A tainted bloodline appears...

[poisonedblood]

[This isn't... This isn't her room. This isn't the mansion. This isn't even near her home or Lasaland. She's... Not sure what's going on. But here is a young woman, dressed in a Victorian noblewoman's clothing. And she will seem so lost, looking about her. This... Is a joke, right? A bad dream? She's at home in bed. These buildings are foreign. So very... Foreign...]

I do believe this isn't Asmodean... Oh, dear... Whatever shall I do...?

[She's ill. She can't be outside the manor unsupervised. This is... Obviously not that. So Demetria Venomania will begin to wander.]

Father must be around here. I-I've sleep-walked on him...



[[OOC: Meet Demetria Venomania, an OC from a Venomania AU where Kachess failed and so he continue on with his harem. Tria is the product of Venomania and Gumina. She is also a color swap of Luka Megurina, and shares her voice, albeit tuned to sound more like a sixteen-year-old.]]

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[defender]

[unexpectedly, from the nearest sidestreet]

Rather serious case of sleepwalking, that.

Sorry for taking awhile. /o\ Weird sleeping schedule.

[poisonedblood]

Huh?

[Tria turns quickly, nearly jumping. Someone is... Speaking to her?]

I-I'm quite ill, so I wouldn't doubt I could sleepwalk far... W-Why, though? Where is this? It doesn't look like Lasaland...

IT'S OKAY same here

[defender]

Have you done this before? [has been, apparently, walking around reading a book; she closes this shut as she steps out into the main street] It tends to be hereditary, or so I've heard. Truth be told, I don't have much expertise in the matter.

At any rate... [tria might notice the sword at miku's waist; it's partially concealed by her cloak, but it's long enough that it sticks out nonetheless] I'm afraid this town isn't anywhere on the map.

[roadroller]

Ahh, newbies. Go find the bus! ♪

[poisonedblood]

Bus...?

[...Well, you managed to shake her out of her slight panic?]

...What's a 'bus?' I'm afraid I've never heard of one...

[roadroller]

Ehh? Seriously? Where are you from where they don't have busses?

... And who are you anyway? You look like a Gumi!Luka. ♪

[poisonedblood]

Oh! How rude of me.

[And then she will curtsy.]

Lady Demetria Venomania. It's quite a pleasure to meet you. I'm from Lasaland, in Asmodean. Where is this?

1/2

[roadroller]

[Venomania]

[roadroller]

Ah, um.... they call it the Dressing Room! It's sort of a weird nothing-city. ♪

[poisonedblood]

Oh. So it's...

[...Not even in Asmodean. Welp. This is bad, and she's getting quite nervous again. No, no, focus on something else-- Wait. This girl... Huh.]

...You know, you resemble one of the maids. Much younger, but... How curious.

[roadroller]

Yeah, get used to that. There's like a ton of lookalikes for everyone. ♪

[poisonedblood]

Really? How interesting.

[She's not sure what to do now.]

...I'm sorry. I'm completely lost. I'm rather ill, so I haven't left my home unsupervised in years. Being on my own is... Quite terrifying.

[...It's so easy to talk to you, Rin. Sorry. Rindo is one of the maids assigned to caring for her because her father trusts her that much, so because of her relationship with her, well...]

[venomaniac]

[ He feels her before he sees her or hears her. In a nearby coffee shop, Venomania almost chokes on his tea. Another one related to Lust--here? But why? HOW? When? But when he sees this girl, he's completely dumbstruck.

Hair like Gumina's.

... Eyes like his--but, no, she can't be... he'd died, and he wasn't sure she was pregnant, anyway. There'd be no way to tell. So at first he isn't sure how to react, seeing the girl. Of course he's dressed VERY differently to his usual attire--the clothing here is more modern, but it's obviously still him. The bow, the purples, the pinks. It's expensive-looking, of course. He cannot help but be utterly confused. ]

... E-excuse me?

[poisonedblood]

[When her eyes fall on him, she recognizes who he is from the get-go. She'll stop in her tracks and stand there, eyes wide. And then, suddenly, she's running to him, and if he doesn't stop her, she's going to cling to him.]

Father...!

[venomaniac]

[ Okay he knows he's charming as hell but this is just weird. ]

... I'm sorry, my dear, have we... met? Certainly not that it isn't possible, I suppose, this place is strange with its concept of time, but at this moment I can tell you I'm fairly certain I don't HAVE any children...

