#malkavianshrink

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"So you must be the only person in the whole world whom Jain has a good opinion on without being bloodbound... You must be quite special~" (a wild @malkavian-shrink has just popped out of obfuscate behind you)

@malkavian-shrink

The jetlag is killing him as he casts aside the luggage, falling right into his bed and kicking off his shoes.

It's these small familiar comforts that set him at ease, until he heard a strange voice inside his room in his apartment that he had locked. A groan of utter despair escapes him, pulling a gun out from underneath the pillows.

He keeps the safety on, hoping the sight heads warning as he willed his body to respond properly, begrudgingly forcing himself to sit up and face whatever intended to bring harm upon him.

"Do you...have any idea how exhausted I am? And you're in my house at this early hour. Can't we take a raincheck? Meet for an attempt on my life around 2:30 pm?"

It was then, rising out of his groggy state that he recognized a name and a question, or was it a statement? Rubbing away the fatigue from his face, Julian sighs.

"Jain...yeah?"

[radiatorchains]

"Heard of this huge hyenidae monster roaming the streets of Gotham on the radio earlier tonight. You've been doing a brilliant job of keeping a low profile, we see.... on the other hand, of course, this is as low profile as it gets in this awful city." ( @malkavian-shrink emerges from across the road and waves at you)

To say Jain was glaring daggers to Irres sould be a painful understatement, a flash of rage in his eyes when his nose caught the scent of the mad doctor before he even saw him.

             "You best keep your distance, boy," he warned lowly.

             "Ya tried to trick me before- I ain't gon' be fooled again. I'm here for Julian an' nothin' else,"

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"So, you can boil our blood? Is that going to kill us or..-?" (from @malkavian-shrink )

"Now, where did you hear that?”

Dare he assume it is merely another rumor floating along the Kindred grapevine, or has someone been telling stories outside of class? Regardless, it is quite a breath of fresh air to hear an ounce of truth on someone's tongue for a change, when it came to the ability of those like himself. For a moment, the inquiry comes with a wave of amusement; with lips turned upward at the corner and raised brows. He remains quiet, a beat of silence, as though weighing the question posed.

If I want it to, his mind supplies, though the words remain unspoken. Instead he chuckles lowly, shaking his head to dismiss the notion all together.

"I do not know what you are talking about." With that comes a fuller, easy smile that reaches his eyes, a practiced move honed over time to cover tracks and tales. Better that sort of information doesn't travel too far down the wrong branch, so he'll play oblivious. That sort of thing always backfires, one way or another. 

 "Honestly, Doctor, I would assume someone like you would know better than believing everything you hear."

@malkavian-shrink / unprompted

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"What is your "deity form", exactly? Are you some kind of god, is that your curse?" (from @malkavian-shrink )

It's composed of excess emotions and mental illnesses that I feed off of. Xyrhem is a type of Demi God that serves under the true God of Despair from another world.

I can either be solid, sludge like, or completely liquid depending on how much I or Xyrhem has fed.

No, it's not my curse. His power keeps my curse in line. I'm a vessel for a Demi God who holds my life in his hands.

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"He just needed a push." Irres' astral form muttered once the call between Julian and Jain ended. (@malkavian-shrink )

@malkavian-shrink

Julian spins, shifting in an instant to emit a roar, lashing out with his claws. It was never a good idea to approach him from behind without warning, as it was one of the things that triggered panic and immediate defense.

Deadly jaws snap shut on the werewolf once the recognition kicked in, swiveling his ears forward before pinning them back and huffing. Even when Julian registered that it was Irres, he felt like remaining in his massive 9 ft. form.

"Warned you not to push...it was wrong. Invasive."

The lycanthope rasped in a seething manner, giving his head a shake as he picked up the ruin sweat pants and walked past Irres on his hind legs.

[radiatorchains]

Our opinion on you: anxious attachment personified.

             I'm not anxious...

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"We talked to Jain yesterday. In some ways it didn't go as expected. In some other ways it went exactly as we expected. We don't know what to do with him anymore." (@malkavian-shrink )

@malkavian-shrink

He's in bed, with an empty capped needle resting in a glass ashtray on the nightstand. Dilated eyes remain half lidded, what little focus he had was on some documentary about orcas hunting great whites for sport.

Hearing Jains name made his chest ache, causing the dejection to spread. He just wanted to be numb and reach the k hole, desperate to detach from reality. Julian's sigh came out chopped and raspy, feeling the tears threatening to streak down his face.

"Sin razón, me has robado el corazón.. sí, prefiero ser el perdedor."

His head falls back on the pillow, too doped up for any sort of psychological collaboration. At this point, he simply wanted to forget... to slip away into an unconscious state of being.

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"Hey Julian. Appearing behind you in 3-2-1." *Irres popped out of the shadows* "See? We remembered this time. How have you been? Have you been taking care of yourself?"

Oh, I have been great, Irres. Fortune smiles upon me and all that. Thank you for remembering by the way c: