A couple hours later Reima slowly cos out of his ditative trance due to soone knocking on his door. "Co in" he says, still seated on his knees.
Ciri opens the door and steps inside with Nerissa by her side, the thirteen yearold's usually expressionless face is red raw from crying so much and is marred by sadness.
Reima "Is everything alright?" he asks sensitively.
Ciri's stomach rumbles causing her face to flush slightly."I was wondering if you wanted to get so food, I'm not really into getting soup right now... Maybe a restaurant?"
Reima "Sure, is that ok with you Nerissa?" he asks her.
She doesn't say anything but slowly nods her head instead.
Once everyone's in agreent Reima pulls out jackets for the girl due to the afternoon slowly becoming chilly. They leave the Leaky Cauldron and start wandering around London, looking for so food that peaks their fancy. It doesn't take long before Reima spots a place he hadn't been to in ages : Pizza Hovel... Yep, looks exactly how he rembers it. They enter but find the place pretty empty due to it being so late, they sit down in the far corner away from everyone else while Reima orders three different pizzas, Steak and cheese, chicken supre and at feast.
While they wait for the pizza to arrive Reima decides to prod Nerissa for so answers as to what had actually happened.
Reima "So... You're immune to sunlight now?" he asks, unsure how it's even possible for a race to completely negate their only weakness.
Nerissa just looks at him blankly without saying anything...
Ciri decides to speak for her as she's presumably asked the sa question already. "She isn't really sure, she said that she'd drank blood from one of her attackers and the burning from the suns rays stopped..."
Reima's eyes widen as he hears this, it reminds him of that ga, what was it... Prototype? The ability to steal others abilities and add it to your own... While it was incredibly disconcerting to find out there are vampires who are apparently immune to the sun, it also doesn't surprise him as it's a common trope in most fiction.
"Could it be she took the ability from her attacker?" he asks in a quiet tone, as if they were being spied on.
Ciri nods, looking as if she'd co to the sa conclusion. "This might be what Talicia and Ambrose were keeping secret, I think I agree with them. An ability like this is would be feared by anyone it affects, I'm still not sure whether it only affects vampires or not." she look down at the girl who seems to be listening intently to their conversions. "Rissa, if you're able to steal the abilities from any race and people found out, you'd be hunted down for the rest of your life. You would be feared and hunted even by your own race..."
Reima "I'd like to think it only effects vampires... If not, she'd be obtaining abilities from the food she eats and the blood she ingests. This would explain why you haven't noticed this particular ability before?"
Ciri nods, "Ambrose was able to use the sa ability as Talicia, it's likely he had the sa ability."
The group are interrupted by the waitress who places three large pizza's on the table, Reima thanks the waitress and she leaves after giving one final glance at his sunglasses. He turns to continue speaking with the girls but he finds them giving a challenging glare at the pizzas... He can only chuckle and start eating before they devour everything.
After they finish Ciri leans back into her chair, her stomach bulging from the large al... Nerissa seems to be in a similar state, despite the expressionless look on her face, he feels as if she's still hungry? Ah... He realises she is indeed probably hungry, he takes a glass from the table and empties a small bag of blood into it. It looks like wine or tomato juice so unless soone slls it she'll be able to drink it in public.
He hands it to her and she gives a quiet "Thank you" before starting to sip on it.
Reima "This actually leads to another problem. The card that Talicia gave expires tomorrow and I have no idea how to get more. As Nerissa is the only one who drinks blood, the supplies should last around half a month, after that I'll have to sneak into a blood bank and steal so. Or take so from soone who may not need it..."
Ciri frowns at his willingness to literally drain blood from unknowing and possibly innocent people.
"Look, if we can't get so then I'll give my own..."
Nerissa and Reima looks at Ciri weirdly, both for different reasons. Nerissa is surprised at her masters willingness to sacrifice her own blood for her, most mortals would be terrified or angry if you were to ask them for blood. This simple statent shows the great deal of trust between Ciri and herself...
Reima is reluctantly to let her give her own blood, it's not the act that bothers him, but the potential danger it could present... After all, she has the Elder Blood within herself, what would happen if a vampire who could potentially steal ability were to drink her blood?" just the thought sends a shiver down Reima's back. He hasn't even discovered the limits of the blood itself, and he had fought a god to a standstill (Albeit with so help...).
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