[ In fact, he's dead. ]

[poisonedblood]

[...Well that's... Ah... She'll slowly withdraw from him. That's... No... He... This is a cruel joke, right? Because if he doesn't remember her... Then who will take care of her...? Because she's Sick, right?]

...Y-You're... Sateriajis Venomania, correct...?

[venomaniac]

Well... yes, that IS my name.

[ No, it's not. He stole it. He's a filthy liar. But ah, who is this girl? He almost feels sad not knowing her... to think somewhere he has a child so gorgeous... ]

But I don't think you understand, my dear. It's literally impossible for me to have ever met any children of mine if I have them.

[poisonedblood]

B-But... But you have to be...! I-I can't... I can't be...!

[She's so very distressed. She's not well, she's ill, she can't take care of herself. she doesn't know how, she'd been stuck in her home with others watching over her for so long.]

[venomaniac]

... Just a moment, child... calm down. You're getting worked up... I never said I didn't believe you, now... I have to ask you something: why are you so distressed?

[ He wants to ask why he can sense bloodlust hidden within her but that wouldn't be very... tactful. She may not know, if she is truly his child. ]

[poisonedblood]

I-I'm... I'm not allowed out. Father--you--says I'm very ill.

[She doesn't remember that incident that led to the decision to lock her away, to never let her around most men save for one. She's fighting back tears because she honestly has no idea how to take care of herself...]

[venomaniac]

... I see.

[ ... Oh, fuck it. He'll slowly bring her into his arms. He realizes it must have been a lie he told her; she seems well enough, but he can SENSE the Lust coursing through her veins... she'd probably shown signs of it or something. Still. She's his daughter and... he won't allow her to be this upset. ]

Look. I'm sorry I don't remember. It's possible we're just... from different instances of the same place. That happens here. There being... several people who look the same but all having different lives and personalities... but if you're willing to bear with me, I can tell you I wouldn't leave any child of mine on her on, regardless, especially not one who is ill.

[poisonedblood]

[She's sixteen, nearly a full grown woman by the standards of their world. And yet, here she is, in his arms, and she's. Going to just cry. She's afraid and lost and... And Father is here and his scent is familiar and comforting. Flowers, always flowers.]

[venomaniac]

[ Of course it's always flowers. Some things never change... it's okay, though. He'll figure this out... somehow... but, oh dear... what is he going to do with another Lust bearer here? It seems she might not KNOW, if he's lucky it may be dormant, but... oh, this IS a predicament...

He wishes he knew what to CALL her, though, god. He doesn't even have a name, and it feels like it would only worsen her situation to ask. ]

[poisonedblood]

I-I'm sorry. You've... You've explained, you probably don't... Don't even know my name.

[She... Feels a bit better. He seems to still care for her, even if he doesn't remember. That's... She won't be alone...]

Demetria. Demetria Venomania. But you... Father always called me Tria.

[venomaniac]

[ He won't let her be alone, even if he hardly knows her--besides, he's never been one to turn down a girl with beautiful green hair, or any girl at all, who needed help. ]

... Demetria...

[ He'll smile. He needs to distract her. ]

It suits you, you know. A name for a lovely flower. This must be hard for you... I apologize.

[poisonedblood]

...Thank you.

[And she's... Going to lean into him again. The exhaustion of the afternoon is. Quickly catching up to her. Add onto that the fact she doesn't often do as much walking as she has done and, well. It all adds up to one tired young woman.]

[venomaniac]

... What am I going to do...

[ Well, this won't do. He's gonna scoop her up--it's not hard, he's a fully grown adult, she's not THAT heavy, and he's rather tall, mostly lean muscle anyway. ]

... You can come back to my apartment for now. Is that all right? You must be tired... I'll have to look into a new one...

[poisonedblood]

[Sorry. She's out like a light in moments, curled up in his arms. She must seem so small and fragile, but... There, inside her, is a monster, waiting to get out.]

[venomaniac]

... Goodness...

[ He'll bring her back to his apartment, safe and sound, and tuck her into his bed, for now, putting a blanket over her. She can rest there for now... monster sleeping inside her or not, the least he can do is look after her. Maybe in time he can teach her control... ]