There is no defense line, but defense territory.

[noonlight]

Who: Illumination & You.
What: Various goings on at the abandoned building that Lu has moved into.
When: Throughout the second and third week of the story.
Where: A former wine merchant (possible smuggler's) abandoned house in the 'neutral' territory.
Content warnings: None, yet.

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[noonlight]

"Thank you, Night Haunter. Your consideration does you credit." Illumination smiles faintly, and there's a pale flutter of colour over their skin. All in all, a very formal way of saying 'thanks for not being a holy terror about this'.

They would like to defend SecUnit, but aren't sure how best to do so. What they'd like to do is gently rattle everyone and demand they offer a measure of grace, but that's not going to help. "And I can't speak for Rin, but tell me, honestly, with a whole city of people - good, bad, and otherwise - all at your disposal, would you truly have contented yourself with rats or stolen pigs? I don't know that I would be able to."

Is that true? Maybe.

[ugh_emotions]

"Except the vampires here don't go around murdering people to..." it makes an absolutely disgusted face, "...eat. They manage."

Did they manage by eating fauna? Or by...ugh...eating humans without killing them? It didn't know, and it didn't want to know. It didn't matter, anyway, because they point was they got by without murder, and Curze didn't.

"And humans notice, you know, when they start disappearing on masse. Sometimes it takes them a while to notice, because they're shit at that sort of thing. But they do notice, eventually. And the easiest ones to blame are all the new people. Which is us."

[curzed]

The flicker of changing color and scent is as interesting now as it had been when he'd first realized it matched with what they were saying, but he still can't quite actually translate it. It might not be language at all, merely emphasis, but the mystery is terribly distracting. "Ah, honesty. In the name of honesty ... contentment is not required. Survival is. A difference in flavor alone would not be worth the trouble."

He's capable of restraint! Sometimes, in specific areas.

"I rather think they would also notice were I to step onto the surface and wander about asking for handouts." Now that comes with a growl, a low rumble of displeasure he doesn't bother to hide. Curze doesn't blend in, not at his size. The Emperor hadn't wanted any of them to blend in. "Your concern for mortals is touching but please try to use some logical reasoning. Wasn't your point trying to avoid drawing attention?" There isn't much else to discuss as far as he's concerned, if the worry is leaving corpses, he won't. There won't be anything left to find.