Live to tell the tale

[draculalite]

Who: Yosuke Hanamura, Raphael and Amy Sorel
When: September 18th, afternoon
Where: The Sorels' home
Summary: Yosuke applies for a part-time job at the Sorels'. It's a pretty easy job, let's say.
Warnings: BLOOD



[The address Raphael gave him leads to what appears to have at one time been a church in a distant part of Sector 3- old, ornate, utterly worn-down, obviously untouched for decades if not longer. The knock on the door goes unanswered for a few minutes but at last the great wooden carving slides open a crack and a pair of glowing red eyes appears.]

Monsieur Hanamura. Come in.

[The door opens wide enough for him to come inside, but Raphael does not reveal himself until after it's closed, standing off to the side of the entryway until the last of the sunlight is gone. The interior of the church isn't nearly as creepy as the outside, appearing to have been cleaned up and cared for.

Dark curtains cover every window, though. That's a little disconcerting.

Raphael, however, is as calm and casual as if Yosuke were coming over for dinner.]

I hope it was not too difficult to find.

Comments

[inthejunk]

No, sir.

[Yosuke glances around, a little nervous but trying not to show it. He's still a lot jumpier around strangers than he ever used to be, thanks to the hunt. But he;s come here expecting the place to be creepy, so it's not a huge surprise. He swallows a little dryly, anyway.]

Nice...um. House?

[draculalite]

Thank you. [Excuse the hell out of him, Yosuke. They're a couple of 16th century vampires here. A studio apartment just isn't in the cards.

Raphael gives him a practiced, slight bow.]

It is a pleasure to meet you in person. I am Raphael Sorel. You are welcome to make yourself at home here.

[Briskly, he motions for him to follow him.]

I have been prepared for your arrival.

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke bows back instinctively, though he does it in an automatic motion, too distracted by the situation and his surroundings to put in the proper attention to it. He follows where Raphael leads, however.]

Prepared, Sorel-san?

[draculalite]

[Raphael doesn't seem to mind. He leads Yosuke through the church, past the doors to the chapel and towards a small staircase leading upwards.]

Would you rather I improvised? I dare say you'd like that option much less.

[inthejunk]

Ah-that's the option with the biting, right?

[He grimaces, and trips a little on one of the stairs. But he catches himself against the wall, and doesn't fall backwards.]

Yeah, let's not do that one.

[draculalite]

Hmph. [He glances over his shoulder at Yosuke, his eyes bright and glowing in the dim stairwell.]

You needn't worry. As I told you, I find being reduced to such savagery... distasteful, on some level.

[graceful_cutter]

[Meanwhile, in the upper floor, Amy quietly peeks out from behind her door upon hearing the voice. One of them seems very familiar... is that not one of the other Teen Titans...?]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke gives those glowing eyes another nervous glance and shudders a little, but he follows anyway. If this guy wanted him dead, he'd probably be dead already, right? It's just a business arrangement.]

[A creepy, creepy business arrangement.]

Right. You-that's true.

[Ulp.]

[draculalite]

[The upper floor of the church has been converted into a sitting room, many of its pieces of furniture having been pulled from other areas of the building, but some of them scavenged. Despite the worn-down appearance of the room, it's apparent that Raphael has put some effort into making it look quite regal anyway.

Raphael stops and looks at the door that houses Amy's bedroom, seeing it open a crack.]

Amy. Our guest is here. Come say hello.

[graceful_cutter]

[Quietly, Amy steps out, decked in her usual finery of frills and lace. For a family that lives in what seemed to be a run-down church, they didn't seem to let go of their regal airs at all. Her pale skin only emphasizes the jewel tones of her hair, eyes, and clothes.

She curtsies to Yosuke.]

[inthejunk]

[Ooh...hey, for a dead girl, she's pretty hot. Though he mentally kicks himself for thinking so, and automatically bows back to her.]

Guest, huh? At least you guys treat your food kindly.

[draculalite]

[Thank god you didn't say that, Yosuke, or else Raphael might renege on his promise not to tear out your neck.

He makes a bit of a face at that last crack, though, clearing his throat.]

Let us not debase you with so crude of terms. You are our donor. And most generous to audition for it, as well.

[Briskly, he changes the subject. This is the side of Raphael most people in Siren's Port don't get to see, the gentleman noble raised perfect for the part from the time he could walk.]

