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Jonas Joseph Jane (jonasjustjokes) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-10-30 23:55:00

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Who: Jonas and Malakai
What: A good old fashioned chat.
Where: A cafe near Jonas's apartment in NYC.
When: Tonight.

Jonas was determined to beat Malakai to the cafe and prove his sheer childishness, and he did. He whipped on a coat, flew out the apartment door, and sprinted down the street, arriving out of breath but pleased and taking a seat at one of the back tables.

He ordered himself a coffee, thought about ordering something for Malakai, then decided against it. As nice as it might be to sit down and have coffee waiting, he didn't know what he might want.

Or if he drank coffee. Being a vampire and all. This gave him an image of a traditional caped vampire taking a sip of coffee and shouting 'BLAH' in disgust, which of course made him smile. Then he settled. Right. Businesslike was the order of the day. He didn't want to seem like to much of a spaz, after all.

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volos
2008-10-31 12:13 am UTC (link)

Malakai had genuinely debated digging one of the cape-style coats out of his closet, to wear to meet Jonas, but decided he didn't want to make a joke of his meeting with the man; he was being offered a favor, and didn't have the will to taint that, by mocking the man. At least, not anymore.

The vampire would be the first to admit he had been offguard, since arriving in this strange new universe- no Council to adhere to, not nearly as many dogs as he was used to. It was almost- almost quaint. But then there was the lack of blood to consider, as well as the fact that they were back 'in the coffin' (god he hated that phrase) so to speak.

Brushing the thoughts away, Malakai drew his coat more around himself, as he brushed the portkey that landed him in New York City. He was getting much better at adjusting to the lurch of the ground under him as he landed, and managed to walk off after only a second's pause.

Minutes later, he was wandering through the coffee shop, on his way to the distinct energy, that was the telepath over in the corner.

"Jonas, I take it?" His accent was decidedly Russian- closer to 'Bond villian' than 'Dracula', although if provoked, he could do Translyvanian just as easily. He offered his hand, the glove on it enough to mask the chill Jonas would feel if he touched the skin outright.

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jonasjustjokes
2008-10-31 12:25 am UTC (link)

He watched him as he entered the cafe. He looked familiar, sure, but there was something about him...the way he walked, something. There was definitely a distinct vibe coming off of him that wasn't quite human. It didn't bother him, however, not by any stretch of the imagination. It was just one more feeling he had, not necessarily a good or a bad thing.

He stood to greet him, smiling and shaking his hand. "Hi, yeah. Nice to meet you. You want to sit down?" He gestured to the other chair. Cool accent. He had a very special place in his heart for accents.

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volos
2008-10-31 12:33 am UTC (link)

"The pleasure is mine. Of course, thank you," He muttered, just to get the pleasantries out of the way. He situated himself in the chair and waved a waitress over, to have her bring him a coffee.

When he spoke, his words took on a clipped tone, of one for which English is not a first, or even a very well-practiced language. He had spent most of his years in Russia, and had only just recently picked up the ability to speak English at all. "I appreciate you agreeing to meet me on such short notice. I have been... struggling, for some time, with the dreams. It's becoming harder to sleep. Which is no good for my health, or the health of those around me." The last was equal parts joke and sullen admission; While Malakai did his best to try and contain his Hunger, without sleep, and the relative humanity it afforded him, it was difficult to hold off the urge to hunt.

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jonasjustjokes
2008-10-31 12:39 am UTC (link)

He waved a hand. "Like I said, no social life. It's no problem." He sipped at his coffee, settling a bit as he listened. He was a good listener, to his credit. He remained tightly focused on Malakai as he talked, watching his facial expressions and for tics in tone. It didn't take stretching out with his empathy to tell that these dreams were worth more concern than your average nightmare. "So. These dreams. You said they haven't happened until you came here, right? So what are they about?"

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volos
2008-10-31 12:54 am UTC (link)

Malakai sighed, massaging his forehead with his fingertips as he worked to get a coherent explanation in English. "It is not the content, I'm so concerned with, as the persistence. The settings change, sometimes, as does the age of the other man. But it is always fire. Consuming the landscape. While fire is no more deadly to myself, than it is to you, it is an extremely... powerful visual. And I have the distinct knowledge that they are my fault. The fires, the deaths in them. But the one man, who I always recognize as the same person- I do not know who- always survives. The only survivor.

"There have been times I have been lucid enough to realize I should speak with him, but I always wake before I get to him." By the time he finished his speech, the coffee was brought over. Reaching in his pocket, Malakai pulled out a small vial, setting the glass inside the cup, still capped, to warm up. He'd grown in the habit of carrying around shots of blood, never much, but enough to keep him coherent, if he was going to be in crowds of people for too long.

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jonasjustjokes
2008-11-01 01:20 am UTC (link)

He was a bit distracted from his rapt listening when Malakai slipped a vial into his coffee, but chose not to question it. Yeah, it was interesting, but also beside the point.

"And nothing like that's ever happened to you? In real life, I mean." He sipped at his coffee, mulling it over. "Okay, so here are some theories. It could just be a weird recurring nightmare...but, you know, considering you said you don't have those, that's kind of unlikely." He chewed on his lip, lost in thought.

"You ever had a prophetic dream? As far as I've heard it doesn't come with the vampire thing, but you never know. And all that aside, maybe the fire's not literal. Maybe it's symbolic, and the man is someone you know in disguise. That's what Freud would say, anyway, but he was sort of a nut." The more he thought it over, the more it seemed like going inside Malakai's head was the only way he'd find out anything for sure. Not that he was terribly psyched about the prospect, but it seemed like most of what he was theorizing was nearly impossible to prove otherwise.

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volos
2008-11-01 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Thinking on the questions, he sighed, pulling the vial out after a minute to give him an excuse for the silence. He wasn't often a public figure, despite his previous status as diplomat. Still, there was no way the boy would be able to help him, if he didn't offer full disclosure.

He opened the vial, eyes fluttering at the subtle scent of blood that wafted from the now-warm glass. He shot the contents, swallowing with an unnecessary sigh, before going back to his coffee, empty container stashed safely in his coat.

"I do not have nightmares. I do not have dreams, either, so no, nothing such as prophecy. Then again, this place is... unique. Different than my home world. I assumed it had something to do this place." At the mention of Malakai knowing the man, he shook his head. "I do not believe it was someone I knew. I... cared to rescue the man, and there is only one I would worry so, about. I would know if it was him."

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jonasjustjokes
2008-11-02 01:57 am UTC (link)

He watched him, his curiosity as veiled as he could make it. It was fascinating, he wouldn't lie. But it was also none of his business, and way impolite to stare.

"It still could have something to do with coming here," he said with a shrug. "Sort of hard to say. It seems to do weird things to alot of people, coming here."

"Maybe it's somebody you knew in another life. Maybe it's a ghost trying to tell you something." He spread his hands. "I mean, there's a million explanations and they're all equally plausible at this point."

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