hard, but you grow accustomed to that pain in a way. Immunized a little.

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