Now then. May I see to your refreshment? I am told it helps to eat or drink something before we draw from you.

[graceful_cutter]

[Amy watches her father, ready to attend to their guest seeing as it is her duty as a daughter.]

[inthejunk]

Oh. Um, sure. You have people food here too, right? I mean. Stuff that people eat, not-

[Wow, if only he could shut up. Yosuke bites his tongue, hard, and does his best to wrench up a smile. Yeah, this is going well.]

Uh, some juice or something? That's-usually I drink that.

[draculalite]

[Luckily for Yosuke, Raphael is on his best behavior.]

Yes. We have "people" food. [A little smirk that ends up quite disturbing, given his tone.] As I told you, our diet is ordinary, aside from certain... supplements that we consume from time to time.

[He glances at Amy.]

Amy, my dear, would you please get our guest something to drink? I will show him to the room.

[graceful_cutter]

Yes, father.

[She turns to Yosuke.]

We have water and iced tea. Which would you prefer?

[The iced tea is something Amy picked up from the Phantomhive Estate before-- a chilled brewed tea. So it'll be bitter unless Yosuke puts some kind of sweetener into it.]

[inthejunk]

Uh. Iced tea?

[He's not a big fan. In fact, he's been having a disagreement with Larry Butz about it. But saying "eugh, nevermind" would be a little too rude. Anyway, he won't have to really drink it, right? He can just say thanks and take a sip and then set it down somewhere.]

Have you ever, um, done this before, Sorel-san?

[draculalite]

[It's a fair question. Raphael doesn't address it until he's motioned for Yosuke to follow him further down the hall, to one of the church's old spare rooms.]

Yes and no. The equipment is new to me. However, I have been taught how to use it properly by a doctor.

[A smug little German jerk of a doctor who was teasing him about it the whole time, but a doctor nonetheless.

The spare room is another sitting room, though smaller and enclosed by a door. The curtains are drawn, as in the other rooms. A chaise lounge is set in the center of the room and there is a medical blood draw machine, much like you'd see at a blood bank, set up and ready to go.]

Please make yourself comfortable. I dare say you will find this part effortless.

[graceful_cutter]

[In the meantime, Amy soon returns, knowing where they both had gone to. This time, she has a tray of iced tea as well as a small jug of clear sweet syrup to add into the brew. There is also a plate of butter cookies. She sets them down on a nearby spare table.]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke ignores the tea, though he does remember to nod at Amy. He wanders timidly over to the machine and looks it over. He's never had blood taken for any reason before, so to him it's a little intimidating. But he doesn't hesitate long. He takes a deep breath, and then he takes a seat.]

It's just a little needle, right?

[draculalite]

Yes. It's a small needle.

[Raphael is beginning to set it up, checking parts and plugs to make sure they are where they are meant to be. Professor Van Helsing was the one who taught him to use the thing, and he paid close attention. The last thing he wanted was to mess it up and end up in trouble again.]

Roll up your sleeve and have a seat, Monsieur Hanamura.

[graceful_cutter]

[In the meantime, Amy settles down on a seat next to where she set down the tea and cookies. She takes one of those cookies to nibble on as she watches the procedure.]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke is seated, though hes' not sure he'll be able to roll up his sleeve very easily. Embarrassing as it is, he grabs the opening of his sleeve in his teeth and tries to tug it up that way. Stupid broken arm, he just knows he must look completely ridiculous at the moment. Especially when he replies, teeth clenched around the fabric.]

Sh'rry. Jushta shec.

[draculalite]

[There is a hilarious and off-putting moment where Raphael stands with the needle and the draw tube in hand, dressed in his classic finery, eyes all aglow... it looks very much like something out of a bad horror movie.

Raphael hasn't seen any horror movies, though, so he has no idea how ridiculous this is becoming.]

In good time.

[graceful_cutter]

[On the other hand, Amy continues to quietly nibble on cookies, watching the events unfold between her father and their new donor. It wasn't something that happened on a regular basis, but she did have to admit that it was strange seeing this very normal looking boy in a dimly lit abandoned church, surrounded by people in ornate finery.]

((ooc: Feel free to keep going without me until you need Amy's input ;; You don't have to wait for me while Amy's just at the side eating cookies.))